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Batgirl vs Poison Ivy
"Barbara Gordon."
Barbara looked at the distinguished man sitting in her apartment even as she took the key out of her door's lock. "Alfred," she said. "You do know breaking and entering is a crime, don't you?"
"I do indeed but I rather thought that you wouldn't like me stopping by Gotham City Library to visit you. I do assume that you would rather not have people knowing what you do at night."
Barbara Gordon closed the door to her apartment. There was no need for her neighbors to know what she was doing when she was not at work. "I take it that you have a job for me."
"I do," said the Bat Man’s butler. "Our common acquaintance currently has another commitment which is keeping him occupied longer than expected and we have received a warning that one of Gotham Power Company's power plants will be attacked. We would like to stop this."
"Do we know who the attacker is going to be?"
"Regrettably no. There is in fact very little that is known about this threat. Some might even call it non-credible but we feel that should it happen, there may be a major problem. A disruption in power could plunge the city into darkness and could give the criminal underworld a greater ability to influence the law abiding. Obviously, we want to stop that."
"So you want me to investigate?"
"Investigate and if necessary to stop the attack on the power plant."
"You can count on me."
It was nighttime and the power plant was well lit as Batgirl arrived at the plant. From her first cursory examination it appeared that there was nothing at all amiss but Batgirl knew better than to trust first impressions.
As Batgirl continued her examination, she noticed men in dark clothing at a fence and then she saw the men in black cutting holes in the fence and she knew something was up. She followed the men.
What were they doing, she wondered. It looked as if they were trying to sabotage something but it wasn't clear what but still she watched. She could move in when the time was right and then suddenly everything went dark.
Batgirl woke up to find herself chained to a chair which was the only piece of furniture in the barren room that now held her. A tug against the chains was enough to tell her she was firmly secured and the heavy steel door also made it clear she was meant to stay where she was but then the door clanked open and a woman entered the room. It was Poison Ivy.
“I am disappointed,” Poison Ivy said. “I’d set my little trap with the intent of luring in the Bat Man and all I got was you. I guess maybe I don’t warrant the greater attention and all I get is a junior member of the B team. If you ask me, I consider it a bit of a snub.”
Batgirl said nothing.
“Am I not good enough for the Bat Man. Does he only want to play with the boys and does he not want to play with the girls. Hmm, that’s something to consider. Maybe the Bat Man only likes boys and not girls.”
Still, Batgirl stayed quiet because she knew Ivy was only trying to goad her and she wasn’t going to let herself be used that way.
“And here we are and I had such a delightful trap set up for him. I was going to make him my slave only he chose to not show up. He chose to send you instead. He chose to offer you up to me for my tender ministrations.”
Tender ministrations, Batgirl thought. Ha, that was a laugh. There was nothing about Poison Ivy that was tender. Tendrils maybe but not tender.
“Oh well, we make do with what we can and since the Bat Man chose to send you instead, I guess we’ll have to go with you instead,” and here she held up a small stoppered bottle. “Do you know what I have here?”
Batgirl shook her head.
“That was a rhetorical question, sweetie. You didn’t have to answer that because I know you didn’t know but this was a drug of my own invention but the really cool thing is what it can make you do.”
Batgirl had no idea what the drug could do but she was pretty sure that whatever it was was something she didn’t want to find out.
“What we do with this is we swab the inside of your nose and it works on two levels. On one level, it vaporizes and is pulled down into the lungs where it’s dumped into the bloodstream and on the other level, it’s absorbed through the nasal membranes and it goes straight to the brain. What do you say we see what it can do when it does that.”
“You keep that away from me,” Batgirl said as she struggled in her chair.
“Ah but sweetie, if I did that, you wouldn’t know what it did and the best part is you don’t even have to remove your pretty, little cowl.”
Batgirl watched as Poison Ivy unstoppered the bottle. There was a gooey, oily looking paste at the end of the stopper and then she was pushing it up in first the one and then the other of Batgirl’s nostrils and then the other.
“I’m not going to do it,” Batgirl said. “I’m not going to breathe your poison in.”
“Oh, Sweetie, I knew you were going to say that but it’s so easy to make you do it,” and then she clapped her hand over Batgirl’s mouth.
Batgirl struggled as she tried not to breathe through her nose but finally, she couldn’t help it. She had to breathe in and once she did it once, it was like she couldn’t stop herself from doing it over and over again.
“Your stupid poison didn’t do anything to me,” Batgirl said with derision.
“Oh, Sweetie, it works fast but it’s not that fast. You’ll have to wait to see what my drug does and please don’t call it poison. In fact, I think you might come to think of it as something that you like very much.”
Batgirl continued to struggle even as Ivy watched. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had to admit that Ivy’s drug probably was going to affect her.
Ivy stroked her hand over the hair flowing out from under Batgirl’s cowled head. “I wonder how you’re going to feel when you find that you absolutely belong to me.”
Batgirl couldn’t help but shudder at that but at the same time ...
Ivy’s fingers slipped free from Batgirl’s curvy hair and then they stroked her neck before they worked their way up to Batgirl’s lips. “Such nice, full lips,” she cooed. “I wonder how it will feel to have those lips eating my pussy.”
