Batgirl Begs For Jokers Cock

"But Master J, any desires that I have been exhibiting have been from the serum, not of my own free will. Even if I wanted to do what you request of me, my free will would be inhibited by the serum. In order to comply with your request, Master J, I think it would be best if you were to remove the serum from me." Batgirl attempted to sound as convincing as possible.

"Oh my dear, dear Batgirl. I applaud your continuous attempts to dodge what you really what, but it is growing quite tiresome. I think that serum is working miracles for your attitude. You will just have to do the best you can with the free will you have got left. Besides, I think the serum is just bringing out your true nature. Aren't you enjoying your new lifestyle so far?" Joker could not help to mock what virtue Batgirl had left.

"No Joker, whatever behaviors and desires that have come from me during my capture have been a clear result of the serum and have nothing to do with my own inclinations."

"Think what you like Batgirl, but the clock cock is ticking. You are still trying to dodge my question. Do you want my cock? Speak now, because it won't be returning anytime soon."

Batgirl had run out of room to stall. This was tearing her apart. Joker was mastering her urges, and it made her burn for him even more. At this point all of Batgirl's confusion was only bringing her lust to a boil. Her passion outweighed her virtue, she needed to have Joker. Damn him, she thought. "Master J, I...I want you," mumbled Batgirl from down on her knees.

"I'm sorry Batgirl, I couldn't hear you. What was that?" Joker wasn't going to make this easy for his superheroine captive.

"I said I want you Master J."

"Oh Batgirl, I seem to be a little confused. Could you be a little more specific? I don't understand what you're getting at."

Barbara was becoming frustrated with all the extra humiliation he was making her endure throughout this affair. It did nothing to decrease her desire for Joker though, which made it all the more embarrassing.

"I want...I want your cock Master J."

"Oh, and how so Batgirl."

Barbara couldn't stand it anymore, she let the words rush right out of her, the desires the serum had made her feel. Now she was the one trying to prevent any stalling. "I want to please your cock. I want it to please me. I don't just want it, I NEED it. I need to be going down on it, and I need you to thrust deep inside of me, delivering me all of your cum." Batgirl's face turned more red than her hair. She could not believe what had come out of her mouth. She wanted to cry, but at the same time she felt almost relieved.

"Hahaha, excellent. So is the superheroine ready to become my super-slut."

"Yes, Master J."

"Then let's get you to work." Joker approached the kneeling Batgirl. His hand gently tilted her chin so that her masked eyes were facing upward towards him. She seemed docile, ready for what was to come...or cum. Joker took his free hand and unzipped his pants. "You're going to enjoy this."