The Jester & the Princess
Copyright© 2026 by Tarl Cabot
Chapter 4: The Joker’s Kiss
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Joker’s Kiss - Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy find Wonder WOman's weak spot and exploit it sexually.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian Hermaphrodite Fan Fiction Futanari Superhero FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Oral Sex
The key didn’t matter anymore. Harley’s fingers curled inside Diana, pressing against that rough spot until the Amazon’s hips bucked. Then she pulled out, slow, dragging her wet digits across Diana’s thigh. “Get up.” Diana rose on unsteady legs. Her dress hung in tatters around her waist, the fishnets torn, her skin slick with sweat and Harley’s cum. The Lasso still hung at her hip—useless, forgotten. Harley grabbed her wrist and tugged her through the penthouse. Past the study. Past the mirrors. Into a bedroom Diana hadn’t seen before. The bed dominated the space—massive, draped in black silk, chains hanging from the headboard. Four of them. Steel links that gleamed under dim red lights. “Lie down.” Diana’s feet carried her forward before her mind caught up. The silk was cool against her back as she lay down, her arms stretching above her head. Harley worked quickly, fastening the cuffs around Diana’s wrists—leather-lined, deceptively soft. “You’re good at following orders when you want to be.” Harley moved to her ankles, spreading Diana’s legs wide, securing each to the posts. The position left her completely open—her cunt exposed, her breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths. Harley stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her work. “Perfect.” She disappeared into a closet. Diana heard drawers opening, the clink of metal, then footsteps returning. Harley emerged wearing only the black collar—and a harness strapped around her hips. The strap-on rose from between her thighs, and Diana’s breath caught. The dildo was unlike anything she’d seen. Nine inches of ribbed silicone, multi-colored in swirls of purple, green, and red, two inches thick at the base. But the head—the glans —was sculpted into a grinning face. Pale skin, green hair, ruby lips pulled back in a manic smile. The Joker’s face, rendered in perfect detail, has a small opening at the mouth.
A single drop of purple liquid hung from that grin, shimmering under the red light. “What is that?” Harley climbed onto the bed, crawling between Diana’s spread thighs. “A little invention of mine. Joker venom— but don’t worry. I diluted it. Made it sweeter.” She ran a finger along the shaft, collecting the droplet. “It’ll make you feel so good, Princess. Loosen up. Make you take every inch.” Diana’s muscles tensed against the chains. The metal rattled. “You’d drug me?” “I’d enhance you.” Harley’s grin matched the one on the strap-on. “There’s a difference.” She brought her finger to Diana’s lips. The purple liquid glistened. “Open.” Diana clamped her mouth shut. Harley sighed, exaggerated and theatrical. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. You want this. I can smell it on you—that needy little cunt is dripping for me.” She pressed her finger against Diana’s lips, smearing the venom. Diana tasted it—sweet at first, then sharp, like crushed flowers and electricity. Her tongue touched it involuntarily. “There we go.” Harley wiped the rest on Diana’s tongue, forcing her to swallow. The liquid slid down her throat, warm, spreading through her chest like liquid heat. “How does it feel?” Diana’s vision blurred at the edges. Colors seemed brighter. The red lights smeared across her vision like blood. “Good,” she heard herself say. The word escaped without permission. “I know.” Harley positioned herself between Diana’s thighs, the Joker-faced head pressing against her entrance. “Now let’s see how much of this you can take.” She pushed. The head stretched her open—wide, too wide, the sculpted features grinding against her inner walls. Diana gasped, her back arching, the chains singing as she pulled against them. “Look at that.” Harley’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Look at my little Amazon taking the Joker’s cock.
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