Dracula: Gotham City (Closed for GPLockwood)

[motheroftears24]

Harley Quinn ran from the Laffy Factory in terror. Joker had got mad at her in the past, but this time it was different. He was out for blood and the incident was not even her fault! Joker decided to make a homeade electric chair and had it powered by laughter. Harley knew something was wrong the first time they tried it. The test subject was a henchman that had been caught stealing named Moe. It took a very long time for the thing to juice up even with Harley, Joker, and a recording of an audience laughing. It did its job on the henchman, but not the Dark Knight, who was helped by his lover Talia, who hoped that he would take her father's place in his mission to rid the world of corruption if she helped him. Joker was furious! He grabbed Harley roughly by her arm hurting her as they escaped. He was determined to take it out on someone. He hit her a few times as they were escaping.

At the Laffy Factory, he tried to kill her. He grabbed the oversized mallet that she usually would use and attempted to use it on her. The wooden chairs and the door splintered when he struck them. If he had caught up with her, he probably would have broke every bone in her body. Her pet hyenas attacked Joker to try to protect her, but they were killed. Harley was crying hysterically as she was forced to leave the building. "Mark my words, bitch!" Joker yelled, "If I ever see you again, you are dead!!! No one can protect you!". She had nowhere to go considering most of the villains were still in Arkham. "Where am I going to fucking go?" she thought to herself as she walked down Ellis Avenue trying to think about her options. She had a few bruises on her and her lip was bleeding from when he hit her with his fist. She remembered there was a safehouse that she and the other villains would use. It was a large manor located in a slightly wooded area about a mile outside of Gotham City. It was a creepy place, but it was somewhere to hide. She had a motorcycle that she stole a few months prior and repainted. She went to a garage located blocks from the factory to get it. On her way, she decided to wreak some havoc. She broke into a clothing store and stole several items of clothing as well as some lingerie and money. A couple of police officer tried to stop her, but she humilated them by trying to seduce them, then tying them together with their pants and underwear down making them think she was going to suck them off. All she had was her outfit that she was wearing. She managed to get out of Gotham City and arrived at the safe house.
Harley went to the door and tried to open the door to find out that it was locked.

"What the hell?!" she exclaimed as she took a bobby pin from her hair and picked the lock. She was in shock when she realized the lights were on. The heavy dark curtains on the window blocked the light. Someone moved in. The inside had been nicely restored. There were midieval shields, swords, and axes on the wall, tapestries, and relics that had been collected over the years. Harley saw a painting hanging over a lit fire place. She could not help but stare at it. The man in the portrait was very handsome. "My god..." she whispered, but she snapped out of it. She became focused on stealing. She had a purse that she had grabbed as well and went to work stealing. It was out of desperation. She was crying as she gathered up some of the relics hoping to sell them to Penguin later on in hopes of having more money so that she could survive. She had to get out of there as quick as possible before she was caught and find another place.

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[GPLockwood]

As Harley gathered up the ancient trinkets, she felt eyes upon her. She glanced up. She was a competent criminal, and was seldom caught off guard, but a man had appeared behind her. He was tall, powerfully built in dark clothing reminiscent of a previous century. His strong, Eastern European features and pale skin were in stark contrast to the dark suit he wore. His eyes were like distant stars as he glared at her. When he spoke, his deep sepulchral voice did not require volume to fill the room with his. He spoke with an antique Romanian accent, and carried himself in a manner in which even those unaccustomed to genuine royalty could immediately recognize as regal.

"Greetings, and welcome to my humble abode. Yes, my dear, do help yourself to my trinkets. They are mere trifles. I do hope that you will stay... for dinner." His cold, pale features twisted into a cruel smile, revealing jagged carnivorous teeth.

 

[motheroftears24]

Harley squeaked in fear when she saw the shadow appear behind her and heard his powerful voice. She turned around and was staring at him in terror. It was the man from the painting.She hoped that it was just a costume due to the blood red eyes and fangs. She hoped that he was just trying to scare her away. If not, it was her childhood fear which was very much real after her parents claimed there was no vampire. She began backing towards the door. Her bubbly personality quickly changed after facing Joker and it certainly wasn't coming out around this guy. She was afraid to make a snide remark. She nervously clutched the bag and began backing towards the door. "I... I am so sorry." she whimpered and cried, "This use to be mine and my friends' hideout. I had no idea anyone moved in. I just thought they accidentally locked the door on me. ". She ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the inside. "No! No! Please let me out!" she sobbed hysterically.

 

[GPLockwood]

"You and your friends used to use this as a hideout? Perhaps, one of your friends is still hiding here," Dracula said. His cruel, cold voice echoed a grim amusement as Harley struggled with the door. He walked towards a closet and opened it. Reaching in, he effortlessly extracted the shriveled corpse of a petty jewel thief that had been eking a meager living among Gotham's seedy pawn shops. He had probably thought that he had finally hit the jackpot here in the richly accounted Count's lair. The look on the shriveled, bloodless corpse's face wordlessly screamed of terror and unspeakable agony.

Dracula snickered coldly as he tore a small bag from the shriveled, claw-like hand of the pale corpse. "Here, my dear. Your friend would doubtless want you to have this."

He laughed as he tossed the bag, filled with hard, heavy gold, at the sobbing girl. She was still fighting with the door, and the bag hit her on the arm. It hurt, but she didn't hardly notice it. She was hysterical, terrified that this awful day would be her last. She didn't want to die like the man in the closet had. She was young, and full of life!

"The door won't open for you, you know. An old ward-lock like this can be picked with a bobby-pin, but this door is under my control. You are here as my guest, and will stay as long as it pleases me. And if you did leave this house, you would be instantly torn to bits by the wolves outside."

He advanced towards her, his blood-red eyes wide and hungry, his pale face cruel and predatory. "If you wish to survive, then convince me that you are more useful to me alive-" he gestured curtly to the shriveled body on the floor- "than you are dead."

 

[motheroftears24]

Harley recognized the man as one of Penguin's henchman due to the jacket he wore with Penguin's logo. Harley wanted to scream but couldn't. She turned back still frantically trying to open the door until she was informed that it was not going to be opening. "The door won't open for you, you know. An old ward-lock like this can be picked with a bobby-pin, but this door is under my control. You are here as my guest, and will stay as long as it pleases me. And if you did leave this house, you would be instantly torn to bits by the wolves outside." The growls outside confirmed it. She looked outside seeing several pairs of red eyes staring waiting just in case she managed to get out. She caught the jewel but quickly put it down freaking out considering it had been in a dead man's clutches. She had no choice, but to say.
"Well, y-you are persuasive." she said nervously, "I give you that." She was frozen in fear and worried over what he had in mind since she was now his prisoner. A part of her wished she had came there with either Two Face, Bane, Killer Croc, Mr. Freeze, or Scarecrow. If it was Penguin, Jervis "Madhatter" Tetch or Riddler they would be running for their lives. She had no one considering they were all locked up in Arkham. She did not trust Batman considering he would throw her ass in jail in a heartbeat after saving her.

