End: Why Don't We Start With Your Face, YOU CHEATING BITCH

Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were in love. Yet it wasn't exactly a positive relationship. They were both insane. Insanely in love, but insane.

Something that Lois Lane immediately began to appreciate when Harley grabbed her girlfriend's head and smashed it into the reporter's asshole.

What followed for the rest of Lois Lane's night out was a bit of a blur. Bits and pieces would come back to Lois in the days and nights to come, although she would never remember all the events in their exact sequence.

Lois remembered Harley Quinn grinding her pussy on the back of Poison Ivy's head as the redhead's tongue dug into Lois Lane's asshole.

Back-to-back with Harley, in a squat, "watering the flowers" by masturbating over Ivy's body until they squirted.

Harley's baseball bat stretched Lois's poor asshole to almost the breaking point—and then being guided to plunge the handle into Ivy's own butthole.

The dull curiosity as Ivy rolled the blunt. It was Lois Lane's first marijuana cigarette since university. Harley's laughter as the reporter coughed on the smoke.

Being **** to write a bad check, Harley's hand on Lois Lane's wrist as Ivy's tongue flicked across the reporter's clit.

Flashing Lois Lane's tits at the traffic cop as they drove down the sleepy streets of Metropolis.

Milked like a cow by Ivy. Those strong hands squeezed Lois Lane's breasts as little warm squirts of lactic goodness fell into Harley's waiting mouth.

Naked on the beach at the waterpark, the three of them dancing to music only they could hear, howling at the moon...

Prank calls. Lois Lane had been tied up as they used her smartphone. Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Superman...Harley had spread the reporter's asscheeks to show off her bare asshole, red and swollen from all of the night's action, and send that to Superman... "Ready 4 action!" Harley had typed in.

Then, sometime near the end of the night, when the weed was gone, the booze was drunk, and they were fucked out...Lois remembered being face-down in a bowl of her own breastmilk, a spiked collar around her neck, and she watched as Ivy and Harley just sort of nuzzled together side-by-side, and for reasons Lois couldn't express she just began to cry...

Then it was morning.

Dawn broke over Metropolis with yellow rays that pierced the clouds and turned glass-fronted buildings into mirrors of flame. The reporter shivered in the cold air, and someone laid a sheet over her. Gently, a familiar voice said:

"Lois," and touched her wrist. The reporter tried to move her hand...and heard the clink of metal on metal, felt the cold steel of a handcuff bracelet.

Her eyes opened. Superman knelt by her side. Zatanna and Wonder Woman stood over her. The reporter blinked and took in the open sky, that she was nude beneath Superman's crimson cape, that she was handcuffed to a flagpole, atop a building...and Lois looked up and saw the great brass sphere atop the Daily Planet.

"Urrgugh," Lois managed, as sudden pain hit her. Hangover. Her tits felt heavy. Her asshole ached. She remembered Ivy telling her that Lois could only cum from her ass from now on. The reporter wondered if that was the marijuana talking.

"Where's Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy?" Superman said.

"I...I don't know..." Lois said. She stared at him and blushed. "Did I send you...any pictures last night...?"

"All of us," Zatanna said, and held up her phone. "You sent an SOS that Ivy had rewired your brain and you needed your ass fucked or you would never cum again."

"You texted me that you needed pussy-licking lessons," Wonder Woman said, a smile on her face.

"Oh God," Lois flushed with embarrassment. "It's all...the whole night out...it's such a blur..."

Lois had some spare clothes in her office. There was coffee in the canteen. The heroes stayed with her, as Lois tried to piece together what had happened. Yet she couldn't remember what had happened with Harley and Ivy.

"They just looked so...peaceful," Lois said, after her third cup of coffee.

"Well, it could have been worse," Superman said...and Lois Lane could not look into that innocent face and tell whether or not the Man of Steel was joking or completely serious.