Day 2 - Needle Play, Orgasm Denial, Cock Growth

Dick was in trouble, it was only a question of magnitude at this point.

“Anyway, I figure you’re the kinda man who can appreciate a woman what knows her way around a chemistry set. Specially when she’s gonna be injecting you with the stuff she’s got in it.” She grabbed a syringe with a green plastic lead around the needle, probably an eighteen gauge if he remembered his first-aid, “Bats gave you first-aid training and all, right? There to patch up the people he knocked the teeth out of?”

“That’s… not how I would phrase it.” Dick tried to twist and contort his fingers to feel whatever it was around his wrists. Considering the feeling was coming back into them, it wasn’t rope. Harley’s knots were second to few. Part of that was their abject cruelty. Though if it wasn’t knots, that worked in his favor.

Honestly, how he’d gotten there mattered very little. For as dangerous as the job was, one would be surprised just how often you woke up in a strange place with very little memory of how you got there and some kind of sexual deviancy supplies securing you in place. Really, that was almost safer at this point than waking up home in bed. Though that may have been one of those survivorship bias things. Always so hard to tell in this line of work.

The ‘where’ at least seemed easy enough to solve, though only in the abstract. He was in some kind of medical facility, a cold tile and beige sheetrock wall room with an overhead light set to a dim amber glow that left nothing so much illuminated as visible at a bare minimum. It even had the hole-speckled ceiling boards suspended between metal crossbars that he’d always imagined feeling like cardboard. There was a filament whine from the donut light, no sound of other patients anywhere in the facility, and visible signs of the cabinets being ransacked. Abandoned hospital, three of them in Gotham, assuming they were still there. Could have also been on the outskirts or just out of town, though since he couldn’t tell how long he’d been out he couldn’t tell how far out of town she might have taken him. Probably not far. If a criminal always returned to the scene of the crime then that meant, by law of statistical probability, that every single criminal in the world eventually returned to Gotham.

Harley stood at the foot of his bed with a black duffle bag seemingly full of medical supplies. Even the parts of her not caked in white makeup were pale, but the white-red-blue combo of her face was sloppier than usual. Some streaks and smudges that suggested whatever way she was in, it wasn’t a good one. Even then, it was hard for him not to feel some kind of reaction looking at her. Even with her mask and hat off, blonde pigtails dragging at her shoulders, the red-black bodysuit she wore left little to the imagination. It always had, but there was something about it in the low light…

“Are you one of the ones he put on SSRI’s? I know bein a boy wonder can leave you pretty loony in the head, and that’s comin from me.”

“Am I what?” He was equal parts confused and trying to buy time.

“SSRI’s, ya big lunk. Selective serotonin… re-” She trailed off, “Whatever. Half of Gotham’s on em, you know what I mean.”

So far as Dick could tell, he was only restrained by whatever it was that was on his wrists and a pair of medical straps around each ankle. He was laying face-up on a medical bed, still dressed, and seemingly uninjured. Honestly, it was pretty far from the worst of these predicaments he’d woken up into. That didn’t make it ideal, obviously. The medical restraints were easily solved so long as the hands were free, that’s why the hand restraints could be something less restrictive but harder to escape from. If not ropes, the obvious answer was handcuffs.

“I never needed them,” Dick tried to time his response to the same moment his fingers brushed against where he assumed the chain would be. For whatever reason, he missed the timing. The tinkling of the cuffs sounded as loud and out of place as a fart.

“Are you already tryna get out of those?” Harley asked astonishedly. “I’m surprised you can even reach em. Fingers like that must make you pretty popular.”

“Any circus performer who can’t slip a pair of cuffs had better get really comfortable around lions in a hurry,” Dick tried to keep her talking. “It’s actually a pretty easy trick, assuming you’re awake when they’re put on. If you aren’t, you’ve gotta dislocate some fingers. Not fun, but doable if-”

His fingers found a second chain.

“Did you really use two pairs of handcuffs?” He asked incredulously.

“Four actually!” Harley snorted. “I woulda used more, but that was all I had. You think I ain’t ever been to a circus before?”

“You’ve got to work on getting more out of less,” Dick sighed.

“You would say that, Nightbutt.” Harley gave him a suggestive look, then turned to continue sorting through her ‘medical’ supplies. “I’d rather be the girl whose overprepared than underprepared, ya know?”

