Excluded Eel
Barbara Gordon never knew what to anticipate when she woke up from an altercation with Harley Quinn, even though she had far better fighting abilities than the clown. Still, she was often caught off guard by the ruthless Harley during their scuffles. She'd frequently find herself handcuffed, but occasionally she'd end up in something a bit more complex.
This was one of those occasions. Barbara was chasing Harley when she was suddenly attacked by a bunch of large vines. They entangled her body, maneuvering her too swiftly and tightly for her to break free, and as she attempted to regain her freedom, Harley returned, a peculiar aerosol can in her hand.
"Night night, Babs," the joker said as she sprayed the can into Barbara's face. She coughed as the fumes filled her lungs, affecting her in ways unknown. Her vision began to waver, and her consciousness quickly evaporated as she gave up her escape attempts.
Batgirl awoke who knows how long afterward, her eyesight spinning due to the substances coursing through her body. She quickly regained her senses, but she was alone, to her knowledge. This meant that she could assess the situation at hand, that is, the interesting situation she was now in.
Her hands were secured by a neck rest, keeping her wrists aligned parallel to her neck. The locks were hidden on the underneath side of the item, too far from her reach. Chains were attached to the top of the neck rest, holding her body in its previously prone position. A chastity bra was fastened to her chest, concealing her breasts. The breast shields preventing anyone's touch, including hers, were both embellished with a black bat symbol, a parody of the symbol commonly adorning her chest. Leg irons were locked around her ankles, limiting the range of her stride. Although, she couldn't actually move since she was bound to the neck rest. There was a long metal pole beneath her, topped with a dildo. This dildo was currently within her vagina.
Batgirl had enough knowledge to recognize her situation. She was trapped in a one-bar prison. The simple device consisted of a single bar and a dildo, enough to immobilize a woman, making her utterly helpless, as long as she wasn't wearing high heels. If she wasn't, then she could simply stand on her toes, slip out of the dildo, and regain a measure of freedom. However, Barbara was wearing high heels, making her situation much bleaker.
A close inspection of her feet confirmed her fears. The heels were the same yellow shade as her costume. In fact, apart from her bondage gear and her purple cowl, the heels were her only clothing at the moment. She was entirely naked. Furthermore, two padlocks were attached to the heels' straps, right below the leg irons, rendering them impossible to remove even if she somehow got out of the one-bar prison.
None of her restraints were easily removable right now. She could not access any of her hidden lock picks, and even if she could, they'd be no help as all the padlocks on her body were out of reach. Her only option left was to figure out where she was. And where she was became immediately clear.
Her surroundings bore an obvious resemblance to a greenhouse. The vines that had initially entangled her and the multitude of plant life suggested she was in a plant-filled environment, which led to the conclusion that Harley had been working with Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy. This was not entirely surprising. The two were always involved in one way or another with Barbara, either trying to torment her or trying to save her. The intimacy between them was clear, though technically unorthodox. A testament to their unique relationship was littered all around her. The parts of the floor and tables not covered in plants or plant-growing equipment were full of various bondage equipment, ranging from handcuffs to collars to devices to chastity locks, both male and female. A female belt lay on the table closest to Barbara, open and ready to be fastened around someone's hips. It had a similar black bat symbol on the front, signifying its intended wearer.
"I've got to get out of here," Batgirl whispered to herself.
"Leaving already, my dear?" Harley purred, stepping into Barbara's view. Poison Ivy followed suit, also entering her line of sight.
"It might not be so easy for you, darlin,'" Ivy purred sensuously. "So easy, in fact, that you might just stay planted right there and let us play with you."
Initially, it was Harley who caught Barbara's attention due to her clothes. In recent times, she has exchanged her red and black contrasting jester attire for a skimpier outfit consisting of a sleeveless latex shirt with spades above her bust, shorts resembling underwear, thigh-highs, fingerless gloves, and a choker. Her entire ensemble matched the color of her previous suit. Her blonde hair, previously tied in pigtails with blue and pink dye on each side, now had a clearer face with just a touch of lipgloss and eye makeup corresponding to her hair dye. What Barbara saw now was significantly kinkier than her usual attire. Instead of a choker, Harley now wore a leather collar with dull spikes. She changed her shirt for a corset and also wore a chastity belt under her shorts, made from vibrant red steel.
