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Task Force XXX [COD Ghost X DC Harley Quinn] [One-Shot]
🕑 Added 2023-09-28 00:55:36 +0000 UTCSynopsis:
A vacation gone wrong for Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley of the British special forces. Call it fate, passion, or the influence of drugs—things happened, and two unlikely people met.
Written by the amazing Ms.Squirtle.
Aided by MrPlotThickens
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At an abandoned cliffside hotel, somewhere at the very edge of Morocco's bustling city.
In the sparsely lit pool hall of the hotel.
Slam!
“Ugh!”
Bam!
“Shit, this guy’s a tough one!” A guy wrung his wrist, pulling his arm back from a punch.
Three men dressed in casual suits were beating a single man tied to a chair. They had tried all they could to torture him with anything available. Unfortunately, the man with the balaclava, black hoodie, and camo pants kept silent. Every fist went at him like a rock to an iron plate.
Suddenly, the man in the white suit, who seemed to be their leader, pulled out his gun and pressed the muzzle directly on the guy’s head, “Last chance! Who are you? And who sent you?”
After a moment of silence, the man in the chair snorted a soft laugh, “I’m nobody… a Ghost. Just 'ere for a bit of R&R”
“Fuck!” The white suit man got angry and slammed the butt of his gun on Ghost’s temple.
Ghost’s head whipped to the side; a small blood stain started to bloom through the side of his balaclava.
“Who are you working for? And why were you following us?”
"You know, I'm just a bit curious meself. You lot, all suited up like this in an abandoned hotel? Now that's a peculiar sight, innit...? Tsk." Ghost finally answered, still feeling the sting from the cut on his lip and forehead.
“Just kill him!” One of the three yelled.
“Wait,” the other calmly came forward, approaching Ghost. “Let’s just take off his mask. One of the guys will probably know who he belongs to.”
“I’ve got a better idea…”
Their leader interjected, as he smirked and rummaged through the duffle bag on the dusty pool table beside him, “Didn’t we come here looking for hoboes to test the new product on?”
Ghost’s eyebrow quirked up. New product? Expected as much… Ought to have been sipping cocktails on a beach, but no, my curiosity had to kick in. Some vacation this is…
The leader pulled out a small glass vial and syringe, swishing around something inside it that looked like blue liquid. Grinning, he pulled the plunger and took some into the syringe.
“Let’s see how tough you’ll be after this. Self-control, tight lips… all out the window. Hah! I’d say you’d even confess who popped your cherry in high school!” All three men laughed, excited to see what would happen.
“Fuck!”
Ghost cursed as the leader plunged the needle directly into his arm. He struggled to no avail. The ropes on his hands and legs were too tight. He had considered breaking the chair entirely, but it was too late now. He could feel the cold liquid mixing into his blood, spreading in his body.
Suddenly, his head fell, looking like he had passed out. He was trying to control himself, keeping his mind steady.
“That’s it? Is he dead?” One of the men asked.
“No,” the leader took a closer look; Ghost’s chest was still heaving up and down. “He’s probably out cold. He’s still breathing. Now, let's just take a look. Might be smiling in bliss right about now…”
The leader hooked his two fingers on the neck end of Ghost’s balaclava, ready to pull it off.
“Lou! Bud! Where are you two?!” Suddenly, they heard a woman’s voice calling for someone outside.
“Fuck! Who’s that?” All three were alerted, taking their eyes off Ghost. They stood ready with their guns in hand.
Bam!
The door was kicked open.
A platinum blond woman with red and black tips on her hair stood in the frame. She wore a powder blue sundress, a white wide hat, and a white purse hanging on her shoulder. She looked like she was there to sightsee.
“You’re… not Lou…or Bud.” She muttered as her eyes scanned the room, noticing a guy tied to a chair, looking unconscious.
All three men aimed their guns at her, all with silencers.
The woman instinctively raised her hands, smiling awkwardly, “Sooo… whac’ca boys doing?”
“None of your business, bitch! Who the fuck are you?!” one of the suited men lost his temper. It was terrible enough that someone started spying on them here, but now there was a random woman coming out of nowhere.
“Heey! That’s not nice!” The woman pouted and stomped her foot.
“Ughh… get out of here…run!” Ghost suddenly growled under his breath, shaking his head as he tried to contract his weak muscles.
“This bitch with you?!” All three men turned to him.
Bam!
“The name’s Harley!! And it’s Miss Bitch to you!” Harley whacked the first guy with her purse, hooking his neck with the strap. Swinging by the strap on his neck, she sent a flying kick to the other two, right on their lower jaws. Their brains rattled in their skulls.