“Something tells me that whatever you have planned isn’t that effective if you need this much help to pull it off.” Dick tried to taunt.

“Sometimes it’s not about ‘effective’, kid.” Harley’s voice turned sour for just a moment. That, much more than anything else, sent a chill up his spine. It returned to sugary sweet a second later. “A vibrator is pleeeeeeenty effective, but it’s not a warm body.”

She was coming on a lot stronger than usual. Harley flirted, same as anybody, especially the kind of girl who put on a weird outfit before going out to get into fights. But using it openly like this… it was more Ivy’s game. Perhaps they’d been spending more time together. Perhaps she was missing Joker after he’d spent a particularly hard number of days in Arkham. Could have been both.

“Yenno, the biggest problem with medicine is always the side effects.” Harley straightened up. Once again, brandishing the large needle. “And when there are side effects, you got two kindsa doctors-”

“Do we have to do this part?” Dick asked. “If you’re just going to inject me with that, spare me the monologue.”

Harley frowned without a hint of play or humor. She set the needle down and grabbed a remote from her surgical bag. When she pressed a button, he could feel a strange, uncomfortable sensation starting up in his calves and forearms, even one on the underside of his chin. She messed with the settings again until a quick, powerful shock registered through his whole body, forcing his jaw to clench, nearly making him swallow his tongue. Drawing it out for a few seconds, she shut it off again when he finally let out a pained exhale. It wasn’t the kind of thing that sent bright blue bolts flying off of you. It was a TENS machine, not a medical grade one either. It couldn’t seriously hurt him, unless she put a pad on his chest or something. But she could certainly make him uncomfortable with it.

With her message sent, Harley picked up a pair of nitrile gloves and slipped one on, posing like she was on a pop-punk album cover for a moment.

“You gotta let me finish these trains of thought, kid.” She was slightly more irritated-sounding than she probably meant. “It’s hard enough for me to keep track of them as-is.”

“How the hell did you get through psych school?” Dick hissed after a moment. His jaw still ached like all hell.

“Be being a good fucking student!” She snapped, nearly knocking the needle off of the table. Hearing it roll around seemed to snap her back into place, and she picked it up, brandishing it menacingly. “I could use a much meaner gauge, you know! I’m going soft on you, boy wonder.”

Dick opened his hands and showed her his palms, squeezing his lips together to suggest he would play nice, at least for the moment. Harley seemed to regain her composure and trudged right along.

“Right, what I was saying.” Harley huffed loudly. “You get side effects, right? And there are two kindsa doctor reactions to that. The first one goes ‘Oh no! I don’t want people taking my pills to be all nauseous or sleepy! I need to study what’s happening so I can make the **** again, but without it doing that.’” Harley had been miming a mouth with her thumb and first two fingers of her free hand, but she shifted the needle to the other hand in order to bring that one to the other side of her head for the second part. “But a smarter doctor says ‘Oh wow! I can make people feel all sorts of crazy ways with this. I should study what’s happening so that I can make a new pill that does that, but a bunch stronger!’”

Harley tossed the needle from hand to hand a little carelessly before giving it a flick, squeezing the plunger just enough to make a drop of whatever was inside drool slowly out.

“That’s actually where we got SSRI’s, yenno? We made a tuberculosis treatment that was supposed to make people feel real good, and the way it did that was blocking the breakdown of serotonin. Crazy, right?”

“Crazy,” Dick echoed after a moment’s silence to confirm she wanted an actual answer.

“So the second doctor tells the first doctor their new anti-depressant kills the user’s sex drive. The first one says that’s no good. The second one tells him that it’s fine, actually. Plenty of people in Arkham could do with a bit of neutering, you know what I mean? Only problem is, you have no idea who gets it. Some nasty pervert might not have that side effect, while your poor, innocent local lunatic can’t pop a stiffy no matter how hard he tries.”

“I see,” Dick responded flatly. He was trying to figure out the logistics of slipping multiple pairs of cuffs, but Harley had set them up at all different angles. It was shockingly good ingenuity. Even if he dislocated every single finger of both hands, he wasn’t sure there was any kind of play here.