He advanced towards her, his blood-red eyes wide and hungry, his pale face cruel and predatory. "If you wish to survive, then convince me that you are more useful to me alive-" he gestured curtly to the shriveled body on the floor- "than you are dead." Harley's heart raced. "I-I will do anything you want of me if you don't kill me whether it be non-sexual or sexual. Please just don't kill me!".

 

[GPLockwood]

Dracula smiled, his visage cold and predatory, his long ivory fangs glistening. "I do not intend to kill you, Harley Quinn. You will serve me sexually, but you will not do it now while trembling in fear. You shall serve my needs while trembling in lust, and only after begging to be satisfied by my manhood."

Petrified with terror, Harley could scarcely imagine wanting to beg this mythological horror for sex.

"For now, Harley, I want you to see what awaits you should you displease me. I want you to feed our guest," -he gestured towards the withered corpse that lay on the floor- "to the wolves that are gathered outside of our door. I must caution you not to run. Once they begin to chase you, I might not be able to save you. Or, more accurately, I might choose not to do so."

Grimacing in revulsion, Harley grabbed the dead man by the collar of his shirt. The door now opened easily to her touch as she stepped out into the unseasonably cold night, and eyes peered at her through the darkness.

As a supervillain, Harley had seen and done many terrible things. But nothing had prepared her for the horrible tearing of dessicated flesh beneath the cruel teeth of the wolf pack, or the harsh snapping of bones as feeble as twigs, or the nightmare of viscera being ripped from the cadaver's abdominal cavity.

Vomiting onto the ground, she turned towards the door. For the first time in her life, she fainted through sheer fear and revulsion.



Harley did not know how much time had passed, but when she awoke, she was lying on soft satin sheets in an ornate canopy bed. She was clean, and completely nude. The room was dark, aside from a crackling fire that burned in an old-fashioned brick fireplace. Harley's clothing had been washed and neatly folded, and her injuries had been tended and bandaged. She glanced around the room. Trying the door from the room, she was shocked to see that it truly was unlocked. She felt almost as safe as any houseguest, before the sound of a wolf's cry reached her ears, muffled by the closed window. She could travel as she wished, but for now she would remain the Count's guest, whether she liked it or not.

 

[motheroftears24]

"I do not intend to kill you, Harley Quinn. You will serve me sexually, but you will not do it now while trembling in fear. You shall serve my needs while trembling in lust, and only after begging to be satisfied by my manhood."

Harley bit her lip realizing that it was either serving him or being torn apart. After her brush with death with Joker, she was not resisting as much as she wanted to. She was horrified with the task she was to take on. She was to feed a reeking corpse to the wolves outside. She did not know how she did it, but she managed to get him out there for the time being without vomiting, but having to watch was another story. She had seen people under the affects of the Joker's laughing gas. She had seen Two Face dunk men into acid after his coin landed on bad heads. She saw the grotesque frozen statues of men who crossed Mr. Freeze. She had seen Bane break men in half. She lost it when she saw the wolves tear into the man. It was all so much to take in. She got sick at the sight and once inside she fainted.

The next thing she knew, she woke up in a comfortable bed. It was much more comfortable than the bed that was at the Laffy Factory. She looked around feeling a little better considering she was at least comfortable. She moved the covers and gasped to see that she was completely naked.

Rather than her outfit, she saw the clothes that she stole. She put on a tight white low cut blouse and a short punkish looking red plaid skirt. She fixed her red and blue hair up the way she normally did in pigtails and began walking around the manor. It seemed like no one was home. It was daylight, but she could still hear the wolves threatening howls when she saw them outside still walking around like guards guarding a castle. Harley sighed sadly. She did have her cell phone still, but regardless of not being told she wasn't going to try to get help. There were lots of missed calls from Ivy, Two Face, Killer Croc, Scarecrow, and Bane as well as text messages.

Harley, heard what happened with the clown. A lot of us broke out of Arkham and wondered if you would like to stay with us.
-Harvey "Two Face" Dent

Harvey said that you did not answer. Are you okay, girl?
-Ivy

I will break the clowns back if you like.
-Bane

Screw breaking his back, I will tear him apart! No one messes with my sweet girl!
-Killer Croc


Harley, we are all really worried. You have not answered your phone and we have been looking all over the city for you! Please text or call one of us so that we know you are okay...
-Scarecrow

Harley sighed and typed a text message that she sent to all of them even the ones that did not call. She could not go into detail for fear it would anger the man that took her captive.

I cannot say much for safety reasons, but I am safe. I was taken in by someone. If you need to get a hold of me, call me! For the love of god, don't find me!

She did not want to feel responsible for their deaths if they decided to try to find her at the safehouse. They texted her back, but she did not type anything further. She laid the phoe down and continued her walk through the manor. She went downstairs to find breakfast waiting for her.

There was eggs, sausage, wheat toast, and orange juice. She sat down to eat and relax. She had to try to make the best out of a bad situation. He at least made sure she was comfortable. That was way more than Joker had ever done. After eating, she went to the fireplace again to look at the picture. There was a small plaque that she did not have a chance to read. It read: Count Dracula 1800

 

[GPLockwood]

Deep within the musty, cobweb-infested basement, the Count rested within his ancient, ornately carved wooden coffin, secure in the knowledge that Harley could not, and would not, escape. He had no desire to kill her, but it was important that she learn to respect his power. Only by realizing how great the Count's diabolical powers were, would she come to covet them for herself. And he knew from centuries of experience that lust for his power among mortal women inevitably led to lust for his body.

***

Commissioner Gorden glanced at the stack of missing-persons reports on his desk. The latest, an incompetent jewel thief in the employ of Penguin, had been reported missing last night by a man to whom the jewel thief had owed money. The loan-shark thought that the jewel thief had skipped town, but Commissioner Gordon wasn't so sure.

Most of the people who had disappeared were those who would not be missed, which seemed to indicate to Commissioner Gordon that there were many more people who had disappeared, but not been reported. Even more disturbing was the bizarre murder of a slumlord who had owned several abandoned properties around Gotham City, many of which were reputed to be criminal safehouses. His body had been found with his throat torn open, but with little blood left inside his apartment. In fact, the corpse- and it was one of the most ghastly that Commissioner Gordon had ever seen in a lifetime of working in a violent city like Gotham- seemed almost mummified in how thoroughly it had been drained of blood. The valuables in the man's apartment had all been left behind, but the deeds to his property had vanished without a trace.

Word on the street was that the Joker was on a homicidal rampage. The few people that were willing to say that they had seen anything about the disappearances inevitably described the perpetrator as pale-skinned, before the witnesses quietly disappeared themselves. Still, although the Joker was evil enough to be behind this, something didn't quite fit here. Commissioner Gordon was beginning to suspect that there was a new super-villain in Gotham City.

The Commissioner's brow was wrinkled in frustration and worry as he pondered what it could all mean. Had the Batman finally flipped over to the dark side, as Harvey Dent had, and begun killing Gotham's criminal element? Some of the people that had disappeared wouldn't have gone down easily, and there were few people that Commissioner Gordon could think of with the power and intellect to accomplish what appeared to be happening in Gotham City.

