Posted by Ripper X on February 28, 2006 at 21:42:35:
Robin woke up refreshed and his head perfectly clear for the first time since his capture and enslavement to the vile Poison Ivy. Seeing Barbara Gordon still sleeping in the same cell, his heart raced.
"Batgirl." He said, lightly slapping her cheek, "Batgirl, wake up."
"R-robin?" the girl said, "You-you’re alive!"
"Of course I’m alive." He said, "Look, we are getting out of here today. How do you feel? Feel like you can run?"
"Ouch." She said, rubbing her red pussy, "That thing made me really, really sore. I don’t think that I can."
Looking around, Robin found a tiny jar of that cream that Ivy kept around. It had been left in the cage, and there wasn’t much in it, but it had to work; it just had too. Robin scraped what he could out with his fingers, and applied it to Batgirls tender little cunt. She winced and hissed at first, and then melted at his gentle touch, and moaned as the boy wonder massaged her to a blissful orgasm.
"Mmm." She moaned, "But, I thought that that woman beat you?"
"She did," Robin said, "but she was sent by Batman . . ."
"Oh my, god!" Batgirl shot up, her heart racing in fear as she remembered, "Ivy said that she’s going to torture me today!"
"Relax," Robin said, grabbing her shoulders, trying to get her to understand.
"Relax?" she squealed, "You’re not the one that’s going to get tortured! She said that it’s going to hurt worse then that evil saw horse . . . oh my god, Robin. What am I going to do?"
"I told you, we’re getting out of here today."
"How are we going to do that? We can’t even get out of this stupid cage." She cried, caving in after days of humiliation and sexual slavery, "I’m no superhero Robin. I thought I was, but I’m not. I’m just a girl . . . just a little girl!" She cried.
"That’s just the drugs talking," Robin told her, "Running blindly into the belly of the beast to try and save me like you did. THAT was heroic, especially knowing what you were up against and doing it anyway. You’ve got guts Batgirl, and right now you need to find them again."
"I do?" Batgirl asked.
"Shiva gave me something," he said, (not telling how or where though) "I’m immune to her poison. Did Batman have you take anything before you came here?"
"Yes," she said, trying to remember. The cloud was starting to lift, "Yes, he had Alfred administer a shot. They didn’t think that her pheromones would affect me, but they do. Oh my, God! What does that mean?"
"Good, then you’re immune to her poison too . . . look, here’s the plan . . . ."
"Good evening, my pets." Came a dark voice full of evil intent, Barbara practically jumped out of her skin and begin crawling backwards, as far away from the evil woman as she could get. Robin didn’t know if Ivy had heard anything that they had said, she didn’t seem to act like it.
"I bet you think that you’re so smart, don’t you Robin?" she said, pulling a stick off the wall. She flicked a switch and the tip cracked with flickering blue life that sparked and sizzled. He tried to avoid being touched by it, but Ivy ground the wicked thing into his ribs. His body jumped and jolted for a while as Ivy pushed it in with a sneer, "Who’s smart now, Birdboy?"
Batgirl screamed as she shocked the Boy Wonder into unconsciousness. His words totally lost, and her world shrunk back down to where Ivy needed it to be when she grabbed the girl by the throat and flung her out of the cell.
Ivy locked the boy in the cage, before snatching her up again by her pretty long red hair. She yanked her over to the whipping post, and fastened her in.
"Please!" Batgirl begged, "Don’t hurt me . . . I . . . I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt me."
"Shut up!" Ivy yelled, "I’m gonna do as I please, but you’re right. A body as nice and as firm as yours . . . it needs to be savored like a fine wine." Ivy took a few steps back and finally admired her, which she really hadn’t done since trying to kill her. She had wasted most of her attention on that Boy Wonder brat!
Ivy lightly ran a finger over Barb’s tight stomach, "Yes." She said, her mouth watering. Then up to her perfectly shaped and tiny little nipples, "Hmmmmm." Over her soft thighs, and playing with her perfect little pussy causing the young girl to gasp in pleasure. "Yes, I’m going to have fun with you, little one. . . NIGHTSHADE DEAR!!!!" she hollered, "Come in here, please!"
"You aren’t going to hit me, are you?" Mandy asked, drifting in the doorway like a ghost.
"Hit you?" Ivy gasped, "Oh dear! No. No Pumpkin, I was never mad at you. None of this was your fault."
"It isn’t?" The girl said, stepping into the room.
"Of course not," Ivy said, "What would make you think that?"
Mandy smiled and bounced into the room. "So you aren’t mad anymore?"
"No." Ivy said, kissing her on her forehead. She was such a cute little thing. She wondered how she ever managed without her.
