Posted by Ripper X on February 07, 2006 at 22:00:28:

It had taken Batgirl a couple of days to track down the correct location. She never could have guessed that Gotham had so many greenhouses! If she wasn’t sure that this was the one before, the black guy surfing for internet porn right inside told her that this was the place. Well, that and the monstrous plants that bared fruit of bizarre colors, and shapes, and sizes. If this wasn’t the place, then she wasn’t a red-headed Irishwoman.

Quietly, she cut a small circle into the greenhouse and let herself in. The computer of the Batmobile was so advanced that it made her tricked out IBM look as advanced as sticks and stones. The windshield itself was a computer monitor, and all it had to do was take one look at the building and the plans appeared on screen, revealing a hidden underground catacomb. That would be where Robin and the girl are.

The Batmobile had given her enough information to know where the secret passage was, but now, the only trick left to pull was finding out how to trigger it. It was probably computer controlled, via the computer that the big security guard was using at the moment to find Barely Legal teens. Sure, she could knock out the guard and clue Poison Ivy into the fact that she wasn’t alone, but that would ruin her element of surprise . . . which she intended to keep until just the right moment. Good thing that she took the liberty of borrowing some of Batman’s tools before coming.

Batgirl pulled out what Alfred had called "The Universal Tool". No more than 9 inches long and weighing only 3.2 lbs, it was Batman’s electronic ‘catch-all’. Powered by rechargeable mini fuel cells and including a full lineman’s suite of miniaturized equipment in a single hardened tool. Oh yeah! And Alfred also said that it made a convenient hammer too.

Barb quickly found the steel trapdoor; she stuck a couple of probes in the hinge, crossed her fingers and set a quick charge. A silent puff of smoke issued from the hinge, not only did she unlock the trap, but it also disabled the intruder alarm. Stuff as cool as this, anybody could be a hero!

Mandy started bawling when Ivy had returned to set up her webcams. She liked the three cam system; it’s not like she could hire a camera man. Hell, the only help that she could ever seem to find was the worthless kind. With three cameras, she could get three different angles and she and Night could edit them all together when they were finished.

Last week she had the pretty young Asian girl in the whipping post scene. She thought about strangling this time, however she just couldn’t resist giving attention to that tight little belly. Two weeks in a row? Sure, somebody was bound to complain, but when don’t they? It’s been awhile since they’ve used the Prayer bench.

Once she was all set up, she quickly assembled her tools; she’d only use the knife, but people liked seeing her wide variety of toys.

"Now," she said, unlocking Robins cell. She gave him a long and deep kiss that would keep him occupied long enough to move him; she wanted him to watch when she did it. She wanted him to be fully aware and in his right mind, "why don’t you be a doll and put some cloths on?"

She unlocked his wrist cuffs and removed the belt. She kept near him as he dressed while she swatted him on his cute little ass when she felt that he wasn’t moving quit as fast as he should (and a few times just to hear him whimper). With that done, she guided him over to her bondage chair, which looked exactly like an electric chair, but without all of the hardware. She bound his ankles, his wrists, and a belt around his belly. The chair also had straps for his throat and forehead, so that he could see everything perfectly when she plunged the knife into her. The finishing touch was a nice and big ball gag. She stood back and admired her handiwork.

"I bet that butt plug feels absolutely splendid in that position, doesn’t it Boy Blunder." He didn’t answer her however.

It only took a few moments to guide her little blindfolded snuff bunny from her spot at the whipping post. She had the whimpering little flower sit on the top tier of the Prayer Bench, while Ivy bound her ankles to the lower tier. Finished with that, she bent the girl backwards and strapped her wrists back to the bottom support beam on the opposite side. She looked absolutely delicious! Her little breasts pumped up, but most importantly, her strong belly pushed forward exposing her ribs and the bones of her hips while pulling her trim abdomen taut.

"You have the cutest bellybutton I ever did see!" Ivy beamed, prodding the cute little indentation with a fingernail, "It is going to pop so nicely . . . don’t you think?"

"Please, Mistress." The girl pouted, "You’re hurting me."

Seeing the head cheerleader bent backwards and being dominated by Ivy was making Robin’s dick painfully hard against his cruel chastity device. His head was clearing up, but it didn’t change anything. Robin could see perfectly as Ivy’s hand stroked Mandy’s sweet little pussy though her cute little white panties which were absolutely soaked from desire.

Ivy looked around to make sure that all of the little green lights of the cameras were on, and then picked up her knife, checking its sharpness for the camera.

"You’ve teased people with your long legs and your tight trim tummy for long enough, slut." Ivy said, delivering the lines that Nightshade had written for her . . . she couldn’t wait until her birthday was over, these lines were terrible. "I’m going to make sure that you never dance again!"