Batgirl was breathing heavily even as she overlooked the fact that she hadn’t even thought to object to that suggestion.
“You belong to me,” Ivy said. “You know you want to. You want to belong to me.”
She knew she should say no, Batgirl thought but there was something about that thought, something that was just so wonderful.
“You belong to me,” Ivy cooed again, “and you know just how good it feels to be owned.”
Batgirl knew she should object but there was just something that felt so good about being owned.
“You belong to me,” Ivy cooed again, “but now it’s time for you to admit it. I want you to admit it. I want you to say you belong to me.”
Batgirl gasped but that thought was already there in her head and it just felt so right. “You’re right,” she said, “I belong to you.”
“You want to please me.”
Batgirl found herself questioning that statement. She knew she wasn’t supposed to agree with that and yet the thought of pleasing her new mistress was so enticing.
Her new mistress, Batgirl asked herself. Was that what Poison Ivy was to her now?
The only thing was that as soon as she asked herself that question, she also knew the answer to that question and now that she knew the answer, she knew what Poison Ivy was to her.
“You must call me Mistress.”
“Yes,” Batgirl gasped.
“Yes what?”
“Yes ... Mistress?”
“No need to sound so surprised,” Ivy said. “You know what the answer is now. To deny it would only be to deny the truth and if the truth is true then why would you want to deny it.”
It sounded so simple when she put it that way.
“Now let’s try it again. You were telling me yes and then you corrected yourself. Let’s see if you have accepted the truth. If I told you that you must call me Mistress, then what is your answer going to be?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s better but still not quite good enough. You’re saying the right words but I’m not hearing the truth in those words. When I hear you say those words, I want to know that you believe it. The way that you say it has to convince me that there can be no other way to say it. The way that you say it has to convince me that this is the only truth. The way that you say it has to convince me that more than anything else, you want this to be the truth so let’s try it one more time to see if you have it right. When I say ‘You must call me Mistress’, you say what?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Batgirl said with an undeniable sincerity in her words.
“Oh now, that is very good but if I am your Mistress, then that must mean you want to please me.”
“I want to please you.”
“Oh now that’s not good at all. How are you supposed to address me?”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress,” Batgirl said and she was in fact so very sorry. She was mortified that she’d made such a stupid mistake. “It won’t happen again. What I meant to say was I want to please you, Mistress.”
“Ah now, that is so much better. I know you must love calling me Mistress. Why don’t you tell me that. Why don’t you tell me that you love calling me Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Batgirl said even as she raced to correct her mistake. “You are so right, Mistress. I love calling you Mistress.”
“Of course you do but there’s something else to consider. If you’re going to call me Mistress, then that must make you my slave. Isn’t that right? Are you my good, little Slave?”
Mm yes, she thought. That was so right. “I am your good, little slave, Mistress.”
“Well then, if that’s the case, we really ought to give you a new name that’s much more befitting of your new position. I think we ought to call you Batslave. I think that’s such a lovely name and clearly so much more true of the real you. How’s that sound? Do you want to be called Batslave?”
It was clear that this was what Mistress wanted and if this was what Mistress wanted then Batslave knew it was what she wanted, too. “Yes, Mistress,” she cooed. “You are so right. You can call me whatever you want but I’d really love it if you called me Batslave.”
“Why, of course,” Ivy said with a smirk. “I know how much you love it when I call you Batslave but even more than that, I know that every time I call you Batslave, it makes you fall even more under my control. Isn’t that right, Batslave?”
Batslave couldn’t help but find herself trembling every time Mistress said her name. It was almost as if every time Mistress called her that that she fell even more under Mistress’s control but even more than that was the realization of just how much she wanted Mistress to own her even more. She would gladly do whatever Mistress wanted her to do if only to show Mistress just how much she needed her to own her even more deeply.
“Do you want to please me, Batslave?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Batslave said. “I would do anything to please you. Just let me know how I can serve you.”
Ivy smiled at that. “You should be careful when you say you’d do anything. That’s such a broad statement and it includes so many delicious possibilities.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Batslave said although she couldn’t help but wonder why Mistress was telling her this. Wasn’t it obvious that she would do anything that Mistress wanted. What could possibly be wrong with that?
“Have you ever eaten another woman’s pussy before?” Mistress asked.
Batslave shook her head. “No, Mistress. I would never do that.”
“Oh, you should never say never because it’s such a broad word,” Ivy said with a smile, “but let’s put that to a test, shall we?”
Ivy took off her clothes as Batslave watched.
A now naked Poison Ivy stood before her own personal slave even as Batslave watched her from her chair and then Ivy slipped the fingers of one hand down to play with her little hairless slit. “Look at my pussy,” she said as her fingers continued to stroke the outer lips. “It’s such a pretty pussy, don’t you think, Batslave?”
Batslave couldn’t help but nod. “It is a pretty pussy,” she said.
“Yes, it is. So pretty and if I know my little Batslave, she’s becoming aroused just from watching her Mistress play with her pussy.”
Was she, Batslave wondered. She wasn’t quite sure but what she was sure was that her Mistress had the prettiest pussy ever.
