NOVEL NEXT Chapter 19: Harley & Helena
With the cure devised, all that was left was to find a way to distribute it to the affected women. When it came to Galatea, Kara, and Zatanna, that was a bit of a tall order. Two were incredibly powerful aliens on par with Superman, and the other was a magic-user who could do anything if she simply spoke the incantation backwards.
But, while those three would take a lot more planning to get the cure to, there were three more girls who would be easy enough to get at. Even if Barbara, Artemis, and Bette were all a bit beyond Harry and Ivy’s reach, that didn’t mean they were beyond Huntress’ reach. Indeed, Helena Bertinelli was their best shot at getting the cure to the three younger women, especially since Zatanna and the others were currently hunting Harry for all they were worth.
So long as they had Zatanna to magically track him, it would be a bad idea for him to leave Grimmauld Place again. Instead, they’d gone ahead and gotten Helena suited up as the Huntress once more, before sending her on her way.
As she teleports back into Gotham, the dark-haired heroine’s stomach churns and she stumbles for a moment, having to catch herself on a nearby wall to avoid faceplanting straight into the ground. Magical transportation, Helena decides, is definitely not for her.
On the other hand… she never thought she’d be engaging in such reprehensible behavior as she had this past day either. Before, when she’d been infected with this sex zombie virus and wasn’t in control of her own actions… THAT was one thing. But what about after, once Harry and Ivy had managed to cure her and Harley? How was Helena supposed to reconcile her incredibly slutty actions with the fact that she was, and still considered herself to be, a devout catholic?
Blushing beneath her mask, the vigilante squirms for a moment. The bible was pretty fucking clear on consorting with witches and devil worshippers. Now, Helena had always taken some of that stuff with a grain of salt. She happily worked with women like Zatanna after all, who was the definition of a modern day witch, for all that she called herself a magician.
She even worked with individuals like Raven, the half-demon girl over on the Titans, and she didn’t raise a fuss about that. Helena was very aware that for some people, you simply couldn’t control where you came from. She was living proof of that, after all, her murdered family having mob connections back before their slaughter.
Still, all of that… and she’d engaged in truly debauched and depraved activities with Harry and Harley alike after receiving the cure. Why? Why had she done those things? Helena wished she could just say that the cure wasn’t one hundred percent effective, but the truth was… she liked it. She’d done all of it of her own free will and enjoyed every last bit of it.
… She was getting distracted. Obviously, she couldn’t just stand around here all day. Letting out an explosive breath, Helena pushes off of the wall she’d used to steady herself, finally recovering from the portkey travel. Slipping the portkey itself, a single coin, into her cleavage, Helena bites her lower lip as she begins making her way to the entrance of the alley.
She just needs to reorient herself, and then make her way up to the Watchtower from one of the agreed upon waypoints. There, she can easily get access to the three girls in the Watchtower’s medbay and slip them the cure. With that, at least, they’ll be halfway done with this… even if it’s undoubtedly the easier half of the six women currently infected with the sex zombie virus.
God, they would definitely need to come up with a better name for it, when all was said and done. Sex Zombie Virus didn’t exactly roll off the tongue, did it? Snorting in amusement to herself, Helena’s eyes alight upon one of the approved spots and she hurriedly begins making her way over. Only, before she can clear half the distance between her and it, a sudden surge causes her to stop in her tracks, eyes wide at who’s just come down from the Watchtower and is now walking towards her.
“Huntress?! You-! Hm.”
Zatanna Zatara now stands in between her, and the teleport spot up to the Watchtower. The only saving grace is that, as far as Helena can tell, its JUST Zatanna. The dark-haired, buxom beauty has her gloved hands on her hips and is clad in her usual skintight costume, a magician’s jacket with the leotard and thigh-high fishnets of a magician’s assistant underneath.
Still, she looks… ever so slightly disheveled. The magician comes across much more put together than Helena would expect, knowing what she knows now. But she also would have never guessed something was wrong if she didn’t know what she knew. There was still a chance of her getting out of here without a fight. It was clear that Zatanna and the others were operating both apart from the League, while also using the League still to get information. That meant Zatanna wouldn’t want to just blow their cover all willy nilly.
Putting on her best professional smile and straightening her back to keep from taking a subconsciously aggressive or defensive stance, Helena just nods at Zatanna as she walks forward, like the other woman isn’t blocking her from getting to the tower.
“Zatanna. How have you been?”
“I… no, where have you been. You’ve been out of contact, recently.”
Cocking her head to the side, Helena doesn’t let anything show on her face, even as she gets closer and closer to the magic user.
“I was on a case; you know how it is. Sometimes I have to lie low, sometimes I’m undercover. I’m not like you, I can’t always be out and about in the public eye.”
