Reality Bending and Slave Harem in DC

Omen grabbed Harley by the hips, pulled her up, and ripped her jester suit open down the back like it was tissue. Her fat ass bounced free, both cheeks jiggling like they were made of water, and her pussy and tight pink asshole were now on full, shameless display. 

Both were smooth as glass, completely hairless, and her pussy was soaked, dripping and twitching like it was trying to breathe on its own.

But Omen's eyes locked on her pink asshole as it was clenching and relaxing as if it was trying to talk to him. 

He didn't even bother to comment or say anything to Harley; he just raised a hand and slapped her ass hard enough to make it jiggle all over again. The impact echoed through the limo; her cheeks rippled under his palm. Harley squealed through a packed mouth, her forehead thunking against the window. "M-mmmnghk!"

Omen's cock scent still clung to her face, leaking into her brain, 

has Omen's fingers spread her cheeks wide, eyes zeroed in on her twitching pink asshole, then, he rewrote her body completely, permanently cleaned out from the inside with no waste, bowel movements or anything gross ever again until he needed it. Harley's insides were now spotless, pink, and ready for use anytime, anyplace, probably cleaner than most sterile surgery rooms.

She didn't shit anymore, sure, but her insides still reeked like sweat, stink, and love juices. Her body looked flawless, but her smell and taste stayed the same, then he dove in, tongue-first.

His mouth smashed between her cheeks and shoved deep, lapping at her asshole with long, slow strokes. Harley shrieked with her mouth still full, eyes bulging as her knees nearly gave out. "M-mmmfhk! F-fuhhhckk!"

She couldn't even talk now, not really. Just grunts and slurred moans as her mouth was stuffed with thick drool and smegma, the mix bubbling at her lips and spilling down her chin. Every time she tried to speak, her jaw trembled and a messy bluhhghkk would come out, spraying more drool across the divider.

From the front seat, the limo driver stared straight ahead, both hands white-knuckling the wheel. His skin looked pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. He said nothing, did nothing, and couldn't even if he had wanted to. What was he supposed to do? Interrupt the loud sex of the new boss and the known mass murderer? Hell nah!

"Ghhhnnkk—s'strighhhhhh—" Harley gagged, her face smashing against the divider as Omen tongue-fucked her ass hard. "D-dowwwwnn Blehhh—m-mmmhnff—Blehhhke! Yuh—mmfhh—ya gehhh tuh—gehhh tuh duh—mmnnk—Kord thingy—waaarehhhowsh!"

Omen grunted into her ass, and the vibration made her whole body convulse with her legs shaking like she was riding a jackhammer. His tongue shoved deep, twisting and curling inside her pink hole, slurping every twitch like he was sucking down a thick milkshake.

"Ngghhh—muh-muh—muhhhdyy one—no', thuh—mmghh—the uhhhdder stinky pet shop!" she shrieked, her voice ruined by the smegma and filth sloshing in her cheeks, drool flying with every word.

Her hips rolled back into his face, chasing the tongue with needy, filthy rhythm. Her cheeks were flushed red and her eyes glazed over and crossed as her pussy was dripping enough to leave long trails across the seat, her thighs slick and shaking.

"Y-ya—nnnffffuhhhck—ya want meh tuh tuh-tawk like dis?!" she slurred, a stupid grin plastered across her face as she drooled more down her chin. "I—I shhhound like I'm—hhrrrghhh—spittin' orders thru Bane's ass-crack!"

Another deep tongue thrust made Harley's whole body jerk like she'd been shocked. She moaned, squealed, and smashed both hands against the divider.

"JUSSSTT—fuhhhhk—EAT MY ASSSSSHHH!" she screamed as the driver finally stopped next to a rundown building on the west side of Gotham as Harley let the mixture in her mouth fall out of her insides, squirting all over Omen's face as her anus contracted on his tongue, not wanting to let him go.

Omen pulled back from Harley's gaping, soaked asshole and stared at the way it twitched and stretched, spit and pussy juice dripping from it in thick, shiny strings. He licked his lips and slapped hard her ass again making the whole thing ripple like a water balloon. "Four million now," he told her, "since you had the nerve to drop my smegma."

Harley didn't argue with it as she couldn't; she was still dazed, drooling and swaying on her knees like she was high off the whole thing, "Driver," Omen called out, snapping his fingers, "open the damn door," and without a word, the driver scrambled out and opened the back door. 

Omen stepped out like a king, adjusting his pants lazily while the driver reached in to help Harley, who was wobbling like a baby deer, her legs barely holding her up. Long strands of drool—or maybe squirt—swung from her thighs and ass. The lower part of her suit was ruined, clinging to her in wet, glossy patches, and the smell of drool and squirt was so strong it made the driver clench his nose.

"Lead the way," Omen ordered, staring at her ass as she stumbled forward, "take me to Ivy's place."

Harley nodded weakly and started walking, every step shaky and slow as she did her best to not stumble down or squirt all over again from the ripples of pleasure or the phantom sensation of Omen's tongue as her ass bounced like crazy, still red from the spanking. 