***

"I don't know nothin'!" the small-time meth dealer insisted as he cowered at the feet of the Dark Knight.

"I don't believe you. Tell me everything you know, or you'll be an old man before you get out of prison. As much dope as you were carrying, I can put you away for a long time."

"No, please, Batman! The drugs aren't even mine! I'm trying to feed a family here; you know how hard it is to find honest work in Gotham! I can't go back to prison! They'll kill me in there, and my kids can't grow up without me! Their momma's dead, and my kids would be orphans!"

"Then tell me what you know, and the drugs will disappear into the river and we never saw each other."

"They'll kill me if I don't have the drugs or any money from selling them!"

"Not if I take them down first," Batman replied.

The drug dealer glanced around himself like a frightened rabbit. He wasn't cut out for a life of crime, and had only turned to it out of necessity. Working in fast food was looking better every minute. "There's this guy- a real sharp dresser. He only comes out at night, and the word is that bullets can't hurt 'em. Some people think he might be a vampire. But you know what I think?" The hoodlum glanced around himself, before whispering conspiratorially. "I think it's space aliens that want people's blood so that they can do experiments with it!"

Batman smiled. "What more do you know?"

"I don't know nothin' more than that! They say it's him that it's some pale-skinned, bullet-proof guy in a nice suit that's making people disappear. I don't know any more, I swear! Please, can I go?"

"For now," the Dark Knight said. "But don't let me ever catch you selling this stuff in this neighborhood again. Got it?"

"I swear, I'm a changed man! I'll kiss babies and rescue puppies! I swear it! Thank you, Mr. Batman!"

"Don't mention it. Now tell me who your boss is so that I can bring him in before he kills you for the drugs disappearing."

 

[motheroftears24]

Ivy, Catwoman, Scarecrow, Penguin, Two Face, Riddler, Killer Croc, and Bane were surprisingly very worried about Harley especially considering the news of some madman on the loose committing vampiric crimes. "We have to find her." Two Face said, "I lost three henchmen. I am afraid to hire more for fear they will end up becoming dried up husks! I could only imagine the horrors poor Harley would face if this guy caught up with her"

"Bloody fucking hell, I lost seven of them!" Penguin exclaimed slaming his hand onto the table furious. All of them with the exception of Ivy, Catwoman,Killer Croc, and Bane (who did not rely too much on henchmen), lost their henchmen. Riddler replied, "You know I am scared to go out at fucking night alone anymore after this!" He either would have to leave his warehouse with either Killer Croc or Bane for fear that this psychopath would start targeting them eventually. Ivy said, "The message Harley sent us gave me the creeps."

"What the hell did she mean when she said 'for god's sake, don't try to find me!'" Catwoman exclaimed, "She said that she was taken in by someone. What if she is in trouble? Whose to say that the same guy committing these crimes, is not a sick and twisted perv! " Killer Croc growled,
"We have to find her if that is the case." Scarecrow suggested them going to look for her again expanding the search area. Scarecrow did try the old manor hideout, but was strangely unable to get in. "I went to the old hide out to see maybe if she hid there." he said, "The gate was closed and locked. Here is the freaky part. I saw a lot of red eyes and heard growling and howls. There was never wolves there before."

"Really, that is odd." Two Face said flipping his coin, "If it was bought, maybe it is owned by someone who owns exotic animals. It is not uncommon. We will keep looking for Harley and I will call Lex to keep an eye out for her if she shows up in Metropolis."

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Harley sighed sadly and went to the library to find a book. She was in shock at how many erotic novels there were from over the centuries. She picked the Marquis de Sade's novel Justine. She laid back on the bed and started to read. As she read, she could not help, but think about Count Dracula. As cruel as he was, he was so very handsome. "I guess I need to make a positive situation out of a negative." she thought to herself, "He did clean me, made sure I had a comfortable bed, and fed me. All he asks of me is obedience. Is it really all that hard?" The feeling she had with the Count was much different than it was with Joker. She could actually learn quite a bit from the Count due to him having centuries of knowledge. As harsh as his lessons would be, she would be willing to learn. She wanted people to take her a whole hell of a lot more seriously since she was not with Joker. She wanted to learn enough that it would terrify the clown prince of crime seeing how much she surpasses him in villainy. He was going to pay for the treatment that he dished out on her for years. However, she still was afraid.

Due to the erotic nature of the story, she laid back and slid her hand into her panties and moved the top of the outfit baring her breasts. She put the book down and began moving her free hand down her neck towards her bared breasts. She thought about Dracula as she did so imagining the way it was going to feel when he fucked her and of the other possible erotic things that he would do to her.

 

[GPLockwood]

Dracula awoke slowly within his dark coffin. It was night again. My mind reached out, my extrasensory perception groping throughout the house, and it took me little time to sense the warm, beautiful body of Harley Quinn. As I had hoped, she was in the Library reading erotic literature. Ah, yes. Her thoughts indicated that she was reading the work of an old friend of mine, the Marquis de Sade. I probed deeper into her mind. She was fantasizing about me already? I smiled wickedly as I felt my member growing within my pants. I sent my thoughts to her telepathically as her hand moved over her wet pussy. Through our connection, I could almost smell the erotic musk of her arousal. I wanted the fantasy to be so real that she could actually feel me touching her as she masturbated. I wanted her to be driven wild with sexual desire that was more than desire; I wanted her to need me with unbearable desperation.

You are lying spread-eagled on the floor, bound hand and foot with thick ropes. Your glorious body is nude before my fierce gaze. Tonight is the night that you shall fulfill your calling and claim the power for yourself that you have always deserved! A brilliant psychiatrist such as yourself was never meant to be a mere lackey for a half-witted clown.

I tower over you, magnificent in my ancient regalia. I was once the king of Wallachia, and the legions of the Turks and Christendom alike trembled at the sound of my name. Join me, Harleen, as my queen! We shall rule Gotham city together, and none shall dare defy us! Reign beside me for eternity!

I kneel before you, feeling you writhe beneath my gaze, struggling with your bonds. You are trying to hide the fact that you are aroused, Harley Quinn, but I can taste your lust in your sweat. You are complicit in this. I suck your breasts, my teeth sending electrical jolts of pleasure coursing through your body as my hand caresses lower- lower, down your graceful stomach- lower, lower, until I am finally touching you just where you need to be touched. I no longer need the ability to know that you are aroused simply from the taste of your sweat, Harley Quinn. I can feel your need leaking from your moist slit.

You have kept your sweet little vulva so neatly shaven since I took you captive. You didn't make yourself neat and hairless down there for the clown, did you? No, do not deceive yourself. And don't try to deceive me; I can read your very thoughts! You did this to be beautiful for me. I appreciate it, although in my day women did not do such things.

My teeth grow long and sharp. Tell me you need this. I lick your delicious, clean skin. So soft and full of life. So beautiful. So desirable. Tell me what you need, Harley Quinn. Only then will you receive it.

