Bat Porn Scene 1. Batman and Harley

It didn't take long for Harley to get changed, but it was enough time for Bruce to do a quick scan of the vehicle's systems and make sure all the cameras and microphones were fully operational. As this didn't take long, he then went to his desk and took out a packet of pills.

"What's that boss?" he heard Barbara in his ear. Apparently she had already made contact with the cameras so as not to miss anything.

"Viagra." he said, deeply relaxed.

"Uh... Do you want to take one to be able to last longer?" she grinned through the line, but Batman only grunted in disapproval. "Three!" he finally replied, popping three of the little pills. "And I'm not just going to fuck her, I'm going to fuck you too!"

Laughing, Barbara replied. "Hm, great thought, but I'll just watch, thanks!"

-You think so, my dear, but my masters demand porn and no good porn is complete without a lesbian scene or a threesome!"- Bruce thought to himself and couldn't say anything back anyway, as Harley had just come out of the arsenal. But there was just enough time to put a special filter on all the transmissions. In the absence of a new Bat-suit, she wore perhaps the only outfit that could make Batman laugh. One of his suits, the Silver Suit of all things. You could have guessed that the Bat Suit was generally far too big for her, but the Silver Suit was basically a cover for his diving equipment. Without this diving equipment, the suit was too big even for him. And so she came out of the arsenal with a Batman Suit that was massively too big for her. She had to hold her pants with both hands to prevent them from slipping and the mask looked like she had put on a bucket. That alone looked hilarious, but she also had his boots on in addition to the crown and actually had to wave her arms with every step, but then she would have lost her pants immediately and so the otherwise so graceful Harley waddled around like a penguin, which looked hilarious. Batman just stood there and admired this strange sight until even she realized that this was not a good idea.

"What is it? I can't go out naked, can I?"

"Not naked, no." replied Batman, who was struggling to remain serious. "But how about your old suit?"

"You mean the leather corsage?" she asked curiously, but he just shook his head. "Oh. You mean the old latex one? Where I look like a red version of Cat Woman?"

When Bruce just nodded, she literally hopped back into the arsenal and came back 10 minutes later. When Harley came out of the arsenal he immediately realized that 3 Viagra had been a bit much because the sight was pretty hot. She was now wearing the suit that had made her famous in Gotham. A tight, bright red latex suit that seemed to stick to her body like a second skin. The comparison with Selina wasn't so wrong, except that Harley wasn't wearing a corsage. Back then, when she had first appeared in this thing, people had assumed that she was a sex doll from the Joker. Until she had broken enough bones that no one was brave enough to say such a thing. However, she actually looked pretty hot in it. The latex literally focused the eye on her breasts, the shiny material shimmered slightly and gleamed in the light of the cave. It was clear and visable that there was nothing underneath this Suit and that she was stark naked under it. The suit would be gone in no time and she would be the new star of his porn movie without even knowing it. "That's much better, Harley!" He said with a clear excitement in his pants

Proud of the compliment, she followed him into the car and took a seat next to him. As he pressed dozens of buttons just to start the car, she didn't notice that one of the buttons activated the cameras. Slowly he drove off and felt his pants tighten. The familiar feeling of obedience reasserted itself. Everything was ready. The first scene would soon be in the can.

When they had left the cave, he allowed himself a smile. "By the way, do you know that this was one of my favorite outfits of yours for a long time? I often wondered if I could have saved you if I had just taken you with me. I often imagined that. How this conversation would have gone. Lately I've been thinking far too much about whether I could have saved you earlier..."

"Oh really Mr. B? You imagined what it would have been like to throw me into your car and kidnap me? And in my beautiful outfit? Do you know why I chose that? Because I wanted Mr. J to look at me and desire me. And to answer your question. We have time. Let's test it out. I just need to tune into the inner Harley... But well. Now..." she stretched the word out for a long time before continuing. "Now you've captured me Batman! So, where are you taking me this time? Arkham? Blackgate?" she asked, amused. As expected, she hadn't been able to resist the bait.

"Harley. I'm just trying to help you. The Joker is no company for you. You have to understand that! You're not stupid. You could achieve so much and yet you keep letting him get to you. He only has you around because he hoped you could get to me."

Harley raised an eyebrow as he replied. "Oh. Mr. B. I don't understand what you mean. Mr. J takes very good care of me. What makes you think he just wants me around so he can get to you?"

