Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane say to Harley Quinn?

On Your Knees

It might have been the narcotic fog released from Ivy's plants. Or some peculiar quirk of Harley Quinn's psychology, which had been subservient to the Joker for so long, and was so responsive to crazy. Perhaps it was simply the raw sexual magnetism of Lois Lane's gaze, coupled with some incipient psychic talent that had been awakened by the chemicals that Harley Quinn had dosed the reporter with.

Whatever the case, the bottomless villain dropped hard to her knees, the bat still in her hands.

"Ow," Harley Quinn said, as she registered the shooting pains from her dead weight dropped onto her knees.

Ivy moaned as Lois Lane slid her fingers in and out of the plant-woman's overstretched ass. The redhead hadn't even registered her girlfriend's appearance.

Lois Lane's eyes narrowed.

"Crawl over here," the reporter ordered.

Harley blinked...but her body was already on the move. She dragged her bat along the floor, and on all floors the Clown Princess of Crime obediently crawled around the bound Poison Ivy, until Harley was behind Lois Lane. The smell of the room was as fragrant as a meadow in spring...but beneath the floral reek, there was a familiar smell of sweat and sex, a heady musk that made Harley's stomach flutter and her heart pound harder.

"Look," Lois ordered, and she brought her other hand down to cover Ivy's pussy. The reporter's thumb caught the rim of the villain's asshole and pulled up, even as her four fingers pushed down...and Harley looked over Lois' shoulder, into the depths of her girlfriend's colon. Saw where the pale green skin faded to pink...and then red...and then the darkness where no light shined.

"She's so empty," the reporter said. "And you're going to fill her up."