Sexy Sunday

Sundays were mostly relaxed days, mostly, and while Harley Quinzel and Edward Nigma were held in their isolation cells, they could talk to each other freely from their cells across the hall from each other.

“So then Waller said, ‘what do I look like? Mad Hatter?’ and then Croc said, ‘naw, Hatter is cuter.’ And we all lost it at that point,” Eddie said.

“I don’t know what hurt her ego more,” Harley chuckled, “The burn or that it came from Croc.”

While her recent bout of unrepressed guilt over the last few years of her life as a criminal whack job continued unabated, Harley found herself able to distract herself from her own guilt by speaking with and helping Eddie with his troubles.

“Oh, Doctor Quin, I think I am getting the Arkham funk again,” Eddie said, “And it is strange this time.”

“Oh?” Harley asked.

“The Arkham Funk” was a term for when people’s minds got affected by being locked up in the insane asylum, often it was among men developing unhealthy fantasies about the female staff.

“Promise that you will keep your Doctor’s hat on for this?” Eddie asked.

“I mean I haven’t had a license to practice in years…” Harley said.

“You know what I mean, please consider what I am going to say from a clinical perspective,” Eddie said.

“Ok, what’s up?” Harley asked standing up and walking to the clear front of her cell.

“I had dreams last night about you, Doctors Meridian, McMichaels, and Arkham Junior,” Eddie said, “But they were different…”

“What now?” Harley asked.

That Nigma has a crush on Harley was an open secret among Gotham’s rogues and the staff tasked with keeping the public safe from them.

“I mean, it wasn’t the normal shag in the counseling room or closet stuff,” Eddie said, “You know about Nina and Die use to work as dominatrices as well as other sex worker jobs.”

“Yes, that is no secret, and it is in fact the source of much speculation among others who don’t know you,” Harley said trying to keep a straight face at the memories of the rumors of Eddie getting spit roasted by his hench-girls, “A lot of interesting speculation.”

“Well, the kinkiest we ever got was them playing dress up to get me to stop plotting and join them in bed,” Eddie said, “And maybe watch a few blue movies together to help ‘set the mood’ as it were.”

Harley knew that no mater how many times Eddie denied it, the rumors would continue.

“So, what was different about last night’s dreams?” Harley skipped forward rather belabor the point.

“Last night I dreamed that you and the other ladies on my treatment staff were wearing naughty nurse uniforms taking turns administering ‘treatments’ to me ranging from spankings, to milking, to face sitting to pegging. And all sorts of sensual female sexual domination in between,” Eddie confessed.

“Pegging,” Harley asked.

“You know, when a woman…” Eddie turned beet red.

“I am familiar with the activity, it is an alternative form of sexual intercourse where a woman uses a harness mounted dildo to penetrate their male partner’s buttock,” Harley said trying to maintain some form of professionalism.

She struggled as the images and fantasies started to form in her mind of the Doctors playing the role of Dominas and ordering Harley and Eddie to engage in various sexual activities while under their whips. Eddie strapped to a bed with her riding his cock while Doctor Chase and Katherine teased her with crops and paddles calling the pair sluts and slaves.

“Eddie, don’t tell any of the actual doctors,” Harley said, “You don’t want to end up being stuck with Wholper.”

“That would only make my mental health so much worse, and might trigger a few psychotic episodes,” Eddie said.

“I feel you on that one,” Harley said.

*

It was more than a simple oddity, that both women who co-stared in Harley’s fantasy shared similar fantasies with Harley, but in their own apartments while taking relaxing baths, the women fingered themselves dreaming of there domination over the two costumed criminals. Chase Meridian dreamed of them all dressed in latex costumes, while Katherine imagined all the participants in leather costumes.

“Ride that cock bitch,” Katherine muttered, “Slam your ass on his leather bag.”

“Bounce harder, I want to see those tits flap you rubber slut,” Chase muttered in her bed on the other side of Gotham.

“You like being our little lab slaves,” Katherine mumbled into a pillow as she imagined pressing an **** heel of her boot into Eddie’s nipple while fingering herself, “Seeing how much pain and sex it takes to make you perfect slaves.”

*

Richard was fully and completely entranced. Not by the swinging pocket watch in front of him, no. He was oblivious to the watch. He was entranced by Barbara tits hanging bare over the top of the leather corset inches from his face as his red haired love straddled his torso telling him how much he loved to obey her and how good it felt to be her fuck toy.

“Now, what do you saw about eating my pussy Toy Wonder?” Barbara grinned at her restrained lover.

“Please Mistress?” Richard moaned.

Barbara got up and shuffled around on the bed before mounting Dick in a sixty-nine position and starting to play with his cock as he started to sniff, nuzzle and lick at her hot, wet and exposed pussy.

“And Pam needs pheromones to get this level of control over a man,” Barbara smirked as she ran her finger nails up and down the cock at hand.

*

Astrid had moved into a separate apartment for resident staff some time ago, but she still had the key and was welcome at any time in her parents Head Master Cottage on the other side of the Arkham Estate. Astrid walked a few steps and stopped to look around before calling out, that was when she heard the clicking of heels. Astrid turned toward the ground floor office in the back of the cottage. She slipped off her shoes and walked towards office. The cottage had three doors, the front that opened to a dinning room and living room, the kitchen on the dinning room side of the building’s back wall and the Office door on the living room side of the back wall. It had been set up that way so the staff could come to the back to either drop off food for the doctor and his family or for staff to come to private meetings outside of the hospital proper. Astrid pushed the slightly ajar door completely open and almost screamed in shock!

“Astrid!” her mother, Ingrid snapped.

Astrid recognized her father even if he was wearing a blacked-out gasmask that covered his face and a straight jacket but hadn’t expected to see him naked from the waist down seated and strapped into the chair while her mother was bent over, wearing nothing but a corset and high heel boots, playing with her father’s erect cock. Astrid knew her parents were still very much in love, often joking about having more kids and young enough to have more children… But she had not expected to see them doing so, and not like this!

*

Alfred smiled at the image in front of him. Bruce sat next to Selina in the breakfast nook soaking in the early afternoon sunlight as they whispered and kissed. Alfred brought over the brunch for the loving couple and his acute hearing heard what they were debating.

“Come on Bruce, three way with you, me and Chase in my dungeon, you let us do what ever we want, and we will make it worth your while. Full milking and pegging guarantied,” Selina whispered and giggled in Bruce’s ear.

“You just want to tie me up and tease me while you make out with Chase,” Bruce whispered back.

“But we will make sure you will have many happy endings,” Selina countered.

*

Tim felt a bit silly, but Cassie and Steph loved this “outfit” on him. He did have to admit, he also enjoyed the outfit and the game. He was naked save for a cock ring, collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and serving as a body pillow under a blanket while Cassie and Steph cuddled him while watching their favorite movie naked. Their hands were allowed to go where ever, as long as they stayed under the blanket.

Of course, Tim’s hands were cuffed behind his back.