DC Chastity Shorts

by orphan_account (ao3)

Chapter 1

As promised in the final chapter of my now deleted DC Chastity Stories fic (which has been transformed into a collection of separate stories), this is where I'll take requests for short stories involving various DC women. The rules have been stated in the summary, but the basics are no underage and no males. Genderbent and aged up character are allowed, of course. If you have a request that you'd like to be longer than 1k words (which is the cut off for this collection), then we can discuss it as a separate story.

Chapter 2: Request #1: Harley Quinn

Harley had always enjoyed submission. Something about giving up control and allowing someone else to take the reins appealed to the woman, made her excited. It was what attracted her to bondage in the first place. Her adventures had started out with just a simple pair of handcuffs, purchased with a bit of pocket change from a now closed adult store she used to enjoy browsing when she was younger. Nowadays, her collection of toys has grown larger, with new devices being added constantly. She had a healthy rotation of devices to use, procured from various online and local stores, gifted or stolen from friends, or in the case of those Bat-cuffs stashed in the closet, swiped from Batgirl after chaining her to a bed on an especially memorable occasion. But the devices she wore now were her favorites.

The chastity belt and bra on her hips and chest hugged her body. The steel, warmed from her body heat after a few months of wearing, offered a sense of comfort and security that no other restraints could. She loved the feeling of being trapped in the metal devices, not knowing when or even if she’d be free. Of course, the devices were frustrating at times. They shielded her sensitive areas from her touch, never allowing her a break from her frustration. So long as they remained on her, orgasms were a thing of the past. It was heaven and hell all at once, frustration and bliss colliding to form imperfect fulfillment within the jester.

Her wife, Pamela Isley, was also a fan of the belt and bra, as well as all they offered. She’d been the one to purchase the devices in the first place, a surprise gift for their anniversary. The keys were in her possession, tied around her neck with a small chain necklace, for all the world to see. The only time they weren’t with her was when she’d been in costume as Poison Ivy. The metal clashed with her plant-made outfit, so she kept them within a safe only she knew the combination to. Okay, Catwoman knew the combination as well, but it had been made very clear to her that if she were to ever think of touching the keys, she’d wind up trapped in her own chastity gear and have to serve as their shared slave until they mutually decided that she’s learned her lesson. The cat burglar remained wary of the threat for now, but she had a surprising submissive streak that they were both certain she longed to indulge in. But that was neither here, nor there. What they focused on now was Harley and her denial.

“Ives,” Harley whined, tugging on the handcuffs keeping her tied to their bed. Aside from the cuffs, chastity devices, and a metal collar wrapped around her throat, she was entirely naked. “It’s been months. Won’t you let me out, please?” She began to give her wife that look. The exact one Ivy’d always been weak for, the one that could make her do anything. Most of the time, anyway. Right now, she was much too strong willed to give in to her pouty, trembling lips, opting instead to tease another set of lips.

“Not tonight, dear,” Pamela spoke as she withdrew a cordless Hitachi wand. The sight of the vibrator caused Harley to tremble in both anticipation and dread, exactly what Ivy was expecting. “I want to see if I can make you cum with your belt still on.” Another whine escaped Harley’s mouth.

“Pammy, you know I can’t cum without some touching.” Ivy shot her wife a grin, both loving and cruel.

“Oh, I do. But what’s the point of a chastity belt if you can’t have any fun with it?” She traced a single, green finger against the shield of the belt. Fluids dripped from the holes on the front, a clear sign of Harley’s frustration. Pamela withdrew her finger after a few moments, noting her wife’s hips trying to follow the digit, elicit something more from her. She chuckled, before inserting her finger in her mouth, tasting Harley’s arousal.

“What a lovely flavor,” she quipped, before switching on the vibrator. “I’d love to have more of it.” She placed the wand against Harley’s belt, making it buzz against the shield. Directly behind it was her pussy, quivering with need. Within moments, the fluids multiplied, as did Harley’s pleas for mercy.

“Pammy, please,” she spoke with a shudder. “I need it. Please, I need to cum.”

“Oh, Harley. You don’t need to cum. You just want to.”

“Yes,” she agreed, her voice becoming hot with desperation. “I want to cum. I want you to make me cum. Please take off the belt.” Once more, Ivy chuckled.
“Like I said, I’m not taking that thing off tonight.” As if the response was just that arousing, more fluids began leaking from Harley’s belt. She gasped as the vibrator continued to tease her, just barely allowing her to feel a light buzz against herself. The jester twitched and bucked with burning need, her desires getting the best of her.

