Ticket to Reality (Closed for justmethatswho)

[ManlyUsername]

***** Harley *****

Jesus. She had to get her wits about her. The anticipation had been building up all night, and the moment she felt the warmth of the other woman’s lips on her neck she was immediately in trouble. When those lips expertly traveled up her neck and engulfed her earlobe, she almost lost herself in the heat of the moment. Thank goodness the elevator had stopped when it did.

She'd let her Joker get away with something she was sure. She'd make up for it. He would be begging her to let him cum by the time the night was over. The hand that reached for her as she stepped into the hallway was batted aside and she turned Mr. J to face away from her. Planting a hand between his shoulder blades, she gently pushed him down the thickly carpeted corridor, the leash draped over one shoulder. She was confident their submissive plaything would follow obediently. Her verbal confirmation of her complete submission had raised goose bumps on Harley’s arms and she had simply cooed in response.

The trio passed a number of heavy oak doors. "End of the hall puddin!" She told Mr J, an edge of excitement in her voice clear. The room was as elegant as it was simple, the decor in keeping with the age of the mansion but immaculately maintained. Thick carpeting in reds and golds made their footfalls silent as they entered the sparsely furnished room.

A crystal chandelier provides a soft warm light, reflected from large mirrors in gold gilt frames hanging on the walls to either side. The far wall is dominated by a huge, four poster canopy bed. A tiny bar, with a pair of tall stools protrudes from one wall, glittering bottles of assorted spirits shining from mirrored shelves. She knew from previous discussions that the two doors at the back of the room led to a bathroom and a walk-in closet.

Without a word, she pointed to one of the stools and then to the center of the room. Mr J complied, without question, placing the stool in the center of the room and anticipating her intent, took a seat.

She could not help grinning at the way he fidgeted in anticipation. He'd been ogling the Batgirl the moment she had joined them. Let him look for a while longer.

She led the Batgirl between the bed and Mr J. Pointing to the floor, directing her to stand about arms length from his chair. "Let him have a look at ya honey." She instructed as she tied the end of the leash to the bedpost and walked to the bar to prepare a pair of martinis.

They had all night. No need to rush.

 

[justmethatswho]

batgril was observant as Harley took more and more control, not of just her but MrJ. MrJ seemed quite willing to accomodate what ever it was Harley asked. batgirl watched and followed as seh was led down a hall to a bedroom.

In a short time, MrJ had retrieved a stool and was sitting in the middle of the room. batgirl felt the pull of her leach and soon found herself, tied to the bedpost. Harley turned her to face MrJ who was seated, to allow him to look at the girl in the tight latex dress and the supertall heals and a bat girl mask. The mask hindered her peripheal vision, allowing her to see mostly in front of her, to see MrJ, his eyes wandering, looking at her as if she was little more than an attractive mannequin. though, what he saw had excited him, judging from the bulge in his pants. batgirl, wondered if this was all right or oh so wrong, allowing herself to be viewed as an object. Slowly her breathing settled, could she resist the desires burning from within.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Mr J. *****

Control. Such a wonderful concept if you knew how to play with it. He was a wealthy man. Powerful by the measures most would use to judge such things in his professional life. In his personal life, Harley was his in every way that mattered. Devoted, loyal. He had no lack of control over his life, so it was not something he craved.

Surrendering control was what peaked his interest. Not to be dominated, nor humiliated. That held no thrill for him. Just not being the one in charge. Not knowing what happens next. Every next moment a new possibility.

He sat as directed. Harley left the Batgirl standing in front of him. He could almost reach out and touch her. God how he wanted to touch her. But he knew he wasn't supposed to. Not yet.

Denial. Harley was a master. He knew, at the end of the night, his desires would be well and truly sated. But he couldn't just take it. He had to wait for it. Her terms, and at her speed. The pleasure was always all the more intense when delayed. Anticipation was like the world's best drug.

But tonight. Tonight was on a new level. What a perfect little toy he had been gifted. Harley had teased him in all manner of ways...but this! Tonight wasn’t about being allowed to fuck another woman. It wasn't about a simple threesome. It was clear that tonight, the Batgirl would be the toy that Harley used to drive him to near madness.

