“All right, girls,” Alfred said,
once Jojo and Batsy had slid back into the limo. “Time to put these
on.”
Jojo pouted as she looked at the
chastity belt. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” Alfred said sternly.
“Mistress Quinn knows you can't keep your hands off each other. She
doesn't want you sticking some feather duster up Batsy's snatch when
you're supposed to be dusting or using a zucchini as a double-dildo
when you're supposed to be cooking.”
Batsy sighed, and felt her twat get all
wet. Those things sounded incredibly, incredibly romantic!
“Batsy, do you have anything to say?”
Alfred asked.
“Uhh?” Batsy said.
She had been distracted remembering
what it was like for the Commish to push her down on her knees after
the wedding and thrust his mighty shaft between her lips, almost
chocking her on that all boiling hot man-meat. He hadn't bothered to
hide his utter contempt for the former Batman, telling her as he
yanked on her hair that she'd been such a pathetic attempt at a
crime-fighter and a man, but was clearly nothing but some pathetic
slut that hadn't the balls to be a real cop. It had felt so wonderful
for such a powerful REAL man to tell her what's what and then treat
her like the horny bimbo slut she was. God, all these real men made
her tremble all over. They were so big and strong and well-hung,
almost like Greek gods.
“Batsy!”
“Um, yes, Mr. Alfred?”
“Do you have anything to say?”
“No, Mr. Alfred, sir,” the former
Batman said as she put on her chastity belt. “Mistress Quinn is the
boss, and when she is not around, Mr. Alfred is.”
“Good girl. And next time pay more
attention or I'll spank your big ass raw.”
“Yes, sir,” Batsy said, trembling
at the thought.
“Can't we, like, suck your big dick
before you take us to Mistress Quinn, sir?” Jojo asked.
Batsy couldn't help licking her lips.
She could see the thick cock straining in Mr. Alfred's pants. It
looked so powerful and throbbing. She'd love to wrap her big fat lips
around it.
“Not right now,” he said.
“Mistress Quinn wants to speak with you immediately.”
“Awwwww,” Jojo sighed, but she put
on her chastity belt under her maid's skirt.
* * *
Batgirl was swinging through the city
when her communicator bleeped.
“Yes?” she said.
“This is Montoya. You gave me this
number if an emergency happened.”
“Yes, what is it?” Batgirl asked.
“It's Commissioner Gordon and
Detective Bullock. They – they weren't themselves, and then Bullock
transformed. Into a woman!”
“What?” Batgirl was shocked. What
had happened to her father?”
* * *
“Here they are, Mistress,” Alfred
said as he opened the door to the library.
Batsy and Jojo minced in, their braids
bobbing, both dressed in cute maid outfits, one black and the other
purple, and both with their chastity belts tightly in place.
“Oh, goodie,” Harley Quinn said.
She was relaxing in Bruce's favourite chair by the fire. The
villainess looked surprisingly androgynous, dressed in an expensive
suit and tie – half was black with a red diamond design and half
was red with black diamonds, just like her original costume. Her hair
was pulled into a blonde ponytail and she was sipping some brandy and
smoking a cigar.
“Greetings, mistress,” Jojo and
Batsy said in unison as they curtsied. “We are here to serve you.”
“That's nice,” Harley said. “Batsy,
you don't mind helping to get rid of all aspects of your old life
here so that they are replaced by me.”
“No, ma'am. This house belongs to
you. I'm so grateful you let me stay here and serve you.”
“How sweet. And how do you feel,
Jojo.”
“So much better now that you are in
charge, Mistress H. I just love you and my pudding.”
“Good good.” Harley giggled as she
took another sip of brandy. “I here you two were just moonlighting
as wedding flower-girls. That's great. I'm going to be having a
wedding soon – a much more opulent one – and I'm glad you've
already had some practice.”
“Who are you going to marry,
Mistress?” Batsy asked.
“My dear Pam-a-lamb, of course,”
Harley said.
Batsy and Jojo turned to see Poison Ivy
enter the room.