Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, was having a bad day. The Court of Owls were out in full force, which meant that the Bat Family had to be as well to stop their crazy cultish behavior. Unfortunately, in the process of investigating one of their suspected hideaways, Barbara had clearly let her guard down because she’d found herself ambushed and knocked out.
 
Waking up in the very hideaway she was supposed to be dealing with, Barbara could only groan and wiggle in her captivity. Unfortunately, they hadn’t restrained her to a chair like was common practice, so she couldn’t break the arms or legs to begin freeing herself. Instead, they’d pulled her arms up over her head and chained her to the ceiling, leaving her dangling with her tip toes just barely touching the ground.
 
It wasn’t enough room for her to get the leverage she needed in order to push off the ground and flip her legs up into the air. If it was, she would have already managed to escape. Alas, instead she’d been left dangling here, unable to get enough momentum to do anything but groan as her head throbbed from the blow she’d taken.

The one upside was that as far as Barbara could tell, they hadn’t done anything besides knock her out and restrain her so far. They could have done a lot more while she was out, like take off her mask or… or other things. It was just an unfortunate truth of the world that female vigilantes like her had to deal with. Being captured as a heroine was a lot more dangerous than being captured as a hero.
 
Barbara was confident that if she didn’t get out of here soon, both her identity and her chastity would be on the line once the Court of Owls assholes who had managed to capture her finally came back from whatever had pulled them away. Unfortunately, they’d taken away her utility belt and communicator. Fortunately, the others knew where she was and would no doubt make note of her absence eventually.
 
It was only a matter of time, but Barbara hated the prospect of needing to be rescued. Especially when she couldn’t say whether she would be rescued before or after some fucker from the Court of Owls decided to take liberties with her.
 
Scowling furiously, Barbara once again tries to gain enough momentum with just her tip toes and the grip on her chains overhead to push off the ground and bring her flexible body up so that she could use her feet to free herself. Alas, once again, her efforts fail.
 
Though this time she’s the one who cuts them short… when she hears fighting just outside of the room she woke up in. The familiar sounds of bad guys beating up are music to her ears, even if it’s rather humiliating to be found like this. That is, until she hears an equally familiar feminine voice.
 
“Yeah! Take em out, Boko! Hit em with your bonk stick! And then afterwards, you can use your other bonk stick on me to celebrate, heehee~”
 
Harley Quinn. Oh no.
 
“Boko!”
 
And whoever that was. Sounded weird.
 
Barbara shuts her eyes tight and hopes against all odds that Harley doesn’t find her. Please oh please…
 
“Whoa hey! This is a utility belt! From one of the Bats! And their comms too… Boko, look for a prisoner!”
 
Oh fuck her.
 
Barbara groans as just a few moments later, the door is flung open and Harley comes sauntering in to witness her in all of her defeated glory. Along with her comes a… creature of sorts that Barbara tries not to stare at for too long. Not because he’s ugly, even though he kind of is. Red skinned and monstrous, he’s definitely not human, that’s for sure.
 
But the real reason she averts her gaze is because Harley has dressed the monster up in tight acrobat clothes along with a fake mustache and a massive hammer… and the huge outline of the creature’s cock is visible down one of his incredibly tight leggings, revealing what exactly Harley had meant about the thing’s two ‘bonk sticks’.
 
“Well, well, if it isn’t the girlie Bat! Looking a little… indisposed, Batsy!”
 
Barbara grimaces. On the one hand, Harley wasn’t with Joker anymore. They’d split up. And Joker was the true monster. Quinn was just one of his victims. On the other hand… she was still fucking insane.
 
“Harley…”
 
Giggling, Harley Quinn prances over.
 
“Oooh, you sound afraid, Batsy! Don’t worry, Boko and I are being hero types for today! Those damn owls pissed us off, so we’re going around beating them up! We’re on the side of angels, just this once~”
 
Then, as if she had forgotten, Harley stops and puts a finger to her lips.
 
“Oh! I’m so forgetful! Hey Batgirl, this is my new sidekick! Boko the Strongman! Say hi Boko!”
 
Raising his hammer into the air, the creature gives Barbara a big dopy grin.
 
“Gweh!”
 
He… didn’t seem that bad, honestly? Taking in a deep inhale through her nose, Barbara decides to go for broke.
 