It was true. Like most of the vigilantes that populated Gotham and the surrounding area, Huntress was not at all like Zatanna. Her identity, for one, was meant to be a secret, where as Zatanna’s name was also her superheroine moniker. They lived two very different lives, but then that was the beauty of the Justice League. Heroes and Heroines of all sorts able to come together to do good and save people.
In the end, Zatanna is forced to nod, even as she grimaces. Her eyes flicker this way and that as if she’s looking for something… or rather, for someone. Helena can’t help but be a little confused, and more than a little worried. In fact… why was Zatanna even here? It was clear she didn’t know for sure that Helena had been taken by Harry and Ivy. They’d apparently gotten away with her before anyone could arrive to see them absconding with her paralyzed form.
But if that were the case, why was Zatanna here? Where had she come from in such a hurry? What was with that greeting when she’d first arrived? She’d seemed shocked that it was Helena on the other side of the teleport, rather than someone else. Was that because she’d somehow tracked Harry to this location?
No, that didn’t make a lick of sense. Harry was still behind the wards at Grimmauld Place, and while Helena didn’t know all that much about magic, she knew enough from what he’d said that he literally couldn’t leave for fear of being caught by Zatanna. There was absolutely no reason for Zatanna to be here unless…
As Helena finally reaches where Zatanna is standing and tries to step past her so she can reach the point where she can call for a transport up to the Watchtower, the magician’s hand suddenly reaches out and stops her, a palm pressing against her upper chest and halting her in her tracks. Helena tenses up… but doesn’t attack. Maybe she should have. Maybe that was her one chance to stop this from going off the rails. Later, when she has time to think it all over, hindsight will make it clear that this right here was the moment in which she should have struck to disable Zatanna before things got worse.
But in the moment, Helena was still trying to get out of the confrontation without a fight. She was still focused on reaching the Watchtower and curing the girls in the medbay, over everything else. And so she goes perfectly still as Zatanna leans forward… and sniffs.
As a positively voracious and altogether enraptured look spreads across Zatanna’s face, alongside a healthy dose of instant recognition and realization, Helena’s heart sinks and she understands in that moment that her stray thought from earlier… is correct. Zatanna wasn’t tracking Harry via his hair or his blood or anything like that. She wasn’t tracking Harry himself at all.
She was tracking his seed… of which Helena had a not-inconsequential amount stuffed into her orifices.
“… You’ve been with Harry. He’s granted you his seed. You know where he is.”
Helena stiffens, even as Zatanna’s gaze grows more and more feverish, the magician licking her lips.
“You’re going to tell me where he is, Helena. But first-!”
Clearly not fully in her right mind, Zatanna tries to attack her physically, rather than magically. That’s probably the only reason Helena is able to get away, leveraging her own physical strength against the weaker woman to push Zatanna away as the dark-haired magician acts like the sex-crazed zombie she truly is, all but trying to rape her for the semen Helena is currently carrying.
If only she’d thought to take a shower before doing this! But no, she’d come straight from one final session with Harry and Harley and stank of sex and sweat. Not to mention, she was still creampied to heaven and back. Fuck… fuck, fuck, FUCK!
“Zatanna, we can talk about this!”
“I would certainly love to engage in some pillow talk with you about the location of a certain Harry Potter after I finish exploring the depths of your orifices with my tongue, Helena. Ezeerf!”
The hastily shouted spell misses her, thankfully, but unfortunately, Helena finds herself dodging spell after spell, barely holding her own. She doesn’t want to hurt Zatanna after all, and her crossbow bolts are far from nonlethal. Instead, all Helena can do is dodge… and worst of all, she has to dodge away from the teleport point.
Not that she would have had time to stop and smell the roses or ask the Watchtower for transport up while being assaulted by another member of the Justice League casting magic spells at her. How this had become her life, Helena didn’t know. Sure, it was one thing to be a crime-fighting vigilante, working her pert little behind off to clean up the streets of Gotham… but it was another entirely to get caught up in all of this magic BULLSHIT.
“STOP RUNNING!”
“STOP CHASING ME!”
Luckily, both the place where Harry had dropped her off and the place where she would have been able to call on the Watchtower were located within Gotham’s Warehouse District. So there weren’t many innocent civilians around at least, as Helena found herself being hunted by a ravenous, sex-crazed stage magician. Despite being physically stronger and faster than Zatanna, Helena was still on the back foot thanks to the damnable magic.
And the more she ran, the more it felt like she was being backed into a corner. It shouldn’t have been possible, this was Helena’s home turf, not Zatanna’s. She knew this Warehouse District like the back of her damn hand… until Zatanna started using her magic to rearrange things, turning the Labyrinthian Gotham Warehouse District into an actual Labyrinth, one unfortunately squarely under Zatanna’s control.
