Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Is Harley Quinn watching?

Harley Is Watching...But She's Not Alone

"That is disgusting."

The voice dripped with disdain. Harley Quinn, her head aching, bound and gagged, stared at the monitor with her one good eye, the other already swollen shut.

"Is this what you two degenerates get up to when you're not locked up in Arkham?" The caped crusader held the crossbow so that the wooden tip pressed into the back of the blonde villain's head. Harley, for her part, could only stare at her lover's overflowing cunt, all the jizz flowing down into her womb...

The Clown Princess of Crime let out a little moan and wriggled in her bonds.

The Huntress stared at the screen, and then back down to Harley.

"Jesus Christ. Are you getting off on this? You sick, twisted, demented..." the Huntress repressed a shudder and looked back at the screen. "Oh. My. God. Is that Lois Lane? What the hell is she doing here? Did you **** her? Are you blackmailing her to be part of your perverted sex games?"

Harley shook her head, her one good eye still focused on the screen. Her hands worked at the bonds. A part of Harley knew if she hadn't been so distracted with the show, she would have heard this bat-bitch sneaking up on her.

The bound villain managed to peel her eye off of the screen to glance at Huntress. The caped crusader was staring at the screen oblivious to all else, utterly lost in her revulsion and fascination. Which gave Harley an idea...