*This story is the third of the Arkham series. Each part functions as a stand-alone with its own plot-line and they do not need to be read together (although please feel free to do so). This part takes place shortly after A Matter of Family (before Arkham Asylum), using the same characters and plot-line as the series, up until the start of the story obviously. I tried to keep the characters' physical aspects and personalities as close to their video game versions as possible. Please note that this is purely a work of fantasy/parody. All characters and settings are property of DC Comics.*

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Barbara landed softly on the metal rooftop, her body trained to be as silent as possible. Crouching, she moved towards a skylight of the abandoned laboratory, and slowly peered over the edge of the window. She saw just who she was looking for, but, hoping for a more covert entrance, she sought out a different window. Barbara looked down into a hallway and didn't see anybody, but activated her Detective Vision and scanned the hall just in case. Having confirmed the area to be void of any unexpected visitors, she noiselessly lifted open the window and dropped down to the tile floor.

Barbara's heart raced as she crept down the corridor. It was her first big solo job that Bruce had assigned her. Barbara's performance in taking down Joker and Harley alongside Robin had levied her favor, so when Poison Ivy popped up on Batman's radar again, Barbara pleaded to be given the case, which she was rewarded with.

Barbara was slightly annoyed by how long she had been restrained as a sidekick to Tim or Bruce, so she was determined to prove herself worthy of the trust she had now gained. As silently as she possibly could, Barbara turned a corner and, feeling her way along the wall, made her way to the threshold of her intended room.

She re-activated her Detective Vision and looked through the wall. The blue skeletal figure was busy at work on a counter. Barbara looked around the room, noting various chest-high countertops that could work as cover for a silent approach. What Barbara failed to notice, however, was the thick vine on the ceiling of the room.

Believing the room to be clear, Barbara snuck through the doorway and crouched behind one of the counters. She crept along, hidden by the counter, moving herself closer to the other body in the room. When her cover came to an end, Barbara silently rolled over to another counter, now only 15 feet from the target.

Barbara began to hear quiet mumblings, which she couldn't quite discern. Looking through the counter with her Detective Vision, she saw the person bend down further over the counter, and Barbara decided that her moment had come.

She sprang out from the counter and whisked a Batarang from her belt in a near seamless motion. Just as she was moving her arm forward to release it, she felt a heavy presence grab on to her wrist. Barbara immediately recognized it as a vine, and cursed herself for being so stupid as to not check the room for vines.

Thinking quickly, she dropped the Batarang and caught it in her other hand, and sliced through the vine seamlessly, freeing her from its grasp. Barbara stumbled, her back now turned to where the figure was. Caught off guard, Barbara was unprepared for the blow that struck her in the back of the head.

Spinning around, Batgirl blindly threw a strike that caught her assailant in the stomach, before following that up with a kick to the knee, buckling her opponent to the ground. Before Barbara could inflict any more pain, a vine wrapped itself around her left foot and yanked Barbara off her feet, giving her head quite the bruise when it collided with the ground. Barbara, now very dazed, was pulled by the vine across the tile floor of the lab before feeling another grasp her by the neck, and three more grab her remaining unrestrained limbs. Barbara was now held suspended, spread-eagle, in the air by the vines, unable to escape. She cursed herself again for not checking for plants.

Poison Ivy walked towards her captured prey and stood just before her. Barbara's tall 5'11" frame allowed her to still look down on Poison Ivy, a feeling Ivy was unused to from another woman, being 5'8" herself. "Well, well, well. I'm disappointed. Seems like the big, bad Bat didn't think I was worthy of his full attention, so he sent out one of his little pets. I have to admit, you've got a powerful strike for a girl," Ivy said.

"Trust me, you haven't felt the last of my wrath yet," Barbara commented.

Ivy sighed. "So I suppose you're here to stop my evil plans. How predictable. You petty humans can't accept that Mother Nature will win out no matter how hard you push against her. It's really a shame that I will have to kill you now; it would have been fun seeing you slowly die with the rest of your foul race, all eradicated by my masterful ingenuity!" Ivy continued.

Sensing an opportunity to prey on the typical narcissism of super-villains, Barbara cut in, "Oh, I'm sure your plans were so great! And that's why Batman didn't deem you enough of a threat to even make an appearance on his own! You're just a second-rate villain trying who's trying to play themselves up!"

"Silence, you foul-mouthed bitch! My plan is more magnificent than any of the Clown freak's silly little jokes, or the midget's gadgets, or that weird crocodile's brute strength! When my toxin is deployed at the gala in a few days, I will control all of Gotham's most powerful figures. From there, I will build large-scale distribution centers without any restrictions, and the entire city and eventually world will be transformed into the glorious plants of Mother Nature!" Ivy retorted in a over-dramatic and grandiose tone.

