Harley Quinn's Parole Day
By the elder barry erctow@aol.com
A more powerful Doll Face is Free


HARLEY QUINN'S PAROLE DAY

(A more powerful Doll Face is free)

Hey ... If life were fair there would be no need for wheel chairs nor for
padded bras and if life were fair the Joker would still be alive and Harley
Quinn wouldn't be jail.

Harley Quinn's five-year sentence at Arkham State prison for the Criminally
Insane flew by quickly for her because Doll Face harbored a vengeful spirit
that maniacally drove her forward. Harley had barely aged during her jail days
and with the help of the herbal elixirs provided to her by her friend and
confidant Poison Ivy the Mighty Quinn embarked on a revenge fueled frenzy that
allowed her to workout unrelentingly 24/7; when the time came Batman would be
nothing more than a warm up for her.

The Bat would be no match for Harley. But that mattered not to her, what
really mattered was taking down Superman which would be her ultimate revenge.

She had entered the prison a normal sized five-foot-seven-inch
one-hundred-fifteen-pound young woman with discernable but in no way prominent
biceps. However, within a few short weeks Harley had pushed herself from
barely 11" biceps to strapping 12 1/2" rock-hard impenetrable mountains of
female splendor.

She had begun her muscle building regimen using relatively light 20-pound
weights constantly curling her biceps at every opportunity gradually
increasing the weights from 20 to 30 to 40 to 50-pound weights. After
six-months Harley could feel the burn and with each incremental weight
increase and she noticed that her biceps were growing and growing clearly
exceeding 15" or more.

Harley didn't limit her endeavors to body building and muscle enhancements
alone she participated in each and every fighting class available to the
prisoners including Karate and MMA disciplines not to mention Craw Maga. She
even attended classes for men because there were too few classes available to
women.

Initially the men were anxious to spar with her, test her. In no time at all
the men were less anxious preferring to not be embarrassed.

She never ignored her body building schedule graduating to heavier and heavier
weights 60-70-80-90-100-pound free weights. Her massive biceps when flexed now
measured an almost incomprehensible 16 1/2" of steel.

Harley regularly met with the truly demented Dr. Quincy Sharp the Warden at
Arkham prison. Who, for sexual favors, provided her with access to
state-of-the-art exercise and muscle building equipment, computer access,
experimental powerful anabolic steroids, special nutritional foods and more.

Poison Ivy combined her fascination with the human body with her horticulture
acumen and surpassed all reasonable expectations with her discovery of a
muscle building plant-based supplement, a supplement that provided the body
with super-nutrients that when released in stimulated accelerated muscle
growth.

Within a couple of short weeks Harley's body mass more than doubled her
previous size to incredible 35" biceps; even more amazing the Mighty Quinn's
corresponding strength increased almost tenfold.

Ivy promised Harley that if she were to meet Superman in a mano-to-mano
confrontation she would be as strong if not stronger than the Man of Steel and
infinitely more skilled in the ways of mortal combat.

Harley could feel mega-power surging through her veins and in order to check
out Ivy's bullshit meter and to satisfy her own curiosity Harley Quinn
effortlessly lifted DR. Strange's vintage 2,500-pound Volkswagen over her head
with one hand.

Doll Face cajoled the Warden convincing him to reduce her sentence to time
served ostensibly releasing the villainess hellcat for good behavior. Harley
left the prison in the company of Poison Ivy without the media having been
notified. She visited the specifically constructed underground multi roomed
bunker that would serve as a private prison for the members of the Justice
League of America; a prison designed to not only incarcerate the supremely
gifted but arrogant sometimes petty and vengeful uber-jerks.

Dr. Harleen Quinzell who had been a practicing psychiatrist not only intended
to physically abuse the pompous superheroes Harley intended to break them
physiologically as well ... Doll Face wouldn't be satisfied until the
superheroes, all of the heroes, were painfully and physically defeated as well
as reduced to mentally challenged drooling idiots ... With Batman at the top
of her list.

