Round 2

Harley cackles as she drags Vixen deeper into the alleyway. Lana looks as the wounded prey is dragged whimpering as blood paints the asphalt.

Harley drags Vixen to a wooden crate resting near a vent.

“Lana, dearest. Can you please set up the feeding table using these crates while I hold down our dinner?” Harley asks, seductively and endearly. Vixen whimpers as her skin is stinging from being scraped along the harsh alleyway.

“As you wish, my lover.” Lana says as she lifts up the crates and places them on the ground, creating a small table big enough for Vixen to lie on.

Lana and Harley lift up the girl onto the crates. Vixen weakly calls for help.

“Help… yourselves? My, what a generous pet!” Harley snickers, leaning closer to her bloody meal. Lana undresses Vixens net-leggings and licks Vixen’s pale, thick and sweet legs.

“Let’s share her evenly. I’ll have top, you’ll have below the waist.” Lana requests. Harley nods in agreement.