Outside of Arkham on a cold, miserable, rainy day a woman in a black suit with a short skirt walks slowly through the front gates. Her shiny black pumps, grinding the gravel the below her with each purposeful step. Her face, conservatively made up with her neatly pulled back hair shining under the flickering lights near the security check point. She pulls a picture of Poison Ivy to reexamine her face. She puts it back into her purse as her heels clack down the hallway.
Making eye contact with the guard, she glides seamlessly through the security door as he unlocks the gate from inside the control room.
The woman walks more up-paced through the security door leading to the high security block where Poison Ivy's cell is located. She lifts her eyes slightly so that the guards recognize her and buzz her through the gate.
The hall filled, with agonizing groans, laughter, and the stench of excrements from Gotham's most vile criminals. The woman's shoes, clacking down the prison cell hallway, echoeing to the roof and being drowned out by the symphony of noise. The cell, at the end of the block, past the Joker, Two-Face, and the Riddler a serene light green hue emits from behind the cell's reinforced brick walls.
Ivy, in her gray Arkham-issued prisoner jumpsuit, reclined quietly on her bed reading a book. Her full lips shining in the dim cell light. An exotic plant with giant leaves and bright flowers adorns her headrest as she uses it as a pillow to rest her feet. She doesn't take notice of the slender, yet curvy figure standing in the shadows in front of her cell.
"Poison Ivy I presume?" the woman says as if confronting her. Ivy looks up slowly and inspects what little of the woman's face she can see. Ivy's eyes then slowly examines the woman's attractive figure.
"I don't normally get visitors of your...stature, but I'll bite. What I can I do for you?" Ivy says in a playful and sarcastic way. "Are you one of the wives of the CEOs that I've killed? Or are you just one of their whores and wanna chat?" She says with a slight giggle.
"We are big fans of your work, not just anyone can do the things you do, especially a woman," the woman says as she lights a cigarette.
"My work? And just what pray tell do you like about my work?"
"You've kissed him..."
Ivy's eyes look to the ceiling quickly as she contemplates the woman's question."Oh honey you're going to have to be more specific than that!" She snaps back with a laugh. "Although I must say there have been a few her.."
"No...the Batman" the woman confesses.
Ivy looks away in shame, "That's a sensitive subject."
"Oh? Were you in love with him...are you in..."
"Oh please darling! No man is worth my lips, even if it kills him" she says looking up at the woman's shaded face. "He's just one of the few that has lived, too bad too, if I just didn't have the antidote so close to his face while I was humiliating him in my greenhouse. What's it to you?"
"You are one of the only women that has subdued Batman, could you do it again?"
"Try Catwoman honey, they already have something going. Quit wasting my time, I don't even know who you are anyway."
"Who I represent is not important now, but...I know of a little research project that is need of some funding...a certain laboratory in the rain forests," the woman says reaching into her purse as if to show Ivy that she intends to give her money. "We have already arranged to pay your bail and have you released today if you agree to help us. We will also finance your work in full."
Ivy looks down into her book and considers the proposal, then looks back at the woman. "And all you want from me is to catch the Bat? I told you to quit wasting my time darling."
"Listen Ivy," the woman says attempting to level with her. " I know the Batman has humiliated you time and again. Once we're finished with him, we'll get rid of him. Are you really going to let ONE worthless man, who dresses in tights and underwear stand in between you and your plants, your research, your rain forests? With our help, we can rid Gotham of Batman and help give the world back to mother nature...to you."
Ivy's skeptical look slowly turns into a smile, her lips shining dimly. "I've got to say, you've got style babe. I'm in!"
"Pack your things and let's go, we don't have much time," the woman says throwing her cigarette butt at the Joker's cell as he sneers through his cell glass.
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Dressed in a trench-coat to cover her green costume, Ivy walks towards the woman's limousine and the passenger door opens to let her in. The limousine drives through the squeaking front gates of Arkham Asylum leaving behind the stench and choruses of Gotham's insane.
"I'm going to be direct with you Ivy, you'll get your money when we have what we want."
"You want Batman on a silver platter, I get it, but what for? There are so many other worthless men out there and.."
"But this one is important. To my boss. Now that you are in the car, I now have to brief you on your job."
"Job? There's more? Darling, I agreed to do only one" Ivy snaps back at the woman.
