Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

Oh dear. Ivy’s eyes flashed madly with power. What’s she discovered here? She started oh so few, yet so many minutes ago with a hard spanking to teach this brat a lesson and yet now has found an even more cruel way to truly punish Harley Quinn. She had her just where she wanted; wrapped around her finger and squealing for more pleasure. Her lips fixed in a permanent, crazed grin, Pamela oh-so-tauntingly slid her fingers back down, sliding them in the gap between Harley’s closed legs to pry them open gently. Further, and further… until she had a clear view of everything the clown had to offer, her dripping pussy just begging for more relief. Feeling quite the mean streak wash over her, Ivy lifted her fingers back up, strands of sexual juices still strung between her fingers as they drew nearer.

“You’d better not.” Ivy taunted. Just as quickly, her fingers plunged right back between Harley’s pussy, making themselves at home before she began to stroke inside her a second time. “Because if you do cum before I say you can?” She paused to giggle menacingly. Her fingers still at work circling around inside of Harley’s juicy womanhood, she knelt down, placing her lips mere inches from her coworker’s ear. “I’ll thrash you again. And this time, you won’t be so happy about it, pet…” She threatened. Leaning back, she pulled her fingers back out into the open with a wet ‘slorp!’ sound just before Harley might’ve climaxed, leaving her even more worked up yet unfulfilled.

“Now.” Ivy scowled, dropping her hand down to lay five fingers on Harley’s rosey rear. “Are you ready to take our plans seriously, so I can finish up here?” She asked. Raising her hand, she delivered a soft pat to Harley’s tush. “Or should I just leave you as you are, to finish the job yourself?” Ivy snarked.

Once again being rewarded with the skilled and thin fingers pleasuring such an intimate and soaking wet area, Harley let out a whimper; she enjoyed every moment of Ivy's massage inside of her because she knew very well of the possibility that her partner could stop at a moment's notice. Though this time the villain continued, continued despite Harley's mewls and squirms and moans of pleasure...she was close and the clown bit her lip harder than ever, she was finally going to get her release...!

"Nooooo!" Harley Quinn whined and kicked her legs in immediate retaliation, the orgasmic slowly fading away until she was once again itching for more contact. Despite the idea of getting a painful and unforgiving spanking from Ivy...the idea of getting thrashed after cumming hard over Ivy's lap only turned on the horny villainess even further, having not felt this submissive in so long if ever before.

Frustration. Desperation. These two things mixed together is what made Harley's response to Poison Ivy swift and without a moment of doubt. "I will! I promise I'll take it seriously, Red, I'll do it all by myself if I have to! Just p-please don't leave me like this!" The thought made her wiggle over the knees in fear.

It was a short-sighted plan, in retrospect; Ivy held Harley’s desires just out of her reach like a candy for a baby, but she knew the truth deep down. She just as badly wanted to plunge her fingers between the clown’s legs, rubbing her raw until she screamed her name in satisfaction; to deny that to Harley would be to deny herself. It was for both their sakes as her partner in crime agreed to taking their jobs more seriously; so with a sigh, Ivy let her cruel smile return as she nodded satisfactorily. “Good girl.” She spat. “Now…”

Raising her two fingers, she slid them down Harley’s bottom and made themselves at home right between her legs once again. Easing her way inside, she started softly, massaging her fingers in a teasing motion inside of Harley Quinn’s nethers; and eventually, started to pick up speed. She became aggressive, and then more; starting to rub in circles as she came closer to rubbing her new partner’s most sensitive side, a sinister giggle escaping her lips. “Things are going to change around here, aren’t they?” She asked, awaiting Harley’s response as her rubbing slowed down; just to pick right back up after hearing what she liked. “When you’re good, this is what you can look forward to.~” Ivy giggled again.

“But when you’re not…” Raising her palm, Ivy laid down two hard smacks to both of Harley’s cheeks, the new impacts making her round butt jiggle on collision and only stirring Ivy’s fingers in-between her privates in a new way. “You can be expecting much more time over my knee…” She threatened. “And it will not be so fun for you.” She stopped one more time. “Understood…?”

