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HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS, DON'T CHANGE THAT CHANNEL, THE BEST IS YET TO COME..... First a note of thanks to those in the next paragraph Wow.....thank you, Cindy, Anon, MB Fan, Daphne, Mikerpen and Princess for your kind words and review of this storyline. I took note that so far there have been over 3000 individuals who have read the story and wish to make sure that you who have reviewed the storyline get credit for taking the time to write a quick review. I hope that all readers would write one; but know that it is only going to be a seldom few. Cindy, thank you for stating the writing is fantastic. Anon, thank you for stating nice unofficial sequel and that you liked it. MB Fan, thank you for wondering if Mockingbird was going to truly go from good boy to bad girl when you read the initial sequel and I hope you saw that Joker's new jester is truly going from good boy to bad girl. Daphne, thank you for your statement that the real crime would be in not continuing the storyline and again I take note that you wrote your initial review prior to me revamping and resending the first installment. Mikerpen, thank you for mentioning that it is a good continuation of the original storyline and I hope that you have gained an improved understanding of which way this sequel is heading. Finally Princess I hope that you took note that there has been new sections added since you first wrote the initial review and that you have seen an increase in the hints of hypnosis. I again like to state, I take your reviews seriously and did incorporate some of your thoughts and ideas. In the next installment further developments of the family of three will happen. There will be a number of periods where Mockingbird, Harley and Puddin (Mr. J, the Joker) will each harken back to the first three months that Robin nay Mockingbird, nay Robin (LOL) fell under the domination of Joker and his number one girl......Till then maybe I will see more readers posting reviews and providing suggestions for the storyline. Below is a quick glimpse of what is to come in the next installment of the storyline that I have been working on...... Robin's New Look: Mockingbird's Rebirth - Not sure if the title will remain Rebirth...... - Joker's Nabs a Doctor Joker had summoned the two henchmen who had accompanied his two girls to the ladies room earlier in the evening as soon as the last of Gotham's criminal underworld had departed his extensive lair. The remaining low level members of his criminal empire were set the task of clearing away the assortment of hodge podge banquet tables, chairs, serving platters, utensils, and all the rest of the supplies, equipment, food items and repair the lair to it hedonistic clown town appearance that he was sooo enamored by. With his two minions in tow, the clown prince of Gotham's underworld, departed his lair to snatch up the good doctor and her wonderous serum that she had developed. He felt not a single care in the word as to her feelings on whether or not she would accompany him and use her serum, along with Harley's and Mockingbird's DNA, which would be extracted from a tube of their blood. She would do his bidding, as he commanded and if she did so without a fuss, well he thought, she just might live for a couple of weeks. If not, then well heck, he would still take what he needed and she could depart her mortal coil and join the other circus misfits that he and his number one gal, Harley, had seen fit to separate their dam souls from their bodies. As far as the underlings who were accompanying him, his offer to them when he had secured the good doctor, would last till the big hand on his watch struck 12. The three quickly made their way to a jazzed up rich purple convertible PT Cruiser which had its top down, where Joker waited till the henchman who was acting as the front seat passenger, opened the door for him, then he climbed in and settled down on the lone seat in the back which had a high back panel covered in thick plush memory foam cushion and arm rests constructed from rich mahogany wood with an intricate design that appeared to take clownish characterizations. If his two jesters had accompanied him on this heist, they would have followed along in a similar PT Cruiser, which was parked along his; but the rear chairs would have been smaller in stature and there would have been two of them (he had the vehicle modified to account for his new gal Mockingbird, once she had become the third member of his small family), for his two gals to settle their sexy rumps into. The vehicle roared to life and took off up a ramp that led out of the underground parking of his lair, that was totally concealed from prying eyes. The vehicle followed a circuitous route towards the home of the female doctor with the headlights turned off, using many back streets to avoid detection by any stray police car, all the while the two henchmen listened in on a police band radio, that allowed the to adjust their traffic pattern, while following directions that were provided through a GPS system that had been designed specifically for the Jokermobile. After an hour of driving and having carefully avoided police detection, the Jokermobile arrived a short distance down the street from where the female doctor resided. The group of three of Gotham's underworld remained concealed in a darkened area of the street and kept watch. They took note that the good doctor appeared to be home alone and one of the henchman silently made his way to where he could watch the home at the same time remain concealed from prying eyes of neighbors. They waited in silence for a good hour or more, before the good doctor appeared to have settled for bed and then the group of three with Joker in the lead, surreptitiously made their way quietly around to the rear of the small bungalow home and then just as silently gained entrance through a rear door, that did not withstand the various tools that they carried and gained entrance to the small home. Quietly they made there way up a short flight of stairs and turned left where a bedroom door was slightly closed. Joker bid his men to wait outside, while he slipped into the room and took note of the lone female figure, apparently in a light slumber. Stealthily he padded up to the doctor and upon reaching her, he clamped his purple gloved right hand firmly over her mouth and nose. With a manic smile plastered across his ghostly white face, Joker waited till the sleeping female began to squirm from lack of oxygen and her eyes flew open as her breath showed a strong need to overcome what was reducing her flow of needed air. He placed his gloved left index finger, held close to his demented smiling open mouth, in the universal sign of quiet, till she acknowledged the sign with a strong nodding of her head up and down several times as recognition dawned on her who the demented clown was, fear showing in her wide open eyes. As he relaxed his pressure over her mouth and nose and she took in several gulps of breath, she snapped out in a quiet; but firm tone of voice. "What, what do you want Mr. Joker." "What, I want," began the Joker in a stern commanding tone, "is the world, and all that it has to offer me." He paused a second, then continued, "What I want is the love of my life, my sweet Harley to have the sister, she has longed for all these years." He then wagged his left gloved index finger, and declared. "What I will take is your help in achieving that success, and all the success of having my two girls, whole and totally obedient to yours truly!" he finished as he poked himself firmly about his chest several times. "Huh," she spoke softly, as she noted the wild look in his painted ghostly faced eyes. "What does that have to do with me?" "What, why, how, who," a manic laugh bubbling up from between his wide grinning mouth as he continued, "why, you have everything to do with it, doctor." "I have taken great note in your experiments and I WANT WHAT YOU HAVE DEVELOPED!" He stopped for a breath, his laughter dying down a bit as he firmly stated. "Ohhh not to be used on me, you demented witch." Joker had noted the look of puzzlement in her eyes. "No it is for my girls and that good doctor is enough of the questions." As the good doctor looked into the hooded eyes of Joker, she quickly realized that he had meant what he stated when he told her no more questions. There was a bit of defiance that she passed on to him though with her own steady look, as she held her gaze steady and a firm set of her full pink lips pressed together was her only response to his statements. Joker, took note of her steady defiant gaze and decided he would not take the time to induce her to conduct the DNA modifications to his girl Mockingbird. He reached into an inner pocket of his long tailed dark purple evening coat and pulled out a small aerosol spray bottle that contained a specialized hypnotic joker gas that was diluted in order to allow the victim to be able to comply with his commands. A smile would form upon the face of the individual who was sprayed with his specialized gas and not only was it able to bring on a light trance like state; but it also caused an immediate addiction to the formulated spray. He brought the bottle up with a flourish inches from her face and with one squeeze of the trigger, sent a mist right into her nasal passages. The chemicals within the mist took close to a minute to take effect, and then he noted with pleasure the manner in which her full lips spread into a wide clownish smile with the tips of her lips spreading upward and her mouth taking on an wide elongated appearance. Her hazel eyes lost the fear and slowly blinked into a dull gaze. Joker then bid her to rise and dress. The good doctor complied tossing the soft billowy down comforter off her full figured frame, showing that she was wearing a soft pink satin teddy with matching soft light pink satin full cut high waisted panties. Joker took in the full figured lush frame of the good doctor and decided that he might not take her life after all. He thought of a better position for her instead and he allowed that thought to settle back in his mind till the time would come to send her off to her new job. He continued to watch her as she went about getting dressed. The good doctor removed the soft light pink satin teddy her tits now on prominent display boasting a solid 36C, large and firm with dark half dollar size nips. Although she had a full figured frame it was well toned and and showed little to no fat around her belly. Her hips were plump and wide; but as she moved it was noted that here again they were not soft framed hips; but well toned and sleek muscles could be noted as she sensually glided to her closet, where she pulled out a long sleeve cream colored summer dress. She then went to her dresser, opened the top drawer and with practiced ease located the light pink satinny bra. She fitted the bra around her with the straps facing front and just below her firm melons, where she hooked the clasps in place, then swiftly shifted the bra around so that her cups were facing front, slipped her arms through her should straps and again it was noted that her arms were not a build up of fat; but were firm and toned and showed off sleek look ending with delicate fingers and short nails that were clean and had a hint of clear gloss on them. She next pulled the cups of her bra up over her tits, which allowed for her cleavage to present with an enhanced presence. Quietly she slipped the summer dress over her head and it settled downward as her arms slipped into each sleeve. The hem of the dress fell to just above her ankle line. Finally she pulled on a pair of low rise open toed sandals and here her movements stopped. Joker looked upon the good doctor, who stood still awaiting the commands, still showing the insipid clownish smile, then spoke with yet another firm command. "Doctor, gather up all your research files and your chemical formula that you have created, that when you add the DNA of my two girls will create the serum that I so desire to use. "Sir," she spoke in a dull tone void of thoughts. "the research files are at my lab along with the dozen formula tubes." "Well, then," started Joker, "off we go then good doctor to your lab." he then bid her with a pointed finger towards the door leading out of her bedroom. "Follow along, like a good pet." He then started out of the bedroom and continued walking to the front door, one of his goons snapping fast movements to the front door, looked outside after opening it, then held it open as first Joker, then the good doctor and finally the second henchman stepped outside of her home. The group of four continued to his Jokermobile, where the second henchman, quickly opened the door and Joker once more took his rightful place in his seat, then bid the good doctor to settle on the floor beside him. She did so and the door was closed after the second henchman climbed into the front right seat. The goon who had opened the front door of the home, first made sure all lights were off, then locked and closed the door. He quickly made his way to the driver's side door of the Jokermobile, climbed in and started the vehicle up. The vehicle took off in a light puff of purplish smoke and began yet another circuitous route to the good doctor's lab. The drive to the lab took about 15 minutes of time and upon reaching the lab, the minion seated in the passenger front side seat, stepped out and allowed first the good doctor, then Joker to exit the vehicle. Joker informed the henchman to wait at the vehicle. Then he and the female doctor, made their way into the lab and she did as he had commanded her. She gathered up several junk drives with all her research, and then placed the dozen lab tubes filled with her chemical formula, inside small cooler. They quickly left the lab having spent a total of 20 inside so she could collect everything and returned to the Jokermobile, once more with him settling into his seat and the good doctor settling down on the floor beside him, only this time with her hands full of her junk drive of files and the small cooler. The vehicle which had remained running took off for the final time that night and once more the driver took another route that would keep prying eyes off their travels. It took an hour for them to return to the lair and the two henchmen opened the doors standing by as first the female doctor, then Joker himself exited the Jokermobile. Joker bid the doctor to wait a short distance away, then turned and had his henchmen meet him at the front of his specialized vehicle. Once they both were at the front, the Joker looked at them at first with a stern look, then he allowed it to soften as he spoke. "You two were chosen for this special adventure due to your actions of last night," he began. He allowed them to feel that first sense of wonderment then continued on. "You both misspoke and made comments about my two sexy jesters, that is MINE AND MINE ALONE TO MAKE!" A quick flash of devilish anger spewed forth from his clownish looking face. "For that, I can not have you around anymore." He, then pulled out an extremely large watch on a chain, that was hidden within one of his many pockets of his long tailed coat. He held it up at chest level, then finished with a flourish and his patented manic laughter. "Haaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaa, you have till the big hand strikes 12 to be out of here!" Filling himself with more air to finish, "Out of here and out of Gotham!" The two henchmen, knew that Joker was good as his word, and that they would have as far as they could tell at least 10 minutes before the big hand struck 12 from what they could see of the watch and the positioning of the big hand. "Buttttt, boss," they both began in unison, "we didn't mean any harm by our comments." They looked him square in the face, then at each other and were figuring after seeing he was not going to budge from his declaration, that it was best that they start making tracks, without any further pleading to remain in the gang. Little did they know; but his specialized watch was now 5 seconds from striking 12 and as it did, he pressed the large button located at the top of the watch and a mist of the most devilish Joker spray, smothered the two henchmen in the face, bringing about a quick clown like smile and catatonic state, that over a period 10 minutes would reduce them to death. Joker left them there as they withered and the remaining throes of their misspent life, collected up the good doctor and began to make his way into the lair. He stopped as he noted several hoods hanging around and bid them to make sure all the trash went out to the dump in the morning. Seeing that the two goons who had accompanied their boss on the late night adventure had not entered the lair with him, they knew immediately that he meant to have the rotting corpses of the lowly henchmen disposed of with the trash. They quickly nodded an affirmation to his order and allowed Joker to continue on his travels with the female who had entered the lair with him. Joker did bid one of the henchmen forward and directed him to take the good doctor to the makeshift lab that had been set up. This now handled, Joker moved began to make his way to his and his two female jesters humble abode, nestled deep in the lair, well away from where his assorted henchmen were housed. He looked at a second watch and took note that it was closing in on 8 in the morning and here he was a quiet sort of fellow, who as far as he believed, would do no harm to any other individual, no matter how much they had maligned him or his girls. "What's fair is fair," he stated to no-one and to everyone, who could hear him, "and it's only fair that I uphold the honor of my two wickedly sexy jesters." he finished as he entered his own suite of rooms, quickly making his way to the bedroom after striding through his parlor. - Jesters Day for Pampering and Mischief - Joker Day of Rest Mockie awoke from hers and Harley's late night sexual escapades still spooned up against her big sis. She could feel her sister's delicate hands still cupping her heat filled boobies in a tender embrace and her sis's face snuggling up against the left side of her slender exposed neckline, the warmth that she felt emanating from her big sister's body comforting her, protecting her from the morning chill of their bedroom, deep in the heart of their man's lair, located in a deep underground, forgotten no longer useful, old subway track, that had seen its last heyday back in the late 1950s. She felt the heat weeping up against her bum from her big sis' mound pressed up against her butt cheeks which were lightly coated with dried pussy juices left over from their sexual escapades of the previous night. "heeeheeheehee," Mockie giggled remembering the lust filled passions that her big sis displayed while Mockie lavishly licked, suckled, fingered and tongue bathed Harley's sweet gash. "yuuuuuummmmmmyyyyy," she moaned softly remembering the delicious tastes of Harley's pussy, her mouth wide open pressed firmly around her big sis' outer lips, while her tongue had dived deep into the slick wet juicy tunnel. How she wished she had a similar tunnel of love that her big sis and Mr. J could devour, how she wanted to feel the same exact thrills that her big sis felt while she lapped up her big sis' pussy juices. Those thoughts quickly ran through her girlie brain, then she turned her thoughts towards showing her big sis more of the same loving that Harley had taught her to provide. Reluctantly she pulled away from Harley's warm female body, only to roll over on to her opposite side, so that she was now face to face with her big sis. She slowly pressed her jiggling, tatted, boobies up against Harley's tits, and just as slowly began to rub their combined pairs of tits against each other, bringing forth a heat in both hers and Harley's sets of girls. Her girls, Harley's girls tantalizingly, mashing together, the friction bringing forth a spark of pure lust in Mockie's eyes, she began to plant kisses and hickeys along the soft neckline of her sis. Her pierced tongue probed her big sister's inner ears, while her delicate hands lavishly roamed about Harley's abdomen, first tickling, then lightly scratching the toned flesh of her sister's smooth belly. With light tears in her eyes, she whispered into Harley's ear, "Mmmmm, sis.......love you." Harley was slowly waking up herself, till she felt her little sis, mashing her tanned, tatted tits up against hers, the light scratching of her belly and the nibbling on her ears and neck brought her fully awake, as she felt heat increasing through out her body, her pink swollen outer lips of her pussy quivering and her flower once more blooming wide open from the ministrations of her little sister. "Yeppers," Harley thought, "I have sure taught my slutty sister well. Finishing her line of thought with, "this is how I want to wake up every morning, with Mockie pleasing me." She then wrapped her arms around her little sis, began squeezing Mockingbirds ripe, plush, firm tushie, adding a love slap here and there where her slender hands touched the jiggling booty flesh. Her left hand then slipped between the cleft of Mockie's twin plush rump mounds till she reached the caged boi-clit that was tucked tightly in place and she firmly squeezed the tip of her little sister's boi-clit. Mockie whimpered with pain and excitement as her big sis pinched and tickled her caged boi-clit, pondering what it would feel like if Harley was pinching a real hooded clit that she reverently wished she had. She knew her big sis was all heated up from the ministrations that she had plied to Harley's delicious body. Slithering down in the bed, Mockie re-positioned herself till her shaded eyes once more was gazing into her big sis's quivering kitty. Lavishly she planted tiny kisses all across Harley's puffy outer pussy lips, every once in a while tenderly chewing on the slick oily outer folds, tasting the juices that coated her sis' heated pussy. She then began to dart her pierced tongue in and out of Harley's pussy, while spreading her lips open with the tips of her sculpted nails. Over the course of the past few months she had learned why girls truly took care of their fingernails