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seriousficTitle: The Pearl Anniversary
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Barbara/Harley/Ivy/Selina
Word Count: 1,105
Warning: Sex pollen shenanigans!
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. Barbara/Harley/Ivy/Selina: old school rock. With the help of their latest mind-control subject, Batgirl, Harley and Ivy punish Selina for double-crossing them.
Selina relaxed. Her robe was open to the waist, letting her feel every cool inch of the new pearl necklace hanging from her slender neck down between her breasts. If only the chain were longer so she could feel it all the way to her stomach, her groin. That would be perfect.
“Hello, pussycat.” Shit! It was Batgirl! But her voice sounded different. It was sultry, absolutely dripping with lust. “It wasn’t nice double-crossing Harley and Ivy. They told me all about how naughty you were while they fucked me and fucked me and fucked me—“
Selina lunged for her whip. Batgirl was too fast, a side effect of the mind-controlling pollen. A bolo caught Selina’s feet, anchoring her to the ground, and then two Batarangs pinned her hands to the ground by the sleeves. Batgirl walked up to her, shamelessly groping her own body. Despite her struggles, Selina found it hard to resist watching those kicky yellow gloves wrinkle the gray spandex on that perfect body.
“And when they were done fucking me, they sent me to find you. So you could share in this special occasion.” Batgirl hogtied Selina, leaving her with her ass in the air before carrying the pearl necklace to the front door. Harley and Ivy were just coming through. Ivy took the necklace and put it on Harley, carefully draping it between her pert breasts.
“You look lovely. Don’t you think she looks delicious, Batgirl?”
Batgirl licked her lips. “I could just eat her up.”
Harley blushed. “Oh stop! We still haven’t punished Selina for being a bad girl and keeping this bee-yoo-ti-ful necklace all to herself.”
“I think we should leave that to Batgirl,” Ivy said, pulling a leather switch from Selina’s private collection. “Don’t you get frustrated with Selina always escaping from jail, never paying for her crimes?” she asked with a sympathetic pout.
Batgirl was staring at the switch like a cat at a string. “Oh yes. I feel very frustrated.”
Selina roared and tried to wiggle free, but all she accomplished was to wag her ass at the two supervillains and their minion. Batgirl moaned, snatching the switch from Ivy and stroking it as she approached Selina.
“Hey, listen, Batgirl,” Selina said, smiling disarmingly. “I know we’ve had our disagreements in the past, but this isn’t you!”
“What? You think just because I’m a Batgirl instead of a Batman, I don’t notice how tight that leather is on you?” Batgirl lifted the hem of Selina’s robe with the switch, slowly drifting it over the cusp of her muscular, athletic ass. It bunched up on the base of her spine. “It’s almost as kinky as your flesh when it’s all goosepimply and frightened.”
“I know what you’re feeling right now, but you’ve got to fight the desire!”
“Oh, I’ve been fighting the desire. I’m through with that. Now…” She flicked the flat of the switch against Selina’s clit. It was like a lightning strike, forcing a groan out of Selina’s suddenly-dry mouth. “I’m indulging it.”
Batgirl began slashing Selina’s ass in earnest, raising welts across her asscheeks. Selina gritted her teeth. It’d been a long time since she’d been a bottom, longer still since she’d felt this much pain and humiliation.
It wasn’t that turning her on. Ivy must’ve been pumping her pollen all over the room. That must be it.
“Ooh, pretty!” Harley said, rattling the pearls along her new necklace. “Can we play along?”
“I think we can,” Ivy said, willing her costume to fall away like leaves in August. Harley’s body stiffened with familiar lust to see Ivy’s body in bloom, even more vibrant and green than she’d remembered it.
Harley embraced Ivy, slowly grinding her way up and down Ivy’s side in a full-body hug, while keeping her head craned to watch Selina’s punishment. Her left hand she kept poised at Ivy’s crotch; every time Batgirl would bring the switch down on Selina’s trembling ass, Harley would give Ivy a swat on the pussy. In-between hits, she would just cup it and rub it soothingly. Ivy bit down on Harley’s liliripe, tugging on it with each ecstatic slap.