"So are you gonna TORTURE this little slut until she squeals like a pig?" Mandy asked with that big beautiful grin on her face.
"Uh-huh." Ivy grinned and nodded, "Wanna help?"
Batgirl moaned as the two licked and teased her body. Nightshade licked and nibbled on her tender pale thighs and enflamed pussy while Ivy suckled her nipples, her hands roaming around her pert and helpless young body. They were keeping themselves entertained until the Boy Wonder woke up.
"You fiends," he yelled at them, letting them know that it was time to begin, "You let her go. She didn’t do anything to you."
"Well, Batgirl," Ivy said, slipping out of her messy and dirty white panties, and stuffing them into the young redheads pouty little mouth, "it looks like your audience has finally decided to join us."
"Mmmm," Mandy said, licking the girl’s sexy juices off her lips, "You really should taste this before it gets all stretched out and bloody."
"Well," Ivy said, ignoring Mandy’s observation and lifting up a mean little alligator clamp fitted with a ten ounce weight up for Batgirl to observe, "I think that we’ll start with these pretty little nipples."
Ivy moved painfully slow and carefully lowered the sharp clamp to Batgirl’s aroused and excited nipple, she looked into her beautiful green eyes that were pleading for her to change her mind. Undaunted, she slowly clamped them to the nipple, the teeth digging into sensitive flesh. The girls eyes clenched as the tears started to flow and a sharp squeal pierced the air muffled by the panties. The girl’s scream changed to a higher pitch as Ivy gently lowered the weight, it pulled her perky little tittie down with it.
"There," Ivy beamed, bouncing the weight up and down, "Now isn’t that pretty?"
She picked up another one, and attached it to her other nipple. Barb tried to wiggle away but it wasn’t any use, she looked at her poor breasts and wailed in agony. Each scream and twitch she made only made the sharp clamps dig in harder.
"There, there," Ivy said, feeling the girl’s soft face, "Don’t waste all of these lovely tears, love." She told her, wiping the tears from her smooth blushing cheeks, "After all. We’re just getting started."
Batgirl cried and tried to kick her little feet as Nightshade teased and prodded at her pussy, attacking her cute clitoris with her tongue, while she aptly found her tender g-spot with her nibble little fingers.
Ivy kissed and probed her navel, and admired it lovingly. She’d be coming back to that; Ivy liked to save the best for last. She picked up another weighted alligator clip and shooed away her little concubine.
Ivy gave her sweet and beautiful pussy a quick kiss, then prepared to let the clip destroy her lovely little package for forever, when that idiot Buster broke into the room.
"Boss!" he said, out of breath, "Boss you gotta . . . "
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ivy yelled, "Can’t you see that I’m fucking busy?"
"It’s the Batmobile, boss." He insisted, "Merv found it while he was out on patrol."
"THE BATMOBILE!" Ivy yelled, dropping the evil clip to Batgirl’s relief, "Christ! Why didn’t you fucking tell me?"
"What do you want us to do?" he asked.
"GET RID OF IT!" She screamed, pulling her panties out of Batgirls mouth and putting them back on.
"We tried that, but it’s got some kinda shell on it."
"Fuck!" She stewed, "Lex Luther was supposed to call if the League somehow managed to survive . . . and they always do." Wait . . . this didn’t make sense, if Batman were here, she’d be back in Arkham already. Her eyes widened as she figured it out . . . "YOU!" She yelled, pointing at Batgirl. "You brought the Batmobile here didn’t you?"
"I’m sorry . . ." Batgirl whined. Ivy was livid.
"That thing has a tracking devise, SHIT!" Ivy screamed, "Nightshade, go and get yourself dressed . . . pick something spunky. We’re leaving."
"What yah want us to do about these two," Buster asked, pointing his thumb back at the two teen heroes, "Want us to let’m go?"
"LET THEM GO?" She yelled in amazement, "Hello, they are called EVIDENCE! We’ll have to get rid of them. Go get Robin dressed . . . wait!" Ivy said, looking around and picking up the shocking prod, tossing it at her henchmen, "Use this."
Batgirl’s eyes widened as she heard Robin screaming. She was waiting for Ivy to rip the clips off, but to her surprise she did it nice and gently. Barb sighed in relief until she noticed Ivy’s wicked smile.
"OOFFFFF" Barb spat as Ivy punched her as hard as she could in her soft, unprepared belly. Ivy enjoyed the way her taunt belly caved in, and wrapped around her hard fist. It felt good . . . it felt real good.
Ivy undid the girl’s binds, and she fell to the floor chocking for air, "Let’s go sweetie. It’s time to feed the plants!"