Just when it feels like Helena is cornered, just when she finds herself trapped with seemingly no way out except back through Zatanna herself…
“Hey, what the hell is going on here?”
“Indeed, what has caused this chase?”
Helena can’t help but be relieved as reinforcements arrive… HER reinforcements, thank fuck, not Zatanna’s. Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk swoop in from above, the other two Birds of Prey looking positively confused as they frown at both her and Zatanna. Stymied momentarily, Zatanna stiffens, taken aback and clearly unsure whether to blow her cover to even more heroines or try and talk things out. Well… fuck that.
“Zatanna Zatara is currently infected with a virus that’s impairing her mental faculties! I have a cure, but I need you both to keep her busy!”
Zatanna’s eyes widen as Helena just… lays it all out like that. Meanwhile, Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk, or as Helena knows them, Dinah and Zinda respectively, both immediately look upon the magician in a new light. Birds of Prey stick together after all, and of course they’re more inclined to believe Helena first… especially when Zatanna is clearly the aggressor here.
Of course, Zatanna could have tried to turn it around on Helena, could have tried to make it a she said she said situation where either of them might be lying to further confuse things and shake Dinah and Zinda’s confidence in her. It’s a mark of just how far gone she is that Zatanna does not do that… and instead proves Helena right almost immediately, her face twisting in a snarl as she shouts out another backwards spell that forces all three Birds of Prey to dodge.
With that, the fight is on… and with backup in the form of Dinah and Zinda, Helena actually has a plan now. Once the two beautiful blonde femme fatales have Zatanna thoroughly distracted and off balance, Helena falls back and pulls out one of her crossbow bolts and one of the cures. It takes some finagling, but she does have a few trick bolts, the sort that can deliver a payload of some sort of fluid, rather than a steel bolt renting flesh.
Fitting one of the cures into one of those sedation bolts takes time, but its time that Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk are now giving her, time that Helena uses well to get herself prepared to bring this battle to an end. She’s going to cure Zatanna once and for all, and once they have the magician back on their side, maybe the rest of this would be a cakewalk!
Feeling hopeful, feeling buoyed even, Helena grins viciously as she fits the modified crossbow bolt into her crossbow and begins moving forward to rejoin her comrades in their fight against a harried looking Zatanna. Moving out of Zatanna’s line of sight, Helena positions herself, drops to a knee, and lines up her shot.
“Clear the space!”
Without hesitation, Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk both dart away from Zatanna at hearing Helena’s voice, moving instinctively in the direction of their fellow Bird of Prey. Zatanna, meanwhile, whips around… but its already too late. Helena fires, and the crossbow bolt flies through the air even as Zatanna’s eyes widen, and her pretty lips open to speak. She’s not going to get a word out before it hits her though, and Helena feels an intense beat of satisfaction as the bolt flies true.
… Only to be stopped dead in its tracks as Galatea catches the crossbow bolt in midair, her and Kara finally arriving on the scene, looking MUCH worse than Zatanna, much more disheveled and much more crazed as the Argoan Clone crushes the crossbow bolt in her hand almost contemptuously.
“Supergirl? Wait, is that the Clone?!”
Dinah’s confusion is palpable, even as all three of the infected heroines turn to face Helena and her teammates. Galatea and Kara both sniff at the air, before their eyes focus solely on Helena. They smell the same thing that Zatanna did… and Helena knows she has even less of a chance of surviving THEIR not-so-tender mercies if they get their hands on her and get the chance to dig Harry’s cum out of her holes.
The portkey coin is hot between her breasts, and while she could just leave… she’s not about to leave her friends behind. And so, thinking fast, Helena grabs Dinah and Zinda by their hands and shouts the portkey’s command word just as Kara and Galatea kick off the ground in their direction. Just in the nick of time too, as claw-like hands from the incredibly powerful super-woman swing through the air where the Birds of Prey were half a second later.
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“Oh god, I think I’m going to throw up…”
“What… what was that? Where are we?”
Helena opens her mouth to reassure her comrades, even as she pushes herself up off the floor where they’ve all fallen in the wake of the rather rough portkey transport. Only, before she can say a word, she’s lifted her head enough to come face to face with the startlingly close form of Grimmauld Place’s resident bug-eyed House Elf, Kreacher.
Unable to help herself, a short shriek leaves Helena’s lips before she manages to clamp her mouth shut, and she jerks back, even as Kreacher sneers at her indignantly. Meanwhile, her reaction draws the eyes of both Dinah and Zinda over, and their own reactions are as to be expected.