In short order, the switch wasn’t enough. Batgirl threw it aside and tore off her glove to paddle Selina with her own bare hand. By the time Selina’s ass was glowing red, Harley and Ivy were furiously rutting, tearing away each others’ vines and spandex. They collapsed on the bed, Harley laughing orgasmically as Ivy tickled her.
“Selina, here’s the deal,” Ivy said while Harley was still distracted by her very specific foreplay. “Make the Bat come and all is forgiven.”
Batgirl eagerly opened her utility belt and skimped off her leggings. Harley was very disappointed that her cape blocked the unveiling of her ass.
“Why should I believe you?” Selina hissed, trying to keep her voice angry enough to not let them know how turned on she was.
“If you’d rather go back to paddling…”
Selina took one look at Batgirl’s cute, shaven, wet pussy and had to have it. She held up her trussed hands and feet. Batgirl freed her with a sharp Batarang and licked her way from Selina’s cunt to chin before standing and shoving Selina’s head between her legs.
“Dinner and a show,” Ivy commented huskily as she similarly mounted Harley.
“Not yet!” Harley said. She wiggled downward, and made a beckoning gesture to Batgirl. Ivy saw her game. With Harley’s legs falling over the edge, all Batgirl had to do was lean forward and… “OOH! LA LA! Guess this bat’s used to sucking more than blood, eh Red?” Harley flopped down onto her back and repeated the beckoning gesture at Ivy. “Come on. Ride yer Harley.”
Ivy straddled her face, but not before Harley did one more thing to make it just perfect: She took off the long pearl necklace and draped it on Ivy like a lei. “Thanks for the anniversary gift, Red. But what I really wanted, I had all along.”
“Me?” Ivy asked, heart singing.
“Well, I was going to say Batgirl as a sex slave, but you’re pretty cool too.”
Ivy would’ve been angry, but she doubted anyone could’ve been angry with Harley eating them out and the two other hottest femme fatales in Gotham having illicit lesbian sex on the floor.
Now she just had to figure out why Harley was getting her. Unless the silly little clown hadn’t gotten her anything.
Ivy looked down on her girlfriend, merrily licking away like an excited puppy. If that idiot had forgotten their anniversary, Selina wouldn’t be the only one feeling the lash tonight…
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Barbara/Harley/Ivy/Selina
Word Count: 1,105
Warning: Sex pollen shenanigans!
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. Barbara/Harley/Ivy/Selina: old school rock. With the help of their latest mind-control subject, Batgirl, Harley and Ivy punish Selina for double-crossing them.
Selina relaxed. Her robe was open to the waist, letting her feel every cool inch of the new pearl necklace hanging from her slender neck down between her breasts. If only the chain were longer so she could feel it all the way to her stomach, her groin. That would be perfect.
“Hello, pussycat.” Shit! It was Batgirl! But her voice sounded different. It was sultry, absolutely dripping with lust. “It wasn’t nice double-crossing Harley and Ivy. They told me all about how naughty you were while they fucked me and fucked me and fucked me—“
Selina lunged for her whip. Batgirl was too fast, a side effect of the mind-controlling pollen. A bolo caught Selina’s feet, anchoring her to the ground, and then two Batarangs pinned her hands to the ground by the sleeves. Batgirl walked up to her, shamelessly groping her own body. Despite her struggles, Selina found it hard to resist watching those kicky yellow gloves wrinkle the gray spandex on that perfect body.
“And when they were done fucking me, they sent me to find you. So you could share in this special occasion.” Batgirl hogtied Selina, leaving her with her ass in the air before carrying the pearl necklace to the front door. Harley and Ivy were just coming through. Ivy took the necklace and put it on Harley, carefully draping it between her pert breasts.
“You look lovely. Don’t you think she looks delicious, Batgirl?”
Batgirl licked her lips. “I could just eat her up.”
Harley blushed. “Oh stop! We still haven’t punished Selina for being a bad girl and keeping this bee-yoo-ti-ful necklace all to herself.”
“I think we should leave that to Batgirl,” Ivy said, pulling a leather switch from Selina’s private collection. “Don’t you get frustrated with Selina always escaping from jail, never paying for her crimes?” she asked with a sympathetic pout.
Batgirl was staring at the switch like a cat at a string. “Oh yes. I feel very frustrated.”
