Batgirl a night to remember (f/f)

[Hottbatgirl69]

The air was thick with the musky scent of cheap perfume and a hint of something else that made Batgirl's nose wrinkle. She blinked several times, trying to focus her eyes on the spinning lights above her head as her body throbbed with pain. Her hands ached where they'd been roughly cuffed behind her back, and her mouth felt like it was stuffed with a ball. A soft moan escaped her as she shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair, the rough material of her suit digging into her skin in all the wrong places.

She tried to remember how she'd gotten here. It had been a routine patrol through the city, keeping an eye out for any trouble. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she'd spotted a group of suspicious-looking characters lurking near the entrance of the mall. Before she could react, something hard had connected with the back of her head, and everything went black.

When she came to, she was in this... this... place. A nail salon, by the looks of it. Her shoes were gone, and in their place were a pair of soft, white slippers with little pink bows on the toes. A sinking feeling began to take root in her stomach as she noticed the tools laid out on the table in front of her: gleaming pedicure tools, and... was that a tube of pink polish?


Harley Quinn stepped out from behind a curtain, her signature black-and-red-painted grin spread across her face. "Well, well, well. Look who's finally awake." She strutted over to the chair, her hips swaying enticingly, and leaned down, her lips a fraction of an inch from Batgirl's ear. "Don't worry, bats," she purred. "I'm not going to hurt you... too much." With a wink, she pressed their lips together over Batgirl's gag

Batgirl struggled against her bonds, but it was no use. Her body tingled where Harley's lips touched hers, and she felt a strange heat spread through her. She tried to push the psychotic clown away, but Harley only laughed, a throaty, unsettling sound. "Oh, come on, Batgirl. Don't tell me you haven't been wanting this." She reached around and untied the red ribbon from Batgirl's hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders.

Harley sat down on the stool in front of her and reached for a small bowl of pumice stones. "Now, where were we?" She ran her hands over Batgirl's calves, rubbing the rough stones against her skin. "Ah, yes. I remember. It's time for your spa day." She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Batgirl felt a shiver run down her spine as Harley's fingers worked their magic on her legs. She tried to focus on anything but the sensation of those soft, cool stones against her skin, but it was impossible. As Harley expertly scrubbed away the dirt and grime, she felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal coursing through her veins. "No," she managed to croak through the ball gag in her mouth. "No more."

Harley raised an eyebrow. "No more?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, little Batgirl, you're in my hands now. And I think it's time you learned to have a little fun." With that, she reached for the pink polish and began to dip one of the pedicure brushes into the thick liquid. "Now, just sit back and relax, and let Auntie Harley take care of you."

She moved closer, her chest pressing against Batgirl's bound legs, and started painting her toenails. The brush was cool against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Harley purred,Doesn't that feel nice and girly?"

Batgirl wanted to say no, but it came out as a muffled moan through the ball gag. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of Harley's body against hers, the cool polish on her skin, and the heat of her breath. She felt so... helpless. So vulnerable. It was like every part of her was on display, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Harley laughed, a light, musical sound that made Batgirl's heart skip a beat. "That's it, bats," she purred. "Just let go and enjoy it." As she finished painting each toenail, she leaned back, admiring her handiwork. "There we go," she said with a satisfied smile. "Don't those look just darling?"

Batgirl didn't respond, still unable to believe what was happening. She could feel Harley's fingers tracing circles around her ankles, massaging her skin as she worked the remaining bits of pumice stone away. "You know, Batgirl," Harley began, her voice soft and sultry, "I've always thought you were one of the most beautiful women in Gotham. And not just on the outside."

She paused, leaning in closer, her breath warm against Batgirl's neck. "I mean, sure, you've got the whole tough-girl routine down pat, but deep down, I know there's more to you than that." Batgirl felt a shiver run down her spine as Harley's fingers continued to work their magic on her skin. "I just want to bring that part of you out, you know?."

