Batgirl made her way back to the clock tower to get a fresh batsuit. She dropped in through the roof entrance and began peeling her uniform off, grimacing as her top stuck to her tits due to Luthor's cum. Second time I've come home with a uniform filled with semen she thought with a shudder. But last time was due to her rooftop rendezvous with Richard, and this time was caused by Lex Luthor assaulting her. I can't believe he unmasked me her stomach twisted at the memory, filling her with fear over what he'd do with the footage.
She made her way to her bathroom and scrubbed her mouth out as best she can, realizing this was the same thing she had to do after Killer Moth had his way with her mouth. The memories mixed in her mind and overloaded, and for just a moment she could taste and feel both criminals cumming in her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the sides of the sink, trying her best to stay in the present and to shake away the two phantom dicks in her mouth. It was too much, and her stomach surged as she lunged for the toilet. She vomited everything in her stomach into the porcelain, wishing Richard was there to hold her hair out of her face as her stomach emptied out of her. She groaned when she was done, flushing it as she went back to the sink to keep scrubbing her mouth out.
She took a hot shower until the water turned cold, then grabbed a clean batsuit from her bat-room and quickly put it on. She called the Library to call in sick for the next 2 days, feeling a pang of guilt as she faked a raspy voice to sell her story. After hanging up, she went into her belt to retrieve the riddle to see who she would be fighting next. She pulled the small card with thick green cardstock and read the plain white text on it
I'm soft and cuddly but inspired by something ferocious. The more scared you are, the closer I am. I am always stuffed, but never hungry.
the old teddy bear factory on Founders Island she realized. The perfect place for Bane to hide, they shut that place down four years ago. Guess he still has his teddy bear fixation. She pulled her mask on, its presence comforting her after the previous night. With a swift motion, she hooked her grappling gun to the roof exit and swung out into the dark Gotham air. The wind whipped through her hair as she swung through the city, her pulse racing as she prepared herself for the fight ahead. Bane... my first test will literally make or break me.
She made her way to Founders Island, taking extra care to recon the area. Normally, she would have waited for backup to deal with someone as dangerous as Bane. But with Robin's secret identity and life on the line, she had little choice. She landed silently on the roof of Gotham's abandoned Teddy Bear factory and quietly pried the air duct open, slipping into the tight confines. She made her way through the ventilation system and dropped out onto the I-beams in the ceiling. She couldn't observe anyone in the factory, but there were signs that someone was staying there. A table in the main area still had food on it, and exercise equipment nearby was definitely out of place in a teddy bear factory. She spied the office tucked away in the corner and used her line to descend to the ground, silently making her way to the office. The windows to the office were covered in newspaper, obscuring what lied inside.
As she approached the office, the hairs on her neck started to rise, knowing each step could be bringing her closer to a battle that could leave her in a wheelchair or a casket. The door, slightly ajar, seemed to beckon her forward, but before she could push it open, a massive fist crashed through the wood, splintering it into jagged fragments. Bane emerged, his imposing size dwarfing her, his expressionless mask sending a chill up her spine. Without a word, he swung at her with a force that could crush a car, but Batgirl dodged with a practiced agility, her cape fluttering behind her. If he gets his hands on me I'm dead. Better ditch the cape to make it harder on him Her yellow gloves went up to the clasps on her shoulders as she kept her eyes on him, letting her cape fall to the floor. "Don't suppose you'd just give me the damn riddle and turn yourself in to the nearest cop?"
