Multiverse Tournament - Round 3 Battle 4 - Three-Way Batgirl VS Harley Quinn VS Ahsoka Tano (Gruesome, Slave Collars, Dismemberment)

Barbara Gordon (Futa) 🖤

Status: Electrical Injuries, especially on her cock. Mild biotic injuries.

Equipment: Leia's Blaster, Audrey's Vibranium Cockring, Her standard utility belt

Kills: Leia Organa, Samara

Harley Quinn (Futa) ❤️

Status: Head Trauma, Minor Stab Wounds. Glass injuries on her back, with the glass still embedded.

Equipment: Bane Venom, Valkyrie Armor and Sword, Demon Blade (From the show Lucifer), Captain America Shield. Her mallet and bat.

Kills: Hera Syndulla, Fennec Shand

Ahsoka Tano (Futa) 🧡

Status: Minor Hearing Damage on her Lekku, Sith

Equipment: Her Standard lightsabers, A Pokeball holding Blaziken (That I will forget about), Phasma's Cape with extendable spears, Slave Collar (Deactivated but Hackable).

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Linda sunk into the cushions on the couch, grasping eagerly at the maknae that was climbing all over her. Zoey’s lips latched onto hers, moaning senselessly into her warm maw, sharing breath while the turtle loving hunter caressed the spartan’s chiseled frame. Her hands trailed Linda’s scars, pressing into them to elicit strong sounds from the redhead soldier. The sniper has been quite surprised with the tiny girl for a while, but this was something that caught her off guard completely.

Linda did her best to reciprocate, though it was difficult. Her ceramic bones were easy to lose sight of, and she didn’t want to accidentally break Zoey’s back if she squeezed too hard. So, she was as gentle as she could be, allowing herself to submit to the lyricist as they battled with their tongues, twisting around on the sofa. She made sure that she was always on the bottom, for fear of crushing the ravenette.

While they explored each other further, molding themselves to the couch, Revna stood at the intercom, with Audrey right behind her, groping her tits. The succubus child pressed the button, and smiled as if nothing was happening at all, “Welcome back to the arena!” She cheered to the crowd. The area below her was a massive ring, a set of three ropes connecting around the perimeter of the platform. Large stone disks rested flush to the ground on either side of the ring, and water flowed beneath the platform and around it, acting as a second boundary not to cross. “Today we are doing some new~” Revna started once she observed the arena well enough, “Three sluts will be battling it out for our pleasure instead of just one this time! Only one will leave. Just who will that be~”

Probably not me, Barbara thought as she watched her gate open, and she started to marched out into the arena. Clad in her batsuit, the tech savvy vigilante wasn’t too hopeful about her chances in this fight. It made her more frustrated than scared. She didn’t underestimate her abilities. She’s battled dozen of rogues on a nightly basis. She was still absurdly skilled in hand-to-hand, and her gadgets on her belt were just as good for suppressing violence as they were to snuff a quick bitch out. All in all, she could have a good fight normally.

This issue she came across, she found when the next opponent came wobbling out of her gate, landing on the platform with numerous clashes of metal sounding out. Harley was always a wild card during patrols, even when the clown was a complicated anti-hero. Seeing her here already made Barbara weary. Seeing her dressed in specialize white and gold armor, wielding a sword, shield, and a dagger on her waist, only made her doubt her chances more. Harley’s pilferings from previous fights far exceeded what Barbara was able to muster, with really the only keepsake she got being the blaster from Leia, which she didn’t exactly know how many bolts were in it.

“Oh,” Harley beamed, her eyes finding Barbara across the ring. She waved with enthusiasm towards the bat, “Fancy seein’ anotha gothamite here! Thought we bitches were goin’ extinct around here!” She cackled, her red lips curled up in a wild smile.

“Nope,” Barbara shrugs, trying to move rather carefully, the stings of her previous injuries still very much aching. And the cock ring on her rod wasn’t doing her any favors. While she hacked it enough to make sure it wouldn’t cook her member like it did Samara, she had to admit the way it vibrated was alluring. She faced Harley headstrong, hoping her wall of strength would conceal her very obvious weaknesses compared to the clown, “Some of us got some fight left in us,” she then glanced to the water, “Planning on drowning me next?”

