-Chapter 2

Later, sore and tired, Bruce limped into his mansion. 'Threefold Love?' He thought. 'Surely that can only mean one thing. Or rather, three particular sex acts.' He mentally sighed. 'For the greater good then.' He stopped suddenly, Aphrodite had said the first was in his room. He ran for the room, his mind running through every contingency and possibility. He stopped at the door, easing it open.

Earlier

Harley had made it past the yards' booby traps, naked of course. He he He, booby traps. She shook her own perky boobies thinking of the joke. She had slunk past the cameras, slipped past the dog, and with a split, flipped over the wall. 'I know I tried to shoot his friend, but maybe if i let him spank me, all would be forgiven? Worked for mistah j. Then again mistah j only beat me, he never did do anything more. I devoted myself to him, offered him everything, yet I'm still only a virgin.' She slut-strutted into the master bedroom, rolling her hips, thrusting her tits out. For a moment, dr. Quinzell again surfaced in her consciousness. 'This man is an orphan. His nighttime lifestyle is great for the world at large but I worry about how good it is for him. He is a fair, but brutal man. Maybe the love and devotion of a suitably submissive female will soften the edges. Im 23, still young, still attractive. Maybe it'll even help atone for trying to shoot Wonder Woman.' Then Harley came back. 'Plus I really need him to fuck me.'

"Brucie! I got an apology for ya. I'm sorry I shotchya." She simpered, with a sex kitten pout. Suddenly, as she neared the bed, she was swept up in a metal linked net. Try as she might, she couldn't escape. "Grrrrrr! Aw poop!"

Later

Bruce eased open the door, not knowing what to expect. The sight that met his eyes both aroused and infuriated him. Harley was stark naked in his contingency net, suspended from the ceiling. She was asleep, her blonde hair put up in pigtails, a cute line of drool running from slack lips. Bruce couldn't help but notice her perky c-cups rising and falling with each breath, the flesh of her pert cheerleaders ass pressing through the mesh of the net. He could see the thick thatch of her blonde pubic hair, protecting the treasure between her legs. He felt himself grow hard. 'Of course. The jester.' Thought Bruce. He walked up to her, putting his face next to hers. She flew awake, with a panic.

"H-hello brucie. Or should I say batman?"

"Good evening harleen. May I ask why you are in my bedroom in the middle of the night? Or maybe, WHY YOU SHOT ME?!"

"W-w-w-well, imherebecauseishotyoutotallyonaccidentididntreallymeanitiswearididntevenreallywannashootwonderbroadijustgotreallyjealousimsorry!!!!!! I just wanted to make it up to you bman. I've been a bad girl, but I can be good if you want." Bruce's mind raced. No matter what possible actions he tried, the lasting thought was the visions Aphrodite had shown him. He resolved himself.

"If you want to make it up to me, I have an idea. If you are bound to me, if you are mine and mine alone, we can make the world better. And I'll forgive you for shooting me."

The response he received was immediate, emphatic and enthusiastic.

"Really???!!! I'll do it! Waddoo I gotta do?"

Cutting her down, he stripped off his clothes and looked her in the eyes.

"Suck my cock." Smiling happily, she dove for him, taking half his length in one gulp.

She ran her lips up and down his shaft, every now and then attempting a deep throat before gagging and coughing. Bruce began to use her pigtails to help her get deeper. Suddenly, Harley began cumming, the shock of it driving the full massive length down her throat. The sudden tightness brought him over the edge and he shot his first load down her gullet. A pink light engulfed them, linking them. Rather than a normal recovery, Bruce found himself fully aroused yet again.

"Wow lover boy, ready to go again already? Here, lemme give ya another head trip."

Bruce was inflamed, his blood on fire. A blowjob wouldn't be enough this time.

"No. On your hands and knees. Now. I have to."

"B-but... brucie im a virgin... I've never... I mean I'm..."

"Now!"

"Y-yes sir..."

