Jo was being careful with her outfit, a screen-perfect replica of Black Widow’s Iron Man 2 black leather catsuit, unzipped a bit in the front to show off some cleavage. She filled it out quite well, in great shape from biking several miles a day - it was almost a crime to cover her ripped abs, arms and legs up with the catsuit, but it did show off her big, round ass in the back, and her thick, strong legs and C-cups in the front. She’d gotten quite a few looks on the way into the movie, and they definitely all weren’t for the massive replica Infinity Gauntlet on her left arm.
She had matched Black Widow’s hair as well, a curly waterfall of dark red down past her shoulders; her dark roots had come in a little bit, but she’d just had it touched up for the movie. Of course, her face didn’t really look like Scarlett Johannsen’s; my wife has dark eyes, a flat, wide nose, full lips, and a narrower face than the real Black Widow, not to mention beautiful black skin. (She enjoyed the surprise sometimes caused when someone saw her in full costume from behind and didn’t notice her skin color, which was only visible on her hands; when she turned around and they saw how dark she was, she got some interesting reactions.)
Jo reached over with her right hand (the left was still inside the huge gauntlet prop) and gave my own left hand a squeeze as the Marvel logo started up. I shifted in my Dr. Strange outfit, settling into my seat as the now almost comically long Marvel logo played.
Before it was halfway over, a fellow movie goer had gotten out of her seat and gone in front of the screen. We were front row center, and not six feet away from us was a tall, fat lady dressed up like Harley Quinn from the terrible first Suicide Squad movie - even in the dark of the theater I could see the red and blue streaks in her blonde pigtails and what looked like a 3XL Daddy’s Little Monster 3 quarter sleeve shirt.
“Hey!” Harley screamed over the music. “Listen!” Then she started yelling spoilers for the movie. She was quickly drowned out with loud boos and jeers, but she knew what to lead with, and had half the movie spoiled. Before I knew what was happening Jo had jumped out of her seat, charged Harley, and laid her out flat with a sucker punch.
By the time the ushers got everyone seperated and the lights came up, me, my wife, and Harley were all ejected; Harley got herself a lifetime ban from the establishment, while Jo was lucky not to get arrested. At the time I didn’t feel very lucky - we were all thrown out into the alley behind the theater, and the heavy metal fire door slammed shut with a loud clang, leaving the three of us looking at each other in the hot July sun.
Harley was actually kind of cute - she had a round face, big slightly crazed blue eyes, a small nose and plump little lips adorned with sloppy lipstick, currently twisted into a huge, shit-eating grin. Jo, on the other hand, looked ready to commit murder.
“Fucking bitch,” Jo hissed. “I bet you think you’re pretty slick.”
“You have to admit it’s pretty funny,” Harley giggled.
“No, it’s not fuckin’ funny!” Jo took her gauntlet off and handed it to me without looking. “Let’s go, bitch!”
“Oh, okay,” Harley rolled her eyes. “You want to fight me? Marvel fangirls are so pathetic-”
“You’re the one wasting your day yelling spoilers in front of the fucking movie!” Jo yelled.
“Yeah, keep your pants on. I’ll be happy to lay you out,” Harley sneered.
The two women squared up, and it was hard not for me to be worried. Jo had some fight training - to help her get into character - and was in great shape, but the sheer size mismatch had me sweating; Jo is five four while Harley was about my height, almost six feet, and she was a large woman - wide shoulders, huge tits, and thick limbs. She looked like she could take a lot of punishment, and I just hoped Jo was going to be able to dish out enough to keep her opponent down; today already sucked, and the last thing I wanted to do after this was take my beaten wife to the hospital.
The best case scenario I could imagine was that Harley wouldn’t know how to fight at all, and as she lumbered at Jo throwing a very telegraphed slap at my wife, it looked like I might get lucky. Jo, seeing the blow coming, ducked in and slammed her fist into Harley’s stomach; the white fighter took it with a deep grunt, then sent my wife stumbling backwards with a vicious backhand.
"That all you got?" the DC fan sneered. "You're weaker than the script for Thor 2!" Harley grabbed my wife's long hair with her left hand, pulling the smaller fighter forward into her own gut punch. Jo has a very strong stomach, but she wasn’t ready for this hit and gasped, leaning against Harley; the bigger woman cruelly kneed her in the crotch, and that put my wife down on her back in the filthy alley, holding herself and moaning.
"Pathetic!" Harley spat, straddling Jo. "Thought you could at least put up a little bit of a fight!" She reached down and grabbed Jo's hair again, pulling my wife up to a sitting position; she drew her right hand back for a knockout punch, but before she could land it Jo launched a desperate uppercut between the legs.