Happy with what she heard in reply, Ivy nodded. Without warning, she dipped her fingers in even deeper, tempted to try and fit a third as she gave Harley everything she wanted and more. “Now, cum for me, you dirty slut! Stop holding back!” Sweat dripped from her forehead as she bit down on her lip, the clown’s moans of pleasure alone fueling her fervor as Ivy delivered well on her promise. “Give in to me!”

"Nnngh!" Just like the day at the prison, Harley Quinn felt herself squirming wildly thanks to the hand of Poison Ivy...although this time it was for a completely different reason. Loud moans filled the small shack as the clown gyrated in pleasured exaggeration; finally receiving the constant motion of pleasure that she was so desperately in need for!

The firm slaps that only reignited the sting on her pink butt cheeks made her cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that confused the villainess on which one was which! She began to give out quick pants and felt her orgasm inching closer and closer. "Yes Red! You're the b-boosss! I'll be good I promise...b-but please spank me more, spank your naughty girl, Red!" She cried out before her body suddenly became stiff.

All it took was Pamela's firm voice as well as the continued thrusting of her fingers for Harley to let out a high pitch squeal as a wave of pleasure flowed through her. The woman squirmed wildly, the teasing having been nothing but painful at first but now doing wonders in increased the wonderful feeling now as she came hard onto her partner's fingers. After what felt like a period that was much too short, Harley felt her body go limp as she did her best to catch her breath and recover from this new experience that had left her in what could only be described as a submissive state of mind.

Temptation turned to interested, and so while she continued to rub Harley raw with a new morbid curiosity, she slipped her third finger between her legs and viciously caressed her clown companion’s womanhood. Gone was any reservations about such a sexual relationship with her partner, no matter how sexy (if it weren’t for how annoying) she was - Ivy was mad with power, and had every intent on seeing just how far she could take things. Being told to ‘spank her more?’ That was an order, and Ivy didn’t take orders. Being told Harley was her ‘naughty girl?’

That did it.

Not wasting a second, Ivy brought her hand up to her mouth, smacking her lips across her fingers and delivering a deep, red kiss that left lipstick stains on her palm; from there, she cast it over her head, her other fingers still busy burrowed inside Harley’s pussy as she drove her hand down and smacked it straight across the clown’s already red cheeks. Smack! Her fingers ruptured into her flesh and sent ripples across her tempting tushy, even traces of red lipstick left behind after the blow. “I’ll hold you to that… naughty harlot!” Ivy scoffed in return, not even focusing on her rubbing now. Until…

Her attention was drawn right back; with the flow of sticky, wet substance coursing across her fingers, quickly she pulled out as if by instinct. Her eyes flew to her fingers to find those wet strands connecting back to Harley’s pussy, dripping wet and throbbing red by now after so much abuse before. Her pupils shrunk as her brow creased upwards. Only then did what she was doing finally settle in. “You-!...” She muttered again, slipping from her character after such a surprise… and then, she went silent.

...to think. Such a miserable partner she had been, and such an awful first meeting; only to come this far with Harley, so fast? Ivy didn’t know what to think. How could it come so… naturally to make love to Harley like this? Surely her own aphrodisiacs must’ve gotten to her… surely… it wouldn’t be the first time! Clearing her throat, Ivy sat back. “...there.” She mumbled, a bit unsure of herself now. “That should have you behaving, if not sitting uncomfortably, until next… time…”

At the sound of the seductresses's voice, Harley perked her head up and turned upwards to face her...was the dominant villain showing a bit of hesitation now that the spanking had finished post orgasm? Even though her sore and very red bare buns were throbbing and the clown could probably sleep for hours after experiencing one of her most fulfilling and pleasurable climaxes of her life...her eyes practically glowed at the mention of 'next time.'

"Of course, Red, I'll be a very good girl until next time...maybe you'll be on the receiving end in that case." She spoke softer than usual, the woman admittedly still slightly flustered herself after being fingered and spanked into such a submissive state mere seconds ago; though at the same time, the idea of making Poison Ivy even slightly embarrassed or caught off guard with how confident the spanker was early was much too tempting for the trouble maker.