“Holy fuck!”
“What IS that thing?!”
Sneering at all three of them now, Kreacher all but snarls.
“Kreacher is being Kreacher, Loyal Elf to House Black! Muggles… pah! Infesting Mistress’ Home with your presence. Dirty muggle-loving Master bringing worthless muggle wenches into home to satiate his endless lusts. Depraved, debauched Master…”
Quickly raising her hands towards Dinah and Zinda to calm them down, Helena grimaces.
“He’s friendly! He’s friendly… or at least, not directly hostile.”
The glare that Kreacher is giving them all makes it obvious he’s far from friendly, forcing Helena to amend her statement as she lets out a low groan.
“Look… fuck, that went about as poorly as it could have gone, didn’t it?”
Exchanging a glance, Dinah and Zinda both offer up cutely wrinkled noses, the blondes shaking their heads as Dinah speaks up.
“We still don’t even know what’s going on here, Helena. Why the fuck was Zatanna Zatara chasing you down like a mad woman? Why did she attack us? What was up with Kara and… and that clone of hers working together?”
Shoulders slumping, Helena bemoans her current position for a moment, wondering how, out of everyone, she ended up being the one who had to explain.
“… You know how Barbara and her friends are laid up in the Watchtower Medical Bay because of something to do with Poison Ivy’s pheromones?”
Dinah and Zinda both slowly nod.”
Grimacing, Helena begins to explain.
“It’s like this…”
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In the end, she only really gets partway through briefing her teammates on what’s going on before Kreacher insists upon taking ‘the stupid muggle filth to the perverted Master’. And so, Helena tells Dinah and Zinda not to freak out, even as they’re in turn guided to Harry. But of course, he can’t just be waiting for them clothed like a normal person, no sir.
Instead, as they enter the lab, they’re met by the truly obscene sight of Ivy and Harry in the process of making another batch of their cure. Which of course, means that the eco-terrorist villainess is currently bounding up and down on his cock, screaming and squealing her way through orgasm after orgasm as Harley Quinn, the crazed clown that she is, kneels between their legs and laps at her friend’s bouncing pussy, biting down on her sensitive clit.
The Birds of Prey enter just in time to see Ivy’s eyes go crossed from her latest explosive orgasm, the sudden tightness causing Harry to groan and proceed to blow his load deep inside of Ivy’s quim. Much to Harley’s delight, as the crazy villainess ups the tempo of her licks, hurriedly lapping up the stream of cum leaking out of Ivy’s now stuffed pussy.
As she’s coming down from her pleasure high, Ivy looks almost tamed and docile for a moment as she leans back against Harry’s chest, her eyes heavily lidded, her pouty lips parted in breathless, soft moans. That is, until she notices their intruders, eyes suddenly flying open as she realizes not just Helena is back, but that she’s brought friends as well.
Hopping off of Harry’s cock, Ivy flicks Harley’s nose as if she’s been a bad puppy, trying to regain some measure of her cool and collected demeanor, trying to look like she didn’t just get fucked silly to the tune of several squealing orgasms with the grand finale happening right in front of them all. Harley, of course, whimpers for a moment at being chastised by Ivy’s finger flick, before noticing that her friend’s departure has left a vacancy upon Harry’s cock.
Without hesitation, Harley hops up and spins around, impaling herself on his cock in reverse cowgirl and, for the first time, noticing Helena and her fellow Birds of Preys’ arrival as well. Eyes brightening with both excitement and madness alike, the crazy harlequin begins to bounce up and down on Harry’s cock almost hypnotically, grinding down onto his dick as she gives the three of them a wicked grin.
“Hiya gals! Hehe, how’d the mission go, Helena?”
It’s hard to look away, for any of them. But where Dinah and Zinda are staring on in horror at the debauched, depraved scene, Helena is… Helena is watching in aroused desire, as reluctant as it might be, and as ashamed of her own reactions as she might be. Thankfully, Harley’s question gives her a chance to break free from her trance, biting her lower lip as she focuses on the matter at hand, rather than what’s happening right in front of her.
“I didn’t make it to the Watchtower. Zatanna stopped me before I could, and then Supergirl and her Clone showed up and forced us into full retreat.”
Once she has Harry’s attention, Helena quickly outlines what she discovered… that Zatanna is tracing Harry’s cum in particular. Of course, the likelihood of that information being useful anymore isn’t that high, mostly because now that Zatanna knows Helena, Dinah, and Zinda are all involved with Harry, Ivy, and Harley, she’ll be looking for them with her magic just as much.