Harley froze with a keening scream of pain; her hands flew down to cover her crotch, which provided no protection as Jo lined up a second uppercut, and now it was Harley's turn to fall down holding herself as Jo shakily got to her feet, laying furious kicks into her larger opponent's belly and tits.
"Fucking asshole!" my wife screamed as the tip of her boot sank into Harley's soft tummy. "I'm gonna end you like the box office for Justice League ended the DC universe! Get up, bitch!" Harley rolled over, but didn't seem to be able to rise right away. Jo approached cautiously, looking to make sure her opponent didn't swing the match back in her favor with another hit to the crotch. Jo waited until Harley was sitting up, then ran in aiming a kick at her face; the blonde saw this coming and twisted out of the way, leaving my wife to barrel past her, missing the kick so badly she almost fell down.
Jo managed to stay on her feet, but by the time she stopped and turned around, her opponent had plenty of time to get up. The women squared up, fists held high. Harley attacked first, aiming a low kick at Jo’s right knee. My wife jumped back, avoiding the hit, then countered with a slap at Harley’s face, but her evasive move had put her at such long range her slap landed awkwardly, not seeming to do anything more than anger her opponent. Harley aimed another knee between my wife’s leg, but Jo foiled the attack, closing her thighs with a wide smile.
“Gonna have to do better than that!” she barked in Harley’s face. Her opponent’s response was to draw her head back and unleash a massive headbutt. For a second I was worried she'd broken my wife's nose as I heard a scary crunch of Harley's forehead smashing into my wife's face, leaving Jo reeling backwards, her eyes glassy.
Harley, snarling, tried yet another knee lift into my wife’s crotch; this time Jo was too stunned to do anything but stand there and take it, a low, pitiful moan oozing out of her lips as her opponent’s knee smashed into her pussy. I watched in horror as Jo slowly sank down to her knees; a straight kick to the jaw put her down on her back.
“You enjoying the view back there?” Harley laughed over her shoulder at me. “Here, watch this!” She rolled Jo over onto her chest, reaching down and unzipping her suit. The zipper came down easy enough, but pulling Jo’s arms out of the sleeves took a while, and I could see my wife starting to recover as Harley struggled to strip her. The blonde only had the suit down to my wife’s waist before Jo managed to roll over and started frantically raining slaps on her. Harley tried to keep going, but one lucky hit on her fat right breast was enough to back her off, watching as Jo climbed to her feet, looking tired and hurt but nowhere near defeated.
“C’mon, bitch,” Jo waved her opponent on. “I’m gonna end you like how Birds of Prey ended your shitty solo movies! Come on!”
Harley came in with her eyes glued to my wife’s bare tits, reaching for Jo’s big, dark nipples; my wife sidestepped easily, snapping off a crisp side kick into her opponent’s belly. It looked like Harley didn’t know how to take a hit properly as my wife’s foot drove the wind out of the big woman’s body in a wet gasp, her eyes bugging out as she stumbled backwards. Jo came after her, grabbing one pigtail and yanking Harley’s face down into a rising fist; I could hear the impact of my wife’s knuckles from here as they smashed into the bigger woman’s mouth. Harley whimpered, weakly trying to push my wife away, getting a hard punch to the belly for her trouble.
“Finish her off!” I yelled through cupped hands. My wife stopped to shoot me a wink before turning back to her opponent, kneeing Harley hard in the gut, dropping the blonde to her knees. Jo went behind her, kneeling down and applying a strong choke, her right arm pressing against her opponent’s neck.
"Go to sleep, bitch," Jo hissed in her opponent's ear as she worked the sleeper. “Just pretend you’re watching Batman vs Superman and go to sleep!” Harley writhed frantically in my wife’s grasp; at the time I didn’t notice, but she was bracing her right shoulder under my wife’s chin. With a roar Harley managed to rise halfway off the ground, then dropped down, executing a surprise Stunner on my wife. The impact sent Jo up to her feet, then stumbling drunkenly backwards, as Harley got up and turned to face her, the blonde rubbing her neck and growling.
I could not get a grip on Harley’s fighting style; it wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before - one minute she was throwing sloppy, awkward slaps, then she was turning the tables on my wife with expert moves like the one she had just devastated Jo with. I watched through my fingers, cringing, as Harley came in on my wife, slamming lefts and rights into my wife’s stomach. Jo at least managed to brace herself, but when the blonde saw that her hits weren’t doing much she shifted her target higher, rocking Jo back with a left hook to the jaw, then knocking her down with a big right straight to the mouth.
My wife landed hard on the dirty ground, the back of her head smacking off the hot concrete. She lay there limp as Harley finished stripping her catsuit off, leaving Jo wearing nothing but her short boots. The blonde sat down on Jo’s hips, reaching forwards and cupping her breasts.