In contrast, Ivy's outfit was less revealing despite her fame for her sexuality and seductiveness. A sarong fashioned from interwoven leaves covered her body, along with gloves that reached up to her elbows and boots that stopped at her ankles. With her arms folded across her chest, she sported a victorious smirk. Although she had no makeup, her beauty was apparent to everyone, including Barbara. The red hair on Ivy was almost the same shade as Harley's outfit.
"You're not leaving here anytime soon," Ivy continued with her earlier statement.
"We have you right where we want you," Harley approached Barbara, swinging her hips, emphasizing the prominence of her chastity belt. "And we're not letting you go for quite a while."
"Batman will come looking for me," Barbara insisted, maintaining her determination. "He'll find me and...," she trailed off, giving Harley a glimpse of her belt. "He'll be trying to rescue me, and you'll be in jail without any amusement to help pass the time."
"You like it?" Harley disregarded the threat and instead pointed to her accoutrements, beaming. "I had this custom-made just for me. I couldn't resist getting one of these myself. Batman knows about my new toy now." The jester reached for Barbara, causing her to recoil and attempt to move away. However, the single-bar prison kept Barbara in place, making her vulnerable to Harley's groping. Taking advantage, Harley cupped one of Barbara's breasts, which felt unfamiliar to the captive. Overwhelmed by this unexpected touch, Barbara wasn't feeling her captor's hands. The corset seemed very effective, and Barbara had a bad feeling about wearing it when she eventually got belted.
"Are you ever going to remove that thing, Harley?" Ivy inquired while displaying a mix of annoyance and anticipation. "Usually, it's the one with the device on them who wants it removed, but not you."
"Typically, they're the one pleading for chastity device removal without my approval, and they'll be punished."
"Can't you just unlock it?" Barbara questioned, her interest piqued. Despite her current predicament, she had an insatiable curiosity about their dynamic. She admitted to a small part of this being jealousy that she still hadn't found the perfect partner, but quickly silenced that voice in her head.
"Oh, she tried," Harley responded. "She nearly succeeded too. But I enjoy wearing this, and if my Pammy attempts to remove it without my consent, she'll be penalized. Show her, Ivy."
"Do I have to?"
"If you want me to ever free you, yes." With a weary sigh and a frown, Pamela unfurled her arms for the first time during this exchange. Barbara could see her hands, or rather, what obscured them. Artificial green gloves made of cruelty-free yet durable leather hid her hands, making them useless. Around her wrists were padlocks, preventing her from removing them.
"Oh..." Barbara uttered cluelessly, surprised by this revelation. "Well, how do you...?"
You'd be amazed by what you can do with some vines," Ivy told me, folding her arms back over her chest. "The only reason I can maintain a little independence is because of my experience with them. I've been tied up in these freaking mittens for a week now. Can you imagine how screwed I'd be if I couldn't manipulate plants as well as I do?"
"I can't even fathom how fucked I am at the moment," Barbara responded, wiggling around in her single bar cage. That movement shifted the dildo inside her, making contact with some sensitive spots that she desperately wanted to touch. Unfortunately, her limiters kept her from doing so. She tried to conceal a moan, but Harley caught on.
"Playing with your single bar cage, Barb?" Harley made an amused sound. "I found a couple when I was shopping online. I doubted their effectiveness at first, but after making Kitty use one, I can confirm they're virtually unescapable."
"We should check on her, though," Ivy commented. "She's been impaled by that Hitachi all morning, and I'm pretty sure she's not happy about it, or how long the vibrator has been running."
"All right, we'll check on her shortly. I just want to make one more modification to our prisoner," Harley said. She walked over to the table with the chastity belt that Barbara had noticed before. There were other devices on the table too, but she hadn't looked at them, preoccupied with the belt. The item that Harley picked up was not that, though - it was a butt plug. Even knowing this, Barbara stilled, feeling more terrified than ever. Despite everything she'd been subjected to by the two Sirens, she'd never experienced anything being inserted into her backend. A memory of being fucked by Nightwing flashed through her mind, and she knew she absolutely hated the feeling. Her limbs twitched as she tried in vain to escape from the single bar cage, knowing it was a pointless effort given her ankle cuffs and high heels. Her tormentors just laughed, enjoying her struggles.