“I want you to eat my pussy, Batslave. I’ll bet my telling you that is enough to make you think maybe you should do it even though you’ve just moments ago said you never would eat a pussy but you’d do it just to please me,”
Batslave couldn’t help but nod. Mistress was of course right because Mistress was always right but she certainly would do it if that was what Mistress wanted.
“I know you want to eat it,” Mistress said. “The truth is you’ve always wanted to eat pussy but you’ve just hidden that from yourself but you don’t have to hide it anymore. You can finally admit it to yourself. You want to eat pussy.”
Batslave couldn’t help but gasp. Mistress was right of course because Mistress was always right but how could she have not seen it for herself. Of course, she wanted to eat pussy.
“I won’t tell you to do anything that you don’t want to do but I do want you to admit it to yourself. You want to eat pussy. You always have and you always will.”
It was so obvious when Mistress put it that way. Of course she wanted to eat pussy. Always had. Always would.
“Now I want you to tell me truthfully, Batslave, and you know I’d know if you lied to me, but do you want to eat my pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’d love to do it. May I please eat your pussy?”
“Absolutely,” Ivy said and then she was untying Batslave’s hands and for the first time, Batslave was able to get out of the chair where she had been bound but even freed as she was, Batslave made no attempt to try and get away.
The heavy door now swung open and Batslave was led into a corridor that was just as sparse and barren as the room she’d been in before but Batslave barely gave that any thought at all. Her only desire was to follow Mistress to wherever it was that Mistress wanted her to go.
Batslave was led into another room with pink walls and a big bed with a white headboard and a flowery comforter. There was a white dresser and a white nightstand and a closet with mirrors on the doors.
“Welcome to the room I grew up in when I was in my teens,” Ivy said as she now played with her pussy while Batslave watched. "I know you like watching me play with my pussy."
Batslave nodded even as she continued to watch.
"I know you want to please me, don't you, Batslave."
"Yes, Mistress, I want to please you."
Mistress looked back at Batslave before crooking her finger at her. “I think you know what to do, Batslave. Come here and show your Mistress just how much you love eating her pussy.”
Batslave climbed up onto the bed and then she was sliding in between Ivy’s legs and moments later, it was her tongue that was licking Ivy’s pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Ivy moaned. “Oh yeah. You know I’d always wanted to have the Bat man do this but I have to say that you do make such a very good pussy eater.”
Batslave wouldn’t have said anything even if she could but given how busy her tongue was, saying anything wasn’t really an option.
"Oh fuck. You really are good at that but now it's time for you to make me cum. Keep doing what you're doing. Keep eating that pussy. Keep doing what you're doing and make me cum."
Batslave did exactly what she was told to do and she made Mistress cum very hard.
With Batslave having done what she’d been told to do, Ivy reached over to a nightstand next to the bed and then she was opening the drawer and she was taking out a pair of very large scissors. “You know, I was planning to have the Bat man cut out the whole front of his uniform with these so he could expose his cock to me but that’s not going to happen but I’m starting to think of something even better. I want you to cut your uniform from the front to the back right through the crotch and then I want to hear the fabric rip as you pull it apart to show me your pussy.”
Batslave took the scissors and she started at the front and cut her uniform from front to back before pulling her uniform apart and showing off her pussy.
“Good, Batslave. Very good. Now bring that pussy up here so I can give it the pussy eating it deserves.”
Again, Batslave did as she was told and so it was that Poison Ivy ended up eating out her pussy through the tattered remnants of her uniform until she’d been made to cum and cum and cum all over again.
“Using you has been very fun,” Poison Ivy said. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
Poison Ivy had a couple of her minions bring Batslave back to the room where she’d been held before except now her pussy was on full display and the men pulled her arms behind her and handcuffed her and then left.
Without Poison Ivy continually hammering home that she was Batslave, ever so slowly, Batgirl reemerged and she couldn’t believe what she’d done. Was she fucking crazy, she wondered.
It was the drug or whatever it was that they’d put in her nose. Clearly, it had affected her. Clearly, it had made her do things that she would have never done before.
She needed to escape, Batgirl told herself. She needed to escape before Poison Ivy came back with whatever new things she wanted to make her do but what if she couldn’t escape. What if Ivy came back before she’d gotten herself free.
She would resist, Batgirl thought at first but there was a problem with that. If she resisted too much, Ivy would realize she was no longer under her control and if she knew that ...
Batgirl couldn’t help but shudder.
Ivy could never know that. She could never suspect that Batgirl’s own personality had once more emerged. She had to think that Batgirl was still under her control until she could find some way to escape. That might mean that she might have to do things ... perverse things even ... but things that would hide the fact that she was once more in control of herself.
Her arms, she realized, were only handcuffed together but she wasn’t in any way handcuffed to the chair. That meant she could stand and she did but did it mean she could do anything else. She still wore her cowl and her tattered uniform but her utility belt had been taken from her so no tools or anything else that might help her get free from the handcuffs but still ...
She managed to slide her hands down her legs and then past her feet and now her hands were in front of her. She listened at the door and hearing no one outside, she tried the knob.
She hadn’t really expected the knob to turn but it did and now she was out of her cell. No one was around but there on a hook on the door was her utility belt. In an instant, she grabbed at the tools on the uniform’s belt and moments later, she’d freed herself from the handcuffs and she was gone.