“So the first scientist says we need to isolate the chemical process causing sexual dysfunction, and the second scientist agrees. But while they’re working on it, the first scientist says it’s impossible to isolate the sexy stuff from the serotonin. The second scientists asks why they can’t just make a **** that make a **** that blocks the sexual hormones and doesn’t touch the serotonin. The first one says it’s unethical and serves no purpose. The second doctor calls the first doctor a luddite. The first doctor files for improper usage of lab equipment, fights break out, medical licenses are lost…”

“Are they doctors or scientists?” Dick asked.

“You can be both!” Harley replied indignantly.

She let the silence hang in the air between them a moment before hunching back over the desk, giving her butt a little wiggle since she knew he was watching. Of course it got a reaction, albeit a small one. It was hard for him to pop a boner in a time like this, but just as hard not to with the nervousness of it all. At the very least, he’d recently added a cup to his suit that would hide it even if he did pop one.

Harley lifted a bonesaw from her bag, turned to him, watched his clearly panicked expression a moment before tossing it away and grabbing a pair of scissors instead. Walking over, she stepped between his legs, slightly lifting the stirrups they were strapped to. Then she ran her hand softly, teasingly, along his knee and up his thigh toward his groin. Finally, she pinched a handful of fabric right around the meat of his leg and snipped it effortlessly with the scissors, causing a sudden bloom of pale skin and hair against the blue-black fabric of his suit. He winced very slightly, tangibly enough for her to squeeze his thigh reassuringly.

“The more you move at this point, the worse the tailor bill is gonna be, kay?” She asked in a mock-sweet voice, low and dusky like they were sharing an intimate moment.

At the same time, she swung the scissors aggressively and opened the thigh of his suit nearly from knee to groin, nicking his skin ever so slightly. Perhaps that was part of the love language. She had exposed enough to show off the demarcation point where his shaving stopped abruptly, smooth crotch transitioning into hairy leg. It felt weirdly more revealing and embarrassing in the moment than anything else did. Harley turned the scissors - carefully - and snipped along the crotch of his suit, pushing the cup away and letting it clunk to the floor uselessly. Her eyes didn’t really glance toward his manhood as she cut up the other thigh enough to leave him completely exposed, not even really with a flap of skin to pull over for cover. Assuming he could have closed his legs. Or reached down. She didn’t even bother interacting with the belt, which was always the stumbling block for first-timers.

“There we go, that’s a good kid.” Harley tossed the scissors aside and gave his semi-hard cock a condescending little pat. “Still all sexy and muscular. Nice glutes. Nice legs. Good little package you got there.”

“Thanks?” He asked, trying not to blush despite the fact this wasn’t exactly their first time doing this kind of dance. “You know, you could have just asked for a date.”

“I appreciate knowing I’ve got your ear like that, I really do.” Harley reached down, momentarily bringing herself eye-to-eye with his now rapidly-hardening member and giving a couple of dramatic blinks as if impressed. Then she popped right back up, once more brandishing the oversize needle. “But there’s no way in hell you were gonna just let me stick this in ya.”

“Ha… you’re not really… uh…” Dick suddenly had a tremendous amount of trouble swallowing. This part was definitely a first.

“Look, kid,” Harley stared him down as she traced the needle threateningly against his balls for a second. He’d have thought it would be enough to make him instantly go soft, but to his own chagrin, it didn’t. “You’ve got a… perfectly fine schwartz here. Really, you do. I just gotta… set it up correctly.”

“Set it up?” He asked nervously.

“See, I’ve been getting a taste lately for slightly… bigger toys.” Harley mused. “Now, I’m not calling you small, promise, but you should see what some of these people are doing these days with nothing more than silicone and a dream.”

“Harley, let’s talk about this. Seriously.” Dick started to squirm, but she once more brought the tip of the needle against the sensitive skin of his sack.

“Now you’re REALLY gonna want to not squirm for this part.” She sounded almost deliriously happy. “I’m not a nurse, ya know? And this thing ain’t intramuscular. So every time I don’t hit a vein, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch and we’re gonna have to start allll over. Got it?”

She squeezed a handful of his thigh and then his groin above his manhood to bring the veins up against his skin, turning her head this way and that as she did, seemingly without a care in the world. Dick winced and tried to hold still, but found himself earnestly trembling at this point. He considered bucking his hips, trying to throw her off, just trying to create enough chaos and commotion for some kind of accident to happen if nothing else. He was better in an accident then pinned like a bug under a microscope. But the dim light gleamed off of the needle’s surface as if with malice. He had no reason to believe she was kidding. And no reason to challenge the especially unstable mood she seemed to be in.