"It's nothing you haven't done before. I've read in your files that you developed a pheromone that no man, not even Batman could resist. But he seems to have countered your pheromones according to your last bout."
"Yes, he always seems to have a way to be immune to my chemicals. I've tried everything on him and the only thing that he has trouble with is my vines" Ivy says while getting comfortable.
"You haven't tried this yet," the woman holds a small vile filled with a pinkish liquid. Her polished fingernails reflect Ivy's face as she carefully grabs the vile to examine it. Ivy opens the top without hesitation,
"Careful! If that spills and gets into the air we're breathing you, me, our driv.." the woman yells trying to support Ivy's hands holding the vile.
"Me? Hahaha. You obviously don't read the reports carefully. I'm immune to almost any toxin known to man." Ivy says reassuringly.
Ivy then dips her finger into the solution and puts it into her mouth, closing her eyes as if giving oral sex. "Mmmmmmmm...you have to give me the recipe!" Ivy moans in her typical sultry tone with a flirty twinkle in her eye.
"Enough games Ivy. We've developed this solution to a point that even our top scientists can't perfect. It's worked on all of our test subjects. But our target is Batman and we need..." the woman explains.
"Not bad, but it needs a woman's touch" Ivy leans over and gently places her lips against the woman's lips. The woman's body goes limp and she falls to the limousine floor trying to hold on to anything she can reach. Her breathing speeds up and she starts to sweat, caressing her pantyhose-clad legs slowly then quickly. The woman kicks off her heels and rubs her pussy from the outside of her panties and pantyhose. Her head arched back, eyes closed, Ivy watching in delight as her own pheromones mix with the chemical.
"You see, when it comes to seduction, I am a goddess!" Ivy exclaims over the groans of pleasure from the woman. "I think I get your drift sweety, you want me to develop your love potion into something even Batman won't be able to resist." Ivy reaches down and touches the woman's lips. The woman's breathing slows and she begins to pant and speak.
"My, my, myyy bossss...needs...a sample" her breathing sounds as if she had just finished a marathon. "She needs...a...se..see..semen sample from Batman."
"Ohhhh, and you expect me to touch his hideous parts? Hahahaha!" Ivy laughs as she rests her head on her hands. "This is definitely not what I signed up for," Ivy said in a reconsidering voice.
"My boss says...(whew). . you can do whatever you want...with him when you have the sample," the woman says she as sits up, staggering from her puddle of sweat on the floor.
Ivy looks out of the limousine's tinted windows into the dark alleys of Gotham as she searches the streets. "Gotta start somewhere!"
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BOOM! The reinforced doors from Gotham Bank fly off, followed by a monstrous ball of fire. The doors crush the parked cars in front of the Bank as the embers from molten metal light up the dark street. An unmarked car speeds from around the corner and screeches to a stop in front of the Bank. A shadowy figure rushes into the car with a bag and the car speeds off turning sharply toward Gotham Harbor. The car passes an office building where Batman waits on the rooftop. He aims a pistol-like device at the car and shoots. Direct hit on the chrome bumper, a tiny tracking device. The Dark Knight re-holsters the gun and draws his grappling hook.
The car speeds towards an abandoned warehouse, dark, covered in graffiti. An empty parking lot behind the worn down fences, the car bursts through and drives into the warehouse, closing the door to cover the getaway.
One shadowy figure opens the car door and runs with a large bank bag through the dark room with broken windows and flickering lights to a corner hidden by old oil barrels and a broken down bed-frame. Batman lands on the rooftop of the warehouse, making a thundering noise that echoes through the building. The shadowy figure turns toward Batman, who has now landed in the room and is walking slowly towards the corner. He examines the car to find that on one else is in it. Another shadowy figure creeps behind him. His boots, echoing a terrifying thud with each step on the concrete floor. The shadowy figure in the corner, throws the bag at Batman, who stops when it lands in front of him. He inspects it for a moment and notices it's empty. He then looks up at the figure who is quivering with fear in the corner, it looks as as though Batman will easily subdue the significantly shorter and smaller figure.
"Nice and easy." Batman says as he closes in on the figure. Suddenly, the figure reveals her face from the shadows. "Poison Ivy?" No sooner than Batman could finish her name, a gripping sensation of electricity overcomes his body followed by a distinct buzzing sound. Vision instantaneously blurry, unable to think, recognize her face, senses gone, can't move limbs. Batman struggles and screams from behind his teeth, gritting in agony from the electrocution.
