Harley Quinn crept through the shadows of Bane's lair, her eyes locked on the gleaming weapon prototype. "This baby's mine, big guy," she quipped, reaching for it. Bane emerged from the dark, his massive frame looming. "Stealing from me, Quinn? Bold, even for you." She smirked, spinning to face him. "What can I say? I like my toys dangerous and oversized."
He moved fast, ropes in hand, binding her wrists behind her back. "You think this is a game?" Harley laughed, testing the knots. "Oh honey, everything's a game when I'm around. You tying me up? That's foreplay." Tension crackled as he wrapped ropes above and under her chest, securing her arms to her torso, the bindings accentuating her curves. She felt a thrill, her body responding despite the restraint. "Keep going, tough guy. I'm already getting wet."
Bent over the table, Bane lashed her legs together at ankles, calves, and thighs. "You talk too much," he growled. "And you tie like a boy scout on steroids," she shot back, panting slightly as the ropes tightened. "Bet that hard cock of yours is twitching under all that muscle." The air grew thick with heat; she was horny, her pussy aching against the bonds.
He forced her to kneel again, stuffing fabric into her mouth before taping it secure. But Harley wasn't done—she arched her ass invitingly, eyes daring him. Bane freed his cock, hard and throbbing, and she leaned in for a messy blowjob around the gag, her tongue working what she could. "Mmmph," she moaned, dripping with anticipation.
Sweating and panting, he yanked the tape free just enough, thrusting into her wet pussy from behind while she was bound. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted. Harley pushed back, strong and unyielding. "Harder, or are you all rope and no rhythm?" Their bodies slammed together, her ass jiggling with each thrust.
She came first, crying out as cum coated his cock, her strong will turning the tables with witty taunts. "That's it, big boy—make me drip." Bane followed, spilling hot cum deep inside her, both sweating and spent on the floor.
Harley grinned through the loosened gag, already plotting her next move. "Round one's yours, but the game's just getting started."
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