He closed his eyes when he felt a prick, the sensation of the needle in his skin, every little tremor and motion of it as Harley pressed down the plunger. Then an icy, sharp spike, Flowing into his stomach where it seemed to pool, then down one of his legs but not the other. Dick tried not to think of poison, tried not to think of metal in his skin. Tried not to think of the maniac doctor holding what could very easily be a weapon mere centimeters from the most sensitive parts of his body. Then he felt her pull it back out, a pause, and a tender little press of her fingers against the sore spot of the injection. When he opened his eyes, she was pressing a little smiley-face bandage over her needlework. Then bent and even placed a little kiss on it, making his cock jump in a way he wasn’t happy about.

“Look at you, what a brave boy ya were.” Harley patted his thigh once more before tracing the underside of his cock lightly. “Needles aren’t so bad.”

“I’m billing you for the suit,” Dick flinched away from her soft touch without really meaning to. He was on edge and needed to do anything and everything he could to try not to think about what was currently racing through his veins.

“Go ahead, it won’t even cover half your copay.” Harley waved disinterestedly. Where she had traced up from base to tip, now she started tracing back down. “I’m not sure what Bat Health Insurance looks like. I always figured the dental was good, at least.”

He looked at her blankly, she shrugged.

“Cause ya get punched in the mouth so often.” Harley mimed slugging herself right in the teeth. “And I’ve never seen one of ya with a gap in their smile.”

“I think we’re just good at not getting hit,” Dick tried to squirm away. He was hard enough at this point to be bobbing away from her fingertip touch.

“Oh geez, you should take that up with OSHA. They’d have a field day.” Harley grabbed a handful of his cock to keep it from jumping. The feeling of her warm, softly-gloved hand made him swallow hard. It felt like lycra.

“Well,” Harley started daintily stroking, little motions all in the wrist with great exaggeration and very little tempo. “Do ya want the short version, or do ya want the good doctor to tell you all the details? I’m pretty sure I brought my glasses, yenno.”

“Harley,” He tried to growl as sternly as he could while freaking the fuck out, and while his cock was literally in her hand.

“Aw come on, don’t be mean.” Harley **** her face stern and gave his cock a squeeze, “Or, if you’d prefer. Please watch your tone, patient.”

Dick felt any attempt at a snappy comeback die on his tongue. There was already a dull, heavy, not-altogether unpleasant feeling creeping through his body. His tongue suddenly felt far too big for his mouth. He would have killed for something fried and greasy.

“Oooooh, your pupils are dilating already.” Harley started to pump him more rapidly. “I’ll spare ya the big words then. Ya see, whenever one of us tried to **** one of yas in the past, you guys would do that zen… bullshit… thing… You know, where you dissociate and pretend the **** is happening to somebody else? Makes it really hard to enjoy yourself.”

“I… huhhhh.” Dick found it increasingly hard to talk. Whatever she had put in him, combined with what she was doing to him, was making him lazy, horny, hungry, and complacent. Like he was a farm animal she’d **** up in preparation for a slaughter. Though, some distantly conscious part of his brain reasoned, if she actually was going to kill him, she’d want him awake and making a show of it.

“Uh uh, that’s right.” Harley nodded with condescending pity, pouting her lip and continuing to stroke him. “So, I figured since yous was so good at dealing with the rough patches in life, you’d be just the Dick I was looking for to try out a rough stuff mixture I’d been working on. With a little help, of course.”

Involuntarily, he was starting to pump his hips up into her hand. At least, that was the spirit of the motion. It was a lazy, barely-noticeable squirm and clench. He was starting to leak onto her hand, something that only made Harley pick up her pace, making her motions crackle and pop with wetness. It felt like there was TV static flowing out of the top of his brain and through his body, a great dull grey mass where his mind had once been. Fully conscious but distant and muted. He’d been high before, but this was… medical. Sedated, needy, and helpless. As he kept pumping, he squirmed more in his restraints. The jingle of his handcuffs sounded almost musical to him.

