Harley decides to keep Batman for herself

Harley Quinn had done it. She’d kicked the Batman’s ass. Now he was on his knees, rock hard, and about to get knocked out, while she was totally untouched. Honestly, he didn’t even belong in the same league as her anymore when it came to fighting - and that was the most fun part. What a downfall she’d set him on…

An energetic Harley skipped in a circle around her unstable foe, thinking if she wanted to dominate his dick and brain solo some more or if she wanted a few helping hands.

Making her decision, Harley cracked a grin, turned towards her van full of goons, and cupped a hand to her mouth.

“Girls, drive!” she shouted. “He's too much! Just leave me!”

Hearing their boss' orders and being (irrationally) terrified of Batman, Harley’s goons peeled out and drove off through the streets at high speed with the bags of cash they were able to collect. Harley looked back at Batman with a cheshire grin. They were all alone now. Again. Just Harley Quinn, and the Dark Knight. On his knees.

“Geez, Bats,” Harley cocked her hip. “You’ve gotta stop losing like this.”

Bending over to give his face a playful slap, Harley made his heavily-muscled body collapse onto the floor of the bank - still awake, but unable to stay upright any longer. He landed with a heavy sound of impact, arms going out to his sides.

Harley gave an amused exhale of approval, before walking around him and collecting up both of his gloved wrists to drag his limp body out of the bank and into a nearby alleyway. Her cute butt wiggled as she did so, rubbing in the litheness of her frame in contrast to the big bulky one of the man she now had almost to bed. Batman let out another groan.

He knew it, he knew it… he couldn’t fight her anymore. She’d programmed him too well. And now, she’d beaten him again, and he was totally under her control. Batman, big scary Batman, helpless and at the whims of this madwoman’s delicate figure. His hard cock was just another symbol of his helplessness.

“Ahh, privacy~“ Harley smiled, dropping his arms without regard for his dignity once they reached the alley.

“Guuuhh…” Batman moaned in response. Harley bent forward and pulled his small rebreather out of his mouth. Batman gasped as it left his lips.

Harley stared into his glazed, pleading eyes, and cracked a wicked grin. She was a predator hunting her prey, and she was fucking starving. With a hand on poor little Batman’s broad shoulders, she helped him up to his unsteady feet.

As promised at the end of their last encounter, she beat him up. Harley was laughing and chattering as she kicked him up and down the alleyway, taking care not to hit him too hard and put him out. It was a kick from her dainty foot that made him so sleepy the first time, so she knew the power those things had over him. If she had wanted, she could have knocked the mythical Batman the fuck out forty times over. Throughout the entire process, Batman made pathetic, uncharacteristic noises, both in reaction to the connections of Harley’s foot and the resulting pleasure pulses of his dick as the fog over his mind grew greater.

“nnghh… uhhhhgg… o-ooooohhh, ouhhh… H-Harl… juuaaa…”

He stumbled helplessly as Harley’s kicks walked him up and down the alley, hearing only the smack of the connections, her evil laughing, and a pounding in his ears. If she left him alone long enough, he would’ve toppled after each headkick, but Harley was a total pro - just before the mighty Batman could fall, a new hit would send him stumbling a few more feet, and kick off a new round of laughter at the embarrassingly inelegant sight.

Still, even with Harley pulling her kicks, Batman was going to knock out any time now. He was just too well trained - the kicks, his pulsing dick, just the simple visual and auditory presence of Harley Quinn, his conqueress - he would be falling any second now, and when it happened, he wouldn’t be getting back up. It was shameful that he’d been reduced to this - a stumbling toy for a madwoman, hard-cocked and unable to fight back. At one point Batman had been a myth, a scary story. Now… he was a joke.

Harley could feel his end coming soon too, thanks to all of her experience with Batman’s body and the signs of an impending snoozefest. After one last kick, she pulled her long leg back and let it stand on the floor, watching with pride as the caped crusader stumbled, then swayed, then fell, dropped to the floor.

Harley stood over him, lifting a bare foot onto his dick and moving a hand to rub her puffy cameltoe through her tight and shiny spandex pants. She had forgotten how exciting it was to toy with Gotham’s best hope like this, to turn him into putty… she used her foot to feel up his dick through the batsuit, rubbing up and down the throbbing thing and scrunching her toes, trying to get an idea of how close he was go finishing in there.

Satisfied, Harley wordlessly went down to her knees in the alleyway, silently spreading Batman’s legs apart to make space for her. With skilled, practiced hand she used her long fingers to free his cock from the batsuit once more, giggling as it stiffened in response to the air. Harley playfully leaned in close and slapped Batman’s dick onto her face, breathing it in deep.

