By: eugostardecona
On a regular night in Gotham City, Barbara Gordon, better known as Batgirl, is patrolling the not-so-quiet metropolis. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nothing that required a superhero, much less, that was, until she got to the Gotham Museum.
"Harley, you need to be careful. We are here to take the jewels, not have them smash into pieces." Wait, is that Selina? And she's with Harley? Just when I thought this was going to be a calm night. Barbara thought to herself upon hearing the villain's voice.
"Relax, Selina; we knocked out the guards and turned off the alarms; nobody's coming, and if they do, I'll knock 'em over the head!" Harley replied. , in her usual joking manner. "But I think we shouldn't ha' ate their dinner. Now my tummy hurts!" Catwoman simply sighed at her accomplice's comment, deciding to ignore it and continue marching towards their target.
This target was the one currently on display, a blood-red diamond, originally from Brazil, but brought to the USA by an aristocratic family who ended up selling it to the museum. It could go for a good few million on the black market, which caught Selina's attention.
"Now that you mention it, my stomach does feel a little worse," Selina concurred. "But we should be fine. Let's just carry on and we can deal with this issue later. " She continued.
"Or, I could just let 'em rip and make myself feel betta'!" Harley replied to her partner in crime's comment. "I mean, it's not like there's anyone here to hear us." "Absolutely not," replied Selina, almost cutting Harley off with her fast response. In reality, the cat burglar did consider Harley's offer, wanting to let off steam, but the thought of having to smell both her and Harley's farts was not too appealing.
They are getting too close to the diamond. I've got to stop them. Now, I just need to find the perfect moment to get them. A bola should do the trick. Batgirl thought, wanting to decide on the best way to capture both of the villains. A few more seconds, cmon ', cmon'. I'll have to take out Harley first. I don't want to deal with that bat.
"That's the one, Harley, the red diamond."Let's just get it and get out fast."The faster we get out, the faster we can deal with our stomach problems," Selina said, wanting Harley to hurry up. "I can't go much faster, ya know, otherwise, I'll be fartin' up a storm!"
When they were getting closer to the display, Barbara crashed through the glass ceiling, surprising both of the evildoers, who thought they were completely alone. While falling, Batgirl threw her bola in Harley's direction, switching her balance in order to attempt to swiftly take out Catwoman with a kick.
"AHH!!" screamed Harley Quinn, getting fully tangled up in the bola. Meanwhile, Selina, noticing the attack coming from up high, manages to dodge, grabbing Batgirl's leg with her whip and pulling. This ends up with Barbara tumbling down, face first, into the villains.
As luck would have it, by trying to untangle herself, Quinn fell, belly-side down, into the marble floor. In a turn of events that neither of the three expected, the heroine found herself going face-first into Harley's ass. The combined stress of an unexpected dinner and the sudden force hitting her backside made Harley fart, right into Barbara's face.
As soon as the smell hit her, she recoiled, wanting to move away. How does she smell this bad? What the hell did she eat?!
Catwoman, ever sadistic and simply wanting the hero out of commission, and noticing her attempt to get away from her partner's smelly rear end, decided to step down on the back of her head, forcing her to inhale in order to not suffocate.
Barbara tried, with all her might, to not breathe, not wanting to smell directly from the source. All the while, Harley forced out another fart. Be it the vibrations caused by her gas, or the simple lack of air Batgirl felt, she was forced to inhale deeply.
The smell of a direct fart hit her like a ton of bricks. It was horrible, and tasted like rotten eggs. The smell was sour. "You are disgust-HMPHH". The heroine was going to start to insult Harley, but Selina, noticing this, decided to push her face further into her ass. "You know what, Harley, let them rip, she'll filter them out for us," said the cat burglar, menacingly.
"Ya know what, I'll do just that!" The clown replied by letting another fart rip, making Barbara's face shake with the impact. I can't take much more of this. If she keeps going, I'm going to pass out. Barbara was starting to get worried about passing out, being scared of what the villains might do to her if she did. But as soon as she began to wonder what would happen, she felt herself doze off and fall unconscious.
Harley still blasted her with another fart before noticing her lack of struggle. "I-I think she passed out." Catwoman said, still kind of in shock over the entire situation. "I guess that does make it easier to take the diamond" Upon saying this, she began to walk towards the display, leaving Harley and the heroine on the floor.