The ordeal went on for some time, driving Harley crazy (er, crazier) with lust. She held on for as long as she could, but even she had her limits. She used what the couple referred to as a soft safeword, in which they’d end their current session, but not whatever bondage had been applied before or during. Ivy immediately shut off the Hitachi and stashed it away.

“Are you alright, my dear,” she asked her wife. Harley panted a little, trying to catch her breath after the hours she spent suffering the low, taunting buzzing, before she answered.

“I’m fine, Ives. I just… too much, y’know?” Ivy cupped Harley’s crotch, feeling her fluids pooling in the palm of her hand.

“I know, dear. I might have gone a little overboard.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Harley spoke. She wiggled her still shackled hands. “Tying me to the bed, teasing me with that thing, that was fucking hot. A little unbearable towards the end, but that’s what safewords are for, right?”

“Right. So, you want me to remove this thing, let you have a real treat?”

“Please,” the jester practically gasped out. “I’ve been dying for an orgasm since week one.” Ivy smiled, a delicious idea forming in her head.

“Alright, Harley. I’ll let you out and give you an orgasm. But after I do…” she reached into their toy chest and brought out two sets of bullet vibrators. “These are going on your nipples, under the bra.” Her hand dove back into the chest, this time pulling out a dildo vibe, designed to connect to the belt. “And this will go inside you. And you won’t ever be able to remove them until I unlock you.”

Harley didn’t much care for the consequences of agreeing to this deal. Experiencing the teasing vibrations that she could never escape from so long as her wife had any say in the matter was a problem for Future Harley. Right now, Present Harley was hungry for an orgasm.

Chapter 3: Request 2: Catwoman Making Batgirl A Latex Slave (non-con)

Selina Kyle, sitting on the couch of her apartment and dressed in her Catwoman gear, stared at the figure before her, a smirk on her face. Kneeling in front of her, on her knees, was Barbara Gordon, Batgirl. The girl sat on the ground, her face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. She’d absolutely hated the situation Selina put her in, and yet there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Not with the device still locked around her hips.

Hidden underneath the full body latex suit she’d been forced to wear for tonight, colored purple and including a yellow bat symbol on her chest in a mockery of her Batgirl costume, was a chastity belt, silver in color. The device had been locked into place a few weeks ago, since an encounter with the thief left her unconscious and at her mercy. Her attempts to remove the belt all ended in failure. The lock was too complicated to pick, and the titanium it had been crafted from was too tough to cut. She’d be trapped in it until Selina let her go. And before she did that, if she was even planning on it, she wanted Barbara at her feet.

Hence Barbara’s current position. She looked up to her captor, a glare staring the cat burglar down. She paid it no mind, of course. Selina had what she wanted, and she’d been eager to exploit it for all it was worth.

“Ready for the final touch, Barb?” The glare only intensified, the younger of the two clearly unhappy with her current position. But if she ever wanted to orgasm again, She absolutely had to obey.

“Just hurry it up.”

“Oh, that’s no way to speak to your Mistress, now is it? Come on, show me the respect I deserve and say what I told you to say, or else I’ll feed the belt key to one of Ivy’s plants.”

‘I am showing you the respect you deserve, you stupid bitch,’ Barbara thought, but did not say. She didn’t want to find out if Selina was serious or not. Instead, she sighed, mustered up as much sweetness in her voice as she could, and began.

“Please, Mistress Kyle, can you show this dumb slut her true self?” Despite her efforts, her voice dripped with hatred and venom. Thankfully, the thief overlooked that, instead widening her smile.

“Better. Now,” she held up a latex hood, which would go over Barbara’s head, completing the look. With the hood on, the only parts of her body visible would be her mouth and her eyes. “Let’s fit this on you.” Selina stretched out the hood and began placing it over Barbara’s head. The redhead wanted to struggle and stop her, but the threat of the key being destroyed loomed over her thoughts. Instead, she remained, like the good, obedient pet Selina was trying to make her. Soon, the hood was on, seamlessly blending in with the rest of the bodysuit.

“A much better look for you, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“All we’d need is a cape, a utility belt, and those little ears, and you’d be a fetish-y version of your alter ego. Course, we could always bring the chastity belt to the outside of the suit.” Selina pondered for a moment. “Nah, too much work. Now, I’m feeling a little bored, pet.” She unzipped the crotch of her Catwoman suit, revealing her shaved pussy. “I need a little entertainment.”