"Because he's already tried everything else. Hostages, ****, threats. And now all he has left is your sex appeal," Batman replies in his deepest voice.

"Oh, Mr. B. So you think I'm sexy? Mr. J would never do something like that! Putting a woman like me on a big, strong man just to get him into bed!" Harley grinned as a shiver ran down her spine at his voice. "I mean, you're Batman. The Batman. And I'm just a little sexy, hot whore of a clown. You think I don't know what his boys think? That I'm only with him because I walk around in a latex suit with high heels all the time? Because I'm a crazy lunatic who would do anything for his boss? That he thinks I'm his piece of ass and that I'm so foggy that I'd even fuck other people if he asked me to?" she asked curiously. Even if it sounded strange, she felt something like relaxation.

It was a kind of therapy for her. A way out of the darkness of the Joker and into the darkness of the Batman. A darkness that fascinated her massively and now that she knew the real side of Batman, she was even more addicted to him.

"So that's what he sees in you? Is that all?" Batman asked calmly. "His personal Sex Toy?"

"No, of course not. Mr. J loves me. He knows he can trust me. He always lets me in on all his plans," she said, and as she said the words, she realized that it was really quite different, only that she had never wanted to admit it. She realized through her conversations with Bruce, but also with Alfred, that the Joker had never really been interested in her. He had only seen her as a toy and had treated her accordingly.

"And what are these plans?" Batman asked calmly.

But instead of answering, Harley leaned slightly against Batman and ran her hand over his arm. She ran a fingertip over his upper arm. "Mr. Batman, sir. I can assure you that no one sent me. And Mr. J certainly doesn't have a cunning plan. It was just bad luck that I was left behind. There is no evel Sheme in where i shall fuck you like a mad Slut in Heat and turn you into my personal Fuck Toy so Mr. J. can do everything he wants while you lick my cunt and fuck my Ass with your big, hard, long cock! And anyway, the fact that I'm overdressed today has nothing to do with you. So where are you taking me?"

Bruce had to smile inwardly. The question of who was playing with whom came to his mind. Harley had changed, that was clear, but he strongly suspected that she had other things on her mind. Nevertheless, he continued with his plan.

"Harley, I have no intention of hurting you. I just want to help you. That you realize you're sick."

"So from a purely scientific point of view, you're no different from him. You're just better dressed. But if the rumors are to be believed, you're not that strict with everyone," Harley countered amusedly.

Batman only grumbled briefly when she said something like that. In his previous life, he had always proceeded in exactly the same way. He had no idea what she could mean.

Harley just grinned, leaned back in her chair and ran both hands over her body, giving her tits a little more time. She licked her lips seductively before continuing. "Word on the streets is that the claws of a small cat have clawed into the local bat. Maybe that's true, who knows. After all, I know now that you're not a demon, not a dark spirit. Despite everything, you're just a man. A dangerous man, yes, but just a man. So, are the stories true?"

"No!" he said firmly. There had been a time when he had resisted Selina's charms, even if it hadn't lasted very long.

Harley grinned. It was fun to play. But she wanted to play a different game. "So it's not true? Too bad. I was hoping she could give me a few tips on what the big, bad bat likes? Just in case you ever catch me in trouble again. I even modeled my outfit after her. Well, except for the colors. Mr. J thought that red and black looked particularly cool. But then again, Mr. J is crazy, so... is there a second opinion? Mr. B? Yes, yes? What do you think? Do I look crazy or horny?"

"A little of both."

"Oh. So I'm crazy horny or horny crazy? I like that. As Mr. B. So you want to help me be normal again, right? A woman with a child, at the stove and bringing up the baby? A little tummy like that would be nice, but you'd have to fuck properly first. You also need a real guy for that. A big, strong, hot guy. Definitely not someone with a small cock. That's not possible!" Harley laughed and looked mischievously past his arms at his pants. "You know, Mr. B. I'm very hard to impress, by the way, but..." she said as she placed a hand on his crotch. "But I have a feeling that Mr. J was right!"

"What was he right about?" Bruce asked as he felt his cock getting hard in his pants. That was clearly the effect of the Viagra pills.

But Harley didn't stop there and continued to run her fingers over her pants. With a quick grip and a short tug, she undid the genital protection and pulled it away. After that, only the thick fabric prevented her fingers from jerking him off.