Quinn wasted little time surreptitiously staking out the Dark Knight, learning
his patrolling routines. For several days she observed as the Bat disrupted
the efforts of petty criminals, muggers, and burglars. One evening she
ambushed the Bat by dressing as a homeless man wearing an over seized
sweatshirt and a hood who feigned a purse snatching.

When the crime fighter predictably intervened, Harley punched him in the
stomach with such ferocity he dropped to his knees wheezing like an asthmatic
vomiting as he did so. Undeterred the Bat regained his composure and began to
attack his advisory with everything he had; karate, judo, MMA strikes as well
as run of the mill traditional punches. She effortlessly parried away each and
every attempted blow countering with devasting blows of her own, blows that
forced Batman to fall to the ground.

He was becoming more and more demoralized; feeling helpless against the
overwhelming power and strength of his advisory. No more so than when the
burglar removed the hood head allowing her long blonde hair to cascade down to
her powerful shoulders announcing to him that he had been fighting with a
female, a girl who had easily kicked his ass.

"Surprise." When she pulled off her oversized sweatshirt, she was wearing an
armless undershirt shirt revealing biceps rivaling mountains in size and
grandeur. The Bat fell back on his haunches looking up in amazement at none
other than Harley Quinn who was now a six-foot-two-inch muscle girl ... Her
mammoth pulsating peaked 35" biceps signaled to him in no uncertain terms ...
GAME OVER.

"Damn, Bruce ... I wish you could see your face." She flexed her biceps
furiously hopping to reach 36" for fist time. "I'm twice your size and
infinitely stronger." She laughed manically wondering who she should take down
next.

However, Doll Face was far from finished from doling out punishments befitting
his heinous acts; i.e., imprisoning her and with the help of Superman killing
her one, true love the Joker. She beat him as if he were a redheaded
step-child.

When he awakened in the underground room, she had prepared for him he found
that he was a mass of black and blue welts, bleeding sores, broken ribs,
lacerated kidneys, and most embarrassingly a severely damaged sphincter that
had caused him to soil himself; several times by the look of the room.

Time passed and Harley, with malice in her heart visited the Bat at least
three times a day spewing her venomous hatred. The food the staff fed him was
tasty and seemingly nutritional but unknown to him was laced with Ex-lax and
other diuretics products which coupled with the weakened sphincter caused
incontinence and bat guano was everywhere.

Each day before the poop-pills could take effect Doll Face would enter his
room, flex her mightily biceps in his face, force the Bat to wrap his hands
around her upper arms as best he could and when he failed to fully encircle
her mammoth muscles she would forcibly affect a painful unbreakable headlock
squeezing until he shat himself uncontrollably over and over again before
passing out.

To make the situation even worse his room was rarely cleaned nor was he
permitted to shower, the stench was overpowering. She was demonstrating her
total and complete dominance over the once powerful quasi-superhero.

The former psychiatrist fully understood that the he would eventually shit
himself every time he caught site of Doll Face flexing her biceps such would
be the fear of the Dark Knight. The hypnotic power of suggestion was
overwhelming terrifying to the once proud Batman who understood he was now and
would forever be her bitch.

The sudden and unexplained disappearance of Bruce Wayne the billionaire
entrepreneur philanthropist was world wide news and a mystery while the
absence of Batman went barely noticed accept of course for the internet
blockers who felt vindicated in their claims that they were the same person.

Years earlier Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, had been taken in, raised, and trained
by Bruce. The Boy Wonder knew the truth and was determined to find the Batman
where ever he might be, rescue him if necessary. Robin had a more than just a
working knowledge of his mentor's paroling routine which he duplicated night
after night.

"Hey boy." A very tall and beautiful young woman sidled up to him. "You
looking for some action?"

He recognized Harley when she smiled and flexed her oversized biceps. However,
before he could answer she grabbed him around his neck with her right hand,
throat lifted the completely over matched youngster a foot in the air
ruthlessly slamming the boy to the pavement over and over again until he
mercifully passed out.

