Hiya, Mista J! (Suicide Squad)

“Wakey, wakey Mr. J!” a shrill and piercing voice called, circling around the unconscious and naked man as he slowly came to. The Joker’s vision was blurry, and his mouth was gagged, his body stripped and laid spread eagle across a bedspread. As he realised where he was, he struggled briefly, before glancing upwards, his blood boiling as he realised just who had rendered him in such a humiliating position.

            Harley bounced around into his view, the girl half naked with her rather large and busty chest bouncing with every move she made. She had her red and blue jacket on though not much else as hanging over her tiny little pair of shorts was her weapon of choice. She had her bat slung across her shoulders, but the Joker knew instantly that was just for show. For hung around her waist was a rather large strapon, thick and leering closer and closer as she playfully waved her hips back and forth, grinning madly as she did so. Why did he have to choose the mad one? Her long fishnet stockings clung sexily to her creamy white legs, running her and rounding into her plump bubble butt.

            “Hiya Mr. J! See, I’ve grown a little bored with being spanked and fucked for a couple minutes every night and thought we could spice it up a little!” she smiled, dropping her bat and wrapping both her hands around her thick plastic cock, gently waving it back and forth and she inched nearer and nearer to the Joker’s face, the tip running along his sharp jawline, “And well, the boys and I thought that it was time for a change in leadership, so here I am! Get ready for Harley, baby!”

            The Joker tried to wrestle his way out of the bonds, but Harley knew better than to leave them loose enough for him to escape. Despite their relationship, fucking him with a strapon was worthy a bullet in the head and nevertheless, Harley found herself sporting the rather large appendage. She smacked it back and forth across his face, toying with him as he winced and closed his eyes. A part of her wanted to unhook the gag and plunge the toy deep into his throat. Not out of anger or disdain, but simply because her fantasy was to see him choking on her cock. He never would allow it otherwise, so she figured why not take the opportunity now. But her hole of choice was far dryer and a lot tighter.

Strolling out of view of the Joker, she ran her hands across her pert and taut arse cheeks, prying them apart to reveal his tight little rear entrance, perfect and ready for a good hard fucking. Like he tried to give her, but ultimately failed at. She was a power bottom and he… well he was a done in five kind of guy. Clambering onto the bed, she straddled his thin and toned arse, slapping the thick strapon down between his cheeks and slowly thrusting back and forth, dragging the plastic across his entrance as she moaned to herself. She dribbled a mouthful of saliva down onto the strapon, using his cheeks to lubricate the length before angling the tip against his hole and purring in his ear, “Here comes the train, Mr. J!”
            With one swift and steady push, she lodged the first quarter of the strapon deep into his untouched arse, groaning to herself as she watched his tight little hole swallow her cock diligently. She didn’t feel much pleasure aside from the inside of harness rubbing her pussy, but the satisfaction of impaling the man who had caused her so much pain and ‘pleasure’ was delicious enough for her. She draped her body across his, her breasts pressing against his back as she gently eased her crotch downwards, forcing inch after inch of plastic deep into his defenceless rear, his groans of discomfort silenced by the gag in his mouth. The blonde slut moaned into his ear, gently nibbling as his neck as he seethed with anger, plotting the man things he was going to inflict upon her as soon as he escaped. Meanwhile he had to contend with the painful rod plunging deeper and deeper into his asshole.

Eventually, she bottomed out, pressing her crotch against his bum and moaning to herself as she filled him to the brim with twelve inches of solid strapon. His groans were muffled, but in her disillusioned mind, she took them as moans of approval, gently humping his bum as she slid a couple inches back and forth, lifting her bum up and down with the soft smacking of flesh filling the room. She had no idea how his cock was affected, but she didn’t care. The whole point of sliding her strapon into his arse was for her own pleasure and that pleasure was purely from watching her beloved Mr. J.’s hole flex and spasm around her cock. She didn’t care if he went through a dozen orgasms or none, she was going to slam her shaft in and out of his arse until grew tired of it.

The Joker, immobilised, was at the girl’s mercy, his ass being torn in two by her enormous choice of strapon. It didn’t matter that the occasional burst of pleasure surged through his body as her cock ground against his prostate as that was nothing compared to the shifting plastic cock that was stretching his hole to new extremes and humiliating him. He felt his cock twitching beneath him, rather pitifully dribbling a few strands of cum onto the bedspread out of a natural reaction. Despite his best efforts, he felt himself hardening once again as she thrust back and forth, hammering again and again, her hips crashing against his arse, filling the room with smacks. She grabbed his hair, tugging it back as she got into it, breathing heavily and pounding into him like a jackhammer.

Three hours. She continued to thrust into him for three hours, both of them growing a thin layer of sweat and the cum stain beneath the Joker growing bigger and bigger. She took a few breaks to pull her cock out of him and playfully drag it back and forth across his face, taunting him. She fought every urge to pull the gag out and fuck his throat, knowing that he would hurl abuse at her. She much preferred the unlikely alternative that he was taking to it and was silently enjoying it. Much to her surprise, the copious amounts of cum played up to her fantasy and though the Joker would never admit it, there was a part that silently enjoyed it. Then again, he didn’t have much choice, for as soon as she was done, she plucked the cock from his ass, gave him a spank and disappeared through the door leaving him with nothing but simple wiggle of her perfect bubble butt. This… This was his life now. The famous Joker… a human butt-slut…