Harley Succumbs

In her varied career as a villain, a hero, and that grey in-between life that veered between the two, Harley Quinn had felt all kinds of control. Sometimes, it was like her body was being piloted by someone else, and Harley was just along for the ride, like a pilot in a mecha. Other times, it was a deeper, more fundamental and overwhelming sort of control: irresistible commands that Harley followed automatically, without question, like a mindless robot. Rarely, and this was scary for a psychologist, it was no less pervasive but more subtle: a suggestion that wormed its way into Harley's brain and made her want to do as she was told, of her own volition.

Yet what flowed out of Lois Lane was different. Not control, not exactly. Like an infectious madness. A subtle shift in reality. At once jarring and yet oddly natural. It was so easy to just think like Lois Lane...or at least, like Lois Lane in her state of madness...

Which is why Harley Quinn's eyes were drawn to the gaping asshole of her beloved and found it engrossing. Each little bump on that pale pert butt stood out to her in high definition. The Clown Princess of Crime's heart fluttered and her pussy throbbed as it seemed to half-collapse for a moment, and then Lois Lane's fingers drew it wide again. Harley found herself breathing in and out through her mouth, drawing in the scent, the taste of her lover as she leaned forward.

Tentatively, Harley's tongue stretched out. She felt the tension in the little ring of muscle as she delicately explored it. The taste was a bit like licking a steak. There was no bitterness, no foul smell, nor fertilizer texture. Just the clean skin and integument, slightly salty from Ivy's sweat...and as Harley grew bolder she let her tongue circle the rim, only blocked by the reporter's fingers, and Harley began to moan.

"That's it, sluts," Lois Lane said. "You cunts don't know how lucky you are. You have someone to fuck all the time! You should be licking each other's assholes every day. I haven't had a cock in my snatch in months, and the first night I go for a night out, a couple of supervillain bitches decide to dose me with shit and turn me into the meat in their crap relationship sandwich."

Harley moaned as she pressed her tongue deeper, into the dark, warm cave of Ivy's anus. The reporter's fingers pulled out and the muscle closed down, seemed to suck on Harley's tongue, to draw her in deeper. The two women felt locked together in an erotic circuit as Lois Lane's madness infected them both.

"Fucking amateurs. I'll show you what love is..." Lois Lane said, as she extricated herself and moved behind Harley, to tear off the villain's clothes. "...I'll make you love each other..."