Batgirl had gotten what she had needed. She was more than a little disappointed at how cookie-cutter Ivy's plan was, but that made it all the easier to stop. Ivy spun around and moved to her desk, planting her hands down, "You and all of your other Bat-pests won't bother me anymore, and the world can return to the way it should be!"

Batgirl took this as her opportunity while Ivy wasn't looking. She had discreetly activated a blade in her arm while Ivy was droning on, and now jerked her arm forward, slicing the vine holding her left wrist. Within moments, Barbara had completely freed herself. Ivy collapsed down on the desk, feeling the pain of her babies, allowing Batgirl to lunge at her from behind.

Barbara swept Ivy down to the ground from behind and kneed her in the chest, knocking the wind out of Ivy. Barbara grabbed her shoulders and lifted her back up onto her feet. With Ivy now leaning back against the desk, Batgirl cocked her head back and started to thrust forward in a head-butt motion, but Ivy, physically outmatched, had one last trick up her sleeve.

Just before Barbara swung her armored head towards her own, Ivy lurched forward and planted her full, bright red lips on Barbara's. Barbara immediately stopped, letting go of Ivy and stumbling backwards. She didn't feel anything immediately, but began to feel a force inside her brain compelling her to relent. Bruce had injected her with an antidote to the sample of Ivy's toxin he had, but Barbara realized Ivy must have made a more powerful variant.

Pooling all of the will that she had in her, Barbara yelled out and came at Ivy again. The villainess saw the attack coming and dodged. Barbara's attack whiffed and she smashed her fist against the metal counter in the follow-through. She cried out in pain and leaned back against the counter, momentarily out of action.

The break in Batgirl's attacks allowed Ivy enough time to bring in more vines, and Barbara immediately found herself returned to the starfish position, this time with vines twice as thick and clogging her blade to prevent an easy escape.

"Seems like the little bitch has some fight in her. You know, I really like that. Now, let's pop off that mask and see who is hiding underneath."

Barbara's heart froze. She knew Ivy wouldn't recognize her, but perhaps she would be photographed or Ivy would show her in her captured state to the press. Her secret identity was the most valuable thing Barbara had, and she needed to protect it at all costs, but was now left powerless to do so.

Ivy strolled up to Barbara, and, despite Barbara's best efforts to fight the toxin and strain her head away, Ivy got the cowl of Batgirl's suit to disconnect. She removed it and looked at the sight underneath. Ivy found herself quite taken aback. The woman, or rather girl, based on her youthful and nubile appearance, was stunningly beautiful, with wavy shoulder-length, orange-red hair and an angelic face. Her skin had a nearly flawless complexion, her cheeks were rosy, and her blue eyes shone like sapphires. Even without any makeup, Barbara looked like a supermodel.

"Wow. Definitely not what I expected under that mask," Ivy quietly remarked to herself. "Now, I can't have you trying any more tricks or using gadgets on me, so I'm getting you out of the suit." Ivy continued in a louder tone. "Plus, I just have to see the body that matches that face," Ivy thought to herself.

Barbara, still fighting against Ivy's toxin, was utterly helpless against the vines, and now her only salvation, her suit, was being taken away. Slowly, Barbara was stripped of her Batgirl suit by Ivy, who methodically stripped off every piece. Barbara was left hanging only in what she wore underneath: a thin, mostly see-through white tank top, small black sweat shorts, a blue cotton bra (strapless, to increase Barbara's mobility), and matching panties. She felt powerless against the crazed woman. Barbara was still struggling against the vines, but was not able to move her body an inch, leaving her the complete victim of Ivy's desires.

Barbara was caught completely by surprise when Ivy gripped the fabric of the flimsy tank-top and yanked it straight off Barbara's frame, causing her to yelp from the stress against her skin and the suddenness of Ivy's action. Ivy moved her hands back up to Barbara's chest. The captive heroine struggled as much as she could, but Ivy had her completely trapped. The villainess slowly unclasped Barbara's bra, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her fully topless.

Ivy stood back and simply admired the view. Barbara's 34C tits hung freely now, and they nearly defied gravity with how perky and full they were. Even though they weren't that big, they certainly made up for it in their perfect shape and firmness. In the middle, round tan areolas lined with goosebumps encircled small pink nipples. "Wow! That is the best pair of boobs I've ever seen!" Ivy thought to herself. Barbara's heart was racing in her chest, anticipating what was coming next.

Barbara was only 22 and had just graduated from Gotham University. Being very studious and conservative thanks to her upbringing, Barbara had never experimented sexually before, and stayed away from parties and general distractions in college, meaning that she was still a virgin. Barbara had never had anyone besides herself even see her naked before, so the fact that a stranger was now seeing her like this made her feel ashamed. It was only compounded by the fact that it was with a woman, since Barbara had never even thought about being with another female.