and constantly sought to make sure that they were a minimal of an inch long. Hers were two inches in length with gentle curving from end to end and had been strengthened due to applications of nail products every time her and Harley went to their favorite nail salon operated by trusted manicurists for figures in Gotham's criminal underworld. She knew now that the primary reason that she had been taught to care for her nails, was so that she could use them to bring sexual pleasure to her lovers, which consisted of Harley and Puddin. She also learned that her strengthened nails were also her primary tool for fighting. At this very moment though her nails were being used to cause a rush of blood to her big sis' outer pussy lips, which in turn caused Harley to take her toned slender legs and wrap them about the torso of Mockie, squeezing them together so that Mockie was locked in place with her face buried deep into Harley's shaking, pulsing pussy flesh. She felt Harley's hands pressing firmly on the back of her blonde locks, which furthered the pressure of her delicate face against her big sis' gash, till she felt the eruption of Harley's pussy juices which coated her her face and filled her mouth with the tangy, sweet scented juices. After several minutes of thrashing orgasmic releases, Harley tapped her little sister on her shoulders and stated. "Enough sis, enough, we need to get ready for our spa day." Joker, meanwhile had returned to his own bedroom, after a long night of torturing the female doctor, bringing her close to a catatonic state, before she acquiesced, to his commands and began to work on setting up a lab in a far off corner of his lair. Before settling in for a day of rest, he turned on the video feed to his gals' bedroom and took strong note and delight in the semi-lesbian lust filled sexual dalliance that they had been engaged in. When he heard Harley telling his new gal Mockie "enough....." he laughed to himself, then turned off the video feed and settled down for several hours of rest. Mockingbird heard her big sis, say enough, and although a pout formed on her slick lips, she knew better than to continue on with eating out Harley's reddish, swollen, puffy kitty. She pushed herself upwards, till she was away from her big sister's Y, then crawled back up into an embrace with Harley. Harley, might have had enough of her little sis munching on her tender, puffy pussy; but she pulled Mockie into a tight embrace, kissed her on her lips, tasting her sweet juices still coating Mockingbird's lips, then forced her tongue deep into her little sister's mouth, where she lapped up remnants of her heated pussy. She then pushed Mockie away and slapped her on her plump rump. "Let's go girlie, time to empty our bladders, shower and don fresh make-up!" Harley emphatically declared finishing her statement with equal emphasis. "We can forgo shaving our legs today as we are getting full body waxes!" Three months ago, Robin, nay Mockingbird, would have been humiliated at undergoing a spa treatment, even two months ago it would have instilled a sense of butterfly fear in the pits of her belly; but for the past month, with the psyche of Mockie, taking a stronger hold on this lush body, the fear had dissipated and in its place was the beginning of a desire to be pampered, to have her weekly pedicure, manicure, hair styled, a complete body waxing, time in the massage parlor, a luxuriating sauna treatment, and an all around girls day out to have fun. Mockie, bounced out of bed, landing on the balls of her soft feminine feet, and began to pad to their shared bathroom, never once did her heels touch the carpeted floor, as she kept them raised two to three inches off the soft plush maroon carpet, her tushie swinging left then right with each mincing step as the toes of her feet were constantly pointed inwards, in order to hide the treasure that all girls are taught to hide. Sighing wistfully she wished once more that she did not have that caged male package, which was tucked firmly between her slick, toned, smooth, tanned thighs, instead she again hungered for the day when she would would be sporting a heated kitty like her big sister. Harley had beat Mockie into the bathroom and had already claimed the toilet. She settled down and emptied her bladder and pooped, while doing this, she prepared a package of moist towelettes, so that she could wipe away the dried juices that had collected around her outer pussy lips. She gently wiped herself clean from the pee and poopies, then used a moist towelette to gently clean her outer lips. She then rose from the toilet and allowed Mockingbird the use. Mockie, followed her big sister's example, peeing, pooping and then wiping herself clean. When the toilet paper ran up against her caged boi-clit, she about jumped as it was sore and very very tender. After wiping herself clean and still following her big sis' example had used a moist towelette, she too rose off the toilet and together the two feminine jesters entered the shower stall, which Harley had prepped while she was using the toilet. Joker's two jesters quickly showered, as they both knew they were running late in heading out for their girls day at the spa. They exited the shower and applied light coats of forest green lipstain, just a touch of foundation and a hint of lavender scented oils to their bodies. They then dressed in identical denim mini skirts bobby socks, off the shoulder bodysuits with snap crotch and underneath the bodysuit they were identical dark lavender hipster panties with their ever present menstrual pads which they would be wearing for at least another 6 days, only Mockie's had the stenciling in gold letters Joker's Gal. Harley slipped into a pair of heeled platform shoes, while Mockingbird slipped on a pair of 3 inch heeled ankle booties. In a bag, they tossed in various items of jewelry, make-up, hair clips, and their jester costumes. Prior to dashing out, the pair entered Joker's inner sanctorum and they each planted a kiss on their assigned cheeks of Puddin. Slipping out through their own bedroom door, into their boudoir, they then made their way out into the lair proper, where two minor henchmen were waiting. The two from the night previous had taken off for a day of rest. Mincing along merrily the Joker's two jesters made their way to the underground exit, where there was parked in deep hiding several vehicles. The two henchmen went to opposing sides of a non-descript four door sedan, where they quickly opened the back doors for their charges to settle into the comfy backseat of. The henchmen then entered the front seat of the vehicle, started it up and took off for the spa, using a circuitous route the vehicle soon arrived at an old warehouse district, then passed through to the far end where there were a string of shops and stores. Here the henchman pulled into a corner lot and they exited the front of the vehicle to let out the two jesters. They continued to observe as the two females strolled along as if not a care in the world, the large tote bag was slung over Mockie's right shoulder, which the two goons, noted she was lightly clutching with her delicate right fingertips, and her mincing steps caused a sway of her girlie hips, her boobs in the form fitting bodysuit jiggling up and down as they slowly made there way to the front entrance and waited outside the vehicle, until they had entered the spa, they then sat back down in the front seats and waited patiently for their charges to exit the spa, which they had learned over the course of the past few months, could take all day. Upon entering the spa shop the two female jesters were met by two teams of three young, stunningly dressed ladies, who were matching outfits that consisted of tight black spandex crop pants, pale pink tights, low heeled soft black shoes, and short sleeved hot pink bodysuits, which were low cut and exposed ample cleavage, as they sported tits that were an easy 36C , who would be caring for them the whole time that they were in the spa. Mockingbird, was quickly surrounded by the team of young ladies that would be pampering her, as they had often in the past. Harley spoke up for her little sis and declared to the team of three young ladies hoovering around Mockie, "She will have the same exact treatment as last Friday," she stated in a firm, commanding tone. "please make sure that her make-up is just right, as we will be engaging in some girlie mischief after we leave here." she finished with a little manic laughter in her voice. Mockingbird, pondered the declaration of her big sis; but knew not to argue against what Harley desired to happen during the course of her spa treatment. Besides, she thought, she always looked like a devilishly sexy jester when her day in the spa was completed. The team of three young ladies whisked Mockie on the way to her first sitting, which was where she would receive her pedicure and manicure; but she knew that after her toenails and fingernails were cleaned, clipped and her old nail polish removed, the cuticles were pushed back, her nails were buffed, her slender hands were exfoliated, that she would then proceed to the hair washing station, where the team of three youthful looking ladies scrub her golden locks and this time, Mockie knew they would be adding streaks of dark red and forest green highlights to her neck length lightly curled hair. She knew that her hair would be wrapped in a plastic net, to allow for her to move on to the third station, which was often a bit painful to endure; but was a much desirable course of treatment, for her whole body would receive a very hot wax treatment, which would take a minimum of two hours. As soon as she had completed the mani and pedi, Mockie was whisked to a large room that consisted of two 6 feet, firm long memory foam cushioned waist high beds that were about 24 inches wide. Here she and her big sis would endure their hot wax body treatment, plus a deep facial cleaning. She and her big sis arrived together and were allowed several minutes alone to remove every stitch clothing they had arrived in. Mockie, knew that her treatment with the hot wax would incorporate the front of her legs, all the way up to her inner thighs, in small areas at a time having the hot wax applied, then a soft clothe applied directly over the still warm wax and the clothe pulled away in the opposite direction of the growth of her hair. While two of the young ladies would be working on her legs, the third member of the team, would begin the hot wax treatment on her arms and special attention would be focused on the under pits of her arms where they connected to her upper torso. The team of three young ladies were certified beauticians and estheticians who utilized the latest professional waxes specially made to treat the areas of Mockie's shins, toes, and face area, which were highly sensitive. Every inch of her body, excluding her golden blonde hair atop her head was subject to the hot body waxing, even the cleft between her plump, firm tushie and all around her puckered tight rosebud. Having endured the total hot wax body treatment and all unwanted hair had been peeled off her skin, which was once more smooth as a baby's bottom, Mockie was prepped for her full facial treatment. Her team of three vibrant estheticians, first cleansed her entire face using cotton pads, esthetician wipes and sponges, then to be doubly sure of the cleaning, they performed the procedure a second time. The first couple of times Mockie went through her deep facial cleansing, the team of three estheticians had conducted a total examination of her facial structure, which included identifying that her face was prone to appearing slightly oily in nature and a risk for white and black heads. Confident in their continued assessment of their pretty vivacious client, the team of three chose to use a chemical exfoliation to descale the deepest impurities , in addition, they used a method to open the pores and remove blackheads without damaging her sensitive skin. Once her pores were opened and the deep dirt was eliminated, the team of three professional began the process of closing her pores and cauterized them to decongest the skin and reduce the inflammation produced by the process. The next step that the followed was a massage on face and neck to relax her skin and restore smoothness. Finally, a mask of chamomile concentrate anti-blemish with a very pleasant aromatic scent was applied to her entire face which nourished her skin. From start to finish of her facial treatment, Mockie spent an additional one and a half hours in the room, along with her big sis Harley. Laughing to herself at first, then turning her head towards her big sis, Mockingbird exclaimed, "Sis, if Puddin only knew what us gals have to go through to be his beautiful babes, he would crack up with laughter." Harley turned her similarly masked face to her little sis and concurred with the comment with a nod. The next station in their whole day spa treatment was the tanning booth and sauna and after slipping into soft terry-cloth robes, of a brilliant peach coloring, Puddin's two feminine jesters quickly made their way to the tanning room. They each spent no more than 30 minutes in the tanning booth room, then they followed up with a relaxing sauna in which both jesters were given small crystal glasses of dry white wine. Finally after all these treatments, they returned to the hair stylist location, where each gal had her head of hair brushed out and trimmed the uneven edges. Their locks of hair were pulled back in ponytails and the team of three professionals for each of Joker's female jesters, began the final phase of the spa day treatment, with on of the beauticians applying a medium coat of ghostly white facial foundation that went from the top of their foreheads, down to and covering their exposed chins. The second beautician was slowly working on the fingernails of her assigned charge, while the third beautician went to work on applying first a base coat of nail stain, then a thicker coat of polish. Mockingbird's beautician was applying a base coat of forest green nail polish, followed by golden letters spelling out two words on the slender digits and those words were Joker's Girl. The youthful stunningly sexy beautician applying the nail polish on Mockie's ten toes was using a base coat of forest green on five of her toes and an alternating nail polish of dark red coloring on the remaining five toes. She too applied gold colored lettering on the toes that also spelled out Joker's Girl. A final coat of clear polish was applied to each of her toes and fingers, while the beautician applying make-up to her face, used eye shadow of a rich dark forest green with gold speckles interlaced through-out. Mockie's lips received heavy base coat of forest green lipstain, which was followed with a coat of clear lip gloss. The ghostly white foundation having taken shape was quickly followed up with an elongated diamond shaped marking on each of her cheeks. Harley received similar treatment of her toenails and fingernails; but the color tones used were offsetting black and red and there were no golden letters painted on her toes or fingers. Her eye shadow was a heavy dark red coloring and instead of elongated diamond shapes marking on her cheeks, there were four 2 inch circles placed on each cheek, spaced in what at first appeared to be a haphazard manner about 4 inches apart from each other. Two were a moderately dark red coloring and two were thick black circles. This full day of luxuriating spa treatment was billed to the Joker at a little of 2,000 dollars. Finally the time had come and the two jesters made their way to the dressing room, where they donned their respected jester costumes. Harley and Mockie first slipped into their matching rich dark purple, satin, push-up bras, with peek-a-boo holes that allowed their nips to be on prominent display under their neck to ankle, bodysuits, with the only difference between Harley's and Mockie's was that the external cup region of Mockingbird's right cup was stenciled with gold lettering staying Joker's Girl and her left external region of her bra cup, again stenciled with gold lettering proudly proclaimed her name of Mockingbird. They next slipped on their matching dark purple satin full cut panties, again Mockingbird's panties announced to all who would be able to see, in a semi-circle upward swing from the far left side of her plump rump, all the way over to her left side, the words Joker's Gal in thick 24K gold lettering. From here on out their costumes differed in coloring. Mockie's was two tone with dark red and forest green colors and along her breast lines were the same exact gold letters Joker's Girl in semi-circular upwards swing from the outside running to the inside of her right tit. In the same exact fashion as her bra, the bodysuit boasted her name Mockingbird which ran in an upward swing from the inside to the outside of her left boob region. Her bodysuit, was as form fitting as Harley's, and her big sis's two tone coloring was a rich shiny black with dark shiny red patterns running through-out. Prior to slipping into their bodysuits, the two feminine jesters pulled out fresh pads from the shoulder bag and nestled their pads in the crotch area of their panties, then slipped on bobby socks. Harley's bobby socks were lacey dark red in color, while Mockie's were a lacey light green coloring. After pulling on their bodysuit costumes, the two jesters next pulled on their footwear. Again a difference could be noted. Mockie's footwear was a pair of calf length rich soft black leather open toed 3 inch spiked heeled boots, while Harley's boots were a very dark reddish-black in coloring, with heels that were no more than two inches in height and were closed toed, with 24K gold toe coverings. Finally the two jesters donned their headgear. Mockie's headdress was two toned dark red and forest green coloring that settled atop her blonde locks and sported two horns with pompoms at the tips of the horns with one pompom a dark red coloring and the second a rich forest green coloring. There was 24K gold 3 inch wide spiked collar, that encircled her throat and right below the collar was a dark red ruffled covering that encircled the base of her slender neckline. Harley's headdress was also two toned black and red and also sported horns with pompoms at the tips of the horns, with one pompom a shiny black coloring and her second pompom a shiny dark red coloring. The two jesters, repacked the shoulder bag with the clothes that they had worn when they arrived at the spa, the quickly exited the dressing room to allow the beauticians to remove the ribbons that was containing their shiny locks of hair brush the locks out so that they framed their delicate ghostly white faces and fluff up the ends of the hair, giving them a light frizzy look. Mockie bent over at her waistline and all who had a good view of her plump rump could view the tell tale words Joker's Gal as the thick 24K gold lettering was pressing up against the inside of her sleek bodysuit. "Heeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeheeeeeeeheeeeeee, yeppers," the feminine little sister of Harley stated in mirth and mischief, "everyone will know that I am Puddin's gal and that means DON'T TOUCH THE MERCHANDIZE!" she finished emphatically. Harley, saw her chance and smacked her little sis firmly about her covered tushie and laughingly declared. "Girl, you are one sassy hussy!" She then added a second stinging smack to her little sister's rump and commanded. "Now gather up our tote bag, bitch, cause we got some merriment and mischief to engage in this evening." The two gals, quickly made an exit out of the spa and the henchmen noted them heading in their direction, so they exited the car and awaited their charges. While they had been waiting, the recalled the corpses that they had to toss into extra large trash bags and drop off at a special location, where they would be quickly buried under mounds of dirt, trash and would not be seen from ever again. They had heard why Joker had disposed of the two goons and were not going to make the same error as the past two had. Besides, they knew that Mockingbird's coming out party the night before had been a special event in Gotham's underworld and knew that her name had been added to the tomes of the librarian, who kept all the records of the many named criminals of Gotham. They envisioned that one of these days, they two would have their names added to that special record, which would be kept for many generations. After the two jesters settled into their seats in the back of the vehicle, the henchmen closed the doors and then climbed into their seats. The driver, glancing through the rearview mirror looked towards Harley and asked. Where, to now boss?" Snuggled up in her big sis' embrace, Mockie listened as Harley stated, "To the club." with laughter in Harley's soft spoken statement spilling out. Nothing more was needed to be spoken by the low level hood and he put the car in drive and began the trip to the club. He knew immediately what she meant and having taken note of the time that it was nearing 7PM and the trip would take about 30 minutes, he did not wish to waste time, for this was a club that was only known to Gotham's underworld and the only ones allowed in the club were those individuals named in the tomes, plus a couple of their bodyguards. Mockie, hearing of a destination that she had not yet been to with her big sis or Puddin, pondered the matter briefly, then allowed that she would learn something new tonight and experience another new adventure with Harley. Harley took note of the quizical look upon Mockie's ghostly white face and stated "You will just love this place sis, and this is a very special treat for you." She then planted a kiss atop her little sis' ghostly forehead. Mockie, nodded at the comment and snuggled deeper into the embrace with Harley; but she let her eyes roam the various sights as the traveled and let out an "Ohhhhhhhhh!" when she spotted a display outside a fine arts gallery that spoke of a number of new finds. The display showed several diamonds that had a light brilliant, dazzling, purplish hue to them. Harley, took note of her little sis' eye's popping with delight and love at the video display and figured that maybe the two of them would find their way back her to gather up those precious gems. The goons in the front kept their eyes peeled to the road ahead; but had heard the newest addition to Joker's family exclaim with delight and had picked up on the expressions of both jesters. They knew they would be returning this way for an impromptu heist, so quickly set the internal GPS of the vehicle to this area as a favorite. Shortly before 7:30 they arrived at a massive warehouse district, that was run down; but still showed extensive use. Driving through back alleyways of the district, the vehicle finally arrived at the backside of one building and upon a hidden guard recognizing the occupants of the vehicle an overhead door slowly opened and allowed the car to proceed into the cavernous bay, that appeared to be filled with vehicles of all sorts. The driver slid into an open parking space and then the two henchmen disembarked the vehicle and opened the rear doors so that Joker's two gals could exit the vehicle. Harley bid Mockie to her side and once her little sister had reached her side, she slipped her arm around Mockie's slender waist and the two jesters began a mincing strut into the depths of the old building, till they arrived at a podium where a gentleman of indeterminate stature stood behind. He quickly recognized Harley and had just this morning added Mockingbird to the massive records that he maintained, for this non-descript gentleman was the librarian. He was the record keeper of all named criminals and their associations, plus all their deeds that they carried out in Gotham and the surrounding communities. Stepping forward, he placed a kiss upon Harley's ghostly pale left cheek as he calmly stated. "Miss Harley, welcome back." Then stepping around the backside of Harley, he approached the right side of Mockingbird and again he planted a tender kiss, this time on Mockingbird's ghostly pale right cheek. He then intoned in a somber voice. "Ms. Mockingbird, it is indeed a pleasure to welcome you on your first night out here to our club." He paused for effect, then spoke again in his somber tone. "It was also my pleasure to add your name to my tomes as a mischief maker and member of Gotham's underworld. Upon hearing the term Miss applied to her Mockie, felt shivers running up and down her spine. A blush threatened to break through her ghostly pale make-up for this was the first time she had been identified by anyone, outside of Puddin and Harley of course using any terms that bespoke of female identity. Then she quickly remembered that last night she had heard several of Gotham's criminal underworld use terms, like gal, girlie, and girl; but she could be forgiven not remembering as it ad been a whirlwind night for her. Still to be called Ms. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, she thought....she could definitely get used to being called Ms. Harley felt the shivering of her little sister and pulled her into a tighter embrace, then whispered into her left ear. "Excited or fearful sis." Giggling, Mockie whispered into her big sis' right ear. "Ummmmmmm no it was his use of the word Miss, she paused a moment, then continued. "sis, I've never been called Miss, before tonight." Harley pecked her sister's left check with a tender loving kiss, then stated in a hushed tone. "Get used to it girlie, cause you are a Miss, and that is not withstanding the cage boi-clit that you have tucked between your thighs." She then took her left hand and tweaked Mockie's covered tits, before finishing. "And that too will one day be a thing of the past, missy." The librarian, took note of the interplay between the two jesters and when he felt they had concluded he spoke up a final time. I bid you a fun filled time here this evening Ms. Harley and Ms. Mockingbird." he paused briefly, then finished. "if you have need for my services, please ask a waitress to find me and I will gladly offer up whatever assistance you need. He, then pointed towards an elevator and the group of four Harley, Mockie and their watchdogs, entered the elevator. Harley, then stepped to a panel along the front wall of the elevator, held up her right index finger and pressed it lightly against the panel. The elevator began to drop at a moderate smooth non-jolting rate of speed, downward it went for a total of ten floor worth's, before stopping. The doors opened and Harley with her little sis, once more in her embrace, led the way out into a wide expanse of space. Along the walls there were tables and chairs that looked like the belonged in castles and the offices of CEOs of multi-billion dollar corporations. The overhead lighting was of low hue and towards the mid-section of the expansive room there were bars on both sides. In the middle of it all was a polished wood flooring for dancing by the occupants and the music could be heard through-out the breadth of the area due to overhead speakers. Harley led Mockie towards a table along the right side of the establishment and the two henchmen followed along five feet behind them. Arriving at the booth area, Harley bid Mockie to settle in first, then slide in beside her and pulled her up close to her, once more wrapping her arm around her little sis at her slender waist. The two henchmen stood off to the side, where there were stools and a high rise table. They waited till Harley appeared to be settled down, then they took seats on the stools. A waitress seemed to appear out of thin air and approached the booth. She was dressed in a very tight fitting high waisted mini-skirt of black leather underneath was a pair of black fishnet stockings. Her blouse was also form fitting and was a soft pink hue with ruffles along the off the shoulder sleeves and an extreme plunging neckline that allowed her cleavage to be in full view. Her breasts were an easy 36DD and she glided forward on a pair of black 4 inch high calf height open toed leather boots. "Ahhhhh, Miss Harley, welcome back to the club," she began in a sweet melodic tone. "I see you have brought your sister Mockingbird with you tonight." She smiled sweetly at Mockingbird. "Miss Mockingbird, it is a pleasure to meet you." Harley looked at the waitress and bid. "Darla, nice to see you girl." she thought for a second, then continued. "how is your lover, is she still a stingy bitch?" Darla, looked at Harley and replied, "Yes, Miss Harley, she let's me lap her pussy only once a day, even though," she paused a brief second, then continued. "she knows how much I love munching her Y." Once more she stopped and giggled. "She has proposed to me though and we have a set date for our wedding." Sighing wistfully, she finished. "She told me when we are married, that her kitty will be open to me all day long." Laughing, "That is still four months away." Harley laughed at the statements, then spoke. "I will have my usual white wine, and Miss Mockie here will have a Tequila sunrise." she paused for a brief moment, then added. "Our watchdogs will have ice cold beers." Mockie, hearing Harley use the term Miss, shivered in her embrace. Darla quickly wrote down the order, then bid them welcome again and took off for the bar to place the order. Mockie, took this time to beg the questions that she had about this club and what the gentleman at the podium, located in the upper regions of this building meant by adding her name to tomes. Harley responded to the questions with delight. "Sis, your coming out party last night was also an acknowledgement of your status with Gotham's criminal underworld." she waited a second so that Mockie could think on that. She also noted a questioning look still in her little sis' expression. "It's like this, girl, for the past few months, you have been gaining status as Puddin's new girl." Mr. J and I did not give out your name; but everyone in the city, knew that a new gal had joined ranks with Puddin." "A couple of weeks ago, we figured it was time for you to take your rightful place as Puddin's second girl." Merriment twinkled through Harley's eyes. "The gentleman upstairs is the record keeper of all Gotham's underworld." "In essence he is our librarian, and only he or his successor can add a name to the tomes of Gotham's criminal populace." "Last night was your coming out party to the underworld, to our underworld, to YOUR UNDERWORLD!" Harley paused again after telling Mockie that she would be known now as a crime figure in Gotham. "As our librarian told you, he has added your name, below mine of course to Puddin's list of crime figures in his family." Harley's smile of joy as she continued to tell Mockie of her fate was beyond belief. "Sis, you are now and fore ever more named as Mockingbird, as one of Joker's girls." Harley planted a kiss upon her little sister's cheek, then continued. "You are officially part of Puddin's family now." Laughter spilled out from her lips. "Ain't no going back now sis, for your are now registered with our librarian as a criminal of Gotham and a hot sexy female one to boot." "Ummmmmm, what does that mean sis?" Mockie asked quietly. "It means, that no one better mess with you bitch, cause messing with you means messing with Puddin." Harley intoned, then continued, "It means that all of Gotham will associate your name with Joker's family." she took a deep breath. "It means that you now have stature in our community." Harley' tweaked Mockie's covered right tit, then continued. "It means that you are one bad ass bitch, not to be crossed," Harley giggled, then finished. "specially not after last night, when you took revenge upon your honor, when that low life pinched your hot ass." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh WOW!" Mockie exclaimed. Then it dawned on her. From last night and going forward, she was now to be looked upon by honest citizens of Gotham as a criminal, and not only that; but one who was to be feared and loathed. She realized, that going forward her only true allegiances were to Gotham's criminal underworld and especially to Puddin and Harley. Her thoughts were soooo demented and twisted after the subjugation at the hands of Mr. J and Harley during the past four months, that she reveled with the idea that she was officially a member of Gotham's criminal underworld. "Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy sis......thank you and Puddin for this honor!" She proclaimed with deep felt love. For the next two hours Mockie and Harley partied like they were on cloud nine. Harley took her little sis out on the dance floor and the two feminine jesters danced to slow dance, fast dances, with Mockie always taking the female role of submission. During the slow dances she snuggled up tight against her big sis, resting her blonde hair head on Harley's shoulder, nuzzling her face into the nap of Harley's neck. During hip grinding dances, Mockie was pressed up against her big sis' her covered bootie grinding against Harley's thighs. Mockie would bend at her sleek waistline and tweak her warm plump firm rump against her big sis' crotch, feeling the heat coming off Harley's enclosed pussy. There were even a couple of times when Harley let Mockie out on the dance floor all alone. When this happened Mockie shined with her graceful feminine movements, twirling, swirling shaking her hips, gliding her slender long nailed hands down her firm covered titties, running her hands through the gold locks of her hair, swaying her hips while running her long nails down about her wickedly sexy plump covered bootie. Her movements were sensual and provocative; but no male figure in the club approached her as they all knew she belonged to the Joker. Harley knew her little sis was putting on a show, and it was a show that she deemed the hot slut of a sister had a right to put on. Of course she laughed some when her sis bent forward at her slender waistline to tweak her bootie, for when she did, the thick gold lettering of her full cut satin panties, that pressed against her costume could be seen by all and let all know she was Joker's Gal. There were other gals in the club though and they had received nods of approval from Harley, before they took her little sister out on to the dance floor. Harley watched as Mockingbird held true to form and allowed all the gals to always take the lead. Not once did the ugly persona of Robin, who was barely a memory for her little sister, rise up and try to take control and also to take the lead in dancing. No through out the course of their time at the club, Mockie presented as a sexy hot vibrant, a sly minx at all times, sometimes slutty, sometimes shy, always provocative feminine creature that Harley and Mr. J had conditioned her to be. Harley knew that Mockingbird could not help herself, she had over the course of the past few months emerged from the shell that still housed the persona of Robin; but which would not dare rare his whacky head. Once during the evening they had to beg off dancing and make their way to the powder room, where they used the toilet and each jester changed out their groudy rags, replacing them with fresh pads; but as soon as they returned to their booth another girl would look to pull the hot little minx of a sister, that she had complete command of, out on to the dance floor, which she allowed. Closing in on 10PM, Harley saw that her little sister was all tuckered out and she decided that it was time to exit the club, so that they could return to that fine art gallery and see what was up for grabs. The group of two jesters and two low level goons of Joker's gang, made their way back to the elevator and returned to the level where they had parked the car. Upon exiting the elevator they were once more met by the librarian, who stopped them so that he could obtain Mockingbird's fingerprint, which he used a tablet to take and he programmed the elevator to accept her print of her right slender index finger. As far as the club was concerned now, she had all the rights of membership. She would be able (if she so wanted and was allowed by Harley and the Joker - LOL like that would ever happen - she would always be with either Harley or Mr. J and a lot of the times both of them together when she came to the club) to come and go as all members were allowed. Her photo had been captured as well and now hung right below Harley's in a secured vault in the massive building, plus on a secured site, that was accessible to the guards outside, so that they would be able to recognize the newest member of Joker's family. The rear doors of the vehicle were quickly opened by the two low level goons, with Harley and Mockie, quickly settling into their assigned seats once more. Mockie quickly snuggling up to her big sis as expected and the two henchman/watchdogs, jumped into their assigned seats, started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking space in the cavernous warehouse. The vehicle pulled up to the overhead door and waited for all clear and the door to be opened, before pulling out. The henchman in the right front passenger seat, set the GPS for the location of the fine arts gallery and once the GPS showed the route, they drove off, heading towards the gallery. Upon arriving at the art gallery, Harley directed the watchdogs to park in an adjacent darkened alley and to wait for the two jesters there. She broke no argument when the driver turned to state that they were supposed to be with them; but when he noted her set firm gaze, he opted to close his lips and do as he had been directed. Harley and Mockie quickly exited the vehicle and began to stealthily work their way to the edge of the darkened alley. In her previous role as Robin, the male compadre of Bats, Mockie had extensive acrobatic skills. Harley had over the course of the past four months weened her little sister off the acrobatic skills and instead had Mockie learn skills associated with female gymnasts. It took a while and many jolts of the shock collar, that still was nestled about Mockie's soft, feminine throat; but in the end her little sister had taken to establishing herself as a superb female gymnast, albeit, one who used her skills in association with the heists that Puddin and the two jesters pulled.. Harley herself, in her teenage years had been rated a contender in her high school and even in college. Tonight those skills that Mockie had been taught by her big sis, were again to play a small part in snagging those precious gems that she had taken a shine to. Halting at the edge of the alleyway, the two girls, took stock of the roadway, and the sidewalk on either side of the street. Not seeing anyone, Harley held up her hand to her sis, to have her hold in place, while she slipped across the street and entered the alleyway that led to the rear of the art gallery. Mockingbird waited as instructed and kept a careful watch as her big sis, made her way across the street. She acted as a look-out for her big sis and would wait till she received a signal that she could make her own way across the road. She waited a full four minutes, then she saw her signal and looking once more, she followed suit and slipped across the street, meeting up with her big sister in the alley and together they proceeded to glide to the rear of the fine arts gallery. Harley, having taught her little sis, the fine art of breaking and entering, allowed Mockie to show her skills in using her lock pick set and she took note in the pride that Mockie showed when she was able to pick the lock in under 20 seconds. She gave Mockie a quick peek on her exposed ghostly pale left cheek and softly stated. "Good job sis, you have lock picking down to a science." Mockingbird accepted the compliment and then whispered back. "I learned from the best sis and the best is you." Harley took the praise from her little sister as the two female criminals, slipped inside the building, where Harley located and disabled the alarm system. They then silently made their way to the front of the gallery, not bothering to turn on lights as that would be a telltale act and could bring the fuzz. As they neared the main gallery, Harley once more stopped her little sis, as she took out a small spray can and giving it a couple of quick pumps, took note of laser beams that cut in various directions and set at various heights. Before moving through the room, they took stock of where the gems were that they wished to snap up and decided on their best course to travel through the laser beams. Harley once more took the lead and she performed a twisting summersault over the first beam, landing softly on the balls of her feet, then dropped to a low crouch, before finally stretching first her legs out behind her, slowly then she lowered her upper body down to where it lightly grazed the tiled flooring. She then slithered on her belly through the second set of laser beams, where she rotated her body and rose to another half crouch. She turned to beckon her little sis to maneuver through the first set of laser beams; but noted that she was already in the midst of performing an identical twisting summersault. She was proud of the graceful feminine ease that Mockingbird displayed as she completed the maneuver, then again copied her big sis as she lowered herself to the floor and slithered on her belly, to where Harley waited. Mockie's only complaint about having to slither across the floor on her belly, was that it squished her boobies and she wanted to re-adjust her bra so that he tits were settled back in their correct placement in the cups of her satin bra. The two jesters continued to move through the maze of laser beams till they arrived at the encased gems that were primary on their list, or rather primary on Mockie's list of gems to snatch. Harley made short work of gaining entry to the case and the handful of brilliant diamonds with their light purplish haze were gathered up. For the next twenty minutes the two female criminals made their way around the gallery and gathered up several more groups of fine gems. They then retraced their route and were soon outside of the laser beam field. There was no time to waste now as the two girls, headed to the back of the building where they first poked their head outside to make sure all was clear. Quickly they exited the building and once more traveled through the alleyway of the fine arts gallery, stopping briefly to insure that they would be able to cross the street undetected and when assured of this, that is exactly what they did. The returned to the waiting car, piled in with peels of laughter as the henchmen drove off. It was almost an hour later, closing in on 11PM in the evening when they finally returned to the lair. Mockingbird had again proven to Harley that she was adept at learning the fine art of being a burglar. She was extremely happy to see Mockie take to a life of crime as if it was second nature to her and in a sense, Harley figured that it was second nature to her little sister, although it had taken the patience Puddin and Harley in thwarting the Robin persona who had a various times tried to raise up and fight against Mockingbird turning towards the life of a criminal. The pair minced through the lair, till they arrived at the door to their chambers. They entered their boudoir and allowed the various gems to spill out of the bags they had secured them in, onto an oak curio table. Mockie, then settled down on one of the lounge chairs, rifled through a bunch of magazines before settling on a Cosmopolitan. All the magazines that were on her table were girlie style magazines, ranging from Vanity Fair, to Good Housekeeping, to Cosmopolitan, to trashy supermarket gossip magazines and there were even a few Playgirl magazines in the bunch. She loved to look at the pictures of the men in various poses and she would compare them to Puddin. Of course in her mind, there was no room for comparison.....Puddin was yummmmmmmyyyyy and made her tummmmmmmmmyyyyyy and boobies and all her body parts heat up, just thinking about how handsome and wicked he was. She was just getting ready to relax and flip through the magazine, to see what was offered in the way of cosmetics and feminine hygiene products; but was pulled by her right arm, by Harley, who wagged her finger in Mockie's face "Girl, no time to settle now, you need to get cleaned up and remove your make-up." Harley sternly told her little sister. "You will not settle in our bed with your face all made up and leave stains