She contacted Alfred from her motorcycle as she sped away. “It was Poison Ivy, Alfred,” Batgirl said.
“Poison Ivy, Ms. Gordon?”
“It was her and her men at the power plant. I got in their way but they caught me.”
“They caught you?”
“Yeah. They caught me. They took me back to their lair but I managed to escape.”
“Well done, Ms. Gordon.”
“Thanks, Alfred. It was rather harrowing but I’d like to take the night off.”
“By all means, take the night off, Ms. Gordon, and as many more nights as you need as well,” Alfred told her. “When you’re ready, we can put you back in the field but we’ll do it when you’re ready and not before.”
“Thanks, Alfred.”
Despite what Alfred had told her, she didn’t take the night off because even if Batgirl wasn’t working, her alter ego Barbara Gordon still had her job to do as a librarian in Gotham City Library.
It still bugged her what Poison Ivy had been able to do to her and it was all because of that stupid drug of hers. It was a good thing that the effects had been temporary but in the short amount of time that Ivy had had her in her clutches, she’d made Barbara do things that she’d never thought she’d do.
She’d been too embarrassed to tell Alfred about Ivy’s drug or what she’d made her do under its effects. She knew that wasn’t right. She knew she should be able to divulge any fact but the truth was she just couldn’t admit the full extent of what had been done to her.
Still, there was something comforting about working her job at the library. The job was usually a quiet job although from time to rime, you’d encounter people who wanted to be more rambunctious than was appropriate but even that wasn’t it. What made it comforting was what she’d been doing it long enough that it felt like a second home to her.
So there she was at the library the night after her encounter with Ivy only now there was something different. She hadn’t really noticed it at first but as time wore on, it had become more clear.
There was a tension in the air only Barbara wasn’t sure if the tension was real or if it only existed in her head.
Had there always been so many hot women coming into the library that needed to get their pussies eaten out, Barbara asked herself and then in the next instant she found herself wondering why she’d thought that. It was Ivy, she told herself and she had to admit that Alfred had been right. Ivy still had her hooks in her. She really did need to take some time off to clear her head,
Part of her time at the library was spent at the front desk but part of her time was spent just making the rounds. The library was a big place and there were lots of places that just couldn’t be seen even by security cameras so it was important to make the rounds periodically,
On one such patrol, Barbara came across a man and a woman. There was nothing wrong with the girl, Barbara thought. The girl was a blond with a nose ring. She was at least trying to read a book. The problem was her friend. He had a hand under the table and he looked like he was more interested in her than in any of the books.
“Stop it,” Barbara heard the girl hiss at the boy and that was enough to make her investigate. “What’s going on here?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“Nothing,” the both of them replied in near unison.
Yeah right, nothing, Barbara thought. She’d seen this act many times before. “Is this man bothering you?” she asked.
“He’s not bothering me. He’s my boyfriend.”
“I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend. I asked you if he was bothering you.”
“He’s not bothering me.”
“Yeah, see,” the boyfriend said. “I’m not bothering her so why don’t you turn your ass around and go bother someone else.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the girl shake her head. “I am doing my job,” Barbara said. “If you’re bothering this girl, then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
The man now stood up belligerently. “That’s funny,” he sneered, “because I was thinking I was going to have to ask you to leave us the fuck alone.”
“I’m warning you. You’re really close to getting kicked out. Just sit down and don’t bother the girl, okay?”
“You don’t fucking tell me what to do and I’m going to do what I want to do.”
“Fine. Then you’ll do it outside the library. I’m kicking you out. Now do you want me to call a security guard to escort you out of the building or are you going to leave on your own?”
The man glared at Barbara and then he looked at the girl. “That’s it,” he said. “I’m fucking out of here. You coming or not?”
“But I’m not done here, Johnny.”
“Fine. Then you can find your own way home,” and with that, the man turned and left.
“Thanks a lot,” the girl said with seething irritation. “Johnny was my ride home. Now I got to find my own way home. I’m starting to think maybe I should have gone with him. Now I’m wondering if maybe I should start calling around to see if I can find a ride home but I’m really not done here. That’s why I was letting him …”
“That’s why you were letting him what?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to get kicked out by some uptight librarian who just likes pushing other people around.”
“I’m sorry,” Barbara said. “I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, well you know now not that it does either one of us any good.”
“I could get an Uber to take you home,” Barbara offered.
“You’d do that?” the girl asked and then she added, “why would you do that?”
Barbara wasn’t even sure herself. Yes, she’d chased the girl’s boyfriend away but it hadn’t been without reason and it wasn’t policy for the library staff to get Ubers for the library patrons so why should she do that? “Can I ask you a question?” Barbara asked.
“Sure, I guess. What do you want to know?”
“Your boyfriend’s hand was under the table but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. I was wondering what your boyfriend was doing.”
The girl was now suddenly defensive. “I can’t see why that would matter to you,” she said.
Barbara wasn’t sure why she was doing it but she slipped into the seat that Johnny had just vacated and then she was sliding her hand under the table just as Johnny had been doing.
“Hey, what are you doing?” the girl asked worriedly.
Barbara’s hand now found it’s way to where the girl’s skirt had been pulled up. Her panties hadn’t been pulled down but her panties were wet. “Did Johnny have his fingers here?” Barbara asked as her fingers now stroked themselves against her panties.
