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In the dark world of Gotham City, a forbidden desire burns between two infamous figures: Batman and Catwoman. Selina, also known as Miss Catwoman, knows all too well about Batman’s infatuation with her. And what better way to bargain with the solemn hero than by putting her in an enticing predicament?

“Batman!” she purrs seductively, her sultry voice echoing through the police radio airwaves. “I’ve got your pet kitty cat right here. Listen to her purr.” Selina glances at Harley, who holds the phone to her mouth. Gagged and moaning, Selina’s hands are delicately tied behind her back as she straddles a modified gymnast’s pommel horse. Nestled between her tensing thighs is a large, shiny baseball bat in Harley’s signature black and red colors, buzzing away with forbidden pleasure. “Oops, my apologies. She’s a little preoccupied with my special baseball bat, but I have a feeling she’s rather enjoying it.”

Selina manages to spit out her gag, frustration mingling with pleasure in her voice. “Fuck you, Harley! What the hell is this? Mmm…”

“Hey, bad kitty cat!” Harley lands a firm spank on Selina’s enticingly round derriere, the sound reverberating through the room. She twists the dial on the baseball bat to its maximum power. “Listen here, Batsy. How about a little trade? Hand over your sweet ride, the bat bike, and I promise to put an end to all this mischief-making nonsense. Pinky promise and all, puddin’!” Harley taunts, holding the phone toward Selina’s moaning lips, causing her to squirm with pleasure.

“Ooh fuck… yes, fuck… mmm…” Selina’s words dissolve into moans, her body succumbing to the waves of pleasure.

Harley giggles delightedly, abruptly pulling the phone away. “I know us girls can handle a lot, but even we have our limits. Imagine what would happen if I made her come over and over all throughout the night… We’d both go mad! But I think you can picture the consequences, can’t you, Batman?”

With a maniacal cackle, Harley slams the phone down, reveling in her mischievous victory. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she gazes at her helpless captive. “Oh my, kitty cat. All this moaning is starting to get me hot, you know?”

Moving her hands deftly, Harley glides them up and down Selina’s smooth latex catsuit, tracing every curve and accentuating her stunning figure. “And this new outfit, oh la la! It’s about time someone else joined me in wearing latex. Although, I must say, none can compare to my itty-bitty latex shorts. They just feel so good. I bet you were inspired by how amazing my ass looks in them, huh?” Harley playfully twirls, striking numerous poses to show off her outfit, her shorts barely containing her voluptuous behind. “Do you think this is too cheeky?” she teases, erupting into laughter.

Harley’s legs, strong and toned from her years of gymnastics, are encased in fishnet stockings that descend to her chunky boots. A harlequin-colored bralette completes her alluring ensemble. “You know, I think everyone gets hot under the collar when I show up to a fight dressed like this… don’t you agree?”

Throughout Harley’s monologue, Selina attempts to express herself but fails. Pleasure constantly morphs her words into seductive moans as wave after wave engulfs her.

“Harl… please… mmm…” Selina’s attempts at speaking are futile, as another orgasm forcefully interrupts her, her body rocking in pleasure.

Harley snaps out of her poses. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that with all your purring. Come on, baby, keep moaning into my ear. I want to hear you come again.”

“Harley, can you please… turn it down…” Selina finally manages to rasp, her voice laced with desperation.

Understanding Selina’s plea, Harley lowers the intensity of the baseball bat’s vibrations, allowing her to catch her breath. Selina takes a moment to compose herself. “Look, Harley, I know I mentioned enjoying this kind of kink, but it wasn’t an open invitation for all of this.”

Harley rolls her eyes playfully and groans in mock exasperation. “Aw, boo fucking hoo. Stupid Batman and his rules. Who cares? Selina, you’re way cooler than that boring fool!” She moves her face closer to Selina’s, her frown slowly transforming into a devious smile. “He doesn’t know you like I do.”

Harley cranks up her toy once again, and Selina can not help but cry out, her body writhing against the buzzing sensation. With her hands and feet still locked in position, resistance is futile.

“Mmmm, oh god, Harley. This is too much… I’ve already climaxed…” Selina manages to plead.

Harley grabs Selina’s mouth, inserting a finger inside. “Damn right, Selina. I know for a fact that Mr. Fuckman can’t make you feel the way I can. Tell me you don’t miss those wild nights.”

Selina’s eyes roll back as she instantly drops into subspace, instinctively succumbing to Harley’s touch. It has been months since she felt this sensation. Her resistance fades away, and a flood of delicious memories rushes back.

As Harley removes her finger from Selina’s mouth, a small moan escapes her, the remnants of their intimacy lingering. “Okay, Harley, you win. This feels incredible, and I’ve missed you.”

“Ha! I fucking knew it,” Harley exclaims triumphantly. “You still love me, don’t you?”

Harley strokes Catwoman’s head, her touch gentle and comforting. “Selina, I really like you. Let me think this over. If this is what will make you happy, I might be willing to bend certain rules…”

With a mischievous grin, Selina reaches over to take Harley’s hand, entwining their fingers. Harley leans in and kisses Selina’s cheek passionately, their foreheads touching. “Mmm, Selina baby, it’s good to have you back,” she murmurs, her voice filled with desire.

Their intimate moment is interrupted by a deep, gravelly voice resonating from the shadows. “Selina? What’s going on?” Batman’s presence is unmistakable.

Selina takes a deep breath, dismounting from Harley’s contraption, momentarily composed but still intoxicated by the pleasure they had just shared. “It’s mostly true, Batman. I can’t be the good girl you want me to be. If you still want to be with me, you have to accept my friends, no matter how bad they may seem.”

Reaching over, Selina holds Harley’s hand firmly, her gaze unwavering. Harley plants a tender kiss on Selina’s cheek, conveying her support. “Hmm… I like you a lot, Selina. Let me consider this. If this is what will truly make you happy, I might be willing to bend certain rules…”

“That’s the spirit, Batboy!” Harley exclaims, breaking the serious tone with her irreverent enthusiasm.

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