“Ha! So you did watch my fights!” Harley laughed, shaking her head, “Nah, your too cute fer that. I might just keep ya though. I always liked you and that red hair of yours, Bat Tits.”

“You just looove redheads that much, don’t you,” Barbara smirked, “Ivy would be furious if she weren’t dead.”

“Naaah~ We got ourselves a very open relationship. I bet she’d try ta get ya in bed same as little ol’ me!” Harley smiles proudly, just as the third and final gate is opened.

The darkness of the entrance seemed to follow the woman that was entering, stepping to the ground of the arena with a strong step. Ahsoka’s presence made Barbara shiver as she moved forward with a confident stride. Her appearance had altered since her previous fight, with scarred Mandalorian armor covering her chest and shoulders, the beskar dull yet present. Barbara noticed the owl mark on the right pauldron, while the togruta’s left arm was shrouded by the cape that covered it.

She stopped right at her mark, but Barbara was expecting her to just bypass the point to move into the middle, ready to snuff both of the gothamites out of existence. Ahsoka gave a sly smile, her yellow-red eyes piercing their defenses, “Hey girls,” she ignited a single lightsaber, no beam yet coming out of her cape as she just used her right hilt. It’s red energy reflected against her armor, somehow emphasizing her dark presence, “I look forward to hearing your screams~”

Her interruption caused both of the other combatants to share a glance. Reality was sinking in readily, realizing they may not have this match as easily as they wanted. It may not go the way they wanted. Regardless, they couldn’t back down now, and so as Ahsoka seemed to set things in motion, Barbara took out her blaster, while Harley aimed her blade towards the ex-jedi. They prepared themselves, hoping they may survive this as the announcers began the round with the sound of a bell. “Rip and tear, darlings~!” Revna declared as the match began.

Harley was quick to the punch with the start of the round, sprinting right at the togruta with reckless abandon. The clown’s sword glimmered as she swiped at Ahsoka, giggling at the anticipation. She expected to hear the wonderful sound of flesh splitting apart, and to watch Ahsoka’s head tumble to the ground. However, her cackling stopping once the woman effortlessly evaded the strike.

“Huh?” Confused, she swung again, and just like before, the togruta didn’t even flinch, flowing away from Harley’s attack like it was a rhythmic dance. She even coaxed the clown into another strike with a smug grin she flashed, making Harley put more effort into catching the agile warrior.

“Stay!” She swung repeatedly, only slicing through the air and never flesh, “Still! Ya fucking tangerine!”

“I’d rather not,” Ahsoka shrugged casually, not fearful of any part of the crazed woman’s attacks. Barbara looked from afar at the exchange, watching the sith as she shifted her feet right before every lunge Harley made, already sensing when to get out of the way before any danger was present. She even made sure her cape wasn’t in the line of fire, the dark cloth flowing around her as she did circles around her assailant. And the entire time, she hadn’t even raised her own ignited lightsaber to defend herself.

Deciding that standing by wouldn’t cut it to end this storm, Barbara put her legs into motion. She ignored the pain in her back, lunging towards the battle with all her might. She pulled her blaster out, aiming it at Ahsoka, who seemed to have her focus completely on Harley. The vigilante assumed that she wouldn’t expect the bolt, and pulled the trigger once she had a good shot opened to her. She fired when the Togruta’s back was facing her, and as the red bolt zipped through the air, Barbara chased after it, ready to join the battle.

However, just before it could hit the force wielder, Ahsoka turned swiftly to the side, and her red blade came to connect to the bolt. She redirected the shot perfectly, the searing shot going right back to Barbara, burning through her stomach and causing her to stagger. She wailed at the inflamed area, immediately dropping her weapon to press on the wound, which was starting to flow with blood.

When she paused her charge, Ahsoka used the stun to her advantage. Leaning into the stone disks in the ground, she lifted them out of their resting places, still dodging Harley’s embarrassing strikes while holding her concentration on the heavy plates. Barbara looked up at just the right time to see those ceramic disks fly towards her on the sith’s order. She did her best to evade them, but with her agility reduced from the hole in her gut, it was only a matter of time before one of the plates collided, throwing her across the arena.

“Babs!” Harley called out, watching the caped heroine fly.