I smile sadistically as I suddenly break the connection with her, knowing that the vanished fantasy will leave her frustrated and needing release. She will finish the fantasy on her own, of course, but without the connection to my mind she will not feel my hands, teeth, tongue, or cock. I know that she will masturbate, but it will leave her feeling unfulfilled. Soon, she will realize that I have the ability to provide for all of her needs! I leave my lair in the form of a bat, soundlessly. She will not know that I am gone. I need the release that has been denied to my captive.

*****

I fly in the form of a bat, my wings carrying me upward in an erratic pattern as I search for prey, the night air sweeping by my ears. I search the borders of the suburbs, where police and heroes seldom feel the need to waste their time. After all, most criminals seldom find the need to venture this far from their urban lairs. Far below me, I see a woman in her thirties. She is out walking her dog alone in the dark down a wooded road. Even in the relatively safe suburbs of Gotham City, few women dare to walk alone at night. After tonight she will know one of the many reasons why.

The woman is pleasantly plump, with a sweet, friendly, maternal face. Some men would not regard her as attractive, but the opinion of such mortal fools has never concerned me. I read the woman's thoughts, seeing that she has given birth to several wonderful children. Her children and husband love her dearly. I smile with a rare moment of compassion. No, I will not kill her or turn her into a monster such as myself when I am finished with her, but tonight I have other needs that are far greater than my need for food. I probe deeper into the woman's mind. She has always been faithful and devoted to her husband. Tonight, that will change.

I land in the deep shadows behind the thick trunk of an ancient oak tree, changing back into a human form. I silently step from the woodline, and begin to follow the sweet housewife and her loyal pet. Her dog senses my malevolent presence, and he glances around nervously, growling low in his throat as I approach.

I am soon not far from the woman and I cease to walk quietly. She turns, startled. I stare into the sweet housewife's eyes, and I can sense her fear as she is paralyzed in the grip of my hypnotic gaze, her eyes wide.

The dog growls at me, his hackles up. He is a good, brave beast that is willing to die to protect his master, even against a threat as deadly as myself. I admire his loyalty. I wave my hand, and for a moment the dog whines pitifully, unable to understand why he cannot move. His eyelids are growing heavy. He does not want to sleep, but sleep he shall. Soon, against his struggling will, the dog is slumbering at his master's feet. I let him dream of successfully protecting his master from me, as much because the thought amuses me as out of genuine kindness.

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" the woman stammers as I stride confidently towards her. She shall soon learn. I gaze into her eyes, flooding her body with sexual arousal. I walk towards her, feeling her need build exponentially with each step I take towards her. Soon, she will be less concerned about what I wanted from her than she would be in how I could fulfill the need that would be coursing through her body! Her breathing is becoming heavy, her heart pounding in her chest, and her face is flushed. Yes, my dear. Surrender to your lust. Your marital chamber could never have prepared you for the sort of sex that you shall receive from me tonight!

 

[motheroftears24]

Harley had her eyes closed for a minute and opened them. The scenario that her captor mentally sent to her appeared to be so very real and she could even feel it. She felt herself bound. She could barely move, but was not terrified at all, but very turned on. She could see him standing over her in his dark glory. She did not remember too much of the bath and she did notice that she did cleanly shave her pussy. Her body was completely naked and exposed to him. She thought back to her times with the Joker. What the fucking hell did she even see in him. He charmed her, then used her! When times got bad, she was either nearly killed or would end up in Arkham while he lived it up, party, and created mayhem. She could hear everything the other villains told her about staying away from him, but she never listened. She felt terrible about it! Count Dracula was very right.

However, it was not just the power she desired, but the need for someone to teach her not only how to gain respect and fear from all in Gotham City, but lessons in pain and pleasure. She also needed someone who would take care of her. Count Dracula would never do the things that Joker done. The Count would never abandon or let harm come to her. He was way above that. She needed that in her life!

She could feel everything that he was doing to her. She could feel his ice cool touch along her skin.
"Ohhhhhhh yes!" she whimpered as she felt him sucking on her breast. God, he was fucking amazing. She regained her smile as she played with her pussy. Her body was trembling. Her pussy was soaked from her juices. "I need this!" she said.

Suddenly, the fantasy ended and she was a bit frustrated about it. "Come on, I was enjoying that!" she pouted. A little bit of her bubbly sense of humor came back, but she decided to tone it down. She kept fingering herself until she came. Afterward, she went down to find dinner waiting for her.

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Sherry Carlson said to her husband, "I am going to take Spike out for a walk so that I can get some fresh air." She then told him that she would be back soon. She put the large rottweiler on a leash. "Now, try not to walk me you silly dog!" she laughed as they headed out. Her husband was working on items he needed for a presentation at work while her kids were sleeping. It was the perfect time for her to have some much needed alone time. The dog of course started trying to run with her. She managed to keep up with the dog. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and began to growl. She became worried.

"W-what is it boy?" she asked fearfully. She was about to turn back when she ran into a tall man dressed in black. He had black hair with streaks of gray. He was about 6'4 and very imposing. Much to her dismay the dog falls asleep. Some watchdog he is.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" she asks terrified. The area is secluded so no one would hear her. Her eyes met his and the terror left her replace with lust. She dropped the leash knowing the dog was going nowhere and approached him. Her breasts rose and fell in anticipation of what he intended to do to her.

 

[GPLockwood]

"I want nothing from you," the Count lied to Sherry. "But might you want something from me, perhaps?"

She stepped towards me, trembling in fear and anticipation. I smiled wickedly. Some days, being an evil undead monster is almost too much fun. I love my job.

I effortlessly scoop Spike from the place where he fell asleep in the road, and place the snoring dog in the grass where he will be safe from cars.

"Come, my dear," I intone, my voice deep and commanding as I lead Sherry into the woods with me. The cool night air blows through the tree limbs, rustling the leaves, and an owl hoots nearby. Her chubby legs are stiff and clumsy with excitement and fear.

Her eyes are wide with terror, but I have filled her with such incredible lust that her desire continues to drive her to follow me. I smile. We are alone, deep in the heart of the dark forest. No street lights or houses can be seen. No one will hear us. I wordlessly disrobe, taking my time and neatly folding my garments, placing them on a thick fallen log. I stand before Sherry, tall, confident, and nude. My proud penis juts forward towards her.

Her breasts are heaving, and her body is trembling with fear and desire as adrenaline courses through her veins. "You never answered my question, darling. I asked you if you want something from me."

As the overweight housewife stammered for her answer, I stepped forward, my nude cock brushing against her as I brush a hand through her hair. I smiled, knowing that her heart was in her throat. It would have been difficult for her to talk even before she felt my rigid manhood, so much larger than her sweet, devoted husband's, brushing against her womanly opening through her clothes.