Ivy slowly leaned forward to Barbara's chest, and took her very sensitive nipple into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue and lightly nibbling on it. Barbara fought, albeit somewhat faintly, against Ivy's poison and the mounting pleasure it was inducing from her. The hypnotic toxin, however, finally won the battle against Batgirl, and Barbara completely gave into Ivy.

Barbara began loudly moaning as Ivy sucked on one of her nipples, fondling the other with a free hand. Ivy continually switched which of Barbara's beautiful tits she was working on to keep both as erect as possible. When Barbara's nipples were completely hardened and covered in Ivy's saliva, she withdrew herself from Barbara's boobs, and raised herself to meet the heroine face-to-face.

Ivy tilted her head slightly and drew in, planting her full red lips on Barbara's, allowing Barbara to taste another woman for the first time. Ivy pressed against the girl's lips in a passionate kiss, before opening her mouth. Barbara, slave to the toxin, echoed Ivy, and the two engaged in a French kiss that brought a damp spot to Barbara's panties, shocking herself. Their tongues intertwined with each other, and both females probed the other's mouths and throats. The intoxicating scent of Ivy rushed to Barbara's head, and she couldn't feel anything other than Ivy's soft lips on her own, their tongues pressed together. The women remained interlocked in the kiss for nearly 5 minutes, both content to simply bask in the sensations and enjoy each other.

When Ivy finally pulled away, Barbara realized the damp spot on her panties had now considerably grown, as juices were actively leaking down her legs past the bottom of her shorts. Barbara was still in a state of somewhat disbelief, not only because it was her first sexual experience with a partner, but also from how wet she had become from the kiss of a female.

The sight of Barbara's juices was not missed by Ivy, who noticed how the moonlight coming through the window glistened on the beads of nectar as they slid down her beautiful, taut thighs. Ivy brought a finger down and ran it along the inside of Barbara's leg, collecting the juice, before moving her finger to her mouth and seductively licking it clean. Barbara felt her pussy leak even more from Ivy's action. A smile flickered in the corners of Ivy's mouth, as she recognized how turned on the heroine-turned sex slave had become.

"Wow, you're like a leaky faucet right now!" Ivy enthusiastically remarked. "And my god, you taste incredible! Let's get those panties off." Ivy grabbed the waistband of the sweat shorts and ripped them off Barbara's hips just as she had done with her tank top, shocking Barbara with her strength. When Ivy knelt down to Barbara's hips to remove her panties, Ivy was met with a somewhat surprising sight.

Peeking out all sides of Barbara's now soaked panties was a large swath of hair. Ivy ripped Barbara's panties off to get a better look, and was met with a big flame-red bush. Barbara's pubic hair stood proudly in a large triangle concealing her pussy, confirming to anybody that she was a true red head.

"Wow! Now that is a pretty bush! Glad to see that you're a natural," Ivy complimented Barbara. "I bet what it's hiding is even prettier." Ivy bent down a little further and took a long stare at Barbara's delicious pussy. Ivy felt her mouth water at the very sight of it, and knew she needed to taste it. Parting the folds with her fingers, Ivy took one last look at Barbara's inner pink before she dove in.

Ivy first slowly licked the entire length of Barbara's slit, from below her pussy to her clit. Barbara shuddered from the sudden attention and the new experience of a tongue on her vagina. Ivy began lightly lapping at Barbara's clit, causing a deep moan to escape her mouth. Ivy saw how positively Barbara reacted and started focusing her attention on the clit. With Barbara's red bush tickling her face, Ivy voraciously flicked her tongue back and forth over her clit, increasing Barbara's pleasure.

Barbara was in more pleasure than she had ever felt before. Having only pleasured herself with fingers, Ivy's tongue seemed like magic. Her pussy was absolutely on fire, and Barbara could feel something brewing inside of her that she had never felt before.

"Oh my god, that feels amazing! Keep licking my clit! You're gonna make me cum!" Barbara encouraged. She was overtaken by the pleasure that Ivy was giving her. Barbara still felt a twinge of guilt and reluctance in the deep recesses of her mind, buried behind Ivy's toxin and charm. But that part of Barbara's conscious was being utterly silenced by her immediate need for a climax.

Ivy clamped down with her lips and sucked her cheeks in while continuing to work on Barbara's nub with her tongue. The direct stimulation of her clit had Barbara gasping and moaning, nearing her climax. Ivy relentlessly continued her oral attack of Barbara'a clit, right until she knew that Barbara was about to cum. Ivy briefly contemplated teasing her, but decided that she wanted to see the captured and spell-bound Batgirl cum as soon as Ivy could make her.