“Alright then, Harley. If you’re on the side of angels… let me down?”
 
There’s a pause as Barbara and Harley stare at each other. Both of them know that Barbara is effectively calling Harley’s bluff here. Except…
 
“Sure!”
 
Barely missing a beat, the crazy female clown hops and skips over to her, reaching up to help pull the chains off of their hook. Barbara gasps as she collapses to her knees, her arms still restrained in front of her. But at least she’s no longer straining quite as much, even if her legs feel like they’re burning from the position she’d found herself in when she finally regained consciousness.
 
“Huh, those chains look like serious business. Could look for a key but… Boko, show off your strength!”
 
“Bwah!”
 
Barbara blinks as Boko drops his hammer to the ground and moves forward. She raises her hands in front of her defensively, shaking her head.
 
“T-That won’t be necess-!”
 
But mid-word, the creature reaches her and grabs hold of the chains binding her wrists together. In a shocking display of gentle strength for such a monstrous visage, he pries the chains open with ease, but doesn’t hurt her in the slightest. Suddenly she’s free, the shackles torn away from her wrists and tossed aside.
 
Staring at her untouched hands, wrists, and arms, Barbara’s mouth closes and opens a few times before she takes in another deep inhale. Fuck her, this night was a weird one.
 
“Thank… t-thank you, Boko.”
 
The creature, which she’s now beginning to realize is quite cute, gives her a thumbs up that makes Barbara smile uncontrollably. You know, he’s not so bad after all. Of course then Harley has to go and ruin it.
 
“Pfft. If you really wanted to thank Boko, you’d take out his cock and suck it, Batsy.”
 
W-What?! Barbara goes bright red at that, looking at Harley with an angry scowl on her cowled face. She’s all ready to give the crazy clown a piece of her mind… only for a small shift in movement by Boko out of the corner of her eye to draw her gaze back over. As the ‘Strongman’ adjusts his cock length, he blinks at her wordlessly, almost like he really doesn’t expect anything from her in spite of Harley’s words.
 
He… he really is a good sort, isn’t he? And maybe… maybe Harley is right.
 
“A-Ah… w-well… I do need to repay you for your help, Boko…”
 
“Damn straight you do!”
 
“Gwah?”
 
Giggling a little bit to herself, feeling almost drunk, Barbara shuffles forward on her knees and reaches down.
 
“That erection looks uncomfortable. Did that mean clown put you in clothes that are too tight?”
 
“H-Hey! I like the way they accentuate his package!”
 
Ignoring Harley’s defense, Barbara reaches into the acrobat’s leggings and grabs hold of Boko’s throbbing mast. She pulls his monstrous, inhuman cock out of its confines and coos as she slides her hands up and down his red, bulbous length. He’s looking less and less ugly by the moment, Barbara reflects. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and when she looks at Boko, she sees a creature who saved her, even if he didn’t know she needed saving.
 
Finally, Batgirl leans forward and takes Boko the Strongman into her mouth. She has to go down on her hands and knees to do so, since he’s so short. Her lips spread along his shaft and she finds herself rapidly deep throating his cock. He’s just so big and she… she doesn’t want to seem ungrateful. No, she has to show him just how thankful she is.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
A low whistle from Harley is the only warning Barbara receives before a pair of hands is suddenly on her upturned ass, groping and squeezing her through her Batgirl Costume.
 
“Sheesh. Going to town on Boko’s cock that fast, Batgirl? I’d say that I was surprised… but considering I was the same way when he saved ME, I’d be a liar if I did hehehe!”
 
He’d saved Harley too? Man, this Boko really was a true hero, wasn’t he? Ignoring Harley’s antics at her backside, Barbara focuses on what’s important right now… using her mouth to truly, properly thank Boko the Strong man. Her tongue swirls this way and that and her lips suction down on his throbbing cock. At the same time, Boko groans and places a hand atop her head, right between the ears of her bat cowl.
 
“Boko…”
 
“Yeah, she’s a good one isn’t she Boko? But let’s be honest… we all want the real deal~”
 
ZIIIIIIIIIIP~
 
Barbara’s eyes widen as Harley finds the hidden zipper on the crotch of her costume. It was pretty well tucked away, but Barbara hadn’t really been trying to stop Harley from searching for it. As the cool air hits her suddenly exposed cunt lips, Barbara is not quite in the right state of mind to stop Harley from what she does next either.