He didn't acknowledge her wise ass remark as they circled each other, locked in a silent challenge. The air was thick with tension as they sized each other up, their movements deliberate and calculated. Bane, his massive frame exuding raw power, sneered at Batgirl as he finally spoke. "The Bat was worthy of my efforts, my planning..." he taunted, his voice deep and menacing. "...but I don't need traps or schemes to destroy you. My fists are all I need
destroy you. My fists are all I need." He lunged at her and they clashed in a flurry of motion, their battle echoing through the derelict warehouse. Bane's massive fists swung with the force of a wrecking ball, each blow aimed at crushing her, but Batgirl danced around him. She dodged a thunderous punch that shattered the concrete floor, the dust rising like a cloud around them. With a swift kick, she struck his ribs, the impact resonating through the air, but Bane barely flinched, his eyes narrowing in fury. He lunged at her, his arms wide, but she slipped under his grasp, her heart racing as she kept dodging fatal blows. She countered with a spinning heel kick, connecting with his jaw, but Bane staggered only for a moment before charging again, relentless. In a sudden, powerful motion, Bane grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Batgirl struggled, her legs kicking futilely as he held her above his head. With a brutal yank, he tore her utility belt from her waist, hurling it across the room. notgoodnotgood her heart was hammering the inside of her ribcage as she struggled to pry his vise-like grip off of her. Bane's voice was a gutteral growl as he tightened his grip around her. "You are no match for me, Batgirl," he sneered, his words dripping with malice. "I will snap your spine like a twig, pendeja. Your days of walking and enjoying the feeling of sex are over, and I'll show Riddler that all of his efforts were wasted on a pale imitation of the bat." He lifted her higher as he prepared to slam her back-first onto his beefy knee and pulverize her spine. Before he could make good on his threat however, she twisted in his grip and aimed the micro nozzle in the wrist of her glove at his masked face and blasted him with a highly concreted burst of pepper spray, a recent upgrade to her suits defenses. The highly potent pepper spray soaked into his mask, which did nothing to shield him from its effects. His grip loosened as his lungs filled with the burning agent, choking on it as he released her legs to pull his mask off. She wasted no time, twisting out of his grasp and landing gracefully on the ground. Batgirl wasted no time and sprinted towards the utility belt. Bane, half blind and furious, barreled after her as best as he could. Reaching the belt, she snatched it with a swift motion, quickly grabbing her grappling gun. As Bane lunged for her, Batgirl sprang into a fluid somersault, becoming a black and yellow blur as she arced over his head. Before she landed behind him, she had fired the grappling hook at the rafters in the ceiling and wrapped the line around his neck and pulled the trigger. The grappling guns powerful motor sprang to life, immediately yanking Bane off his feet and high into the air. His head cracked sharply against the steel i-beam and was knocked unconscious. He hung limply from the rafters, her grappling line still wrapped tightly around his neck. As quick as she could, she grabbed a batarang from her belt and threw it at the line, cutting it before it strangled him to death. He plummeted towards the floor below, impacting it hard enough that she felt the reverberations through her yellow boots. She walked over to him warily and checked his pulse. Even unconscious, his pulse pounded through his body like a war drum. Confident that she hadn't inflicted mortal harm, she began searching him for the riddle, the clue to her next opponent. She reached into his pocket and nearly recoiled on reflex, having accidentally brushed against his rather large cock. Her face bright red under the mask, she pushed her hand in further, moving the girthy member aside to find the green card hidden at the bottom of his pocket. She pulled it out, the green card damp from Banes sweat. A HOME BUILT FOR THE SUN, IT'S NEIGHBORS HOUSE ON THE LEFT YELLOW, THE ONE ON THE RIGHT BLUE Batgirl's lips tightened as she pocketed the card. a greenhouse. Looks like my next fight is woth Poison Ivy. She rose to her feet, her body aching from the battle, but her resolve unshaken. Gotham's skyline loomed beyond the warehouse windows, and somewhere out there, Robin was running out of time. She hurried to the roof, then swung off into the Gotham night and started heading towards Gotham's Botanical Gardens.
Batgirl stepped silently into the greenhouse, the warm, humid air enveloping her like a shroud. She scanned the area, looking for any sign of Isely, but there was no sign of her or her enslaved goons—just the quiet rustle of leaves and the overwhelming scent of blooming flowers. Her hand slipped into her belt and pulled out a batarang, her senses on high alert. The riddle had led her here, and she had been doing this long enough to know when she was being watched.