Harley's words sent a strange mix of arousal and fear coursing through Batgirl's veins. She wanted to resist, to fight back against Harley's advances, but she found herself helplessly caught up in the moment. As Harley expertly painted her own toenails a vibrant red to match Batgirls hair, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing and desire welling up inside her.

"There we go," Harley purred, stepping back to admire her work. "Don't they look just perfect?" Batgirl,eyes fixed on Harley's own painted toenails. There was something so alluring about the way they contrasted with her black and red suit. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have Harley's legs wrapped around her own body, to feel the warmth and strength of her thighs pressed against hers.

"You know," Harley continued, her voice low and sultry, "I think it's time we take this a step further." Before Batgirl could even react, she felt Harley's strong hands grip her hips, pulling her closer. "I want you to touch me, Batgirl. Show me how much you've been missing this."


As Harley positioned herself straddling Batgirl's lap, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Batgirl's chest. "Go on," she breathed, "feel how wet I am for you." Batgirl hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting emotions, but eventually, her trembling fingers found their way to Harley's crotch still bound behind her back. As she felt the heat and wetness there, a wave of desire washed over her, and she began to touch Harley with a newfound urgency.

Harley moaned loudly, arching her back as Batgirl's fingers explored her folds. "Oh, that's it, baby," she gasped. "Touch me like you mean it." Batgirl's fingers delved deeper, teasing and stroking Harley's clit as she continued to rub her swollen nub. She could feel Harley's body trembling beneath her touch, and the sound of her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That's it," Harley purred, her hips beginning to move in time with Batgirl's ministrations. "I can feel you getting wetter, too. You want this as much as I do, don't you?" She leaned forward, her lips brushing against Batgirl's ear. "You want me, don't you?" Batgirl could hardly deny the truth in Harley's words as she felt her own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment.


As batgirl continued to stroke Harley, she began to worry that her own need was becoming too apparent. She couldn't help but wonder what Harley would do if she let her desire show. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. Harley get off batgirl and laughs. Well that was fun but i think it time you thank me for painting your toes by worshipping my feet. Harley reaches over and ungages batgirl.

"There," Harley purred, her voice low and sultry. "That's better." She leaned back, Batgirl felt a wave of arousal wash over her as Harley slowly brought her toes to Batgirl's mouth, feeling the softness of the skin against her lips and tongue.

"That's it," Harley moaned, arching her back. "Suck on them, Batgirl. Show me how much you appcate my hard work ." As Batgirl suckled on her toes, Harley let out a long, low moan that vibrated through her body. She began to rock her hips, grinding against Batgirl's thigh. "Oh fuck, that feels so good," she gasped. "Don't stop."

Batgirl felt the heat and wetness between Harley's legs, and the realization that Harley was close to climaxing sent a shiver of desire through her own body. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder on Harley's toes and thrusting her tongue deeper, all the while feeling Harley's thighs trembling against hers.

"Ahhhh!" Harley cried out, as she came, her body shuddering with the release. For a moment, they were both still, the only sound the labored breathing of two women caught in the throes of passion. Then, slowly, Harley pulled her foot away, her lips trailing over Batgirl's skin as she did so.

"Well, Batgirl," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "it looks like you've got some catching up to do." With a wicked grin, she scooted off of Batgirl's lap, leaving her bound on the salon chair. She returned with handcuffs and ankles cuffs, expertly securing Batgirl's wrists and ankles. Batgirl was too tired to fight back. Once she was restrained, Harley guided her over to a nearby massage table. The massage table was covered with a red velvet cloth, and atop it were various tools: a riding crop, a flogger, a whip, and an another set of handcuffs.

Harley took a step back, surveying her work with satisfaction. Batgirl was spread-eagled facedown on the table, her body arched and taut, her breasts pushed up against the cool leather. A wave of desire coursed through Harley as she took in the sight of her former adversary helpless before her. She reached out, tracing a finger along Batgirl's jawline before leaning in, their lips barely touching. "I'm going to enjoy this," she purred.


