Harley Quinn continues toying with the helpless Batman

The lights in the warehouse turned off with a loud KA-CHUNK. Batman lifted his head wearily, trying to get a look around the space.

“Batgirl? Is that you?” he asked, his deep voice faltering slightly.

“Batman?” Harley Quinn’s voice called back, and Batman groaned, dropping his head to his chest again. "Batman, where are you?!" she asked, stumbling through the darkness with her hands outstretched and reaching around, trying to find him. “Batman?”

She stopped as her hands found his dick. She brushed the back of her hand over it a few times, before grabbing a solid hold of it.

“Ah, a wall. Hmmm….” she said, acting like she didn't know exactly what she was doing. She gave a few testing pumps to the shaft, forcing a grunt out of Batman. “I wonder where he is…" she said, still feigning ignorance. She leaned forward and sandwiched his dick between her spandex-clothed boobs. "I hope he’s not cumming, that isn’t allowed.” she commented.

"I know he just loves being in the dark, it's where he does his best work... I'll never find him if I don't hurry." she said with false anxiety. "If I can just find my way around this wall..." she said, rubbing her body all over him as she pretending to search around. The way he was chained up, her boobs were right on top of his dick as she bent slightly forward, and she was pressing their softness into him without remorse or mercy.

"H-Harley..." he began to speak.

"Batman? Don't worry, I'm gonna find ya!" she called back. "Make sure not to cum, you can't do that until I'm around to knock you out right after, okay?"

"Harley, I- you- nnghgk!"

Batman convulsed, shooting his sperm, dumping his load to the touch of her body yet again. He slumped forward, letting the chains hold him up, panting and spent. Already, his trained body was starting to feel a bit tired, and his eyelids were growing heavier on their own...

"This darn wall... hey, wait, maybe it's hollow. Lemme knock on it, to see what the sound's like..." she said, lifting up a hand and beginning to bang on his chest with it, knocking the wind out of him with an "uff!".

"Nope, solid here..." she said, lifting her fist higher before smashing it into his chin and rocking his head back.

"Ghnng!"

"Oh! I think I felt something give way there!" She said gleefully, winding her fist back and doing it again. Batman's head is smashed back by her fist, and she knocked him out like that as his eyes slowly closed.

"Uuuhhhh..." He breathed out as consciousness slipped away, under her female fists' hammering ****. Harley Quinn had knocked him out, all while pretending to not even see him.

She lowered her hand back down, hearing the sound of submission as he went under, and poked at the wet tip of his dick with a couple of her fingertips.

"Nope, still there, if a bit weaker..." she said sadly. "Alright, lemme go see if I can find the light switch."

She turned around, walking back across the warehouse with her arms outstretched and theatrically waving around until she reached the other end and flicked on the light. Batman's sleeping, spent-dicked body is illuminated as she turned around to get a good look at it.

“Oh, there you are! Oh, shhh… sorry, I don’t want to wake you up…” she said, bringing a finger to her lips. She lowered her hand and smirked, before trotting off out of the warehouse again.

Harley walked in with a yawn and a stretch, wearing slippers and a loosely-wrapped nightgown. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, but her clown makeup was applied immaculately enough that the rest of her just-awake appearance seemed to have been a deliberate choice.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” she said tiredly, smacking her lips. She pulled a rolled-up morning newspaper out from under her arm, stolen from a news stand on the street. She unrolled it and held it out, to begin to read him what was on it. “Crime rate is up 22%… no sightings of the Batman in the last four days. Hey, they didn't notice the first eleven? That's gotta hurt.”

She continued reading the bad news out, mostly focusing on headlines but also reading the openings of articles until she got bored and moved on to the next. Batman hated himself for it, but the dominance she was showing over him, the crime news which was a direct product of her defeat of him, and even her appearance were all making his dick stiffen up and even throb completely without physical attention. When she was done, she folded the paper and slid it back under her arm.

“Oh, by the way… whaddaya think?” she asked, pulling apart her nightgown and showing off her nude body. Her perky breasts and fit tummy immediately drew Batman's eye, before going lower down towards her heavenly thighs and gorgeous pussy... it was too much!

“GHHNNG—!” Batman shook around, as cum bubbles began foaming out through the material of his batsuit yet again only seconds after Harley's reveal. She burst out laughing, doubling over and putting her hands over her knees at the sight of her former rival's intense reaction.

“Hands free! Gee, you must really like me!” She laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “And what was with that sound, huh? Oh well… you know the rules, I’ve gotta knock you out now. Time for another night-night, dark knight…”

She grinned, walking up to him as he hang there and panted. The sides of her nightgown swayed openly in the walk, and she cracked as he just hang there defeatedly. It was about time to beat some more IQ points out of the world’s greatest detective.

Another time, Harley walked up to him with her hands held behind her back like an innocent schoolgirl. He just dangling, breathing heavy, and tried focusing on keeping his dick from standing to attention as she came closer. He was unsuccessful.

Harley stopped when she reached him, shot a quick knowing glance down at his bulge, then looked back up to his face. She reached forward and took his chin into her hand to look him over from a few different angles. He looked groggy, and offered no resistance.

“Hmmm… mhm!” she made an approving sound and let him go. He groaned weakly as his chin dropped back down to his chest.

Harley turned around in front of him, right in his eyes' sightline, and squatted down slightly. Her round, tightly-materialled ass was impossible perfect, and her pose was showing it off brilliantly.

“I just got back from robbing another bank, by the way…” she said, sashaying and rolling her hips in mid-squat. She was wagging her ass enticingly in front of Batman like she was riding on an invisible dick in front of him, talking to him casually as she bounced up and down. He couldn’t help but follow it with his eyes, and could feel his dick stiffening up even harder as she wagged her butt just for him.

“Ya know, it’s funny, B-Man - it’s like there was nobody left to stop me!” she said, turning to look over her shoulder with a grin, eyeing up the bulge in his crotch. “…know anything about that, B-Man?” she asked, before shifting back and pressing her ass up firmly against his lap. The reaction was immediate, and Harley pressed in harder and held it firmly in place over his dick as he shook and came. “Oops…guess you wouldn’t.” she commented.

Harley wiped her butt side to side over his lap erotically, laughing out loud.

“I’ve got a quick-shot nemesis~” she sang tauntingly. “He can’t hold it, He can’t last~ He dumps loads in his pants with a touch from my ass~”

She grinded on him in a circle, then stood up straight and dusted her hands off. She turned to face him, grinning wickedly, and brought her fists up again. “Ready for sleepies?” she asked.

He didn't get a chance to answer. Three quick punches to the chin, and he was out cold. Harley laughed openly, feeling that same excitement build up in her again.

“Ooh, Batsy, you go down so easy now!” she exclaimed. “I musta really wore you down, huh…? Well, that’s whatcha get!”

She smiled and shook her head at the ground.

"I think I've got you just about ready now..." she said. "It's almost time for our time together to come to an end, Bats. You're not much fun to play with anymore."