As she moved deeper into the conservatory, the air suddenly became impossibly silent. She tried to look everywhere at once, but failed to notice the approaching Vines crawling silently across the floor towards her yellow boots. Suddenly, vines sprang to life and shot towards our intrepid heroine, wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles. The batarang clanged to the ground as Batgirl struggled to free herself, but to no avail. Batgirl’s heart skipped a beat as the vines pulled her a few inches off the ground, completely immobilizing her.
"Relax, stop that adorable struggling. I'm not going to kill you... yet." Pamela Isley, Poison Ivy, approached Batgirl, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, her green eyes gleaming with a dangerous allure. She was even more striking than Batgirl had remembered, her curves accentuated by the tight green shorts and knee-high boots. But it was her smile that sent a shiver down Batgirl's spine—a smile that promised both fun and destruction. "Well, well, well," Poison Ivy purred, her voice low and sultry. "Look what we have here. The little Batgirl, all alone and so very... tempting. At my mercy... what should i do with you?" She took a step closer, her hips swaying with each movement, her pheromones filling the air like a intoxicating mist. Batgirl's heart raced as she felt the unfamiliar pull of attraction, her mind clouding for just a moment before she steadied herself. She knew Ivy's tricks, but knowing and resisting were two different things.
"This isn't like you, Ivy," Batgirl said, her voice steady despite the pheromones in the air. "Teaming up with Riddler the other Arkham crazies? This doesn't do anything for your cause."
"Oh, but it is," Ivy replied, her gaze never leaving Batgirl's. "Riddler and his merry band of ridiculous men are going to wipe you masked vigilantes off the map, and afterwards I'll be able destroy every pollution spewing factory in this godforsaken city." She reached out, her fingers brushing against Batgirl's cheek, sending a jolt of desire through her. Batgirl jerked back, her face burning, but Ivy just laughed, the sound melodic yet dangerous. "Don't be shy, Batgirl. You can't deny the pull. We both know you feel it."
Batgirl gritted her teeth, her resolve hardening. "I fell your goddamn pheromones, you psycho. Im not here for your games, I'm here for your fucking riddle. Either give that to me or tell me where Riddler is hiding Robin."
"Robin?" Ivy's lips curled into a sly smile. "Oh, she's having the time of her life right now... maybe you should too." She stepped closer, her breath warm against Batgirl's face. " it could be the best night of your life" she promised. "You see, even though the Gotham vigilantes must die so that I can stop this city from killing the local habitat, I can find some... fun things for you to do" Batgirl turned, her eyes locking with Ivy's, the tension between them almost palpable. "Touch me and I'll break your arms." Batgirl snarled, trying to recoul from the curvaceous red head.
"Will you now?" Ivy's voice dropped to a whisper, her lips inches from Batgirl's. "You'll hurt me? I don't think you will, i think after you get a taste of me, you'll beg me to fuck you." She forced her lips onto Batgirl's, giving her a full dose of intoxicating pheromones. Batgirl struggled, her mind screaming for her to pull away, but her body seemed to betray her, responding to Ivy's touch with a desire she couldn't control. As the kiss deepened, Batgirl felt herself slipping, the world around her fading into nothingness. But then, a spark of determination flared within her. She tried to remember Robin, remembered her mission, but her mind was starting to melt with horniness for Ivy.
"I'm not your fucking sex toy, Pamela" she mumbled, her voice trembling with desire. PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR SEX TOY her horny mind screamed in her head.
Ivy's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You will be, darling. Maybe I can convince Riddler to let me keep you." Her hands lighy touched Batgirl's sides, slowly trailing her fingertips against the tight spandex covering the dark knight damsel. "I can be very... persuasive." With a wave of her hand, the plants holding Batgirl pulled tighter, stretching her into an X shape. Batgirl, starting to feel the full effects of Ivy's pheromones, let out a soft and yearning moan as the vines tightened around her wrists and ankles. She struggled lightly, but they were too strong, too unyielding. Ivy's hands finally found Batgirl's breasts and clutched them possessively. "Surprise surprise, the heroine who dresses like a BDSM doll gets turned on by restraints."
