Chapter 3 - A Place of Ass Worship

Once Batgirl was dressed in her costume, she used her cowl vision to trace the trajectory of the sniper bullet to an old church bell tower. Unfortunately as she approached, her enhanced audio sensors picked up some chatter about Harley Quinn being inside. It was obviously a trap, but she there was no way of knowing how the trap would be sprung.

Upon entrance, she saw three rifles pointed at her. There was a fourth rifleman, but he was busy beating his meat in front of the clown girl's face. The thug groaned as Harley flicked her tongue at the throbbing cock until it covered her mouth with white goo.

Harley swallowed then noticed the superheroine in her doorway. Harley wiped her mouth and rose to her feet as her plaything picked his gun back up and trained it on Batgirl.

"Coming through!" Harley yelled as she began back-flipping her way towards Batgirl. Once she was close enough, she through a roundhouse kick at Barbara that she easily caught and threw her against the door.

"Lay off the lady, Bats," yelled one of the riflemen, Batgirl assumed the one who had just blown his load.

"You might want to listen to them, it would be a shame to get blood on my new outfit," Harley said climbing to her feet. She was wearing all leather. Black and red, much like what she had worn on Arkham Island the night she helped the Joker take over. She wore a red corset, with a half-black, half-red halter top underneath that showed off her impressive cleavage. She wore black and red leather pants that were so tight that Batgirl though she might be able to tell the last time she shaved her legs. Her stripper boots came up to her knees. Her blonde hair was pulled into long pigtails that were dyed black at the tip on one side and red on the other. Batgirl could make out several tattoos professing her love for the Joker.

"You aren't going anywhere near my Mr. J, you hear me Bat-bimbo?" Harley yelled, "he's very sick, and that idiot doctor we kidnapped didn't do a damned thing. Though he was feeling better earlier, but that's nothing you want to hear about, I'm sure."

Batgirl's imagination did much worse than anything Harley would be able to describe.

Harley started to remove her corset, "I'm going to be calling the shots or else you're going to be donating some blood to these hostages here." Harley gestured towards the captured aid team that had been sent in to care for the wounded inmates.

Harley took off her halter top then dropped her pants, before she walked to behind a statue and revealed an item she had stashed before Batgirl's arrival. Of course it was an enormous strap-on dildo.

As she slid it up her legs to seat on the top of her beautiful round ass, Harley said, "starting with some payback for that little fucking you gave me before you locked me up at Arkham last time."

The eyes of the riflemen were so fixed on their naked boss that the entire collection of hostages could have taken off running and no one would have noticed they were gone until the next morning.

"Now take off your clothes!" Harley demanded.

Not seeing a way out of the situation that wouldn't involve dying in a hail of bullets, she fell back on her time-tested strategy of fucking until she saw an opportunity. She started with her utility belt and carefully set it down on the ground before she pulled her top off of her head. Her tits bounced back into position, the goons getting noticeably erect as they stared at her perky breasts. Barbara slid her thumb into the waist of her pants then slid them down to around her ankles and stepped out of them. Harley placed her hands her hips and admired the girl's shaved crotch.

"What a cute little pussy you've got there, it would be a shame to stick this great big thing in there without any lube, but I'm fresh out," Harley said, stroking her rubber dick, "maybe you should use your mouth to get it nice and ready for when I FUCK your brains out."

Batgirl dropped to her knees and wet her lips as she set to work on the cock. Barbara whipped her hair over her shoulder and wrapped her lips around the rubber dick. She quickly bobbed up and down the shaft, plunging half the shaft into her mouth as her tongue rolled around it, lathering it with saliva. The female clown held the hair out of Batgirl's face as she efficiently sucked on the cock. Her lips were tightly sealed around the object as they rubbed along the rubber. Tentatively, Batgirl snuck a finger around the straps and into Harley's anus.

"Ooh," Harley Quinn yelped as her asshole was penetrated, "enthusiastic little slut aren't you?"

Batgirl said nothing, but just continued to dart up and down the shaft and prod Harley's ass with her index and middle fingers.

"Okay that's enough, no lie back," Harley ordered. Batgirl obeyed and willingly allowed the villain to spread her legs and nestle between them as the strap-on nudged into her pussy. Batgirl pulled her knees towards herself and grunted as the long dildo plunged into her. Harley pulled back half a stroke then thrust in harder, bringing out another groan from the heroine.

Harley pushed Batgirl's knees into her face and lifted her ass into the air. She pointed the cock downwards and pushed it into Batgirl's asshole. Batgirl let out a hard grunt.

"Hey I didn't complain when you had your finger in mine!" Harley commented and Batgirl gritted her teeth and attempted to remain quiet. The redhead reached up and pulled her buttocks apart, reducing the resistance as Harley thrust the cock down into her ass. All Batgirl could hear was Harley's panting after a while as she held her down and fucked her ass.

Harley removed the cock and applied her tongue to it. Barbara cooed as she felt the wet tongue circling her anus and entering it, wetting it more for when she reinserted the dildo later. She turned Barbara around placing her on her knees while she held her face against the ground.

Barbara moaned as the cock entered her asshole, distinctly the sounds of pleasure now that she wasn't even hiding how good it felt to be fucked by the crazed girl. Harley gripped both of Batgirl's hips and rammed her swiftly and hard. The cock pulsed in and out of her asshole, the saliva drying up but Batgirl was so wet that she was lubricating herself as she was assfucked.

Harley got the idea to begin repeatedly slapping Batgirl's backside, which the heroine replied to with content whimpers. Barbara felt Harley's fingers in her hair a split second before her head was yanked back. Harley's fingers snaked their way past Batgirl's lips and pulled her mouth wide into a deranged smile as she continued to pound her ass.

Batgirl rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, ramming back at Harley as she rammed her. Tears formed in her eyes as she felt her orgasm brewing closer and closer. Harley yet again slapped her across the ass, causing Batgirl to lose control. She screamed loudly as her climax ran through her body and her juices flowed out onto Harley's fake cock.

"That's what I thought," Harley commented, pushing Batgirl's head forward into the floor, "you ARE a little slut. Feel free to visit any time you want, just make sure Mr. J is up for visitors first, that is if you aren't dead and all…"

Harley scooped up her clothes and with the rubber cock swinging back and forth as she walked she exited the church and left Batgirl at the mercy of the riflemen.

Batgirl was lying on top of her utility belt, a fact that thankfully no one had noticed. She snuck a hand into the pockets and formulated her plan.

"Don't you dare try anything, bitch," said one of the thugs.

Batgirl threw down a smoke pellet then used her grapple gun to reach the gargoyles high above the goons. One by one, she picked them off until the hostages were safe. Once it was all over one of them, a black corn-rowed female merc hired to protect the team slipped her a piece of paper.

"Call me when we get out of here."