"Oh. Mr. J thinks I could seduce you. And that you secretly have the hots for me. That you only want to save me because you want me for yourself. He doesn't believe that you're that good and don't have any ulterior motives. So Mr. B. Do you think I'm hot?" she asked directly and took a firm grip. Even through the thick fabric of the suit, he could feel the pressure and Harley could feel the contours very clearly.

"You... You're a good-looking woman..." Bruce replied evasively.

"Good-looking? Pff. If only I was good-looking, you wouldn't have such a hard-on. You think I don't feel that beauty? How long has it been since you fucked Batman? Mmm. Are you afraid that I'm going to pound you so hard that you'll become my little fuck stud? That I'll control your cock? Oh. Jesus. That twitch was very telltale. So that's it! You're scared of being my little fuck stud." she laughed and slowly opened her pants,,, 0h Mr. B. You don't have to be afraid. Nothing will change. Mr. J will continue to carry out his crimes and you will try to stop him."

"Exactly!" gasped Bruce.

While he had **** out this answer, Harley's fingers had already moved around his cock and started wanking it. "Oh... I can hardly wait. Being held up by you during our next bank robbery... or maybe we'd better use the time?"

"What do you mean?" Bruce tried to ask calmly, even though it was getting harder. Even without much experience with porn, he could guess that this movie was going to be pretty hot.

"Well, as long as the others are packing the money, you and I could have a bit of fun. Just you and me, a hard table, few clothes. Can you imagine that? How we do it on the table? How your cock fucks the madness out of me and I ride you like a thick, hard dildo. Oh, I can hardly wait to find out what you taste like!"

But without waiting for anything, she undid her belt and bent over him. She licked her tongue briefly over his cock before opening her lips and swallowing it as deeply as she could. Bruce groaned in surprise, even though he had expected it, of course. But he had underestimated the way she proceeded. She sucked on his glans as if she wanted to suck his balls dry and jerked his shaft with one hand while the other hand lay between her legs. It was nothing like foreplay or seduction. All she wanted was to make him cum as fast as she could. Even without his brainwashing and his order, he might have weakened here. The sexual **** was quite successful and even though Harley didn't have the same tongue skills as Kori, it was still an incredibly hot blowjob. Satisfied with the progress of the plan, he allowed himself a quick glance at the displays in front of him. It was almost impossible to make sense of it without knowing his way around, but he immediately saw that Barbara was watching and that all the cameras were active. Just to be on the safe side, he closed his eyes briefly and recalled the image of his demise. Those two flawless tits, glistening with sweat.

But for him, this knowledge, plus the knowledge that the first part of his porn had been so well received, was exactly what he had been missing to make him cum. And so he placed his left hand firmly on the back of Harley's head and pushed down as hard as he needed to. In doing so, he **** his cock deep into her mouth. Only when she had it completely in her mouth did he relax and with a thought of his masters and the tits they kept sending him, he released his lust into Harley's mouth, at the same time continuing to press firmly on the back of her mouth. Unconsciously, he looked directly into one of the cameras, something amateur actors often did. Harley, on the other hand, opened her eyes wide and began to convulse as her lover squirted his juice into her mouth so violently and a little unexpectedly. Thanks to the Viagra and the mental indoctrination, Batman came again very violently and at first Harley actually feared drowning. She did everything in her power to somehow swallow the seemingly never-ending stream, but it just wouldn't work. Only when she began to gag violently did the hand let go and she shot up. Thick, firm strings, a mixture of her saliva and his sperm, flowed over her lips as she took a deep breath. This dripped slowly, like a viscous slime, back onto Batman's hard member. Harley, on the other hand, coughed slightly and took a deep breath, but as soon as she caught her breath, she grinned broadly.

She playfully grabbed his cock while running the fingers of her other hand over her lips. With these movements, she mixed her own pussy juice with his sperm and moaned hotly before she pressed these very fingers against Batman's lips, then smeared every part of his uncovered face and laughed maniacally. She then pressed three fingers into his mouth. While Bruce enjoyed the strange taste of his sperm and her lust juice, Harley laughed out loud.