Horror mixed with endless desire as she was suspended in mid-air, her body spread eagle, completely at the mercy of Poison Ivy. Ivy circled around her, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "Like a giant Christmas present just waiting to be unwrapped" she taunted, her voice dripping with intent. Batgirl struggled against the restraints, but they only seemed to grow stronger. She knew she had to think fast, to find a weakness in Ivy's control. Her mind raced, battled the artificial urges Pamela was inspiring. She was a proud ally of the LGBQT community, but never had the urge to experiment in any behavior that would have her join their ranks. She now had those urges in abundance, and could barely think of doing anything else other than burying her face in Ivy's lap.
Batgirl summoned all of her willpower and opened her mouth to threaten Ivy, but before she could, Pamela's lips crashed against hers, the kiss deep and unrelenting. Batgirl's mind screamed in protest at first, but the added dose of pheromones completely overwhelmed her protesting willpower. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a smile spread across her beautiful face when Ivy finally pulled away. Her body started to betray her, her nipples stiffened with excitement and her pussy started getting unbearably wet.
As Pamela's lips parted from Batgirl's with a soft, teasing smack, her smile widened as she gazed into the captive heroine's flushed face. She ran her hands possessively over Batgirl's body, her fingers tracing the contours of the black bodysuit, lingering on the curves of her breasts and the swell of her hips. "You are so fucking hot," Pamela murmured, her voice laced with admiration and desire. "I've always wanted to see you loosen up, and now, here you are, all mine to savor." She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Batgirl's ear. "But what to do with you? How should I make you fuck me?"
Batgirl moaned softly with pleasure as she felt Ivy's touch all over her spandex clad body, her mind glazing over with the need for her sexual attention. This is wrong, she's subverted my consent... but FUCK I need her to keep doing it... I need it more than I've needed anything in my life. She leaned her face closer to Pamela's, suddenly needing to taste the villains lips again. Ivy playfully pulled back, taking delight in watching Batgirl's disappointment at being denied a kiss.
Pamela's fingers danced along the edge of Batgirl's mask, her touch light yet teasing. "Oh, how I've wondered what this sexy mask hides," she murmured, her breath warm against Batgirl's ear. With a playful tug, she pulled at the cowl, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Batgirl's heart raced as she felt the safety of her mask getting pulled slightly away from her face, her secret teetering on the brink of exposure. "No, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. "You can't unmask me. Please, Pamela, don't do this. I'll do anything, let you do anything to me." Pamela paused, her lips curling into a sly smile.
"Anything you say?" she purred, her fingers tightening around the mask. Pamela's fingers lingered on the edge of the mask, her touch teasing as she leaned in closer, her breath a whisper against Batgirl's ear. "Why resist, darling?" she murmured, her voice laced with seduction. "Imagine how liberating it would be, to shed this disguise, to let me see the real you. No more secrets, no more lies. Just us, in this moment, as we truly are." Her lips brushed against Batgirl's throat, sending a shiver down her spine. "I promise you, it will be worth it. Let me show you what it means to be free." Batgirl's heart pounded, her resolve wavering under the gentle assault.
Batgirl tried to summon the willpower to resist one last time, but it felt as hopeless as trying to live without air. She clenched her eyes shut in concentration as she forced the words out, "Don't... don't do this to me, Ivy. It doesn't... matter how much you've made me want this. This is still rape, and it makes you no better than the men who do this by violent force."
Pamela's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she stepped back, clearly taken aback by Batgirl's accusation. The vines around Batgirl loosened slightly, but they didn't release her. Pamela's expression shifted from seduction to anger, her voice cold and sharp. "You think this is rape? You think I'm forcing you? Your body tells a different story, Batgirl. Your eyes are begging for a good fucking and I can practically feel the heat radiating off of your cunt. I could bring you to Arkham right now and you'd beg me to let you go cell to cell sucking dick!"
