While sweet innocent Starfire was getting assfucked by Lex Luthor, Luthor's assistant was enjoying another sweet innocent product of Bimburg.
"Harder, you little green bitch," Mercy Grave snarled. "Make your tongue longer, you stupid cunt!"
She pulled hard on Miss Martian's hair as the bodyguard ground her dripping crotch against the alien girl's face. Miss Martian had made her tongue ridiculously long and stuffed it deep into Mercy.
"Lick my fucking twat clean!"
Mercy had to admit that the new perks for working for Mr. Luthor were pretty fucking great. While he fucked his favourite alien whore, Mercy could enjoy that bitch's bff. Miss Martian had the same super sweet innocent act that Starfire did, and it was fucking hot to see them in their bright colours, orange and green, asking for some help to pay for car repairs.
But honestly, right now Mercy just liked using the Martian's face as a fucking dildo.
Miss Martian moaned. She was feeling pretty jealous of Star -- cock cum was better than pussy cum. But she also knew it wasn't her place to complain and be a bitch. Mr. Luthor was paying for her to lick Ms. Grave's pussy, and that was what was important.
* * *
Meanwhile, in Homemaker Hills, the neighborhood's most popular psychiatrist smiled as she adjusted some papers in her office. She was dressed in a very stylish red pantsuit with a black shirt and red tie, and wore her blonde hair in a stylish bun. The psychiatrist idly sucked the end of her glasses as she looked over some of her patients.
Ironically, though Bimburg had reduced a lot of women into ridiculous semi-intelligent parodies, it had actually made Harley Quinn smarter, calmer, and more in control. After all, the community needed a good psychologist to make sure all clients were doing well, and that everyone was comfortable with their new role in life. Dr. Harleen Quinzel was considered the best for the job.
Dr. Quinzel smiled wickedly as she glanced over Miss Martian and Donna's files. She loved her job. Helped all these superfools being bizarre kinky parodies. It was a lot of funny. Made her laugh and cream at the same time. And it wasn't as if she was being such a bad person. After all, they were all made to enjoy it at the end. Lois Lane felt like she was living in a fairy tale, being Lex Luthor's mindless little wifey, and Starfire had discovered that nothing was better than being pumped full of yummy cum.
Harley moaned as she slid a hand down her pants to rub her clit.
And she had been doing such a good job helping this poor things that Harley had given gotten the opportunity to make some requests of her own, and get some people changed to her own taste in Bimberg.
* * *
"Hey, girls, how are you doing?" Lois gushed.
"Mmmm, great, Lo-Lo," Barbie Gordon gave Lois a big hug and a kiss.
"I've just been baking the biggest rhubarb pie," Ivy said. "My pudding will just squeal when she smells it!"
Ivy was dressed in a cute green frilly dress and sunhat that she knew Harley thought was so cute. She loved being so domestic for her smart, handsome breadwinner of a wife -- Dr. H!
* * *
"You like the view?" Jim asked as he worked on the car.
Donna nodded, her eyes wandering all over Jim's pects and muscular arms. Men were -- she hadn't noticed how fascinating men could be. Big strong men with all those muscles. Her legs almost felt like they were turning to mush.