"Yes baby. That's it. Lick our juice... Mmm. Yes. Lick my cum off my fingers. Yes. Good boy. Lick Aunt Harley's cunt juice off my fingers! Oh, yes baby!" she said hotly. She had to admit that she also really enjoyed the little role play. How often had she dreamed of doing it in this car, mostly with the Joker, but fucking Batman had often been part of her fantasy too. The fact that he was into such games opened up undreamt-of possibilities for erotic adventures. When she saw how hard he was again, she let go of his cock and spread her legs. The hand that had just been wanking the dark knight's cock now found its way to her own pussy. She greedily drove her own fingers deep into her wet crack and moaned hotly against Batman's mask. When her fingers and parts of her hand were nicely filled with both of their juices, she switched hands so that Batman had to lick her pussy juice off her hands again.

While she went back to his cock with her second hand, she gasped hotly. "Yes, Batman. Mmm. You like that, huh? That Mr. J's girlfriend is jerking your cock. Go down that side alley! Before I go to Arkham I want to get fucked properly!" she laughed out loud and before he could say anything she had already bent down to his cock again and was licking it. He managed to activate the autonomous driving just in time to avoid an accident. Harley, on the other hand, didn't let up and grinned broadly at him while she sat down on her seat with her legs apart and kneaded her breasts through the latex. Her hard nipples were visible through the skin-tight latex and the costume was already open between her legs so that her wet labia were clearly visible.

"What is it now, Mr. Batman? Are you going to pull over, or do I have to do it myself and you just listen to me?" she smirked and when Batman didn't respond, she rolled her eyes. "BORING!"

But then it drove into a small side alley. With a roaring engine, the heavily armored black car rolled into the small alley. The headlights illuminated the whole street. A few small garbage cans and a large pile of garbage were apparently all that could be found here. Harley stopped whining when she saw this and one look at Batman was more than enough to see what was coming. Thanks to the sexual enhancer, Batman was already hard again and his breathing was slightly faster than normal. Slowly, the Batmobile came to a halt in front of a wall and the turbine slowly shut down. The vehicle vibrated slightly as it stopped and it wasn't until it was stationary that Harley fully realized that it was finally going to happen. Ever since the Joker had led her on her new career path and she had first come across Batman and his car, she had planned to fuck it one day. Actually, she had always assumed it would be the Joker, but now she had realized that it had to be Batman. It had always had to be him. It all made sense in her twisted mind now. She had really needed the Joker to connect her to Batman.

"Oh." she sighed as it dawned on her. With a light sigh, she swung herself off her seat and onto his lap. She could clearly feel the hard cock against her pelvis, but she hadn't let it penetrate her yet. She placed her dogs on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. Those eyes that could trigger fear and lust in her in equal measure. Once he had frightened her, the fear that he might take Mr. J away from her. But now it was no longer fear. Now it was desire. Pure, unadulterated desire. She had gotten to know a side of him that not even the other members of his gang knew. She had seen the Batman who was torn between his human emotions and the desire for the higher purpose that Batman represented.

"Yes, Mr. B. Now you will fulfill my dreams and I will show you a way to live out all your baser urges!" she breathed into his ear before her right hand slid down and brought his cock into position. With a quick movement of her abdomen, she literally impaled herself on his cock and gasped uncontrollably. Even though it was ridiculous, she could have sworn that e- was harder than during the quickie in the cave. "Fuck!" she gasped strainedly as she let herself slide onto him. "Yes Batman! At last. Fulfill my dream. Fuck me in the Batmobile. Make me part of your family. Fuck all thoughts of the Joker out of me. Yes... Yes...!"

She would have liked to goad him even more, but her words gave way to a hotter gasp as Bruce, or rather Batman, began to ram his body against hers. At the moment, she would have liked to forget who was under the mask and just let her Mr. B. take her like this. She sensed that he was no longer in the mood for games either. He had finally given up his dark reticence. Both hands rested on her hips and his body rammed firmly against hers. Indistinct, half-cooked or grunted words escaped his lips and even if she didn't understand a word of it, it only turned her on more. Her hands moved to the roof of the cabin to better support herself and with rapidly growing greed she rode her favorite and screamed with lust. This was different from the cave.

But she had no idea how different it would be until she suddenly felt his strong arm on the back of her neck, pulling her towards his head. Before her sex-fogged head realized what was happening, her lips were sealed by his. His hot, rough lips pressed against her sinful red lips and her lips opened to play with his lungs. The kiss was like a love game of its own. Both of them.

