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“Stick your finger in my ass!” Sasha moaned, again pressed down underneath Jason, her belly to his, feeling the warmth of her own cream trickle down to her anus.

Jason reached under her and slid his finger into her reluctant, resisting sphincter. He fucked her with both his prick and finger, stretching and filling both holes to suit him.

Sasha’s body went out of control. Every muscle flexed and tensed as a hot wave of orgasmic feeling screamed out of her pussy. “Now give it to me in my ass! Fuck my ass with your cock!” she screamed.

“And stop fucking this tight pussy?” Jason laughed.

“Please! Please fuck me in the ass!”

“Alright, baby. Daddy will give his little Scarlet whatever she wants…”

Jason wasn’t about to take his prick out of Sasha’s deliciously tight sex, even to ass-fuck her. Instead, he pressed two fingers into her accepting asshole—slipping them back out only to fuck them back in again. When he withdrew them once more, pulling his fingertips to the throbbing entrance of her rectum, he added another finger to the fuck and slid three into her.

“Yes, like that!” Sasha squealed, her ass writhing around on his pumping fingers. “Fist my ass! Fist your ass like you’re fucking my cunt!”

Jason wore a fierce grin at how gleefully she’d accepted being sodomized, but otherwise, he kept fingering her ass, stretching the puckered hole wide with his knuckles while still pumping away at her cunt. Ably distracting Sasha from the discomfort of having her asshole opened up. Until he decided Sasha’d had enough time to get used to the idea.

Now he shaped his fingers into a cone and pushed them all at once against her anus. Sasha’s mouth gaped, probably looking a lot like her asshole as Jason pushed and angled until his fist was resting inside her dark, tight rectum. Her sphincter—if it could still be called that when it’d failed so utterly to keep him out—locked around his wrist, sucking like a hungry mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Sasha gasped, her face contorted with pain but trembling with pleasure. She knew Jason’s hand was in her ass, but she kept feeling his giant cock slamming into her pussy too. It left her not knowing what she was experiencing—only that she was Jason’s Scarlet, as she’d always wanted to be.

Carefully, watching her delirious face every moment, Jason spread his fist open, moving slowly in the space of Sasha’s bowels until he could feel the motion of his cock through her body. He stretched out his fingers and felt it as he pumped into her, with his hand in her ass and his prick in her cunt. The feeling was indescribable.

Sasha couldn’t believe it either. She moaned and cried out in tortured ecstasy. Feeling Jason’s fist and his member at the same time was too much for her, but she kept feeling both, ganging up on her fragile mind without mercy.

“Don’t worry, Scarlet baby. Daddy’s almost done.” Jason lunged his body forward, impaling Sasha with his cock, making her as desperately full with it as she was with his hand. Then she felt the first rumblings of his erection, quivering into the untested tightness at the back of her pussy.

“Oh baby!” Jason groaned, grinding his hips into the nice saddle that Sasha’s spread thighs made for him. As he moaned, Sasha’s pussy was filled with a soothing, delicious heat, hot cum spurting deep inside her. “Oh baby!” Jason cried again and again, with each spurt of his jism.

They both shared one last jolt of satisfied pleasure, then it was over and they lay there gasping for air. Jason pulled his hand from Sasha’s ass, smugly feeling it tighten up a smidge now that he was done with it. Otherwise, her anus still gaped open, testament to how he had used it.

“Christ, that was wonderful,” Sasha sighed. “Don’t take your cock out yet. Not yet, not ever! I want it inside me forever!”

Jason chuckled lightly, enjoying what a whore Sasha was being now that she’d had a taste of his prick. He couldn’t get it up again yet, but he made the motions, slightly rolling his hips against hers while he kissed her, gently and slowly, but still with some passion as their hearts slowed down from the fever pitch they’d been at.

For almost an hour, they lay together, hardly moving. Jason stiffened up again, fucked her again, and they kissed some more. When he was soft, he explored her with a gentleness that was as passionate as their fucking, and when he was hard, he used her like the whore he’d turned her into.

One last fuck and Jason emptied himself into Sasha’s pussy even more thoroughly than they had before. They lay still. Sasha had definitively taken all the ferocity Jason had to vent.

***

Oswald Cobblepot polished off the last of the cookies his generous diet allowed him and washed it down with a long swig of milk. After fastidiously tidying up his lips with a napkin, he brushed the dirty dishes of his dinner to the side of his desk.

“Send her in,” he said into the intercom.

“Thank Christ,” he heard his underling, Mr. Finch, mutter before the intercom shut off.

Cobblepot could understand his frustration. Mr. Finch’s had been the team he’d sent out to retrieve Harley Quinn, and though it was no impossible mission, two of his men had been quite wounded in the proceedings. After that, Cobblepot had had him sit on Harley to take the edge off her. He could only imagine how aggravating that had been.

Now, Harley was shoved through the door to his office, a straitjacket binding her arms to her chest and shackles holding her lean legs together at the ankle. Harley sort of hopped forward like a bunny, making her way into Cobblepot’s inner sanctum.

“Oh! Hey there, Ozzie. What can I do ya for?”

“I’m glad you ask, Harleen,” Cobblepot replied, the picture of decorum as he took out a cigarette and holder. He lit them on a desk lighter. “Contrary to the popular cliché, this is in fact a social call. I have called upon you because I’ve happened upon a rather juicy bit of gossip I’d like to share.”