all over the bed." Harley smacked a stern slap on her little sis' costume covered tushie, then carried on. "No get you ass in gear and get out of your costume and clean your face, and don't forget to change you rag!" Mockingbird, sheepishly looked at her big sis, cause she knew that Harley was right. No girl in her right mind would wear her make-up to bed, unless that is she was being bedded.....and that is something altogether different. She apologized for her lapse in judgement, went to her dresser, pulled out a shimmering pale silk nightie with matching silk hipster panties. Off to the bathroom she went next and taking 20 minutes she removed her make-up, then moisturized her face, used the toilet, removed her used yucky rag from her panties, then finished removing her costume, slipped into her fresh clean silk panties with a fresh rag tucked inside, slipped on her nightie, tossed all her clothes of the day in her laundry hamper, then exited the bathroom. Harley, looked at her sister and stated, "Now you can relax, while I clean myself up." Harley thought to herself that she really did not need to provide, the subliminal suggestion that would cause her little sis to need to pick up one of the Playgirl books and roam through the images of the male models; but she had been a bit peeved that Mockie had not waited in the gallery as she had instructed her to and also because upon entering their boudoir, the brat had settled down, instead of looking to clean herself up and remove her make-up. A slight laughter spilled from her lips as she thought about the heated femmy expressions her sister would display while flipping through her Playgirl magazines. Mockie, at first started to pick up her Cosmopolitan magazine and was looking at a couple of articles about make-up tips; but she was feeling an itch and her boobies were feeling heated, her toes were tingly, her belly was twitching, and the articles were just not holding her interest. She dropped it back on her table and began rummaging through her various magazines till her nails lightly touched one of the Playgirl mags tucked in between a Vanity Fair magazine and a light hearted Harlequin love story paperback book. "MMMMMMMMMMmmmm" she thought as she deftly pulled it up to her lap. Opening the magazine, she slowly flipped through the pages, each time she saw a male model, she looked at how he stood, "Nope, he does not stand straight and tall, like Puddin." she softly stated. The next image she looked at showed a male with a handsome face; but to her eyes, "No, his eyes are to close together and there is no laughter in them, nothing like the smiling, laughing face of Mr. J." The next male model was sporting a loin clothe that covered his tool, "Nawwwwww, yuckie, that thingie is no where near as yummy as Puddin's throbbing hard thick footlong alpha cock." A couple of images later, she saw a male model with a stunning female standing just behind him with her delicate hands on the muscular shoulders of the ape. "Nooooo, helll fucking no, that wimp, is letting that girl take charge, not like Puddin who is all alpha, all the time!" Dam was she feeling soooooo hooootttttt and there was a glow all about her feminine frame, as she thought about how Puddin would guide her and give her firm commands so that she provided him with the ultimate pleasure that her man should receive. She dropped the magazine onto her lap, no longer wanting to look at the male models who could never measure up to Joker, her slender hands slowly ran up her nightie, till she was lightly caressing her tits through the flimsy silk material. "Mmmmmmmm....." she thought as she tweaked her nips, then lightly pulled on the rings that her attached to her aching nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhh....." the warmth spreading through her entire frame was sooooo good. A hunger was building within her and she knew the only way to sate that hunger was to gobble up Puddin's love tool. Giggling she finished her thought, gobble it up and take his cummmmmys into her wet willing mouth, savoring his thick oouuy salty cream, then letting that delicious seed of her alpha, fill her belly. Harley had taken her time removing her own make-up, applying moisturizing lotion to her face, stripped out of jester costume and used the potty, making sure she removed her used bloody rag, and when she had completed this she then began to slip into a fresh pair of panties and placed a new pad inside, insuring that the pad covered the gusset of her silk light lavender panties. She then slipped into her short silk nightie of matching light lavender hue. Sighing as she looked down into the waste basket, she had taken note that Mockie had not placed her used rag, inside the wrapper of her fresh pad. Figured the little twit was in such a rush that she forgot the most basic of lessons that girls must learn. Harley would have to sit her little sis down and read her the riot act about this matter; but she would wait until Mockie was lest to expect it. Hmmmm, maybe, yes that would work, instead of sitting her down, Harley decided that the next time she had to change her own bloody rag, she would leave it uncovered and watch her little sis' expression when she saw that bloody mess. That would teach her, Harley thought. She then gathered up her soiled jester costume and placed it and her lingerie into her own laundry hamper. Finally she placed her dainty feet into a pair of bedroom slippers which were white and fluffy. Gazing briefly into the mirror, she shook her long blonde locks of hair, then turned and glided out of the bathroom. Mockingbird, noted her big sis coming out of the bathroom, quickly grabbed up the Playgirl magazine and sought to stuff it under several other magazines. She blushed impishly as her big sister took in the scene and she knew she had been caught, as there was no way she could hide the telltale heat she was in as her tits were jiggling and her nips were taut and her breasts were poking against the flimsy material of her silk nightie. Besides that there was a glow about her whole feminine frame and a light sheen of sweat....giggling to herself she remembered Harley telling her over and over again "girls don't sweat, we GLISTEN!" Her whole frame was glistening and heated from the tips of her cute painted toes, to the top of her scalp, the heat spewing forth from her body. There was a very high glistening about her boobies, which she had been caressing, tweaking and pinching. Harley quietly glided towards her little sister, taking note of the flush of embarrassment that Mockingbird displayed at being found out. "Sis.....it is okay for us girls to pleasure ourselves." she stated with a twinkle in her eyes. Harley was ready to say more; but at that exact moment, Puddin entered their bedroom. Mockingbird was beside herself now as she sensed Mr. J's presence. Giggling uncontrollably she thought, "it's okay somewhat, that her big sis find her in feminine heated sexual thrills; but Puddin, like opppsss." The Joker, took note of his new girl's discomfort; but waved it aside, he was a bit upset with both of his girls. The two thugs, set to watch over them had spilled the beans to him about how his two gals did not allow them to accompany them into the fine arts gallery during the heist. He looked to Mockingbird for a brief second, then turned his gaze on her big sister Harley. "Harley, I have heard that you told your bodyguards not to follow you into a gallery this evening, is that true?" He pressed for an answer. Harley sidled up to Puddin's left side, wanting to give him a big hug; but he held his arm up and stopped her movement. "Ummmm yesss, Puddin," she began in a soft tone. "I figured that more than two crooks would cause a scene and that it was better that they wait at the car for a quick get-a-way." she took a breath, "Besides, they would have been standing around with their thumbs up their asses," she paused briefly, then finished. "and Mockie, needed to gain confidence in her own ability as a named criminal of Gotham." Joker conceded her points of information; but then wagged a finger at her. "I sent those two to keep good watch over my girls." He flashed a hint of anger, then softened his tone. "Next time, you vixens pull a heist like this, they WILL ACCOMPANY YOU! he sternly finished. Mockingbird impishly lowered the lids of her long lashes figuring she had escaped a lecture. Joker quickly turned to MB and sternly asked. "And you, missy, what do you have to say for yourself?" He demanded as he wagged his finger at her, in mock anger. Mockie, quickly rose to the balls of her bare feet, then shaking her hips with each step, minced to Puddin's right side, where she pressed her heated covered tits up against his muscular frame. Raising her blond lock haired head upwards and batting her long lashes, she demurely stated. "Puddin, Harley had the whole situation covered and we did splendid as a team." She then pointed to the table where the various gems lay spilled about and said. "Seeeeeeee." As she pressed her girlie face up against her man's side, breathing in his musky aroma. Joker took in the various gems and took great note of the diamonds, that shined with a slight purplish hue. Nodding his green haired head with pride at the collection of gems. He then patted his new girl atop her golden locks, and said. "That is a fine haul you two jesters have carried off." Luaghter filled his voice. "I guess my two slutty vixens wish to make a night of it now." He then broke away from Mockingbird, gathered up the various gems, then turned to move back towards his parlor and on to his bedroom. He stopped briefly at the connecting door, then turned to see if they were following. He noted that neither of his girls had made to follow after him. "Well, come along you wenches." He then continued to saunter on to his suite of rooms. The two girls pranced after their boss, making their way with him through his parlor and into his bedroom which sported an extra large king sized bed. Joker had stopped off at a table and dropped the various precious gems down onto the table, before he made his way to the bed settling down in the middle of the bed. Mockie took good note of her alpha resting in the middle of the bed, wearing a dark purple T-shirt that had his name stenciled along the left breast. He was also wearing loose fitting purple night pants and had shucked a pair of black slippers before he had bounced his muscular frame on to the bed. This room, his bedroom was filled with his musky aroma and it sent shivers up and down her spine as she gazed upon her man. She noted a light stubble about his face and her pulse began to race a bit as she thought about pressing her smooth girlish delicate face up against his rough hewn masculine features. Dam she thought as she felt a twitch in her caged boi-clit, that dang blasted thing needs to be chopped off and I need a proper cunny for Puddin to truly take me as his hussy.....she finished the thought with a giggle. Harley made her way to Mr. J's left side and with a light bounce from the balls of her feet, she twisted herself as she landed smack dab within a couple inches of her boss' muscular body. She then nested up against him and planted a big kiss on his left cheek. Mockingbird, not to be outdone by her big sister, minced to the right side of the bed, bounced once on the balls of her dainty feet and twisted about as she was coming down onto the large pillowery soft mattress at Puddin's right side. She then nestled up against her boss, her covered boobies pressing up against his toned muscle bound chest, her delicate face rubbing softly against his masculine leathery features, she felt the stubble tickle the smooth baby-like skin of her feminine features of her face. "Owwwwwwwww, mmmmmmm." she saucily mummed, then planted a wet kiss on his right cheek. She felt the heat emanating from her ripe tits, her boobies threatening to tear the flimsy material of her silk nightie, her whole body flushed with sexual heat. Her lashes lowered; but from what could be seen there was a starlight desire bursting through the partially closed lids. Her mouth watering with strong desire to give pleasure to her alpha, her omega, her man. She let loose the slut within her, wanting Puddin to know that she hungered to please him. She let her slender smooth tanned toned legs intertwine with his muscular right leg and she could feel the heat that came off his frame. Harley saw the heated hungry look of her little sister and nodded her head while pointing with her left hand towards Joker's covered pulsing manhood. She was giving her little sister the go-ahead to orally pleasure Puddin. - Desert time for Mockie - Joker's creamy offering Mockie saw her big sister's gesture, permitting her to pleasure their man, she quickly slipped down to the foot of Puddin's bed, so that her belly rested at the edge, her bootie still covered with her sexy purple full cut silk panties that pronounced to all that she was Joker's property was on display with her shapely legs stretched out behind her and the balls of her feet lightly touching the carpeted floor. She was looking straight on into her man's groin area and took in his thick long tool that was pushing up against his grey underpants. She slowly reached her painted nails to the upper edges of Puddin's underpants and began to slide them down so that she could uncase Mr. J's immense alpha tool. As his thick mushroom head sprung into her view, she licked her forest green painted lips with the tip of her tongue, while continuing to slide his underpants down to his knees and fully exposing the manhood of her boss. OMG she thought to herself, then in an impish sexy femmy tone of voice to Mr. J, she stated "I just can't seem to stop wanting to kiss, lick and suck, your tool Puddin." Where upon she began to plant tiny kisses all about the tip of his twitching cock, while her nails lightly, lovingly tickled and scratched his heavy fat balls that hung just below his mouth watering alpha tool. For the past month and a bit longer, she had no longer needed to have her big sis Harley warn her not to harm her boss' foot long and 4 inch thick monster. No for the past month plus a couple of weeks, with the Mockingbird persona in strong command of the girlie-boi body, she did not need that warning, for she did not want to bring any harm to the Joker's cock, cause it would mean she could not give pleasure to him and giving pleasure to her man, was now fore most in her thoughts. And this was what was now driving Mockie, to give pleasure and in giving Puddin pleasure, she hoped that he would fill her mouth with oddles and oddles of his hot salty thick oozzy cummys. So she began to apply all the skills that her big sis had taught her, hungrily wanting to fill her mouth and belly with her man's essence. Harley, seeing the lust filled eyes of her little sister as she had begun to give Mr. J an ultimate blowjob, slithered down to her sister's ear and in a stern whisper stated. "Now don't be a greedy bitch and swallow all of Puddin's load." she paused a brief second, then followed up with a strong command. "You be a good slut, and keep it in your mouth, so us girls can have a snowball fight." Mockie, giggled at that wicked comment, quickly nodded her blond hair head, understanding the command. Harley, then spoke once more, before sliding back up in Mr. J's arms. "Girl if you do swallow Puddin's ultimate gift to you, your caged clit will remain part of you for a very long long time!" Horror of horror, thought Mockie, no, no, no, no, no, hell freaking no was she going to swallow her man's cummmys and have to live with this caged boi-clit for a long, long time. Nope, nope, nope, she would hold his gift of thick, oozzy salty cummys in her mouth and share with her big sister, just so she could get this caged boi-clit removed and have a love tunnel like her sis, Harley. Mockie, thought this while continuing to give pleasure to Puddin. - Harley Remembers - Mockingbird Learns the art of a Blowjob Harley recalled the first time that her little sis Mockie had first placed her lips on Puddin's throbbing, thick footlong cock. At that time, it was still Robin in charge of the slowly changing body. Harley remembered how she had placed a stiletto knife blade against the wimpy Robin's family jewels and reminded him of the fact that she was prepared to slice of his balls, if he so much as bit down on Joker's manly tool. Her mouth was lightly pressed up against his right ear and she insistently provided the fearful girlie boy how to pleasure Mr. J's love tool. She first commanded him to plant tiny kisses all up and down Joker's throbbing dick, while lightly cupping Puddin's balls and caressing them with delicate fluffy touches by the tips of his fingers. She noted how her new little sis left forest green lip stains on Mr. J's thick pulsing shaft. The newly minted girlie-boy cringed at being commanded to kiss all around, from the thick bulbous mushroom head of Puddin down towards the base and even was required to kiss each of Joker's heavy ball sacs, while Harley continued to whisper into her new sis's ear, words of stern encouragement, still holding her stiletto knife blade lightly against her sister's caged boi-clit. Once she felt that her new sis had left enough kisses on Puddin's manly tool, she commanded Mockie to next slip first one, then the second firm ball sac into her wet mouth. Harley remembered the look of disgust that her new sis displayed when she had to take the ball sacs of the Joker into her mouth. Her new sis did not fail to obey the command as she feared the pain from her shock collar and the threat that her big sis, posed to her shrinking caged manhood. Internally Robin vowed that if he ever got the chance, he would escape the clutches of this pair of demented clowns; but the emerging girl knew that over the course of the past three weeks, she had not been left alone for even a brief second. Harley took all this in, all the while whispering into her new sis's ear, exacting commands. Once Mockie had coated each ball sac with her saliva, Harley then commanded her new sis to let the second sac pop free from between her forest green coated lips, then she commanded Mockie to allow her tongue to lightly glide upwards in a circular fashion back towards that pulsing mushroom head of Puddin's thick, throbbing foot long cock. Once more reaching the tip of that mushroom head, Harley then bade her new sis to purse her lips allowing a slight opening of her mouth, then slide her pursed slightly opened lips over Puddin's pulsing cockhead. Harley took note of the look of utter revulsion on the girlie-boi's face at hearing that stern command; but she took note of a flash of wonderment that was not from the psyche of Robin; but instead from the tiny speck of a psyche of Mockingbird. Just before her feminized new sister's forest green shaded, pursed lips could touch the tip of Mr. J's pulsing cockhead, there was a string of pre-cum that spilled outwards and when her new sis planted her pursed open lips atop that head, the string of thick, salty pre-cum coated her lips and a strand or two dripped into her mouth. Once more Harley had taken note the extreme shock that flooded the ghostly white face of her new sis and it was at this point that Harley applied a light pressure upon the back of her new sis' lengthening golden blond hair with highlights of off setting dark purple and forest green strands. Harley remembered the words at this point that she had whispered into her little sis' ear, "Be a good little sister slut, and let that pre-cum coat the inside of you wet mouth," she had begun, then in a lower tone added. "savor the taste of Puddin's creamy desert, that he will soon be feeding your empty belly." Tears had flown from the emerald green shaded eyes of her newly emerging sister; but again Harley took note that Mockie paid heed to the command and allowed those couple of strands of thick salty pre-cum to coat her gum line, tongue and pearly white teeth, which gleamed with a stark brightness against her forest green painted lips. Harley recalled how there had been a brief moment when Robin might have been thinking of a way to escaped this humiliating torture; but she saw how he had swallowed that brief thought as he must have realized that it would have proven futile. Harley felt that it was at this point of time that the emerging psyche of Mockingbird, seemed to take control, as her new sis, began to fondle Puddin's balls with a fervor. She took note how her new sister began to run her pierced tongue all about Mr. J's throbbing cockhead and she thought she had seen a hunger present itself between her sis' hooded eyes, the thick coat of forest green eye shadow heavily coating her sister's eyelids, contrasting with the ghostly pale white foundation that covered the entire face of Mockingbird, offset with two elongated slim dark red diamond shapes one on each cheek, running downwards from just below her eyes to the crest of her jawline, appeared beaded with the first signs of perspiration as she bent to her will. Harley remembered instructing her new sister to then slowly take in a deep breath, while keeping her open lips planted over the mushroom head of Mr. J's thick, hard footlong cock, and then to begin to glide her lips down the first two inches of their man's tool. She had seen new fear erupt in her new girlie-boi sister; but Mockie did as instructed. Harley, then recalled how she had instructed her sis to next pull her lips back up towards the mushroom head while gliding her pierced tongue slowly, teasingly around the shaft that was in her mouth. Harley reminisced how she had continued to instruct her new sis to slide her mouth down over Joker's immense tool, each time gliding her lips further down the length of Puddin's swollen rock hard cock, then to glide her mouth back up to the tip and teasingly run her tongue along the width of the shaft that was in her mouth. She had continued to take note the tears forming behind Mockie's eyelids, several splattering down across her cheeks all the while complying with her directions. She recalled her next set of instructions to her little sis and once more noted new eruptions of trepidation about Mockie's face, when she firmly told her, "Sis now take your hands and begin to massage Puddin's cock, while you bob your mouth up and down