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Holding his prick steady with one hand, Dick grasped Harley’s hip with the other. He pressed himself forward. Harley’s asshole refused to surrender, for a moment, but Harley wanted it too much to quit and so did Dick. As Harley whinged and cursed and panted with the welcome pain, Dick finally popped into her sphincter. He didn’t relinquish the momentum, but kept delving into her, forcibly sheathing the entire length of his cock into her tight channel.

“Oh God!” Harley moaned. “My little ass… my tight little ass… I’m gonna think a’ you sodomizing me every time I sit down! I’ll remember what an anal bitch I am for you forever, Dickie!”

“You okay?” Dick groaned out, the pressure of her too-small ass around his cock almost unpleasant. He couldn’t imagine how it felt for her.

“I’m better than okay, I’m a nympho whore gettin’ fucking fucked in the ass!” Harley cheered.

She loved being cocked all the way to her bowels. It hurt, it had to hurt when he was so big and she was so little, but her anal muscles gave in soon. There was no denying his stiffened member. And without the painful clenching of her defeated muscles, there was only an insane pleasure.

Harley liked having a guy fuck her pussy, but it was meant to take cock. As hard as a man might dick her there, her cunt would still do what it was designed to do. But up her ass—oh, she could feel it there. She could get hurt. And she was so tight that a fucker like Dick could have no doubt that she was his totally submissive slut.

Harley reached a hand back and played her fingers over the lips of her cunt. She wondered: if Dick fucked her ass long enough, could she manage to come both there and up in her pussy?

“You’re a whore,” Dick repeated, with an unsteady laugh. Harley felt his eyes on her and it was like he was seeing her in a new light. “You don’t need understanding. You just need a man who treats you like the bitch that you are.”

“Yeah, baby!” Harley cried.

Taking hold of her hips, Dick began pumping his prick inside her. Each stab of his erection into her colon brought a trill of pleasure from Harley’s quivering lips. Even when he went too deep and it hurt, the pain felt good. The pain told that she was being fucked by a stallion, not a pony.

“That’s how to be nice to you,” Dick continued. “Fucking you. Making you come. Using you like a bitch in heat.”

“Yes, yes!” Harley chorused. “I need a real man like you! I need to be a real man’s cum dumpster! My ass needs to be his cock holster! I need to be his fuck slut twenty-four-seven!”

Harley kept working her fingers on her clit, pushing them inside herself, masturbating to her own shameless words almost as much as she was to Dick’s assault on her colon. When she pushed a finger far enough inside her, she felt Dick’s manhood neighboring her cunt.

“No more crime! If you ever break the law again, that’ll be the last time you get my cock!” Dick ordered, his gentle voice now commanding, irresistible.

With any other man, Harley would’ve kept up her stream of autoerotic babble, knowing it was about to get her off. With Dick, she shut up. Listening to him would do plenty to make her come.

“No, no, I’ll never be a bad girl again!” Harley promised him. “I’ll be good for you! Good for your cock! I’ll be your good little girl to fuck and come inside and drain your fat balls, oh yeah, I’ll never let those hairy balls fill up again! I’ll keep them looking like a pair of raisins under that big kosher sausage! Dickie!!”

Harley suddenly heard a noise coming from the direction of the entrance. She thought it was the jangle of the bell, but wasn’t sure. Maybe Dick was just fucking her so hard that the entire building was shaking. Or maybe the door had opened and closed again, letting in someone to see her with Dick up inside her beautifully fucked ass.

But she didn’t care. As long as Dick kept ass-fucking her, they could be in the middle of the Batcave, with the Bat’s hundred and one sidekicks getting a good peep at what a girl looked like when she decided she never wanted to be fucked in the pussy again.

Unless Dick decided to breed her.

“Fuck me!” Harley gasped at the thought. “Keep fucking me! Your cock belongs in every one of my holes!”

“Shit, Quinn—I can’t hold out much longer!” Dick grunted. “My balls feel like they’re in the middle of a spin cycle!”