No, I would not kill her or turn her into a vampire. But as I saw the image in her mind of her husband, an evil thought came to my mind. He shared my hair color and eye color, and Sherry was at the most fertile point in her monthly cycle. This woman would bear the child of a 15th century Wallachian King of the house of Draculesti. Our daughter would grow to be smart and good in sports, but she would never know that I was her father. I knew with absolute certainty that Sherry would never breathe a word of what happened to her tonight. The thought of impregnating the sweet housewife caused a wicked chuckle to rise in my chest, and my large, thick cock was as hard as forged iron as it jutted from me.

With trembling hands, Sherry pulled her shirt upwards, revealing a sports bra that compressed her ample bosom, and a round tummy with a few stretch marks. I smiled appreciatively. I've always liked a woman with a little meat on her bones, both literally and metaphorically. I stepped in, kissing her. Her mouth opened with a gasp as the supernatural effects of the kiss flooded her body with even more lust, adding to her already-painful levels of unbearable need. She was almost sobbing with the desire to have me fuck her, but she was also so terrified that she was still unable to articulate it.

I reached downward towards the crotch of her tight knit workout pants, and she gasped as I lovingly caressed her sex through the fabric. She was so turned on that her sacred fluids had not only literally soaked through her panties, they had even soaked through her pants. My fingers moved over her vulva as she gasped, leaning into me as I massaged her through the warm, moist fabric. She was rapidly becoming even wetter with the thick, viscous fluids of her arousal. "Tell me what you need, Sherry, or you'll never get it. I can literally wait for eternity."

The last statement was another lie, of course. I had no intention of waiting for eternity for the pleasure that lay between this woman's legs, but I knew that I wouldn't have to. Her next daughter would be conceived tonight. As Sherry hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, alone in the dark woods in the night, she finally mustered the desperate courage to blurt out the words what she needed. I smiled. Yes, my dear. I will gladly provide you with what you want, and with much more as well.

 

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Sherry though a little frightened, she wanted to go with him. It was not too often that someone took a lustful interest in her. Her sex life with her husband was okay the 10 years that they were married, but he was too afraid to be rough with her. Rough sex was something she desired greatly. The thought of this man that she was with having his way with her in the forest turned her on greatly. "You never answered my question, darling. I asked you if you want something from me." At first, she was afraid to say. A part of it was what if her husband found out, but the further they got she was less afraid. When she saw the stranger's cock, she was nervous considering he was much bigger than her husband. She began undressing baring her curvy body to him. She had large 42DD breasts. "Mmmmmm!" she whimpered incoherently as she felt him touch her body. He had such power over her. So much so that her juices were soaking through her pants.

"Please take me roughly." she begged, "It was something that I always wanted, but my husband was afraid that he was going to hurt me. Please, sir!". She pulled down her pants and panties baring her pussy for him.

 

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"Take you roughly?" the Count said with a smile as he approached the now nude housewife. I took her in his arms, savoring the feeling of her skin against my own. I am was taller than her, and I breathed in the scent of her curly brown hair as I felt the soft, warm flesh of her short, chubby body pressed against me. "Yes, my dear. I can take you as roughly as you could possibly wish."

I held Sherry in my powerful arms as I stepped forward, holding her as I leaned her backwards and kissed the lips that had been faithful to her husband for so many years. It was not a kindly or an innocent kiss. It was not a gesture of love or affection. Our mouths met with savage lust, my tongue claiming her, kissing her as the sweet woman had not been kissed in years. She groaned into my mouth. The way she lay in my arms, the throbbing length of my cock pressed hard against the swell of one of her ample butt-cheeks. The unwholesome supernatural powers of my vampire's kiss flooded the good, kindly woman's heart and mind with wicked thoughts and desires that she had denied herself for far too long. Her tongue writhed against my own as she made sweet whimpering noises in the helpless need to fulfill her towering lust. My hands traveled down her body, caressing her supple breasts, savoring their softness. I felt lower, grinning wickedly as my hand caressed the belly that would soon be swelling with the natural product of her wicked and unnatural coupling with an undead fiend.

My long, cold fingers caressed the soft brown curls of her vulva as I felt the heat and moisture that radiated from her needy pussy, and I smiled as I pulled her down onto the rough trunk of a fallen oak beside me. She was on my lap, and I allowed the tip of my cock to brush against the sopping wet entrance to her vagina. After giving birth to several children, she was not particularly tight, but that was no problem for me. My penis is far larger than most.

She gasped as she felt the head of my cock against her opening. Only a drop of my pre-cum had mingled with her fluids, but that would be sufficient to accomplish the task of driving her literally insane with need. All the bodily fluids of vampires have powerful aphrodesiac qualities, but none are so potent as our sexual nectar. She shuddered as the pre-cum was absorbed into her delicate vaginal mucosa and entered her bloodstream.

Sherry's eyes were wide with lust, her pupils dilated as she struggled to mount me. She was no longer a rational being. Her need to be bred by me had overpowered any part of her conscious mind, and I was finally ready to give myself permission to brutally ravage the sweet woman.

A woman of her size was probably not accustomed to a man literally picking her up, but I did so effortlessly as I threw her across the rough log. The bark skinned her knees as I climbed behind her, the twin mounds of her ass pale in the dim blue moonlight.

The forest around us was deathly quiet. The night creatures could sense my presence, and seemed to have fled. Even the mosquitoes had sensed my aura and vanished. I lined the swollen head of my cock up with the damp folds of Sherry's sweet, under-used vagina. This was not going to be the gentle lovemaking she was accustomed to. She whimpered as she tried to press her fleshy backside backwards, but I did not enter her yet.

"Are you certain that you want to become an adultress tonight? To go home to your beloved husband, your vagina raw, swollen, gaping open, and dripping the cum of a living nightmare?" I hissed as I grabbed her hair, my face close to hers. I smiled. "Tell me that you want to bear my child, and that you will lie to your husband and tell him that our daughter is his!"

She was breathing deeply. "Please, fuck me!" she pleaded. "I need you to fuck me more than I have ever needed anything more in my life!" Her voice almost a sob.

Grinning like the devil himself, I slammed my massive cock deep into her sopping wet pussy with a single thrust. My cock is so large, and the thrust so powerful, that had she been any less wet the act would have physically harmed her. She let out a loud cry of pleasure that was heard only by the silent trees, the wind, any myself. I thrust deep into her body, touching parts of her that her husband had never touched before and pressing hard against the entrance of the womb that would soon be filled with my daughter. I smacked her ass harder than it had ever been hit before, but not hard enough to truly harm her. As I tore into her deliciously wet pussy from behind, her ass cheeks slapping and jigging with each blow as I slammed into her depths, her ecstatic shrieks of unspeakable, guilt-ridden pleasure echoed deep within the dark forest.

 

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Sherry moaned in pleasure as she was kissed the way that she wanted to be for years. She did feel a little guilty though dismissed it. This was way too good to even pass up considering she had envied the sex lives that her other friends had or the women in the erotic stories she read while her husband was at work and her children at school. She had never thought that this would happen to her especially with such a handsome man taking great interest in her and she was loving it. It certainly made her evening. Her tongue danced erotically against his. Her eyes met his and she fell under his power.