"I would, heaven help me I would." Batgirl moaned, writhing in her bondage, the pheromones finally overcoming her willpower. The mind of Batgirl the vigilante shut off, and the mind of Barbara the insatiable slut turned on. She would now do anything her mistress commanded her to.
Pamela's gaze lingered on Batgirl's chest, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and malice. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the curve of Batgirl's breasts before firmly grasping them. Batgirl's breath hitched as Pamela's hands caressed her, the touch sending unwanted arousal through her body. Pamela's lips curled into a sly smile as she squeezed gently, her thumbs tracing circles around the rock hard nipples beneath the black bodysuit. "Oh Batgirl, youre so fucking horny, I bet no one fucks you like you need to be fucked..." Pamela whispered, her voice low and teasing.
"I don't get touched anymore, and no one ever fucked me like a dirty whore" Batgirl laments as she pushed her chest forward, leaning into Ivy's molesting hands. "Being Batgirl killed my sex life... I need rough kinky sex, not a vibrator."
Ivy nodded in mock sympathy, then bit her lower lip as she stared at Batgirl's breasts, savoring her possesion over Batgirl's body. Pamela's hands then moved with a sudden ferocity that belied her earlier seductive tone, gripping the front of her uniform and ripping it open. Batgirl gasped in pleasure as her bare breasts popped free of their confines, bouncing in front of Ivy's face. Pamela's eyes lit up with a lascivious hunger as she leaned in, her lips closing around one nipple while her fingers pinched the other. Batgirl's breath came in ragged gasps, her body betraying her with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel the warmth of Pamela's mouth, the teasing flick of her tongue, revulsion being overridden by pleasure.
Pamela's lips traced the curve of Batgirl's throat, her kisses soft yet possessive. Her hand slid down from her perky breasts, over her belt and slipping past the waistband of Batgirl's pants with practiced ease. The warmth of her palm cupped Batgirl's dripping mound, her fingers pressing against the soft flesh. Batgirl's breath caught in her throat, unwanted arousal coursing through her veins. Pamela's touch was insistent, her fingers dipping inside the folds of Batgirl's pussy and circled her slippery bean with a fingertip. Batgirl could feel her body betraying her, her body desperately wanting a thousand orgasms as her clit was played with. Pamela's whisper echoed in her ear, "You can't deny this, can you? I'm going to fuck you and there's nothing you could do to stop me, even if you wanted to."
Batgirl moaned in pleasure as her enemy fingered her, writhing in pleasure as the vines held her in place. She opened her eyes and looked down at Ivy, and the twisted smile on the villains face brought her back to reality for just a moment. She was being raped by a woman who wasn't just violating her body, but her mind too. She tried to push Pamela away, but her strength was waning, her body betraying her as the pheromones coursed through her veins. "Pamela, you have to stop," she whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled against the vines. "This isn't right. You know this isn't right."
Pamela's lips traced the curve of her throat, her kisses becoming aggressive, and Batgirl felt a shiver run down her spine despite herself. She gasped lightly in delight, feeling the villains lips light up the nerve endings on her neck. She pulled back, her eyes glinting with a mischief. "But it feels right, doesn't it Batgirl?" she asked, her voice sultry and flirty. "And this is absolutely not right, but you see, I just... don't... care." She emphasized each word by dipping a finger into her wet snatch with every one, her touch making Batgirl's hips buck with need.
Pamela's hands moved with a practiced ease, her fingers tracing the waistband of Batgirl's pants before she forcefully yanked them down to her knees. The vines tightened their grip, holding Batgirl in place as Pamela's hands roamed over her exposed flesh. Batgirl moaned loudly as Ivy ripped her panties off, her wet cunt radiating heat. Pamela's lips brushed against her ear, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "You can't fight this, Batgirl. Your body craves it, even if your mind refuses to admit it." Batgirl's resolve weakened with each passing moment, her thoughts a jumble of fear and conflicting desires.