“You need to stop that,” the girl said.
“I want to eat your pussy,” Barbara said even as she wondered why she was saying that.
“You want to do what?” the girl asked.
“I want to eat your pussy,” Barbara said even as she knew her fingers were doing what Johnny’s fingers must have been doing not that long ago. “Do you like girls?”
“I like girls,” the girl said breathlessly.
“What about it? Can I eat your pussy?”
“What? You mean here?”
“Absolutely. I need it here. I need it now,” and then Barbara followed it up with something else. “I want you to tell me what to do.”
“You want me to tell you what to do?”
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t know,” the girl said. “I mean I’ve only once done it with a girl before and that was when my friends and me got drunk at a bar and then well, you know, things just kind of got out of hand. I’m not sure I’d even know what to do.”
Barbara couldn’t help but feel a little desperate. All she knew was she had this need and her need involved her being allowed to serve another woman and to eat her pussy. “I know you haven’t done it before,” she said, “and I haven’t really done it all that much either but I think it would totally be fun and I’d love being allowed to serve you.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Barbara laughed. “You got me. I was kidding. You picked up on it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. I’ll admit it. You had me going there for a second. Listen, were you really serious about getting me a ride home?”
“Sure. I can get you a ride home.”
“If that’s the case then I think I’d like to take you up on it because I think there’s no way Johnny’s going to come back out here to pick me up.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“It’s complicated. I guess I’d say sometimes yes and sometimes no. I’m not sure which is better though. Yes or no.”
“Which is why it’s complicated.”
“Yeah. Which is why it’s complicated.”
“My name’s Barbara. Look me up at the front desk and I can hook you up with your ride.”
“Thanks. My name’s Maisie.”
“Nice to meet you Maisie. Like I said, when you’re ready to go, just look me up at the front desk.”
“I will.”
Even as Barbara moved away from Maisie, she wondered just what the hell had come over her. She hadn’t been kidding at all. She’d been totally serious when she’d said she wanted to serve the girl.
“You weren’t kidding, were you?”
The girl who’d said that was an Asian girl with long black hair and with a cap pulled down over her head. Barbara looked at the girl and then she shook her head. “You’re right,” she said. “I wasn’t kidding.”
“I’d be willing to put you through the paces if you’re willing to make it worth my while.”
In spite of herself, Barbara couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. “How am I supposed to make it worth your while?”
The Asian girl smiled for the first time. “That, in and of itself, is a good start. I know if you weren’t willing then you would have run away but you didn’t run away, did you, but let’s have you start by pulling down your dress and showing me your tits.”
Barbara couldn’t help but feel excited as she pulled her dress and then her bra so that she could show the girl her tits.
“Nice,” the girl said. “I like it but that’s only good for a starter. Let’s see you pull your dress up and take down your panties.”
Barbara was quivering as she pulled up her dress and pushed down her panties and then she was pushing her fingers in between her legs.
“But don’t stop playing with your tits while you play with your pussy. I want to see you giving attention to both of them.”
No sooner had the Asian girl told her to do that than Barbara was fondling one of her breasts even as the fingers of her other hand continued to play with her pussy.
“Nice, nice,” the Asian girl said. “I’m really liking this side of you. You’re a librarian here in this library, aren’t you?”
“That’s right, I’m a librarian.”
“How’s it feel to be playing with yourself here in the library? Aren’t you worried that someone might see you?”
Petrified actually, Barbara wanted to say but something prevented her from saying that. Instead, she just shrugged and she said, “You wanted to see me do this.”
“And you’re doing it just because I’m telling you to do it. Interesting, but you know what I want? I want to see you work your finger inside your pussy. I want you to work your finger inside your pussy and then I want to see you lick your juices off your finger.”
There was some part of her that was wondering why she was doing this but Barbara didn’t much care. Instead, she did just what she’d been told to do.
“That is so hot,” the Asian girl said. “It seems to me that you’re willing to do whatever I tell you to do which means there’s only one thing left for you to do.”
“What’s that?”
“There’s private rooms here in the library, right?”
“That’s right. They’re not that big. They’re really just big enough for a single person. They’re meant for people who need to make or receive a phone call while they’re here in the library.”
“Where’s the closest one to where we are now?”
“At the end of the hall.”
“Cool. Fix up your clothes and then you can follow me there.”
Barbara did as she was told and then she was following the Asian girl as she led her down the hall. “This is one of those rooms, right?”
“That’s right.”
“All right. Let’s go inside and then you are going to remove all of your clothes.”
The room really wasn’t that big. It really was just for one person. Just a chair and a small shelf where the person could take some notes but the girl didn’t care. She unbuttoned her jeans and then she pushed her jeans and her panties down before perching herelf on the very small shelf. “Your turn,” she said. “Clothes off and then you kneel down and you better know what you’re supposed to do because I’m going to be mad if I have to tell you.
Barbara removed her clothes and then she was kneeling down but she didn’t have to be told what to do. The Asian girl had a hairy pussy but that didn’t stop Barbara from working her tongue in between the girl’s legs and then into the girl’s pussy.
“Oh yes,” the girl moaned as Barbara went to work on her pussy. “You really do know what to do, don’t you.”