"Mmmmm yes!" she moaned as he got her onto his lap and she began to grind against his cock wanting so badly to feel it buried deep within her. After a brief tease, there was a very rough change in position. She moaned in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. She was bent over. Her pussy was vulnerable and ready for him to fuck. Though Sherry got on birth control. It was no match against the cum of a supernatural being.

"Are you certain that you want to become an adultress tonight? To go home to your beloved husband, your vagina raw, swollen, gaping open, and dripping the cum of a living nightmare?" I hissed as I grabbed her hair, my face close to hers. I smiled. "Tell me that you want to bear my child, and that you will lie to your husband and tell him that our daughter is his!"

"Please fuck me!" she begged to him, "I need you to fuck me more than anything in my life. I will lie to him."It was going to be easy to lie about it considering earlier in the day she had a lunchtime lovemaking session with her husband while he was home for lunch. Sometimes birth control failed. With hair color, it would be no issue and her husband would be none the wiser. She shrieked loudly in delight as he began to fuck her hard.

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Harley finished dinner and took her plates to the kitchen preparing to wash them. She was a little curious as to how the food was appearing on the table. She could not hear anyone in the manor. As she was walking into the kitchen a scraggly man with tattered clothes took the plates and about frightened the life out of her. "Fuck man! You scared me!" she said. The man apologized to her and began working on the dishes.

"I am so sorry, Miss Quinzel." he said, "I am Klove and I am the Count's long time servant. You know it is good to finally have some company here. I heard a lot about you from the news programs and papers. How did such a sweet girl get mixed up with such a vile man as the Joker?"

Harley sighed sadly, "I was naive and craved excitement, but it turned out that he used and abused me." Klove finished and sat down at the table. He was a ghoul and had been around for centuries. He had scene a similar scenario in regards to his daughter getting involved with the village bad boy and things got deadly when he thought that she was cheating on him. His daughter was found dead in the forest and Klove was allowed by the Count to leave for a bit from work so that he could be alone. He lost his wife prior to that. The death was devastating. The Count had tracked the boy and his friends down and punishment was severe. When he looked at Harley, he saw his own daughter, but Harley managed to get away from her attacker. "How do you feel being here now?" Klove asked Harley.

"I am actually feeling much better." Harley said, "I did a lot of thinking and I want to give things a chance. When I was with the Joker, he was constantly putting me in danger and when it came to getting caught I was the one who was sent to Arkham. I feel like such an idiot for going back to him, but I thought that I could get him to love me. It didn't work out that way and I realize that he is a lost cause. I need someone who will take care of me and that will teach me as well as show me exquisite pleasure and pain. I like it rough, but it has to be done by someone that has the experience and knows what they are doing. Not something dished out by a psychopath, who is obsessed with Batman."
Klove smiled and pat her on the shoulder. He said, "You are so much better off here because the Count will take very good care of you. He is quite taken by you."

Harley returned the smile until her cell phone began to buzz. It was Two Face. He was pressing on to try to find out where Harley was, to find out if she was safe, and to find out who she was with. She said, "I am not trying to escape, but I am just messaging my friends to let them know I am okay. I will even let you and the Count look at my messages. Let me message him back."

I am doing better. I was just freaked out about nearly getting killed last night. You all should not worry about me! I am fine. Yes, I did meet a guy and he will treat me so much better than Joker ever will. I will message you all later. I don't know when I will get to see you all again.

 

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Sherry came hard, her sopping wet pussy clenching rhythmically around the Count's massive cock as he came inside of her. His cum gushed and spurted into her depths as she bucked against him until she collapsed onto the log, gasping for breath. As he slid his slippery, glistening member out of her, some of his cum trickled out of her gaping red vagina. He smiled, looking down at her ample buttocks. That was by far the most potent orgasm she was likely to ever have.

Dracula waited patiently for Sherry to recover, and then took her back to her dog. With trembling legs, she began walking back towards her house. Her husband would not suspect anything.

Returning to the form of a bat, he began to fly back to his lair. Based upon what he had seen in Harley's fantasies earlier that night, the two of them would soon have much to discuss, and the Joker would pay dearly for the way that he had treated her.

 

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The orgasm was so intense that Sherry was shaking from ecstasy. She moaned as he filled her with his cum. It took her a bit, but she did manage to regain her senses. Her dog woke up groggily and walked away with her. She went home to take a shower and get ready for bed.

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Harley kept talking to Klove until she hear Count Dracula. She went to greet him showing him that she was not as nervous as she was the night before. "I am really sorry about how I reacted." Harley said, "I had just been through so much. It was all just a major shock for me. Thank you for taking me in." As terrifying the night before was, she was grateful.

 

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Dracula gave Harley a faint smile, offering her a formal handshake. He knew that she would have much preferred a more affectionate gesture, but deliberately chose to deny her. His actions were calculated to make her want him more, to make her believe that she was pursuing him, even though she was doing exactly as the ancient Count had plotted. Harley was an extremely intelligent woman with a profound understanding of the human mind, but Dracula was many, many years ahead of her in maturity and practical experience. His youth and vitality were far stronger now than they had been centuries ago when he had spread death and terror among the armies of the Turkish invaders. His enemies had learned to fear Dracula's sword as much as- if not more than- his fearsome knowledge of dark alchemy and the occult. And he was much mightier now than he had been then in both pursuits.

Harley was still young, healthy, vital. Soon, she would be able to remain that way forever! Even without vampiric strength and powers, with training in the martial skills that Dracula had carefully honed over the centuries, she would have easily been able to humiliate the Joker in a fight. He pondered. Was she ready to begin her training? He decided that, unlike the subtle machinations with which he played her sexual desires, a direct approach to making her his apprentice would perhaps be the most effective route.

"You likely believe that you came to this place seeking shelter from the Joker. You did not. I had planned for you to come here for months, Harleen. I knew that the Joker would fail your trust, and I knew that you would come here for safety even before you did. You had never met me until you arrived at my home, but I have studied you carefully for years. I do not take an apprentice lightly, and I never accept an unworthy apprentice. You have the intellect with which to grow wise and powerful over the centuries, if you apply yourself. You have the physical body of a young goddess, and I can help you to hone that as well. I chose you to become my apprentice because of the immense potential I sense in you. Under my tutelage, you can become greater than you ever could without my help. You shall be young and beautiful for eternity, and we shall reign as the king and queen of this city, should you choose to do so."

"The one who is known as Batman to most- I know his real name!- shall grow old and weak in time. But you shall become only stronger, wiser, and more powerful! Choose all of that which you desire most, and imagine an eternity to enjoy, cultivate and pursue it! Your enjoyment of physical pleasures shall only intensify when you choose to become as I. But, first, one final act is required of you if you would convince me that you are truly ready to become my apprentice. You must earn the right to call me, 'master'. I will be kind to you, and you shall learn under me figuratively and literally, throughout the countless ages."