Her heels packed quite the punch as the leader and the other guy fell to their knees. The guy she was swinging on aimed his gun at Harley, but she twisted the purse strap once more and tangled his wrist.
He couldn’t react in time, and in an instant, shot himself right in the face. Harley quickly took the gun and aimed it at the two groaning men on their knees.
“So… are you the bad guys?” She asked, tilting her head.
They both glanced at each other, not daring to move for their guns that were on the floor.
“Bad guys!” Ghost barked through gritted teeth, starting to feel like he couldn’t control his body.
The two men lunged for their guns, but Harley’s trigger finger was faster.
Bam! Bam! Precisely at their heads.
Silence enveloped the room as the three men were now dead on the floor.
She’s experienced! Ghost felt alarmed.
Harley aimed her gun at Ghost, “So? Who might you be?”
“Lieutenant Si… Ghost! They call me… Ghost!” Ghost’s eyes widened as even he was shocked that the drug almost made him tell the truth. "They clocked me… when I tailed 'em here! Fuck… just get me out of this! And we can square things up! Get these ropes off me!"
“Hold on there, Casper,” Harley pulled away the muzzle of her gun, walked closer to Ghost, and suddenly sat on his lap, face to face. “If they’re the bad guys, what are you?”
She was so close to him Ghost could feel her breath, but that wasn’t all he could feel. Her breasts were practically plastered to his chest, separated only by a couple of layers of clothes. They were soft, shapely, and warm. Her fleshly, firm ass was on his thighs, and something else was bumping on his own soft poker.
Ghost wouldn’t normally react to slight provocations, but this time, he wasn’t exactly himself. Something started to warm up inside him. He could feel his stomach contract, his heart racing. His hands gripped the rope tying his hands behind him, feeling it starting to burn his wrist and tighten.
“A narc or something?” She asked again, whispering in his ear.
It seemed like she was saying something hush-hush, but her breath caused Ghost's body to shiver a little.
“Hehehe!” Suddenly, a hyena’s laugh could be heard by the door.
“Lou! Bud! There you guys are! I’ve been looking everywhere!” Harley’s leg stretched all the way over Ghost’s head, giving him a slight glimpse of her smooth, pale white legs and black thong. She turned on his lap to look at her pets while still sitting on Ghost’s lap.
Ghost gritted his teeth; he could feel it. He felt like he couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Can you two help me? I’m in a very serious conversation right now. Carry these guys out.” Harley ordered her two loyal pets, moving about while pointing at the three dead bodies on the floor.
Her ass wiggled on her seat, pushing down even more as she crossed her legs. Ghost could see the open back of her dress. Her smooth skin looked tender, fueling his drugged-up imagination. Bringing his thought onto what it would be like to take her from behind, plunging into that velvety flesh with force, making her squeal.
“Ugh…” Ghost grunted and shook his head, starting to feel his aroused flesh grow.
Harley smiled as she watched her two pets drag the dead bodies out of the pool hall and smirked when she felt something poking up on her firm seat. She felt some naughty ideas run through her mind.
A minute later, Harley turned to her side and placed her arms around Ghost’s neck. “So, were you boys having some fun?” She asked as she placed a finger under Ghost’s chin, making him look up at her.
"Get … the hell… off me," he hissed, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts.
“Now now, darling… A little fun never hurt anyone.” Harley giggled and pulled down the zipper on his hoodie, revealing a black T-shirt that clung to Ghost’s body because of his sweat.
She could see his perfectly contoured muscles from the dim light of the window.
“And it looks like you're up for some fun too,” Harley realized Ghost was starting to grow. She could feel the hardness of his arousal stretching the material of his pants, ready to be liberated at any moment.
“Can’t… Not… Now…” Ghost shook his head, trying to shift his focus from Harley’s curvy, sensual body.
Being this close, he could see her black bra under her powder blue sundress, especially her perfectly curved waist. Her mounds were smushed together, creating an alluring valley. His throat started to dry, feeling the heat inside him.
“Why not now?” She asked.
Clink!
Harley unlocked his belt and slowly pulled it out from around his waist. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you… It’s exciting!” She licked her lips.
She undid his button and slowly unzipped Ghost’s pants, letting the bulge of his underwear come out.
“Aww… the cute little thing is coming out to play…” Harley teased as if she was talking to her pet.
“You’re... bloody… mad…”
Harley giggled even louder, “Oh, they call me that all the time; Crazy, insane, mad… I don’t keep count.”
She pushed back and stood in front of him. Then, bent over and pulled his pants down to his knees, not forgetting his underwear. His hard shaft stood erect, presented front and center. It was clear that his loins had disregarded his thoughts. His body wanted it, and he wanted it right now.