"Get the hell away from me!" Barbara screeched, punching at Harley. The clown sidestepped Barbara's attacks easily and ducked behind her, making her vulnerable. She snatched a pair of panties from the other table, which held her costume and clothes, and jammed them in Barbara's mouth to stifle her protests.
"This may be slightly uncomfortable," Harley teased in Barbara's ear. Her next move was to insert the butt plug into Barbara's rear end, moving it at a slow pace in order to draw out her reactions. Barbara's groans filled the room, but she hated the sensation. She didn't realize that it was about to grow worse.
Just as Harley started to insert the plug, she spotted a keyhole on the end of it. Inserting the correct key and turning it, the bulb of the plug would inflate and wedge itself firmly in place, making removal impossible. Harley knew this would produce an intense mix of pain and pleasure, and she couldn't wait to see how Barbara would react. The plug now completely in, Harley picked up the key and twisted it.
Barbara's eyes bulged as she shrieked through the muffled panties in her mouth. She writhed in her restraints, frantically trying to get herself free, certain that her captors wouldn't grant her freedom for a while.
The Sirens observed Barbara, reveling in the show she was presenting. Later on, they would let her continue the performance. For now, they had to check up on their pal.
"See you later, Sweetie," Harley teased as she and her partner departed, her arm wrapped around Ivy's waist. Barbara shouted at them as they walked away, her voice a mix of agony, fury, and a hint of arousal. They paid no attention, aware that there was nothing she could do to free herself, and that was precisely how they liked it.
They headed towards their bedroom. Typically, this trip would lead to some nighttime activities in bed, but with Harley's belt and Ivy's mittens, that wasn't currently an option. Nevertheless, Pamela attempted to entice Ivy. Although she appeared unperturbed regarding her belt, Ivy had awakened several evenings in a row to Harley's belted hips rubbing against her thighs. Ivy was on the verge of snapping, and Pamela hoped today would be the day.
Harley opened the door to the bedroom, letting Ivy enter before her. This room was more lavish than many other sections of their house. They'd spent a considerable amount of time there (less frequently these days, unfortunately), and they wanted their most frequented room to be visually pleasing. Yet, the first thing that caught their attention was their most recent acquisition, their most valued treasure.
Their closest friend, occasional partner, and most loyal ally, Selina Kyle, the thief known as Catwoman. She frequently participated in their sexual games, trying out novel toys for them and sometimes leaving their home while still wearing them. This time, though, there was no departing for her.
As previously mentioned, Selina was affixed to a single-bar prison, unlike Barbara, she was clothed, albeit with some adjustments to her costume. High heels replaced her combat boots, and her suit's zipper was unzipped, granting access to her private parts. A leather collar was encircling her neck, a padlock ensuring its removal. A handcuff was encircling one wrist, the other wrist hanging loose. Earlier, when the other two had left, she'd been handcuffed behind her back, but presumably, she'd grown bored or uncomfortable and decided to remove herself. Or perhaps she was trying to accomplish something else.
An additional bar was connected to the prison, beneath the dildo mount. On the end of this bar was a Hitachi wand, directly pointing at her clit. The wand had been humming against her flesh for several hours. Due to the combination of the wand and the dildo, she was still standing despite being uncomfortable. In spite of her hands being free, she couldn't reach the switch, and the bar holding it couldn't be moved, at least by her.
"Switch it off," Selina demanded, her voice ablaze with arousal and struggling to maintain her composure. The floor beneath her was slick with fluids, a testament to the wand and the dildo working in concert to satisfy Selina, at least initially. Now, however, the wand brought more pain than pleasure. "Please, turn it off." Harley obliged, unplugging the wand. Instantly, Catwoman gasped with relief and her quivering legs ceased.
"Sorry about that, Kitty. Didn't anticipate being gone that long."
"Don't ever do that again!" Selina growled, struggling not to scratch her face. "I can handle being trapped in this thing for a day, but you can't simply abandon me like that!"