his shaft." She had applied a little more pressure with the stiletto blade against the ball sac of her new girlie- boi sister, so that Robin would understand any harm to Mr. J's cock by her teeth or failure to follow the command, would result in Robin losing those useless balls. Once more her new sister heeded the commands. Harley took note, that Mockie had begun to pump her painted lips up and down Puddin's throbbing cock and she had gagged several times bringing forth large amounts of spittle, that her delicate hands became wet with as she pumped them up and down his shaft. Harley noted how Mockie was getting into the swing of things in giving Puddin a blow job. Down went her little sis hands towards Joker's balls while her pursed lips followed suit, sliding down the entire length of that thick, rock hard footlong shaft, then back upward till her tongue tickled the thick pulsing cockhead. Harley had taken note that Mr. J had begun to grind his manly tool into his new gal's mouth, and with the combined actions of Mr. J and her little sister, it was not long before Joker growled with heavy lust as his ball sacs jumped and he pumped several thick loads of his cum into Mockingbird's mouth. Harley remembered how when this had happened, the shocked expression upon Mockie-Robin's face, as her mouth was overfilled with Puddin's seed. She recalled how her new sister had pulled her mouth off Puddin's cock and was ready to spit out the thick seed; but Harley had taken action, with the kife held in her left hand she had pressed the stiletto firmly against the girlie-boi's ball sac, while clamping her right hand over her sis' mouth and sternly told Mockie. "DON'T you even think of spitting out Puddin's offering, bitch!" she then licked her little sis' inner earlobe, and continued. "Remember, savor his creamy gift, then SWALLOW it all." Her final recollection about that time several months ago, was how anger and new fear erupted in her sister's eyes; but she had held that cum in mouth for a long minute, before swallowing Joker's load and then Harley had coached her how to use the tips of her fingers to clean Puddin's seed off he painted lips and chin, slide her fingers into her mouth and lick them clean of Puddin's thick salty creamy remnants. Yes, the wimpy Robin could not hold down her boss' cum and had retched like a pathetic fool; but he had sat there with bile in his mouth for several long minutes, wanting to puke; but dared not as she had continued to keep the blade firmly up against the caged boi-clit. Harley let her new sister dash to the bathroom after those several minutes, knowing that as time went on and Mockie's persona gained more control, that her little sis would eventually no longer retch upon filling her belly with Puddin' seed; but the girl would learn to crave his thick salty breeding cream. She knew this as a fact, for she would be guiding her little sister each and every step along the way - Joker Remembers - Mockingbird's Desire to Pleasure Her Man As Harley was deep in her thoughts of the past few months, so was the Joker. He recalled the first time that his new gal had sidled up to him in her finest jest outfit, with three inch heels and and wanted to plant a kiss on his right cheek. He recalled how she pouted at not being able to reach her mark at the middle of his ghostly white face. It was her first time in which the Mockingbird persona was in total control and Robin's persona was looked in a tiny part of her mind deeply tucked away. MB, had struggled with reaching that mark and not wanting to give up, she had applied the skills of a gymnast, by bouncing on the balls of her heeled feet till she leaped upwards and wrapped her toned tanned fishnet covered legs around his muscular waist line. With her delicate hands resting lightly on his right shoulder, she pressed her forest green painted lips on his cheek and then nibbled on his right ear. He had felt a stirring in his crotch and allowed his new gal to remain with her slender legs wrapped around his taut abdomen as she had continued to plant kiss after kiss on his cheek and nibble on his ear, before she finally rested her lightly curled blond haired head upon his massive shoulder. He had reached under her green and red form fitting leather skirt that had been designed by Harley and he pressed his meaty palm against her satin dark purple high waisted panties that had the words Joker's Gal spelled out in gold lettering. That had been another gift by her big sis Harley and Joker recalled that all of Mockingbird's panties sported those same exact words ranging from thin gold letters to thick gold lettering, some with thin silver and some with thick silver lettering. He recalled, smacking and then pinching her ripe plump tushie and how instead of growling in shame and humiliation, the new gal had whimpered with a new hunger. He thought back to how she had pressed her tits covered in her two toned emerald green and red ruffled short sleeve blouse and underneath she had on her matching dark purple satin push up bra, which allowed her boobs to present with a fine cleavage, up against his right side. The feelings in his pants had deepened as he had allowed her to rub those boobs around his upper right side and he had felt the beginnings of a raging hard on. After a couple minutes of her being held up against his torso, he had unwrapped her legs, and pressed her down, till the toes of her black leather calf length three inch heeled boots settled on to the floor. His new gal still kept her toned femmy body pressed up against his right side, with her tits still rubbing up against him. Her slender hands with two inch forest green painted nails were lightly wrapped around his torso and she was lightly scratching him in a sexy saucy fashion. He had felt her right hand slide downwards, till it rested over his clothed manhood. When her delicate hand had taken note of his raging hard on, she had turned her ghostly pale face upwards, with a big Ohhhhh escaping her lips. Joker recalled how for the first time, that she initiated the beginnings of giving pleasure to his boner. She had stepped back a timid foot, then minced two steps to her right till she was centered at his front, then she had moved forward towards his muscular frame, with both of her toned tanned painted hands resting lightly on his covered manhood. She had then pressed her ghostly white made up face, against his abs, and he noted how she planted tiny kisses around his shirted chest, while slowly dropping down. Every inch of her way down she would plant kisses, till she finally came to rest with her fishnet stockinged knees planted firmly on the ground. She had continued her flirty kisses all about his pants covered cock, then she had slowly begun to unbuckle and unzip his pants. What he did not know at the time that his new girl was beginning to wantoningly pleasure his manhood, was that the night before, while he was out carousing with the boys of his gang, that Harley had induced a very deep hypnotic trance upon his new girl. While Mockie had been in the trance, Harley had firmly suggested that her sister would display a serious hunger for Puddin's cock and that the only way to relieve that hunger was to give him the most pleasurable blow job that a girl can give her man. He had learned a short while afterwards that Harley had kept her sis in the trance for a couple of hours, because that pesky Robin persona, kept fighting the strong suggestions that she was seeking to incorporate into the persona of his new girl. All that at the time did not matter, the only thing that mattered to him at that very moment was that Mockingbird was down on her knees, giving him one of the best blow jobs he ever had. What seemed like hours, which in truth was about 20 minutes in time, his new gal, sucked his throbbing, bobbing, pulsating monster till he exploded into her mouth. He spewed forth large quantities of his seed and he took note how she swallowed every last drop, then had licked her lips clean of the thick salty cream. Finally she opened her mouth and she ran her tongue all around his twitching dick, as she lapped up the cummies that had dribbled down his cock. This two she swallowed and then finally with a brilliant smile on her feminine face, she raised her head upwards, opened her mouth wide to show him, that all his seed was taken into her belly. Joker took note that she had not once, after swallowing all his cum, looked like she would gag or vomit. Instead he remembered how she looked to him with a gigantic smile on her face, looking for her man to praise her for her skills. He remembered that he had indeed praised her for showing off superb cock sucking skills and had even patted her blond hair head affectionately. - Mockingbird and Harley - Snowball Treat That Joker thought, now was the turning point for his new gal. From then on she constantly showed a hunger to pleasure him and looked for praise each time she sucked his monster cock clean and took his thick salty large load of seed into her mouth and belly. She was doing that at this very moment, giving her alpha the best blow job that a girl could and he began to push his cock into her mouth, in essence he was face fucking his girl and she kept a good strong suction with her lips, which also covered her teeth so as to not scratch his manhood with those gleaming white teeth. Harley watched as her little sister, manipulated Puddin's thick, long pulsating manhood. She urged her sis onward with strong explicit terms. That's it sis, lick his knob." "Ohhhh yeah, that's a good slut, bob on his cock." "WOW, girl you are suckling his balls." "Go on Mockie, pump Puddin's cock, while you tickle his head with your pierced tongue." "All the way down the length you go, bitch....get all of his dick in your greedy mouth." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, let him throat fuck you sugar." Harley knew her words were sending her little sister into over drive, as she watched her feeding on Mr. J's monster manhood. After thirty minutes of her sis giving pleasure to Puddin's cock, she saw that he was about to explode into her mouth and she was thrilled with delight that Mockie applied firm suction on his cock head, holding it firmly between her pursed lips so that the head was barely visible. Mockie heard her big sister urging her onward and she was thrilled with the heated sexual commentary. Just when her alpha was going to explode in her mouth, she gripped his bulging balls, milking them for all that she was worth, she wanted every drop of his thick salty seed in her mouth and she suctioned his mushroom head. Spurt after long spurt of his thick oouuyyy cum was pumped into her hungry mouth, and although she hungered to swallow Puddin's seed, she did not and let her mouth over fill with his hot seed. A stream of his thick salty cum spilled out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and neck and coated the top of her titties. She wanted to speak; but her mouth was full of his potent seed and if she opened her lips to speak, that precious desert would slush out of her mouth and she might loose a good bit of that gooey delight. Instead she waited lips lightly closed so not to loose any of his cum and she crawled up to where her big sis Harley was resting along Puddin's left side. Mockie.s boobs were lightly grazing the breadth of Joker's broad, muscular chest and her thighs were hoovering over his sweaty empty balls and monster cock. She turned her glistening femmy face towards her big sis Harley, waiting for Harley to initiate the kiss that would bring on the snowball fight. Her eyes were beaming with joy as she looked at her big sis. Harley first kissed her little sis on her closed pursed forest green coated lips, then she spread her full lips wide and placed them about the outer edges of Mockie's lips which allowed her little sister to open her lips and Puddin's thick cummys started to dribble into her own waiting mouth. The cum landed on her own pierced tongue and she allowed for all the cum that was in her sister's mouth to enter her own mouth. Joker watched as his two girls began to share his seed. He watched as Harley's mouth filled up with his thick cum, then she opened her mouth wide, to show to Mockie and him, that she had captured all his load. He was enjoying the show and praised his two gals for the hunger they each displayed to fill their mouths with his thick load. Mockie, next opened her pouting slick green coated lips wide and with hooded eyes, watched as her big sis, brought her mouth to within inches of her own wide open lips. "Please, please, please sis," she begged. "Ohhh I want Mr. J's yummmmy cummy in my mouth." Harley opened her mouth now filled with Joker's thick cum and allowed it to dribble down into her little sister's hungry open mouth. Have of the thick salty seed of their man dripped down into Mockie's waiting mouth and then Harley closed her mouth, letting that load of sperm stay in place. Mockie, now with half of Puddin's sperm in her own mouth, closed her painted lips together, allowing the thick cum to hold in place. The two girls next turned to look at their man and opened their mouths wide, to show that they each had his potent seed in their mouths. They then closed their lips and each jester swallowed what was floating in their mouths. His two wenches then went to town in passionate kisses, licking cum off each other's chins, necks and Harley tickled her little sister's titties as she lapped up the sperm that coated her boobies. Finally his two gals slide down the bed until they were adjacent to his thick, sweaty cock and they took turns licking and cleaning his cock of any cum that had dripped onto it. Mockie's whole body was glistening and her heart was beating a mile a minute so filled with joy she was at once more being allowed to pleasure her alpha. She slithered up his right side, planting kisses all along his body as she moved up to once more nestle in the crock of his right arm. Her tits firmly pressed against Puddin's right side. Harley had copied her little sister and was now nestled in the crock of Joker's left arm, and her tits were caressing the left side of her man's masculine chest. The three love birds were sated and needed time to recover. Girls, being girls, both Harley and Mockie were able to recover quickly and all though they hungered for continued sexcapades, the three were instead soon into a deep sleep. - Wakey, wakey time to begin a new day The morning found our three family members nestled up in Puddin's massive bed, Joker slapped both of his girl's bare tushies, snapping them to full wakefulness, where upon opening their still sleepy lids, Mockie and Harley planted kisses upon their boss' cheeks. Although he was feeling a stirring in his loins, he knew that there were things that required his immediate attention and if he were to remain in bed with his two gals, he would lose time that he needed to insure that his newest gal would finally become complete. As Mockie was preparing to once more slither down to the end of the bed, with a renewed hunger in her eyes, Mr. J stopped her movements, with a firm slap to her plump toned tushie. "No time for that missy," he stated with a stern look, although he wanted to feel her wet inviting mouth gliding all over his tool, "things to do, people to see and plans to be made." He pulled his pretty Mockie back up for a final embrace, then slapped both of his sexy vixens rumps one more time, then finished his thoughts. "You sexy wenches need to haul your delectable buns to your own room." Pouting, Mockie looked into her man's eyes and took note that he was going to be firm in his rejection of her desires to please him. She also took note, that her alpha was not turning her down because she was not a pleasing girl; but because he was serious that he had things he needed to do and when he was like this it was always best to abide by his judgment. The two girls, slipped out of Puddin's bed, silently making their way to their own bedroom, by the connecting door, along the way, they gathered up their nighties and panties that during the course of the sexcapades of the previous night they had removed. The two vixens were mincing and strutting their booties all the way to thier door, every few steps one of them and even both of them bent forward at their slender waist and would twerk their buns, bopping them up, down and sideways in a teasing manner; but to no avail for Puddin, although he did enjoy the show, did not call the heated bitches back to his bed for another romp. They opened the door into their own bedroom, padded inside on the balls of the tender feet and silently closed the door behind them. Upon entering their bedroom the two girls, tossed their nighties onto the foot of the bed; but slipped into their panties after first checking to make sure that their rags were still held in place and did not need changing. Somehow or another their panties had come off and there was no telltale sign of any leakage through the pads. Harley also did not see any spots of bloody menses showing on either pad and reckoned that it was safe for them to continue with the same rags in place. The two of them piled into bed, slipping under the thick pillowy down comforter, with Mockie turning over onto her left side and Harley copying her and spooning up against her little sis. Harley pressed her toned flat abdomen gently up against Mockie's backside, noticing that there was still hints of glistening along the smooth, sensitive slender shoulder's of her little sister. She brought her right arm down under and around her little sis' slender frame till she cupped Mockie's taut, firm jiggling right tit, while her left arm snaked over the left shoulder of Mockie and again rested her left dainty palm over Mockie's glistening left titty. Spooned like this the two female jesters soon fell fast asleep for several more hours. - Joker Sees the Good Doctor While his two vixens were settling into their own bed, Joker, repaired his ghostly white face, donned his clown prince of crime outfit and went off through the lair heading towards the lab that had been set-up for that female doctor. His long strides and sense of purpose, he traveled through the various passageways till he soon arrived outside the door where two of his goons were sitting. They looked up at their boss as he approached and both of them nodded greetings to Joker. In unison, they spoke. "Morning boss," Muscles bulged under solid black T-shirts that boasted a capital letter J that ran down the breadth of the T-shirts and was about 5 inches wide. "the lady is in thee fiddling around with test tubes and burners." the continued speaking as one, "She seemed to be coming out of her fog state, so we obliged her and gave her another whiff of your special Joker spray." "Morning boys," Joker replied, then upon careful thought continued, "Not to much gas shall she get," He wagged a finger, then continued. "She has work to complete, before I am done with her, soooo just a little at a time do you boys give her, no matter how much she begs." Laughter spilled forth from his clown like face. "Afterwards, well she can have all that she earns..........." he left the sentence unfinished, as he pulled open the door and entered the lab. The two hoods looked at each other with Joker's unfinished statement leaving a bright smile on their faces, for the figured they knew what their boss meant when he declared that she could have that she earns. Joker meanwhile took stock of the good doctor as she was sitting at a lab table pouring over her notes on a laptop computer that was not connected to the Internet. Sensing the Joker behind her, she turned and gazed up at him, the insipid smile brought on by the continued use of his patented Joker spray still plastered on her face. "Ohhhhh Mr. Joker," she started to speak with a light giggle in every word, "I, have the serum ready for the introduction of the blood DNA samples." She hesitated a moment, then continued. "I have found some interesting side effects, from my previous experiments." She paused a brief second, "Namely the aging process is slowed down in both subjects." She shook her long auburn hair head, "The female subjects have the age slowed down by roughly one half," another pause, "meaning for every year of her life she only ages half a year." Joker was stunned to hear that his main squeeze Harley would be aging over a longer time period.....he was happy to hear of this side effect The female doctor continued on with her findings. "As far as the newly formed female, she will age at an even slower rate." For every year, the newly formed female will only age one quarter year or roughly four months." She paused to let this sink in and when Joker showed a bright smile, she continued on with her findings. "Her first true menstrual period will begin within a day or two after the transformation has completed, and her period will be a very powerful time for her." The good doctor, paused, then continued on. "She will experience significant menstrual cramps and her flow will require very heavy duty pads that will need to be changed every two hours." The doc, waited a moment, then continued on with more findings. "During her first period, she will experience strong emotional swings, that will only be alleviated by close contact with the female who provided her DNA blood sample." The good doctor paused for a good moment, then continued. "She will also be linked with the original female telepathically, and will be subject to strong controls, from for all purposes her sister." The female doctor stopped for a bit, as she reviewed several other pages of notes, then continued. "Her mental state will be of a manic nature and an alpha male will need to exert his control over her within days of the transformation being complete." She paused again, then resumed her comments, "If she has already been with a strong alpha male, then that bond will deepen, even if the alpha male is not present and her mania will be easily controllable." Joker took all this information in and was pleasantly surprised by the new information that he was receiving. In essence, his new gal, Mockingbird, would form a very deep attachment to him and would be linked to his number one girl, Harley Quinn. He bellowed with his Joker laughter upon hearing this great news. He would just have to make