Robin awakened sitting on a cot in a glass partitioned room watching his hero
and mentor in a most disheveled state wallowing in his own putrid excrement
seemingly oblivious to his pitiful circumstance.

A naked Harley Quinn flaunting her incomprehensible mesmerizing female form
entered the room and the BAT immediately dropped to the floor, crawled to her,
and began to lick and kiss her feet before rising on his haunches kissing her
bare ass with gusto.

"Good boy." The mighty Quinn who at heart was a domineering sadist patted her
pet on the head, gave him a cookie, and sneered as she watched hm crawl back
to his bed.

"Hi Robin." She sneered some more again. "I heard you were looking for
Batman." She compulsively flexed her ever expanding biceps and snickered
aloud. "Glad I could help you with that."

"Screw you, bitch." Robin surprised himself with the vehemence his voice
conveyed and he immediately feared reprisals. "What have you done to Batman?"
He softened his tone.

"I have broken him." More muscle flexing ensued. "I plan to do the same to a
number of the more prominent superheroes soon to be known to the world as the
super-zereos." ... Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, The Flash, The
Green Lantern ..." Still more bicep flexing punctuated her surprisingly
measured threats

"One down ... and at least six to go." She pointed at Batman and asked Boy
Wonder. "Robin, before I break you, please tell me who should be my next
victim?"

She wistfully closed her eyes and pictured the remaining members ... She
eliminated Superman he would be her last conquest. The Mighty Quinn
confidently set her sights on Wonder Woman who she would confront at a bar
Diana Prince, her alter ego, was known to frequent.

Diana was setting at the end of the bar wearing her stylish naval uniform
dress fending off guy after guy when Harley made her move by leaning over the
Amazon beauty while ordering Diana's drink of choice a gin gimlet.

"Hi there." Diana locked eyes with the tall blonde girl. "That's my drink,
too." "When she lowered her gaze, she was staring at the deepest cleavage she
had ever seen in person. "Damn girl, you've got it all going on don't you."

Nearly all Amazons are bi-sexual and Diana sensed an unmistakable sexual
tension between them building. For nearly an hour and three gin gimlets and
two brandy alexanders later the titillating girl talk finally got serious and
Harley invited Diana to her palatial mansion.

"You have a beautiful place here." Diana was impressed and said as much. "I'm
impressed."

"Thanks ... Relax and make yourself a drink." Harley pointed to the bar. "Let
me make myself a little more comfortable." Moments later the Mighty Quinn
sauntered into the living room wearing nothing but a smile and her birthday
suit.

"Holy shit." Diana was stunned as she watched Harley flex her biceps and pecs
making her large pillowy breasts bounce up and down and side to side each
competing with the other for the Amazon's full attention.

Retreating to the bedroom the two genetically blessed excited females engaged
in every sexual act known to man, but in this case to women. Early into the
morning hours, a completed sated Diana Prince realized she didn't even know
the big blonde's name.

"The was fantastic." Diana tweaked her still erect nipple. "Who are you?"

"Sweetie, I'm your worst nightmare." Harley pounced sitting on Wonder Woman's
chest and pinned her arms down with her knees. "Surprise." The Might Quinn
began to reign devasting right-and left-handed punches down on the helpless
Amazon before finally wrapping her huge bicep around Diana's neck effecting an
unbreakable rear-naked sleeper hold.

"Nighty-night dear, sweet dreams."

"Let me down." Wonder Woman awoke completely naked chained spread eagled to a
wall by her wrists and ankles. Two dwarfs were holding a long metal pipe in
their tiny hands while a third was greasing the pole with lubricant.

"No, please. You can't"

"Oh, but I can." Harley stood directly in front of Diana flaunting her
bodacious naked self in all of its glory. A disturbingly fiendish grin spread
across her face.

Harley Quinn's Parole Day ... by the Elder Barry ... 2,200 words - to be
continued

The potions fed her overly developing body which she concealed from the warden
and guards as best and for as long as she could.