"Ohhhhhh" Mandy whimpered, "Please, I’ll quit. I’ll . . . I’ll, I’ll wear more cloths, please don’t kill me!"

"You should have thought of that before, slut. It’s too late now, because, now you die!" Ivy screamed as she lifted the blade above her head, and prepared to drive the knife into the girls bobbing little navel.

"Stop right there, Poison Ivy!" Came a voice from the doorway, Ivy heard a metallic report as her knife was knocked out of her hands. Turning around she saw a billowing cloud of grey smoke.

"BATMAN!" The villainess screamed in rage, "NO! YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! YOU’LL RUIN EVERYTHING!"

"Not Batman." Came a female voice from within the dissipating cloud, Ivy looked inquisitively as the form of a girl sliced threw the air, "I’m BATGIRL!" She finished, as a judo kick crushed into Poison Ivy’s jaw, sending the green skinned temptress sailing across the room, smacking her head on one of the cages, knocking herself out.

"Hope I didn’t interrupt anything too important," Batgirl said, releasing the strap fettering Robin’s left arm, "She didn’t seem all that tough to me."

"Good work!" Robin said, his left hand freed, "Go free Mandy, we don’t want to be here when she wakes up."

"Gotcha." Batgirl said, rushing over to the captive cheerleader, and unfastening her as well.

"Who are you?" Mandy asked, "Where did you come from?"

"We’ll have all the time in the world to answer your questions," Batgirl said, unbuttoning the girl’s last ankle cuff, "But right now, we’ve got to get the heck out of here. Run!"

Batgirl and Robin ran for the exit, with Robin pulling Mandy in tow, "Sorry I was late." Batgirl jested, "You forgot your Utility Belt back at the crime scene."

"Did you bring it with you?" Robin asked.

"No," Batgirl exclaimed, "but that’s a great idea. I’ll have to remember that next time."

"Wait." Mandy whined, stumbling and forcing Robin to stop, "Wait a sec."

"What’s the matter?" Robin asked, turning around to look and seeing the barrel of a gas gun, "Mandy! What are you d. . . "

"Ain’t no way you’re getting away with my present, Batgirl!" Mandy said, pulling the trigger sending a pink cloud of knockout gas directly into the faces of the two superheroes. Batgirl had just enough time to hold her breath, but her heart dropped as she saw the Boy Wonder collapse onto the floor. Relying on her instincts, she grabbed the barrel of the gun and placed a solid kick to the cheerleader’s ribs. The girl groaned and reeled backwards, giving Batgirl the gun in the process.

"What do you think that you’re doing?" Poison Ivy asked, getting up. She rubbed a finger across her plump lip and saw blood, "WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE DOING!!!" She screamed, returning her attention to Batgirl, "I’LL KILL YOU!"

"Oh fudge." The heroine uttered, Ivy’s eyes burned with a demonic green light of pure rage, and Batgirl felt the air getting sucked out of the room as all of the branches and veins of ivy on the walls came to life and exploded into action. Batgirl prepared to fire the gun, but she already knew that it was too late for that. Before she even got a chance to pull the trigger she was intercepted by the vines that wrapped around her in any way that they could.

"I’LL RIPE YOU APART!" Ivy seethed. Her beautiful face! The bitch had kicked her in her beautiful face! All that could be seen of Batgirl was her clenched mouth barring ivory teeth as the vines pulled and stretched.

Barb could feel her insides turning to jelly, and her cartilage threatening to break. This is it, she thought, the end of a short and unimpressive career. She’d saved the city from a couple of guys who thought they were bugs [see Batgirl "Year One"].

"NO!" Mandy said, running to Poison Ivy and wrapping her arms around her legs, "I want her!"

"Quiet, Nightshade," Ivy hissed, "Let me handle this."

"But," Nightshade said, pouting and looking adorable in her little cheerleading outfit, "I always wanted my own Batgirl."

"No!" Ivy said, but Mandy could tell that her charms were working, "Until just now, you didn’t even know that there was a Batgirl."

"BUT I DO NOW!" She whined, "And now I want her."

Ivy just looked down at her. Batgirl was listening to her own skeleton crack and pop. The vines had stopped pulling, but they weren’t releasing her. The pain was so intense if felt like red hot irons burning into her every nerve.

"Pleeeeeeeease." Mandy begged, Ivy just looked down at her, how could she refuse a face as innocent and as pure as hers?

"Very well," Ivy said sternly, dropping the Batgirl into a heap, "But, you’re taking care of her!"