sure he was not around when Mockie was experiencing her very first period, although he might enjoy watching her trying to deal with all the agonies that would surely accompany that time. The good doctor watched Joker as he took in the information and was stunned to hear his bellowing laughter; but she continued on with her findings. "The new female will have pretty normal menstrual periods after her first traumatic one; but her regular periods will be tied in with her sister's periods." "When ever the original female begins her periods, then the newly transformed girl will also experience hers." Sexually, they will both be in overdrive during their monthly week of hell and both will be like wild tigresses." Joker decided then and there, that he was definitely going to be away from the lair for Mockie's first period and he also decided that he would restrict his two gals to their boudoir and bedroom, so as to keep Mockie contained. He knew that the two jesters would be able to engage in sexual pleasures with each other and besides Harley could teach her little sister all sorts of sexually provocative acts. He looked at the good doctor and decided that there was no time like the present for her to obtain blood samples from his two jesters and directed her to follow him; but just prior to leaving the room, he provided her with another light dosing of his Joker spray. The doctor once more succumbed, to the hypnotic and addictive spray that he had noted had been wearing off, while she was incessantly chatting about all the side effects of her serum. Once more feeling the effects of Joker's patented spray, the full figured female doctor presented with that manic insipid smile, her eyes normally bright with life, now dulled down several notches. She gazed towards the Joker awaiting a command. It was not long in coming as he directed her to gather up the items she would need to draw a tube of blood from each of his wickedly sexy female jesters. He had stopped thinking of Mockingbird as a male almost two and a half months ago, when she had initiated on her own accord that wildly erotic blow job and the look on her face as she gave pleasure to him. It was look that only a heated sexually hungry vixen could present with. For all senses and purposes she was his heated bitch and the only remaining evidence that said otherwise was soon going to be a thing of history. Gathering up two needles and two syringes with attached tubes, plus a rubber tourniquet, and a small stainless steel container in which to put the objects in, and finally two alcohol wipes, the good doctor, began to follow Joker as he led the way out of the lab and began his journey to where his two jesters lay resting. The return trip to his girls boudoir and then on into their bedroom took ten minutes, the doctor following along like a puppy dog and behind her were his two low henchmen, who would accompany the good doctor back to the lab after she had drawn samples of blood from Harley and Mockingbird. When the small group of four finally arrived at the door to his girls boudoir, the two henchmen ceased their travels and settled down in a pair of chairs just outside the door. Joker and the female doctor continued as he held the door open for her and then followed her in. Joker escorted the female doctor into the bedchambers of his two female jesters. They both stopped as Joker took in the sleeping forms of his two gals. As the good doctor stood still, Joked stepped forward and smacked the pantied tush of his girl Harley, still spooned up against her little sister, with her hands still cupping Mockie's firm tits. Harley, felt the firm whack on her pantied covered firm plush rump and bounced upwards, which caused her little sis to waken up. The two girls had been startled awake by Puddin, with Harley lightly rubbing the spot where Mr. J's hand had landed on her buns, and at first the two female jesters believed that there was something wrong. Joker quickly explained that the full figured female who was waiting nearby was going to be drawing samples of their blood; but he did not deem in necessary to explain why he wanted his girls to allow the doctor to take their blood. Both of the female jesters were quite used to edicts issued by their boss and quickly sat up so that the female doctor could draw blood from the veins in their arms. The doctor was very proficient in drawing their blood, and within minutes of entering the room, she had completed the task. Joker, escorted the good doctor out of his girls' bedchambers and through their boudoir. Upon opening the door out of the suite of rooms he summoned the two henchmen and directed them to escort the female doctor back to the lab; but just prior to them moving off, he whispered into the ear of the female. "Be o good cheer and show off your assets," he commanded. "strut your stuff girlie." he finished off with. From that moment on during her walk back to the lab, the good doctor, minced her steps, winked at the two low level goons, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her summer dress, exposing ample cleavage and jiggled her titties in a very enticing manner. She flirted with the two goons all the way back to the lab, and allowed them to pinch her firm ample backside and each time they did, she would giggle with merriment and slapped playfully at the offending hand that had whacked her plump ripe buns. Joker then returned to his girls bedchambers where they were both sitting up, with several pillows piled behind their blond lock hair heads and the tanned slender shoulders. He took in their forms thinking for the first time that he was attracted to the girls, because they both sported hourglass figures. Their shoulders were rounded and slightly broad. Their busts were expansive yet not so large as to not be supported by their slender waists, which flaired outward as the waistline dropped downwards towards their hips. Both of his girls had nice wide hips that just about equaled the width of their smooth tanned rounded shoulders. Their buns were plump, firm and well toned. Both his girls sported light tans running the entire length of their frames and there was not a blemish noted about any area of their smooth tanned skin. Their breasts were both averaging a remarkable 34D or 36C size as far as he could tell. Waterdrop tits that were firm, ripe and had a very good jiggle to them were sported by Harley, while Mockingbird's were teardrop tits and they were just as firm, ripe and tanned as her big sister's boobs. MB's tits were also jiggly and pliable and her cleavage was well pronounced when she slipped a bra about her boobs. Both girls worked out daily and constantly focused on pressing their healthy breasts against dumbbells or exercise balls, which allowed them to keep their boobs in top form and at times he seemed to note that their tits appeared to gain an inch or so in size. They also concentrated on squats which allowed their ripe firm plump rumps to remain ripe and firm. Smiling, he figured he had the best of the world in his two female jesters. The two jesters, looked at their man and both began to fire questions at him. "Puddin, why'd we have to give up blood?" Mr. J, who is that female?" "Mr. J, what's the deal with that female?" "Puddin, are we being tested for an infection?" They would have gone on and on with more questions; but stopped when he held up his meaty muscular hand, palm held outward shushing them. "All in good time my girls, all in good time." He declared, then continued. "Mockie settle on down and get some sleep, for you will need to rest now." He then glanced at his number one girl and stated, "Harley to my parlor." Then he thought for a moment and allowed that Mockingbird did need to hear something good so added with emphasis. "Girlie, you are soon to get your fondest desires!" A slight pout formed on Mockie's face; but she slipped down in the bed, pulling the pillows about her as she settled. She knew not to argue with her alpha when he gave her a direction, sides since she could recall, he had never given her a command that brought her harm. So she slithered her body about until she was comfortable and slowly batted her long lashed eyes closed. Harley meanwhile had slipped out of bed and donned a silky lacey robe, that she cinched about her slender waistline a little tighter than she normally would and it allowed the material to enhance the appearance of her boobs and cleavage. She also stepped into her fluffy slippers and padded on through the bedroom to their boudoir, then over to the connecting door that led to Puddin's parlor. When she entered the parlor, she settled in her favorite chair and awaited his presence, her dainty feet tucked under her rump. Joker turned and strode out his girls bedchambers and then using the connecting door in their boudoir, he entered his parlor. There he noted that Harley had her slender legs tucked under her firm ripe buns and her tits were on prominent display through the flimsy silky material of her pale light purple robe. He paused a moment before he spoke to his number one girl, then started. "Harley, that female you saw, the one who drew a sample of your blood, has a serum, which will alter the DNA sequencing of your little sister." Harley, was stunned to hear this and begged, "Puddin, what does that mean?" Joker looked at his girl with squinty eyes, then continued, "What that means girlie, is that Mockingbird's DNA will be forever altered and in altering her DNA, he physical features will be transformed." Harley's stunned look grew longer and she was still trying to grasp what Mr. J was telling her, so she begged another question. "Her DNA altered, her physical features transformed, what do you mean by that Mr. J." "Wellllllll," began Joker once again, "it means that she will get her fondest wish," he paused for a second; but did not let her break in as he continued on, "it means, that she will be transformed into a complete female." A smile lit up his face. "It means that you will have a sister, that will need you total attention, till she gets her girlie legs under her." A moment of manic laughter filled the parlor as he continued, "It means that she will have a complete physical and psychological altercation of her mind and body." "WHAT?" Harley began, "Like Puddin, if you are saying that my little sister will loose that caged boi-clit and that she will have a healthy heated pussy, like WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW," Harley took a deep breath, then finished. "ummmmmmm will she also have, like ovaries and such?" she paused for a second, then posed a follow up question. "Will my little sister, have true periods and will she be susceptible to getting knocked up, like me? "Yes, yes, yes and yes, to all your questions girl," Joker declared. Then he thought of what the good doctor had passed along to him and in turn, he passed this information on to his number one girl. He passed along about how MB would experience her first period shortly after the transformation and then how Mockie's periods would be linked to Harley having her periods. He passed along about the telepathic link that Harley would have with her little sister and how Mockingbird's attachment to him, her alpha, would deepen and how she would develop a manic affect similar to his. He passed along about how both girls would have overly active sex drives when they were in the midst of their monthly curse. Finally he finished and looked upon his number one girl's astonished face. "OMG," she began, then continued. "like Puddin, my little sister will be one heated little BITCH, one HOT SLUT!" She giggled for several seconds, the finished with. "Like WOW, will she ever be thrilled to learn that her fondest wish will be made true!" Joker smiled at her reactions, then stated. "Today, she will be allowed to sleep through the day, for by early evening, the serum will be ready for her to receive her first injection and the next five days will be extreme torture for her." He wagged his finger at Harley, then continued. "She will need around the clock attention and that will be left up to you to handle, along with the doctor, who will check on her." He paused for a moment. "You also will receive injections daily; but will not endure the pains that she will." He looked upon Harley with a fierce gaze, "Only three wil be allowed in your chambers, ME, you and the doctor." He let that sink in a moment then continued. "If our boys seek entry, then they will forfeit their existence." He thought a moment, then added, "They will be allowed to bring in a hospital bed and whatever equipment that the doctor requires usage of; but after they have brought that equipment in, NO FURTHER ENTRY IS ALLOWED!" Harley nodded that she understood Puddin's directions and she knew that he meant it when he stated that the boys would forfeit their existence if the even attempted to open the door to her and Mockie's boudoir. Joker, then continued, "Girl, I do not even want you to disturb your little sister for the next few hours." Puddin, paused a moment. "Gather what you need and then remain out of your bedchambers till the doctor arrives with the serum." Joker took a breath. "Theboys will gather all the equipment and have it right outside your boudoir, ready for when the female doctor arrives." Harley, emphatically nodded her blond locked head. "Now, go Harley and get as much rest as you can this day, for tonight will be long and wrought with tired bones." Harley, bounced to her feet, forgetting to step back into her fluffy slippers, dashed to Mr. J's left side and planted the largest wettest kiss she could, as she exclaimed with pure joy. "Puddin, you the best, best, best man us girls could ever want for!" She then dashed towards the door connecting his parlor to their boudoir and slipped through, silently closing the door behind her. On padded feet, so as not to disturb Mockie, she slipped into their bedroom, gathered up a pair of loose fitting sweatpants, and a thin silky short sleeved body shirt. She then moved to their shared bathroom, quickly changed and at the same time she replaced her used rag. She dumped her silken robe on top of her hamper, then on silent padded feet, she slipped out of their bathroom, made her way through the door of the bedroom to their boudoir, where she settled on her lounge chair. - Doctor Synthesizes Serum using Combined Blood Samples The doctor was fast at work introducing first the blood sample from Harley into her chemical formula, then withdrew the blood of Mockie from the syringe that it was stored in and combined that into the large tube that held her formula and now Harley's blood. She than ran a resequencing DNA program on her computer and connected the program to the device that would set up a chain reaction. The whole process that was to be run would take about two hours and then she would have enough of the DNA transformation serum available for the required five days, in which both of the subjects would receive injections of the serum. While the process was running, she sat back in her lab chair and began to run her hands down the front of her full figured frame. A heat was building in her that was induced by the strong suggestion that Joker had instilled in her when she was starting to step out of the boudoir of the subjects. Her right hand rose back up to her breasts, while her left sculpted hand slowly slide into her summer dress around the abdominal area where the last button was located. Her right sculpted hand slowly began to tweak her breasts, while the nails of her left hand began to tease her pubic mound. "Ohhhhhh." a soft sigh spilled from her parted lips still spread wide with that insipid grin. She began to run the tips of her nails all about her closed kitty lips, causing a slight puffing and moistening of her tender pussy lips. She could not help herself as she slipped first one, then a second finger into her moist tunnel. Her nails began to lightly scratch the inside of her slick kitty and her right hand was now pinching the nipples of both tits, causing a blood rush to her boobs and brining forth an even greater heat that ran throughout her whole body. She lost track of time as she was playing with herself. Several times she felt an orgasm build within her and she allowed the orgasmic flood to happen without a bit of shame. Her panties were soon covered with her slick juices and her left hand was coated with her juices. She had brought her left sculpted hand to her mouth several times and licked off the sweet scent of her pussy juices from her fingers, then she would allow her left hand to once more travel down to her now exposed pussy and finger herself to another orgasm. What seemed like short minutes was in truth two hours of time, when she heard a chiming from her equipment that the serum was now ready to be deployed. Quickly she stopped her ministrations of her slick cunny and stopped tweaking, pinching and massaging her ripe tits. She fixed her summer dress and then went to work removing the vials of serum from the lab machine that had synthesized the serum. She placed all of the vials into a clear specimen container that allowed a total of 48 vials to be securely held in place. She then approached the exit door of the lab and notified the two men sitting out there that the serum was ready to be injected. - Mockingbird's Tormented Treatment Plan The two henchmen notified their boss that the lady doctor was ready to begin the treatment, although they had no idea what the treatment was and or who was being treated. The best they did know was that it was one of Joker's jesters; but they had learned to venture into areas that their boss considered personal and he most definitely thought this as very personal. Joker directed them to escort the good doctor once more to the chambers of his two jesters and that they complied with post haste. The walk was about 10 minutes and that due to the fact that the lady doctor, kept teasing them every step along the way. Boy they thought, that hussy sure does have one fine body, that is going to waste; but if they understood Joker's plans for her and they felt sure that they did, well that chick would soon be getting all the loving that Joker's men and any customer she would service, that she would ever want. When they arrived at the outer door of the two jesters suite of rooms, they stopped in their tracks. As they were beginning to open the door, it was opened from the inside by another henchman and a troupe of five henchmen slipped out. The last one in line, held the door open and bid the lady doc, to enter, which she did. She minced through the boudoir of the two jesters and entered their bedroom. There she found that Mockingbird - she did not know the subject's name - was resting in an electric hospital bed and was already hooked up to an IV pump and there was a bag of normal saline dripping into her vein. She was also hooked up to an EKG machine that would run diagnostics every half hour and send read-out to her computer, plus to the laptop that was sitting on a small table nearby. She took note that there were ten additional bags of normal saline, several vials of medicine and a catheter cleaning system close by. When the doc had notified the henchmen that the serum was ready, Mockingbird had the cage removed from her boi-clit by her big sister and Harley had inserted a Foley catheter into the opening of her shriveled boi-clit, where it was secured in place with a small balloon that contained 5CC of air at the internal tip of her sister's clit opening. Mockie would remain hooked up to the catheter until she had recovered from the last dose of serum she would receive, through her IV connection. For best hygiene practices the catheter would require cleaning at a minimal three times per day. There was a bag attached to the catheter and it would measure the urine output and that measurement would be noted on the computer that would be seen by Harley and the lady doc. The good doctor first approached Harley and she had the young lady sit down, while she prepared a needle and syringe which she filled with the serum from one of the many vials. She chose to use the antecubital space located on the inside of the girl's arm at the bend of the elbow. A quick swipe of an alcohol wipe and then she slipped the needle into Harley's vein, then pressed the plunger on the syringe and watched as the serum was introduced in Harley's venous network. It was soon coursing through Harley's veins and would marry up with her DNA, allowing a slight alteration to her DNA, which would allow for her to have an increased connection to her little sister, and which would slow down her aging process and develop a telepathic link to her sister. She disposed of the syringe and needle in a red colored container, that would remain here in the room, so that all used needles and syringes could be disposed of properly. The lady doc set up a second needle and syringe which she again filled with the serum from yet another vial, approached the subject that was resting in the bed, gently pulled up the tubing that was attached to the IV pump machine and connected through a vein in the subject's left arm. With practice and ease, she plunged the needle into the vacuum sealed rubber stopper and pressed down on the plunger, which caused the serum to flow into Mockie's vein, to be quickly pumped through-out her entire vascular system. Once more she disposed of the used needle and syringe, then stepped away and stopped movements. Joker had been sitting in a high back well padded maroon chair off in a corner of the room and took in all the action that occurred. When the lady doctor was complete with the injections, he rose from the chair and escorted her out of his girls' bedchambers and through their boudoir till he arrived at the exit door to their suite of rooms. He stopped there for a minute, once more pulled from a hidden coat pocket his patented Joker spray and sprayed a short misting of it into the lady doc's face. He noted how quickly the spray took effect and then opened the door, once more ushering her out of his girls' chambers. Again he strongly suggested that she flaunt her sexuality and then closed the door behind her. On the way back to her lab, she openly flirted with the two henchmen, pressing up against them as often as possible, rubbing her heated tits about their chests, grinding