She shouldn’t be doing this, Barbara told herself and yet now that she was where she was, every time she tried to tell herself that she shouldn’t be doing this just made her want to do it even more,
“Are you going to make me cum,” the Asian girl cooed. “You know I want you to. I want it so bad.”
Her own pussy was so wet just from licking the other girl’s pussy, Barbara realized and even as she let her tongue continue to please the other woman, she worked her fingers up under her skirt to play with her own pussy.
“Oh my God,” the Asian gasped. “Oh my God, yes. You’re going to do it. You’re going to make me cum. Oh fuck yes. That’s it. That’s it. Oh fuck, you’re doing it. You’re making me fucking cum.”
It wasn’t just the other girl, Barbara knew. Almost as soon as the other girl had started to cum then Barbara was cumming, too, it was almost as if their two pussies were somehow linked together.
It was only after the two of them had stopped cumming that Barbara finally pulled back not that there really was that far to go in the tiny, little cubicle and then the Asian girl lowered her legs and pulled up her panties and her jeans even as Barbara stood and readjusted her own clothes,
The Asian girl took Barbara’s face in her hands and then she kissed her. “You know that was fun,” she said. “We should do it again real soon.”
Barbara nodded numbly and the Asian girl let herself out of the cubicle leaving Barbara finally alone.
What the hell had come over her, Barbara wondered. She could get fired for something like this and it wouldn’t be like there was anything she could say in her defense. She’d done it and that’s all there was to it.
Barbara let herself out of the cubicle and she went to the restroom to make sure everything was in place before she returned to her place at the front desk.
It was almost closing time when Maisie made an appearance at the front desk. “Hey,” she said cautiously, “is your offer still good for a ride home?”
“Absolutely. Let me get my phone and we can get you your ride home.”
“Gee thanks and I’m sorry we couldn’t do what you wanted to do earlier but I just couldn’t.”
Barbara waved that away. “Don’t worry about it. Really. Just put it out of your mind.”
“Thanks for being so understanding.”
There were a few stragglers as the last of the patrons made their way forward to check out their items but finally the last of them were out of the building and the doors were locked and the librarians on staff in the library walked the library to make sure that no one had been left inside and then the staff let themselves out of a side entrance.
Barbara knew that some of her cohorts were anxious to get to their cars as soon as possible and she understood it. Gotham City after dark could be a dangerous place but even if she didn’t have her Batgirl equipment, Barbara felt as if she was more than capable to handle anyone who might try and come her way.
Once the rest of the people were in their cars and had driven away, Barbara began her walk to the nearest subway station. As Batgirl’s alter ego, she liked riding the subway because she felt it gave her a pulse on where Gotham was.
As she walked down the street to the subway station, she passed an alleyway and as she passed, she thought she heard some sound coming from the alley which was enough to make her stop. “Is someone there?” she called out.
There was no answer but that wasn’t enough to make Barbara walk away. It wasn’t like she had to be home right away. She had time to investigate so she stepped into the alleyway.
After threading her way around a trash bin and some other junk, what Barbara found were three women all dressed in short dresses and clearly dressed for a night out on the town. The dirty blond in the blue dress either had her back up against the wall or was standing very close to it while the raven-haired brunette in a red dress squatted down clearly with the intent of eating her friend out and even as the brown-haired girl in the black dress stood to the side and held their purses. “What is going on here?” Barbara asked.
In moments, the red dress woman was standing up and facing off against Barbara. “Who the devil are you?” she asked.
“My name is Barbara and I work at the library.”
“Well, Barbara who works at the library, you’ve interrupted something very important here. It seems our friend here forgot to bring her invitation to the party we were going to. Now, while that’s bad, and let me tell you, it is indeed bad, it’s even worse to interrupt the rest of us while we were teaching her a lesson.”
“What do you mean?” Barbara asked.
“Well Barbara who works at the library, as much as I’d like to finish teaching my friend her lesson, now I need to deal with you, too. Tell me, Barbara who works at the library, have you ever had a woman eat your pussy out?”
“Yes.”
“Ooh, you have. That’s good and tell me Barbara who works at the library, have you ever returned the favor? Have you ever eaten another woman’s pussy out yourself?”
“Yes.”
“When was the last time you ate out a woman’s pussy?”
Barbara didn’t really want to answer that question but she felt as if she couldn’t not tell the truth. “A couple of hours ago,” she said.
“Oh ho. So our good, little librarian girl likes to eat pussy on the job. I like that but I think maybe we should put her to the test.”
“What do you mean?” Barbara asked worriedly.
“What I mean librarian girl who eats pussy in the library is you’ve got some pussy eating skills and since it’s clear we’re not going to the party we we were going to go to, I think you need to show us your skills. Now why don’t you kneel down before us and tell us you want to eat our pussies.”
This was insane, Barbara thought. This couldn’t be happening and yet there she was kneeling down in the alley just as she’d been told to do.
All three of the women were lining up in front of Barbara and all three of them were pulling up their dresses. “All right, librarian girl, Jenny here already has her panties down but me and Carla here need you to take our panties down, too.”