She tumbled and rolled right into the ropes at the edge of the platform, the plates dropping into the water below and causing incredible splashes. By some luck, she managed to get tangled up in the elastic cords, keeping her from falling right off the side as well. She writhed around, one of the ropes sliding against her bruised side and fresh wound, attempting her best to get out. But try as she might, it was no luck, and for now, she could only squirm as she looked on, watching Ahsoka and Harley battle out.

Once she was out of the picture, it appeared Ahsoka was ready to exert some effort. Harley was certainly not prepared for that revelation, still swiping her blade with no luck. Finally, the togruta halted, and in a stroke of luck, Harley had made contact. The feeling of her sword hitting something filled her with a very brief sense of joy. A sense that was thoroughly destroyed when it was followed with a metallic clang and her sword bouncing right off the beskar armor, dealing little more than a chip to the worn paint.

The ricochet makes Harley take a step back, shaking her head in disbelief, “Ya kiddin’ me now?”. She went for another strike regardless, but this time, Ahsoka wasn’t going to be defenseless for it. She raised her saber right when Harley took a slash at her neck, and the sapphiric steel of the Valkyrie’s dragonfang was no match for the super heated plasma. The blade was sheared off, leaving only an inch left on the hilt. Ahsoka caught the severed end through the force, the blade levitating beside her, never following through on the cut that the clown intended.

“Oh shit.”

Ahsoka looked at the shimmering edge as it spun around on her command, turning towards the user. She locked eyes with the clown, and hummed, “My turn,” before throwing her hand forward, the sword’s blade following her command. Harley wasn’t quick enough, and so Ahsoka’s aim was perfect, sinking the steel straight through the pasty pale girl’s chest plate. The sword sheathed inside Harley’s right breast before peaking out the other side, bringing with it a spew of red and a pained yelp. Her lung impaled, Harley stumbled backwards with the force hitting her, nearly falling if it weren’t for Ahsoka’s will.

The force wielder held her suspended in the air, just a mere foot off the ground. Blood trailed down the edges of the blade that she embedded in the clown, dripping to the arena floor. Harley lingers there as the sith approached, her saber moving to hover above Harley’s throat. Reeling in pain, the clown gives a strained chuckle at that, smiling wide as blood came out of her mouth in a ragged cough, “Ya got me, girlie~” Her grinned didn’t falter, even as Ahsoka came closer.

“I do,” Ahsoka confirmed, eyeing her up like a perfect prize. As she admired her features, Harley slowly lowered one of her hands down to her waist. She felt around for the curved dagger of the demon blade, waiting for the togruta to get just a little closer. She figured it would at least give the bat a fighting chance at least, given Harley wasn’t confident a wound like hers was something she could walk away from.

“Well, any jester always has an ace up ‘er sleeve!” She cried, slipping the dagger out of it’s place and bringing it up, her aim heading for Ahsoka’s throat once more. However, just like before, Ahsoka was prepared for the attack. She released her force hold on Harley, making her swipe just out of reach of her neck. But Ahsoka wasn’t satisfied from that, and sliced through the clown’s wrist, making her scream as the blade and her hand went flying as she fell.

Harley collapsed on the ground, the blade in her back shifting painfully through her chest. Her limbs were spread out, and just for good measure, Ahsoka made quick work of them as well. She seared through her enemy’s legs, cleaving them off at her knees, and then decided to take the entirety of Harley’s remaining arm, cutting through her shoulder joint with ease. Her plasma blade left them as smoldering stumps, and it amused her how Harley tested each of them, lifting her right arm up to see the burnt end of her wrist, and how she wiggled her thighs, confused at the lack of anything else on her.

“Oooh~” She squirmed, her teeth stained with her own blood, “Th-that’s different. Mmmm why do I kinda like this~”

With her defenseless, Ahsoka turned her hilt off, moving her cloak aside for a second to clip it to her belt before kneeling down before the clown. As she did, something on her neck caught Barbara’s attention. Light bounced off a shiny metal collar that the Togruta wore, and even from her awkward angle, the Batgirl could see the latch that secured it to Ahsoka’s throat. Her mind recalled the sith’s last fight, remembering the battle between her and her lover from another universe. Specifically the modifier that they were given, including the slave collars that Ahsoka still seemed to bear much like Barbara’s vibranium cock ring. The device had no lights on, so it wasn’t active, but if Barbara knew how to do anything, it was to mess with tech. So while Ahsoka had her fun with Harley, she worked up a plan.