Ivy moved her hands behind Barbara and positioned them on her butt, noting how round and firm her ass was as she did so. She pressed forward, causing Barbara's body to move against her face, and upped her pace. Barbara began meeting Ivy's increase in speed by grinding her pelvis down onto her tongue, moving her hips in rhythm with Ivy's sweet licks. Barbara was acting subconsciously, the aching for pleasure completely overriding any other thoughts, pushing her towards release.

"Oh, God, yes! Keep going! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Barbara screamed out, before the orgasm finally arrived. When it did, it hit Barbara like a tidal wave. She knew immediately it was the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Barbara had cum pretty hard from masturbation sessions over the years, but nothing even came close to what she felt during the climax Ivy extracted form her.

Barbara's entire body spasmed and shook all over, causing her long red hair to be flung over her face and chest, while her eyes rolled back in her head. Barbara felt light-headed and unaware of her surroundings as she almost passed out from the sheer sensory overload. Her knees had turned to rubber, and in hindsight Barbara was relieved that she was held in place by Ivy's vines or she would have dropped to the ground.

Barbara was so caught up in the ecstasy of her orgasm that she barely noticed that she had squirted. A huge rush of juices gushed out of Barbara's cunt and flooded directly onto Ivy's face. Ivy greedily tried to catch as much of the sweet nectar as she could in her mouth so she could savor Barbara's taste even more, but the sheer volume of squirt meant most of it ended up on her face, drenching her. When Barbara finally finished riding out the aftershocks, Ivy stood back up to face Batgirl and smiled. Barbara noted how well she had covered Ivy's face, especially her luscious lips, and was surprised at how much she enjoyed the lesbian encounter, which would have previously been unthinkable.

"I want you to taste some of this. It's so sweet and amazing!" Ivy said as she leaned in and kissed Barbara, who was caught slightly off-guard. Barbara tasted herself off of Ivy's lips and tongue for the first time, and found herself agreeing with Ivy. Barbara loved the sweetness of it, and found herself dying to taste more. When Ivy finally pulled away from the embrace, she noticed how Barbara's lips were now also glistening with her own nectar.

Ivy stepped back from the tied-up female, and for the first time, Barbara really noticed how pretty she was. Ivy had long and flowing red locks that came down to the middle of her back, very similar to Barbara'a own hair, except Ivy's was more red and less orange. Her skin shone with a faint green luminescence, making it seem as if Ivy was almost glowing. She had long, slender legs and a beautiful and sultry face led by Ivy's full, bright red lips and contrasting bright green eyes.

Covering her top was a maroon dress shirt, which Barbara noted was at least 3 or 4 sizes too small. This was an intentional move by Ivy to manipulate the basic human carnal instincts, which she found exceedingly easy to do. Ivy left only the button directly over her chest done up to ease the stress on the fabric and further accentuate her curves, but the shirt was clearly heavily straining to keep Ivy's big, 32DD breasts covered. The only other article Ivy was wearing was a thin pair of panties, which Barbara thought to be made of leaves.
Ivy seductively moved her hands to her shirt, unclasping the only fastened button before removing the shirt and letting her breasts break free from their restraints. Barbara nearly gasped at how beautiful Ivy's rack was. Her boobs were quite large, but still remained perfectly full and round, almost defying gravity with how little they sagged. Her quarter-sized areolas were a slightly darker shade of green, with Ivy's pretty nipples poking out in the middle. Barbara felt some nectar escape her vagina, and the part of her mind locked away by the toxin chastised her for being so aroused by another woman.

Barbara was prevented from ogling at Ivy's tits for too long when Ivy turned her back to her. Ivy bent over, giving Barbara almost as good of a view, this time of Ivy's beautifully round ass. Ivy seductively wrapped her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and slowly edged them over her ass and down her legs, knowing just what buttons to press to maximize Barbara's horniness.

When Ivy turned back to face Barbara, the captive finally got a glance at Ivy's crotch, and Barbara realized that Ivy also possessed a large bush, again similar but more red than her own. "Well, I guess she does like all things to be natural," Barbara thought to herself.

Barbara couldn't quite make out Ivy's pussy through the bush and the darkness of the room, but she knew that she had to have it. Barbara's heart fluttered in her chest as she thought of Ivy's sweet pussy pressed up against her tongue, licking her, and making the villainess cum again and again.

"God, I need your cunt on my lips right now!" Barbara yelled out at Ivy, as her need boiled over.

"Oh, my. Somebody is a little impatient. But I don't think I've finished with you yet, so no, I won't allow you to eat my pussy," Ivy commanded to her slave.

Barbara was annoyed, but stopped her begging and obeyed her controller. Ivy strode up to Batgirl, and again admired the redhead. She brought her lips back to Barbara's, tasting the remnants of juice on Barbara's lips. The heat and stress of her climaxes had made Barbara sweat profusely. Ivy tasted it, with the sweat adding a salty flavor to the otherwise sweet nectar of Barbara.