What the hell was she doing, Barbara asked herself but even as she asked herself, she knew what she was doing. First panties down were the black lacy panties worn by Carla and then she was moving over to the girl in the red dress to take down her pink panties, too, and in spite of herself, Barbara could feel a need growing inside her, a need to eat pussy.
But apparently it wasn’t going to be as simple as that. “Hold on there, librarian girl, I hope you didn’t think it was going to be as simple as all that. I mean Jenny and Carla and me all know you’d eat pussy in a library of all places and clearly you’ve shown us that you’d love to eat pussy in an alleyway as well but I think we need librarian girl here to show us a little something more.”
“Like what, Eva?” Jenny asked as it was clear that Eva in the red dress seemed to be making all the decisions.
“Good question,” Eva said. “I think we should make librarian girl here beg for it.”
“Beg for what?” Carla asked.
“Beg to eat our pussies, of course. I mean we already know she’s a slut who’ll eat pussy in the library but she really ought to show us how much of a slut she really is,”
I’m not going to do it, Barbara told herself although even as she said it, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would.
“What’s the matter, librarian girl?” Eva taunted her. “You can’t get cold feet now. You’ve already got us here with our panties down and speaking of that, it’s a bit chilly but you got us here. It’s up to you to take care of this situation.”
She still wasn’t going to do it, Barbara told herself even as she caught herself leaning forward.
“Oh look at librarian girl trying to be all high and mighty but we all know that shit ain’t going to fly. You need to beg to eat our pussies.”
Even as she was telling herself she still wasn’t going to do it, she said one little word. “Please …”
“What’s that, librarian girl. We didn’t hear you. Did any of you girls hear her?”
None of the other girls said they’d heard her.
“You’re going to have to speak up, librarian girl. Be specific and tell us what you want.”
This time, Barbara didn’t hold back. “Please let me eat your pussies,” she said.
“What’s that,” Eva said. “I’m still not sure I heard you. Did any of the other of you girls hear librarian girl?”
None of the other girls seemed to have heard her and Barbara knew what they were going to do and considering she’d already come this far, she knew she was going to give in to what they wanted her to do so once more, Barbara said it a little more loudly. “I want to eat your pussies. Please let me eat your pussies.”
The three women continued to make Barbara beg but it wasn’t long before Barbara was working her tongue into each of their pussies and it wasn’t long before she was making each of them cum.
“I think we need to take librarian girl home with us,” Eva said, “and since Jenny here forgot her invitation to the party, it looks like none of us is going to go. What do you girls think?”
Barbara tried to protest but the girls were hearing none of it and apparently Jenny and Eva and Carla were all roommates which meant Barbara ended up in their apartment with a pussy that had been eaten out by each one of the roommates.
Those instances were only the first but they most certainly weren’t the last. It seemed as if given any opportunity to do it, Barbara would become a lesbian sex slave for anyone who wanted to use her.
Ivy did this to me, Barbara told herself. I have to get my life back under my control. I need to get Ivy to change me back.
That was how Batgirl found herself running on her motorcycle as she went looking for Poison Ivy and it was only after she’d left that she realized her Batgirl uniform was the very one she’d worn that night when she took on Ivy, the one that she’d ripped the crotch out of so Ivy could eat her pussy. That uniform was the one she was wearing and it wasn’t as if she didn’t have an undamaged uniform but for some reason, she’d put on the one with the ripped out crotch.
Batgirl’s pussy was on total overload by the time she got back to where Poison Ivy’s headquarters had been but then the thrumming of a motorcycles engine through the seat into a fully exposed pussy is bound to do that to you. Still, she had to give herself a moment to get herself under control before beginning her exploration.
She didn’t expect to find Ivy at the place where her old headquarters had been before. That would have been amazingly stupid. When heroes found out where you were based, villains would likely scurry around to find new headquarters before they could be found out so Batgirl was surprised to find that Ivy seemingly hadn’t moved her headquarters at all.
Still, Batgirl continued to survey the headquarters on the thought that it might be a trap but there were men going in and out of the place as if it was still in use. There was no sign of Ivy but ammazingly, it seemed as if the villain was still using her old headquarters.
Sheer audacity, Batgirl thought. Did Ivy really think that she wouldn’t come back or did she think she was too addled by having her pussy eaten that she couldn’t recall where she’d eaten Ivy’s pussy. That had caused Batgirl to shiver. The pussy eating had been good. Really good, actually, but it hadn’t been so good that she’d completely forgotten where it had happened.
Batgirl crept in slowly. She used her battarang to knock out first the one of the guards out front and then the other. So far, so good.
She snuck inside even as she was on the look out for someone on the inside but again, there was no one there.
She made her way deeper and deeper inside the headquarters thinking that any moment she would encounter Ivy and her men but remarkably, there was no one. It had been too easy, Batgirl thought to herself. Was it possible that Ivy had moved on. Was it possible that this was in fact a trap.
She made her way to Ivy’s quarters and then she opened the door even as she wondered what she would find on the other side but what she did find was Ivy on a bed looking as if she’d been waiting for her. “Won’t you come in?” Ivy asked.
“You’re my prisoner, Ivy, but you did something to me and I want you to take it back.”
“Did something to you? How ever could I do something to you?”
“You know what I mean?” Batgirl said.
“Why don’t you enlighten me.”