“Fuckin hell!” Ghost cursed out loud.
“Not yet puddin’…”
Harley pulled out a knife she had hidden under her skirt. Ghost stared wide-eyed, fearing what she was going to do. However, to his relief, she only used it to cut his shirt straight down the middle, exposing his well-toned abdomen.
“That’s better!” She smiled cheerfully.
Throwing the knife at a pool table, she went closer to Ghost. Her finger trailed down his clavicle, down his chest, and his abdomen. She could feel the muscles of his chest and the tightness of his abdomen.
As her itching fingernail got close to his lower abdomen, Ghost started to jolt, trying to break free. Harley’s nails kept trailing down and up his member, sending tremors through his body. She could feel his rod starting to twitch, his breathing rapid.
Harley went down on her knees, her tongue playfully licking her lips. She held his shaft with one hand, and kissed the head of his swollen member, and flicked the edge of her tongue right on his tiny opening.
“Ugh!” What would have been a slight tickle, pushed Ghost’s arousal even further.
“You like that?” She asked, stroking his hard, standing shaft with her fingers.
“Yes... NO!” He couldn’t think straight anymore, starting to give in to his fiery heat. Taking deep breaths, Ghost finally gave in. The tension in his muscles relaxed a bit, abandoning himself to the pleasure. Her fingers were nimble, touching and caressing in all the right places; brushing against his veins, feeling each bump.
“Then you’ll like this even more,” She stood up and straddled him once more. Her damp thong stuck closely to his rock-hard shaft. Ghost’s brows furrowed, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her breasts were in his face; so soft and mailable, he started to crave them, imagining everything he could do to them.
Harley moved her hips, drawing figure eights with her glutinous ass. She could feel him twitch and throb on her soft petals. With the thin strip of fabric between them, every friction caused her to whisper out faint moans.
Ghost muffled a grunt, feeling everything ten times more because of the drug. It was like he was going to go crazy. All he wanted to do now was to grab hold of her and plunge inside until she screamed for God. But he couldn’t. He was still tied up, tittering between the edge of yearning and being held back by force.
“You like that, right?” Harley teased. “Why don’t we get rid of this?” She pulled on the neck of his balaclava.
“No!” Ghost barked, trying hard to control his breath. “Let’s keep this between strangers…” He added with a raspy, tensed tone.
Harley smiled, “Oh, now you're naughty… I like it.”
Harley rolled his balaclava right to his nose and started licking his lips. She could see the scars on his left jaw, but she didn’t mind it. It was proof that he wasn’t an ordinary man, and not knowing would be better for them.
Harley kissed him deeply, invading his mouth with her tongue. Ghost reacted and responded with his own. Their tongues fought for dominance, caressing and intertwining, huffing a breath every chance they got. Ghost could taste her hot breath on his mouth, lips, and lower jaw. Their saliva dripped down his neck, and onto his chest.
Harley kept moving, feeling his rock-hard rod struggling against the slick wetness of her excitement. Her clitoris, starting to swell, aroused by every move her plump, perfect hips made.
As they kissed, Harley pulled down her sleeves and lowered her neckline down to her breast. Then, her black sleek bra followed. Her magnificent breasts came out with a jolt, bouncing like cream. Harley’s head arched back, pulling Ghost’s face closer to her beautiful mounds.
Ghost could see traces of his saliva dripping down her cleavage, making them gleam in invitation. Without a word, his face was smothered between her voluptuous breasts. He kissed, licked, and teasingly bit her; causing Harley to moan a bit louder. It was music to his ears, drowning him in the heat of the moment.
Ghost didn’t hold back anymore, taking one of her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasingly holding it between his teeth. Flicking the tip with his tongue.
“Ah!” Harley yelped, jolting up a bit as her moist, pulsating core brushed against Ghost’s shaft even harsher.
Ghost contracted the muscles in his arms, feeling the craving even more. The ropes tightened, and the chair creaked, starting to give way.
Harley started to feel good, her hips moving even more wildly. Her breasts jiggled as she humped him up and down, and side to side. Ghost felt her jutting breast brush against his face and tasted the satin-smooth skin.
Fuck it! He gathered some strength in his tattoo-filled arms, making a decision.
Tack!
The rope on his hands snapped!
Harley’s brows rose up, but before she could say anything, Ghost grabbed her waist from under the dress with one hand, and the other held her head towards him. His fingers sunk into her platinum blond hair, and the others finally got to feel the smooth skin of her body.
“Ah! Mmpphh...!”
