They Want To Get Fucked Together

"Oh Harls," Ivy said, as her red hair hung down. The pale plant-villain's body moved against her lover's, sensitive nipples pressed against hard, muscular bodies "Isn't this romantic?"

"Ives," Harley Quinn whispered as she stared up at her lover. "This is the best birthday present anyone's ever gotten me.

Lois Lane said nothing. She just blushed and moved her hips, to drive the multi-pronged strap-on in and out of all four of the two women's holes.

The sex swing was constructed of superstrong vines that dangled from the ceiling. The dildoes and custom strap-on harness had come from Harley Quinn's collection. Lois Lane got to work the vines and pump her hips as the two villainous lovebirds kissed and fondled one another. The reporter watched Poison Ivy's ass, the hole nearest her, as the lubricated dildo slid in and out of it.

Is this really what being a sex slave is like? The reporter wondered. She had been captured dozens of times, and had faced sexual harassment or molestation, but this was a first. Instead of being the subject of sexual conquest, she was just the cheap labor. The dildos were spread out along her lower abdomen to better line up with Ivy's holes, so even the act of fucking wasn't doing much for her.

This sucks! Lois Lane thought, a blush on her cheeks as Harley and Ivy moaned and writhed, double-penetrated by their pheromone-addled minion...and all the reporter could do was stew in her own sexual frustration.