Selina roared and tried to wiggle free, but all she accomplished was to wag her ass at the two supervillains and their minion. Batgirl moaned, snatching the switch from Ivy and stroking it as she approached Selina.
“Hey, listen, Batgirl,” Selina said, smiling disarmingly. “I know we’ve had our disagreements in the past, but this isn’t you!”
“What? You think just because I’m a Batgirl instead of a Batman, I don’t notice how tight that leather is on you?” Batgirl lifted the hem of Selina’s robe with the switch, slowly drifting it over the cusp of her muscular, athletic ass. It bunched up on the base of her spine. “It’s almost as kinky as your flesh when it’s all goosepimply and frightened.”
“I know what you’re feeling right now, but you’ve got to fight the desire!”
“Oh, I’ve been fighting the desire. I’m through with that. Now…” She flicked the flat of the switch against Selina’s clit. It was like a lightning strike, forcing a groan out of Selina’s suddenly-dry mouth. “I’m indulging it.”
Batgirl began slashing Selina’s ass in earnest, raising welts across her asscheeks. Selina gritted her teeth. It’d been a long time since she’d been a bottom, longer still since she’d felt this much pain and humiliation.
It wasn’t that turning her on. Ivy must’ve been pumping her pollen all over the room. That must be it.
“Ooh, pretty!” Harley said, rattling the pearls along her new necklace. “Can we play along?”
“I think we can,” Ivy said, willing her costume to fall away like leaves in August. Harley’s body stiffened with familiar lust to see Ivy’s body in bloom, even more vibrant and green than she’d remembered it.
Harley embraced Ivy, slowly grinding her way up and down Ivy’s side in a full-body hug, while keeping her head craned to watch Selina’s punishment. Her left hand she kept poised at Ivy’s crotch; every time Batgirl would bring the switch down on Selina’s trembling ass, Harley would give Ivy a swat on the pussy. In-between hits, she would just cup it and rub it soothingly. Ivy bit down on Harley’s liliripe, tugging on it with each ecstatic slap.
In short order, the switch wasn’t enough. Batgirl threw it aside and tore off her glove to paddle Selina with her own bare hand. By the time Selina’s ass was glowing red, Harley and Ivy were furiously rutting, tearing away each others’ vines and spandex. They collapsed on the bed, Harley laughing orgasmically as Ivy tickled her.
“Selina, here’s the deal,” Ivy said while Harley was still distracted by her very specific foreplay. “Make the Bat come and all is forgiven.”
Batgirl eagerly opened her utility belt and skimped off her leggings. Harley was very disappointed that her cape blocked the unveiling of her ass.
“Why should I believe you?” Selina hissed, trying to keep her voice angry enough to not let them know how turned on she was.
“If you’d rather go back to paddling…”
Selina took one look at Batgirl’s cute, shaven, wet pussy and had to have it. She held up her trussed hands and feet. Batgirl freed her with a sharp Batarang and licked her way from Selina’s cunt to chin before standing and shoving Selina’s head between her legs.
“Dinner and a show,” Ivy commented huskily as she similarly mounted Harley.
“Not yet!” Harley said. She wiggled downward, and made a beckoning gesture to Batgirl. Ivy saw her game. With Harley’s legs falling over the edge, all Batgirl had to do was lean forward and… “OOH! LA LA! Guess this bat’s used to sucking more than blood, eh Red?” Harley flopped down onto her back and repeated the beckoning gesture at Ivy. “Come on. Ride yer Harley.”
Ivy straddled her face, but not before Harley did one more thing to make it just perfect: She took off the long pearl necklace and draped it on Ivy like a lei. “Thanks for the anniversary gift, Red. But what I really wanted, I had all along.”
“Me?” Ivy asked, heart singing.
“Well, I was going to say Batgirl as a sex slave, but you’re pretty cool too.”
Ivy would’ve been angry, but she doubted anyone could’ve been angry with Harley eating them out and the two other hottest femme fatales in Gotham having illicit lesbian sex on the floor.
Now she just had to figure out why Harley was getting her. Unless the silly little clown hadn’t gotten her anything.
Ivy looked down on her girlfriend, merrily licking away like an excited puppy. If that idiot had forgotten their anniversary, Selina wouldn’t be the only one feeling the lash tonight…