One hand fondles Barbara’s pussy, while the other grabs her by the shoulder and yanks her back off of Boko’s cock. As Batgirl lets out a yelp and whine of disappointment, she finds herself on her back on top of Harley, being held in position as Harley’s feet hook into the inside of her ankles and forcibly spread her legs apart. Just like that… Barbara is exposed and ready to be fucked, she realizes.
 
“C’mon big boy! Here’s your prize! Claim your woman, Boko!”
 
And yet… still Boko hesitates. He looks down at her with those big eyes of his and Barbara knows in that moment if she were to say no, if she were to try and fight to escape, he would help her over Harley. He would never force himself on her.
 
With a shiver, Barbara reaches down and helps Harley spread her pussy lips apart.
 
“R-Right here… claim your r-reward, Boko…”
 
The sight of her dripping, drooling pussy as she all but begs him to take her is all Boko needs to hear.
 
“Gweh!”
 
Moving forward, his cock slams into Barbara’s slit with unerring accuracy. Thankfully, she’s absurdly wet and also his length was spit-polished beforehand by her deep-throating efforts, because holy SHIT is he huge. Barbara isn’t a virgin, but she’s also not had sex that much. And now she’s having the biggest cock she’s ever seen, let alone experienced, barreling up inside of her.
 
“H-How does it even fit?!”
 
At Barbara’s shocked, gasping exclamation, Harley giggles into her ear.
 
“Sorry, circus trade secrets~”
 
Barbara just groans at the joke, while also moaning at how good it feels to have Boko buried deep inside of her. Harley’s hands on her body are a secondary source of pleasure to be sure, especially when the crazed female clown begins to fondle her tits through her costume, groping her right alongside her bat symbol.
 
Part of Barbara registers this as wrong… but then, if this is wrong, she honestly isn’t sure she wants to be right. Especially when Boko adds his own hands to the mix, roughly groping her and squeezing different parts of her body, while also leaning forward to plant his massive monstrous tongue on her lips and in her mouth.
 
He takes her like an animal, with this almost magnetic quality to his roughness. It’s beyond arousing to be treated like… like some common bitch. Barbara soon finds herself cumming with every single thrust of his dick, and rapidly loses count of her climaxes in the process. It’s just too good. HE’S too good. She loves it so much that she completely loses track of everything going on around her.

Groaning and moaning up a storm as flesh slaps against flesh and she’s properly pounded in the sandwich that Harley Quinn and Boko the Strongman have made of her, Barbara lets herself be drowned in the pleasure, eyes rolling up in her head and tongue lolling out of her mouth to swap spit with Boko’s tongue.
 
Finally… finally he cums inside of her and pulls out. At that point though, it feels like a loss, not having him inside of her anymore. Even if his seed fills her womb so nicely, Barbara still wants more. She wants-
 
“Batgirl! Batgirl, do you copy? Report in, Batgirl!”
 
Blinking blearily, Barbara realizes that the others are finally realizing she’s been missing. Their voices come through her communicator… which Harley is currently holding in one hand. For a moment, Barbara assumes that the crazy clown is going to crush it in her grasp and then she and Boko are going to make off with Barbara, to spirit her away to their hideout and have their wicked way with her some more.
 
… Or maybe that’s just what Barbara wishes would happen. Harley grins and then hands the communicator over to Barbara, forcing her to wet her lips and speak through a raspy voice.
 
“B-Batgirl… Batgirl here. Sorry… Court of Owls got the jump on me. I was captured, but I managed to escape. Took care of the hideout while I was at it.”
 
“I’m on my way.”
 
Dick, of course, wouldn’t be willing to accept that sort of answer. Even though they were exes, he was still way too protective of her. Barbara rolls her eyes, even as she watches Harley and Boko fix themselves up and make for the door. But not before Harley gives Barbara a parting wink and blows her a kiss… and Boko waves at her one last time, sweet innocent soul that he is.
 
Letting out a shuddering breath, Barbara reaches down and pulls up the hidden zipper of her costume. Both so that Dick won’t think she was defiled against her will when he finally gets here… and so that she doesn’t lose anymore of Boko’s precious treat from leakage.
 
She’s already thinking about next time. Already considering just when she might get to meet Boko the Strongman again.