Check In On Kontagion And Harley Quinn

"Tapping out already, Harley? God you really are fucking useless. Can't even last five hours?"

Following her rebirth as the beautiful, baleful Kontagion, the woman formerly known as Supergirl decided a celebration was in order. Venting a mountain of lust and frustration, Kontagion began a marathon fuck session with her bubbly, obedient ****, mercilessly fucking Harley Quinn for hours without end. Kontagion's Kryptonian stamina (enhanced further by her mutation) gave her more than enough energy to participate, but Harley...

"Bwaah... guuh..."

Harley was reduced to a babbling, gibbering wreck, totally exhausted and barely conscious, her eyes unfocused and mouth wide-open, tongue lolling out and drooling uncontrollably. Kontagion smirked, finding Harley's state amusing and fitting, finishing the marathon with one final thrust, one final orgasm.

"Well, I certainly feel better," the corrupted super said, rising to the air. "But what to do now?"

She surveyed the dingy, disused dump of a warehouse, the only things of worth to her being the vat of black, bubbling, wonderfully noxious mutagenic sludge and the equipment used to contain and maintain it. Harley had equipment that could evaporate and aerosolize the chemical mixture, as she had done before, and Kontagion certainly could just go about randomly spreading clouds of toxic gas around the world and seeing what sort of monsters she could create, but no. Even with her desire to inflict chaos and carnage, it was too random and would make her too obvious a target. However powerful she was, she would need more minions besides a clown who couldn't even fuck right.

Kontagion skimmed the black toxic stew, delighting in the sensation of the thick, oily substance against her bleached skin, reveling in the orgasmic, powerful sensations it awoke in her. She was searching for the one thing she had on her person she knew would've survived her dip: her Justice League communicator.

If she made any big moves too fast, those idiotic do-gooders would spoil her fun before it could begin. She needed more minions, more power, in order to bath the Earth and poison and rule the resulting wasteland.

"Hello, Justice League?" Kontagion spoke into the device, her dark, husky voice rising in tone to the simpering lilting voice of her former self. Her stomach roiled even performing this act. "This is Supergirl. I'm in need of assistance and want to convene a small team together to discuss and strategize. Anyone who receives this call, please meet me tomorrow at 6 PM at the Hall of Justice. Supergirl out."

Smirking at herself, Kontagion turned back to Harley, who was either sleeping or passed out. Either way, it irritated Kontagion enough to kick her henchwoman around. "Get up, Quinn!" she barked "We have things to do and places to be." When Harley didn't so much as stir, Kontagion snarled with rage, grabbing the woman by the ankle and tossing her across the room...

...And into the vat of mutagen, where she landed with a thick, goopy *SPLAAAKH*

"...Now look what you made me do," Kontagion growled. "You better come out of there as something useful. And don't take too long, we have a date in Washington."