Reality Bending and Slave Harem in DC

Omen smiled as he looked down at the two sluts on their knees, Harley's beautiful face and blond hair and Ivy's big, heavy tits swaying slightly as she leaned forward. The way both of them knelt there, eager and hungry for cock, only made Omen want to fuck them more. 

He didn't say anything right away; he just let his cock throb in front of their faces, watching the way they stared at it like it was some sacred thing.

"Now," Omen said slowly, as he grabbed the base of his cock, "why don't you two kiss and make up? Y'know, for all those stupid catfights over nothing… Around my dick, though,"

Harley grinned, still dazed from earlier but able to process what he meant, "Pfft, fine, whatever," she said, licking her lips. Ivy, on the other hand, looked like she was barely holding herself together. That tea had her soaked, needy, with her thighs pressed tight, and her breathing coming fast and shallow as she stared at Omen's chunk of meat, 11 inches and slightly less girthy than a soda can.

Both women leaned in, with Harley leading the way, still more in control of her body, placing her lips on one side of Omen's cock. At the same time, Ivy followed sloppily, her tongue dragging along the opposite side as she moaned into it. Their faces pressed against his cock, their cheeks brushing as they both started licking and kissing around the thick shaft. Omen let out a soft groan, feeling both warm mouths working in sync, one more controlled, the other wild and drunk with need.

Both girls pressed their faces in close, cheeks almost touching as their lips landed on opposite sides of his thick cock. It was a sloppy mess from the start; neither of them really "kissed" in any real way, not to each other at least. But they kissed him. Their mouths found his length, one from each side, as their lips brushed against each other over his skin and their tongues flicked, slid, and licked up the thick mix of sweat, precum, and leftover Harley's drool.

Omen's cock twitched from the sight, throbbing hard between their pretty faces, "Good whores," he said as he reached down and grabbed Harley's fat ass. He gave it a loud, sharp smack that echoed off Ivy's apartment walls. The way it jiggled always made it smile. There is something unique about a natural fat ass, and he certainly fuck biggers, but Harley's was the perfect combination of fat, shape, and jigglines.

Harley barely flinched. Her lips stayed sealed to his cock, and her tongue was working a trail up the side as if she needed the taste to think straight. She breathed hot, steaming air into Omen's length while she leaned closer, her nose practically nuzzling Ivy's as their mouths slid together over Omen's dick.

Ivy moaned back, her tongue dragging the opposite way. Their lips brushed at the tip of Omen's cock and then moved back to cover the rest of his ample length, sometimes sucking on the same spot, sometimes slobbering over different patches of his cock, their spit coated everything in a wet, sticky mess.

The two of them didn't even talk, they didn't need to, countless nights of masturbating together and devouring dildo's gave them the skill to properly worship Omen's cock. They looked like animals in heat, sharing the same treat with their eyes fogged over, both making soft, wet noises as their tongues brushed against each other again and again. 

Ivy sucked on his base while Harley moved up to the tip, then they'd switch, all while their lips tried to keep brushing, kept trying to press together with his cock in the way.

Omen groaned, his fingers digging into Harley's ass, then slid up to tug on Ivy's hair, pulling her head in tighter. His cock pulsed hard between their faces, twitching as they slobbered all over it. "That's it," he said, "kiss it like you're both in love with it. I will be the last cock you taste after all." 

Harley moaned and gave his tip a sloppy kiss right as Ivy licked beneath it, their lips meeting messily for a split second before they both dove back in with even more hunger.

"Alright, you two can stop your makeup kiss," Omen said, even though it was utterly absurd to pretend any of that was done to 'makeup' for anything. Ivy slid lower without missing a beat with her lips trailing down his cock until her mouth found his balls, wrapping around them with a hum that sent vibrations straight up his length. Harley, meanwhile, was stuck sniffing the head of his cock again, face buried against the thick meat like it was a drug.

"Hey, dumb bitch," Omen snapped, grabbing her by the chin. "I'm not paying you to sniff it like a fuckin' candle. Three million now for wasting time."

Harley blinked, her lips twitching in embarrassment as she looked up at him, red-cheeked and caught. "Y-yeah—fuck, sorry. Yes."

She got to work fast, licking up his cock like it was coated in frosting, then wrapped her lips around the tip and started sliding down. Inch after inch vanished between her lips as she sank slowly, easing it deep into her throat with practised rhythm. Omen rested a hand on the back of her head and just watched her swallow him whole.