He studied her as Harley fussed over drinks at the bar. As far as he could tell, the girl looked nervous but not scared. He gave her a little smile of reassurance as his eyes drank her in. Every curve was perfectly accentuated. It was easy to imagine what she would look like naked. But the thought still had him aching. He hoped Harley would let him have her soon, but at the same time he hoped she would make the anticipation last.

Harley returned, placing a drink in his hand. He took a sip, enjoying the warmth of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat. Standing next to him her fingers plucked gently at the hairs on the back of his neck as she sipped from her own glass and contemplated their subject. "She's a keeper, ain't she Mr, J."

Three long strides put her at the Batgirl's side, where she took another long pull from her drink and then handed the half full glass to the nervous girl. "Go ahead. You can finish it." She set her hand on the girl's shoulder and began slowly circling behind her, wrapping her arm around her as she went. Her chin came to rest on the girl's shoulder, and she spoke to her softly, but she was careful to ensure it was loud enough for him to overhear.

"You see the way he looks at you?" The knuckles of Harley's hand brushed the girl's chin as her other hand moved slowly down her side. "You can almost feel them sliding over your body, can't you?" One hand wrapped gently around the girl's neck, the other continued its journey downward.

"See that look in his eyes?" Harley continued. The hand had reached bare thigh and was turning inward moving between her knees.

His breath started to become heavy.

"He's imagining what it would be like to touch you." Harley's hand had begun sliding back up, stroking Batgirl's inner thigh. Her grip on the girl's neck became more firm. "Imaging how it would feel to FUCK you!"

He gave a sharp intake of breath, not realizing he had been holding his breath. It was not lost on Harley who looked at him with an evil giggle. "Oh sweetie." She said to the girl in her grasp, moving both hands to her waist. "Look at the state you've got him in already. No surprise." Her hands moved upwards. "Not with a body like this."

A throb ran through him as he watched Harley cup both of the girls breasts through the tight latex. He fingers bouncing over her prominent nipples. She looked at him again. "You wouldn't believe how hard these nipples are puddin."

Another laugh and she ceased her groping. Unclipping the leash from her collar she nudged the Batgirl gently forward. "I think it's time Mr J unwrapped his present."

 

[justmethatswho]

Batgirl tried to be motionless, unwittingly looking like a statue or object int he room, as Harley and MrJ talked of her, and each other as if batgirl was not there, or it did not matter.

As Harley approached, batgirls nerves edged, wondering what it was that was next. Her mind and body aching for attention. Then to feel the touch of the woman, groping batgirls breasts as if they where tits on a statue, then commenting for MrJ about the hardness of the girls nipples. The touch made batgirl bite her lip, it had been quite long since another had touched her. Though the touch was firm, not tender, but more to make a point of control. though this all few past the enamored and intoxicated with desire batgirl.

There as a disappontment inside of batgirl, as she felt the tug at her leach, then the click and no longer felt the leash hanging from her neck. She wondered what she had done wrong. Yet before she could ponder, Harley spoke of the batgirl being unwrapped.

Finally batgirl broke her silence, part of her wanted to be undressed, naked in the room as the others are still dressed. Yet she had resisted little, was she complying to easily in this game. "But .. Miss Harley .. what if .. if I do not want to be unwrapped ... what if I resist." batgirl asked, though regret quickly set in, she did want this, she wanted more, though had little idea what it was she truely wanted.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Harley *****

What was this? A little defiance? Was their plaything having second thoughts. Harley eyed her with a raised eyebrow. Was their dream night going to fall apart at the last minute?

She considered the thought, her smile slowly growing as she did. She remembered the moan on the dance floor. The enthusiasm with which she had taken to the task of kissing Harley's neck. And the tremble every time Harley touched her was unmistakable.

Nervousness? Obviously. Hesitation? Perhaps. But there was no mistaking the girl's desire. The Batgirl was every bit as horny as she was. The girl didn't want this to end. She was upping the ante. Still. They had promised to take care. To push her boundaries but not break her. They had to be sure.

Her hand flashed out to snatch the Batgirl by the ponytail, giving it a firm yank. "You hear that Mr J? Your present says she doesn’t want to be unwrapped! Grab her arms!” The look on Trevor’s face was a mix of surprise and concern, but he sprung from his chair as instructed, grabbing their captive firmly by the wrists and raising them above her head. Vicki gave him a slow blink and a nod to reassure him that she had not forgotten their directives.

