Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
Mary giggled, she'd heard this rhyme when she was just a little child though the meaning had never really meant as much to her as it did now. Soaking in this strange chemical bath, her mind assaulted and fucked with like a horny
bitch.
Mary laughed, the mixture being absorbed in to her skin turning it pale and her hair fire engine red. It was interacting with her magic in a strange way. The Wisdom of Sluts, her mind was filled with a vast amount of pornographic
knowledge. To be able to look at a client and know just what will turn him or her on. Yes all those cocks and pretty maids all in a row just waiting for her.
Mary cackled, the garden would be made up of the bodies but where would she get the bodies. She'd cut them up and bury the pieces and make such a wonderful garden. She would sleep with them and if they couldn't satisfy her hunger
and kinks well that was the only thing they were good for.
Mary screamed, as the Joker and Harley hoisted her out taking her away from the madness and she struggled to keep her head submerged as long as possible in the black goo. It slid off her body revealing her physical changes, most
prominently her large boobs which now filled out the skin tight latex outfit she was wearing.
“Wow that bird is done, lower her down Harley and lets wipe some of this off.” Joker looked excitedly at the changed woman. How she reacted during this next bit would prove if all the money he'd given for this was worth the investment.
Her outfit had absorbed the goo and taken on a latex texture so that it clung to the top half of her body from the neck to the tips of her finger tips. The lightning on her chest had changed position so that it went almost vertically across. The short skirt,
looked a bare movement or a weak breeze from revealing her genitals and her boots went up to her knees and looked to have a heel that wouldn't be out of place on a stripper that spent more time on the pole than on the walk.
Mary calmed down as the goo was wiped off her body and the homo-erotic porn was lifted from her eyes. Looking at the couple of sideshow freaks taking care of her, seeing the clear signs of their recent sexual activity, she wanted
to bash their heads together and finish them off. Stick that pale meat in her cunny as she quaffed the harlequin’s filled vag.
Mary knew just the way to do it so that she'd get to enjoy them for hours before she decided if they were worth keeping alive for follow up screws. No point in losing a valuable toy till she broke it.
Joker got a shrewd look on his face, “You don't say. Trust me Mary, we are going to rock your world.”
Oh she'd said that part allowed. Mary let out a chortle, most un-lady like. Maybe if she tried saying what she was thinking instead of thinking what she was saying, “I really think that we should get to the rockin', otherwise I'll
have to plant you in my garden.”
Which had that been? Oh the Joker was talking to her again.
“And if we're rocking, what name should Harley call out when she peaks?” Joker leered at Mary.
Yes she'd figured it out, “I'm Mary Contrary.”
All three of them got a good laugh out of that. Mary hoped they wouldn't disappoint, she hadn't found the perfect spot to bury them yet.