Punishment for a captured Batman, and a discovery

Batman slowly came to, blinking his eyes open and finding himself chained to a warehouse wall without his utility belt.

“Batter up!” Harley Quinn called out, before rushing in from the side and cracking him across the face with her baseball bat.

"Nng!" Batman grunted, as Harley Quinn chortled giddily and continued hitting him around with her bat.

"You gotta apologize to Mr. Oakey for hurting him earlier!" she demanded, knocking his face from side to side. Against his will, beneath his batsuit his dick began to stir, spurred on by the powerful strikes, and his eyes began to glaze slightly.

Harley had fun playing with him a short while longer, before standing back and setting her bat onto her shoulder to admire her handiwork with a grin. "You got what's comin' to ya, Bats." she smirked. Her eyes flicked downward for a second, catching a glimpse of his cockbulge through the material of his batsuit. Her grin widened.

"Wait a sec!" she leaned forward, bending at the hips, and reached out with the tip of her baseball bat to poke and slightly lift his cock up, giving it a few testing prods. "Batman, you're hard!"

Looking up at his eyes, she saw the slight glaze over them and the faint flush of his cheeks. Eyes widening with glee, she stepped back, mouth open in her biggest smile yet.

"Oh, this is too great!" she exclaimed. "You've got a fetish!" she declared, her psychology degree helping her to quicker identify what was going on in the mind of the Batman. "Or a growing one, anyway." she mused. "Hey, does that mean somebody else turned your lights out already? Did they play with your dick afterwards, any?"

Head still swimming from the earlier strikes of her baseball bat, and from the thoughts he was trying to desperately to push down, he could only grunt in response. Ashamed as he was to admit it, it was true, and her words were only making his dick twitch and throb harder. All of Bruce Wayne’s years of repressed sexuality were boiling to the surface in the most unfortunate way imaginable, and as long as she kept him strung up like this, there was nothing he could do about it.

Equal parts bored from his lack of a response or willingness to engage and her own excitement at the potential for mischief here, Harley's deranged mind started to form a plan. She paced back and forth in the warehouse, just in front of where Batman was strung up with his cock twitching, feeling her heart beat faster and faster as the steps of her scheme became clearer to her. She was going to start weaning him onto the idea of losing to her. Make it so he couldn't fight back, now or ever. Associate her figure with defeat with cumming, so that he'd never be able to stand up to her again without falling to his knees, shooting his load, and falling asleep. She was going to do what she could to rebuild him to her perfect liking. She grinned at the thought.

"You can’t win, Harley. You know I’m not going to be here for long." Batman finally managed to say. She turned to where he was still chained to a wall, confident energy radiating from her body, and cracked him across the face with her powerful female fist.

"Ughh!" he grunted in response before slumping forward, his face woozy.

"Just as long as I wantcha, and don’t you forget it!" she retorted, setting her baseball bat against the wall and stepping towards him.

Leaning in, she took his dick out of the batsuit and into her hands, rubbing it and smiling down at it. He couldn't stop her anymore... and when she was through, he'd never stop anybody else ever again.

"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, B-Man?" she asked with a wicked grin. "I'm gonna make you cum. Over and over. And each time you cum, I'm gonna knock your weak ass out. And I'm gonna keep doing it until you can't help but do one whenever somebody make you do the other. You cum, you sleep, you sleep, you cum. Got it? And you're gonna do both in record time soon enough..." The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, she bent down and took him between her lips, and began slowly bobbing up and down, up and down...

He came. So quickly, he came, with a pathetic whining groan, leaning his cowled head back against the wall. His thick, hot semen spilling into her mouth.

Harley gulped it down and laughs, surprised at how fast she was able to get Gotham's protector to produce with her soft lips and warm mouth. Was he just a natural loser, or did he not have much experience? Either way, it was going to make her plan all the more easy...

"Wow! You’re a real two-pump chump, B-Man!" she told him, wiping her mouth. “Pretty soon we’ll have ya cumming in your super suit from just the sight of me, hah."

Once again, she took up her baseball bat from the warehouse wall, and swung it around over her shoulder cartoonishly.

"Here comes your second lights-out of the day, then! Hope you had a happy cumming!"

CRACK!

A powerful swing and a solid connection jolts his head to the side, and knocks him out in an instant. With a smirk, she set the bat on her shoulder again, admiring her handiwork up and down. She took a moment to tuck his dangling semi-erect dick back into his pants, then turned and walked off ready to get back to business, swaying her hips erotically as she departed from his hanging, slumped and slumbering body. She'd be back for more when he woke up. And she had a feeling she was gonna get a real kick out of doing this to him - it was the perfect payback, after years of constant torment at his hands. And she was going to love every second of it.