"Perfect." Ivy whispers in a seductive tone. Batman, on the cold concrete, moans as he tries to get up. He pushes his body off the floor, head hanging, moaning and panting. A sudden jar of his head to the right at the same time a bright flash, then Ivy's barefoot in front of his face as it rests back on the concrete. Her toes pointing directly at his eyes...the last vision he sees before he is unconscious.
The same shiny black pumps, walking playfully, one foot in front of the other as if on a tightrope towards Batman laying on his stomach unconscious. "Tie him up, and don't worry about your vines Ivy, we won't be needing them."
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"No shit! This is really him!" a high pitch female voice echoes through his ears. A blurry, slender figure of purple, pink, bright red, with blond hair moves in front of him, the figure's high heels clopping, echoing in a now smaller room of the warehouse. Hands, feet, can't move, tied to some kind of structure with thin material...sharp pain coming from everywhere. The girl's high heels, like gunfire with each step she takes. There is comfort in the dim single light from the ceiling, swinging as if someone intentionally is swinging it to confuse me of my surroundings. Vision getting clearer as each minute goes by...my belt missing.
"Looking for this Batman?" Ivy's voice resounds despite her soft seductive tone. Batman attempts to shake his head and clear the blurriness from his vision. His utility belt draped over her shoulder, teasing him of his tools for escape. There are two other figures in the background. The henchwoman wearing business attire, like a secretary sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded looking at her watch. A younger female with shiny purple platform high heels, pink silk stocking thigh highs, black latex thong and sequined red strapless bra. Her wavy blond hair and heavy makeup, clearly designed to catch the eye of any male onlooker, invoking a burning passion for the innermost perversions of a horny sick mind. French pedicure and blood-red fingernail polish while chewing gum to help complete the ensemble.
"What do you want Ivy?" Batman groaned in a frail, but determined voice.
"We can make this simple, easy, and quite enjoyable if you cooperate Batman. Actually, your part is the easiest if you just sit back and relax." Ivy said while looking down and Batman's belt-less waistline.
"Ivy, you're still as sick ever. Give it up now, there's still hope for you Pam.."
"Not another word!" Ivy yelled as she whipped his utility belt across his face. Batman recovers, lip bleeding from the stinging metal of his utility belt, angry and grimacing, struggling to move his limbs to free himself of the restraints holding him spread eagle on a broken bed frame, leaned against the wall. Ivy tosses his utility belt out of the window.
"Ooops! She bends over leaning out of the window, exposing her ass to Batman, not paying attention to the sexy curve of her ass as it nearly explodes from her green nylon/silk costume.
"Whata Bitch! Lil' ol' Bat-Bitch! That's what you are!" yelled the prostitute. "He doesn't even notice the fine piece of ass that Ivy's been throwin' his way all these years! You a fag or sumthin?"
"Now now, Candy. Our precious little Batman doesn't care for these sorts of things...not yet anyway." She said while smiling at Batman, who now notices that he has been shackled to the bed frame with pantyhose tied around his wrists, ankles, knees, neck, and waist. In disbelief, Batman gasps at the reality of his situation, he is unable to break free from his silky smooth restraints.
"What have you done to me?" Batman growled.
"While you were out cold, I injected you with a serum that does a shopping list of things such as make you extra sensitive to touch, sight, sound, render your whole body useless...except for..." Ivy doesn't say, rather looks down at Batman's underwear. Batman gasps as he wises up to the ultimate plot. His only chance of surviving one of Ivy's deadly kisses or escaping the sexually charged predicament rests in his utility belt which is now in the Gotham Harbor's floor.
"How rude of me Batman, I haven't introduced you to you Candy, our expert for hire. She'll be...let's say... taking care of you," Ivy said as she lightly pats Candy on her shoulder.
"I'll break you in two you evil witch! And you, little girl, shouldn't you be somewhere getting an education!" Batman retorted as he struggles to free his useless body.
"Let's see what you can do, honey." Ivy said circling her finger around Candy's tit. "Now...He's just like any man you've had before!" laughed Ivy.
"Well, it's good money...Come here big boy!" Candy seductively said as she walked towards the enslaved Batman, helpless to fend her off. He struggles with his last effort to free himself, grimacing, gritting his teeth to break the tan-colored silk stocking holdings him in place. Candy arrives in front of Batman, turns around slowly, her ass, round, bare, smooth, in front of his underwear protecting his batcock. She gently rubs her bare ass on his underwear in a circle motion, ever so careful so that he feels every inch of silky flesh pass over his tights.