Slipping out of character for a moment, Vicki softened her voice as she spoke in the girl's ear, though she kept her head pulled back, preserving her dominant position. “You’re doing quite well.” She let her free hand slide down the tight, latex clad body. “I’m sure you are just getting into the game. Playing along.” A little rush of excitement as her fingers crossed to the bare flesh of the girl's thigh. Part of Vicki wished it was her in Batgirl's place. She felt the warmth between her own legs, aching to be touched and imagined this girl ached just as badly.

“But just to be safe…”, she curled her hand to the girl's inner thigh. “...if you truly become overwhelmed…”, a hint of moisture crossed her fingertips as her hand slid all the way up the smooth skin till it could reach no higher. Impressive how smooth she thought as her thumb stroked the bare skin of her carefully shaved pubic area. “...you can make it all stop.”

She could sense the girl's tension and it had her mind swimming. “One simple word. Repeated three times. I know I don’t want this to end so early. And you,…” Vicki pushed her hand fully between the girl’s legs, her fingers gliding easily over the soft lips. Oh my was she wet. A low horny chuckle escaped her. “...you certainly don’t feel like you’re ready to quit.” She hadn’t really intended to give her this much attention this soon, but she wanted to make her case that the wait would be worth it. She applied a little pressure. Shifted her hand from side to side a bit, letting her fingers settle among the folds.

Now slippery, her fingers slid upwards. “But if I’m wrong, just say this word…three times.” With the practiced ease only a woman can manage, her index and middle fingers slid on either side of the girl’s clit pressing it from either side. She lowered her voice to a husky whisper, and with each repetition of the word, her middle finger stroked the swollen nub her other fingers held captive, “stop…stop….stop”

 

[justmethatswho]

elle in an instant worried her apprehension and honesty had brought the evening to a quick and disappointing end.

Harley though still gripped batgirls pony tail tightly, repeating her apprehension of batgirls unwillingness to be undressed. elle was uncertain, her heart raced, part of the mystery of what was next pulling her in. The upbringing of a Christian girl with pure morals and values, begging her to stop.

batgirl listened as Harley talked of playing the game, that she was finally taking part maybe, that was the apprehension. Though the tirade continued, speaking of safe words. things elle had heard of, but did into fully understand. Though Harley bluntly painted the picture.

Finally Harley gave her the word .. stop .. repeated three times. Could it be that simple ... for all of this to end .. in an instant.

batgirl, still trying to catch a breath, nodded confirming her understanding of the word. her breathing rapid as her nerves. she tried to maintain balance in the tall heels and the tight pvc dress hiding nothing from her captures.

"please .. please ... don't .. please .. don't" batgirl spoke .. her words broken .. asking for this all to end .. but intentionally she left the safe word out, hoping all words but that were confirmation, for Harley and MrJ to continue their assault of batgirl.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Mr J *****

The game had taken on a new wrinkle. He watched, breathless, as the woman squirmed under Vicki's touch. He held her wrists dutifully, ensuring there was no escape from it. All the while, he held his breath, terrified she would utter the three words that would dispel the magic and bring the fantasy to an end.

A look shared with Vicki showed only a hint of the same hesitation, but she seemed more confident. They both waited for what seemed like an eternity but, in reality, was only a few seconds. Trevor's eyes stared intently into those of the woman in his grasp. He could almost hear the gears turning as she contemplated her options. Then she cried out in protest, the distressed voice only partially an act.

But she didn't say stop.

It was now the Joker's eyes that narrowed with a glint of satisfaction, and the maniacal grin that stretched across his face was perfectly in character. He laughed. Then, with an insincere tone of caring and concern, spoke over her shoulder to Harley. "Did you hear that? It seems the little flying rodent is not enjoying our little game."

"Aww!", a moan of mock disappointment came from Harley as she moved her hands away. "I guess we'll just have to let her go Mr J." The Joker relaxed his grip, lowering her hands from above her head, to rest at her sides, but he did not let go. Then his brow suddenly furrowed.