Harley giggled, loving the analogy. “Go ahead, Dick! Do it! Come inside me!” she gasped, feeling her own orgasm ripple ahead of however much seed he managed to feed into her.

With her senses burning at their hottest, she rocked back and forth, all but jerking Dick off with her convulsing sphincter.

“AIIEEEE!” she shrieked, her pleasure coming to an awesome peak. Both the folds of her cunt and the muscles of her ass ran rampant, but only her anal muscles had something to focus on.

There was no pretending she hadn’t been totally ruined by Dick’s awesomely oversized erection, but she could still manage to suck out his cum.

“Unhhh!” Dick husked, knowing he had a few more seconds to pull back from his eruption, a few seconds before he totally gave into the urge that Harley’s bubble butt had put into him since the first time he’d seen it outlined in red and black.

Then he pounded her asshole, her intestines, all of her with his full strength. There was no point in holding back now. It was clear that for Harley, other men were no longer an option anyway.

“Take my cum, you dirty slut! Take this cock until it’s up in your filthy fucking mouth!”

His cum launched into her ass. Harley felt it stuffing her bowels, taking over her body, forming a bulge in her belly. As its voluptuous heat melted into her senses, her ecstasy pitched into the stratosphere.

It seemed to take an eternity before her exhaustion overtook her rapture. She went limp, panting for breath, and knew that Dick had used her ass as much as a woman’s hole could possibly be used.

“Oooohhh,” Harley whispered softly, feeling utterly satisfied for the first time since she’d left the Joker.

She didn’t have to give up the painful, demanding, brain-breaking deliciousness she’d found with Mistah J—she’d just needed to find a better dom. And now that she belonged to Dick, she’d be getting fucked every time she bent over, used every time she got that fat cock hard. Oh, yes, it wasn’t going to be her boss’s fantasy anymore. It would be their shared reality. And she planned to bend over an awful lot.

“Oh Jesus, you’re the best, Quinn… the fucking best…” Dick gasped, pumping his hips in one last stab to deposit the last of his seed in Harley’s bowels.

She crooned in pain—Ivy made like she was so smart, but she thought women had to be strong and independent and shit. She was so wrong, though. Women only needed that stuff when they didn’t have a guy with a big prick and lots of money to take care of them.

Dick pulled out, grunting as he came out of what tightness remained in her ass; probably as a result of the fact that his thick cock simply couldn’t physically fit inside such a small passage for long. Harley heard something drip to the ground.

“Shit, I gotta remember that you can still use condoms when you’re doing anal,” Dick said, his hands crushing Harley’s buttocks together.

She felt like laughing. There wasn’t any undoing that fuck, not now! She was going to be sleeping on her belly for the foreseeable future.

“Harley, go wash up. Then get a mop and, y’know…” She heard his belt buckle and open fly jangle as he tucked his cock away. “Hell, gonna need to buy new underwear too…”

“I’ll go shopping with you!” Harley announced excitedly. “We can get matching thongs.”

“Harley, I gave you an order.”

Harley snapped off a salute. “Yessirreebob, bossman! And let’s buy a buttplug while we’re at the store! It is so easy to clean up after if you just plug me once you’ve come in my ass. Sorta like putting the cap back on a milk jug before it goes back in the fridge.”

Dick sighed. “Harley, just make a shopping list. After you clean this jizz off the floor. God, what would a health inspector say if he came in here right now?”

“Probably ‘I knew she did anal’…”

***

The next night, Harley slipped into her waitressing uniform an hour early and biked to the restaurant. She wanted to have plenty of time with Dick—enough time to do anything he wanted. She made sure that her pink blouse was unbuttoned further than usual, just to give him some ideas of what he might want done.

But as soon as she got there, Harley knew that she was getting cock-blocked. Dick had a new waitress he was training. She wasn’t much more than a teenager, an emo girl the size of a top-pyramid cheerleader, probably right out of high school, with her pink hair up in moon buns.

It took Harley a moment to recognize her; Dick had hired Jinx.