Batgirl and Jokers First Session

With her senses dulled Batgirl no longer found herself chained up in a standing position. Instead, she was leashed to the floor that was lined with bright green shag carpeting. They had switched rooms. Batgirl was unaware that the black latex collar she wore around her neck spelled out "Joker's Batslut." She could taste the rubber from the red ball gag that had been placed in her mouth. She was just thankful that her uniform had remained intact. She raised herself up from the floor, but the leash would only allow her to stay on all fours. Once again she struggled to free herself from her bonds. To her dismay her efforts once again proved useless. Panic began to set in with Batgirl as she realized the Clown Prince of Crime would be walking in any moment to start their first "session" as he put it. She was visibly trembling at this point. Batgirl was stuck helpless on all fours when her captor entered the room.

"Do you find your new accomodations a bit more comfortable my dear? I wanted to give you a chance to relax and get off your feet...and onto your knees. You might notice that you might be feeling a little slow, your mind may be somewhat cloudy." Batgirl could not deny the feeling, but she would postpone acknowledging Joker for as long as possible. "Those would be natural side effects of Scarecrow's serum. It will aid in your submission to me." Batgirl slowly shook her head and tried to

mumble, "no, never" through her ballgag. Joker tapped his foot against one of Barbara's leg like he was kicking the tires on a car. She slightly stumbled, but she picked herself back up to her all fours position. She refused to lay prostrate on the ground where she would be in a position that would render her absolutely defenseless. "Well then, where shall start my pet? I'm afraid I haven't induced enough Scarecrow serum into your system yet to not fear a bite from a Batslut. Although I'm sure a young, sweet do-gooder like you is probably a virgin. Am I correct New Harley?" Even though she remained staring at the floor away from the Joker, Barbara blushed at the amount of her sexual experience or the lack thereof, giving away the answer to the Joker. "Haha a virgin indeed! Well let's have a look at what we're working with, shall we!?" Joker opened a knife. Batgirl tried to scramble away from him, but the **** and her leash made it an uphill battle she could not win. Joker pinned his pet to the ground and flipped her over. Despite the terror and nausea running through Barbara's body she was too exhausted to struggle any longer. He fondled her petite and perky breasts. He could hear his pet whimpering through her gag. There, there my dear, enjoy a man's touch for once! Barbara continued to whine, but as Joker went on a voice in the back of her head was complacent with the pleasure her body was receiving. Barbara shook it off, knowing she would have to fight off any urges from the ****.

"Now onto the real treasure!" Joker flipped Batgirl onto her stomach and reversed-straddled her. He clinched her ass tight with both hands. He moaned with pleasure at his prize that he had claimed. His New Harley's ass was just as firm as her lovely breasts. Finally, Joker put his knife to use to give Batgirl some costume alterations. Joker cut a slit through the purple latex revealing Batgirl's untouched vagina. "Ah, the legendary Bat-Pussy! Where no man has gone before! Joker gently stroked the outside of her lips.

As Joker continued the caressing of her sex, Batgirl's tears fell to the ground. Her greatest enemy had exposed the most private areas of herself, and there was nothing she could do but take it. "You have to admit that you are finally enjoying some attention from a man Batgirl. You can say what you want, but this stunning little pussy of yours is really warming up to me."

"He's right," Batgirl thought. She could feel the wetness in her vagina was nothing like she was ever able to muster during masturbation. Was this another symptom of the serum? Joker's massaging fingers began to pick up the pace. Batgirl continued to whine, only the tone of her whines had involuntarily changed. Within her own mind Barbara refused to enjoy Joker's advances. If her body could not resist, at least her mind could still maintain her dignity. Joker was able to zero in on Barbara's clit, still increasing his intensity at the same time. It was as Joker knew her body better than herself, he was playing her like a violin. All of a sudden his other hand used a couple of fingers to penetrate Batgirl. Catching her completely offguard she let a large moan, validating the Joker. "Yes, my Batslut, let it out, cum for me...CUM FOR ME!" Between the attention to her clit and the thrusting within her vagina Batgirl could not control herself anymore. Her panting crescendoed into a moaning orgasm, the likes she never experienced before. Most of her body's gratitude remained muted by the gag though. Batgirl laid quivering on the floor. Joker stood up and undid Batgirl's gag.

"Now that you have had a taste of what is to come my New Harley, are you ready to submit to me?"