And so Harley Quinn swiftly lifted her body up, turned towards Pamela, and scooted as far up her legs as she possibly could. This left Harley in a position where she sat on Ivy's lap while facing her, faces inches apart, although the pale villainess's sore butt was hanging in the air and luckily avoiding any contact which would enhance the sting that was already there.

With her target caught off guard, Harley went in for the kill and brought her lips smashing against Ivy's own in a firm embrace that left sparks inside of her body. She wrapped her lips tightly against her partner's for a few seconds which felt all too short before pulling away with a small huff...while wearing an obvious grin, she brought her arms around the red head's neck to keep herself from falling backwards.

"So what now? Am I one of those little henchmen of yours since I kissed ya?"

Ivy’s switch from confident succubus to confused, haughty prude came within the blink of an eye; and yet, those two personalities seemed at combat for how she should feel about Harley sprawled over her lap like this, her juicy pussy still throbbing after such a thorough exploring by her own three fingers, well-incriminated by the strands of liquid still connecting back to between Harley’s legs. Harley, on the other hand… seemed to be taking it much better.

Although the thought of being spanked herself - again, cough cough - made Ivy turn her chin up with the already maroon blush on her cheeks only growing deeper, she did feel her nerves at ease… if only a little bit. Harley wasn’t bothered, after all - and if she wasn’t intimidated by this new, frightening, yet oddly enticing development, neither was she! “Oh, is that so…” She mumbled to herself, though her heart stopped pounding if only for a few seconds. A deep breath escaped her lips.

Those same lips were completely unprepared for what Harley would do next; feeling the clown moving so fast and nimbly A, after being fingered to a climax, and B, after threatening to spank her herself, Ivy was already on the defensive; but she wasn’t fast enough to thwart Harley’s plans. Luckily for the both of them, she had no such intention to - after figuring out just what those plans were, of course.

Eyes wide, Ivy lurched back as Harley’s lips were forced onto hers, her breath stolen by the kiss before she even had time to melt into it… yet with Harley pulling away, Ivy would settle back down, her hands sliding around Harley’s waist to keep her safely held up almost by instinct. “You…” She gasped for breath, pupils shrunk as she thought things over this quickly. “You-!...”

Harley just… kissed her?! This relationship was moving faster than she feared! And was she ready for it or not? Ivy didn’t know. All she did know was… that she wanted another.

“Oh, shut up.” Ivy growled, just before she moved in herself; sliding her lips right back onto Harley’s before she could make another complaint, fully prepared this time as she closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around her new partner’s; and there she held it, for at least three seconds, embracing Harley’s warmth as she melted slowly into her kiss. Her hands wrapped themselves into cupping Harley’s cheeks and giving them a nice, tight squeeze mid-kiss. Finally, she broke again. Her brow rose. “You’ve always been my henchmen.” She snarked. Giving Harley two firm pats on her rear, Ivy nodded her head sideways as if telling Harley to stand. “Now, up you go.” She demanded.

“We have a cat to catch.”

While Harley Quinn was more than pleased to have clearly caught the normally dominant Poison Ivy off guard with a kiss, the clown herself was caught off when instead of another swat, her partner connected lips with her again immediately afterwards!

Though the shock wore off in moments, the villainess smirking ever so slightly during the kiss and returning it as they locked lips ever so tightly. The pain inducing squeezing of her ass earned a yip out of Harley which soon after turned into a sultry moan as she felt herself become aroused all over again even after their previous experience. Even though it felt like it ended much too soon, the woman felt Pamela pull away and give her warning pats on her rear.

"Of course, Red~" Harley grinned as she slowly stood up and kept eye contact for a moment. "I'll go get ready!" She smiled, heading back to her room quickly while rubbing her bottom furiously.

***

It didn't take very long for Harley to change into a new suit that was practically a direct copy of her previous however in a color that was pure black, quite similar to the cat that they had their eyes set on. The shorts were quite tight on her sore buns however the reminder of the special spanking she'd gotten from Red made the sting more than worth it!

"I'm reeeeady!" Harley called out while taking a step out of her room and doing a little twirl for her partner. "Whaddya think?"

