Mary Jane licked her full, heavily made-up lips. The Enforcers just walked in the door of the bar - three thugs that her pathetic husband had fought a few times. Fancy Dan, Montana and The Ox. Her nipples got hard at the sight of them, especially the big one called Ox. She immediately imagined all three of them filling her mouth, ass and pussy at the same time. She sauntered on over to them, dressed in a tight black tube top and shredded daisy dukes that made her look every inch a cheap whore. She bent down low, elbows on their table, to give them a view of her gorgeous tits with her full ass high in the air.
"Hey, boys, I'm M- Cherry. You want some company?"
***
"Just give in and let him fuck you, Harley. It's sooooo good."
Harley Quinn grit her teeth, trying to ignore the sudden wildfire in her pussy, pushing away the whispering blonde former superheroine.
"Scram! I ain't gonna be some skank just cause you doped me with your gross magic jizz! Undo it or I'll beat ya senseless and I'm not talking about handjobs!"
The former Boomerang just laughed at that and moved over to a book case.
"You know, they told me you were funny but I didn't believe them. Here, take your best shot Bubble Butt."
He stuck out a jaw that Harley found distressingly handsome and waited for her to deliver a punch, only for her to flip up and deliver a kick instead . . . much to her chagrin.
"Owowowowowowow OW!" Harley squealed in pain as her foot connected with what felt like solid steel and she landed hard on her butt.
"Yeah, I'm invulnerable, cute stuff. So, good luck with the beating. Not even that superstrong piece of ass behind you can do more than leave some nice scratches down my back. How about you follow me instead and I'll just show you what doing this the hard way looks like?"
He lifted a book and the shelf slipped away, revealing a secret door. He presented an eyeball and the metal door slid open. He arrogantly gestured to have Harley follow him without even looking back. She slapped away a helping hand from Cumslut Marvel and got to her feet, thankful for the pain in her shin distracting her from the throb in her pussy and the increasing warmth in her tits.
"What's down here, your secret lair?" grumbled Harley.
"Ha! No, too cliche. I'm not some maniac who wants to rule the world like that psycho Doom or one of those alien warlords like Darkseid. I'm just a guy who likes living the good life. Of course, some people see a guy take over Hydra, the Maggia and all the organized crime in Gotham City as well as Wayne Enterprises and they get a little cranky about it."
He put his palm on another door and the hallway opened up to a lounge that made the previous bachelor pad look restrained. This wasn't a panic room, it was a panic penthouse, if that. Even an agitated Harley had to let out a low whistle.
"Thought for sure you were gonna show me your evil science lab where you made up your addictive spunk or somethin'. By the way, I'm still not gonna fuck you!" she added with a raspberry.
Fred chuckled.
"They all say that. At first. You know, it's gonna be fun having you around. I mean, I never saw myself as the monologue type but you make yourself the smartest guy in the world and it just doesn't feel right to not have somebody to brag about your evil deeds to, y'know?"
Harley snorted.
"If you're so smart, how come I only feel a little randy instead of- unggh!"
Harley gasped as the halter top she wore torn down the front, her titties suddenly growing as her pussy suddenly went into overdrive. While the halter top held in place, the sensation of her nipples and titflesh against the cotton suddenly felt wonderful, their sensitivity upped by several factors of magnitude.
"It's been ten minutes, has it? Nice. See, every ten minutes you go without me snapping my fingers or getting an even numbered dose of my cum, your libido doubles, your IQ drops 10 points and you go up one cup size. Which is great, because let's face it, you could use a little upgrade upstairs."
Harley moaned softly.
"Oh, jeez! Nuh-uh! A C-cup was a good size, I could fit into anything and- ohhh, fuck!" she moaned, rubbing her taut thighs together, trying to stench the flood from her pussy somehow. "I mean, not fuck but fuck you! I mean not fuck you but- ooh, I hate you!"
Fred laughed again, harder this time.
"Hey, keep fighting as long as you want, it doesn't matter to me. Let me show you the all time champion for fighting back before you decide being my little jizz junkie isn't the worst thing in the world."
He walked up to another door, a bedroom this time and opened it. Harley's jaw dropped as she saw the woman inside. The exotic brunette had tits that made She-Hulk look flat-chested, each one bigger than her head. Her heavily lidded eyes had a dull stupidity to them underneath the pure lust as she looked up to stare at Fred Meyers.
"Fuck? Master fuck?" she moaned, falling on her back and spreading her long legs wide while mauling her oversized boobs. "Uh! Master! Master fuck! Please fuck so horny fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Harley gasped.
"Izzat-"
"Elektra, in the flesh - so to speak." Fred said with a smile as he began taking off his clothes. "Some of my business rivals sent her my way to end my life but luckily, I have excellent security. She lasted almost 3 whole hours, can you believe it? Now she's mostly just a pair of tits that begs to get fucked nonstop."
"Fuck? Fuuuuuuuuck!" wailed the former assassin turned brainless fucktoy, writhing with blind, raw need.
He undid his pants and slid out his impressive cock with a smirk.
"Now, Harley, do you want to end up like her or do you want to go ahead and show Daddy Myers what those blonde pigtails of yours look like bobbing up and down on my dick?