“Holy moly,” Harley looked up in awe. “You got out of three pairs of handcuffs? Guess I got that stuff into you in the nick of time.”

Harley pulled her hands back, making him grunt petulantly as his cock throbbed into the empty air. She watched it for a moment with an amused expression, then slapped it lightly.

“So, even if I wasn’t touchin yas, I put a bit of Ivy’s pollen in there. Tried it with viagra, but found Red’s stuff works better. Course that meant I had to proportion everything else to the dosage of that…” Harley rambled. “Honestly the venom is takin too long. You don’t build up a resistance to that, do ya?”

That sent a spike of panic through him, and even if it didn’t manifest in much from his mouth or his movements, it clearly made Dick’s eyes light up enough to get her attention. Harley sighed and wrapped her hand back around his cock, the feeling of warmth and pressure weirdly comforting.

“Relax, baby. It’s not VENOM venom. It’s a weaker version. Give me at least a little credit here.” Harley rolled her eyes. “It should be just enough to give ya a bit of an upgrade. Minimal side effects. I think.”

He couldn’t tell if it was placebo, but Dick felt something shifting as she talked about Venom. A trickle of heat fluttering out through the ice in his veins, like a school of fish in a river. It didn’t travel, pooling at the injection site, right in his groin. Then, as Harley kept pumping, it was like she was coaxing it up into his cock. He felt the heat sliding into the base of his shaft, working upward like an orgasm rising slowly from within, until it reached his head and the overwhelming feeling dominated his senses of imminent release. His cock felt like it was on fire, filled with such tremendous heat and pressure. Something had to give. It couldn’t go on like this, there was nowhere else for it to build. No higher level it could possibly reach.

His cock gave a throb in Harley’s hand that made him roll his eyes back. But instead of popping, his dick swelled somehow larger than it had been at full mast. A hair longer, a hair thicker. Another throb came and it kept coming. Harley’s grip grew tight and she had to relax it, his shaft bright red as if it were sunburned, his head a nearly purple, drooling constantly with excitement. It was so surreal that it only tacked onto the distance and strangeness of the intoxication. He really couldn’t believe it, like it was happening to somebody else. But looking down between his legs, he couldn’t help but watch as he extended well beyond average. Harley’s mouth formed a dramatic O and she brought her hand to her cheek, looking between his rod and his face as if she were triple-taking, barely holding back her laughter. She brought her other hand down, but he was too long now for both hands to fully cover him. Almost too thick for her to close her hand around.

“Look. At. That.” Harley cackled. “Now that’s a dick, Dick!”

Dick gave a weak groan of protest, one that Harley effortlessly cut off by pumping him with both hands. The feeling in his crotch was completely beyond belief. It wasn’t like the venom had spread out the same number of nerve endings over a larger area, it was like there was actual new skin, new nerve endings, new tissue underneath. And now there was more space for that burning, needy, near-climax feeling to fill. It was like his brain had drained away with his blood, racing down now toward his dick. His body just a dull, distant conduit for his burning, sensitive, oversized member.

“Took ya long enough,” Harley sighed, moving from between his legs and letting his dick slap loudly against his stomach - past his navel. She undid the button of her collar and started to slide out of her outfit. “Momma’s been pregaming so long you had her thinking about just skipping the main event.”

The red and black suit slid past her shoulders without any semblance of teasing or show, Harley simply shrugging out of her clothes with unabashed lust. Her skin was farmer-tan pale outside of the areas her various uniforms and costumes didn’t cover, pink nipples against bright white flesh like cherries on whipped cream. She had pleasantly plump hips and a shapely, peach bottom. But in the moment, that all felt secondary. The part that caught his attention, the part that sent another little surge of heat through his groin, was her pussy. Unceremoniously revealed complete with sad little landing strip shaved like a smiley-face. Her lips were an excited, glistening red, swollen and seemingly just as eager as he was - after a fashion. A little pink tail was sticking out, which she pulled with a lusty whine until a tangerine-sized bead came slipping wetly out, the sound of its slow vibration a dull drone as she held it up for Dick to see.

“Whooo, baby.” Harley switched it off and set it next to the empty needle on the table. “Lemme tell you, those things work. I had to turn it down a bunch while we were talkin sos I wouldn’t be a complete mess and get my nut before the fun part. But I knew I’d have to be good and warmed up for what you were gonna give me.”