The reaction to Helena’s news is certainly varied. Ivy begins to curse up a storm at the new, rubbing between her eyes, clearly developing a tension headache. Harry grimaces, but is clearly having a hard time being all that upset about things, especially when Harley is riding him enthusiastically to Kingdom Cum.
Harley, meanwhile, takes one look at Helena’s distraught face… and proceeds to spin herself around so she’s facing Harry, staying on his cock the entire while, even as she reaches back behind her and grabs her pale butt cheeks, spreading them nice and wide to show off her cream-filled asshole as she looks back over her shoulder at Helena in particular.
“Ugh! I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that! Here, would eating my cum-stuffed asshole out make you feel better, maybe?”
Helena stiffens at the offer, even as Dinah and Zinda both make noises of disgust from either side of her.
“I… I… I-I shouldn’t…”
Both Harry and Harley blink at that, with Harley cocking her head to the side in confusion.
“Whyever not? Is it cause of your friends? If they won’t accept you for who you are, then they’re not true friends!”
While Dinah and Zinda’s presence was giving Helena more strength and willpower than she otherwise would have had to be able to resist Harley’s offer, that wasn’t just it. She was a Catholic, d-damnit! And sure, maybe her vigilantism wasn’t fully supported by the bible, but that didn’t mean she should just go around breaking all of god’s other commandments, r-right?
“I’m… I’m Catholic.”
Even to Helena’s ears, the excuse sounds unbelievably weak as it falls from her lips. Almost like… almost like she doesn’t want it to work. Like she’s giving Harley and Harry more ammunition to use against her. And indeed, that’s exactly what happens. Harley’s eyes positively light up at this information, her grin growing wider, not disappearing in the slightest.
“Oooh, so you’ve been a really, REALLY bad girl~ Hehe, don’t you want to have more things to confess to Father Harry? C’mon… we’re waiting!”
… Oh god, she’s really doing this. Unable to hold back any longer, Helena takes Harley up on her offer, much to the visible and audible shock and disgust of Dinah and Zinda behind her. Dropping to her knees halfway over, Helena crawls the rest of the way and, frustrated as she is, nevertheless shoves her tongue DEEP into the insane clown’s tight little ass, eyes rolling back in her head as she begins to dig out Harry’s cum.
Harley squeals happily, her eyes rolling back as well and her own tongue sticking out of her smiling open mouth as she holds her cheeks apart for Helena to really dig in. Harry, meanwhile, has ahold of Harley by the hips and is thrusting up into her from below with a passion, his balls all but bouncing against Helena’s chin as his seed drools down it.
All of this is to say that both Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk have been exposed to one shock too many, at this point. Now, in Zinda Blake’s case, she’s completely silent. A woman out of time, the beautiful blonde pilot has no clue what to do or say in this scenario. From the Nineteen-Fifties, she comes from a time period where a woman’s place was very much in the kitchen.
Now obviously, as Lady Blackhawk, she’d fought tooth and nail against gender inequality and the injustice levied upon her and her fellow women in her time period… but she was still raised a certain way, prim and proper and ladylike to a fault. Which meant she really didn’t know HOW to react to what she was seeing. Especially not when Harry’s massive bitch breaker of a cock was the biggest thing Lady Blackhawk had ever seen.
Black Canary on the other hand, or rather, Dinah Laura Lance, was a modern twenty-first century woman… and VERY willing to speak up when face to face with some serious bullshit. Growing incensed, the blonde’s eyes narrow as her hands clench into fists at her sides.
“I don’t… I don’t know what the fuck is happening here, but this seems like some sort of sick joke. I’m beginning to think that all that talk of a sex zombie virus of whatever… was just bullshit. This is probably… mind control magic, or something! Helena, get away from them for fuck’s sake!”
As Dinah gets more and more incensed, a bit of her power leaks through. It’s not a full-fledged Canary Cry, or who knows what would happen to the room around them, but the room DOES shake as her voice raises to higher than humanly possible levels. Ivy’s eyes widen at the sudden threat to her equipment and their progress towards a cure, before narrowing in aggressive hostility. Before Dinah or Zinda can say or do anything, vines whip out, slapping onto their wrists, ankles, and mouths, gagging them and specifically cutting off Dinah’s voice as the green-skinned villainess steps up between them and smiles wickedly.
“It’s perfectly natural that you don’t believe us. It’s hard to swallow, I’m sure. But I’d rather you not ruin all of my hard work, nor interrupt them while I’m taking a break. Alas, I can only see one path forward now…”
This is more akin to the Poison Ivy that Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk are used to tangling with. Supremely confident, completely in control, utterly gorgeous and seductive to both men and women alike. Giving the two panicked blondes a wicked smirk, Ivy leaves the room with them dragged through the air by her vines behind her.