She bent over, arching her back, thrusting her ass out. Bruce moved behind her like a shot, running the tip of his head through her drenched folds. Harley herself was awash in a fog of lust, her arousal dripping down her thighs. She quivered, knowing that Bruce was behind her, about to take what no man ever had, about to make her his. She felt the sharp sting as the blunt head started to spread her open. Bruce gritted his teeth. She was tight! He'd never had anyone this tight. She was like a vise, squeezing him. Every inch was a battle, forcing his way up her tight passage. Finally he encountered her barrier, she wasn't lying. Virgin cunt! Was there anything better? Harley was lost, the pain and pleasure mixed to send her to a small place in herself where she just felt really good. She gasped though, when he bumped against her hymen. He pulled back and bumped it again, then again, tearing through it as if it was never there. In one fell swoop, he was buried to the balls inside her.

"Oh god!!!" Both voices called out as one. He held himself deeply within her, letting her adjust. Harley felt one heavy hand grip her hip, then another. Her stomach clenched in anticipation and a little fear. Bruce grinned, then picked up the pace, thrusting himself inside her slick cunt, his balls mashing her clit with each stroke, his massive organ forcing her walls apart, firing every nerve ending as she was ridden like an animal. Harley quickly came to a massive, quaking orgasm, her cunt clenching around Bruce's cock, milking it like a greedy mouth. Bruce buried himself, holding his crown next to her womb as she crested her cum.

"Good?"

"Good! More please brucie! Pleeease!!! F-feels so good." With that, Bruce gave her ass a slap, then began pounding her pussy like he owned it. And if he was being honest with himself, he did own it. It was his pussy. Harley was his woman. His alone. No other man had ever or would ever touch her now. Her bubble butt rippled as he slammed his hips into her again and again and again. Harley felt it rising again, surging from the bottom of her stomach, tingling from her fingers and toes to explode deep in her cunt again. She squealed out her second orgasm, rearing back to kiss her master, her lover, her Bruce. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, holding her close to him as he still held himself deep inside her.

"See? Being my good girl isnt so bad, is it?"

"I'll be your good girl brucie! I promise! Please just give me more! I need it!"

With a growl, he began slamming her again, pulling out to the tip, then slamming to the balls again and again. He felt her building up again, he knew the signs of her body at this point, but he also knew his own. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as he ravaged her body again and again. She crested her third peak as he slammed home one final time, with a roar, he blasted her insides with his thick seed. A red light engulfed the two spent lovers. As he slipped out of her swollen snatch, his cock again rose rampant from his lap. 'Threefold Love it is then.'

"Ok Harley. Almost done. One last hole to claim and you're mine forever."

"W-wait, what???"

With little preamble, he eased his thick cock into her tight, tiny asshole. She screamed, drumming her feet against the floor as she felt the massive invader push its way up her back passage.

"I'm sorry Harley, but I have to."

"I-it's ok master. That's yours too, just pretty please go slow?"

She slowly adjusted, and when the bond told him she was ready, he began to move inside her, in and out, again and again. Reaching down, he began circling her clit with his thumb, using his and her cum to lubricate her slit. Soon she began rocking back and forth as he penetrated her, throwing her ass back at him. The bond eased the pain, turning it to pleasure as her master fucked her ass. She knew she was his. She loved the way she felt, the way he made her feel. Finally she felt like a woman, dominated, taken, fucked. She felt smug, she had made her man cum with her mouth, her cunt, and soon her ass. Mistah j never made her feel like this. Never made her feel wanted and desired and filled. She could feel his seed dripping from her violated cunt. Maybe she could give him children! If only Red could feel like this. Master would love Red. Wait! That's it! She could give Red to her new master!!! The thought of Ivy's long red hair tossing in pleasure on Bruce's fat cock drove her over the edge and she came hard.

"Naughty! Little! Slut! Came! With! A! Fat! Cock! Up! Your! Ass! Graaaaaaaarrrrrgh!!!" The sight of his new blond slut coming on his cock drove him over the edge for the third and, mercifully, final time. A blinding white light engulfed them both, a chain of brilliant light ran from Bruce's wrist to her neck, enchaining her neck, waist, wrists and ankles. A white glowing band appeared on her left ring finger. The words suddenly flooded both their minds: through the sharing of Threefold Love, she becomes bonded to you, her life dedicated to yours.

"I love you Bruce. Forever. My body is yours. I promise. Whatever you want, I'll give it."

"Pretty Harley. You're mine now. Mine. Forever. We will build a new life together. But there must be others. Five other women. We have a world to save. But first, you wore me out woman. Let's get some sleep."