“All right, not bad,” she admitted. “But look at these!” Harley took off her shirt, tossing it over her shoulder, then her bra, her big, pale tits tumbling free as she threw this away as well. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the ground, then slowly lowered herself down, trapping my wife’s face between her fat boobs.
Jo started struggling, trying to push Harley off, but the blonde was too heavy to be easily moved; I could see Jo was wasting the oxygen already in her system, unable to get any more through the titsmother. I thought this might be the end as Jo appeared to give up, her arms falling to the stained concrete, her thrashing legs going slack.
“Yeah, go to sleep,” Harley cooed. “You can dream about having a character as iconic as Superman in your shitty movies!” This brought Jo to life again, slamming short punches into Harley’s sides; the blonde grunted in pain as my wife’s fists hammered her midsection, but she held on through the assault; Jo faded quickly, and I had the sinking feeling I was watching the end of the fight.
I had to do something. I took a deep breath, cupped my hands over my mouth and yelled “Joker is just a King of Comedy ripoff!”
“What?!” Harley screamed at me over her shoulder.
“Yeah, it was okay because it’s a copy of a better movie-”
“Hey, Dr. Limp Dick!” Harley screamed at me. “Hey, shut up!” I felt a mix of relief as she climbed off Jo and then a stab of fear as she approached me threateningly. “Your movie sucked anyway! You’re just an Inception ripoff!”
“What? You’re out of your mind! Because they both have amazing special effects-”
“And Benedict Cumberbatch has a terrible American accent!” She poked me aggressively in the chest. “Look at Margo Robbie, she sounds like she’s really from Brooklyn!”
“You’re out of your god damned mind!” I yelled back at her. “Wonder Woman 1984 was so bad-”
“And Joker was a masterpiece!” she poked me again. “Over a billion dollars for an R rated movie-”
Over her shoulder, I saw Jo slowly sitting up, shaking her head and panting heavily; I just had to buy her some more time.
“You know what?” I yelled over Harley lecturing me on the global box office success of Joker. “I didn’t even like the Dark Knight movies!”
“What?!” she howled. “You fucking idiot! You complete fucking buffoon!”
“Heath Ledger’s performance wasn’t that great!”
Harley shoved me hard, sending me back a few steps; damn, she was strong. She followed me, shoving me again, this one putting my back up against a wall. She stepped up to me with a snarl, pressing one thick arm against my neck.
“You’re fucking next,” she hissed. “You and me now. I’m gonna-”
“Hey!” Jo screamed. Harley turned slowly in disbelief that my wife was back on her feet. “Hey!” Jo repeated, coming up to us as Harley turned away from me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jo came standing in front of us, hands on her hips, a disgusted sneer on her face.
“Typical fucking DC fangirl,” Jo spat. “Wantin’ to eat your dessert before dinner. This is why your shared universe is dead!”
“Fuck you!” Harley screamed, her face flushing red. “Wonder Woman-”
“Oh, you got one good movie?” Jo yelled over her. “You got one good fuckin’ movie? Your cinematic universe is fucking trash! Just like you!”
That did it; Harley charged Jo, screaming “Aquaman made a billion dollars!”. My wife took a careful step back, unleashing a monster clothesline, her forearm smashing right into Harley’s windpipe. The blonde stopped dead, falling down awkwardly, holding her neck and gagging, her face turning even redder as she coughed and wheezed. She was laying on her right side, and Jo calmly went around to her front and started laying kicks into the blonde’s big stomach. Harley took two of these, then the third had enough force to push her over onto her back; Jo dropped a beautiful elbow into her opponent’s gut, driving any remaining air out of the blonde.
My wife set about stripping her opponent the rest of the way, yanking her shorts and bottoms off, leaving both women in just their footwear, Jo in her boots and Harley in her shoes and socks. The blonde managed to roll over and get up to all fours, but she still looked pretty winded; Jo sent her back to the concrete with a massive axe kick, her heel smashing into the back of Harley’s head.
“All right, finish her off!” I yelled. I’d seen the momentum of the match swing back and forth too many times to relax until Harley was truly done. Jo nodded and left the blonde gasping on the ground, picking up one of the big garbage bins lined up against the movie theater. She grunted as she lifted it over her head; it was full, a little garbage spilling out of the top as she walked back to Harley, throwing it down on the blonde’s back with a scream.
The heavy trashcan slammed into Harley’s back, garbage scuttling out all over the ground; this put an end to the big woman’s struggling as she lay still. Jo walked up to her, reaching down to grab Harley’s red pigtail, yanking it up and pulling Harley’s face off the concrete; Jo kicked her in the face, twice, and I could see blood on the tip of her boot after the second kick. My wife released her opponent’s hair, then shifted the garbage bin off to the side; Harley still didn’t move as Jo rolled the big woman over on her back. Just to be sure, Jo gave her a vicious stomp, slamming the thick heel of her boot into Harley’s nose.