"Oh dear!" He said suddenly, speaking to himself. His grip tightened again, pinning her hands to her side. "This does present a bit of a conundrum." Eyes turning back to the Batgirl, his face was apologetic. "You see my dear. As much as I would like to let you go… you were given to me as a birthday present. And when one is given such wonderful little fuck toy as yourself…well… to not fuck it would just be, well..****de!"

He couldn't help the low growl as he pushed her hands behind her back. Admiring how it forced her to thrust her chest forward, his rigid cock pressing against her lower stomach. "I may have many faults my dear, but I am nothing if not a man of impeccable manners. So, as I'm sure you'll understand…my hands are tied."

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***** Harley *****

Having a totally submissive plaything had been arousing enough. But now! The idea of first having to break this sexy woman's will before they could completely have their way with her had Harley absolutely dripping. She would make the Batgirl beg before letting her man provide her any sort of release.

When the Joker mockingly says his hands are tied, Harley is immediately inspired. "Great idea Mr J!" With a giggle, she yanks one of Batgirl's hands free and loops the end of the leash around her wrist. The other follows, and very quickly, the Batgirl's hands are securely tied behind her back.

Harley's voice is almost wicked. "Why don't you put her back on her leash puddin." And with another giggle, she pulled the leash down, and thrust it forward between the Batgirl's legs. Mr J didn't immediately catch on.

His hands, freed of their previous occupation, had already moved upward and found the perky breasts, now prominently displayed. Cupping them and testing their firmness. "Hey!" Harley barked. She waggled the leash from side to side to grab his attention. It took a moment, and then his eyes widened in excitement. "Of course Harley my dear. What a perfectly wonderful idea." He said, his voice dripping with bad intentions.

Taking the strap from Harley he pulled it upward. Harley watched as the leash drew tight against the Batgirl's ass, tugging the hem of her dress upward as the strap settled between the trembling girl's legs. Harley squeezed her thighs together with a faint moan as she imagined the sensation. Wishing it was her.

The Joker held the clasp near the Batgirl's chin with an assessing look, then began tying a couple of quick knots in the leash to adjust its length. Harley purred in the girl's ear, passed to see Mr J had fully understood her intentions. As he made his adjustments she ran her fingers along the length of the leash. She bit her lower lip, another tingle settling between her thighs, as she felt the wetness of their victim's soft folds and ensured the leash nestled snugly between them.

She felt it pull tight as the Joker attached the clasp to the collar once again. She took a step back to take in the sight. The Batgirl stood defiant. Her hands were pulled tight against her ass, the bottom of which was now peeking out from below her dress. The leash disappeared between her cheeks.

"Turn her around Mr J." He smiled broadly and twisted the girl's shoulders. The Batgirl almost danced atop the precarious heels as she turned. Harley hummed in satisfaction as she looked at the leash pulled taut down the front of the girl's body. Her smooth mound was just visible where the strap had pulled her dress up, and Harley knew that every motion must be a wonderful sort of torture.

Harley stepped forward and gripped the leash giving it a gentle tug. "Squirm all you want now sweetie." She said dismissively before turning her attention back to Mr J. She reached past the girl and gave him a push. He dutifully took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed.

"That should help you keep her under control for now while I go see what sort of goodies we have in the closet." She then pushed the Batgirl firmly, sending her stumbling backwards into the Joker's lap. She laughed quietly at the eagerness with which his arms wrapped around the squirming girl. One of his arms immediately wrapped around the girl's narrow waist and she could see his hips raise slightly as he pulled her tightly against his lap.

"You!" She said firmly, pointing at the Joker. "Behave yourself. No peeking! I want to watch you open your gift." And with a wink to their victim, she stepped through the door to what must have been a sizable walk in closet.

 

[justmethatswho]

batgirls resistance seemed to have lifted the game to a new level of intensity. batgirl found her wrists held by MrJ as Harley teased her body, exciting batgirl even more. Her walls of resistance crumbling away. batgirl struggled, pulling her arms inan effort to free herself, moving her body to avoid the touches of the sexy harley. All seemed to be a futile effort.

MrJ seemed to enjoy the moment, batgirls resistances, he smiled and laughed at the helpless batgirl.


"yes .. let me go .. if you know what is good for you. let me go and save yourselves." batgirl yelled at her captors.

