A Batman '66 Story: Part 1
Batgirl and Harley Feel the Burn

(Wetgalfan's note: I grew up with the Batman TV show. Also the absolute farce of the 1966 series lends itself to the slapstick comedy of this story. I know Harley Quinn wasn't a Batman '66 character but I chose an actress to represent her who played a demented woman well in another series of the same era, Lenore Karidian from Star Trek Conscience of the King. This story takes place during the lost and much more adult oriented fourth season and sometime after Robin/Dick Grayson's eighteenth birthday.)

Starring

Adam West Batman/Bruce Wayne
Burt Ward Robin/Dick Grayson
Yvonne Craig Batgirl/Barbara Gordon

Special Guest Villain and Villainess

Cesar Romero The Joker
Barbara Anderson Harley Quinn

Batgirl quietly slipped through the back door of the abandoned Yummy Nummy Pie Company that she had deduced to be the Joker and Harley Quinn's hideout. She had called Batman on the Bat Communicator he had recently provided her to inform him of where she had figured out Joker to be. It was so much better now that she had a way to contact the Dynamic Duo herself instead of waiting to sneak into her father, Commissioner Gordon's office to call them on the Batphone when he was out. Often she had found herself taking to someone other than Batman who sounded strangely like Alfred, Bruce Wayne's faithful butler, the only person to know her true identity of Barbara Gordon. Millionaire playboy Bruce Wayne Batman? What a silly thought!

Batman had urged her not to enter the abandoned pie factory alone, but what could it hurt if she snuck in quietly and assessed the situation and waited for Batman and Robin inside without being noticed? She proceeded silently through the darkened building. She thought she heard the sound of Joker's demented laughter just before a trap door in the floor gave way. Batgirl found herself speeding down a slick slide with no chance of stopping herself. She should have listened to Batman she thought. She slid through another trap door at the end of the slide and found herself standing in a brightly lit room staring at Joker and Harley Quinn. Joker had the drop on her with some sort of weapon with about a ten-inch diameter barrel.

Welcome, my dear! Joker teased. How good of you to join us!

Spare me the platitudes, Joker, Batgirl snapped. Put down that weapon and surrender before the Dynamic Duo gets here and perhaps the authorities will go easy on you!

And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to be telling jokes, The Joker jeered back. I'm afraid you're in no position to demand anyone's surrender, Batgirl, but do relax and enjoy my hospitality. Harley, my dear, our first guest has arrived. Please bring in the special refreshments we prepared.

Here they are, Joker! Harley Quinn said when she reentered the room pushing a cart filled with cream pies. Fixed just the way you asked.

Splendid, my dear! Joker snarled in that demented, sarcastic tone of his. However I think Batgirl's first taste of our special pies should come courtesy of the piezooka.

Wha-? was all Batgirl could manage to get out before The Joker pulled the trigger on his huge weapon. In an instant, she felt a cream pie explode over her face and cowl. If felt strangely humiliating and exciting at the same time. She had never taken a pie in the face before as either Batgirl or her true identity of Barbara Gordon. That sort of thing had been for the silly sorority girls in college. She was far more serious as she prepared for her future in crime fighting. Perhaps she had missed something being so serious. However she would have time to contemplate that later. She needed to concentrate on the job at hand for the moment.

Wiping the cream down her face with a shiny purple-gloved hand she started to say, If a pie in the face is all you have Joker, then taking you in won't be so difficul She felt strangely, a bit dizzy at first, but not is if she were losing consciousness.

So, are you beginning to feel it, my dear? Joker taunted. Soon you'll get the full effect of my special Joker pies.

Something was happening to her. Her knees began to shake and buckle. Then her Batgirl parts felt as if they were swelling and throbbingand getting very, very moist!

Now, Batgirl, let me explain, Joker said. My special pies are made with a secret ingredient: A rare aphrodisiac found high in the Peruvian mountains. When applied to the skin, it triggers a very pleasant activation of the libido.

It-it won't work, Joker, Batgirl managed to stammer.

Oh, but you see? It will! Joker replied. Joker set the piezooka down and picked a pie up from the cart Harley had brought in. As he stepped closer to her, he continued. The effect is cumulative. The more you get, the more you want.

He teased her with the pie very close to her face. She wasn't restrained. She could have gotten away or fought or simply knocked it out of his hand. Her mind told her to, but her body refused. Her right hand slipped between her legs and began to massage her pussy through her tight Batsuit.

You want another pie, don't you, my dear? Joker whispered into her ear.

Some part of her wanted to lash out and beat Joker senseless, but it wasn't in control. She couldn't believe it when she heard her own voice utter, Oh, yes! Pie me again, Joker!

With pleasure, Batgirl! Joker replied and smashed the second pie hard into Batgirl's face. This one was much runnier than the one from the piezooka. She felt the cream drip from her face and slide over her tits outside her form-fitting Batsuit. The effect of the pie was faster and much more intense than the first time. Her pussy moisture leaked through her panties, Batsuit and gloves to wet her fingers as she furiously masturbated through her clothes.

Boy! Is she ever having fun! Harley exclaimed.

She surely is, my dear Harley. Joker replied. I think she needs better access though.