-He... he... kisses me... - it flashed through her mind and even though her movements became a little calmer through the kiss, she was hornier than ever. Her whole body began to tremble, throwing itself towards the kiss, so that she could hardly remember to breathe. But she would have rather suffocated at that moment than stop feeling his lungs against hers for even a second. Her hands moved to his neck and with all her strength she **** Batman to continue kissing her. Only when she felt how her body could no longer withstand the physical and mental overstimulation did she realize that she had just come. Her body seemed to explode as she felt her spool spill over his cock for the first time in her life. The twitching of her pussy seemed so intense that he immediately came with her and made her feel his juice filling her crack. Even though she would have loved to enjoy this moment kissing him, her body betrayed her shamelessly. She tore herself away from his lips, pulled her head back and screamed as the powerful orgasm washed over her. In the process, she slammed herself against anything she could grab and lost all control over her body. But she didn't care at all. Her head was still rushing, even when her body slowly calmed down again. She was slowly able to think more clearly and felt the fog of sex, emotion and desire lifting. At the same time, she felt Bruce's juice spreading pleasantly in her crack, how even the smallest movements sent new sensations through her body. Her senses seemed to be completely focused on this desire. She just seemed to feel everything more intensely. The rational part of her blamed it on the emotional connection and that she was imagining a lot of it. The crazy part of her, on the other hand, was aware that Mr. B. had now made her his Harley and that she would never again love another man as intensely as she loved her Batman.

Still completely out of breath, Batman sagged in the seat, feeling the heat, the cum and the judgment of Harley on him. He could clearly feel her vagina drawing in every drop of his juice, massaging his twitching cock in her wet heat. He was starting to get a taste for sex, after all, he had had sex more times this month than he had in the last year. Harley clung to the ceiling and the outside window, twitching, and as she groaned for air and breathed heavily, she suddenly looked into his eyes and started laughing manically. Then she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards her for another hot and wet kiss.

With a loud hiss, the top of the Batmobile suddenly went up and if anyone had been in the dark alley, they would have been able to see a red latex-clad Harley Quinn sitting on Batman and covering his face with kisses. The fact that his semi-rigid cock was still in her pussy, rubbing against her crack over and over again with her greedy kisses, would not be visible.

At first, Harley didn't even notice that the vehicle had opened, she was still floating on cloud nine and intoxicated by the hot kisses. This "first time" with him had been perfect for her. Now she could concentrate fully on helping him again. She would never forget this sex. But finally she realized that the driver's cab was open and looked left and right in irritation. "Oh. I must have pressed the wrong button?"

But Batman didn't answer her with words, instead he grabbed one of her pigtails and pulled her head into her neck. Then she felt his cock in her crack start to get harder and bigger again. The sensation of feeling his cock grow was indescribably hot. Something she had never experienced before and wanted to savor to the utmost. She tensed her pelvic muscles to offer his member as much resistance as possible, but this only made the sensation even more intense for both of them. It didn't take long for her to start moaning with pleasure again. She admired her new lover for his steadfastness. For a man who supposedly never had sex, he was an extraordinarily steadfast and persistent lover.

But apparently Batman wasn't finished with her yet. After a hot, lustful kiss, he broke away from her and got out of the car. It didn't even seem to occur to him to pull up his pants. He held out his hand to her and pulled her out of the heavy vehicle. She let him pull her and even when he turned her around, she didn't resist. She felt him place a hand on her back and press her against the bodywork. She willingly placed her hands on the cold steel and spread her legs willingly and full of anticipation. She suspected what he was up to and somehow the thought was downright beguiling. Batman would take her here, in the middle of the street. Everyone would be able to see what was happening. Wordlessly, she stretched her bottom out towards him and waited for her lover. When she felt his hands on her hips, she sighed with pleasure. "Take me, Mr. B!" she breathed barely audibly. However, this was not because she was afraid that someone might hear her, but rather because she didn't want to ruin this moment.

Batman looked down at the scene in front of him. Harley stood with her legs apart, her pants open, directly in front of him. Her arms were propped about shoulder width apart on the body of the car and her whole body was leaning over the car. He could stare directly at her ass and saw her thighs trembling slightly. His own hard-on was clearly sticking out and was aimed right at her wet, glistening labia. But none of that mattered. The most important thing was the alignment of the two of them in relation to the car. Because, of course, the Bat-Mobile also had external cameras. And these cameras were in the perfect position to film the sex. At least one camera would be pointed directly between their legs. The thought of his masters watching this scene increased his desire immeasurably. He would do anything for his masters... And he would enjoy it!

