Batgirl and Harley Quinn

Batgirl struggled against the ropes, grunting angrily, but Harley Quinn had tied them well. The villainess was leaning over the bound heroine from behind, taunting her I assumed. But there were much better uses for the clown girl's mouth, and I was going to teach her as many of them as possible. I was watching them from above, through a sky light in the abandoned warehouse. I proceeded to have my fun.

Harley was in the middle of telling Batgirl the Joker's latest plan when Batgirl felt her costume contract sharply. It wasn't just tighter, the material felt different on her skin. She yelled into the gag, her angry expression demanding Harley to tell her what she'd done. But judging from Harley's shocked expression, she didn't know either. Harley ran her finger inquisitively down Batgirl's shoulder.

"Is that… latex? IT IS! YOU LITTLE SLUT!"

I let her have her fun for a moment. Humiliating bound heroines is a pass time I encourage. But then it was time to give her the same treatment. Her galavanting came to an abrupt halt when her nipples were spontaneously pierced. Her shocked silence was abruptly ended when her harlequin costume turned to latex, a fetishistic parody of itself.

"What the…"

She didn't get to finish her sentence. I appeared behind her and willed an obscenely large, sluggishly vibrating phallus to appear in her pussy. She had time to issue a shocked cry before I made her costume drag her to her knees. She tried to stand and found she couldn't, and then searched for the zipper of her costume.

"You won't find it, Harley. You can't take it off. Your costume belongs to me now, and so does anything inside it."

I knelt and squeezed her cheeks in my hand, relishing her defiant gaze.

"If I were you I'd be more concerned with this," I said, tapping her crotch. Her defiant gaze turned to shock as the vibrator tripled in size, pressing visibly against the inside of her inescapable costume. She parted her thighs as far as she could, struggling to contain it. She was filled to capacity. And then I turned the lazily squirming vibrator to it's highest setting. I met Batgirl's gaze as I let Harley thrash. She was afraid. Wise, since she was next.

I turned back to Harley. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and drool flowered freely from her mouth. The gigantic vibrator was really battering her insides. Her entire lower body was writhing with it's vibration. I turned it off abruptly. I let her catch her breath. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Please. It's too big. Get it out of me."

She was begging. I liked that. I ran a hand over face, stripping it of the grease paint she wore. I passed it over again, and the same makeup she always wore returned, but now it was tattooed on.

"Want it out?"

She nodded, pathetically eager.

"Then you have to eat her out," I said, pointing to the wide eyed Batgirl. I turned the vibrator back up to max, grinning.