Posted by Ripper X on February 14, 2006 at 22:15:28:
Batgirl woke up; she rubbed her eyes and stretched before finding that she had a metal collar around her neck and that she was chained to a throne made of stone. All she wore was a mask and a little pair of what she at first mistook for pink heart-shaped leather panties, but upon further investigation she found that it was padlocked. She gazed at herself in the mirror and she looked absolutely tasty. Her fingers tried to find some way into the petite chastity device to stroke her aching little pussy, but it just wasn’t any use. Batgirl flicked the lock with her finger and exhaled a frustrated sigh.
Robin was in even worse shape, hooked into what Ivy had called a ‘genital bondage chair’. His ankles had been strapped to the legs of the chair, a long guillotine-like frame had his aching balls and his throbbing cock locked into place. It had been days since he’s had an orgasm, the psychological torture was wearing him down, he wanted to cum so bad . . . he NEEDED to cum. His cock was finally free of the chastity devise, but his hands were cuffed behind him to the chair. All he could do was moan and pray that somebody would come along and touch him.
"It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want too," both of them piped up in attention as they heard Mandy singing, each hoping that they would get attention first; anything to cum . . . anything.
A key slid into the lock, and they could hear lots of voices on the other side. Ivy was throwing a big party to introduce her new prodigy to the Villainess Community. Lex had been invited too, as it was his intelligence of Robin’s armor that made it all possible, however, he said that he couldn’t attend, and instead had sent his personal assistant Mercy, so it was an all Femmes Fatale celebration!
The party-revelers all spread out in the dungeon, admiring her large collection of kinky toys, furniture, and the latest in time-activated deathtraps: all for sale, of course, and built to order. A few of them brought their own little captives, in fact, and were busy testing some of the equipment out.
"Why, Enchantradora!" Ivy beamed, "Is that the ‘Maid of Might’ you have there?"
"Tsk," frowned the enchantress with some remorse, "Tis just a blonde that I found tending a gas station on my way here, I’m afraid. However, the resemblance is striking. I just had to have her the moment that I laid my eyes on her!"
"She is beautiful," Ivy said, holding the girl’s tear-streaked face in her hands, "Have you met my little Nightshade yet? You know, with her help we captured the ‘real’ Boy Wonder."
"Oh! How exciting," Enchantradora beamed, "but, isn’t the name Nightshade already taken?"
"Oh, it is. But, by a terribly dreadful little girl." Ivy spat, "If you happen to run across her, do tell us, won’t you?"
"But of course!"
"Splendid!" Ivy beamed, "Now, maybe I can help point you in the right direction. What are your intentions for this lovely young girl?"
"Oh," Enchantradora smiled, "Yes, I was going to ask you about body disposal . . ."
"Why don’t you worry your pretty head off about it," Ivy said eyeing the squealing little faux-super girl, "She will make an excellent protein for my lovely plants."
"Oh good," The woman sighed in relief, "I was worried that this party was going to be like Penguins, that was so inconvenient."
"What kind of hostess would I be if I didn’t take care of cleaning up the little party favors?"
"Excuse me," Catwoman cut in, "but I couldn’t help but overhear you say that you captured the REAL Robin?"
"OH! Salina!" Ivy said, letting the enchantress go to entertain her little friend, "Nightshade!" she called, looking around for her lovely little minx. Mandy ran up to her side.
"Yes, Mistress?" she said.
"Nightshade, I’d like to introduce you to Catwoman." Ivy said. The two shook hands.
As the party wore on, the guests enjoyed looking at the captured Boy Wonder who sat completely dominated in his special chair. She didn’t know how many times she had to answer the question of who the pretty redhead was. She had told them that she fancied herself a Batgirl, and that she must be new. Catwoman had said that she had heard rumors of the Batman taking on a new member to the team, which Mandy brilliantly quipped that he’d better start looking again.
The two teens were a big hit too, as the ladies loved touching them and pinching there lovely young bodies. The only stipulation that Ivy insisted upon was that they not be allowed to cum, but besides that, all bets were off.
After all of the initial hoopla was over, the crowd quieted down as the wails of several little sub-missives echoed through the room. Every device was full of crying little prisoners. Batgirl was even being entertained by the assassin Cheshire, who had the tender little thing bent over a sub-stand and was paddling her athletic little bottom and thighs to a nice rosy shade of red. But the true star of the party was Robin, the girls just LOVED him, they took turns stroking and kissing his smooth shapely legs as he moaned and cried. The Genital clamp worked as a cock-ring and it was impossible for him to cum from indirect contact. His cock was impossibly hard, and dripped a nice stream of precum, his torture was simply exquisite.