"Relax, Kitty," Harley chided, rolling her eyes. "We didn't leave you alone. Ivy's plants were keeping an eye on you, ensuring your safety."
"And you couldn't have instructed the plants to deactivate the damn vibrator?"
"Where's the enjoyment in that?" Harley replied with a mischievous smirk. Selina, despite her affection for her, grew irritated with the joker.
"Release me from this fucking contraption," Selina ordered, her voice devoid of arousal. Without further dialogue, Ivy summoned two sets of vines close to Selina to lift her up by the arms and remove her from the single-bar prison. The dildo slid out of her with a loud pop, and Selina groaned as it was removed from her body.
"Damn it," she muttered, her swollen pussy still glistening with fluids. The vines set her down gently. Her legs began to wobble, and she almost collapsed to her knees, but she recovered quickly. She rezipped her crotch, concealing it from any inquisitive eyes. "I'm leaving," she declared as she grabbed her boots from next to the door. "I would have stayed and played with you both longer when you returned, but after tonight, I doubt I'll be able to climax again for at least a month."
"Perhaps a chastity belt would assist you with that."
"No way," Selina asserted, anger in her eyes. The last time she'd been trapped in a chastity belt by Harley, it was a living nightmare. Every night was spent restrained to a bed, pushed to the edge of insanity, and then locked back up again, sometimes complete with toys to make sure her rising arousal never left her thoughts. She'd only managed to escape when she managed to grab the keys when they weren't looking. Afterward, she disposed of the belt, not by throwing it away, but by kidnapping Gotham's famous journalist, Vicki Vale, and securing it around her waist. Although her friends knew of her freedom, they hadn't decided to rebelt her, despite their efforts to convince her again.
"And what about the collar?" Ivy inquired. "And the handcuffs?" Selina fixed her gaze on her cuffed wrist, grimacing.
"I've got lockpicks at home. Don't fret, I'll return these. Maybe." The burglar sighed. "Look, I enjoyed the first half of my time here today, but I really must leave now. I've been staring at these walls for way too long, and I'm overly stimulated for anything else right now. I'll see you both later. Enjoy whatever you're up to. If you're up to anything." Selina exited the room, closing the door behind her.
"Say hi to Babsy for me!" Harley yelled, waving goodbye at Selina, despite the fact that she couldn't see her.
"Makes a good point," Ivy observed, looking at her lover. "Any exciting plans for tonight, or are you still going to be wearing that thing?" Harley scrutinized her own chastity belt.
"I'm not sure. I've been enjoying wearing this belt. But what I really want to know is if you've learned your lesson about these items." Harley took hold of Pamela's wrists and jerked her hands around, directing attention to the mitts she'd been wearing for a week.
"I swear not to attempt unlocking your belt again."
"You had better keep your word," Harley said, producing a key. She grasped Ivy's hand and opened the padlock confining it, releasing her from her restraints. She unbuckled the belt and took it off, allowing Ivy to unball her fists and move her fingers for the first time in a long while. Harley then took her other hand and repeated the process. "You'd better keep your word, Pammy. Otherwise, I'll lock these back on and mail the key to Themyscira. They're said to be kinky and will undoubtedly be more than happy to keep a naughty girl like you confined in bondage."
"You wouldn't dare," Ivy remarked, her words teasing. "You still enjoy my hands too much."
"That's true. But I also enjoy your vines as much. So don't test me, Pam." Pamela chuckled.
"Now," she stated, running her now free fingers along the edges of Harley's belt. "If we're going to engage in any activities, I'll need you to remove this." Harley burst into laughter.
"Never said I'd remove this thing," she responded. "You made a promise not to tamper with it, and I reinstated your punishment."
"But-" Ivy's following words were silenced as Harley placed her finger over her mouth.
"No 'buts,' Ivy. I might remove it tomorrow, after we've had fun with Babs. But it's staying on for tonight." Harley retrieved two pairs of handcuffs from the nightstand. "Come on, join me. I want to bind you andlick you until you explode in ecstasy." Ivy grinned at the thought of that.
"Alright Harley. Give me a good time."
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