MrJ tells her she was gifted to them, MrJ and Harley. "no .. by who ... for it is only MrSir .. uh .. batman who owns my soul .. he would never .. never want his woman tarnished .. at the hand of another ...." her words faded and then she softly added, her voice broken realizing the truth. "would he?"

Harley's own confidence grew, her power and superiority did also. It was obvious to batgirl, it was Harley who was Mistress to all in the room including MrJ.

The word tied is mentioned and before Batgirl can react, first her left wrist is looped in the leach, then the right, she fights pulling her arms which only pulls the leash tighter upon her wrists. As her mind is upon her wrists, she does not even realize the leash pulled between her legs, then p0ulled tight again attached to her collar. batgirl arches her back, pulling the leash tighter between her legs easily parting the eager lips of her pussy. "ohhhhh .. fuck." batgirl moans. Then leans forward to alieve the pressure on her clitoris.

batgirl, tried to compose herself, catch her breath, feeling Harley's teasing touch upon the leash. "Please no .. no ... stop ... no" batgirl begged feeling the hand of harley cascading the leash (She was certain to say stop only once as to not end the night). "Don't .. not .. don't fuck me. Batman will make you .. both of you pay." her words stopped feeling Harleys fingers tease batgirls sex, soaked, wanton .. needy like never before in her life.

The assailants repositioned their batgirl victim, now unsteady in the tall heels. Her dress lifted by the leash, held up and exposing her ass and pussy for all to see, the tight leach stretched from her wrists, to between the cheeks of her ass, into her folds, then up her front side between her breasts, until finally clasp to the collar she wore.

with a gently nudge, batgirl was off balance, unable to catch ehrself, she stumbled, then fell back toward the bed, only to find herself in the lap of MrJ. Her new position pulled the leash tighter upon her wrists, ass, pussy and neck. Remininding her of her bounds. Slowly she was feeling helpless and hopeless.

batgirl watched, wondering what harley had meant, what would she find in the closet, how much more could batgirl take.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Mr J *****

Harley was a master. The arch of the Batgirl's back, the wanton moan. The sight made him ache and he bit his lower lip.

She was pleading one moment; making threats the next. But the desperation in her voice was the consistent thread. The undertone that told him if he was to reach between her legs, his fingers would come back wet. His hands flexed fighting the urge, but he resisted.

This particular game might be new, but the general rules still applied. Take nothing without Harley's permission. He prayed she would let him loose. Good God he wanted her. But part of him hoped she wouldn't. The part that knew every minute that Harley made him wait would make the moment he took the Batgirl all the more exquisite.

She tumbled backwards. Harley had shoved their squirming victim right into his lap. His cock was so hard the impact was almost painful. A rush of animal lust almost overcame him. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against his throbbing member. He groaned loudly.

His legs were longer so her knees were outside his own. He parted them, forcing her legs open. Spread wide. On display. His hand began sliding up her leg before Harley barked her warning. He growled in frustration, the growl slowly turning to a laugh. It wasn't time yet.

Instead he slid the hand up her torso. His voice took on a high pitched tone as he mocked her pleas. "Oh no! Don't! Please!" The second hand joined the first and soon both were gently massaging her breasts through the latex. He marveled at how firm they were in his hands.

"You really think the Bat wouldn't turn you over? Foolish girl. It was a fair trade if that helps. We made him a deal he couldn't refuse. Harley and I have our way with you…or we have our way with Gotham. Just think of all the innocent lives that dripping slit of yours is going to save. "

He slid a hand higher. Gripping her chin. Lifting it upwards. The leash pulled tight, setting the Batgirl. squirming. He lifted his hips in answer with a shuddering groan. "Yes. Fidget all you like. There's no getting out of this now. "

His fingers touched the leash. "Can you feel what you've done to me?" He lifted her chin an inch higher. His voice growing raspy as she moved against his swollen shaft. Damning the layer of fabric keeping him from burying himself in her. "Are you imagining what it's going to feel like when it starts pushing its way inside you?"

With an evil chuckle he plucked at the leash now taut as a guitar string. It vibrated satisfyingly.

"Yes"

Another pluck.

"Will you still resist?"

Pluck

"Will you beg me to stop?"

Pluck

"Or will you beg me for more?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

It's time to call this one as I'm moving on from Lit. Thanks to justmethatswho for writing with me.

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