Pamela's lips met Batgirl's once more, the kiss deep and invasive, as if attempting to claim every last shred of her resistance. Batgirl's hands, weak and trembling, stopped pulling at the vines restraining them. The pheromones raged through her system, blurring the lines between revulsion and desire, until the only sensation that remained was a raw, unrelenting need. Pamela's hands, ever relentless, explored every inch of Batgirl's exposed flesh, each caress a deliberate assault on her dwindling resolve. Batgirl's resolve crumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as she begged, "Pamela... please... fuck me." The words hung heavy in the air, a testament to her defeat.
Pamela's lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned back, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, Batgirl," she purred, her voice dripping with malice, "I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat yourself? A little louder, perhaps?" Her words were more demanding than playful, her gaze never leaving Batgirl's face.
Batgirl's cheeks burned with shame and desire, her voice trembling as she obeyed, the words spilling from her lips like a desperate prayer. "Please fuck me! Fuck me until I beg you to stop!"
Pamela's smile widened, her hands continuing their relentless exploration, each touch a reminder of Batgirl's helpless state. The vines tightened slightly, a cruel embrace, as Pamela leaned in closer, her breath
Pamela's lips curling into a wicked smile as she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "You'll never beg me stop, you're going to be my obedient slave from now on," Pamela whispered, her voice cold yet joyful. Ivy waved one of her hands, and the vines released Batgirl, dropping her to to dirty floor..
Pamela's voice was low and commanding, her words slicing through the thick, humid air of the greenhouse. "Get on your knees, slave," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for defiance. Batgirl, her body still reeling from the pheromones, hesitated for a moment before slowly sinking to the damp earth. Her movements were mechanical, as if controlled by an unseen force, her mind overwhelmed by Poison Ivy's will. Pamela began to strip, her green shorts and boots coming off with a deliberate slowness, each piece of clothing revealing more of her voluptuous frame. Finally, she pulled her top off, freeing her large breasts. Batgirl couldn't help but stare at them, admiring the older woman's aerolas.
Pamela stood before Batgirl, hands on hips and victory dancing across her face. She reached out and grasped Batgirl's hair, forcing her head towards her crotch. "Eat me. Stick your toungue into my cunt and get me off" Pamela ordered, her voice commanding as she pressed Batgirl's face against her red bush. Batgirl, still under the influence of the pheromones, obeyed without resistance, her lips meeting Pamela's flesh as she began to comply. The act was both degrading and intimate, undermining Batgirl's standing as an accomplished vigilante.
Batgirl had never eaten pussy before, and the taste of another woman flooding her taste buds was enough to shock her back towards reality. The pheromones still coursed through her veins though, forcing her body to betray every limit she held. Even though she had never done this before, her tongue knew what do, mimicking Richard's techniques from when they made love. Pamela's hands tightened in her hair, guiding her movements with a cruel satisfaction, each lick a reminder of her victory over the costumed cunt.
"Yes... just like that... you're such a natural, Batgirl." Batgirl's tongue darted around inside Pamela's snatch, beating her clint relentlessly. Ivy's head rolled back as her orgasm approached, her grip on Batgirl's hair tightening. "Right there, you fucking slut.. don't stop... YES, good girl!" The sensation of Batgirls tongue, mixed with the delayed satisfaction of dominating someone who had incarcerated her, drove Ivy over the edge.Pamela's orgasm was intense, her body shuddering as Batgirl continued to pleasure her. The pheromones still lingered, ensuring Batgirl's compliance, though her mind recoiled at feeling a woman orgasm in her mouth. She gagged into Ivy's wet muff, her face thoroughly soaked. Pamela's hands tightened in Batgirl's hair, pulling her closer as her orgasm shot through every cell in her body.
The moment stretched, heavy with tension, until Pamela finally pushed Batgirl away, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Good girl," she purred, her voice dripping with condescension. Batgirl sat back, her face flushed, a mix of shame and lingering arousal. Pamela stood, her naked form towering over Batgirl, and began to dress.