She circled around Batgirl, taking in the sight of her bound form from every angle. "Oh, and I've got some other things I want to teach you too," she continued, her voice low and sultry. "Things you've never experienced before." Harley paused, running her fingers through Batgirl's hair. "Things that are going to change you forever." With that, she leaned down, pressing their lips together in a hungry, passionate kiss.

As their tongues tangled, Harley began to caress Batgirl's body, running her hands over her curves and brushing against her nipples. The sensation was almost too much for Batgirl to bear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to Harley, desperate for more.

Harley broke the kiss, her breath hot against Batgirl's ear. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, nibbling on the lobe. "You like being mine." Batgirl could feel the truth in Harley's words, could feel herself responding to the power and control that Harley exuded. She struggled against her restraints, eager to feel Harley's touch again.

"Oh, but you're going to have to earn it," Harley said with a wicked grin. She reached down, unfastening Batgirl's utility belt and tossing it aside. Then, she grabbed the riding crop and the flogger, teasing Batgirl's sensitive skin through her costume with their soft leather before striking her butt. The sting of the impact sent a shiver of pleasure through Batgirl, making her arch her back even further. "That's it," Harley purred, her voice low and seductive. "Show me how much you want this." Batgirl cried out, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that left her both helpless and aroused.Now lets get rid of that costume.

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Harley took a step back, admiring her work. She had carefully and meticulously cut off Batgirl's costume, piece by piece, revealing her perfectly toned body beneath. The purple fabric lay in a heap on the floor. She did allow her to keep her mask on to hide her secret identity, but Harley knew that it was only a matter of time before she would take it off.

She turned her attention back to Batgirl, admiring the way her body moved with each thrust of the flogger. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice low and husky. "Let it out." Harley could feel the tension building within Batgirl, could sense the desire coursing through her veins. She reached down, grabbing the riding crop and running it lightly over Batgirl's sensitive skin, teasing her until she was practically begging for more.

Finally, Harley decided it was time to gag her. She crouched down beside Batgirl and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, pulled a pair of her own lacy panties from her costume. "Here," she said, pressing them against Batgirl's lips. "These should do the trick." Batgirl struggled against her restraints, her eyes widening in surprise as Harley forced the panties into her mouth. Harley laughed, the sound filling the room as she watched Batgirl try to speak through the soft fabric.

Next, she retrieved a length of duct tape from a nearby drawer. Carefully, she wrapped it around Batgirl's head, securing the panties in place. With a satisfied smile, she stood back to admire her handiwork. The look of frustration and desire on Batgirl's face was almost too much for Harley to bear. She ran a finger along Batgirl's jawline again asserting her dominance tracing the outline of her lips. "There," she whispered. "Now you're really mine."

Harley moved behind Batgirl, pressing her body against the smaller woman's back. She ran her hands over Batgirl's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her touch. "You know," she began, her breath hot against Batgirl's ear, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with you. To have you all to myself." She trailed her fingers down Batgirl's spine, making her shiver. "And now that I do... well, let's just say I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

With that, Harley reached between them, rubbing Batgirl's clit with her fingers through her wet folds. The sensation was almost too much for Batgirl to bear, and she arched her back into Harley's touch, moaning around the gag. Harley laughed, her breath warm against Batgirl's neck. "That's it," she whispered. "Let go." She increased the pressure, circling Batgirl's sensitive nub with her fingers, feeling her body tense and relax as she neared the brink.

Harley could feel Batgirl's orgasm building, and she knew that she was going to enjoy every second of it. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her body against Batgirl's backside, feeling their wetness slide against each other. "Come for me," she growled into Batgirl's ear. "Let it out."

Batgirl cried out, her body shuddering with release as she finally gave in to the pleasure coursing through her. Harley could feel her tight muscles clench around her fingers, her walls contracting as she came. She held Batgirl close, feeling the tremors race through her body as she milked her orgasm for all it was worth.

Finally, the spasms subsided, leaving Batgirl panting and spent. Harley slowly withdrew her fingers, relishing the feel of Batgirl's wetness coating her hand. She moved around to stand in front of her, gazing down at the beautiful, helpless figure bound and gagged on the table. "There," she purred. "That was just for starters."

