Harley Quinn

You awake in a dark and unfamiliar room. As your eyes adjust, it seems to be some sort of medieval dungeon. You try to move, but you quickly find that you can barely move. You are naked and suspended off of the ground with your hands bound to your feet, leaving your ass feeling very exposed. Your balls have been collared and your cock is sleeved by some unique contraption and are all bounded to the ground. You try to speak, but it comes out muffled as you are wearing a dildo gag.

"Welcome back!" Says a familiar and perky voice. Harley Quinn steps out into view. She's wearing her normal, way to tight t-shirt, barely containing her perfect breasts. She's not wearing any pants but much to your horror, she's instead wearing a large, pink, ribbed strapon. In her right hand she holds a black, leather flogger. In her left hand there is a remote, which is also connected to a silver chain around her neck. She presses a control on the remote and you feel an intense pain around your balls.

"That was a 3. Just to be clear pet, if you try to escape, or use your powers, I'll activate my cock trap on a higher setting. Most slaves pass out at 5. The record is 8, but *she giggles* I've always wondered what 10 does"

She turns it off. "However pet, it can be a reward too. My double sided-strapon here is quite a fun toy. You see, it transmits what it "feels" to both my side, for extra pleasure, and to the sleeve around your cock for a reward if you're good. So in a way...you can feel what it feels like to fuck your own ass!"

"Now let's have some fun."