"Good girl," he said, patting her head like a pet, with his fingers curling into her hair as she bottomed out his cock, her lips kissing his base. Her throat clenched around him, gagging slightly, but she held it in as her jaw trembled with the strain.

Harley's eyes were already watering as her nose pressed to his pubes. Her breath came in wet huffs through her nose as her throat bulged around his cock. Omen could feel every twitch, every gag and every shake of her muscles trying to force him out, and he didn't budge an inch as Harley was seemingly enjoying being used as a onahole.

Harley began to sputter around his dick, her throat wetly gagging as she was asphyxiated, and he responded by spanking her fat bubblebutt ruthlessly. "Goddamn, Harley, you can't even take my cock?" He asked her, and Harley just quietly whimpered in humiliation, how could she, Deepthroat Quinn, Harley Hole, not be able to deepthroat a cock like this one? "Since you can't manage to choke yourself out on my cock, then I'm going to have to cut the money again... 2 million" he removed his hand from the back of her head, and she quietly shivered in arousal, part of her actually anticipating the cut in her budget and wanting Omen to cut the rest already.

He glanced over at Ivy, who was still tonguing his balls. Ivy's tongue flicked over his balls in slow, steady laps, her green lips slick with spit, as her tongue circles around his balls before devouring them into her mouth.

"See that?" Omen said, looking down at Harley. "Your friend here's a pro, she knows how to suck some balls." He reached over and slapped Harley's ass again.

He had infinite money anyway, so why not reward Ivy for being a good slut? She had a bombshell body, after all. "Hey, Ivy, you get five million dollars for being such a good bitch."

"Thank you—" Ivy said as she pulled off from his balls, to which Omen interupted her, "Four million now that you stopped sucking my balls," Bradley corrected, and Ivy flushed in embarrassment, feeling genuinely stupid as she dove back down to his balls, slurping on them noisily, doing her best to make it clear how much she loved sucking on them. 

Omen just enjoyed the throatjob, as Harley continued choking herself out on his cock, her powerful throat squeezing and coiling around his dick as he sat there, the girl so readily debasing himself for her.

After the scolding, Harley showed an impressive amount of self-control. She probably could have stayed down there for a while, with her wacky skills and new masochist nature, but Omen discovered he enjoyed making bitches fail in tasks he appointed to them, so he forced Harley off by tweaking reality ever so slightly, her lips popping off his cock and her breath escaping her lips in heaving pants, "Suh, sorry," she slurred out drunk on cock.

"Not good enough. 1 million, Harley," Omen said, and Harley shivered from head to toe in arousal now that she was so close to losing all that money. Omen then grabbed both women by their hair, positioning them tightly against one another, cheek to cheek, shoving his dick in the produced space, using their faces like they only existed to jerk him off with. 

When he felt himself nearing cumming, he pulled back until his dick was being kissed by both women, their tongues hurriedly working over his glans, and at that point, he started to cum, splattering the inside of both their mouths with copious quantities of his cum, both girls shivering as they got filled with the stinky, delicious stuff.

Once he was finished cumming, he leaned back, admiring his work as both women swallowed his cum hungrily. "Did I tell you both to swallow?" He asked them both with a sneer, and they shook their heads, Ivy afraid of losing another million, and Harley aroused that she was about to lose her last million. 

Instead, though, Harley just got a sharp spanking, making her gasp in humiliation at the rough treatment. "Now, both give me a titjob," he ordered the pair, and they dutifully both did so, Ivy's voluminous breasts wrapping around his cock, and even still his tip poked out, while Harley's melons were certainly big of their medium size, it was like comparing an orange to a melon, their nipples barely scraping against one another.

Even with both of them trying, it was painfully clear Harley wasn't on Ivy's level. Ivy had her big tits wrapped snug around Omen's cock, moving them with a smooth, steady rhythm that made him grunt in approval. Harley, on the other hand, was fumbling. 

She squeezed her smaller tits together as hard as she could, drooling on them to try and make it slicker, trying to keep up, but it wasn't enough. Both women knew it, and Omen definitely knew it.

He looked down at Harley with his cock throbbing between the pair of them and smirked. He was about to crush what was left of her pride, "Harley," he said slowly, his voice calm but sharp like a knife, "since you are clearly lacking and not putting up the effort, you just lost your last million."

The words hit her harder than a punch ever would, and even if before ever meeting Omen, the Joker had told her he would never be with her, this hurt even more; it wasn't about losing the last million, but about lacking and the possibility of Omen never touching, or even thinking of fucking her again. 