“I got away from you but I want you to take back whatever you put in my head.”
“You silly little girl. You should have guessed by now that we let you escape.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you seriously think that my men wouldn’t know how to restrain you to a chair or that we’d leave you alone and unattended for a significant period of time? You escaped because we wanted you to escape.”
“But why—“
“Why did we let you escape? Isn’t that obvious? We gave you a chance to get away because we knew that you’d be back. We knew you just couldn’t resist it. We knew you’d crave what we’d given you before and we knew you’d come crawling back here for more.”
Only now did Batgirl realize that she’d been played and that realization only served to deepen a growing feeling of humiliation. On some level, she knew Poison Ivy was imposing these feelings upon her but that didn’t make those feelings any less real. She’d been played like a rank amateur and now she’d come back here thinking she’d be the one making the demands when …”
“You know, the Bat Man would not have let himself be trapped so completely.”
Ivy was right. He wouldn’t have gotten trapped like this.
“But now you’re here and you know what that means?”
“What?”
“It means you’re going to be begging for what you know you want and crave.”
Batgirl wanted to shake her head but it was only just a halfhearted attempt. There was already a part of her that was almost eagerly agreeing with what Ivy was saying.
“And the first part of that is my clever little drug. You’re going to beg me to give you another dose only this time, the effects are going to be so much more intense than they were before.”
“More intense?” Batgirl asked helplessly.
“Absolutely. As much as you were Batslave before, you’ll be even more so now. You’ll want to be Batslave and you will crave and beg that we make that your new reality.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Oh, but you will and you’ll enjoy it, too. My little drug turns people into submissives. I wonder how many women you’ve given yourself to over the past week. I’ll bet it’s been more than one and I’ll bet you’ve never been in control even once and you know what? I’ll bet you’ve enjoyed every single time that someone else has controlled you.”
“No,” Batgirl whimpered.
“Oh, but you did. My plan was to make the Bat Man a submissive but you messed all that up but I have to say I rather enjoy this and that’s why you’re going to beg me to douse you again only this time, it’s going to be permanent.”
“I … can’t.”
“Oh, but you want to, don’t you,” and now Poison Ivy produced her vial. “I just want you to imagine me dousing you with this, sticking this drug up your nose, you breathing it in and you submitting to your new life as a lesbian submissive and all you have to do is ask for it.”
“I … I … I can’t.”
“All right. Suit yourself but you know you want to. You know this bottle contains your deepest desires. Maybe they weren’t your desires before but they’re your desires now. You’ve had just a small taste of what this can do but if you’re willing to give all that up then fine I accept that.”
“No … wait.”
“Wait? For what? You said you weren’t going to say it and if you’re not going to say it then I’m not sure why it is that I should continue to wait around? You say you’re good then fine. By the way, I love the ripped Batgirl uniform. You don’t have a new uniform to wear?”
“I did actually.”
“But you chose to wear the ripped uniform. I like it.”
Batgirl just stood there and then finally she said, “I was, um, I was wondering if you could douse me with your drug again.”
“Why of course, I can. All you had to do was ask.”
Batgirl knew giving in like this was so very wrong but she also knew she couldn’t not give in. The very thought of surrendering was just so enticing to her. “I want you to do it,” she said. “I want you to hit me with your drug again.”
Excellent,’ ivy said. “I know you won’t regret it, now the first thing I’m going to need you to do is to take off all your clothes.”
Batgirl couldn’t wait to comply and soon she was standing there naked except for the cowl which she still wore. “Should I take off my cowl, too?” she asked.
“That’s totally up to you. Your choice,”
Batgirl gave it a moment of thought. She really knew she wasn’t supposed to but somehow divulging her true identity seemed more like something that someone like her would do so in the next moment, she was removing her cowl.
“Why you’re Commissioner Gordon’s daughter,” Ivy stated.
“Yes. Barbara Gordon. Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all. I was just noting it for the record. Now I want you to sit down and we’ll get started,”
Barbara sat exactly as she’d been told to do.
“Now I want to hear you say it again while you still have the ability to resist. Do you want me to douse you with my drug?”
Maybe she shouldn’t say it, Barbara thought, but she knew what she wanted so she said it. “I want you to do it. I want you to douse me with your drug.”
‘“All right then. Here goes. Now I know you’re going to want to breathe it in as quickly as possible but I want you to resist that urge. Really let it aerosolize inside your nose and when you can’t resist anymore, that’s when I want you to breathe it all in.”
As excited as she was, there was a part of her that just wanted to breathe it in as quickly as she possibly could but she’d been told to wait for as long as she could so she tried holding her breath but she could feel the drug working it’s way into her body through the nasal membranes until …
She couldn’t hold back one moment longer. With a mighty breath, she breathed in through her nose.
It hit her so very hard but suddenly everything she’d ever desired was right there before her. She longed to be submissive. She longed to be owned by women. She now looked at Poison Ivy and she said the only thing she could possibly say. “How may I serve you, Mistress?”
Ivy just smiled. “It’s good to have you back, my good, little Batslave.”
“It’s good to be back, Mistress. Please let me stay with you and serve you forever, Mistress. I promise to do whatever you want,”
“Oh I’m sure you will because you do so love being my good, little Batslave, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I love it very much.”