Burning rubber

You once again woke up, but this time it’s to a beige apartment room with holes in the drywall, clothes of red, black, and even blue persuasions strewn over upholstery, and a disheveled beaver doll pushed over, seemingly no longer needed. In the other room you heard a familiar voice, yelling up a storm over the phone.

“Ya heard me, Sell the whole complex!” Harley said, clearly exasperated by the gal on the other end not believing her convictions. “Veep me the money or don’t, I don’t care! I’m leaving with my mistah so we can gank some super skanks! Good day madam!” She heard you stirring, making her mood instantly brighten, and poked her head around the doorframe, clearly having just gotten out of the shower.

“Mornin’ puddin! Be with ya in a sec,” she said, going back in to finish her surprise for you (so shhhh, don’t tell anyone, especially you). You asked if she really owns this whole building. “Used ta own it, as of today! Put in my two weeks notice two weeks late, ‘cuz we are outta here! Urgh, come on…” You heard her struggling with something. “Dang blue eyeshadow, always the hardest to get off of my- ah, got it! Uh, but yeah, I’m thinkin’ we head to my old stomping grounds and see what lovely ladies we can scoop up there. But first~”

You listened to a looong stretching noise, a mighty snap!, and just when you’re about to ask Quinn what she’s up to, you become speechless by what steps through the door. Back when you had Harley at the top of your superheroine spank bank, this domino mask-wearing beaute is what you were thinking of. Wrapped head-to-toe in black-and-red rubbery latex, all of this harlequin’s features were lain bare. You could see two perky breasts just dying to break free of their rubber bonds, an ass accentuated with a diamond pattern plastered on the left thigh, and a cameltoe that just screams ‘come get it, stud~’. All tied together with the booties, neck-and-wrist ruffles, and a jaunty jesters cap that chime in with ‘I’m as much of a fun hang as I am a sexy hang!’

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“Like what’cha see, puddin?” Harley cooed, sashaying up to you, every movement letting out an oh-so-satisfying squeak. “Ya see, I’ve been thinking. If you’re gonna be diddlin’ around with gals on a meta-humanitarian scale, you don’t need a biker-chick lookin’ vigilante who thinks she can get by with barely a gimmick to speak of hanging around, confusing the pallet…” She pulled off your covers and squeaked onto your lap, rubbing her muff along your hardening hog.

“No, what you need is to head to my garage-”

Squeak

“-get past all the boxes with unimportant stuff in ‘em like ‘responsibilities’ or ‘sense of self-worth’-”

Squeak squeeeeak

“-mmmhhyeaaah~ yeah throw all my baggage away, I shouldn’t have any! I’m yours to do with what you want, and what you want-”

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“-is to REV UP YOUR HARLEY!!!”

RIIIIP~

“Ooooh yeah~” the true Harley Quinn moaned, your enormous cock barreling through the thin piece of latex, straight into her waiting snatch. As you start hammering away at her now exposed twat, Harley looked at you with the usual lust you now expect from her, but there was also a kind of love in her eyes you’ve only ever seen twice in your life. “That’s it Mistah J, mess me up big time. I can tell you’re still missing your mommas, and don’t you worry, we’ll get them back to wanking yer yank one day,” she made you stop thrusting and took the lead, cramming as much of your dick in and out of her with now expert technique. “But for now, how ‘bout this; in addition to Harleen, and Ms. Quinn, and sexy and fuckslave- and whatever you want, really- you can call me Auntie Harley~”

You might’ve been ashamed to admit how quickly that single action made you cum if you weren’t feeling indescribable pleasure at the same moment.

You watched Auntie Harley’s belly bloat with your outstanding ooze. “That’s right puddin, fill up your hot auntie ‘til she’s fit to burst! God, I can somehow taste it from here you’re so virile! YEEESSS~”

As your mega-milk load waned, you watched Harley lift off your pole, her stomach shrinking at a surprising rate. “Like that, my now darling nephew? I think your super-spunk gave me some upgrades. Check it!” and with two claps of her hands, her outfit magically mended itself until looking good as new. “Presto! Now you can rip and tear anything your auntie’s wearing without having to mourn the loss of some good fetish fashion!”

You’re about to go into her again, yourself revved up on how she said ‘rip and tear’, when she holds her finger to your lips. “Ah-ah-ah~ as much as I’d love to, remember, we’re blowing this shitshack,” she turned to head out, giving you a nice view of her plump derrière. “Get on something light to wear and meet me outside. I’ve got a slightly less attractive harley to rev up, and something tells me it’s gonna be a real HOT one today~”

A tank-top and sweatpants seemed to be the right choice, as you spotted Harley starting up a beautiful red motorcycle with sidecar attachment. “Well, whaddya think Mistah J?” she asked, waving you over. “We may be closer to Metropolis right now, but it’s just a short schlep through the outskirts of Midvale, and we’re Gotham-bound, baby! Hop on!”

As you walked towards the bike, you looked up to the just-barely-morning stars. You could swear, somewhere up in that cosmic ballet, you saw a vision of your once self-appointed mothers, Wonder Woman and Power Girl, lovingly and tenderly slobbing your knob, just like old times. You shook your head, determination that you’ll turn your perverted past into your fetishized future welling up in your chest.

As you confidently stepped into the sidecar, Harley quickly halts your progress. “Woah, woah, WOAH! Who said you’d be riding in there? Hold on tight puddin, that hog ‘a yours stays with me~” And so, with your shlong vibrating along almost the entirety of Harley’s back, you and your new self-proclaimed aunt hit the road, a path of purloining pretty pink pussies, and the people possessing them, laying ahead.

TAW: Bet’cha forgot Harley used to own a Coney Island apartment complex, huh? Anyway, that pretty much concludes the prologue and set-up, making the coming chapters prime for some bangin’ babes to get busted by our boy. Again, be sure to lemme know who’d YOU like to see it this harem of heroic (or perhaps VILLAINOUS, if you catch my drift? (I’m saying you can suggest villains too, to be clear)) proportions. ‘Til next time, awoogaderche! (Arrivederche? Anyone? Hmm…)