"Oh, already hard are we?" Candy giggles. Ivy looks on with her hands on her hips, intrigued if Batman has succumbed to the serum. Candy grabs hard on the underwear and notices it's not a rock hard penis, but a protection cup. "We can't have REAL fun if you're wearing protection BattyBoy!" She tears a hole into his underwear and slowly pulls out the cup. Ivy smirks while the henchwoman watches, unamused. Candy looks into Batman's underwear.
"Are you kidding me? Hahahaha! Ivy, get a load of this!" She tears the hole in his underwear larger to expose Batman's cock, not aroused and quite small for a man his size. Ivy looks perplexed and begins to chuckle slightly. "THIS is what has been keeping Gotham 'safe'? You're pullin' my leg, right. This isn't really Batman, this is Bat-Bitch!" Ivy, still shocked,
"Just...do what we're paying you for! Although I must say I've just gotten more than I bargained for hahaha." Ivy said while sitting down next to the henchwoman who was now taking a picture of the volatile sex-scene that was about to take place in Gotham Harbor.
Batman, bracing himself for the luscious ruby red lips of Candy as she leaned against his body. Her cheek, moving down Batman's side, slowly in the direction of his seemingly lifeless cock. She blows on the cock to give an extra tease, but to no effect. Her hair getting messy from sliding down Batman's oversensitive body. He moans from the sensation of Candy's hands grabbing his thighs. Her lips, inches away from his less-than-satisfactory penis, blow air again, trying to get him prematurely hard...no looks up at Batman.
"Do you want me to wrap my lips around it?" Her hands massaging Batman's inner thighs. "Would you like that Batboy? Hmm?" Batman ignores the advance as he concentrates with his Ninja training to ignore the sensation of oral foreplay. He struggles to maintain focus. Candy pinches the tip of Batman's cock and holds it up while she turns her head sideways and sticks out her long tongue and touches the base of the shaft his cock. He quivers with a sudden gasp. She slowly runs her tongue up his shaft until it reaches the tip and does a few circles with the tip of her tongue. Batman resists the feelings. She then breathes deeply on his cock and then takes the tip of his penis into her mouth. Ivy begins with a her sinister laugh at the sight of Batman being dominated by a prostitute.
"You like that Batman? You want more of my lips around your cock! Dirty boy! You fucking slut! I'm gonna make you cum like no woman has!" Candy said as she wanked Batman's cock, playing with the tip of his penis with the opposite hand.
"Noo, must resist, can't give in!" Batman said as he moaned and struggled to ignore the handjob. Her mouth completely engulfing his cock now, her tongue waving and working Batman's cock. Slurping, smacking, the moans of Candy giving the blowjob of his life, echoes through the room as Batman groans to fight the urge to get hard. The henchwoman, growing impatient, looks at Ivy, who understands what must be done in order to extract Batseed.
"Okay, stop Candy. Batman isn't going to give in that easily, he's just going to need some assistance." Ivy walks over to the sexbound Batman and leans over him at eye-level. "You're just going to HAVE to cooperate Batman, we'll be finished with you soon." With the vile hidden in her glove, she takes the solution out and pours it all over Batman's cock. Then spits on it. "Okay, darling, he's all yours now. You won't get him to stop cumming! hahaha"
Batman, unable to resist the new potent solution begins panting and grimacing as his cock begins to betray him. His vision blurs and now he has lost control to resist any sexual sensation. Candy, unaffected by the potion because of Ivy's antidote, begins jacking off Batman, incorporating the potion into his cock. Immediately, Batman's cock grows to a full hard on, pulsing and precumming, but not enough for a semen sample. Batman, struggling harder and breathing heavily, tries to resist the handjob. Candy laughs.
"Aww, little Bat-bitch can actually get it up! Still not much of a cock though, loser! hahahaha." Gritting his teeth and gasping for strength, Batman nearly cums until Candy stops to tease him. "You don't cum until I say you cum asshole!" She begins working his cock again, this time the smacking noise from the lubrication of Ivy's spit, precum and her hand going up and down his full shaft, echoing louder in the room. He attempts to brace for a cumshot. She then puts her mouth around his cock and uses only her mouth to pleasure Batman. From Ivy and the Henchwoman's view, Candy's head is moving in random directions while blowing Batman. With each move of her head, Batman's head turns and arches back, the dim light highlighting his grimacing face and gritting teeth.