“Come along. I’ll explain EVERYTHING. And by the time I’m done, I guaranteed, I’ll have made believers out of the two of you~”
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Harry is too focused on Harley Quinn’s gorgeously tight cunt bouncing up and down on his cock and her pale breasts bouncing right in front of his face to notice when Ivy and the other two heroines leave the room. He hadn’t expected Helena to bring anyone back to Grimmauld Place when he gave her the portkey coin… but to be fair, he also wasn’t expecting Zatanna to be tracking him via his semen instead of anything remotely normal.
In hindsight, they definitely should have cleaned Helena up before sending her on her way, but to be quite frank, it’d been a pain in the ass to just get her off of his dick long enough to send on the mission anyways. Now, it would seem, they were right back where they’d started, minus one dose of the cure. The three girls in the Watchtower were still under lock and key, but Zatanna, Kara, and Tea were all still in the wind trying to hunt him and his down.
As he finishes inside of Harley, the harlequin squealing up a storm and going ragdoll on his cock, her face ending up in the crook of his neck, Harry looks over her shoulder and sees that its just the three of them left. Kreacher has gone off to do whatever it is he does when Harry doesn’t have need for him, while Ivy, Black Canary, and Lady Blackhawk are nowhere to be seen.
… He can only hope that Ivy had gone ahead and taken the task of convincing the two blonde heroines of the righteousness of their cause right off his hands, because frankly, he had his hands full as it was. Harley’s tits were certainly big enough to fit in the palm of each, and even now Harry is groping them as she rests against his chest for a moment before whispering in his ear. Blinking at what Harley asks of him, Harry draws back enough to look the crazed clown in the eyes… and sees that she’s completely serious.
… God, this is probably a bad idea.
Picking up his wand from a nearby table, Harry waves it at both himself and Harley. The sudden swirl of magic forces Helena to rear back, and once she’s done so, and the dust has settled so to speak, she finds herself face to face with ‘Father Harry’… and ‘Sister Harley’. Both of them are now done up in catholic attire, but with Harry’s cock still very much out and ready for more action.
Helena, still clad in her superheroine attire, can only stare in wide-eyed, slack-jawed shock at the sight, even as Sister Harley, playing the part of a nun, giggles and hops off of his cock, grabbing Helena by her hair.
“You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl, Ms. Bertinelli. What sort of things do you have to confess to the Father here?”
Shivering, Helena’s eyes dart between him and Harley for a long moment. Harry watches her, barely able to believe this is even happening. How did they get here? No… he knew how they got here. Helena had been foolish enough to give Harley this ammunition, had been silly enough to declare that she was religious, as if that was going to stop the crazy clown girl. Certainly, it hadn’t stopped Helena herself so far, now, had it?
Blushing up a storm, the vigilante squirms for a moment before looking up at him with watery eyes.
“F-Forgive me Father, f-for I have sinned. I have… l-lain with a woman. I have… lain with a man out of wedlock. I… I’ve engaged in some t-truly debauched things. I’ve been… a bad, bad girl…”
Not sure what to even say in this instance, Harry stays silent. Luckily, Harley is more than eager enough to carry the roleplay for the two of them.
“Hm, what do you think, Father? Personally, I think that Ms. Bertinelli acts out like this because of the absence of a father figure in her formative years. She needs a good, strong, stabilizing influence in her life… a masculine influence. Don’t you think?”
Judging by the way Helena is just biting her lower lip and squirming on her knees, she’s not finding anything objectionable about any of this, so Harry hesitantly nods. Harley’s grin grows as she grabs Helena’s hair more securely, yanking her mask off of her face and exposing her features fully.
“Lucky you, Ms. Bertinelli! The good Father has agreed to be your daddy from now on! Now, what do you say to Daddy H?”
Blushing profusely, Helena nevertheless replies, her words a mumble.
“t-thank you, Daddy H…”
Harley, of course, immediately yanks on her hair and growls.
“I don’t think he heard you, dear!”
“T-Thank you, Daddy H!”
Smiling once more, Harley nods.
“Good girl! Except, just because you’re being a good girl now, doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for being a bad girl before! That requires prayer… and punishment~”
Helena, whimpering, can only nod, even as her eyes have zeroed in on Harry’s cock, staring at it unerringly. But if the catholic vigilante thinks Harley is about to shove her down his length and face fuck her on it… she has another thing coming, as it turns out. Given Harry was half-expecting that too, he’s also a little surprised when Harley uses her grip on Helena’s hair to spin the vigilante heroine around and force her face first into the floor.
“There you go, prostrate yourself before the Lord~ that’s a good girl!”