Barbara hesitated. She’d never been with a woman before, at least not in this fashion. But as Selina toyed with the key, not so subtly glancing towards a Venus fly trap she’d “borrowed” from Poison Ivy, she got to work. She pressed her tongue against the snatch of the older woman, eliciting a pleased moan from her.

“Oh, wow. Your tongue feels way better than I thought it would, Barb.” The redhead growled a reply, before continuing her work. She could feel her own fluids dripping from her belt, soaking her thighs beneath the latex. She shuddered, her hips bucking as she continued to pleasure Selina. By now, she was utterly desperate, which she knew to be her captor's end goal.

For the next several minutes, Batgirl continued to lick and suck on Selina's pussy. The older woman by now had grabbed onto Barbara's head and shoved her further into her crotch. Despite her apprehension towards this action, the redhead feverishly devoured her Mistress. Her moans and cries became music to Barbara's ears, working in tandem with her arousal and frustration to encourage her to keep going.

A spray of fluid ejected from Selina's pussy as she cried out, staining Batgirl's hooded face in clear drippings. The thief released her grip on her slave, allowing her to fall away and for both of them to catch their breaths.

"Oh, this was my best idea yet. You're an even greater pussy licker than Talia. Might have to keep you in that belt for a while longer."

"Selina, pl-"

"Ah, no. What'd I tell you about respect?"

"... Mistress Kyle, please. I've been stuck in this thing for too long. I need to cum, please. I'll do anything." Selina let out a dry chuckle.

"Oh, I know you'll do anything. But you're not quite at that point yet. You're not as obedient as I want you to be. A good pet would accept her Mistress keeping her locked away without any complaints. And you, my dear, have been far too open about how much you hate this. It was entertaining for a while, but if I wanted someone like that, I'd have locked that thing on Talia instead." Selina grabbed Barbara by the throat, lifting her up to eye level, and burrowing her gaze into her very soul. Her eyebrows furrowed with anger, and her mouth curled into a frown. "I don't want to hear another goddamn word about how much you want to cum. My word is law. You'll cum when I say so, and right now, I feel like keeping you in that belt forever to teach you a lesson. Now thank your Mistress for the privilege of getting to please her."

"Thank you, Mistress Kyle," Barbara spoke fearfully.

"Good. Now, there's some gear left for you in my bedroom. You are to put it on before you leave, and keep it on until I say so. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Kyle." Selina's smile returned as she released Barbara's jaw.

"Good. Now, run along."

When Barbara reached the bedroom, she found a box. She rifled through the contents, finding a cape and another hood with ears and a hole for her hair to flow out, exactly what Selina said would be needed to make her look like a fetish-y Batgirl. Knowing what would happen if she disobeyed, Barbara donned the gear, replacing the hood and attaching the cape to her back. There was no utility belt in sight, so the look wasn’t entirely complete, but it was obvious who she was meant to be. She exited the room, allowing her Mistress to inspect her.

“Good to see my words got through to you.”

“Thank you Mistress Kyle.”

"Now, run along. And if you take any of that off before I tell you, I'll destroy that key."

"Mistress Kyle? Do I have to keep it on for patrol?" Selina's grin widened.

"There's a reason why it looks like your costume."

Dejected, Barbara slumped her shoulders. Her captor gave a wave goodbye, signaling that she was to leave now. She left Selina's apartment, her latex covered feet dragging behind her. Her thighs felt slick with her juices and she still felt an insatiable lust between her legs. As she began her journey back home, she rubbed at her crotch, feeling the metal buried beneath the latex. Deep in the pit of her stomach, she knew that Selina would never let her go. And despite how much she hated wearing the belt, that thought excited her.

Perhaps she may break after all.

Chapter 4: Request 3: Zatanna & Raven

Lust magic. A powerful tool used by a variety of demons. Used for a variety of different spells, lust and desire were some of the greatest sources of magic potential, harnessed with great effects by some of the best within the community. And while Raven was counted among that group, she'd never been particularly good with those, or any kind of emotions. Hence her need for a mentor. And what better teacher of magic than Zatanna Zatara.

The Titan found herself in Shadowcrest, the ancestral Zatara home. With Zatanna as the sole bearer of the name, aside from her younger cousin, another Titan from a different age pool, she was the one and only resident within, leaving the two alone. Which, according to the stage magician, was perfect for this scenario.

"In order to unlock the true potential of lust magic, you need a great wellspring from which to draw from. Now, and please don't take this the wrong way, I promise this question isn't intended to be perverted, but how often do you masturbate?"