No party can last forever, however, and as all good things do, it came to an end and after all of the revelers wondered back to their homes, all that was left was a terrible mess of blood and gore and various odds and ends of tasty little subs; their broken, and battered dead bodies tossed on a pile off in the corner. Her hired help could process them in the morning. They’ll have their work cut out for them! At least there were enough of a couple of tasty young girls left in tact that if they wished, they could entertain themselves with. But she certainly wasn’t going to put the idea into their heads.
The only subs left alive were Robin and Batgirl, Batgirl lay collapsed over the sub-stand, her poor bottom and legs beet-red and sweet pussy juice running down her thighs. It appeared to Ivy that she may had sneaked a few orgasms in during her little beatings, which was no real concern, at least Robin hadn’t, he sat gasping for air in his little chair, hundreds of teeth marks indented his legs. The pressure on his cock and balls was so intense that it looked as if he would burst right out of the skin!
She eyed Robin thinking seriously about an offer from one of the guests. She had wanted to wrestle him, to test her physical stature and all, under the strict condition that if she were to beat him, then she could have him for a half an hour, and do to him whatever she wanted . . . other then killing him of course, as that honor was reserved for young Nightshade. Speaking of which, where was that girl?
She had last seen her with Mercy, Mandy had submitted herself to Lex’s assistant because Mercy wanted to see how strong the girl was, Ivy had consented of course. Trusting Mercy to not kill her or injure her too badly. Being trained by a true student of discipline was an honor! She had finally found her little Mandy entwined among the pretty corpses. Mercy had laid her there after their little role-playing game and young Nightshade had masturbated herself to sleep.
While carrying her sleepy little flower off to their bed, Poison Ivy thoughts once again returned to the woman’s request regarding the boy wonder. She would allow it, however she had a wager of her own to make as well. She also wanted Robin to be ready, as she intended for him to win.
"A woman named Shiva said that she wished to pit her skills against yours, my little Boy Wonder." Ivy said to her captive who had been outfitted with a chocker with wrist restraints around his neck, his cock was far to erect to restrain in a chastity device and she had to figure out something to do about his busy little hands, "I’ve consented to the bout, and I aim to win. You want to win as well, don’t you?"
"I’m not going to fight anybody for you." Robin spat defiantly, he was in a feisty mood this morning. Ivy needed him that way if she hoped to win, so it was a necessary evil.
"Why Boy Wonder," she said, "your words wound me. But fear not, my horny little ruffian, I’m not totally heartless. You see, there is something to be gained in this for you as well . . . two things to be exact. The first, being your desire to relieve some of the pressure from your painfully hard erection."
"You’ll . . . you’ll let me cum?" he asked, a bit of hope cracking in his voice.
"If you’re victorious, I shall. However," Ivy added, ruffling the long red hair of her newest female concubine who was pumped up on so many drugs she couldn’t think of anything but sex, "If you were to lose, it will be your little girlfriend, Batgirl, who will suffer. And I intend on making her suffering exquisite."
Batgirl understood that, and arched her back in attention, she said nothing though. Right now her mistress was pleased and she was gentle. She didn’t want to anger her, or ruin the moment with her smart mouth.
"I understand." Robin said, defeated. He had heard of Shiva, but had never met her. She was a highly dangerous fighter, and a member of the Cult of the Monkey Fist, an underground order that represented martial-arts perfection. Bruce had said that if she wanted to, she could easily kill her masters and claim the most coveted title of ‘Paper Monkey’ for herself, taking over the cult. Why she hasn’t yet done so, was a mystery.
"She’s rumored to be the best fighter in the world, Ivy." Robin said softly, "I . . . I don’t think that I can beat her."
"Relax," Ivy said, completely unfazed, "It’s a non-lethal submission match, besides, she doesn’t think too highly of you. She says that if you can last for ten minutes then she’ll submit to you."
"Ten minutes?" Robin asked, his hope restored, "But, what are the stakes?"
"It is easy," stated a voice from behind him, "When I win, your tender young body is mine."
Lady Shiva stepped into the room; she was dressed in a long dark cloak with silver gauntlets and long white satin gloves. Robin could feel the young fighter devouring him with her eyes.
"And," Ivy piped in, "IF you lose?"
"If I lose?" Shiva grinned, "Well, IF I lose, I will instead spend my half hour bound and submitted to you . . . but I would not get my hopes up if I were you."
"Do let me see it." Ivy drooled, "Let me look at it, I want to see it."
Shiva untied her cloth belt and quickly pulled off the cloak with the flair of a skilled warrior. Her belly was exquisite, causing Ivy’s mouth to water. Years of training and honing her craft gifted the young warrior with a ripped and powerful stomach; her belly gleamed in the light revealing each slight curve and dimple. Ivy licked her lips, she had never seen a stomach so trim and well defined, and her cute little navel just begged to be poked and prodded with a variety of devilish toys.
"Your LUST shall be your undoing, Pamela Isley." Shiva commented. If she had been more dedicated to her cause she could be a contender in this world, however, with her petty desires distracting her at every turn, she was simply wasting the gifts that her maker had granted to her.