While Barbara began accessing her mobile batcomputer module, Ahsoka took her time pulling Harley out of her armor, the clown giving a pitiful defense with her remaining partially intact arm. Once Harley was in her natural beauty, Ahsoka trailed her fingers down her hips. She relished the pale skin, rubbing her fingers against any scars and leftover wounds from the clown’s previous battles, before spreading her thighs out.

“Hah- Fuck…” Harley groaned, each touch from the Togruta making her buck her hips.

“Have something to say, jester?” Ahsoka grinned, patting the top of Harley’s mound with her cock, “It’s about all you can do now.”

Harley gave her a challenging look, but it faltered quickly, especially as she looked at the dominant dark jedi, prepared to fuck her with her poisonous cum. She relented, moaning aloud as she gives in, “J-just fuck me already, bitch. I ain’t got all day ya see.”

Ahsoka kept her smug smirk alive hearing the surrender in her prey’s voice. She stopped teasing, but instead of going for Harley’s plump pussy, she sunk further, and pressed up against her ass, “Just what I wanted to hear. Very well, clown slut.” She hummed, before jerking her hips forward and breaking through her prey’s puckering hole. The nearly quadamputee groaned loudly at the intrusion, her rosy cheeks flushed with arousal as she tilted her head back.

“Mmm fucck!” Harley huffed, every inch of Ahsoka’s thick member pushing into her body, stretching her tight hole and claiming every part. She hardly had time to relish the length before it was punching into her guts. The dark jedi’s hips met hers with a gentle smack of flesh, her orange hands grabbing her nugget of a body by the waist, pulling her deeper into her. The clown wailed, quivering before the sith in pure disbelief, “Oh~ I-it ain’t Wonder Tits… But- ah~ It might be a good final filling~”

Ahsoka didn’t respond verbally to her fuck toy talked, however, as she began to rock her hips, she did move her left hand down to Harley’s member. Her touch interrupted the clown’s moans with a tight gasp, before she relaxed again into pleasure as the togruta stroke her off. Her orange did pumped it’s way into the psychotic girl’s hole while Ahsoka rolled the pale flesh of the nugget’s cockhead with a sly grin. 

After a few testing thrusts, Ahsoka went all out on her assault. Harley wasn’t prepared for the storm of the togruta she was facing. The busty force wielder brutal pace came out of no where, quickly taking the breath out of the clown’s lips while her hand seemed to go to subsonic speeds moving up and down her cock. She was so overwhelmed, that for once, the clown was speechless through most of the attack. Between the agony of her missing limbs and the wonderful sensation of her ass being ripped apart and her cock getting squeezed like a stress ball, she was losing herself to the situation rapidly. And Ahsoka was determined to push her over the edge.

The togruta was relentless, proud to have shut the clown up as she worked herself to her orgasm that would snuff her out for good. Her lekku waved about as she hammered into Harley, her tight hole pressing down on her orange dick for all it was worth. She was starting to growl through her fangs, sensing when her fuck nugget of an adversary was getting closer to release. At the same time, her rod was pulsing, with only some much more it could take before shooting her lethal cum.

All of a sudden, she felt an incoming danger to her right. Not slowing her rhythm, she raised her saber towards the threat. Batgirl was racing for her, a fierce look in her eye. Ahsoka wasn’t ready for her turn yet, so she did her best to stall her. But Barbara wasn’t giving in. When Ahsoka tried to push her back with the force, the vigilante shot her grapple hook to the floor, circling the point to counter the invisible threat. She tried to throw more of those disks, but despite her injuries, Barbara was giving it her all to avoid the heavy ceramic plates, sliding under some and reaching the Togruta herself.

“I’m gonna make you call me mommy!” Barbara yelled, surging forward.

She first dived for the dark jedi’s saber hilt, surprising Ahsoka with the bold move. “Good luck with that,” chuckling at her retort, she wrenched her arm away from the girl with a strange amount of ease, preparing to swing it down on the woman. Instead of backing away, Barbara crashed into her, her hands wrapping around Ahsoka’s neck. The offending touch was met with a swing of her red blade, shearing off the bat’s left arm just as much as Harley’s. Barbara screamed, her other hand recoiling to grasp the smoking stump. The togruta smirked at the reaction, humming, “Now you both can qualify as Skywalkers,” she chirped, before swinging again at Barbara.