"UNTIE ME SELINA!" screamed Harley, not content with being tied up and having the woman sent out to capture her passed out on top of her. "Alright, alright! No need to scream that much, I'll get you out."
As she got help and out of her restraints, Harley began to have an idea of how to remove all of their pent up gas. Barbara had already passed out, and she had already farted on her face. She might as well get it all out. And she knew exactly where she could do that.
After exposing her idea to Catwoman, she was hesitant at first, but on second thought, she did filter out every bit of awful smell that came from Harley, and it would be better to capture her, so they ended up deciding to take her to their hideout to assist with their situation.
---------------------------------------One hour later----------------------------------------------
After carrying the passed out heroine with them, they finally made it back to their hideout, a spacious, if run-down apartment that was no longer being rented out and simply left abandoned. A simple couch that had a TV in view and a coffee table were basically all of the furniture present.
Upon arriving, they dropped the hero on their couch, face up, with her arms and legs being tied to her side with the same bola she used to lock Harley's movements. And so, while waiting for her to wake up, both the villains sat on her, Selina on her chest, and Harley on her stomach.
It took only a few minutes for Barbara to wake. Where am I? What even happened, last thing I remember, I was trying to attack Harley and Selina, and then- no, that can't be it- that's way too disgusting, it must have been a nightmare. All of a sudden and confirming that it wasn't a dream, Catwoman piped up. "Oh, look who finally decided to wake up. You see, Harley and I have had a bad dinner, it made us very gassy, and well, since you were already so eager to take her farts head on, we decided to give you a gift: today, you get to be our couch!" She said, clearly making fun of the hero, being used as a cushion.
"That's right bat-brain, you're gonna smell all our farts, and there's nuthin' you can do about it." Harley said, taunting Barbara further. As soon as she said this, Selina moved to her right, taking a seat directly on Batgirl's face.
"She is quite comfortable. I might just make her my permanent seat!" Selina never intended on doing this. The wrath of Batman wouldn't be worth the trouble, but it sure made Barbara start to move violently, trying to shake her off of her face. But an unintended consequence of doing this was that Selina's belly started to rumble, and, a few seconds later, she farted, directly on Batgirl's nose. The smell was vile, and it hit her immediately, burning her face through the spandex-clad villain's ass. And Harley was enjoying every bit of it. Selina was rubbing it on her face, both literally and figuratively.
"You better smell all of them, otherwise I'll make you eat them." Selina said, with a deadpan tone, making her threat even more hard-hitting. Barbara was scared. Is she serious? She can't really make me do that, can she? I-I-I can't risk it... then, a loud sniff could be heard from Batgirl. "That's it, smell all of it, you're our bitch now." Following that taunt, she let out another fart, right into her face, which Batgirl immediately sniffed up, scared of the consequences of not doing so.
"She's really gettin' into it ahaha!" Harley said, laughing at her victim's expense. "My turn, my turn!!" she said, hitting Selina to get her off.
"Go ahead, I'm out" Selina said, getting off of her face and switching places with Harley, letting her take a seat on the hero's face.
As soon as she was able to speak, Barbara started to protest her situation. "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PSYCHOS, ONCE I'M OUT OF HE-" being cut off by Harley Quinn sitting directly on her open mouth, forcing it open with her ass.
"If ya really didn't want me to sit on your mouth, you shouldn't have opened it, ya know." Harley said, tauntingly. Batgirl kept moving, trying to knock her off her mouth, but to no avail. "Here it comes!" And after Harley said that, a bassy rumble could be heard; Harley had farted in Barbara's mouth. Her cheeks began to puff up, but she was determined to not swallow, but Harley decided to make that impossible by holding her nose shut. "If ya want to breathe, you have ta' use your mouth. It's got plenty of air already!"
I can't risk passing out again. Who knows what the hell they'll do to me this time, I have to do it..
And so, Barbara swallowed both her pride and Harley's gas.
"I-I can't believe she actually did it," Selina said, dumbfounded that Harley had made her eat her fart.
"There's plenty more where that came from. Ya betta' be ready!" Batgirl was having a hard time even believing her situation. I'm being used as a fart cushion by Harley and Selina. I can't believe this. How did this even happen..As soon as she started to think about this, Harley let another fart out on her tongue, forcing her to taste it fully. The sour taste was enough to make her feel lightheaded, but with the weight she was feeling, both on her face and on her chest, it was enough to keep her awake. Harley Quinn kept taunting, jumping up and down on her face, rubbing her ass up and down, all the while she was farting, right into her captive's open mouth. Every fart was worse than the last, and Barbara had to swallow all of them, scared of what they might do to her should she pass out.