Ivy pulled back from her lover. She looked over her body, and surveyed in her mind what she wanted to do. Her eyes explored the young girl's entire frame, and Ivy settled on her method of pleasure. A big smile appeared on Ivy's face, which nearly made Barbara melt.

Barbara was quickly jolted back to the room when the vines attached to her ankles began pulling apart, making Barbara's legs spread further and further. Barbara was extremely flexible, and didn't begin to resist until the vines had moved her legs nearly into the splits. Her pussy was on full display and Ivy had complete access. Barbara closed her eyes and expected to feel Ivy's tongue again until she heard a slithering sound from behind her.

Barbara looked down between her legs from surprise. Staring back up at her was a thick vine, controlled by Ivy, snaking its way up near her pussy. The vine was very thick and had a rounded end, reminding Barbara of a very large, green dildo. Her eyes widened, her heart beat faster, and her pussy burned. Barbara's taken-over mind felt horny at the very sight of the vine, knowing full well that Ivy planned on penetrating her with it. Barbara's subconscious was panicking, knowing that the only things to ever previously penetrate Barbara's pussy were her fingers, and the vine was much bigger than even her whole fist. But Barbara's rational subconscious had long since been abandoned, so the girl no resistance.

Ivy had such great control over her plants that she hardly had to put in any effort to control the vine. The plant moved to Ivy's every whim, and she now intricately positioned it just below her slave's pussy. The vine moved up, just tickling Barbara's lips. The vine slowly flicked up and down, just brushing over Barbara's clit and tracing the length of her crotch until it came to a rest just below her hole. Barbara groaned from Ivy's teasing, wishing her capturer would finally relieve Barbara and actually penetrate her.

Ivy planned on teasing her little fuck doll as much as she could, and continued lightly tracing Barbara's pussy with the vine. After Barbara started becoming visibly agitated, Ivy finally relented, and the vine pressed against her lips. Barbara felt the vine attempt to enter her.

The thick vine pressed forward into Barbara's hole and was almost immediately prevented from going in further. Barbara felt her extremely tight pussy resist against the thick vine. The vine pressed a little harder against Barbara's vagina, but still couldn't budge any further. Ivy noticed the difficulty the vine was having entering, and slowly removed it. She peered down at Barbara's pussy, examining her entrance.

"Holy shit! Your pussy looks so fucking unbelievably tight! What are you, a virgin?" Ivy sarcastically commented.

"Yes," Barbara thought to herself, but didn't bother telling Ivy.

"Well, I guess if the easy way isn't working, we're going to have to try something else." Barbara's heart fluttered, unaware of what Ivy's alternative was.

Ivy coiled the vine back like a spring beneath Barbara's pussy, before suddenly exploding it upwards into her cunt. The vine rammed itself all the way until it reached the back of Barbara's vagina.

The pain ripped through Barbara as she felt her pussy walls forcefully expanded in a rapid movement. The pain caused her to cry out. "Jesus fuck! Oh my shit! I think you just tore my fucking cunt in half!" Barbara screamed at Ivy. "Oh holy shit, that is so fucking..." Barbara trailed off. She could hardly speak from the overwhelming sensations she was feeling in her pussy.

"Shut the fuck up, slave!" Ivy commanded.

The vine pulled back, almost completely exiting her hole. Barbara drew in multiple deep breaths, her pussy still aching, but no longer feeling actively stressed. But Ivy did not relent. She didn't care how her fuck doll felt. Ivy thrust the vine back up into Barbara, further stretching out her pussy.

Barbara shrieked out again. She had never felt anything like this before. The vine felt nothing like when she penetrated herself using fingers while masturbating. The thick stalk was rapidly expanding Barbara's walls, putting a strain on her muscles and giving her intense pain.

Oddly enough, Barbara felt something else as well. Her pussy was aching, but Barbara realized that it was partly because she was getting hornier from the vine! When Ivy pulled back and thrusted in with it again, Barbara concentrated just on that sensation, disregarding the pain. She found that the vine was actually bringing her near orgasm.

Ivy picked up the pace of the hammering. Barbara's cunt was getting used to the thickness of the vine, and she felt less pain with each thrust. Ivy walked away from Barbara, still letting the vine ram into her. The villainess grabbed a chair from the room and brought it so that it was only 10 feet in front of Barbara.

Ivy sat down in the chair, and brought her legs up to rest on the armrests. This gave Ivy full access to her pussy. It also gave Barbara a fantastic view. Ivy's engorged lips stuck out and covered her forbidden hole, enticing Barbara even more, though she had been forbidden from eating it for now. Ivy began running a hand slowly over her clit, the other hand moving to massage her voluptuous tits. The sight of the stark naked, nubile red-head with her legs fully splayed and the thick vine fucking her cunt made Ivy unbelievably horny.