Omen followed right behind her, eyes locked on the jiggle, breathing slow and steady like he was watching his favourite show.

They reached the third floor of a run-down apartment building, stopping at a door just next to the stairwell. Harley knocked lazily with the side of her fist.

"Ivy! C'mon, open up!" she shouted, voice hoarse and slurred. "I brought somethin' fun!"

A few seconds passed, then the door cracked open as Ivy stood there in full costume. Her skin was lime green and flawless like Harley's ass, and her beautiful face was framed by long red hair. Her body looked sculpted, with a narrow waist, wide hips and big tits straining against her deep green leotard. There was so much cleavage showing, Omen could see the dark green rings of her areola poking out.

She didn't smile as Harley waved her hand in greeting, looking rather annoyed, "Harley," Ivy sighed, leaning on the doorframe, "I told you I had plans today, remember I told you about blowing up a chemical company HQ? And—who the hell's this guy?"

Omen stepped forward without hesitation as she groped Harley's ass. "Portent," he said with a smooth voice. "Soon I'll be fucking your tits."

He flicked his fingers and just like that reality warped yet again. He should probably make flicking his finger his signature move now. As for Ivy and Harley, both were now cock-hungry freaks who jerked off together all the time and bitched about small dicks as their hobby, neither realising anything had changed.

Ivy blinked at him, raised a brow, then shrugged. "Well, shit, you should've said that first," she said with a picarous smile, "come on in."

Harley stumbled inside first and flopped onto Ivy's couch, making a wet slap sound as her soaked suit met the couch's fabric. "Hey, Ivy," she said, wiggling in her mess, "can you give Omen some of that weird meat tea you make? The one with the spicy bits?"

Ivy rolled her eyes but closed the door behind them. "Fine, fine," she said. "You bring some guy who talks about titfucking, and now I'm supposed to serve drinks too?" She turned toward the kitchen, ass swaying as she walked, "You better hope you brought a good enough dildo and not that shitass replica of Joker's micropenis! I hate that thing!"

The driver was lucky to have driven Harley to Poison's Ivy place before, because her directions made zero sense, and the sound of a man eating ass certainly didn't help with concentration.

Ivy came back from the kitchen with three steaming mugs and a tired expression all across her face as she watched Harley soak her couch. "Here," she said, handing one to Omen, another to Harley and the last one to herself. "Special batch, made with Steak meat extract, some African carnivorous bee pollen, and bull bone marrow that probably shouldn't be legal... Or it's probably not legal, I don't really know my plug never clarified that to me"

Omen took the mug but didn't drink from it, just watched Ivy and Harley as their conversation unfolded.

Ivy sipped hers without hesitation, one swallow after another, with her shoulders relaxing fast, too fast, probably. She plopped down on the couch beside Harley, her smell crawling up to her nose and a familiar heat in her pussy and womb. "Ugh, forgot how spicy this one is," she said, shifting in her seat.

Harley leaned in and grabbed Ivy's thigh without thinking, "Ya always forget, dumbass," she said, giggling as her fingers crept higher, "you get one sip in and your nips start tryin' to break through that costume."

Ivy rolled her eyes, but her tits were definitely swelling, with her nipples poking hard through the tight green fabric, the soft rise of her breath getting heavier by the second. "Shut up," she snapped, but her voice had a wet little moan laced into it.

Omen leaned forward and flicked his right hand, making reality warp, with their memories rewritten. In one blink, Harley and Ivy both remembered every shared blowjob they'd ever given to a dildo, every time they'd played strip-dare, every night they'd snuggled after riding a 10-inch dildo, they were now best friends in cock who cummed in sync and argued over cock size like other girls argued about dresses.

"God," Harley said, blinking hard, then laughing, "why does it feel like I've seen you gag on more dick than I've had hot meals?"

Ivy coughed into her mug, then groaned, spreading her legs slightly on instinct, "because you have, probably," she said with her face red, "fucking hell, I remember... the Riddler's bachelor party, you ate my pussy like crazy at that dirty bathroom while the penguin was taking a shit."

"Pfft," Harley shot back, winking, "and you took it in the ass after he left the bathroom, hahaha!"

They both started laughing and moving closer to each other, their thighs pressed together now with a familiar heat rising off their bodies like steam. Ivy tilted her mug back again, draining it. Her lime green skin glowed with heat now as her body slightly twitched as her nipples throbbed harder against her suit.

"Holy shit," she breathed, "this tea's got me dripping…"

Harley grabbed Ivy's left tit like it was muscle memory and leaned in, biting her lip. "It's like high school again," she said, then turned to Omen, licking her lips, "You're gettin' double-head, sugar, take that as an extra."

Ivy didn't argue with that as she reached back and peeled her top down to free her tits, big, green, and bouncing, and slid to her knees with Harley beside her "C'mon, big guy," Ivy said, voice already breathy and steamy, "let me suck the stress outta your balls."

Harley added with a sloppy grin, "Hope you got stamina, bossman. We're synchronised swimmers. Just, y'know... with spit."