The blonde’s only response to this was a pitiful moan; I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but it sure seemed like she was done. Jo circled her, prodding her with quick, darting kicks. Harley soaked these up, only making an abortive attempt to roll over. When she couldn’t even manage this, Jo moved in and sealed her victory with a facesit, pressing her crotch down against her beaten opponent’s mouth.
My wife waved me over, and I was relieved that my outfit was made up of upper and lower robes instead of one solid piece as she yanked my pants down to my ankles. I’d been hard almost the whole fight, and after a quick squeeze to make sure I was ready Jo started sucking my cock, her lips slowly sliding up and down my shaft as her hips worked her pussy over Harley’s face. I suppose the blonde wasn’t having a very good time as her nose might’ve been broken and was now getting jammed down by Jo’s crotch, but I’m sure she had something just as nasty planned for us if she won; she’d took her chances and lost, and if nothing else, maybe this would dissuade her from spoiling any more movies.
Jo wrapped her arms around my hips, working me over slowly; I realized she was going to try and make me cum when she did, and she had more endurance than me, even when her left hand dropped off my hips to start teasing her clit. Her lips slid back and forth with so much force and so little speed I had to fight down a powerful urge to thrust into her mouth.
Instead, I ran my fingers through her hair; Jo loves this, and she rewarded me with a little extra treat, running her tongue over my tip. Even with her deliberate pace, she got me up to the edge pretty quick, then kept me dancing on it as she worked on getting herself off. I could hear her starting to moan louder around my cock in her mouth as she closed in on her climax, clenching my stomach to hold out as she hit her peak.
By the time she had come down from her climax I was ready to burst, and she finished me quick, sliding back until just my tip was in her mouth, her right hand flying up and down my shaft. I held on to her as I came, my wife sucking down my sperm. She let my cock flop out of her mouth as I took a few steps back, totally spent.
Jo climbed off Harley, sliding down the blonde’s body until they were face to face, then spat my cum onto her beaten opponent’s lips and cheeks. Harley was too far gone to even react, her slack face coated in my wife’s juices and my jizz.
“How’s that, huh?” Jo yelled in Harley’s face. “What do you have to say now, bitch?” She waved me over without looking, sneering down at her beaten opponent. “Check her oil, hon.” I knelt between Harley’s legs, easing her big thighs apart and slipping a finger in easily.
“Wow, she’s pretty wet.” I didn’t know if it was the humiliation of losing the fight or Jo writhing on her face, but she was practically dripping.
“Oh, really,” Jo cackled. She gave Harley a light slap, just enough to make sure she was paying close attention. “So did you like getting your ass kicked by Black Widow, or did you like the part where I fucked your face while sucking off my man?”
“Yes,” Harley mumbled.
“Hmm, okay.” Jo climbed off her, grabbing Harley’s pigtails and roughly yanking the bigger woman up to her knees.
“Please,” Harley started begging, staring at the ground. I winced as Jo slapped her across the face, smacking spit out of the blonde’s mouth and cum off her face: “Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you!”
“Please,” Harley tried again, her voice shaking. I could see tears in her eyes as she looked up at my triumphant wife. “Please - you won. Don’t do anything else to me.”
“Oh, I won’t,” Jo cackled. “You’re gonna do it to yourself.”
“What…?”
“Start fingering that fat pussy,” Jo hissed. “We’re all gonna watch you do yourself.”
Harley’s hands went between her legs; I could see just enough to guess she was pumping herself with one set of fingers while the other teased her clit. Jo cupped her hands under Harley’s chin, forcing the blonde to look up into her face as she masterbated. Jo started egging her on with taunts and threats:
“That’s right, fucking loser. Gonna cum looking up at the goddess who beat you down. Come on, aren’t you there yet? I know a slut like you won’t take long! Well?”
“Almost,” Harley gasped. “Almost-”
“Hurry up! Fucking finish before I fall asleep!”
“I’m gonna- I’m- ooooooh-” the blonde’s eyes squeezed shut as she got there, her chest heaving as she howled in pleasure; Jo’s eyes bored into her as Harley’s entire body shook, then started going limp. My wife released her and Harley sank to the dirty concrete, laying on her side, panting.
Jo rolled Harley onto her back, sat down on her stomach, and locked her hands around her victim’s neck. Harley came back to life for a second, her limbs flailing wildly; she managed one ineffective slap at Jo’s arms before the fight was literally choked out of her, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth in a torrent of drool, her body twitching uncontrollably, before she finally lay still, unconscious.