Barbara started to adjust to the vine, and found it as effective as Ivy's tongue had been at stimulating her. The vine was completely filling her up, and hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Eventually, Barbara was being fucked with such voracity that her entire body, especially her perky tits, was bouncing up and down, giving Ivy some extra eye-candy. Barbara found that this actually helped, as she could bring her hips down and slam onto the vine just as it thrust up into her, allowing for maximum penetration.

The repeated stimulation of her g-spot had Barbara approaching her boiling point. Sweat had begun to drip down her thighs and face, causing some of her red locks to stick to her forehead and cheeks. Barbara felt her stomach and inner thighs tighten with the continued thrusting. Her juices made her pussy completely slick, further enhancing her pleasure and easing the entrance of the vine.

Barbara's back arched as she neared her orgasm. Screams began escaping her mouth as she was filled up and fucked for the first time. The knowledge of having someone else masturbating to the sight of her simply spurred Barbara on more. The vine was completely jackhammering into Barbara now, matching the pace with which Ivy was playing with her clit. Barbara's aching pussy reacted to every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Barbara finally could hold out no longer. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body twitching. Her eyes were closed, as Barbara concentrated exclusively on the feelings in her pussy. A rush of fluid squirted out, leaking through the cracks of her hole that the vine wasn't plugging. Barbara came so hard that an entire puddle of her juices had accumulated on the floor below her, although she didn't notice, still riding the high of her orgasm.

Barbara's eyes were forced open when the vine rapidly slipped out of her cunt, causing more liquid to cascade out of her hole, and pressed against Barbara's mouth. Barbara was forced to open, as the vine was shoved in her mouth. Barbara tasted her own cum on the vine, and began licking and sucking on it. Barbara relished the taste of her pussy cream, and didn't want to miss a drop.

When Ivy judged Barbara to have sucked the vine clean, she pulled it out of the captive's mouth. Ivy admired her handiwork, as the previously fierce and proud heroine stood before her completely naked, hair matted to her face, bush and cunt on full display, while her juices puddled beneath her from an orgasm.

"Well, I'd say you've been pretty well trained. I don't think these will be required anymore," Ivy said as she manipulated the plants restraining Barbara away. Barbara dropped to the ground as soon as her feet hit the ground; her knees were too weak to stand from her orgasms.

"Oh, god. I need your pussy," Barbara croaked out, as she began to crawl on all fours.

"No! I told you that you may not have it yet! You may have it when I say so! I haven't finished up having fun with you yet," Ivy scolded Barbara.

Ivy walked over to one of the counters and grabbed a small seed. Within seconds, it had sprouted and increased in size dramatically, growing into what looked like another small vine. Barbara noticed that this vine looked slightly different in shape. It wasn't quite as thick but it was rounded on both ends, whereas she had only seen one of the ends on all of the other vines.

Ivy walked behind Barbara, still on her hands and knees, with the odd vine in hand. "Now this might feel a little strange " Ivy warned. Barbara didn't know what to expect, but her stomach jumped into her throat when she felt the vine enter into her asshole.

"Woah, wha-" Barbara's cries were cut off by Ivy's hand muffling her mouth. Ivy thrust the vine back and forth in Barbara's ass. It was a completely novel and unique feeling to her. She had never attempted anal play before, yet here she was, having her ass stretched out by one of Ivy's vines.

Barbara had already had her cunt wrecked by one of the vine's, so the intrusion into her ass didn't feel as uncomfortable as Barbara expected. The vine seemed to glide in rather easily, and Barbara began feeling the pleasantness almost immediately. Her pussy started tingling again as Ivy penetrated her ass.

Sensing Barbara's acceptance of the vine, Ivy started jerking her hand faster, causing the vine to thrust in and out quicker. Barbara couldn't resist moving her hand back to play with her clit, as she rapidly sped towards another orgasm. The anal sex was surprisingly effective for Barbara, and she found herself approaching a climax very quickly.

The nerve endings in her ass were causing her pussy to really burn, just as if she were actually being penetrated normally. Barbara tightened her ass around the vine so that she could feel it more and so that it fit more snugly. This made Ivy's work more difficult, but she was up to the task. Ivy began fully plunging in the vine as hard as she could, thrusting it all the way in until her hand reached Barbara's ass cheeks before quickly pulling it almost all the way out, and repeating.

Barbara started to thrust back onto the makeshift dildo as Ivy continued fucking her with it. Barbara's whole body was rocking, and Ivy simply couldn't resist reaching forward and fondling Barbara's beautiful, perky tits as they hung down and swung back and forth. This was enough to put Barbara over the edge, as she orgasmed at the hands of Ivy for the third time that night.

"Still not time. I've got one last thing planned for you," Ivy informed her helpless captive.