Ghost kissed her open mouth, and penetrated her with his tongue, invading every inch of her mouth.
He pushed her hips down to grind even harder on him, causing Harley to moan into his mouth. He could feel her juices starting to drip out of her thong, smearing his little buddy. He moved his hands onto her ass, allowing Harley to kiss him on her own.
Suddenly, he stood up, carrying Harley by her well-toned thighs. He kicked off the chair behind him and broke it, sending it flying towards the wall. He took a few steps back, forcing her against a wall.
“Hmm... you're strong!” Harley giggled and licked the bottom of his upper lip.
“You wanted this…” He angrily said into her kiss. He pulled up her sundress skirt and placed two of his fingers on each side of the hips of her thong.
Snap!
He ripped the strap with a single pull, letting it fall down to the floor.
He shrugged off his hoodie and remnants of his black shirt, and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles.
Tittering a bit off balance, Harley pulled one of her legs down, but Ghost caught the other one. As Harley stabilized on one of her toes, Ghost pulled her other leg up, causing her to look at him in surprise.
His hand trailed down her thigh, onto her calf, and on her ankle. Her limber leg stretched, following his hand, and rested her ankle on his shoulder. He did it so gently that her warm, damp entrance was now opened fully for him to plunder. It was practically a split, with one leg in the air.
Then, Ghost pulled her ass closer with both hands, squeezing them tightly. Harley yelped with delight. His swollen, tight head pushed against her damp, moist, needy place. He could feel her soft skin, bare and shaven. He didn’t wait any longer and pushed her lower back, causing her to sink into him.
“Ah…” She cried softly as his molten hot flesh parted her petals and entered her slowly.
“Ghh...” he grunted in satisfaction as if he finally found the thing he wanted, he thirsted for.
Harley almost thought that was it, but to her surprise, Ghost pushed in a little more. Deeper and deeper, stretching her inner walls all the way in. Her waist squirmed, her body shivered, and every inch sent small blissful waves up her spine, overwhelming her.
Ghost shoved his last inch in, striking her deepest walls with a poke.
“Umh!” She moaned with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying it.
Slightly pulling back, he suddenly thrusted in again, hard and deep. He held her waist, and she arched her upper back against the wall, holding onto his neck; allowing him unrestricted entry. He delved deeper into her with each push. Her breasts jiggled and thrashed against his chest.
One of his hands caught her breast and cupped it. Teasing her nipple with his fingers, pinching and pulling. Harley moaned with reckless abandon, enjoying his heavy-handed thrusts into her.
He lifted her hips with his thrusting body, lifting her to a jolt with every hard shove. Every time he went in, her wet juices squelched and trickled down her thigh.
“Ah... ah... ah…!” She cried out.
“You like that?” He growled into her ear.
Harley didn’t answer. Her one hand came down and pinched his nipple, teasing it on her finger.
“Agh...” His tone was a little angry. His thrusts were even more fervent. Each plunge caused their hips to collide, echoing through the abandoned pool hall.
“Tell me you like it,” He ordered.
“Make me…” Harley smirked, whispering into his upper chest.
Ghost felt like he would lose it at any moment. He pulled out and let her stand while holding both her wrists with his broad hand. Harley pouted a bit; it was nowhere near enough to satisfy her.
Then, he lifted her and carried her towards a pool table.
Taking his belt from the floor, he tied both her wrists above her head, allowing her to lay there while he stood on the floor, looming over her small frame.
Harley smiled at him, her face blushing in excitement and yearning.
Ghost took the knife she threw from the table and slowly sliced her dress and bra off her body, allowing the blunt end to trail up her bare stomach and between her breasts. Harley tingled with expectation.
Fully exposed, he could see her honey-soft skin, her erotic tattoos, and her wet pussy, twitching and aching for a beating. She bent her knees and held her arms above her head, clearly tempting him for more.
“Like what you see?” She smiled alluringly.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to see more,” He teased back, starting to enjoy his rare vacation.
Ghost held her thigh with each hand, spreading her legs wider and wider. With each push, mixed feelings ran through Harley’s head as she saw him enjoying the view of the wide-open juncture of her thighs. Shy, embarrassed, excitement, shame, yearning; everything clashed, causing more liquid to seep down her hole. It was nasty and thrilling, just how she liked it.
Ghost kissed one of her knees, tickling Harley even more. He licked down her thigh, kissed her tender flesh, and trailed down almost to her core. But his tongue stopped right next to her moist petals. His one hand was busy squeezing her bare breasts, playing with her nipple between his fingers.
Before his tongue reached her molten core, he asked, “Do you want it?” his hot breath practically tickled her exposed little nub.
