In New York Peter Parker slept the sleep of the dead, his wife Mary Jane turning into a sexual amazon goddess had drained him during their loving attempt to break the bed. In his dreams he dreamed he was at a park with MJ in a web hammock, the two cuddling together. MJ giggled as she kissed his neck and stuck her hand down his pants. A warm summer breeze kept Pete from hearing what she was whispering. He did feel her hand wrap around his shaft and start sliding up and down its length.
“Ow!” Peter came back to the land of the living after being bitten on the ear.
“You’re up!” MJ purred in his ear.
Peter became aware of being held in the embrace of Amazon his wife had become, one arm holding him in a hug, her body pinning to the bed and her other arm reaching into his crotch and masturbating him to full erection.
“I was wondering if you would wake up and give me a ‘Good Morning’, Tiger!” MJ licked his ear.
“MJ,” Peter was about to object, “What was it you say? ‘Jack Pot’ baby!”
Peter found himself feeling extremely horny and wanting to fuck MJ silly!
*
“Honey I’m Home,” Officer Braun called as she walked in the door.
“Are you alright?” her husband rushed to her.
“Yeah,” Officer Braun shook her head, “I was cleared at the infirmary. I guess you heard.”
“City has already started a man hunt for the clown and the Riddler,” her husband hugged her, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” she shook her head again, “It’s weird while I was at the infirmary I suddenly got horny as hell, and then as I drove back from Arkham it faded.”
“So you’re not horny now?” her husband raised an eyebrow.
“Get me some wine and help me out of this shit and I might start getting horny,” Braun kissed her husband.
*
“Are you married?” Diana counted out the cash for the pizza.
“No,” the college kid stammered.
“Girlfriend?” Hyppolyta asked from the couch with Donna.
“Er, no,” he stammered again.
“Boyfriend?” Donna shot.
“God no!”
“Would you like one tonight?” Diana stuffed the cash into her cleavage and leaning forward for the collage kid to ogle.
“How about three?” Donna stood taking her towel off.
“Shit. Dear Penthouse? I don’t have a condom,” the kid said.
“We are clean,” Hyppolyta said, “Do you have anything?”
“I’ve…” the kid squirmed, “I’ve never done it before.”
“Which means?” Hyppolyta asked her daughters.
“A virgin!” Donna clapped, “Just relax and let us take care of things.”
“Hmm, it has been some time since I deflowered a boy,” Hyppolyta licked her lips, “Come here let me show my daughters how it is done.”
*
MJ was on her back, Peter plowing into her with his oversized cock. He wasn’t aware that he had grown three inches longer and two in diameter.
*
Eddy woke to the sweetest most alluring smell, it was right in front of him. He felt something tickling he nose, he licked it. Pure ambrosia! Eddy opened his eyes, he was licking Harley’s hairy armpit. It was so great Miss Harley chose to keep him as her stud, he had to please her.
“Oh, you’re up,” Harley snarled, “Mamma needs a fuck, get stiff you shit.”
“Yes Miss Harley,” Eddy cooed.
Harley mounted Eddy and rode the poor man’s bucks. Once satisfied she snarled at him and he came. Harley milked the stud and got up.
“We are going to have to find a sex shop once we get out,” Harley snarled, “Need some cloths for the both of us, some chains for you, and some toys to use between us!”
*
“Harley Quinn and Edward Nigma,” Tim scratched his head, “I never saw that OTP!”
“What are you blathering about?” Damian asked walking past the teen in the Red Robin suit.
“Quinn broke out last night,” Bruce said stepping out of the locker room, “Took Nigma with her.”
“Joker is going to be pissed,” Steph shrugged, “He still has a week and a half to crawl out of his hole before anyone starts asking if he really is dead and now we can ship Harley-Nigma!”
“Got a possible Joker blip,” Barbara said walking up from the motor pool with a tablet, “Seems one Mr. Jay Orc skipped out on a motel bill in Steel City. Height and weight are a match, no surveillance footage, state ID and credit card are bogus.”
“Sounds like the bastard,” Damian scowled.
“Talk about a poddy mouth,” Steph snapped sarcastically.
“Give her a day or two to surface,” Bruce said, “From the reports she escaped into the catacombs under the complex. It might take her a day to get out, longer if she is carrying Nigma. They could have holed up the night in the rape hole.”
“What?” Tim, Steph, Barbara and Dick all asked together.
“With a perfect 3D map and guidance,” Bruce breathed, “they could be out in an hour. With the twists and turns they probably have been doubling back every ten minutes of travel.”
“Yeah, Catacombs are like that,” Dick snapped, “What was that about a quote rape hole end quote.”
“Arkham briefing, appendix C page four,” Alfred said walking in, “A secret chamber built into the foundations originally accessible from a secret passage in the pharmacy and the head doctor’s office. Those doorways were bricked over long ago.”
“So how do you get to it now?” Steph asked.
Alfred hit a key and a complex Pipe dreams nightmare of red and white lines appeared on the big screen.
“Oh.”