Ivy removed the vine from Barbara's ass, causing her to be a little upset. However, when Barbara flipped over onto her back so that she could get a better look, she was pleasantly surprised.

Ivy had inserted the other round end of the vine into her own pretty asshole, and was now readying it to go back in Barbara's own ass. Barbara smiled, as she grasped the full purpose of the oddly-shaped vine.

Ivy sat directly opposite Barbara so that their pussies faced towards each other. She then used her hand to guide the other end of the vine back into Barbara's asshole, until one end was firmly entrenched in each female's butt, with Ivy and Barbara sitting with their legs intertwined. Ivy started grinding up and down on the vine, pushing it into Barbara's ass, bringing moans to the heroine's mouth.

Ivy increased her tempo to the point that she was fully fucking Barbara as if the vine were a dick. Barbara was absolutely loving it, as their position allowed her to fully view Ivy's gorgeous body and play with her fabulous tits, while still getting her ass rammed.

"Oh, yes! Keep doing that! It feels so good!" Barbara admitted.

"Harder! HARDER!" She needed another climax.

"Come on! I want you to fuck my virgin asshole until it gapes for you! Stretch it out! Take me and use my like your little fuck doll! Come on! Fuck my ass!" Barbara screamed at Ivy.

Barbara started meeting Ivy's thrusts so that both girls were impaling themselves on the vine, establishing a rhythm. They were quickly taking it so deep and with such ferocity that when they both slammed down, their pussies rubbed against each other, sending shocks of pleasure into Barbara's cunt and up her spine.

The two girls simultaneously ass-fucked each other as hard as they could, allowing themselves to simultaneously scissor and kiss their pussies together. The only sounds in the room were the moans of the women and the squelching sounds of wet flesh meeting. Both Ivy and Barbara had to acknowledge that it was extraordinarily hot. Both of their cunts had big, fiery red bushes that collided together and it almost made it seem like their pussies were connected.

The tribbing and ass-fucking soon left Barbara howling. "Oh, God! Keep fucking me! Jesus fuck! Oh, fuck my pretty little tight asshole until I cum! Oh fucking shit! I'm cumming!" When the orgasm hit her, she exploded her cum all over Ivy's bush and pussy, completely matting the hair. The anal penetration had made her orgasm very quickly, and Barbara now knew that she had discovered a good masturbation technique if she ever needed to get off in a hurry.

Ivy pushed Barbara away as both slid off the vine. She returned to her chair and again sat back, legs open. Ivy still had yet to cum, and so was now happy to indulge in Barbara's night-long urges to taste a pussy,

"Now, you little slave. I want you to come over her and eat my cunt. Do you understand?" Ivy asked her personal fuck toy.

"Yes!" Barbara replied. She couldn't hold back her excitement to finally taste a pussy, especially one as beautiful as Ivy's.

"Yes, what?" Ivy shouted back. "You will address me as 'master,' you dumb slut!"

"Yes, master. I'm sorry, master," Barbara mindlessly responded.

She crawled forward on all fours, still not trusting herself to stand. She arrived at the chair of Ivy, who still had her legs spread wide open and her pussy on display. Barbara thought she had never seen a prettier sight in her life. Ivy had already warmed herself up a lot, so her engorged folds were glistening wet from her juices, and her twat looked as if it was ready to explode.

Barbara licked her own lips, before diving in between Ivy's legs. She lapped and sucked on Ivy's cunt as quickly and hungrily as she could, needing to feel Ivy's release. Barbara looked back up at Ivy through her red bush and big tits, keeping eye contact the entire time.

Ivy had her hand on the back of Barbara's head to guide her, not that she needed help. Barbara was doing what Ivy had done to her, only reciprocating it with an even greater degree of voracity. Barbara moved her tongue away from Ivy's clit, replacing with a feverishly stroking hand, and inched further down, licking up Ivy's sweet juices on her lips.

Barbara stuck her tongue out and extended, parting Ivy's lips, and penetrating Ivy's pussy with her tongue. Barbara swirled her tongue around inside Ivy's pussy, licking along her folds and walls, all while fingering her clit. Ivy couldn't hold out any longer, and let herself cum.

Ivy's pussy gushed her nectar, and Barbara caught what she could on her tongue. Barbara felt absolutely in heaven. Ivy's cream was the best thing she had ever tasted. It had the flavor of Mother Nature herself, and was perfect in every way possible. Barbara dove right back into Ivy's pussy, this time fingering her cunt while sucking on her clit.

Her first orgasm had made Ivy's pussy especially sensitive. Barbara had to expend only minimal effort to get Ivy near another climax.