Once Helena is firmly faceplanting on the ground, Harley reaches up and grabs her by her hips, flipping the back of her skirt up over to reveal her latex-clad ass. Yanking her leotard aside and exposing her orifices, both of which Harry has already fucked ruthlessly and relentlessly multiple times over the past few days, Harley wastes no time in spreading Helena’s ass cheeks to expose her back door.
“Right here, Daddy H. Don’t hesitate now! She needs to really feel it if she’s going to learn to be a good girl!”
With a grunt, Harry moves forward and crouches down, placing his cockhead against Helena’s lubricated anus and thrusting in. Despite the lubrication of their previous anal experiences together, Helena nevertheless squeals and shakes like a stuck pig, clawing at the ground as she’s brutally butt fucked against the floor. Harley just giggles, the crazy clown dressed like a nun giving Helena’s upturned ass cheeks a pair of good, hard smacks for good measure.
“I’m not hearing any praying, Ms. Bertinelli! Thirty Hail Marys! At least!”
Harry can’t help but wonder just when Helena will snap and refuse to go along with this any further. After all, they’re directly assailing the poor woman’s religion… or rather, Harley is. He’s just along for the ride, even if as a wizard he doesn’t put much stock in those sorts of things. And yet… and yet, after a moment, Helena begins to speak, whimpering as he continues plowing her anally from above.
“H-Hail Mary, f-full of grace, the Lord is w-with thee.”
Harley just grins happily, while Harry finds himself listening to the prayer, even as he continues to jackhammer away.
“B-Blessed art thou amongst women, a-and blessed is the fruit of thy w-womb, J-Jesus…”
Moaning wantonly, clawing at the floor, Helena nevertheless continues on, actually praying a catholic prayer will being anally plundered.
“H-Holy Mary, M-Mother of God, p-pray for us sinners, now and at the h-hour of our death. A-Amen…”
Grabbing Helena by her cheeks, Harley lifts the beleaguered vigilante’s head off the ground so she can look her in the eye. Kneeling before her, still dressed like a nun, the crazy harlequin smiles beatifically.
“Gooood girl. That’s one… twenty-nine more to go.”
Helena whimpers, sobs, cries out as Harry’s cock makes her cum yet again… and then begins reciting the prayer once more. Harry listens for a while, but honestly, it’s sort of repetitive. Harley seems to think so too, because she only lets Helena get through about ten before she slaps the heroine across the face, shutting her up.
“That’s good enough. Now do the Lord’s Prayer!”
Whimpering, swallowing thickly, her anal muscles continuing to flex down around his pistoning prick, Helena… does as she’s told.
“O-Our, nnngh, Father, who art in heaven, h-hallowed be thy name. T-Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on e-earth as it is in h-heaven…”
Nodding energetically, Harley’s mad eyes sparkle with mischief and glee as she eggs Helena on.
“G-Give us this day, our daily bread, a-and forgive us our, oh f-fuck, our trespasses as we f-forgive those who t-trespass against us. A-And lead us not into temptation, b-but deliver us from evil… A-Amen…”
“Yesssss… though, your daddy up in heaven hasn’t been there for you, has he? Not like Daddy H has been there for you. Thank him. Thank Daddy H for punishing your tight little ass for being such a bad girl!”
Crying out in an ugly fashion, caught between a crazy Harley and Harry’s bitch breaker of a cock, Helena shudders her way through another orgasm before obeying.
“T-Thank you Daddy H! Thank you for punishing this bad girl’s tight little ass! P-Please, fuck me harder! Make me feel it! I deserve it! I deserve to hurt!”
Harry grunts, picking up the pace and drawing even more squeals from the poor beleaguered heroine as he continues to tenderize her pert behind and pummel her back door, until finally… he simply can’t hold it in any longer. With a groan of pleasure, throwing his head back to the heavens as if he himself was religious, Harry proceeds to unload inside of Helena’s bowels. He fills and fills her with his seed, pumping a hot, thick load into her back door before pulling back with a panting grunt.
No sooner does he fall back, then Helena is up and spun around, swallowing the first half of his cock down and swirling her tongue around his dick tip as she looks up at him with a strange level of devotion. Even Harley is taken aback as Helena cleans him off, but of course, the ‘Sister’ is quick to recover, giggling and smiling at Helena almost fondly as she runs a hand through the vigilante’s hair.
“That’s a good girl, Ms. Bertinelli. Taking initiative to clean off your daddy’s big fat cock. But… I wonder why you’re being so diligent. Is it perhaps because you want him to fuck you properly? Do you want Daddy H to knock you up?”
Helena jolts and looks at Harry with wide eyes. Harry looks right back at her, just as taken aback. He’s not… he’s definitely not old enough to be a father. And yet, it seems like Harley has hit upon something, because all of the sudden, Helena is working twice as hard at cleaning his cock. Snickering, the crazy harlequin licks her lips.