She turned and stepped backwards onto the stool she’d been using, pushing her ass up into Dick’s face, even giving it a little shake as if the thing between his legs needed more coaxing. She grabbed it eagerly from off of his stomach and lined it up with her cunt. Just the feeling of warmth and wetness against his tip - being so close to burying his burden in something - made Dick grunt and whine.

“Easy now, easy.” Harley tutted. “Don’t be so eager until you really know what you’re getting into.”

He genuinely couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or herself. As she started trying to push and ease herself down, Harley kept letting out noises of exertion and even a little discomfort. She kept reaching between her legs with her free hand and rubbing her clit or spreading her lips, trying to coax herself wide enough. It was working, slowly. By the time his head was even halfway in, Dick was practically foaming at the mouth - he was certainly drooling at least. But then Harley gave a more concerted push downward that drove him somewhere up into her guts.

“Hooooo baby!” She let out a shuddering, giddy holler of joy. Then cackled as she drove herself further down.

Dick couldn’t help nearly passing out at the sensation. His vision grew blurry, perhaps from tears. His balls were throbbing with need, he worried that there might have been Venom in them as well. She gripped every inch of him as tight as a glove - and there was no shortage of inches - with a heat that seemed to match his own. A hot, wet throbbing like an echoing call to the lethargic, needy feeling that dominated the only part of his body that he could feel. And as she started to pump her hips up and down, both of them only seemed to grow hotter. Like they were burning each other up, one from inside and one from out. More than increasing the heat, she was pulling it further up. Now it wasn’t even in his groin, just his cock. A pulsing, leaden, red-hot weight entirely in his sensitive, leaking manhood. So pleasurable to have touched, stroked, enveloped, but so demanding of release. He wanted more than anything to bolt up from his spot and grab Harley by the hips, stuffing the whole of his length into her even if she protested, even if she couldn’t take his full length - to make room if he needed to. Just laying there, watching the heart shape of her ass bounce up and down, was too little. Even the occasional glimpse of the pink gemstone poking from what must have been a plug in her ass didn’t seem to change the temperature or urgency of his need.

Before he could even process how long Harley had been going, she drove herself down nearly to taking his full length and gave a happy, girly squeal. He felt her clenching down around him, watched her back quivering as she brought one hand to her lips and the other down between her legs to stroke her clit. Dick ground his teeth. The feeling of being almost completely immersed was fantastic. The feeling of her squeezing and wringing his cock like she was milking it was superb. But…

“Ho-holy cow.” Harley sighed blissfully as she eased up off of his rod, pushing her hips back so he could watch her pussy try to close and fail for a second. He’d spread her pretty brutally, but she kept shaking with ecstasy as she clenched. “That’s a dick and a half ya got there… Think my eyes were a little too big for my stomach.”

Harley dropped down onto the examination room floor and took a moment to catch her breath. When she turned back to look at him, she looked exhausted, pleased, and pitying.

“Aw gee, Dick.” Harley sighed and fanned herself. “You made me feel like a new woman. I don’t know what I’ll ever do ta thank ya.”

A groan managed to escape his clenched teeth as Dick’s head bobbed impotently in his resting place. His cock was still throbbing, oversized, even leaking down onto his stomach. But the moment she’d driven herself all the way down onto him, any notion that he was going to climax had simply faded away.

“What?” Harley held up her ear in mock listening for a moment before feigning frustration. “You forgot about the SSRI’s didn’t you? They always forget about the SSRIs.”

Dick gave another, what he hoped was more compelling groan.

“Yeah, see. I couldn’t have ya knocking me up by accident.” Harley picked up her discarded costume and held it in front of her like a towel. “Sexual dysfunction works different for everybody, but when ya mix it with Red’s pollen, well.”

She stepped over and gave his thigh a condescending pat.

“If it makes ya feel any better, it was good for me!” Harley grinned. “Ya make a great dildo, Dick.”

His cock throbbed needily against his stomach as Dick tried to move his numb hands, tried to thrust into the air. It was hard to tell if any of the sympathy in Harley’s look was genuine. As she stepped toward the door, she blew him a kiss before popping it open.

“Hey Ive! He’s all yours if you wanna turn.” Harley called out. “At least until I stop achin quite so bad.”

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