Her second swing struck through one of Batgirl’s eyes, scorching the organ and blinding her in her right eye completely. She screamed before Ahsoka managed to finally throw her aside with a quick movement of her fingers, discarding the wounded bat in her failed attack. When Ahsoka saw her crumble to the ground, she turned her focus right back to Harley, and with the added adrenaline, she bruised the woman’s rear at blistering speeds, nearly ripping the girl’s dick off before she was finally spewing her load. 

First the clown came with an astounding shout, arching her back as her seed splattered across the jedi’s armored chest. It sputtered in Ahsoka’s tight grasp while the clown cried out in endless expletives, her heart hammering in her chest as her holes tightened just right. The constricting nature of her climax sent Ahsoka over into hers. The togruta gave a roar before slamming herself one more time deep into Harley’s ass, spearing her rectum before unleashing her torrent of cum.

Ahsoka’s spunk was heating Harley up quick, with each rope stoking the flames. For the briefest of moments, it was beyond anything the clown had ever felt. Every sense was turned up to eleven, and her pussy clenched like she never threw away her v-card. The suspenseful relief was filling her the entire time, but at the same time, a dreading ache in her chest was blooming. Her vision was going blurry as her heart beat to a dangerous pace, and her lungs were struggling to take in air. She was short of breath, squirming and thrashing beneath the sith was the togruta toxin was draining her of life without mercy.

She tried to squint at the dark jedi above her, tracking the black and orange figure that was steadily killing her. Foam was creeping out through the sides of her mouth when she saw the glowing red beam rise up above the figure. At the same time, before her fate was decided, something caught her eye. She raised a brow, asking as the foam bubbled in her lips, “H-hey… why’s yer neck blinkin’?”

She didn’t get a response, the jedi too far into her orgasm to hear her. But rather than just let the poison take hold, she was ready to give Harley the final push herself. So aiming true, she sent her blade down. She struck true, cleaving the clown’s head right off her shoulders. There was a scorch mark on the floor left behind as Harley felt herself rolling away. Her eyes bounced around in their sockets as she drew further from her spasming corpse, coming to rest on her side. Her face was one of pure ecstasy, and was frozen forever as Ahsoka rutted into her headless body.

Ahsoka humped vigorously for several minutes as her cum swelled inside the mutilated doll. Her ravenous side relished every moment. By the time she was finished, she was panting from the over exertion. The clown had proved to be an excellent sleeve, and the jedi was more than ready to bring her back to her cage to play with even more. However, she was not done just yet.

She turned her gaze onto Batgirl, the vigilante still writhing on the floor from her lost limb. Pulling her member out of her latest victim, Ahsoka stood tall with it as erect as ever to stalk her next. She harnessed the force, making all of the stone disks around rise above her head, spinning idly as she approached, “So,” she hummed, content to give a final taunt before sending Barbara off to join her fellow gothamites, “What was that you wanted me to do? Call you mommy~? Is that right, bitch?”

The sith readied her attack, but when she looked at Batgirl, she raised a brow at the girl’s sudden smirk. She looked up at Ahsoka, appearing like she did something that the force user didn’t know about, “Yeah,” she huffed with blood coming out of her mouth, “Sounds about right,” She then gave a conscious look down. Ahsoka followed her gaze, confused until she saw the rapidly blinking light of her collar. When did it reactivate?! She had no time to question it before the collar just gave a solid green, and the yellow in Ahsoka’s eyes vanished, while the stones around them clattered to the ground and broke.

“You little-” She tried the hiss out, before the effects of the slave collar took hold. At that moment, her legs wobbled, before falling to her knees in front of Barbara, moaning, “Mommy~”

As she fell, Barbara laughed, then did her best to pick herself right up, “Yeah, that’s right,” she cooed, ignoring her burning stump for the moment to reach for the subdued woman’s lekku. She gave them a feel, watching as Ahsoka sighed whimsically from her gentle strokes. Then, when her new servant was leaning into her touch, she gripped it firmly, squeezing on the sensitive lobe. Ahsoka whined as it bruised, but she didn’t complain one bit. Satisfied with the test, Barbara shoved her hips against the woman’s face, rubbing her bulging bat panties over her nose, “Now give your mommy a good suck.”