Batgirl felt Harley come up behind her and undo the back of her Batsuit. Leaving her cowl, Harley ripped Batgirl's suit off of her, completely shredding it in the process and then removed her boots which Batgirl obligingly assisted with. She couldn't help herself. She just wanted her clothes out of the way. Harley tore the straps from Batgirl's bra then yanked the clasp apart. Batgirl willingly let it fall away. Just before pulling Batgirl's panties apart, Harley gently smashed another pie in her face for good measure. There was no doubt. She belonged to them for whatever they wanted to do with her.

Now that her pesky Batsuit is out of the way, don't we have some novelties she can take advantage of? Joker asked.

Oh sure, Joker! Harley replied. She opened a drawer on the pie cart and produced a glass dildo with a little Joker head on the tip, complete with wild hair. Even though she had never used one, Batgirl knew exactly what to do with it.

You'll find the hair especially stimulating, Joker teased.

He was right. While ashamed to admit it, even studious Barbara Gordon, librarian, dedicated to that career and to her crime fighting as Batgirl as she was, got lonely once in a while and gave in to temptation. But she had never stimulated herself as this sex toy was doing. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was sure that she liked it. SPLAT! A pie from Joker's piezooka exploded across her bare tits as he howled with that awful laugh of his. However all Batgirl could think about was how great that Peruvian aphrodisiac felt working its way through her skin and into her bloodstream.

Batgirl was vaguely aware of Harley Quinn right next to her, watching and biting her lower lip.

Why Harley, my dear! Joker taunted. I've neglected you horribly! There's no reason you can't partake of the fun as well!

Joker! No! Batgirl heard Harley cry. Through her squinted eyes she saw Joker, a huge bulge protruding from his otherwise loose purple tux trousers, fire a round from the piezooka that exploded in Harley's face. The look of shock subsided and Harley grinned submissively, nodding for Joker to plaster her once with a thrown pie and then two more times with the piezooka as she pealed her jester suit, bra and pantiesno, more like ripped the bra and panties to shreds and found another Joker dildo.

In another time and place, Batgirl would have thought about what a misguided, co-dependent, masochistic submissive Harley was to Joker's sadistic whims. Right now all she could think about was this strange sensation coming over her more and more as she stimulated her G-spot with Joker's glass hair.

Pie us, Joker! Harley moaned, obviously finding the right spot of her own with Joker's glass hair.

Maniacally laughing, Joker obliged, alternating between firing the piezooka and throwing pies at them. The girls both moaned each time one would explode in their faces, tits and now their exposed crotches. Every so often Joker would pause and pleasure himself with a few strokes. Just as Harley began to shriek with pleasure, a sensation came over Batgirl like she had never known an orgasm of such intensity that she considered pledging her undying loyalty to Joker for allowing her to experience it. Some floodgate in her nether regions opened and juice flowed as if through a broken dam. Harley was having the same experience.

After she had come down from her very first squirting orgasm, Batgirl's head started to clear. However Joker wasn't about to let either of them regain their faculties. A thrown pie exploded in her face and the same thing happened to Harley immediately after. Whatever plan she was formulating was immediately replaced in her mind with how delicious the naked Harley looked covered in cream pie. Harley must have had the same thought because the two of them locked in a forbidden tender kiss and embrace. (Wetgalfan's note: Forbidden because this is supposed to be 1969 remember.) A hand that was not her own, but still just as feminine playfully stroked her clit and she returned the favor. Though Batgirl was vaguely aware of Joker's heinous laughter, she was much more aware of the gentle giggles and moans the two of them were making exploring each other's bodies and finding new clean skin to rub the arousing pie over. Soon they were both covered head-to-toe in it.

Lie back, Batgirl, Harley coaxed. Harley straddled her, facing her feet and playfully lowered her face into Batgirl's pussy. Harley's pussy hovered over Batgirl's lips. She'd never done it before, but knew exactly what to do. Lost in the ecstasy of Harley eating her out, Batgirl began to do the same. She moaned with absolute pleasure with Harley's juice running down her chin. If she survived, she would have to do this again!

Lost in her pleasure, she was only slightly aware of the sound of a broken window.

JOKER!!!! bellowed a familiar voice. Batman had finally arrived.

Holy peep show! she heard the Boy Wonder exclaim.

You deranged clown! Batman uttered, barely able to contain his rage. What have you done to those innocent young women?

Not so innocent now, are they Batbrain? Joker jeered. Don't worry. You'll be joining them soon enough.

She heard both of them leap to the floor and out of the corner of her eye saw Joker grab the piezooka. If only she had control of her senses to warn them to look out.

That's what you think, Robin said as they hit the floor. Unfortunately that was the last offensive move either of them made before Joker fired two volleys from his piezooka plastering both Batman and Robin in the face. All Batgirl could do was watch him fire pie after pie at both of them, frozen in their tracks by arousal with enormous erections protruding from their costumes.

Holy Erection!
Have Batman and the Boy Wonder fallen under the spell of Joker's aphrodisiac?
Will they be able to resist temptation and save Batgirl?
Will we finally see if the rumors about them are true?
These and other questions answered tomorrow!
Same Bat-time!
Same Bat-channel!