“Ahh!” she exhaled. “I missed this thing!”

She gave her long-lost pet a quick nuzzle against her face, then rose up only briefly before squatting down and sliding his steel dick inside of her sopping wet pussy. Batman’s glazed eyes opened wide.

“Oopsie! Haha, did you want more warning?” Harley laughed, biting her bottom lip as she slowly started to roll her hips, getting into a rhythm. Holy shit… She was fucking him. She was fucking Batman. She’d beaten him, pulled his cock out, and stuck it in. Now she was riding him - she was fucking Batman, and she was the top. He was her fucktoy. Her cumslave. He was barely even able to do anything but moan… Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Oh yeah!” Harley closed her eyes, moving her hips faster as she revelled in how far she’d come, how far he’d fallen.

Wet slapping sounds filled the alley as Harley was bouncing up and down, riding the Batman as full speed. His jaw was hanging open, and all he could do was put his gloved hands weakly on her hips - as if to stop her, but too feeble to do anything other than follow her riding pattern. He was too shocked to even believe it… Her pussy was so tight, so warm, so good… So welcoming… He’d never… N-never…

“You’ve been holding out on me, B-Man!”

He couldn’t fight it. He could feel himself about to burst - about to fill her tight, overpowering pussy. To overflow it with seed like a firehose. To lose, to sleep. Batman tightened his hands into fists and clenched his jaw in a **** attempt to hold on.

“W-wait… slow down…” he barely managed to plead.

“Slow down? Hah! It’s just getting good!” Harley seemed to speed up in response, spurred on by her nemesis’ sorry state of begging her to fuck him easier.

That’s it, Batman, that’s it! Lose! Watch your cock fucking lose to Harley Quinn’s pussy! I’m gonna make you spurt loads! You’re gonna nut until it makes your toes curl!

“H-Harleen…” Batman pulled Harley from her internal thoughts of fun and triumph. In response, Harley cocked back her fist, still bouncing on his lap, and shut him up.

“I’m having fun right now, but I’ll send you to beddie byes if I wanna! Don’t forget who’s in charge!” she warned him, bouncing up and down on his dick. “All it would take is…”

Harley slowly brought her fist forward, demonstrating how easy it would be to punch him into sleepy silence and stillness. But as soon as Batman felt her fist gently make contact with his chin, it was over. He came, and he came hard, seed spurting out of his dick and splashing inside of the supervillainess in total defeat.

“AARRRGGHHH!!” He yelled, as he started to buck and thrust.

“Ahh! It's good!” Harley said, enjoying the feeling of Batman’s fucking nut filling her to the brim. It was so hot in her belly, but so worth it - he fucking came! A fist touched his jaw and it made him burst! Hahah! Bat-dick loses to Harley Quinn again, by total knockout!

“This is a really shitty dick.” Harley laughed, riding the shaking and spasming superhero under her hips. “Hey, Batman! How come you're cumming? Is it because of my pussy?”

“GUHH! GNK, GNNNG, GAAAUUUGGGHHHH!”

Harley Quinn couldn’t help but chortle at the weird, animalistic sounds Batman made as his dick continued to shoot off inside her hot box at high velocities. The more he came, the more his trained brain faded and dulled, and it was clear from the ever-stupider expression on his once-intimidating masked face. Ouh, Batman, cumming your brains out? But you’re supposed to save the city right now… What a fucking sad sight you’ve become… a real laughing stock. A sleepy, quick-dicked idiot.

"Geez, Batman...” Harley sighed, finally slowing her riding to a halt. “If only your dick wasn't so sad, I might wanna date you..."

“Buh… buh… buhhh…”

“Oh! Good night… Mr. Outfucked loser. Looks like you’re about to knock out from my pussy. So sorry…”

The last of the light faded from Batman’s eyes under the watchful smile of his conqueress, dick still hilted inside her domineering pussy and pumping out ever-smaller shots of loser cum. With one last sigh, his head and its dumb expression rolled to one side, and went still.

Harley moved both of her hands to his chest, right over the bat symbol, and leaned over him, breathing in the moment for a while. Then, with a happy sigh, she lifted off of him and let his wilting limp dick flop out of her powerful, victorious pussy and onto his belly where it leaked cum onto his batsuit. Harley put her hands to her shiny spandexed hips and stood over him, staring down, and thinking what she should do with him next now that he was knocked out and at her mercy again.