She begins to wank him while blowing him for extra fun. Batman's yelling and grunts get louder as he faces the ceiling of the warehouse. Candy grabs her ass and starts massaging the sweat and spit in her hands into her smooth bare flesh. Her groans vibrate Batman's balls as he tenses up for a possible cumshot. Suddenly the henchwoman's phone rings, breaking his concentration, nearly making him spray batjuice all over Candy's firm tits.
The henchwoman steps outside while Ivy yawns from the boredom of Batman and Candy's sexual encounter. The henchwoman answers the cellphone.
"How is everything coming?" a familiar female voice asks.
"Oh I think things will be CUMMING very soon." the henchwoman laughs.
"There's not much time, I need it now. Make him cum so hard that he'll never forget denying me ever again..."
"Boss?..." the henchwoman checked to see if her boss was still on the line. The muffled sound of moans and groans from Batman and Candy, mixed with the slurping and smacking sounds from her mouth on his cock could be heard in the background of the call.
"Actually, make sure that this is the LAST time Batman ever cums. He will live in humiliation as a hero, formerly a man hahahahaha." the woman laughed as she hung up.
Batman heavily panting and fighting not to cum while watching Candy slowly lick every part of his cock, not missing an inch with spit and precum, "That was the boss, it's time Candy." The henchwoman said sternly.
"Well it's about time, we've been watching this clown show for long enough...no offense Candy." Ivy said as she stood from her chair to give Candy a small glass jar.
"Non taken!" Candy said with a sweet smile. "Okay Bat-Bitch, say goodnight!"
Candy spit on Batman's cock for the last bit of lubrication. Grabs his cock and starts wanking it while holding the tip of his penis in her mouth. She twists her hand on his shaft and licks around his penis head. The slurping and smacking noises as loud as ever. Batman, now with a sustained scream from behind his teeth, trying to keep from cumming.
The henchwoman, making fists as she anticipates the cumshot.
Ivy sneering at Batman's grimacing face.
Candy looking up at Batman as he arches his neck back and forth groaning.
Her Hands rapidly jacking Batman's iron hard cock.
Her mouth slobbering and slurping his precum.
Batman, making a final effort to keep from cumming.
The adrenaline, the rush, the tenseness...Batman is about to cum.
Candy releases his throbbing cock from her mouth and lets go of his cock.
Batman violently squirming watching his cock betray him.
Candy holds the glass jar up to the tip of his skyward penis and uses one finger to point it down into the jar.
Batman yells out in agony, his whole body tenses up like he is being electrocuted again.
The first squirt of cum blasts into the jar, nearly missing it. Batman screaming under his breath.
The second squirt gushes through into the jar, painting one side nearly white. Ivy laughs a soft laugh, one of mercy and one of revenge to finally humiliate the Batman once again.
The third squirt, the largest, fills the small jar. The henchwoman looks on in approval. Batman trying to hold his cock from releasing any more cum is now in a state where he wants to have the rest of the built up cum jacked off out of his cock. But Candy, aware of every desire a man could have during a blowjob, knows how to leave the Dark Knight in agony.
The henchwoman walks up casually and takes the jar from Candy, who is leaned against Batman's pelvis, watching his rock hard cock throb, dipping cum. "Thank you" the henchwoman turns away with one arm around Ivy to walk out of the door, then suddenly calls back'
"Oh and you might find this useful!" She throws a file back to Candy showing a picture of her long lost boyfriend who had been reporting missing. Her boyfriend was actually locked away in Arkham's Turn-Around Program, by the help of the Caped Crusader. Candy's eyes grew from pleased to angry. "Batboy here locked away your beloved boyfriend and then left you all alone in Gotham to fend for yourself. Here's your money. And the Bats, he still all yours!" The henchwoman laughed as she and Ivy exited the warehouse.
"Aloha BatWOMAN!" Ivy exclaimed.
"You, you were the one who took Tim away from me!" She said while slapping him in the face. It appeared that slaps didn't quite hurt Batman they way Candy intended. She looked down at one of the only weak points a man has. But before going further, she decided to call some of her girlfriends over for some fun. The potion had not worn off because he had cum, but there is still plenty of time for ballbusting excitement left.
to be continued...
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