"Perhaps," Ivy admitted, "but lust comes in many forms. Besides, was it not lust that has brought you here; your lust to take this boy?"
Shiva said nothing, so Ivy had her henchmen prepare a make-shift ring. Robin was fully healed from his partaking in the festivities the night before thanks to her concentrated aloe extract. She had left his mind uninfluenced, not that it mattered. His domination had been complete. As long as she didn’t allow him to cum, he would steal the Great Wall of China for her in the shallow hopes of being relieved. THAT of course wasn’t going to happen. Even if he did defeat Shiva, she had no intentions of letting him cum. With the loss of his seed, the loss of her control would follow. It had taken several days to bring him this far, under no circumstances would she allow such control to be so easily obtained.
"Let us remember what we are fighting for." Ivy told him, directing his pretty friend to rise and follow her over to a saw horse that sat at ringside. She had the young Batgirl straddle the horse between her legs.
"Please, mistress." Barb begged as Ivy removed her pretty chastity panties, "Robin won’t lose. You can hold me in your arms while we watch. It will be nice."
Batgirl gasped as her sweet little pussy lips felt the cold metal angle-bar of the horse. It’s been a lifetime since anything had touched her there, without thinking she closed her eyes and began lightly rubbing against the cold steel. She would’ve used her fingers, but Ivy was tying her hands behind her back. The little redhead’s drug induced mind focused entirely on stimulating her tingly little pussy, but this was soon forgotten as Ivy lifted her leg off of the floor and strapped it into place. Batgirl started to panic from the subtle hint, and begged as her mistress strapped in the other leg, her full body weight shifted to her sensitive little sex that grinded painfully into the unforgiving and cruel angle-bar.
"When Robin wins," Ivy said, stroking her perky little breasts, "Then you may come down."
"Oh Fudge," Batgirl wailed, the pain was already becoming intolerable, "Oh Robin, hurry up, I . . . I can’t take this. Robin, PLEASE . . . Oh god!"
Robin looked at the suffering teenage heroine; at the tears flowed down her face. This was his fault, and he knew it. If he hadn’t ran in all gung ho and got himself captured, then she wouldn’t had come to try and save him. Seeing her in such pain, hurt him . . . he loved her. He loved her from the first moment that he laid eyes on her when she first stumbled onto the rooftop that night he was talking with Gordon, long before all of this Batgirl nonsense started. Damn it, Barbara. Why couldn’t you just stay home and be like everybody else. Why did you have to go and be a hero?
He must save her, there was no other option. Robin returned his heated gaze at Shiva and with true intentions, and faith in his abilities, told Ivy to release his bonds, "I’m going to finish this."
"You’d better, little bird." Ivy warned, motioning to Nightshade to release him, "Else I’ll make sure that this little predicament is a pleasant memory of the past for your little Batgirl."
Robin, once released, walked into the circle with a sense of duty. Shiva watched him loosening up his muscles and joints, perhaps the girl’s painful dilemma would bring out the boy’s fight after all? She hoped so.
"You will honor your mistress’s agreement upon your defeat, will you not?"
"I will." He replied, "But I’m not planning on losing."
"Good." Shiva said, stripping out of her cloths. She wanted this to be a fair fight, since the Boy Wonder was forced to fight nude, so must she. Shiva allowed her two giant escorts to apply a slick coat of oil to her skin, as did Robin. Ivy’s new concubine loyally applied the oily lotion liberally and with such joy. Shiva would have to watch that one once she grew older. She sensed great things in store for her, yet she suffered from her mistress’s lust, as well as an unpredictability that made her even more dangerous then her mentor.
Batgirl pleaded for them to hurry, she had never felt such intense pain in her whole life. She’d do anything to get off of this cruel devise. Soon the young fighter’s bodies were properly slicked and slippery. Mandy skipped over to her Mistress.
"Wow!" She exclaimed in a chipper tone, "This looks kinda fun. I wanna fight too! Can I?"
"Later, pumpkin." Ivy said, handing her a stop watch. It was her job to be the time keeper.
"OH!" Mandy whispered, "Do you think that we should cheat?"
"Absolutely not," Ivy replied sharply, "we’ll play this one by the rules, love. These aren’t the kind of people that one plays lightly." Ivy may be insane, but she wasn’t stupid. Even with her power over plants and her hired muscle, she still knew that she didn’t stand a chance against Shiva and her escorts, "You do a good job, sweetie, and I’ll let you fight our lovely little Batgirl."
"DEAL!" Mandy agreed, running over to a chair and setting the watch for ten minutes. The match was to be called by Ivy and the man known as Ali Mahubwa, one of Shiva’s muscle-bound escorts that all but dwarfed Buster, Ivy’s strongest henchman, in both size and power.
As Batgirl cried and screamed in agony, the two fighters took their places, and Nightshade called for the bout to begin.