With a wicked grin, Harley retrieved another toy from the drawer: a large, black dildo. She lubed it up thoroughly, then knelt between Batgirl's legs. "Time for round two," she whispered, pressing the thick head of the dildo against Batgirl. "I think you're going to like this even more."

Harley slowly pushed the dildo inside Batgirl, feeling the smooth, slick walls of her pussy grip it tightly. She began to thrust, pumping the dildo in and out, watching as Batgirl's body moved with her, helpless to resist the sensation. Her cries were muffled by the gag, but Harley could see the pleasurable tension in her face and the way her hips bucked against the table.

The dildo slid easily in and out, its thickness stretching Batgirl's tight passage, hitting that spot deep inside that always drove her wild. Harley increased the pace, her hips slapping against Batgirl's ass as she took her from behind. Batgirl's moans grew louder, more urgent, and Harley knew she was close. She increased the pressure, digging her fingers into Batgirl's hips, holding her tight as she rode her orgasm.

Batgirl cried out, arching her back and bucking against Harley's thrusts as she came. Her muscles relaxed, her body going limp under Harley's control. But Harley wasn't done yet. She pulled the dildo out, lining it up with Batgirl's tender entrance once more. With a wicked grin, she thrust it back inside, feeling the wet heat envelop her.

"That was just for fun," she purred. "Now im leaving it in there because i have to g before bman arrives. You're going to be one very busy girl, Batgirl. I wonder what you'll tell them when they find you like this." Harley grinned wickedly, reaching down to stroke Batgirl's reddened lips through the gag. "But don't worry, I'll be back for more. We've only just begun to have some real fun."
Harley took one last, appreciative look before gathering up her things and slipping out of the room, silently closing the door behind her.

Batgirl felt the weight of the dildo inside her, a constant reminder of Harley's power and dominance. She struggled against her bonds, desperate to free herself before anyone sees her like this.

She glanced at the clock, panic rising in her chest. There was no way she could last until someone found her like this. She had to get out of here, fast. With renewed determination, she began to thrash against her restraints once more.

Her body was on fire, the dildo inside her throbbing with each desperate thrust she made against the table. She could feel herself growing damp beneath her, her own juices coating her skin. Her muscles ached from the strain of her efforts, but she couldn't give up now. Not when freedom was so close. Then she notice a hair pin on the table by her hands.

She starts picking the locks of her cuffs using the hair pin. It's slow and painstaking work, but with every tiny click of the lock, hope surges through her. A few more twist and her hand is free. Exhausted but triumphant, she quickly unfastens the other cuff and pulls her bound wrists around to massage the circulation back into them. She then removes her gag and takes the dildo out of her body. Her whole body feels raw and sore, but she doesn't have time to waste. She quickly gets dressed with clothes finds lying around and stuffs the rest of her Batgirl costume in a nearby trash can. Before leaving Batgirl makes a copy of the security video before deleting the rest.

She slips out of the nail salon and down the mall hallway, careful to avoid any cameras or guards. Her heart is racing, but she knows she's getting closer to freedom with every step. She reaches a back exit and slips out into the alley, breathing a sigh of relief as she disappears into the night.

[Trickster]

WOW! I'm so glad I found this story. As a longtime fan of Batgirl in bondage and peril, this delivered so nicely!!!

[mega23101982]

Best batgirl story ever!

[Hottbatgirl69]

Thanks for the positive feedback

[mega23101982]

Have you had a chance to read my story involving batgirl mate? Not as good as yours but am going from a different angle I hope you like it mate? Batgirl at her mercy and detectives her super special victims is the title thanks

[rtbw]

I love superheroines in peril especially Batgirl in bondage. I had trouble following some parts of the story like whether she's naked or still in her outfit (except her feet), but I filled it in with my imagination. This was a great scene and I hope to read more of Batgirl bound and tormented into arousal