Obediently, Ahsoka leaned into the bulge, before humming with her thoughtless voice, “Yes, mommy~” She looked up at the red head vigilante, before slipping her fangs on the inside of the girl’s underwear, pulling them down with just the ends of her pointy teeth. When they were at Barbara’s knees, Ahsoka lifted herself up again, and grasped the impressive member her enemy mommy sported. It wasn’t as long as hers, certainly, but the girth more than made up for it, taking the experienced woman a little work to get one hand all the way around her shaft.

“Good girl,” Barbara bit her lip, humming at the work that the togruta was doing. She rested her remaining arm on the woman’s head as her hot breath brushed against her sensitive tip. The red head sighed loudly as Ahsoka’s lips slipped her head inside, entering the orange alien’s maw with grace. The ex-jedi looked up at the sight, pleased at her mommy’s response, and worked to take it further. Complying with her order, Ahsoka began to suck, filling her mouth with Barbara’s wonderful cock and tilting her head around.

Batgirl didn’t have to do much during Ahsoka’s time on her dick. The eager slut was ready for any fucking that Barbara desired. So, she just relaxed while the togruta bobbed her head up and down the human’s vigilante’s member, bulging out her throat as she took it with grace. It was as if the sith power was just a facade now, and Ahsoka just needed the right angle to relapse into her instinctive whorish ways. Barbara wondered if this was just an Ahsoka thing, or if this was just a principle of her species. Either way, she couldn’t get enough of the wonderful throat, gently bucking her hips as her new slave serviced her.

After a few a minute or two of the wonderful job that Ahsoka was doing, Barbara had to sit down. Her trembling legs begged her, and she decided to listen, moving back down on the ground. The togruta followed, unfazed by the change of position as she sat between her mommy’s legs, worshipping her cock for all it was worth. While she worked, Barbara unclipped the cape from the ex-jedi’s neck, tossing it aside before moving down to the latches for the woman’s chestplate. Her breasts poured out once her beskar armor was removed, her shoulder paldrons next to go, along with her normal sith garments. She was just in her bottomwear now, and Batgirl couldn’t exactly reach it.

“Alright,” she said to her slave, “That’s enough,” she commanded, Ahsoka promptly lifting herself up from Barbara’s shaft. Her open mouth was filled with precum, and she never looked more proud of herself. Once she complied, the tech expert relayed her next orders, “Take the rest of your clothes off, slut. Then you get to ride me.”

“Yes, mommy!” Ahsoka cheered happily, standing up above her for just a moment as she undid her boots, kicking them away before sliding her pants down. Her cock was pulsing with arousal, but she paid it no mind as she turned around, showing off her fat ass to her mommy, shaking it a little to Barbara’s enjoyment. The redhead bit her lip as that beautiful orange rear came down on her cock, sliding perfectly into her moist cunt. They both let out a moan, Barbara laying her head on the ground as her rod was sweating from the warm hole.

“Keep going~” She ordered, and Ahsoka was quick to deliver. She started slow, her ass clapping against Barbara’s stomach as she sank herself downward. Just like with the wonderful deepthroat, Ahsoka’s experience was easily displayed as the togruta bounced. Her sweet voice rang out through the arena as she rode her mommy’s cock, her length sinking deep into her hole, and even tickling the entrance to her womb. It made Ahsoka rather giddy, wanting nothing more than to feel Barbara’s head impale her baby maker.

Barbara let her toy go at it for a while, slamming down on her hips with increasing speed. It was getting her going quite well, her shaft throbbing in the orange slit. She looked around the arena, and spotted her blaster, an idea forming in her head. Reaching up with her remaining hand, she smacked Ahsoka’s ass to get her attention, “Use those fancy powers of yours and grab that gun over there,” she ordered, keeping the force user rocking on top of her as she responded with her same obedient affirmation. She stretched her hand out, and the blaster flew into her hand. Barbara smirked, rewarding the girl with another slap, “Good girl. Now, when you feel yourself start to cum, I want you to blow your fucking brains out. You think you can do that?” she hummed, knowing the answer.

