"Sorry, sweetie." Selina turned back to him. "The stakes just got raised.

Your balls are going to help me

win that necklace."

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

"As if!" Harley patted her breasts. "That necklace belongs between my tits!"

"Oh sweetie, we both know who'll wear it better."

"What do you think, bat-boy?" Harley pushed her breasts together, making them jiggle. Selina did
likewise, both of them showing off to Nightwing. "Whose tits would look better with all these
diamonds bouncing on them?"

Nightwing groaned and turned away, trying to ignore them and failing.

"Look at that," Selina said, running a claw up the shaft of his dick. "He's all hard now."

"Not for long, he ain't. Ready, Selina?"

"I'm not ready!" Nightwing thought. He almost wanted to beg and plead, but he couldn't. If he did, he
was done as a crimefighter in Gotham. He would always be the man who the girls made beg by
smashing his nuts.

"Ready, Harley," said Selina. "Except... who goes first?"

"Well, you're our guest today, so it's only fair, right?"

"Oh, Harley. You're such a dear." Selina turned her eyes to Nightwing, a sly smirk on her face.

"Selina, don't do this. You know it's going to make HIM very unhappy." He hated invoking Batman,
having to act like a child warning about his parents, but this was so sick and perverse he was willing to
try anything to get Selina to halt it.

"I imagine so, but we always manage to make up, don't we? Besides, you can always just end this by
telling us what you know."

"If he cracks before one of us wins," said Harley, "whoever made him talk gets the necklace."

"Agreed. Well, sweetie?" Selina cocked an eyebrow, turning her face to the side in question.

Inside, Nightwing was screaming. He knew the pain he was about to experience would be utterly
unbearable and humiliating. But he kept his composure, at least as much as he could under the
circumstances.

"Go to Hell, you maniacal bitch."

"Oh, that's too bad," Selina cooed, running a finger down her face. "Well, we tried. You only have
yourself to blame for this. Get ready."
Selina turned and accepted the glass of cum Harley had offered. Tipping it back, she took a big, long
gulp. Nightwing cringed, but had to admit that he would probably have found it attractive under other
circumstances. Once she was done, she looked back at him, licking up an errant little drop running
down the side of her mouth, then made ready to strike.

"Here we go." Taking a step back, Selina readied her mallet. Nightwing closed his eyes, trying to hold
his tongue and keep from begging her to stop. The foam weapon raised high into the air, then came
smashing down, right onto his left testicle.

Pain blossomed in Nightwing's nethers, causing him to lose all control. His eyes and mouth flew open,
a squeal of agony leaving his mouth. He vaguely heard the bell on the meter behind him move up, then
come crashing back down, but he paid it no attention. For several seconds, he could only think about
the pain, until it finally began to subside somewhat, replaced by a dull throbbing in his lower body.

"Damnit!" he growled.

"That hurts so much! I don't know how much of this I'll be able to take! My training never covered
ballbusting!"