Red Bottomed Clown
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
“I trust that you still take that tattoo very seriously.” Batman spoke sternly to her, folding his arms and remaining stoic even as Harley shook her booty at him. “You better believe it, Bats. You’re the big man, and I’m the big man’s plaything. So, how do you wanna start tonight’s fun?” Harley bit her lower lip as her smirk grew. No matter what Batman’s answer was, she knew that a great time awaited her, just like it did every night. And so, the crazy clown girl turned crime fighter listened closely as her boyfriend gave her an order, “Who said anything about fun? I believe I need to remind you who is in charge around her. Lie across the bed and shove your ass into the air. I’ll handle the rest.” Immediately, Harley let out a brief yet very sharp squeak of anticipation, which was followed by, “Yes sir!”
As she got into position, Batman tossed off his gloves and began to crack his knuckles. He didn’t need the armored gauntlets to dish out pain, and there was no way he was going to miss out on feeling Harley’s ass with his bare hands. Every snap of his knuckles made Harley tremble more and more. “No way in hell am I gonna be sitting down tomorrow.” She told herself, a thought that had her all the more eager to take what was to come. As Batman joined her on the bed, he raised up his arm, took precise aim, and slammed his palm down hard onto the pale and round globes that suddenly jiggled from his strike.
“AAH!” Harley cried out, the first of many loud noises she would make for the evening. Batman swatted her ass again, this time even harder than before. Already there were tears forming in the corner of Harley’s eyes, but she sucked it up and continued to receive blow after blow after blow to her round booty. The loud smack of every spanking rang throughout the room as prominently as Harley’s squeals, and the faintest of smirks began to appear on Batman’s face as he watched her round butt cheeks dance for him.
“Tell me how much of a twisted little nymph you are. Tell me!” He barked at her, making the latest outcry from Harley especially loud. Somehow, she managed to find both the strength and the breath between the ass slaps to say what he wanted to hear, “I’m a dirty bitch, Bats! I love this! My ass hurts so good, and I need more! Oh God, I want more!” By this point, Harley’s tongue was hanging out of her mouth, and she was beginning to pant and bark like the dirty bitch she was. The stinging that surged throughout her rump was now sending less pain throughout her, and instead had her juices running down her legs. She looked up at him as she took it like a big girl. The visage of the Dark Knight before her as he used his hammer of justice on her like so many criminals turned her on so much that she knew, any minute now, she was going to lose it. Batman knew this to, which was he suddenly stopped.
“What?!” Harley blurted out the second the blows stopped coming. She suddenly looked up at Batman, desperation and sorrow filling her once pleasure glazed eyes as she begged to know, “Why’d you stop?!” Batman actually chuckled at the sight of her, and told the former criminal, “You were starting to enjoy it. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I had continued. However, I am feeling a bit generous tonight, so I will make you a deal. If you dance for me while I get undressed, I will finish what I started.” The first thought in Harley’s head was to slap that Bat right across his chiseled face. But, nowadays, Harley actually could choose not to listen to the first thought that popped into her head, so she instead grumbled out, “Okay.”
As Batman got off the bed, he began the somewhat complex task of removing his suit. However, the armor was the furthest thing from his mind as he saw Harley sit up on her knees and began to sway about from side to side. She wiggled her hips and put a lot of focus to her very needy crotch as Bats took his time getting undressed. Harley whimpered as he still didn’t her much of a response, and then a lightbulb went off over her head. She then slipped her top off, leaving her in nothing but her mask, and like any good stripper, she soon made her boobies the stars of the show. As she wiggled about, she bounced those luscious orbs around her palms, and even made kissy faces at Batman. All of a sudden, she screamed briefly as he lunged at her. The next thing she knew, his arm was on the back of her neck, and her ass was once again in the air. True to his word, Batman told her to brace herself and brought his open palm back onto her ass.
*SMACK!*
*OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!*
Harley massive smile, listless tongue and crossed eyes were as much of an indication as the sudden stain on Bruce’s bedsheets that her punishment was definitely effective.
As she got into position, Batman tossed off his gloves and began to crack his knuckles. He didn’t need the armored gauntlets to dish out pain, and there was no way he was going to miss out on feeling Harley’s ass with his bare hands. Every snap of his knuckles made Harley tremble more and more. “No way in hell am I gonna be sitting down tomorrow.” She told herself, a thought that had her all the more eager to take what was to come. As Batman joined her on the bed, he raised up his arm, took precise aim, and slammed his palm down hard onto the pale and round globes that suddenly jiggled from his strike.
“AAH!” Harley cried out, the first of many loud noises she would make for the evening. Batman swatted her ass again, this time even harder than before. Already there were tears forming in the corner of Harley’s eyes, but she sucked it up and continued to receive blow after blow after blow to her round booty. The loud smack of every spanking rang throughout the room as prominently as Harley’s squeals, and the faintest of smirks began to appear on Batman’s face as he watched her round butt cheeks dance for him.
“Tell me how much of a twisted little nymph you are. Tell me!” He barked at her, making the latest outcry from Harley especially loud. Somehow, she managed to find both the strength and the breath between the ass slaps to say what he wanted to hear, “I’m a dirty bitch, Bats! I love this! My ass hurts so good, and I need more! Oh God, I want more!” By this point, Harley’s tongue was hanging out of her mouth, and she was beginning to pant and bark like the dirty bitch she was. The stinging that surged throughout her rump was now sending less pain throughout her, and instead had her juices running down her legs. She looked up at him as she took it like a big girl. The visage of the Dark Knight before her as he used his hammer of justice on her like so many criminals turned her on so much that she knew, any minute now, she was going to lose it. Batman knew this to, which was he suddenly stopped.
“What?!” Harley blurted out the second the blows stopped coming. She suddenly looked up at Batman, desperation and sorrow filling her once pleasure glazed eyes as she begged to know, “Why’d you stop?!” Batman actually chuckled at the sight of her, and told the former criminal, “You were starting to enjoy it. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I had continued. However, I am feeling a bit generous tonight, so I will make you a deal. If you dance for me while I get undressed, I will finish what I started.” The first thought in Harley’s head was to slap that Bat right across his chiseled face. But, nowadays, Harley actually could choose not to listen to the first thought that popped into her head, so she instead grumbled out, “Okay.”
As Batman got off the bed, he began the somewhat complex task of removing his suit. However, the armor was the furthest thing from his mind as he saw Harley sit up on her knees and began to sway about from side to side. She wiggled her hips and put a lot of focus to her very needy crotch as Bats took his time getting undressed. Harley whimpered as he still didn’t her much of a response, and then a lightbulb went off over her head. She then slipped her top off, leaving her in nothing but her mask, and like any good stripper, she soon made her boobies the stars of the show. As she wiggled about, she bounced those luscious orbs around her palms, and even made kissy faces at Batman. All of a sudden, she screamed briefly as he lunged at her. The next thing she knew, his arm was on the back of her neck, and her ass was once again in the air. True to his word, Batman told her to brace herself and brought his open palm back onto her ass.
*SMACK!*
*OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!*
Harley massive smile, listless tongue and crossed eyes were as much of an indication as the sudden stain on Bruce’s bedsheets that her punishment was definitely effective.
10 views
·
June 1
Log in to comment