It took some arranging, getting Harley’s thugs to respond to someone who wasn’t the clown girl herself. Lazy good-for-nothings called her an assortment of unflattering names, mostly having to do with the color of her pale cheeks (which were sitting at a cool green right now, for the record) and only testing her patience further. But it had finally worked itself out, and two expendables were stationed right outside the museum, just on time… and with no idea that they were being used as bait.

Hard enough work that Ivy’s eyes stared up and at the wall with the greatest showing of pure cynicism just hearing Harley re-enter the room. But, not one to disappoint her partner, Ivy stood up, crossing her arms and looking to what she was supposed to be evaluating…

Ooh. Much less colorful than usual… save for the glimpse at the undercurves Ivy could peek at as she spun around. A smirk grew on her face. “Hm.” She muttered, pausing to wonder if it was worth it to risk complimenting Harley on anything… but she came to. “I dare say I like it.” She sighed. “Fitting for our mission… and letting anyone who does see us know just who owns who.” Ivy even finished her sentence with a wink.

She WAS getting too close, wasn’t she? No more time to waste. Her smile faded. “Let’s go.”

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“So do we gotta answer to that green-skinned bimbo now, too? Huh?” The thick accent of a husky, bearded man asked as he strained a bent crowbar against the fast lock of the museum door. “Ssh! Keep it down, Frank! We’re not alone out here, after all…” His coworker quickly hushed him. “Pfft.” ‘Frank’ shrugged up, but with a ‘TWANG!,’ the door finally came loose. “Jackpot. Whadda they need this diamond for, anyway?”

“We don’t ask questions, bozo. We get answers!” His partner chastised him, but Frank merely rolled his eyes in response. The two thugs moved into the first room of the museum - and sure enough, there it was. Red ropes. Glass case. A shining, massive jewel; in nearly untouched condition, despite it’s previous robbing attempt. And with no security guards left conscious to guard it, it was theirs for the taking. “Easy in, easy out.” The criminal scoffed as the duo equipped their crowbar, stepping up to the glass case. ‘Frank’ winded his weapon back, ready to smash it open…

‘Thwip!’ Before he’d get the chance, the burly man would feel something holding his crowbar back - a single glance and he’d seen a black whip coiled around his tool. “Huh?!” He gasped. “Yar!” In surprise, he wasn’t prepared to hold onto his weapon as it was yanked straight from his hands, flying up toward the ceiling where a masked figure held a coiled whip, taking the weapon in hand. “Shit! It’s the bat!” His partner grunted while stepping up, arms already prepared to fight.

“Oh, it’s not him…” A feminine voice instead called back from the shadows, a cocky smirk emerging along with two pointed ears on her mask. “But you’ll find I bite just as hard.”

A large smile was evident on Harley's face at Ivy's compliment towards her darker outfit. Even the last comment that left the slightest hint of a blushe on the woman's face resulted in the grin growing even wider...it was even possible that she didn't mind that possibility as much as she would have before breaking out of Arkham.

***

Harley Quinn was smart, athletic, and extremely talented at being a villain in Gotham. However the downside to creating a detailed and delicate plan such as this one was...she had a much greater preference towards creating a big show and that lead to nothing but impatience.

"Reeed, how much longer?" Harley whined in a whisper, currently hidden beside her red headed partner. They were supposed to be silently watching the scene occurring in the enclosed room, consisting of the expensive jewel Cat Woman currently had her feline eyes on, from the monitor that gave only black and white images of the multiple security cameras in the other room.

These complaints and bored groans coming from the clown had been continuing for quite a while now and Harley wouldn't be surprised if Pamela was just as grateful as she was once the plan began to go into action. Harley bit her lip with her eyes glued on the screen...there! The cat revealed herself with her eye glowing with confidence and without any hint of suspicion to their evil plan.

Harley suddenly stood up, jumping up and down in her pure black suit excitedly. "Let's go now, Red!" She whispered, tugging lightly on her partner. They were technically supposed to wait until Cat woman had gotten the prized possession and nearly escaped to strike when Selina's guard was as low as possible but Harley was tired of waiting and didn't want to miss her chance!