“Ah.. umm…” Harley moaned without an answer.
“A naughty one, but stubborn…” He chuckled, his thumb brushing against her tiny kernel.
“Ah!” Harley squirmed even more, twitching in delight.
“Does the naughty little girl want it?” he asked, his middle finger trailing down where she most ached for fulfillment. Her twitching tight depths almost sucked on the tip of his finger every time it went up and down.
"Or was that enough for you before?"
“Ah! Nooo! I want it! Please…” She begged with a blushing face and pouting lips.
“Good girl,” He smacked the side of her ass twice and pulled her down to the edge of the pool table. He spread her legs wider apart, practically sticking her knees to the table’s top.
The head of his throbbing cock, readied at her entrance. “Say it again…”
“Umhh..”
“I want to hear you say!” he barked a command.
“I want you! I want you inside. I want it so bad… Please…”
“Please? I thought you were the naughty one?”
“Ummm… Yes, punish…. Punish this naughty little girl, badly…Please…”
Ghost smirked and instantly thrusted into her, hard and strong.
“Ah!”
He ground his body onto hers, holding on to both legs from below, sticking them to his sides. He lifted her hips to his thrusting body, going deep with every move. Her hips collided with his pelvic muscles, clapping loudly; their grunts and moans resounding in the empty building.
Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each rhythmic push, glazed with her sweat. Her tied hands reached around, trying to hook his neck, but his hand pushed her arms up, forcing her down.
His hand trailed down her arm and gripped her neck, gentle enough to not hurt her, but strong enough to pin her to the table.
"Not a chance," he growled. "Take it, take your punishment. Like how you wanted it!"
His cock went in, rough and hard, forgetting any kind of gentleness; blatantly beating her inner walls.
“Fuck me! Yes! Punish me! Ah ah!”
Harley screamed in agonizing ecstasy. She was coming close to her climax, her walls contracted, tightening around his cock. It was an intolerable pleasure for Ghost, as he too was coming close.
Her essence flowed, wetting his cock and trickling down from the table. Each thrust squelched and brought out even more. The nasty sounds made his movements even wilder, heavenly to his ears.
“Fuuc…” She clenched her hands, her toes curled up, and her body shuddered.
With a single hard thrust from Ghost, she came with soul-shattering intensity. Her damp, clenching walls sucked him in harder, causing his control to break. He convulsed against her with harsh groans.
With a jarring, pulsing explosion of bliss, he allowed his molten juices to blend with hers, filling her up to the brim.
It was the longest, hottest release of his life.
“Gahh!”
He could feel both their bodies slowly relaxing, weakening after the fierce session of fucking. A bit of the drug in his system pushed out through his sweat and heavy movements. He was lucky they didn’t push too much into his bloodstream.
He rolled over and dropped his body beside her, gradually gulping his saliva to coat his dry throat and steadying his breath. “That was… Intense,” he muttered, pulling the balaclava back down.
Releasing a long breath, Harley snuggled up on his arm and traced the muscles of his abdomen with, “That was fun.” She smiled with a hint of a giggle.
Ghost took the knife and sliced the belt on her wrist. He could see her beautiful face looking at him, still a bit flushed but entirely happy. The evening had fallen, and all that illuminated her curving sensual figure was the moonlight through the window.
Harley suddenly sat up and used two fingers to whistle loudly, like a coach on a training field.
“What the…?” Ghost was a bit startled as he saw two hyenas entering, one with a bag on its back.
He sat up and pulled up his pants from his ankles.
“Oh, don’t worry. This is Lou and Bud! My bestest, most cutest, buddies!” She smiled widely and got off the table, shrugging off the remnants of her tattered vacation clothes.
She stood up, giving Ghost a complete view of her body. Her pale white skin and her seductive naked figure in those high heels of hers were firmly planted in his memory from now on.
Harley took out some clothes from Lou’s bag and wore them, slowly pulling up her fishnet stockings and her short shorts. And covering her perfect peaks with a short top; 'Daddy's Lil Monster,' it read. Ghost couldn’t believe there was such a woman in these parts. Her every movement was enticing.
“Cough... umm… Who are you, really?” Ghost awkwardly asked as he watched her tie her hair up into two ponytails.
Harley smiled, her tongue trailing her pearly white teeth, “Call me Harley.” She winked and turned around towards the open door.
She held the door frame, “See you around, Casper…”
“It’s … Ghost!” His voice trailed off as he saw she wasn’t there anymore, and her two hyenas had also left out the door.
“Bloody funkin’ hell…” He rubbed his head, still a little in disbelief.
Right, I'll see you around… I guess.