“That’s right. A good catholic girl such as yourself only has sex for one reason… breeding. It’s all about following God’s first commandment, after all. Go forth and Multiply.”
Was that God’s first commandment? That didn’t quite sound right, but then, Harry had never read the bible. Something told him that Harley hadn’t either. Meanwhile, if Harley was wrong, Helena really wasn’t in a position to contradict her, what with his messy cock stuffed halfway down her throat. And judging by the look in the vigilante heroine’s eyes, she wouldn’t have wanted to correct her anyways.
“Well, if Daddy H says you’ve been a good enough girl, I suppose~”
Without missing a beat, Helena comes off of his cock with a pop, stroking it up and down in her palms as she licks her lips and looks up at him.
“Please, Daddy H… please knock this naughty girl up. Breed me and make me a good girl in the eyes of the Lord~”
Okay, well, if even Helena was happily perverting the religion she proclaimed to follow at this point, fuck if Harry was going to say no to… ANY of that. Reaching down, he pulls her up to her feet and then lifts her up by the waist and sets her down on the nearest cleared table. Helena wastes no time in spreading her legs nice and wide as she lays back for him, biting her lower lip and even reaching down to splay her pussy lips apart with her fingers.
Well, with such a clear and open invitation… Harry places his cock at the entrance of her dripping, sopping wet quim and thrusts in. As he begins to fuck her, he reaches up and yanks open the jacket of her outfit, dragging her tits out and giving them both a good, solid grope. They might not be as huge or voluminous as Harley and Ivy’s tatas are, but they’re still fun to play with, and provoke all sorts of interesting reactions from Helena as he fucks into her.
Her legs come up to wrap around his waist and her feet knock against the small of his back as she claws at the table above her head, eyes rolling around, mouth open in a continuous wanton moan. Eventually, words start coming out, making her feelings on the entire matter abundantly clear.
“Yes Father! Yes, Daddy H! Fuck me harder! Oh GOD! Breed me! Fill my womb with a gift from the Lord!”
It was just roleplay. Harry had to remind himself of that, even as he picks up speed. He wasn’t actually planning on impregnating anyone here, and indeed he had yet to make himself a father, even after everything. So yeah, this was all just… for fun. Kinky fun. Yep.
Speaking of kinky fun, Helena gets a few minutes of lewd cries and begging for more of ‘Daddy H’s’ cock in before Harley finally snaps. The harlequin-dressed-as-a-nun had been standing off to the side and touching herself for a little while, but all of the sudden she can no longer just watch. Hopping up onto the table, Harley proceeds to hike up the skirt of her nun uniform and expose her naked, gushing wet slit to Helena.
“Time for Sister Harley to get hers as well, you little tart!”
Helena’s response, if there even was one, ends up muffled a moment later when Harley promptly sits on the heroine’s face, forcing the catholic girl to eat her out as she’s fucked down below by Harry. The two of them are tag teaming Helena between them now, but then, if Helena minds, she definitely isn’t showing it. Her pussy walls clench and tighten down around Harry’s cock again and again as she cums over and over for him. Meanwhile, if Harley’s squeals and moans and humping of Helena’s face is any indication, she’s doing a damn good job of getting the gorgeous crazed clown off as well.
How long the final climax of their little catholic roleplay lasts, Harry honestly can’t say. He loses track of time as he fucks Helena Bertinelli into a stupor, pounding her through climax after climax until she finally manages to milk him of his load. As he fills her womb, her muffled squeals can be heard even from under Harley’s nun skirts and the female clown gasps and then shudders as she cums from the reverberations Helena is pushing up into her pussy.
All three of them experience a mutual orgasm in that moment, before crashing back down to Earth, the truth of what they’d just done hitting them all in different ways. For Harry, it’s the post-coitus realization that he’s let himself somehow get dragged into even MORE sex, when Helena’s mission was a total failure and they’re no closer to getting everyone cured of this damn sex virus than they were before.
For Helena, it’s the realization that she just let her religion get turned into the kinkiest, most debauched bedroom play she’s ever done, allowing her status as a (formerly) devout catholic to be twisted and corrupted by the depraved Harley Quinn.
Harley, meanwhile, is as happy as can be, no real revelations or shame to be had for the harlequin as she straightens up and climbs off the table, beaming at them both.
“That sure was fun, wasn’t it Mistah H? And I know you had a good time too, Helena. Tee-hee~”
Then, she pauses and places a finger against her chin, suddenly looking around curiously.
“Though… where did Ivy go with the other two?”
That… was a very good question.
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