her mound against their muscular thighs and nibbling on their necks and ears. She would run her hands up and down her frame, pressing her open palms against her boobs, jiggling her firm wide bootie and even slip her hand in through the opening of her summer dress, to lightly massage her heated pussy. It was all to no avail as the hoods, knew better than to partake of her charms at this time. No they would wait until Joker was done with her and her duties as a doctor were no longer needed. Then they would gladly give her the loving she was hungering for; but not until then. Mockie looked over at Harley, who was gazing at her intently. "Ummmm sis," she asked in a hush tone. "I know that I am not supposed to ask," she was very hesitant, "but, why did I have to get undressed and settle in this hospital bed?" She paused as she was starting to feel wuzzy, "and ummmm ouccchhhh," a pain gripped her sides, "why all......" she took a slow breath, and tried again "why all hooked up to IVs and things...." she felt a stabbing pain in her belly, tears flowed from her reddened eyes. Harley, looked on as her little sister began to experience the first round of aches and pains. Silently she picked up a cool clothe and bathed her sister's forehead, under her arms, her neck and then flattened out the still cool and lay it gently on Mockie's twitching belly, that was shining from sweat that was coating her from head to toe. Harley had read through a number of files on her laptop which had been provided by the female doc. The articles she read through described in explicit detail the various stages that her little sis would go through during the entire treatment process. There was no way to totally alleviate the agony that her sis would endure; but she had learned that just being there and helping her through this agonizing transformation, would benefit her, so that is what she had planned to do. She looked down on her sis laying in the hospital bed, then bent forward and whispered in Mockie's ear, "Sis.....the pains that you are just starting to feel are going to get worse.......;" she paused a brief moment "but in the end, you will see that this will pass and well, the end justifies the means, sis....." Mockie, heard what her big sis was saying and wanted to respond; but just breathing was taxing for her, so she nodded he head, her eyes rimmed red with tears from the various aches and pains that racked her body. She listened intently to the soothing, firm voice of her big sis, taking in every word, every gesture, every kind act, that Harley was taking and had taken. She reached up with one shaky delicate, hand coated with sweat, seeking the strength of Harley. Harley, lightly grasped her little sister's shaking hand, felt the cool clammy skin, then reached backwards with her free hand snapping up yet another cool clothe. She used this cool clothe to gently pat Mockie's slender arms and delicate hands. Then as gently as she could, Harley placed a couple of pillows under each of Mockie's arms and hands for support. Next she ran her hands through her little sis' blond locks, sweeping the bangs free from Mockie's forehead. Finally she reach for a small cup of ice chips, taking several chips out of the cup and ran them over Mockie's dry parched lips. The clear lip gloss and forest green lipstick was noted caking the melting ice chips, and Harley tossed them into a trash bin that was beside the hospital bed. Through out the course of the early evening and running late into the night, Mockie's pains were gradually building up and each time Harley would step up and care for her little sister. There were periods of time, in which Mockingbird was lucid and in those times, she would take small sips of water. The IV bag of normal saline was changed out after 8 hours just prior to the bag of life giving fluid ran out. Just as Harley was switching out the normal saline bag, Mockie's eyes flew wide open. The pains had somewhat subsided and Mockie was breathing a bit better. She looked at her big sis with dull eyes; but spoke with a hint of conviction. "Sis," she began, "I feel strange and, and, and my insides feel like they are burning up." Harley looked down at her sister's matted blonde locks that were somewhat tangled, her face twisted in a bit of pain, eyes watery from the hours of treatment tortures that she had experienced, then calmly spoke. "I'm sooooooo sorry you have to endure this painful treatment;" she hesitated a moment, thinking of what she should say to her little sis, then continued on, "sis, you just have to dig deep down into yourself," she paused a moment, then in a soft tone spoke into her sis' ear. "girl you have the strength, let it out, let the strength of the young lady you will become, the fine female jester you will soon be, let that strength flood your heart and soul." Mockie, nodded to Harley, once more taking in comforting sounds of her big sister. She then closed her tear filled eyes and nodded off to sleep. She appeared to be resting and her breathing was long; but shallow in depth. She remained like this for several hours, every once in a while twitching as a brief period of pains would once more rack her frame. Along about 3 in the morning, she sat up suddenly and growled out. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, stoppppppppppppppppppppp;" but the voice was full of a strong timber and for the first time in three weeks, the male persona of Robin, burst free, demanding and angry at the world and the whacked out clowns Harley and Joker who had entrapped him in this prison of had once been a college age male body and which over the course of time they had been transforming into a vapid, manic, wickedly feminine creature. He was trying to fight the way out of this prison that he had been held in and snarled out, "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, whyyyyyyyyyyyyy are you doing this, have youuuuuuuuuuuuuu noooooooooooo shameeeeeeeeee, no sense of decency, nnooooooooooooo honorrrrrrrrrrr?" Harley just looked on for a moment, then snapped back. "Blunderhead, you twit, you will not win for in the end, Mockingbird, is stronger." A high manic expression crossed her face as she laughed visciously, "Soon you will be locked back in that cage of yours by my hot, sexy sister and only allowed out, when I DECIDE TO CALL YOU FORTH!" Harley spat back. "I WILL FIGHT YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY!" Robin, the blunderhead tossed back in anger. "AND STILL YOU WILL LOSE!" Harley firmly declared, "Mockie, will rule and well, let's just say, when I call you forth, YOU WILL DROOL!" Saying that, Harley stepped away from the bed, not caring to hear anymore from the wimpy male persona of Robin. The Robin persona continued to spit out hurtful comments; but Harley had placed a pair of headphone over her ears and had turned up the volume, to drown out the sound of his words, which sounded very silly as the voice, although timer in nature, was clearly very feminine in nature, something that he was soon realizing. He hated that he sounded sooooooooooo girlie, hate that he could feel the jiggle of a pair of breasts that were now his to sport, hated that he could feel long strands of hair that was evidently damp from hours and hours of pains that both personas could feel and most of all he hated that although he was filled with anger at what Harley and Joker had put him through for the past four months, he also felt a kinship to them, that there existed a bond between him and Harley and that when she had snarled at him, he felt shame at mouthing of to her big sister. Wait, where had that thought come from, dam he thought, that jester had twisted his own thoughts, she had not only been the cause of the Mockingbird persona to take control of their combined bones; but had twisted his own persona, to where he was feeling like a girlie himself. Dam, dam, dam he had to find a way out of this trap; but as he thought that, he also thought, he needed to listen to her big sister. GEEEEEESSSSSH, he, no she thought, then felt a pain that ceased his thoughts as it enveloped her body. Mockingbird's persona fought back as her body withered in pain. "DAM, you punk ass goody, two shoes Robin," she snapped out with indignation, "Go back into that locked cell I built for you, you ugly troll." she snarled out in a vengeance " I AM IN CONTROL, THIS IS MY BODY NOW AND YOU FUCKING TWIT WILL LOSE AS MY BIG SISTER HAS SPOKEN!" she stated with stark authority. "WE WILL BE WHOLE, WE WILL BE FEMALE AND I WILL RULE OUR BODY!" her strength was building up as her face twisted in a combination of anger and pain. "JUST YOU WAIT, BLUNDERHEAD, YOU WILL ONE DAY FEEL THE LUST AS A GIRL THAT I LOVE FEELING!" Harley heard the fight that the two personas were engaged in and cheered her little sister on as she once more regained control of her hot sexy femmy body. Manic laughter spilled forth from Harley's open lips. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA!" Harley, then padded back over to the hospital bed, as she had seen her little sister, once more begin to show signs that the serum was again bringing forth bouts of traumatic pain. Mockie was withering about in the bed, clutching her taut sweat soaked belly, while curled up on her left side and hot tears were streaming down her face. There was medication already drawn up in syringes which Harley was cautioned to use sparingly, as the lady doc had explained that the subject needed to feel the pain at times and that only when there was no other choice was Harley then to administer the medication. After the long grueling night in which Mockie had show a resilience towards the initial dose of the serum, Harley determined that her little sister had earned the right to have some of the pains reduced. She picked up the syringe, wiped the rubber stopper on the IV line and slowly introduced the medication through the IV to her sister. She waited about five minutes, before she noted that Mockie's body was relaxing somewhat and then set-up a wash basin with warm water and began to give her little sister a bed bath. She started at Mockie's face, using the wash clothe to gently wipe away the sweat stains that covered her pert face. She then slipped the wash clothe back in the basin, swished it about a bit, then with long soft strokes washed Mockie's shoulders, arms and slender fingers. Once more she dropped the wash clothe into the basin, swished it about, rang it out, then gently she began to wipe Mockie's neck, moving down to her jiggling tits, where she used a circular motion starting at her little sister's nipple of her right boob softly, gently gliding it about in a downward circular motion till the clothe reached the base of her sis' tit. She then repeated the same action on her left tit. The next time she dropped the clothe into the basin and rang it out of swishing it about, she once mor used gentle pressure and bathed her sister' belly, allowing the clothe to glide down in long sweeps till she had reached her little sis' groin area. She was going to leave the groin as the last area of her sister's body to clean and two more times she dropped the clothe into the slowly cooling water in the basin and each time she pulled it out she bathed her sister's slender, toned tanned legs, in long sweeps till reaching the toes and then moved on to the next leg. She dropped the clothe back in the basin and allowed it to remain there for a moment, while she worked at turning Mockie on to her side. Now she cleaned her little sister's back, then finally she bathed Mockie's groin and buns, her boi-clit and the crack of her tender butt hole. Finished with the bed bath, Harley repositioned several pillows so that her little sis was cushioned by the pillows about her arms, head and legs. She then picked up the basin, slipped through their bedroom on padded feet and moved to the entrance door of their boudoir. Harley opened the door, signaled to one of the henchmen sitting outside and handed him the basin of dirty water from the bed bath. She returned to their bedroom, took note that her little sister was appearing to be sleeping, then dropped down onto their large king sized bed and was soon zonked out for the remainder of the night; but there was a part of her that remained vigilant to Mockingbird's sounds and movements. If there had been a need, she would have quickly risen up and tended to her little sis. Around 8AM that morning, Joker arrived with the lady doc close to his heels and Harley woke up upon sensing Puddin's presence. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and took note of how the lady doc had changed out of the summer dress and was now wearing a form fitting lavender blouse with half sleeves and ruffles all about the neckline and sleeves. The top two buttons of the blouse were unbuttoned and Harley took note that the female was not wearing a bra, that he boobies were jiggling with every step that she took and she noticed that the doc's boobs were ripe, firm and her nipples were standing up proudly, like the doc had been pinching, and massaging her melons and nipples. She also took notice that the lady doc was wearing a very short black leather skirt and under the skirt she noted the tops of a pair of lavender fishnet stockings. She finally looked down at the feet of the doctor and noted that she was wearing 4 inch spike heels that rose up to her mid calves. Joker looked at his number one girl, bid her to take some time and freshen up for several hours. He directed Harley to get out of the suite of rooms and take some time to herself. Harley knew that she needed to re-charge her batteries and nodded her blond disheveled hair head, then as she rose up off the bed and was gliding by the female doctor she stopped and whispered into her ear. "Wow girl, you look like you love strutting that bootie and flaunting those hot titties." She swept out of the room after stopping by her chest of drawers and gathered up her lingerie and a change of spandex form fitting knee length pants, a red and black short sleeve V-neck T- shirt and a pair of sneakers. She then dashed into hers and Mockie's shared bathroom where she quickly cleaned herself up, then slipped into her fresh panties, once more placing a pad in them insuring that the pad was centered on the gusset of her lacy, pale yellow panties. She then slipped on the matching half-bra, that barely covered the top of her tits, slipped on the V-neck T-shirt, which allowed for an ample viewing of her cleavage. Finally she wiggled her sexy butt into the spandex exercise pants and pulled on her sneakers. Not missing a beat, she ran a brush through her blond locks, then dashed out of the bathroom quickly making her way out of their bedroom and through their boudoir, out into the main walk-way of Joker's lair. In a leisurely manner, Harley padded through-out the lair, first making her way to a large kitchen, where she fixed herself a small salad omitting dressing and adding just a pinch of salt and pepper for flavoring. After eating the salad, Harley continued on her stroll of the lair sometimes coming in contact with various low level hoods who were part of Mr. J's gang. She briefly conversed with them, telling them that Mockie was in good health; but was undergoing treatment for a minor ailment. Meanwhile back in the suite of rooms where Mockingbird lay in the hospital bed, the lady doc, injected her with her second round of the transformative serum. Mockie had been able to rest for several hours as the first dose of the serum had already run its course. Medical science as we knew it had long prescribed that when the human body reaches a certain age, that the bones have matured and obtained their greatest strength and could not be reformed or reshaped. Science did identify manners in which manmade bones could be introduced to the body; but as far as normal sciences could understand the bones could not become soft and malleable. The lady doc though had discovered through her serum, that this was not the case, that by the introduction of her serum, bone mass could become soft and malleable and this is what had brought on the first round of torturous aches and pains. Mockie's bones had not quite liquified; but had become soft and malleable. During this first round of treatment, Mockie's bones were readjusting their location, which although not visible at present time, had shifted around the hips, had shrunkened around the toes, the bones of her fingers had lengthened and her facial structure had softened, allowing the bones of her jaw to reshape into more feminine features. As soon as the lady doc had administered the second dose of serum and she had disposed of the syringe in the red sharps bin, she looked expectantly at Joker. Mr. J knew what she was hungrily waiting for and pulled out the aerosol spray. He allowed her a small jolt of the patented Joker spray, which returned her to the state of mania that she had grown to long for. He no longer had to suggest that she respond in a manner befitting a heated bitch, for she was now more comfortable acting like a slut, that what was becoming foreign to her was the standing of a well respected biologist. He then escorted her out of his girls' bedroom, through their boudoir and out the entry door of their boudoir. Once she stepped foot out into the maddening hallways of the lair, she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her silken blouse, exposing her bouncing titties to the two henchmen that stood waiting for her. They quietly escorted her back to the lab; and as much as she tried to entice them in having their ways with her, they refused, which only caused her to flaunt herself in an even more brazen manner. The more that she flaunted her charms, the more they rebuffed her. When she arrived at the lab and they opened the door for her to enter and did not follow after her, she succumbed to the slutty desires of her body, fingering her smoking hot pussy, while mashing her firm rips bouncing tits. Yeah she had many small orgasms; but what she desperately needed was a few cocks to serve and so far they refused to give in to her wanton slutty ways. She was being left to her own devices and those devices only increased the heat in her tunnel and through-out her entire body. Joker meanwhile had re-entered his girls' bedroom and took up watch from a plush chair that was his alone to sit in. His girls could only settle on his lap when he was there and yes he knew that when he was not there and they hankered for his scent, they would settle on the floor beside the chair and rest their girlie faces upon the seat cushions, drinking in the musky scent that he always left behind. He sat there now keeping watch over his new girl, his ghostly pale clown prince of crime, facial features filled with thoughts about the future and the pas four months which led him to being here now. His manic smile plastered from one ear to his other held steady as he kept a steady watch on Mockingbird. Twice he rose up and placed cool clothes on her forehead and under her armpits during the next two hours and he took note of how she was thrashing about on the bed. As her man he knew he could have provided her with soothing comments; but that was not in his manner. His manner was that of an alpha male who took control of his two girls and that is what he did with Mockie. The first time that he cared for his female jester he gazed into her bleary watery eyes and began, "Your duty," he declared to her in a firm controlled tone, "is to please me, girl!" He stopped for a moment to let that sink in, then continued, "I find it displeasing that you are allowing the pains and discomfort to affect my jester!" He gripped her hand so that she could feel his strength, then continued on. "You WILL NOT displease me, now will you MB!" Mockie, heard Puddin through the pain and the hazy deliruim. She let out a light gasping sound; but shook her sweaty blonde locked hair head in a firm negative twist. Then through gritted bright white teeth, she mumbled. "Noooooooooooo Mr. J," the pain was tremendous; but she continued as tears flooded her already watery eyes. "nnnnnnoooooooooo, will noooooooooootttttttttt dispppppleasssssssssseeee." she completed. Her girlish body, would then lose the tension that she was using to beat back the pains and in doing so, it was noted that Mockie was a bit more relaxed in the hospital bed. Joker then returned to his chair and settled back in, once more to keep a watchful eye on his girl as she fought through the pains as he commanded. The second time he rose up to place cooling clothes on her frame, he firmly directed that she appreciate the gift he was providing for her. Once more he held his grinning gaze steady, looking deep into her eyes. "You are MINE, Mockingbird, and as MINE, I command you to fight through this pain." Mockie, nodded her sweaty face and fought to speak, "Yessssssssssssssss Puddin." she weakly mumbled, with a weak grin plastered on her cracked dry lips. Pudding, noted the dry cracked lips of his girl and silently picked up several ice chips, wetting her lips. She hungrily tried to pull the ice chips into her mouth; but a quick slap on her exposed tushie stopped her in her tracks. "NO," he firmly stated and left it at that. Mockingbird did not question her alpha, if he did not want her to suck on the ice chips, then she would not, besides that slap on her tushie by Puddin, had jolted her a bit and she did not wish to feel his palm landing on her already sore backside. As Joker was beginning to settle back down in his chair once more, he heard a growling spewing forth from between the pursed dry lips of his jester girl. Long strides took him back to her bedside, where he took noted that she had turned to look straight into his eye; but was unhappy when he heard the words that spilled out of her mouth. "Yoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu fiendish clownnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." came the rasping, hoarse voice. "Releasssssssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeeee Jooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkerrrrrrrrrrrrr," the twit Robin spat out in a broken voice, as he had surged forth from the inner cell that Mockie had placed him in deep in her brain cells. "Releassssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeee annnnnnnnnnndddddd," the chowderhead punk Robin, gasped for breath as pain overwhelemed the body, then continued, "yoooooooooouuuu, argghhhhhhh, wooooooooooonnnnn'ttt, nnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeddddddd worrrrrrryyyyyy," stopping briefly for a breath sorely needed, "Iiiiii, willllllllllll moveeeeeeeeeee awaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy frooooooooooommmmmmm Gothammmmmmmmmmmm," tears were flowing from the eyes of Joker's girl; but it was still Robin that spoke through the pain, "Iiiiiiiii willllllllll goooooooo farrrrrrrrrr farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." "Release, you." Joker spat out with laughter filling his voice, as he continued, "Why dumdum, would I ever consider releasing MY GIRL?" Joker gazed down at the face of his female jester. "Ohhhh, don't answer that, it was rhetorical." Joker took his hands and started massaging the heaving, sweat coated boobs of his girl, then continued, "Feel that dunderhead, those are YOUR TITS, those are my girl MOCKIE'S knockers!" Joker let loose a soft laughter, "hoooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooohhh hhooooooo," took a breath and spoke again, "This body, you still occupy is decidedly girlie now, your blunderpuss," a snarl crossed Joker's face as he continued, "and after this course of treatment IT WILL BE ALL GIRL!" Joker let loose with his Joker laughter, "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA, and you are and will always be MY GIRL!" he finished speaking his thoughts on the matter. Then a new line of thoughts crossed his mind, and he spoke again, "Why Robin, if you were released, this transformed body of yours, is good for only one thing." Mania, filled Joker's voice, as he continued, "This body is good for being fucked, for sucking cock, for pleasuring man, and more importantly this body and soul has been trained to please one man, ME!" Joker's left hand travelled down the feminized body of his girl, while he reached down to his pants, unzipped them and pulled out his thick beefy long semi-flaccid cock. "SEEE, LOOK AT IT, GIRLIE!" The Robin persona, sought to look away from Joker as he whipped out his tool; but was not fast enough, and just seeing that throbbing mushroom head, caused an explosion of thoughts to run through the girlie brain. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh GOD, noooooooooooo." Robin wailed; but was licking her lips seductively, hungrily. The thoughts now running through Robin's silly brain was to grab that manhood and, and, and kiss that, alpha dick. To take that alpha cock into her wet willing mouth and give pleasure to the alpha who sported that breeding tool. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Robin couldn't take being out of the cell Mockie had designed for her deep in their combined brain. Robin knew that if he, noooooooo sheeeeee did not run back to his, nooooooooooo herrrrrrrrrrrrr cell deep in the brain, that sheeeeee would deep throat Puddin's big fuck tool, even though heeee, damit sheeeeeeeeeeee was in pure agony from this treatment. Robin quickly retreated back into the deep reaches of her brain, closed the mental door about herself and cried for her lost self. Robin was now beginning to understand that he was trapped as never before, and did not want to think about what freedom would bring her. Joker, remained standing where he was at, his big thick cock just hanging out of his pants and his left hand resting lightly on his girl's glistening belly. He took note that there was a shift in the look of his female jester and that she was now weakly smiling at him, while licking her lips. He saw how she sought to reach out to him and he did nothing to stop her as he wanted to see what she would do. Mockie, was more in control of herself and this her heated agonized body reached out timidly with her trembling fingers, weak from the treatment that Puddin desired her to completely obtain. Her delicate shaking fingers lightly grazed the tip of his mushroom cock and she allowed the tips of her nails to lightly tickle that hung manhood of her alpha. "Puddin," she mumbled with a shaky voice. "thank, you Mr. J, mmmmmmmmmmm." She felt a wetness on her nails from pre-cum that had leaked from his delicious cock. She wanted to again taste his offering and withdrew her hand from her boss' mushroom head, slowly as she was still enduring freaking pains and aches from her course of treatment, looking to suck her nails and fingers clean of his pre-cum. Joker, stopped her before she was able to rest her fingers onto her parting lips. "No Mockie, nothing by mouth, not even my seed, that nourishes you." Pouting, Mockingbird looked to Puddin with pleading watery eyes; but he did not relent and she accepted his right to deny her the taste of his cummies. Joker, then picked up a disposable moistened towelette and cleaned her fingers of his pre-cum so she would not be tempted to slip her slender fingers in her mouth when he was not looking. He took note that she was allowing her body to relax once more, reached down to his exposed cock, slipped it back into his pants and zippered back up. "Dam the joys to be denied us girl; but the time will come when no joy will be denied!" he declared in a firm controlled tone. He then wet her lips down once more with a couple of ice chips, replaced several cooling clothes about her frame, which was coated from head to toe with a heavy sheen of sweat, then returned to his chair where he mused over the actions and behaviors of his girl and how she had - of course due in fact to the controls that he and Harley had subjected her to for the past four months - forced that pathetic persona Robin to run back to his/her cage deep in Mockie's brain cells. During the first round of treatment, Mockie's bones had softened and reshaped, close to the bone configuration of her big sis Harley. This second course of the serum, now began to re-align her internal organs and the first female organs began to take form. Her breasts that she currently sported also began to reshape themselves, the glands that would allow Mockie to produce milk, slowly started to develop, attaching to her nipples, and although not completely formed, there was small trickle for just one brief moment of sweet human breast milk, that barely was noticed; but within her psyche, Mockie sensed this new experience and it brought forth a new desire. As Mockingbird had been born male and had lived life previously as a male, she did not go through the stages of puberty, that normal females endured. Therefore she did not know the power of her body that was reshaping, did not know the strong emotions that females have to work through as their bodies matured. This body of hers was reshaping and slowly becoming female and her first true female experience of leaking titty milk, her titty milk to be precise, engulfed her psyche, and she began to understand why mother's wanted to nurse their young. It was a totally unselfish act of a mother to want to nurse her baby, to provide the nourishment to the baby and also to develop an unbreakable bond between mother and baby. This was the strange feeling, the new desire that she was now experiencing and it allowed the psyche of Mockingbird, to become stronger, more resilient, and powerful. Just as the Joker began to doze off, Harley could be heard entering the suite of rooms. She padded softly through their boudoir, and upon entering hers and Mockie's bedroom, she took note of Mr. J, sitting in the high back plush rich dark velvety cushioned chair. She took note of her little sis, appearing to be resting fitfully; but resting all the same and prior to taking over as her care taker, Harley wanted some snuggle time with Puddin. As she settled slowly down onto her man's muscular lap, her warm, covered firm ripe buns could feel the throbbing nature of his manhood. She wondered briefly about his raging hard-on as it was poking upwards demanding attention; but then she stopped wondering about what had brought it on, instead she welcomed the feeling of his tool as it was pressing up against his closed zippered pants, mashing against her tushie. It had been a long while since she had been on her knees in front of him, servicing his footlong extra thick cock, and although she did not fault Mockie for giving their man the blow-jobs that he richly deserved, she did admit to herself, that she had missed out on pleasuring him with her talented mouth and delicate hands. Quickly glancing over to see how her little sis was doing in the hospital bed, Harley then slipped out of Puddin's lap, dropped to her spandex exercise cropped covered knees, silently spread open Puddin's legs, then crawled between them, till she was face to face with his covered crotch. The fabric of his pants was stretched about his raging cock; but she quickly with deft practice handled the matter and exposed her boss' manhood. Harley wasted no time, she began tickling his meaty sweaty balls, while she inhaled his musky aroma of his footlong alpha tool. Harley then began to plant tiny kisses on Joker's mushroom head, then just as she had taught her little sister, she began to glide her tongue up and down that pulsing, jumping breeding tool. After planting kisses and many long tickling licks of his manhood with her tongue, Harley sucked in the first two inches of his cock into her mouth. There she held steady for several minutes, running her tongue all around that throbbing cock head while pumping his shaft with both slender delicate hands and allowed her nails to lightly scratch the sensitive skin of his shaft. Finally the time was ripe and Harley began bouncing her mouth up and down on his cock, still letting her hands pump the shaft, while taking more and more of his footlong dick into her mouth through her pursed lips. She kept up her ministrations of Puddin's manhood for a good period of time, and every once in a while she would pull her mouth off his cock and suckle on his balls. 15 or twenty minutes later she got her reward as he exploded into her mouth, flooding her mouth with his salty thick seed. Just as she had taught Mockie, Harley kept that nectar in her mouth, then opened wide so that Puddin could take in the evidence of her pleasuring his manhood. She then swallowed all his load, feeling maybe a little bit guilty that she was not sharing this gift of Puddin's with her little sister. Finally she cleaned his cock and balls with her pierced tongue, then slipped his slowly fading hard on dick, back into his pants, secured his pants, then rose to her feet and kissed Puddin on his left cheek. All of this was done with not a word spoken between Joker and his number one girl and after Harley had provided him the wonderous blow-job, Joker rose himself and allowed that Harley would take over caring for her little sis. She nodded in acknowledgement and then padded over to the hospital bed where Mockie lay, to once more monitor Mockie's treatment and provide care to her. She was beginning to examine Mockie, when she took note of a milky substance on the nips of her little sis. Using just the tips of her index finger and thumb of each hand, she gently glided them about the slightly sticky substance, brought her fingers to her lips, tasted it and noted the substance was titty milk. "Ohhh my Mockie," she softly said, "your a milking bitch." she let the titty milk rest on her tongue, taking in the sweet scented rich flavor of her sister's titty cream. "Yeahhhhhhh girl, sweet titty cream, you dooooo produce." Harley, then took care in providing her little sis with another bed bath. She used the same technique as previously and she noted various subtle changes in her sis, other than the most obvious that she truly was going to enjoy. She took in the softened facial features that no longer presented with any hint of manly features. She noted how Mockie's d?collet? line was short and full, which allowed for an increase depth of her bustline and her tits had increased in at least one size, her shoulders were somewhat more rounded and softer in nature and her shoulders appeared slightly more sloping; but still maintaining a little hint of breadth, with rounder edges where the sockets were that allowed the ball joints of her upper arms to connect. Harley soothingly whispered into her little sis' ear. "Baby girl, you are definitely going to he a head turner.....LOL, helllllllll a whole body turner, men will be stumbling to get second, third and even fourth looks at you and your rack of fine tits and that impish totally hot, wickedly vibrant female body of yours ." Harley laughed with bright glee pouring about her own wildly sexy face and body. Harley continued to provide her sister with a sponge bath. It took her about thirty minutes as she continued to take note of a number of soft tissue and bone structure changes that had occurred in the past day and a half. Mockie's hips were now decidedly female, her fingers and toes had reshaped, losing the bone mass that is typical of the males of the species, becoming increasingly feminine in structure. Longer, more slender bone structure of her fingers, her ankles, tarsals and metatarsals had lost the heavy features and were now shorter in length and the width of the bones had decreased. The soft tissues were also changing, as they formed around the reshaped bone structure where needed and the extra fatty and skin layers appeared to be drying up and flaking off. Harley completed the bed bath on her sister, then changed out the bag of normal saline as she had noted that it was close to running out. The remainder of the day was more or less a repeat of the previous day, where Harley took short naps, then applied cool clothes to her sister's forehead, arm pits, belly, her groin area and her calves. She looked at the automatic vital sign recordings and when she thought her sis needed it she gave her a small dose of a pain killer. She took not of the delirious state that her sister fell into and would comfort her accordingly. Harley also changed out the IV fluid once more during the late night, before finally dropping down on to their king bed, once more missing Mockie nestled up against her in a spooning position. She missed feeling her little sis' plump toned tushie pressing up against her pubic mound and her kitty feeling the warmth from her sister's heated buns. In the morning, Harley was again ushered out of their bedchambers as soon as Puddin and the lady doc arrived. The third fourth and fifth days of treatment that her sister was undergoing was basically a repeat, where Mockie would receive an injection through her IV and Harley was able to see further changes that happened to Mockie's body. The fourth day when she returned from her stroll around the lair, she noted that the boi-clit was no longer attached to her sister's body. It hung all by its lonesome halfway down the long tubing of the Foley catheter and appeared wrinkled and dried up. She took note that when she looked at her sister's groin area, Mockie was now starting to present with the fat slick outer lips of a honest to goodness pussy. Gently she slid her fingers around her little sister's outer lips, spreading them slightly open to note that Mockie's urethra still contained the catheter tubing and was pleased to see that it was in her urethra and also noted that her sis was also sporting the beginning stages of her vagina. Slowly she allowed the outer folds of her sister's pussy to close back down and gently ran her hands up till, yes she could barely feel it, the pubic symphysis. Once more slowly running her hands down from her sister's pubic symphysis, she could just about feel where the beginnings of a clit was forming. She could feel the warmth that was about her sister's mound and knew that Mockie was going to always be feeling that heat once she was complete. Harley went over to a tray and searched about the instruments there till she located the scalpel. Quickly she plucked the scalpel up returned to where Mockie remained in the hospital bed, located and sliced through that dead boi-clit, no longer attached to her sister. She wrapped it up in a couple of used clothes and tossed that useless appendage into the trash can. Harley took note for the last time that deliriums racked the body of the two psyches Robin and Mockie, their thought patterns were wildly incoherent. Harley noted that Mockie was babbling while thrashing about in pain and anguish, wrought by the serum flowing through her veins. She applied cool clothes to her little sister's forehead, while gently holding her sister's slender, left hand. Several more times during the course of treatment the personas of Mockie and Robin engaged in a dueling match and each time Robin would falter quicker and quicker, always running back to the cell that Mockie had erected to cage him in. The fifth and final day of the treatment was different though, as when that day arrived, all the physical changes were complete. Mockie's body was completely female on the morning of the fifth day and now the final modifications were not to her body; but to her connection with Harley. When both girls received their final dose of the transformative serum, a link between them began to be built. The physical torments that Mockie had endured during the first four days of treatment were no longer evident. She was resting comfortably and her mind was clear. Within two hours of receiving the final dose of serum, Mockie was thinking about ways to keep Robin at bay forever; but her thoughts were interrupted by someone else. The new thoughts that she was hearing was telling her, that when directed to, she would allow Robin's psyche out of his cage; but that she would ensnare him in a collar so that if he acted foolish or sought harm to Mockie, then Mockie could yank on the leash and bring him to heal, or rather that she could bring her to heal, for Robin could no longer deny that he was now a total female, or rather his body was totally female with all the urges, needs, and of course the monthly curse that females have. Mockie, sought to make sense of these new thoughts and who was passing them on, when she heard in her head, "Silly girl, it is me, YOUR BIG SISTER, HARLEY!" An ohhhhhhhhhhh formed on Mockie's lips and Harley's thoughts once more flooded her being. "I don't know why; but we are linked together now and well I do kinda like this connection." Mockie blushed deeply. Then her big sis directed her to rest the remainder of the day. - Mockingbird awakens - A New Day Dawns Mockie began to wake up after the tumultuous past five days, where her body had been racked with pains, excessive sweating, hallucinations, incoherent babblings, and a constant thirst. Weakly she opened her eyes with her vision after first being blurry, slowly regaining focus till she was able to once more see clearly. "Owwwwww.....helllll," she mumbled to no one in particular, as she still felt like a used up rag doll. Out of the corner of her left twitching eyes, she caught sight of her big sis Harley, gazing at her intently. "Well, sis," Harley began gently, "it's about time you came back around to the living." She took a cool, damp clothe and gently bathed her little sis' face. "Ummmmmm, ummmmm, ummmm," Mockie began falteringly, "what's, what's, what's happening? she asked in a soft tone, her memory foggy. "How long, how long, have I been out" she begged her big sis for the answer "Silly girl," Harley began, "you have been out for a little more than five days." Soothingly she continued. "As to what has been happening, well, let's just say you have a new beginning." She murmured, softly. "Sis, you have a lot to learn starting today," she paused for effect, then continued, "your body, has under gone massive changes and you are NOW completely female, inside and out sis." she finished with light laughter. "Ummmmmmmmmmmm, completely female, sis, I don't understand," Mockie spoke hesitantly, "what do you mean sis?" she asked quizzically. "Well baby girl," Harley stated firmly, "suffice it to say, that your internal plumbing is exactly like mine!" she spoke emphatically. "Your body has under gone a complete metamorphous," again she paused as she took in the shocked expression of her little sister, "you have ovaries, all your eggs, which are stored in the upper corner of your uterus, a sweet vulva, fallopian tubes, and your vulva contains your labia majora, mons pubis, labia minora, your hooded clit, and glands within your sweet outer pussy that will help lubricate your pretty flower, and like WOW, that is such a phat, lush, extremely sensitive pussy you have." Harley stopped for a few seconds to let it all sink in, then continued. "Your tits are now all yours, they are your boobs, your mammaries, your breasts and baby girl you sure do carry a good pair of knockers." she finished with a flourish of excitement. "OMG, OMG. OMG," Mockie uttered through her shocked pursed lips, "It's true, really true, Harley......" she pondered in a questioning tone. Laughing, Harley stated matter of factly, "You betacha, sis, you are a complete bitch, just like me now!" In the next chapter at a minimal we may see....the more reviews I get, the more that will go into the next chapter and I again thank all of you readers who have submitted your reviews. I found them a delight and hopefully used some of the ideas that were given to me. o Joker away for several days o Harley and Mockie engage in lesbian sex ? First true menstrual cycle of Mockie arrives, she learns to understand this curse that girls must endure ? Harley begins to affectionately call Mockie "baby girl" as she teases the girl with a vibrating wand ? Harley teaches Mockie how to please Puddin - Joker returns to the lair, begins to train Mockie how to be a pleasure girl for him o Cowgirl position o Missionary position o Bitch position - Mockie encounters the fuzz - Girls night out with Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Trickster - Bats and Batgirl meets the family o Gotham City Bank heist, Bats arrives to foil the heist; but he has lost a good bit of his mojo, since the disappearance of Robin o Batgirl arrives on the scene to help Bats I am open to suggestions and ideas on this next chapter in the storyline.....I greatly appreciate all the reviews and look forward to taking note of them as you the reader pursue the evolving life of our newest criminal mischief maker in the city of Gotham