To emphasize it, Ahsoka turned the barrel inward already, pressing it against the side of her head, right under her lekku. As she bounced, she moaned, “Yes, mommy~” and continued her rhythm. Her pace quickened, leaving Barbara to simply enjoy the enthusiasm of her snuff slut, content to let the doomed girl have all the fun.

The smacking of flesh against flesh rang out through the arena, with Barbara’s pants getting heavier as she tried to hold her climax back. But the togruta cunt she was sheathed inside was just too irresistible. Her balls were clenching before she knew it, with her arching her back as she smashed against one of Ahsoka’s sensitive spots, her cock rubbed just the right way to blast right through Batgirl’s endurance. Her cheeks were flushed when she came, her vision going white before she threw ropes of seed into her slave’s squelching pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Barbara cried out, writhing beneath Ahsoka while blasting her womb with all she had. Her balls clenched and she curled her toes, the sensations only amplified by the aphrodisiac that was the force user’s arousal. She dumped it all, and Ahsoka happily accepted every drop.

In the midst of her climax, Barbara had nearly begun riding out the after shocks, when a loud whine sounded above. All of a sudden, her cock was in a vice grip, Ahsoka’s hole practically sealing her in as it throbbed violently. Ahsoka fell on top of her, and Barbara didn’t even hear the metal clang of the blaster falling to the side as the torguta’s body flailed about, twisting and spasming, pressing her into the floor with it’s wild actions. The best Barbara could see as her orgasm surged back for a second round was the scorched mark in the side of the alien’s lekku.

Despite blowing her brains out as ordered, Ahsoka’s corpse was far from dead. Her futa cum fired about like a fountain from her cock, while she rubbed her back into Barbara’s tits, draining the redhead of all she was worth. It was incredible and dangerously exhausting. The girl beneath the active body drooled from the pleasure, but her heart was racing out of control. Eventually, her mind had to steer her away from a demise she surely would’ve taken had a tournament not been going on.

She did her best to pull away from the alien, flipping them over to get herself on top. The only issue was her meat lodged inside Ahsoka’s tight entrance. She had to pull it open with her fingers just to slide her shaft out. She almost thought she’d have to cut the damn thing off when her tip sprung out, making her land on her ass.

Barbara took a minute to appreciate the fact she was still breathing, then looked around the area. Harley’s torso was still leaking Ahsoka’s cream, her limbs scattered along with her head, which was on it’s side, one of the pigtails loose. Barbara’s arm wasn’t too far away either, with the limb still wearing her bracer, the sacrifice she made for the fight. Though, the tech expert didn’t think it was the end. Perhaps she could come up with some use for it. Looking away from it, her eyes went to the corpse in front of her, which was now eagerly humping the ground, spewing her balls all over the floor. The tip of her cock ended up finding the center of one of the ceramic disks, and was trying to fuck it like a cunt. It brought a smile to Barbara’s face, seeing such a strong opponent reduced to something like that.

Seeing as her job was complete, she slowly picked herself up, then moved to retrieve her rewards. After only getting a blaster for the past two fights, she wasn’t leaving without proper armaments, especially considering who she was up against next. Luckily between her cape and Ahsoka’s she had plenty of ways to carry her loot without two working arms. She bundled up the beskar armor, some of the Valkyrie gear, and Ahsoka’s sabers into the First Order cloak, while holstering her blaster and stuffing her limb, Harley’s head, and her body parts aside from her fuck nugget torso into the other makeshift sack.

Her gear stored, she turned to the audience, who she had yet to address this entire time. The crowd was similarly shocked at her performance, yet then again, she seemed to have that effect on her. The gothamite took a bow, before moving towards her exit once it revealed itself. Up above, as she departed from the arena, Linda was being undone by Zoey’s ravenous appetite, the kpop star feasting on the spartan’s juicy cunt like it was her favorite shrimp chips. Meanwhile, Audrey and Revna had finished announcing Batgirl’s victory, and were becoming increasingly feral, smashing each other into the glass, testing it’s strength as they smacked their dicks together and gave sickening bites at the other’s shoulder, drawing blood. Together, the threw their crimson essence across the clear glass, enjoying the rabid desire as the round came to a close, and the semi-finals closed in.

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