"Before you can reign as my queen, our household must have servants. Klove should not have to do all of the menial work for us alone. Bring me two servants worthy of us, and you shall have the right to share in my power for eternity. The door will now open for you. You can escape if you wish. But I know that you will return, and may God have mercy upon any who would harm you as you venture forth on your task."

Harley began to speak, but Dracula vanished before her, an almost invisible mist where Dracula had stood. She heard his voice as though it were a whisper in her mind. "Before you leave, here is only a taste of the pleasures that await you!"

She turned to Klove, but he was no longer standing in the room. The kindly old man had guessed what was coming, and had chosen to grant Harley her modesty and privacy. After all, she really did remind him of his daughter.

The mist that was Dracula writhed and swirled around Harley, and she suddenly realized that this nearly invisible vapor was far more substantial than she had anticipated. The mist passed as easily through the fabric of her clothing as if her garments were not even there, and she could feel as though her entire body was enveloped in a delightful liquid pleasure. To her shock, she felt herself being picked up. She looked as though she was levitating, floating on nothing as she hovered within the living, sentient mist. Everywhere on her body, from her scalp to the soles of her feet and the tips of her fingers, she was massaged, caressed, stroked and teased by a weightless, ethereal force that was far more than mere physical stimulation. It was as though everything she could feel was intensified a thousandfold- electrical jolts coursed through her nervous system as her body was flooded with far more pleasure than a human being was ever intended to experience.

She gasped as invisible tendrils of the vampiric mist suddenly began to penetrate her; her clothing was no barrier at all. A thick member penetrated her vagina, delightfully stretching the muscular vaginal walls, moving to caress her cervix and even invade her womb, pleasure filling her body in places where she had never been touched before. She gasped and moaned as another invisible tendril burrowed deeply into her ass, writhing deep within her bowels. Her insides were caressed, stroked, massaged in the most exquisite manner imaginable, and she gasped in impossible pleasure as she bucked and writhed against the mist that invaded her most intimate parts. Although both of her lower orifices were being stretched as they never had before, the feeling was far from painful; her entire body inside and out was enveloped in sheer ecstasy.

Her back arched as sheer, unspeakable pleasure of a sort that few mortals will ever experience coursed through every erogenous zone in her body, many of which she had never even known she possessed. Her clitoris, her breasts, her arms, legs, neck, and face were all being stroked, rubbed, and stimulated in a manner perfectly calculated to bring her pleasure, and augmented by a deliciously wicked magic that was making everything ever more intense by the second. She did not know if she was cumming multiple times, or if she were experiencing a single orgasm that was the longest she had ever known. She had never suspected that her body could possibly be capable of such intense sensations as she arched her back and screamed in sheer uninhibited pleasure.

She moaned and writhed, her fully-clothed body suspended in an invisible cloud that touched her everywhere at once and ravaged her pussy and ass. Another invisible tendril squirmed into her throat, and she realized with relief that she could easily breath through it. But her entire body, inside and out, was filled with an indescribably wonderful supernatural pleasure that electrified her senses, driving her wild with an unspeakable fulfillment of needs she had never even known she had. Every orifice she had was being lovingly filled, caressed, stroked inside and out. The already unnaturally intense pleasure was becoming greater, her orgasms becoming increasingly intense with none of the painful oversensitivity that can come with multiple orgasms.

Her vision became blurry, her eyes squinted shut, and she shrieked with unspeakable joy as the pleasure exceeded her mind's ability to bear it. If only she were already a vampire and able to remain conscious, how much greater could the pleasure have been? The mist receded, gently lowering Harley's unconscious body to the couch. Dracula had done his work well. She would do anything to experience that again, and that was only a tiny portion of the joy that he could offer her.

 

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Harley shook the Count's hand. She was very intrigued by him. She was a horror fan and had seen a lot of vampire movies, but there was a lot more about the Count than what was mentioned in the movies. Though human, she could sense his ferocity and it aroused her greatly. "You likely believe that you came here seeking shelter from the Joker. You did not. I had planned for you to come here for months, Harleen. I knew you would come here even before you did. You have never met me, but I have studied you carefully. You have the intellect with which to grow wise and powerful over the centuries, if you apply yourself. You have the physical body of a young goddess, and I can help you to hone that as well. I chose you to become my apprentice because of the potential I sense in you. Under my tutelage, you can become greater than you ever could otherwise. You shall be young and beautiful for eternity, and we shall reign as the king and queen of this city, if you choose to do so."

"The one who is known as Bat Man to most- I know his real name! shall grow old and weak in time. But you shall become only stronger, wiser, and more powerful! Choose that which you desire most, and imagine an eternity to enjoy, cultivate and pursue it! Your enjoyment of physical pleasures shall only intensify when you choose to become as I. But, first, you must convince me that you are truly ready to become my apprentice. You must earn the right to call me, 'master'. I will be kind to you, and you shall learn under me figuratively and literally, throughout the countless ages. Before you can reign as my queen, our household must have servants. Klove should not have to do all of the menial work for us alone. Bring me two servants worthy of us, and you shall have the right to share in my power for eternity. The door will now open for you. You can escape if you wish. But I know that you will return, and may God have mercy upon any who would harm you as you venture forth on your task."

Harley was shocked when he told her that he knew about her coming to the manor months in advanced. 'That is something I want greatly." Harley said She smirked evilly when she he told her that he knew who Batman was. She was tempted to ask, but decided to wait when he started to teach her. Harley even agreed to be a household servant. "I am just going to leave to where I can see the others, but I will come back." she said, "I don't think that Joker will be showing up at the Stacked Deck for quite a while considering how pissed off they are at him." She gasped when she he turned into a mist that surrounded her. He began touching her all over causing her to shudder with pleasure. She was not even afraid when her body began to levitate. She trusted him completely. "Ohhh my..." she cried out as she felt the Count enter her pussy and ass. She could not describe the way that he made her feel, but she was happier than she ever been. The pleasure she felt was so intense that she fainted, but with a smile on her face.

 

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The Joker paced the Laffy Factory like a caged beast, his jaunty purple suit contrasting sharply with his demeanor. How dare Harley run away from him! She was HIS. His property. His plaything. She belonged to him, and he was going to get her back. And when he did, she was going to scream for mercy before he killed her. Maybe he would let several of his filthiest, ugliest goons take turns on her, and then he would kill her slowly. Perhaps with the laughter-powered electric chair that had taken so long to kill Moe. But before he could torment and kill her, he had to find her.

There was a rumor that someone had taken her in, but everyone that the Joker could think of was under surveillance, and there was no hint of Harley. Hopefully, whoever the lunatic that was killing people and draining their bodies of blood hadn't killed her; the Joker wanted revenge personally. He still had no clue who the lunatic that was killing the bad guys might be.

He had his eyes everywhere in the city, but he knew that would be insufficient to catch the clever Harley Quinn. Even within the criminal underworld, she was very well liked and would have no trouble finding friendly and powerful helpers to assist her. The Joker needed a plan to catch her. He bent his full willpower to the problem, and suddenly he laughed maniacally. Yes, Harley would pay for leaving him! Oh, yes, she would pay dearly, and he knew how to make it happen!