He moved his pelvis slightly until his glans rubbed against her pussy. Then he thrust. He closed his eyes and rammed his cock as deep into her crack as he could. He gasped lustfully as he felt her body stiffen and she moaned too. Her body rocked forward and she used her hands to support herself as best she could. Only then did she push back. Her whole body pressed against his cock, his body and his forward movement. There was an audible slapping sound as the two bodies collided. This sound was only drowned out by Harley's hot scream, which echoed through the dark alley. Neither of them cared if anyone saw them, if there were any witnesses or not. Each fucked the other perhaps for different reasons, but in both cases it had the same effect.

The two were in an exchange that robbed them of any clear thought. All Bruce could think about was the appreciation of his masters and the desire to fulfill their wishes and all Harley could think about was how close she was to her beloved. She loved the wild, hard and merciless way he fucked her from behind, panting unrestrainedly, almost like a wild animal. However, she had more and more trouble standing securely in her high heels and so she slipped and sank with her upper body onto the hood. Bruce slipped out of her pussy and she immediately felt empty and lonely

"Put it back in baby. Fuck me. Please... Keep fucking me..." she begged almost immediately, turning onto her back. She wanted to see her Batman. She wanted to see his mask as he fucked her. As soon as she was lying on her back on the hood she spread her legs wide and with a long screech she felt Bruce ramming his cock into her crack. "Yes, Mr. B. Keep fucking me! Don't stop!" Harley gasped and desperately tried to hold on to something to counter the dark knight's hard thrusts. But there was nothing. Nothing she could hold on to. And so she slid a little over the hood with every thrust and gasped hotly with every thrust.

When Batman realized that she kept slipping away from him due to his wildness, he stopped for a moment and had to catch his breath. "Vehicle! Gattling gun out!" he gasped and Harley watched in amazement as part of the hood moved to the side directly above her head and a six-barrel autocannon went up. At first she didn't understand what he was doing, but then it dawned on her. She clasped one of the barrels with both hands and looked greedily up at Batman, who stood waiting between her legs.

"Now! FUCK ME HARDER!" she hissed and tensed her body. Thanks to the hold, she was now able to counter his thrusts and she felt him so intensely that her screams became shorter and shorter and choppier. With each thrust, they both gasped in ecstasy until they came almost simultaneously. The orgasm was not as intense as the last one and yet it was a relieving conclusion for both of them... Exhausted and with his cock throbbing, Bruce sank over her body and she felt his head resting right on her breasts. She was also completely out of breath and her chest heaved with every breath. She not only felt her lover's cock in her crack, but also his weight resting on her. Even through the latex, she imagined she could feel his breath, which made her shudder. She wrapped her hands around his body and caressed his neck with her left hand. Surely he wouldn't feel it through the thick armor anyway, but she couldn't think that far at the moment. After a few minutes, she pulled his head towards hers and placed her lips on his. A long, sensual kiss ended their little adventure and as wild and dirty as it had started, it ended sensually and almost tenderly. But this tenderness didn't last long. Because after the kiss, Batman straightened up and pulled up his pants. With a slight sigh, Harley watched as his fascinating cock disappeared behind the black fabric and moved into the unreachable distance. Then she zipped up her own crotch and turned around. On all fours, she crawled powerlessly towards the cockpit and dropped into the chair. Batman also walked along the side of the car and took a seat. Harley was a little proud to notice that he wasn't walking as strongly and dominantly as usual, but seemed a little exhausted.

As he sank into the chair, she saw a single bead of sweat run down his cheek under the mask and she closed her eyes in pleasure. "That... was wonderful!"

"Yes... it was perfect!" Bruce said ambiguously. Of course he meant the scenes he had recorded, but he understood what Harley meant. He slowly stepped on the gas pedal and drove the heavy vehicle out of the small alley. It was time to record the second scene. He just hoped he could get some rest before he fucked Barbara AND Harley. He doubted he would make it, despite the Viagra. But just as he was beginning to wonder if he could do it, he remembered the message in the cave.

Until then, you'll provide amusement. Shoot some porn for us. Be creative and over rapid us. If you're a good boy, you'll be brainwashed again.

His motivation was immediately rekindled, a pleasant, albeit slightly painful twitch in his loins indicating that he was ready to obey until he was completely exhausted, until he passed out. "It's time you met Batgirl!" he breathed softly and drove off.