"Yes master" She said with a giggle. "But I'm pretty sure you wore me out." He picked her up and carried her to bed before climbing in next to her. He kissed her goodnight, then curled her against him, her back to his front, his hands cupped possessively over her cunt and a breast. Smiling, happy for the first time in his life, Bruce fell deeply asleep.

Harley gave a loud, childlike yawn, then snuggled her ass against her master's crotch, then fell fast asleep.

Diana rolled onto her back. 'Merciful gods! What in hades was that?!' Her thighs glistened with her arousal, her nipples stiff and chafed, as if they had been sucked on. Her virgin cunt felt deliciously sore, her asshole was hot and clenching on nothing. A salty sweet taste filled her mouth. She had been fast asleep when it started; her cunt suddenly flooded itself, then she felt it. A phantom cock, monstrous in its proportions, slid its way up her slit, fucking her to three earth shattering orgasms. It had then pulled out, only to spear her asshole, fucking her to a fourth mindbending cum. She felt herself, her finger sliding off of her hymen. Still intact. What sorcery was this? She lay back, exhausted. She would figure it out in the morning.

Weeks passed. Harleen and Bruce fell into a rhythm as they grew used to each other. They would wake up together, around nine, make breakfast, work out, spar, eat lunch, take care of business at Wayne enterprises, then home for evening prep, dinner and a patrol. They'd get home around two or three, fuck like the world was ending tomorrow, then collapse in bed together. Harley's pussy had quickly acclimated to its nightly invader, she felt almost no pain anymore, once he got in. She was still inhumanly tight, and Bruce's mammoth organ was always a struggle to take. At first. But Bruce was relentless and merciless. And he always took what was his. Harley loved it. Her ass, however, was another story. Every time was a bitter fight for entry. She was more than willing but her body simply couldn't handle it. Much. Bruce had fucked her ass only a couple times since then. Harley loved that too, but she was always out of commission for days afterward. Alfred accepted her pretty easily, but he always had a smirk on his face when she couldn't sit down for breakfast.

Patrol was something else too. She had kept the 'harley quinn' name, but it had become 'harlequin'. Bruce had given her a skintight, red and black costume almost identical to her old one, but layered with armor fabric that could stop bullets. Instead of a belt, she had a large mallet. She had squealed with childlike glee when he had given it to her, and she was still figuring out all the functions. She had thus far figured out it was a grappling hook, escape smoke emitting, helicopter having, spring loaded wonder toy and she loved it.

Currently, Bruce had pinned Harley to the bed, her arms above her head, her legs spread wide, her knees pressing against her tits. She was impaled on his cock, lost in slut-space again. She could feel every ridge and vein of Bruce's massive organ as he slid in and out, in and out, in and out, stretching her open, mashing the opening to her womb with every thrust. She felt his heavy balls slapping against her upturned ass as her nipples rubbed the smooth skin of her thighs. She felt powerful from her position of absolute submission. She was giving herself fully to him, showing her devotion, again affirming that she was his. He pounded her relentlessly, his stamina and focus meaning he could maintain this pace for hours. He had once fucked her for six hours, and by the time he finally came deep inside her, she was loopy on a level that made her normal demeanor seem sane. Indeed she was more and more 'dr. Quinzell' instead of 'ms. Quinn.' But now she was simply 'slut'. She could take everything he could give. She lived for it.

As Bruce once again drove into the hot, tight slickness of his Harley's pussy, he reflected. Harley had blossomed under his ownership. The girl had become more grounded, the stability of his dominant male personality giving her a rock to rebuild her shattered psyche on. And yet she still retained her childlike innocence, the simple joy of a small gift, the openness of her eyes, the unabashed abandon of her laugh. She had grown on him. And he had to admit, he was happier himself. He suddenly realized she was cumming again, groaning under him, the lewd sight of her grinding her hips into him setting him off too, and with a deep grunt, he flooded her for the hundredth time.

"Hey brucie.." panted harley.

"Mmm?" Said Bruce, aftershocks still forcing spurts out of him and into her.

"I had a funny thought. You're a biker. A bat biker." She said with a grin.

"And why... huff huff... is that?"

"You fight crime in a skintight rubber suite and you ride a harley." Bruce couldn't help it, he started to chuckle. Harley's heart fluttered, he had a nice chuckle. And she had finally gotten him to laugh.