Harley starts putting her plan into action

Harley kept Batman captive for weeks, knocking him out over and over and drastically weakening his resistance to getting ko'd, all while building on his erotic reaction to it and ensuring that there would not be a thing he could do to ever stop her again. As well as having as much fun as possible along the way.

In that time criminals started to notice his absence, and word spread that the Batman wasn't going out for patrol so often anymore. Not that Batman had any clue about this, being isolated and chained up in Harley Quinn's abandoned warehouse, completely at her admittedly lacking mercy.

She knelt in front of him, smiling. “No tools in your belt ta help ya get outta this one, huh? Not that you’ve gotcha belt. But, you do have your tool…” she said with a small laugh. She had his cock in her hand, gently swaying it to from side to side with her fingers at the base, watching it wag and bob just in front of the cute tip of her nose. “I think this is really it. I think that this time, you’re really done. And it’s me that’s writing your last page! I get ta conclude ya!” she happily exclaimed, exuding pride.

She gently closed her eyes and leaned in, placing a kiss on his engorged glans each time it passed her lips on its side-to-side bobbing journey. "Remember," she reminded him, "No cumming means no K.O." her plump lips planted another soft kiss on his pulsing dickhead. "So just do your best to hold it in!" she encouraged him.

Unfortunately, that was something he couldn't do. After around a minute of swaying his cock and giving it gentle kisses, he came, signalling Harley to sigh sadly in mock disappointment. Without another word, not even a teasing comment, she quietly got up to her feet and roundhouse kicked him in the cheek. Somehow, the lack of dialogue made it all the more humiliating for the Batman, who was out on impact as her foot knocked his head sideways.

Harley glanced over her shoulder to admire her handiwork, taking a particular moment to look at his drooping cock and the seed that dripped from its tip onto the warehouse floor, before heading out once again. She would return when he was awake again, and that wouldn't be for some time yet.

The next day she was on her hands and knees again, lovingly tonguing his dick through the crotch of the batsuit. Making her tongue fat and dragging it along the material, she applied just the right amount of pressure as she lavished him with licks through the fabric. She paid special attention to licking at the clearly-defined dickhead, which bulged out obviously through the Batman's supersuit.

“I wantcha to spill it all in there this time. It’ll be fun!” she had told him between tongue-rubs. “Then I can just put my hand over yer mouth ‘n nose ‘til you’re dreaming again.”

Outside the warehouse, crime in Gotham was really starting to pick up without the Batman around to stop it, and Harley herself had made a substantial amount of money robbing banks in her off time while Batman was asleep and chained to the warehouse wall. She couldn't help but laugh whenever she returned and saw the sight of Batman still snoozing peacefully, sometimes with his dick hanging out and sometimes not, and always with a puddle of cum beneath him.

"Ngk!" Batman grunted, jerking around in his chains as he lets loose his seed, pulsing it out into the inside of his batsuit's pants. Harley smiled, and pushed off of her knees to rise once again.

"Hah, you're gettin' faster, B-Man!" she commented with a wicked grin. “Now then… what was today's plan, again? Oh yeah!”

She reached out towards his face. Her hand went over his mouth and nose, covering them and creating an airtight space as she leaned against him. She was checking her other hand’s nails, feigning boredom, as Batman struggled and wiggled around in his restraints as the lack of air started getting to his brain, making quiet noise into the palm of her hand.

“Aw, is someone startin’ to feel a lil woozy?” she giggled. “You’re not going anywhere!”

Her free hand ran itself down the front of her lovely body, and slid itself into her waistband to diddle herself.

“Geez, you’re getting me all excited, thrashing around like that…” she commented, smirking as her fingers started to play with her wet pussy. Batman's fighting weakened, and his struggling slowed, as the lack of air started to make him lose consciousness. “One hand to defeat the Batman… g’night, champ.” she sighed out pleasantly, fingering herself slowly as he faded ever closer to the land of dreams.

“You know…" her fingers stopped as she paused to muse. "I could just keep it on here, couldn’t I? My plan’s fun ‘n all, but it’s a big time investment, y’know? Might be easier to just get it done with now, keep your head airless a while after you pass out… dontcha think so?”

Batman's only response was to drowsily let a weak groan into her palm, and then he slackened as he fully succumbed and drifted off to her hand smother. Harley Quinn's eyes widened as she stared at his face in awe, and came over her fingers. She shivered with pleasure, and retracted her smothering hand from his dozy face.

“Naw…” she mused, wiping off the drool her hand had brought with it onto his bat symbol “This is way better.”

She shivered again, and then quickly clocked him across his helpless chin one time for fun before turning to leave. This was turning out even better than she'd expected...