She pulled her green trunks on as she watched confusion spread across her slaves face, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. Batgirl, still under the influence of the pheromones, felt a mix of shame and lingering arousal. She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper, "P-Pamela... when can I...?" She struggled to form the words, her cheeks burning with humiliation. Pamela raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.
"When can you what, Batgirl?" she asked, not bothering to hide her sadistic amusement.
Batgirl took a deep breath, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her desire. "When can I have an orgasm?" she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Pamela's laughter echoed through the greenhouse, a melodic yet sinister sound that contrasted the scene. "Oh, Batgirl, you're not going to have an orgasm for several weeks." She watched Batgirl's face contort into desperate horror at the thought of being kept in horny limbo for weeks. "You think I'm going to reward some do-gooder bitch with an orgasm? You will writhe in need for weeks, my pet. It will just build and build and build with no release, driving you crazy enough to earn you a room in Arkham. But when I do finally let you cum, it's going to be so massive that it will erase what little thoughts you have left bouncing around in that empty pretty head of yours, and be mine forever as a living and breathing sex doll." She held Batgirl's face in her hand, slowly rubbing her thumb on the heroines cheek. "Maybe I'll rent you out when I inevitably grow tired of you, and use the proceeds to fund my war on Gotham."
Poison Ivy stood up and put her hands on her hips, shooting a sinister smile at her slave. "Now, I have to go break the news to Eddie that his little game is over before it starts. You'll stay here, on your knees, for hours until I return. Don't worry though, I'll be sure to tell Robin you said hello."
The mention of Robin, of being reminded of her plight, snapped Batgirl out of the sexual fog of obedience. Her own sane thoughts clawed their way through Ivy's pheromones and reclaimed what precious little of her own will as they could. I need to get out of here, but these damn pheromones are raping my willpower. Her damn kiss--
An idea bloomed in her emptying head. With a trembling voice, she looked up at Pamela, her eyes wide, doing her best to not let Ivy see her inner struggle. "P-Pamela," she stammered, her cheeks burning with humiliation, "may I... have a kiss before you leave?"
Pamela's laughter was like a melody, sweet yet laced with malice, as she heard her slaves request. "Of course, my pet. I suppose youve earned that much at least, for popping your tongues cherry". She leaned down, her poisoned lips drawing close to deliver an insurmountable amount of pheromones into Batgirl's cum soaked mouth. Batgirl's heart pounded, her muscles warring with the lingering effects of Ivy's previous kisses. As their lips were about to meet, Batgirl summoned every ounce of strength she possessed. With a swift, powerful motion, she clenched her fist and swung it with all her might, connecting squarely with Pamela's jaw. The sound of the impact echoed through the greenhouse, and Pamela was unconscious before she hit the ground.
As Pamela lay unconscious, Batgirl's chest heaved, her breaths ragged as she struggled to reconcile the relief of freedom with the relentless throbbing between her legs. The pheromones still coursed through her veins, igniting a fire that refused to be extinguished. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her gloved palms as she fought to regain control of her fractured mind. She tried to clear her mind of this recent trauma, but it was overshadowed by the primal urges that now consumed her. With a determined grit, she pushed herself to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her.
the note! she frantically thought as she fought the urge to run away from Ivy before she regained consciousness. Batgirl's hands trembled as she rummaged through Pamela's clothes, her fingers finding it tucked away in the villains suit. She clutched it tightly, the parchment trembling in her grasp, but her mind was a haze of unrelenting desire. The pheromones still lingered, a tormenting reminder of her violation, and she could barely focus on the words before her. With a curse, she shoved the riddle into her utility belt, the task of deciphering it forgotten in the face of her primal urges.
If I don't get fucked immediately I'm going to lose my mind she realized in a panic. To her horror, her assaulted mind very briefly considered finding the nearest bar and begging the patrons to pass her around. Richard! I need Richard's cock in me NOW her mind screamed at her as she pulled her pants back up. She ran out of the greenhouse and used her grappling gun to take off into the Gotham night.
to be continued...