"Oh, fuck me! Keep licking right there. Don't stop! Oh god, please don't stop! Oh, there it is! Oh shit! I'm about to fucking cum! Oh, yes! I'm cumming!" Ivy squealed out, to Barbara's delight. Barbara's face was coated in Ivy's cum for a second time, but still Barbara was unsatisfied. She was addicted. She needed more. She never wanted to stop eating out Ivy.

Barbara lowered her face further until she was staring at Ivy's asshole. It was still gaping from the vine, and Barbara didn't hesitate for a moment to start rimming it and dipping her tongue inside. She kept her fingers in Ivy's pussy and added her other hand to her clit, ensuring that Ivy was being simultaneously stimulated in the clit, the cunt, and the cornhole.

After a few minutes, Barbara brought Ivy to a third climax. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. Barbara stayed at Ivy's pussy and asshole for over two hours without stopping. Ivy came more in that session than she had in her entire life prior, which was saying a lot. Ivy had to physically push away Barbara by what she estimated to be at least her 20th orgasm. By the time she finally stopped putting her ultra-talented tongue to use, Barbara's entire face and hair were absolutely drenched with cum. The cushion of the chair was completely soaked through, and the floor of the room was covered with what looked like nearly a gallon of Ivy's juices.

Ivy leaned forward out of her chair and simply collapsed on top of Barbara, unable to muster up the slightest bit of physical strength or willingness after their session. She moved her lips to Barbara's, and they kissed. That's the last thing either could remember, as they fell asleep while kissing each other in a huge puddle of Ivy's pussy juice.
Barbara woke up, and couldn't immediately remember where she was. She felt cold, and realized that she was naked. Light shined through a window, and blurred her vision. She felt somebody next to her, and after allowing her eyes to become acclimated to the light, was shocked to see the pale-green figure lying next to her. Barbara recognized her as Poison Ivy, but couldn't fathom why she was lying naked next to a sleeping, also nude, villain. That's when Barbara also realized that part of her hand was inside of Ivy's pussy.

Barbara pulled her hand away immediately and shuffled away from the sleeping female. Barbara racked her brain, thinking through the events of earlier. Slowly, Barbara recalled all of the previous night's events. She was repulsed at herself for not only becoming ensnared by the villain, but also for enjoying it.

And that's when it clicked in Barbara's head. She had enjoyed it. She had actually enjoyed it. She had her pussy eaten out and had been ass-fucked by someone who she should have been arresting, not to mention the fact that she gladly reciprocated, for over 2 hours.

"No, it was just the toxin," Barbara thought. "I couldn't control what I was doing or feeling. It's not my fault. I shouldn't feel guilty. She's psychotic; it's what she wanted to happen. I just need to apprehend Ivy and move on," she tried to convince herself, Barbara still couldn't shake the feeling that the sensations that she had felt the night before were real, but dismissed them as tricks from the toxin.

Batgirl forwarded the information about Ivy's treacherous plans and her location to the police, figuring that way she wouldn't have to actually be the one to arrest her. Batgirl quietly slipped out of the building and put any memories and feelings of the encounter behind her.

Ivy awoke to find that her companion had left. She stretched her arms out, and lay on the floor spread-eagle, still in a puddle of her own juices. A wide smile now adorned her face. Ivy was proud of herself for so efficiently seducing the goody-two-shoes heroine and remained still slightly in awe of how thoroughly Barbara had convinced herself of the effects of the placebo. Ivy's knew that her seductive toxin did not actually work on women, but Ivy was also fully aware that Barbara wouldn't have had any way to know that.

———THE PREVIOUS NIGHT———

"Holy shit, man! I think that was fuckin Batgirl!" One of the men said to the other.

"No, way, man! Yer outta yer fuckin mind. Why would she be out here?" his companion asked.

"How the fuck should I know? But I'm fuckin tellin ya, it was the Bat-bitch," the first responded back.

"Uh-huh. I'll believe that when I see pigs that can't fly. Wait..."

"Whatever, man. I just know what I saw," the first man explained.

The second one finished his cigarette, and flicked it down off the rooftop before he started to leave. "Alright, well, if you see her again, you let me know. I'll tell you if I see any Bigfoots or fuckin Sasquatches."

"Fuck off!" The first yelled back as the rooftop door closed.

"Ya know, I feel like teachin that prick a lesson," he thought. "I'm gonna prove that it really was her."

The man walked over to the edge of the apartment rooftop. He climbed down the ladder on the side of the building onto the fire escape, using it to get all the way down to the street. The man crossed the street, and clambered up another fire escape to reach the rooftop opposite his.

He hopped a few foot over onto the neighboring rooftop. He then scampered across this one and climbed up another ladder before coming to the building he was looking for. He strolled over to one of the skylights, and peeked down through it while getting out his phone. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of the Batgirl and get a photo as proof.

"Holy fuck!" He softly exclaimed to himself as he looked down into the laboratory room.

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