"Oh I love you!" Mandy squealed, hugging and kissing her knees over and over, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Batgirl was just lying there on the ground gasping for air; her little costume all ripped and barely clung onto a strong and sexy young body. Ivy could see the new girl’s potential already . . . perhaps NOT killing her yet was a brilliant move after all.

"Go." Ivy told her obedient little sub, "Clean her up, and check her out and don’t be pokey about it. Your party will start in a couple of hours."

"Can Batgirl come?" Mandy asked, grinning with a sharp toothy grin.

"As long as she’s ready in time." Ivy said, patting her head, "Now go. I’ll be in the shower."

"You’ll have the element of surprise." Batman had told her. She had factored only her own element of surprise, but hadn’t anticipated Ivy having a surprise of her own. Batgirl lifted up her head and looked at the two ladies conniving with each other. Ivy’s vines were retreating back to the walls where they’d came from, and she saw Robin’s little friend cast her the most wicked look that she had ever seen in her life. ‘Boy Wonder,’ she thought just before passing out, ‘you sure know how to pick them.’

Mandy Quinzel, a.k.a. Nightshade, slapped Batgirl across the face. She had her strapped facedown to the exam table, her cute little ass and pussy exposed so that the world could see. She had used a stainless steal whitehead clamp during the oral exam to keep her mouth open, and decided to leave it in; it made a nice gag.

"Wakie wakie, Bat-slut." Mandy taunted her as she pulled off the girl’s cowl. She instantly started struggling and making sounds of protest.

"Don’t get yer panties in a bundle!" Mandy told her, "I’m not peekin. If I wanted to play with just another red-head slut, then I’d just take one. There’s this one that works at the library that looks absolutely yummy! But I’d betcha that she ain’t got nuthin on you Batgirl."

Nightshade outfitted her with a new mask, one that would protect the girl’s identity but at the same time, reveal more of her pretty face.

"Now, where were we?" Mandy said, touching her lip and eyeing the pretty nude girl sprawled out, and helpless to her every whim, "BLOODTEST!" She remembered, "We’ve got to have a blood test because you super-types are dirty, dirty and who knows what you do-gooders got."

Mandy grabbed the first needle that she’d saw, "Now try not to move, cause I ain’t ever done this before!"

She was just fucking with her, she’d done this a million times while injecting patients with strychnine down at the old home where she worked as a nurse’s aid. Clearly she had a higher calling. Mandy stuck the needle into the girl’s rump and pulled out enough blood for Ivy’s device to scan for any impurities and baggage.

"NOW!" Nightshade said gleefully while pulling on a pair of white latex gloves, making them snap loudly, "While your bloods analizin, it’s time for the physical part of your exam."

Nightshade ran her little fingers through Batgirl’s tiny red muff and looked at her pretty little vulva. It looked more then healthy, the outer skin was fair and white and her little pink labia just peeked outside. Mandy grabbed some forceps and used them to gently pull one of her soft labia lips aside, with her other finger, she probed her clitoral hood.

"Hmmmmm." She mumbled to herself, examining around. She forwent the forceps and just used her fingers to move the labia to the side to get a good look at her pink and healthy vagina, "Hmmmmmm, I can tell you’ve had a little bit of sex, but it doesn’t look very rough," a total understatement. This was the prettiest little pussy that she’d ever seen in her life. Both of her pretty lips appeared to be the same size and possessed a pleasing color and texture; it was soft and clean and not too tight, but just tight enough. Even the clitoris hasn’t sustained much damage, so either this girl didn’t masturbate or she did it very softly.

Mandy was pleased; more then pleased! Batgirl moaned as she moved her attention to her pert little anus. Mandy could easily penetrate it and feel the warm clean skin inside of the girl’s rectum. Batgirl was enjoying this, her little labia was shiny and inviting.

"You poor, poor thing." Mandy said, "Nobody but lil’ ol’ me around to help you scratch such a bothersome itch. Too bad you’ll have to wait, huh? But I think that I’ve got something here to help keep you in the mood!"

Batgirl felt a needle stab into her hungry clit, the pain burned through her sex, up her spine, and into her brain like a bolt of lightning. Oblivion overtook her again as Mandy giggled.

"Not so tough now, are yah cunt?" she said, watching the girl’s pussy quivering. She dabbed the little dot of blood with her finger and tasted it. She wasn’t blessed with the mistress’s superior pheromones, but unless the Bat was a lesbo, they wouldn’t work anyway, but the Aphrodisiac Adrenalin Compound that she administered sure should. When she woke up she’d be willing to fuck a pony! Well, if they had one, she could, but since they didn’t Mandy had to make do with what she had.

"This little filly is good and rearin to go!"