After a few minutes of near constant farting, Harley felt that she was out, and decided to switch once again with Selina. "I'm out. Think ya can come back to our seat?" she said, tauntingly, while rubbing her ass on Barbara's face.
"Alright, I'll switch, but I'm going to make myself more comfortable." As soon as she said this, she started to remove her latex bodysuit, revealing her black lace bra and panties. Although Batgirl couldn't see what Selina was doing under Harley, she could still hear her zipper being pulled down, and began to panic, screaming. I am not going to be sat on that way. I refuse. No! she thought to herself, not wanting this torture to get even worse.
As soon as Harley got off of Barbara's face, she started to scream, "NO, I AM NOT GOING TO GET SAT ON AGAIN, NOT LIKE THAT." Noticing what she was doing, Selina had an idea. She quickly removed her panties, then shoved them into Batgirl's mouth, quickly grabbing some duct tape on the coffee table and taping her mouth shut.
"There, that should shut you up." Selina said, proud of her quick thinking and the way she was torturing her captive. Upon saying this, she took a seat on her, now favorite, seat, her nemesis' face, making sure her asshole was perfectly lined up with her nose.
Barbara was at her last straw; the panties tasted like sweat and the dried farts she had felt on her face, and the taste didn't get any better with time. Plus, if she wanted to breathe, it would have to be via her nose, which didn't look like a good option either. Her thoughts were interrupted by a large bassy fart that went directly into her nostrils, her eyes watering due to the smell. "Smell all of that. I don't want to smell a single thing, or else, I can make this even worse." Selina said, tauntingly. Barbara, not wanting to make things even worse, or pass out, started to sniff immediately.
Fart after fart, Batgirl had to sniff to get the little amount of air she could. Harley and Selina would switch, both having now removed their suits, Selina being in the nude, and Harley with her black and red square panties. Barbara felt herself at her wits' end. She couldn't take much more.
When she was about ready to give in, Harley got off of her face, deciding to pull her by her hair, closer to her ass. "Oh Batbrain, I've got a surprise fa' you!" "Ya see, sittin' on ya really made my ass sweaty, and it needs to get cleaned up, so, I want your tongue to do it. Get to lickin'!" Said Harley, as nonchalantly as you could sound, having gotten used to using the heroine however she saw fit. Removing the duct tape and panties closing Barbara's mouth. She can't be serious, she wants me to-to li-I can't even think about it.Barbara worringly thought. "Ya betta' stick that tongue out or we're gonna have issues." Harley said, with a demanding tone, while also pulling her captive's face closer to her ass. Batgirl didn't want to do it. She started moving her face, trying to get away.
Seeing this, Selina started to hold Barbara's head closer and closer to Quinn's ass. As she got closer, Barbara started to see the sweat mark directly in the middle of the villain's exposed panties. "You either get that tongue out and start licking, or you'll regret it," Catwoman said. Batgirl didn't even want to think about what they would do to her, but decided to not give in yet. If you lick now, you'll lick her panties. If you lick later, you lick her asshole." Catwoman says, threatningly.
Deciding the former was the better choice, she started to lick. It tasted salty and earthy, exactly like all of the farts she had to eat before. She started to gag, wanting to pull away, but Selina's grip made sure that was not a possibility.
In the middle of her licking, just as her tongue was touching her captor's ass, Harley farted. Maybe it was the fact that she only had her panties to block it, maybe it was the fact that her tongue was right on it, but that fart was worse than the ones she had to swallow before hand.
Barbara started to cough and to do everything in her power to move her head so she didn't have to continue to lick. But it was all in vain. The two villains were able to overpower her struggling, which was already weak due to her not having gotten fresh air in a few good hours.
Deciding to punish the hero for trying to stop licking her ass, Harley pulled down her cotton panties and said, "Hey, can't say I didn't warn ya'!" Upon doing so, she got closer to the hero, having her, now bare, asshole make direct contact with Barbara's tongue. The crusader started to panic, but was unable to close her mouth due to Catwoman's interference.
And then Harley farted.