His minions exchanged worried glances. They knew the sound of that cruel laugh, and it never meant anything good.

 

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Ivy decided to send a plant henchman over to spy on the clown. She did not trust him on bit. She paced the greenhouse nervously. The night before Joker made an unwelcome appearance at the greenhouse while she and Two Face were fucking. He had done this to the others as well. He was damn lucky that Bane did not break him in half or Croc did not decide to have him as a meal. He asked them determined to find her. They told him the truth that they did not know where she was and they had no intention of telling him. The other villains intensified their search so that they would be able to protect her.

Word on the street was that Batman found out as well and was finding her to try to offer protection as well, but Ivy and the other villains did not want this. They could better protect her and her lover. Besides, they did not want Harley to reform. More than likely that would be the reason why Batman would be trying to find her is to convince her to go back to her life prior to villainy. Furthermore, there was also concern of the mad man still on the loose draining their henchmen. There were no leads in regard to who this guy was except for the fact that he was said to be well dressed and a vampire. They thought it was some serial killer just pretending to be a vampire. Ivy tried texting Harley, but hoped that it was just because she was busy when she did not answer. "I really wished you would answer, girl." she thought as she looked at her phone.

There was a knock at the door. Ivy expected that it was her henchman, but it turned out to be Harvey. "Harv, have you heard anything yet?" she said, "I am waiting on my henchman to return from Joker's."

 

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"Nothing, Ivy," Two-Face said in frustration. His face looked tired- even the good side of it. He removed his fedora and placed it neatly on an empty table. "I'm guessing that you didn't have any luck, either."

He eyed Poison Ivy from head to toe. God, she was sexy! He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a shiny silver coin. "Heads, I kiss you on the lips. Tails, I just go straight for kissing you between your legs."

He flipped the coin, and glanced at it in his palm before stepping in, pressing his lips against Ivy's. Some people didn't see what a beautiful woman like Poison Ivy saw in a deformed monster like Two-Face, but the fact is that they actually made a decent enough couple, and they truly did care about one another. Not to mention, as a prosecuting attorney, Harvey Dent had done more than his share to protect the environment from the corrupt corporations that would have turned the wetlands around Gotham City into lifeless toxic waste dumps. Two-face respected her as a woman and as a human being, and while he was less fanatical about the environment than Poison-Ivy, he certainly treated her views with respect. Ivy liked that.

As their lips pressed together, the kiss deepening, Harvey leaned Ivy backwards over an empty table, making certain not to harm any of her precious plants as his hand traveled up her abdomen to caress one of her succulent breasts, tangling with the delicate vines that were almost indistinguishable from her beautiful body. His breathing was becoming quicker, his pulse more rapid as Ivy helped him remove his suit-coat and shirt, leaving him in his dress trousers.

He was excited, but his exterior remained cool and collected. He flipped the coin again. "Heads, I fuck your pussy. Tails, I fuck you in your-" her hand reached out and took hold of Harvey's before he could flip the coin. She was one of the few people in the world that could do that to Two-Face and not suffer dire consequences.

"How about heads, I'm on top, tails, you're on top?" she suggested. Harvey's penis was too large for Ivy to enjoy anal sex with him, even with her soothing herbal lubrication.

He regarded her for a second, then smiled. "Absolutely," he said. The coin made a metallic ringing sound as he flipped it spinning into the air.

 

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Ivy was a bit disappointed that he did not hear from or see Harley, but otherwise was very happy to see him. "No, she hasn't answered yet." she laughed, "Maybe whoever she is with is keeping her busy in a very erotic way." "Heads, I kiss you on the lips. Tails, I just go straight for kissing you between your legs." he told her. Ivy smiled as she watched the coin land and when he kissed her, she kissed him back. A while back, she had injected him with a substance so that he would not fatally succumb to her deadly kiss. Before getting together, Harv and Ivy had shared a tense relationship considering she had almost killed him in the past when he was DA, but upon learning that his fiancee, Grace, turned him away she felt very bad. In fact, she came to him after the rejection occurred. Ivy cared and loved him regardless of the scars.

She moaned as his tongue entered her mouth and her tongue danced with his. "Mmmmm" she moaned into the kiss. As he caressed her, she caressed his chest and moved her hands to where his cock was over his pants caressing it. She helped him to undress and took off her outfit baring her body to him. She had to stop him when he was about to flip his coin to see whether he would fuck her pussy or ass. She quickly stopped him considering the last time it hurt. He decided to see whether she would be on top or on bottom. She watched the coin to see where it would land. The poor man seemed so tense and tired. She wanted to make him feel a lot better and to help him to relax. She continued to massage and caress him as she kissed his neck waiting for the results of the coin toss.

 

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Two-Face kissed her deeply, their deep affection for one another obvious with the tenderness with which he held her. The coin landed with the face-side up. "You're on top," Harvey said with a lopsided grin.

He held her close, not in any hurry to switch positions. "Is there anything I can do for you first?" he offered. He knew that Harley was one of Ivy's closest friends, and he was deeply concerned for Ivy. That concern was why he had been out combing the streets since the small hours of the morning looking for any clue that might lead him to Harley, and he was frustrated and exhausted that his best efforts had not succeeded.

His hands wrapped around Ivy, caressing her soft skin, running his fingers through her hair. He touched her gently, his fingertips upon her as subtle and gentle as a breeze, and it struck her as strange how a vicious killer like Two-Face could be sometimes so gentle as a lover sometimes, and at other times- well, far from gentle. But he was never cruel or sadistic towards Ivy, no matter how he might treat others.

Figuring that his pants might be coming off soon, and wanting to be safe, he removed his Smith and Wesson snub-nosed .38 special and placed it on a table, facing safely away from himself and Ivy. There was no sense in taking chances with firearm safety with her. He pulled her into his arms, kissing one another's lips and neck, tenderly caressing one another's bodies. As Dent had predicted, Ivy unfastened his belt, and his trousers fell to the greenhouse floor. He carelessly kicked them away from himself as his hands roamed down Ivy's ass.

 

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"You're on top," Harvey said with a lopsided grin.Ivy replied, "Mmmmmm okay, darling". However, they waited a bit. He asked her what she wanted. "I want you to touch and kiss me all over." she moaned. Ivy undressed him once he removed the guns. She was not too worried about Joker showing up considering the both of them several henchman waiting as well as thorned vines that were ready to snag and squeeze to death any intruder that dared to disturb them.

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Harley had a bit of an uneasy rest. Though the night was pleasant with what Count Dracula did, she was having nightmares about Joker trying to find her and him trying to go after her allies. Her heart raced and she struggled violently in her sleep. "Its over, Joker!" she said in her sleep, "I will do what B-man could not do and put an end to you! He might be afraid to kill you because it would go against his code, but my code is to make you suffer as you did me over the years.". She awakened in a gasp, but laid back down. She wanted to be better rested to help Klove. She had to start learning somewhere even if it meant doing some cleaning around the place.