“Ya would?” Harley hopped closer and closer. “Who’s doing what t’ who? Is it gay? Some kinda interracial thing?” She gasped. “Are they both human even?”

“Well, I’m sorry to say, but it involves you, dear Harleen.”

“Me?” Harley asked. “What’d I do?”

“It’s more what you didn’t do… here, let me phrase this in the form of a joke. What do Query, Echo, Candy, Tracey, Emmylou Brown, Randa Duane, Violet, and Lily all have in common?”

“What kinda stupid question is that? They’re all henchwomen, duh.”

“As are you, my darling Harleen.” Cobblepot twisted away in his office chair.

“Huh? I don’t get it.”

“Indeed not, Harleen. But that would seem to be by design.”

“What are you getting at here?” Harley demanded angrily. “Are you saying they’re all doin’ something I ain’t? Because there’s no way! We’re all buds! We hang out.”

“You’re not hanging out tonight,” Cobblepot pointed out, facing away from her. “And I have it on good authority that you’re the only henchwoman that isn’t. All the rest have banded together; you are the only one left out in the cold.”

Harley bobbed back and forth in her bound anger. “Nuh-uh! There’s no way! They wouldn’t do that to me, not all of ‘em!”

“Then it’s a simple matter for you to go and check for yourself, isn’t it? I’ll even have one of my men chauffeur you there. Gotham traffic is such a beast at this time of day. Please, allow my man to bear the burden of it while you, ahem, ‘process’—I believe the term is?”

“Oh, I’ll process, alright! If those bitches are hanging out without me, I’ll process ‘em right through a meat processor!” Harley shrieked.

Cobblepot grinned to himself before turning back around. “Might I suggest a slightly more humane response? After all, some of those ladies work for me. You wouldn’t want to deprive your dear friend Oswald of his companions, now would you?”

Harley thought about it before grinning. “Nah, I wouldn’t do that to ya, Ozzie. But what do you have in mind?”

“Why, Harleen, I’m so glad you asked.”

Cobblepot reached down to pull open a desk drawer.

***

Jason must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, Artemis was there, jabbing him awake.

“What do you call this?” Artemis demanded. “We have a job to do. You really think you have time to fuck half of Gotham and complete the mission?”

“I can do both,” Jason reasoned, patting Sasha to assure her that everything was okay. “This is one of the hench wenches. She’s going to tell us what’s going on with the union.”

“And has she?”

“Well… not exactly yet…” Jason conceded.

“Then if you’re done pumping her for information, I’ll take a turn.”

Snatching Sasha from Jason’s arms, Artemis threw her to the floor. All of Jason’s lovemaking her tired her muscles to the point of weakness. She had no more fight in her than a ragdoll.

Sasha looked up at Artemis, thinking of how undignified her own position was and how powerful the redhead looked. Especially as Artemis unspooled her belt from around her waist.

“Who does the union answer to? Who are you working for?” Artemis demanded.

She didn’t know why, but Sasha stayed silent. Artemis started to whip her, slashing her belt across Sasha’s ass and thighs. But beyond the pain, far deeper in her body, Sasha felt herself stirring with sexuality, spreading all through her flesh. In surrender, she found a new satisfaction.

As the belt kissed her again and again, Sasha thrashed about, feeling herself fill with exquisite thrills and a deeply delicious pain. She rolled onto her belly and arched her ass up, begging Artemis to strike her there. The whip lashed her tender buttocks and Sasha screamed out, finding it glorious. It was wonderful. It was pleasure. It was the ultimate.

Under other circumstances, she never would’ve given in. Only with Jason having turned her so thoroughly into a sexual being could she twist herself to being a thrashing, writhing collection of burning flesh.

The belt cut across her ass again, leaving a red mark on her jiggling buttocks. She screamed with the pain jangling through her nerves. Her hands flew to the rising welt. She rubbed her flushed skin. The belt whistled through the air and hit between her thighs.

“Ohhhh, not there, please, not there! It’s too much for me! Please, mistress, don’t hit me there!” Sasha wailed.

She put her hands to her pussy, hoping to relieve the pain, and Artemis struck her ass again.

“Aahhhh!” Sasha cried out. But as the pain mounted, so too did her passion. As much as it hurt, she was on the verge of climax. If the belt struck her again like it had before, she would get off. And no matter how much it hurt, Sasha needed to get off.

Panting, she flipped herself over onto her back. Her trembling lips formed a brave smile.

Artemis gazed down at her knowingly. She raised her fisted hand, the belt dangling from it. Sasha’s hips twitched upward. Artemis waited a few seconds, watching how Sasha seemed to be willing her labia to open, to make themselves a better target for Artemis. Sasha’s eyes squeezed shut. She waited.

“Who do you work for?” Artemis demanded.

“Talia… Talia al Ghul… she’s bankrolling it all.”

Like a snake striking, the belt suddenly whistled through the air, not stopping until it cracked against Sasha’s tender flesh.

“Hnnhhh!” Sasha screamed, going on until the cry died away into a hoarse exhale, and then she was silent. Her body had been relieved of an immense pressure. The cruelty of the belt had set off an explosion and now she was exhausted by it.

Artemis stooped down to kiss the pained woman. She traced her hand delicately over the welts and bruises she had left, soothing them immeasurably. Sasha looked up at her with childlike eyes.

“Thank you for hurting me.”

Artemis’s forefinger trailed over her lips. “Thank you for letting me hurt you.”