Omen chose to just let go and cum into her mouth at that point, feeding Harley's greedy tongue a fat load of his cum as she trembled in bliss.

Harley's breath hitched as her eyes went wide, then she let out a pitiful whimper as her body shook, and lastly, without her even touching herself, an orgasm ripped through her body harder than she had ever experienced. Her hips bucked as she squirted hard, spraying all over Ivy's expensive carpet.

"Goddammit, Harley!" Ivy snapped, glaring down at the mess soaking into her floor, "That carpet costs! even with a million, you can't just, Oh right..." Ivy said as she immediately went back into pleasuring Omen with her tits.

But Harley wasn't listening; her brain felt like it was melting, the humiliation and Omen's words twisting together inside her head like the chemicals she had thrown herself into. 

Losing ten million dollars should have made her furious, but instead, it made her clench her pussy around nothing, made her cunt drip even more. Her tongue darted out to lick Omen's cum off her lips like a starving stray licking up scraps. 

Her rational mind screamed at her, but her pussy only begged for more, desperate to throw away even more money just for the chance to get used again.

Omen grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her face up toward his, "Pathetic slut," he said as strands of cum hung between her lips and face and his tip. She sat there swaying on her knees, drunk on the taste of him, her makeup smeared, drool and cum painting her face.

Omen turned his gaze to Ivy, who was kneeling beside Harley, licking her own lips clean like a proper whore. "You did well," he said, his hand coming down to pet her hair, Ivy leaned into it instantly like a well-trained bitch. "You're my sex slave now."

Ivy didn't even hesitate or protest to that, pleased with the approval, "Yes, sir," she said, her green skin flushing with heat. The humiliation didn't even faze her; five million dollars could buy a whole forest of new life for her plants, and if sucking a big fat cock she loved got her that, so be it.

Omen looked back to Harley, who was still kneeling in front of him, glazed eyes locked on his twitching cock like it was the only thing left in her world, "You've got a choice," he said. 

"You can get dressed and walk out that door and go back to "Mr. J". If you do, you'll never feel another orgasm again for the rest of your life. Or…" he reached down and smeared the leftover cum across her lips, making her shiver, "…you accept you're my toy now, and you'll pay for the privilege of getting fucked."

Harley whimpered softly, torn between shame and pure animalistic lust, but her fingers rose shakily. She held up two fingers, choosing the second option without a word. Omen's cock twitched at that answer, pleased with the result.

"Good girl," he said, turning to Ivy. "You've been the better slut here, so even if you lost the money, you're keeping your five million. Joker will transfer it to you tomorrow."

Ivy grinned, proud of herself, ignoring how degrading his words were. "Thanks, boss," she said lightly, already thinking of what she could do for her plants with that money.

Omen glanced back at Harley, smirking coldly, "Now, tell me, Ivy," he said, standing up and adjusting his clothes, "how much do you think your friend here should earn every time I fuck her?"

Ivy tilted her head, pretending to think. "Well… she's hot, got a fat ass, she's famous, and she's almost a meta even without powers…" she trailed off, hesitating.

Omen flicked his fingers and reality rewound a few seconds. Ivy blinked, started again, this time adding more, "…but she's bad in bed, dumb as bricks, and her tits are small compared to mine. Fifty bucks sounds fair."

"Fifty dollars," Omen repeated, glancing at Harley, who whimpered again, her thighs rubbing together even as humiliation burned her ears red. 

"She can be trained, and I can make her breats bigger," Omen said, glancing over at Harley, whose breasts inmediatly swolled after he flicked his fingers and were now around the same size as Ivy's, "But I think 50 dollars is a fair price, Ivy, since you are my sex slave, pay Harley, out of your money, as for your 5 million, they should be transfered tomorrow by Joker, Harley, lets go" 

"Yes, sir," Ivy said without hesitation. "Thank you, sir," she said, nodding as she stood up and looked over for 50 dollars, handing them to Harley.

Omen turned to leave as he bossed Harley around, "Harley, put on your costume. We're leaving."

Harley scrambled clumsily to grab her torn suit, yanking it over her cum-smeared skin even though it stank of sweat, spit, and sex, her hands shook from excitement as she dressed, but she didn't say a word. She followed Omen out the door as she tried to place her now humungous breasts into her suit, her mind locked on one truth: she was his now, and no amount of money could change that.