"Wh-what?!" Raven sputtering out, her grey face growing red from shock and embarrassment. Zatanna held her hands up defensively.

"Like I said, it's not intended to be lewd, although I can definitely see why you'd see it that way. But answering this question is vital to this lesson."

"A-a few times a day," Raven spoke honestly, still shocked from how direct her teacher was. Having no other real outlets for her emotions, given how she had to fight them constantly in order to keep her father at bay.

"Oh, that's not good for this," Zatanna spoke. "The more you play with yourself, the less mana you have for lust magic. I do have a solution to this problem, but it's a little… unorthodox."

"I'm sure I'll be able to handle it." The magician chuckled.

"Alright, if you're certain." Harnessing her power, Zatanna spoke an incantation. Strange magic flashed on the crotch of Raven's dark purple, almost black, leotard, and her hands flew to her crotch. Something was now beneath it, wrapped around her hips, and she could definitely feel something inside of her, her pussy clenching around it. She grabbed at her leotard and moved it, to see what she now wore.

"That's a chastity belt," Zatanna spoke. "Keeps you from being able to 'entertain' yourself, and allows the wellspring to keep growing. Many lust focused mages, at least most of the ones who aren't succubi, tend to use these kinds of devices to avoid spoiling their energy."

"How long do I need to wear this?"

"For as long as you're planning on using lust magic regularly. But as far as building a good source to work on your spells, I'd say at least two weeks." The half-demon whined slightly. Two weeks, with a good chance of far more, without an orgasm. Most she'd ever gone was a few days, and even then it was involuntary, the result of being captured and shackled by Jinx. But while she was certain that Zatanna would free her if she asked, she was equally certain that it would mean she'd never learn this kind of magic. And with the hero scene becoming more and more dangerous every day, she needed every advantage she could get. It wouldn't be the first time she gave up something in exchange for a greater chance at success, after all.

"Okay," Raven spoke, mentally preparing herself for the coming journey. "It shouldn't be too much of an issue, I hope."

"Hey, don't worry. You won't be alone." Another incantation, and Zatanna's crotch began to glow as well, the energies quickly dissipating after. While Raven couldn't see it, given the stage magician suit that doubled as her hero gear and her work outfit, she could tell from the words that Zatanna now also wore a belt. "To teach you as best as I can, I'll need to build up some energy as well. Plus, I've been meaning to try out some new things to attract a wider audience for my shows. The bondage enthusiasts that make up at least 20% of my regulars will be pretty happy to see me locked away." With another spell, more restraints appear on Raven. Her arms are boxed up and tied behind her arms, the ropes tight enough to keep her bound, but not tight enough to restrict blood flow. A leather collar, with a pink, glowing crystal was wrapped around her neck. Finally, a dark purple ball gag, the same color as her outfit, was now in her mouth, buckled and locked.

"The collar holds an indicator, to measure how much power you have. The gag is to keep you silent for this next part. And the rope… well, that's just cause I wanted to see you bound." The blush returned to Raven's face, even fiercer this time. "Now, let's get me ready as well." A final spell was spoken, and two things happened at once.

First, Zatanna was now in the same bondage as Raven, her own gag colored the traditional red that those kinds of gags usually are.

Second, something began to buzz within Raven. Not expecting this change of events, the half demon began moaning in her gag, falling to her knees. She clenched her thighs and squirmed in her ropes in an attempt to either stop or enhance the feelings between her legs, just barely noticing that her mentor was doing the same.

"Don't worry," Zatanna's voice appeared, echoing in Raven's mind. "This is all temporary. A way for us to get a headstart on your lessons. The bondage is temporary and will go away after a few hours. After that, we'll be turning into bed. We have a big day tomorrow. Not only will we be trying out some basic spells, I'll also be teaching you the script for my upcoming show. I may be in need of an assistant. My usual one is out of town and I haven't found anybody to replace her yet."

"Just as long as I can get back at you for the vibrator," Raven thought. The magician flashed her a smile.

"Oh, you'll definitely have plenty of opportunities to tie me up tight. Bondage escapes are a big part of my shows, after all. Plus, I've been planning to do that trick where I'm locked in a box that can separate into several other boxes, with all my body parts being separate as well. I'm sure you'll enjoy that too."

With nothing left to say, the two continued to writhe around in their restraints, both thinking about the coming days. The two women surrendered themselves to the pleasure between their legs, one of them woefully ignorant that the device won't let her come, and the other equally woefully aware of that same fact.