The taste was immediately evident; earth, sweat, eggs; it was hard to say what it even tasted like, but it was hell. Barbara started to gag, wanting to remove her face from the hole that made her gag, but couldn't, as Harley had decided to once again sit down, making it impossible to remove her tongue, or her head for that matter. "You either start licking again, or you are going to become my toilet!" Harley said, demandingly.
And while Barbara didn't want to do so, she would rather not be used as a toilet. So she licked and kept licking. Harley continued to fart, and with each fart, Barbara felt herself getting more and more lightheaded. The last one was so long that the hero's cheeks began to puff up, and Batgirl passed out. It took a few minutes and farts for the villains to realise that the hero turned couch had fallen unconscious again.
"I think she's out again," said Catwoman, surprised that Harley made the hero fall unconscious once again. "Yeah, I really did it this time! But I'm not done with her yet!" Harley mischievously replied. "What are you thinking of doing?" Selina asked, curious. "Just wait an' see!" Harley said while winking.
Getting up, Harley took the now passed-out heroine and dragged her into the bathroom, ensuring her head was on the toilet seat. "That should do it!"
"Are you going to-" "Yup! My belly still feels bad; going to the toilet will help." "I'll be taking my leave then," Selina said, not wanting to take part in this. "Your loss!" said Harley, just before Catwoman left the apartment.
Harley then took her seat on Barbara's mouth, deciding to wait for her to wake up before using her new toilet. After a few minutes, she woke up.
Noticing where she was, she began to panic, thrashing around, but it was no use. Harley had tied her up; she wouldn't be able to get out.
"Look who finally decided to wake up!" "I've been needing to use you for a while," Harley said, talking to her seat. "Remember how I said I would use you as a toilet?" "Well, here we are!"
No, no she can't do this. No, no!!!
"All that shaking you did really made my belly start to rumble, so get ready!" Harley then started to push
A deep, rumbling fart immediately started to come out, making the hero's cheeks puff up. "Swallow it now, and I just might take it a bit easier on ya'." Harley had no intentions of doing so, but she just wanted Barbara to swallow it all with intent.
"Now, I feel like I really need to use the toilet; if you don't eat all of it, I might just install you here permanently."
She can't be serious, she can't be... Farting on me is one thing, but this.. she wouldn't, not even someone like her..
And Harley wouldn't stop farting, one after another, right on Barbara's tongue. All of them making the sound echo inside the heroine's cheeks.
Barbara didn't know what she dreaded more: the barrage of farts or what might come after they finished. Either way, she wanted out. But she wouldn't be that lucky.
And then, the farts started to get wet. There were so many that Batgirl's tongue itself started to get stained a different color.
But as she started to think that things couldn't get worse, Harley's asshole started to open up, which Barbara could feel right on her tongue.
"There it is! The main event is starting!! Get ready to eat it all up, my toilet! " Harley wanted to make sure Barbara understood she was just an object to her.
As soon as she said this, a thick log started to come out of Quinn's asshole, directly into Barbara's mouth, and there was no way of her getting it out. "That feels amazing, I've been waitin' fa this one to come out all night!" Harley said, euphorically, while using her nemesis as a toilet.
It was the worst thing that Barbara had ever tasted. It made her wish that Harley had just started farting again. It tasted like every single fart she had had to swallow until right now had been combined into solid form. And it was starting to fully fill her mouth. Harley wouldn't stop, it kept going, and going. But Barbara didn't want to swallow it. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
Just when Barbara didn't think things could get worse, Harley started to speak, "Bat-brain, ya either start eatin' by yourself, or I'll force ya to, and that's gonna be worse fa' you!" She said, giving her an order. Noticing that she wasn't eating, Harley hit her in the stomach, forcing her excrement further down her throat. And then, she started to swallow.
I can't die here. I need to breathe, even if that means... eating. Barbara started to think for herself. She decided there and then that she would rather be a toilet than die. And she started to swallow. Every single bit went right down her throat. The thick, earthy log kept going down her throat, tasting even worse going down than it felt going into her mouth.
"Good toilet!" "But I just noticed I don't have any toilet paper!" "Get to lickin'!" Harley ordered And Barbara did, licking her nemesis' asshole clean, eating every bit that was left over. To finish up, Harley gave one last fart, bigger than the others, taking one entire minute to finish. That last fart, plus the exertion of everything done to her, made Barbara pass out once again.