Luthor muses about his plan, as Luthor does.

“Y’know, I’m starting to think Gotham isn’t as safe a city as it’s made out to be.” Harley Quinn reclined against the side of the police van, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “Sure, there’s all the crime, and corruption, and the disasters, and us, I guess. But a girl should be able to bust up a city block without a—mmm, yeah, that’s it—a buncha cops thinking they can get handsy with her!” Her dramatic sigh rose in pitch and volume, transitioning into a full-blown lusty moan. She decided not to drum her fingers on her leg, heedless of what they were actually doing: burrowing into her own pussy with mindless fury, a hole so drenched with honey it practically shone in the bland florescent light. “Seriously, I think Sargent Barerra frisked me so…_hah, hah, haaaaa_rd I’m wondering if villain health insurance covers mammograms. Oh! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck, you think we can sue them for harassment?”

Lex Luthor smirked at her, then returned to wrinkling his nose. The smell of sex had filled the van to capacity, the result of five women all hurling themselves into depravity like amateur camgirls four hours into a cosplay show. Harley, naked and pale white below her mask, had her legs stretched nearly across the entire space, a feat of athleticism that let her hump her fingers nearly as hard as they slammed into her cunt. On one side of her, Killer Frost hunched over with her wrists between her legs, grinding the metal base of her handcuffs until they iced over, with her eyes cloudier than usual and her tongue nearly dry from lolling out. On the other, Star Sapphire put her concentration into defying her power-dampening manacles, not to break free of police custody but to create a floating energy dildo, which spun and fucked her until she squirted yet again onto Harley’s extended leg. Even Tsukuri, normally so stoic and silent, ignored them all as usual, mumbling and staring at the wall, her fingers an absolute blur around her clit. And Tala? She was getting what she’d always wanted. None of the women actively participated with each other because they didn’t notice anything amiss—in fact, they didn’t even consciously know what they were doing to themselves. He owed his excellent view to the amulets, the bronze discs resting atop five pairs of naked, heaving breasts.

Star Sapphire came down from her high first, slumping after another floor-drenching orgasm and licking her purple lips. “It’s a clever idea, but I doubt it’s what our fearless leader had in mind.” Despite her overt sarcasm, she still rolled her hips as she looked at him, already working up to her next peak. “What part of your brilliant plan gets us all sent to prison?”

“Oh, God!” Harley bit her finger and arched her back, supporting her body only with her shoulders against the wall and the tips of her toes. “Yeah, babe, just like that! Just like that! Fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! Cumming, fuck, fuck, cumming, fuck, cum—”

“Shut up!” Killer Frost roared, almost as loud as the rest of Harley’s screams. Her grinding stopped only long enough for her to turn toward Harley, pointing her bare blue pussy at her orgasmic ally. “How the fuck am I supposed to think when you won’t stop screaming in my ear?!”

Star Sapphire laughed into a groan and back again as the dildo pushed even deeper. “Think? I wasn’t aware you could.”

“Bitch, I don’t have to think to twist that pointy mask into a knot around your neck.”

“Children,” Tsukuri muttered, and the room devolved into a screaming match. As soon as she could speak again Harley joined in, tossing blame for their failure all around the room. Lex chuckled at the sight, four women—even Tsukuri got into it, though she delivered more short, pointed barbs than expletive-laden tirades—jumping to point sex-soaked fingers in each other’s faces, shoving each other with no regard for the extended skin-on-skin contact, and still cumming their brains out regularly with their legs wrapped around each other. It was an excellent final push for his own orgasm shot deep into the womb of the slender, violet-haired witch in his lap. With an amulet of her own, she too felt an instinctual urge to masturbate heedless of her audience or conscious will. She just did it more directly than the others, by planting herself in Lex’s lap and riding him until her knees shuddered and her blank white eyes rolled.

She rubbed her back against his chest and nuzzled his neck, with a single hair flip as the only indication of anything out of place. “Ignore them, Lex. I understand your plan. You, me, a private holding cell, and all night to ourselves…” She put her best into seducing him, as she always did. To her nothing was different—she didn’t remember leaving her dress in a basement several miles away, she didn’t feel a draft from her small, perky breasts heaving in the open air, and she didn’t even notice Lex’s cock wedged inside her, locking in a fresh creampie. She only knew she lusted after him, a logical escalation from her standard flirtation. To her, everything was normal. That was the point.

Lex, however, noticed everything. The amulets didn’t work on men the way they worked on women, and he kept his wits about him despite the nude villains squawking and masturbating almost to the point of collapse. “Not tonight.” He lifted Tala off his dick and pushed her to her feet, ignoring the pathetic pout she returned. As soon as he was free, Tsukuri seized the opportunity, breaking from the fracas to take Tala’s place. Lex watched his new Asian lover settle in his lap, scowling at the other women while she sunk inch by inch until his full, cum-covered length rested inside her. He waved his hand at her as she began to bounce, even knowing Tala wouldn’t understand anything amiss with the sight. “By the time we reach our destination, I think I’ll be too drained for any extracurriculars. But don’t worry. Despite appearances, we’re still going by the plan.”

All the women stopped masturbating for a moment except for Tsukuri, who continued trying to wring another load of sperm out of Luthor’s dick. Harley, ever the talker, replied first. “Uh, not for nothin’, Lex, but this don’t feel like a win just yet.”

“Patience, ladies. We’re just getting started.” Lex smiled as the orgy picked back up, and the van filled with the familiar slaps and squelches he had come to know. “When we reach the jail and I get some time to myself, we enter phase two.”