Note: THE FINAL ADDITION TO THE SEXIEST BATGIRL FICS SERIES. IT ALL ENDS HERE ! P.S. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE PREQUELS , BATGIRL : ARKHAM ASYLUM & BATGIRL : ARKHAM CITY , I RECOMMEND TO READ THOSE. (THIS ISN'T THE ENTIRE STORY , BUT TAKES ON VARIOUS MOMENTS IN THE GAME)
Chapter 1 - Waiting is the Hardest Part
The chair had begun to hurt, she had been seated so long. Her shoulders ached from lack of movement. Poison Ivy, once known as Pamela Isley, was locked into the chair ever since she had refused Scarecrow's offer.
She had been kept for days, until Dr. Crane's plan was ready to be put in motion. She was fed and granted sunlight, enough to keep her healthy, but not enough to make her strong. It was enough to keep the flowers in her hair alive, but not much else. The only thing she was denied was a baser need.
Many would think that going a few days without sex was not only survivable, but in some cases arguably normal. However due to Ivy's plant biology, she needed to 'seed.' Plants were constantly mating to create more, Ivy was no different. In her though, this resulted in a ridiculous and painful sex drive.
She looked up at her guard. They put one inside the room with her but left six outside in case Ivy got clever. However she wasn't going to be too subtle with her needs.
"You," Poison Ivy said, the guard had his back to her, but turned to see her sitting with her legs crossed.
"What do you want?" the goon said, putting on a tough guy act.
"Do you have a big cock?" Ivy asked, putting on a slight smile.
"What?" the goon said, shocked.
"Let me see," Ivy said, "I want to see what your cock looks like."
The goon looked at his coworkers, they had heard Ivy and were watching to see how she reacted. One with an assault rifle shouted, "go on and show her, what are you, a fag?"
"What if she is planning something?" the goon said, his hands were on his belt as he thought about it.
"Don't worry about it, Ivy is a total slut," said one of the soldiers, "a guy I served with did time in Arkham City, spent the whole time as Ivy's little cabana boy. She digs the dick."
The goon looked at Ivy, the redhead wiggled her eyebrows amusingly.
Finally the soldier relented and began unbuckling his belt. Ivy was pleased with what she saw. She was a bit perplexed when all he did was show it to her, about three-quarters erect.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?" Ivy said, "get over here and fuck my mouth."
The guard took one last look at his fellow soldiers before turning his back to them and began facing Ivy's chair.
The green-skinned woman adjusted herself in her seat. The guard only needed a few seconds to get his cock out and into Ivy's mouth. The redhead wrapped her lips around the head and began to suck. She leaned forward in her chair, sliding the cock deeper into her mouth before pulling back.
Ivy pulled it out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the length of the soldier's cock, she started from the base and worked her way to the tip swirling her pink tongue around the helmet before taking it back into her mouth.
Her eyes looked up at the guard contently as she took the cock into her throat. The man put both hands on the back of her head, grabbing it hard.
Ivy suddenly pulled out, a burst of saliva exiting her lips as she shouted "don't kill my flowers!"
The guard looked at where his hands were, to ensure that the flowers in Ivy's hair were not going to be crushed then decided that the bound slut had made enough demands and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth. Ivy gagged and closed her eyes tight as the man began to fuck her throat aggressively.
He grunted with exertion as he forced his dick into her in quick thrusts. Ivy's soft lips rubbed against his shaft as her tongue lathered it with saliva. Her throat felt good on his helmet as he forced it down her throat.
The soldier pushed his cock deep, until Ivy's lips were completely down to the base of his cock. He watched as her eyes watered from gagging on his prick and her cheeks took on a shade of red from lack of oxygen.
Finally he pulled out and listened to Ivy gasp, he whacked his saliva-covered prick against her face as he tore open her shirt to expose her large, perky breasts. He groped them with both hands, pinching the nipples.
Ivy squealed as the man grabbed her breasts, then on her own accord, she wrapped her lips around his cock again muffling her cries. The cock jammed into her cheek, bulging out of it until the guard returned to fucking her throat.
"If you suck my cock good enough, maybe I'll fuck you after," the guard said, with his cock wedged all the way down Ivy's throat, she couldn't answer but she was able to nod her head while looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.
Ivy felt the cock throbbing in her throat, the blood pumping fast as she heard her own heart beat in her ears. The guard patted Ivy on the cheek, increasing until he was full on slapping her face with her throat plugged.
The former botanist wondered if the sadistic soldier was going to ever release her until she passed out from lack of oxygen. Finally the guard pulled on her hair, yanking her mouth off of his prick. Ivy gasped and coughed, saliva dripping heavily from her chin. As soon as her face would allow it, she looked up at the guard and smiled.
"Is that the best you got?" Ivy asked, flicking the end of the man's cock with her tongue. Her snide remark was either rewarded or punished based on your definition by having the guard jam his prick back down her throat.
Ivy's lips wrapped around the dick as he began pumping his hips hard and fast.
"So who's got next Ivy-duty?" asked one of the guards on the other side of the glass as they watched their co-worker rapidly thrusting his hips forward and hearing the sounds Poison Ivy gagging on his cock repeatedly and constant slurping and sucking over the speakers.
Sweat permeated her skin as Ivy jacked off the man with her throat, feeling his balls whacking against her chin so hard she thought she might develop a bruise.
"Is the little flower ready to be watered?" the guard asked pulling his cock out of the woman's mouth, Ivy opened her mouth wide and received a healthy load on her extended tongue.
Ivy gulped it down eagerly and let out an "AHHHH!" once she swallowed. The green-skinned woman licked her lips and smiled.
"That hit the spot," Ivy cooed, "but… what about me?"
The guard watched as Ivy spread her legs, her leaf print panties barely concealing her nether regions.
"I'm spent, sweetheart," the guard said, "but maybe the next guy will think you did a good enough job to deserve it."
Days went by with Poison Ivy servicing the guards one at a time, the one thing they had in common was that they had no better way to spend their time waiting until Scarecrow set his big plan into motion. Ivy enjoyed it, even if they kept her going too long after she was exhausted, but in another way it was the only exercise she got tied to the chair.
Eventually they found some ropes in the safe house and positioned Ivy's legs up in the air. The ropes wrapped around her ankles and hooked onto the back of the chair ensuring there was no way her legs would drop while also ensuring she couldn't pull some sort of tricky move to escape.
That being said, over the several days of her every waking hour being spent sucking and fucking, Ivy had not actually thought about escape more than once.
At the current moment, one of the guards had just entered the room. This time he didn't bother with making her earn the fuck with a blowjob, he just dropped his pants and put it in. Ivy moaned and leaned her head back as the smacking sound of skin against skin filled the small room.
Ivy's tits bounced as her ass rested on the uncomfortable chair, her legs kicked involuntarily with each thrust of the man's hips. Her tight pussy gripped his rod as Ivy's mouth hung open. He wasn't the first one to fuck her that day, but she couldn't remember how many she had.
She didn't recognize this guard, then again all their faces blurred together so who knows which guard was which.
The soldier drove hard, spearing his cock into her tight pussy with power as he groped her tits with one hand and pulled her red hair with the other. Ivy's only concern at this point was keeping the flowers in hair alive.
"GAH!" Ivy cried out, "fuck me harder!"
The guard listened, leaning in and thrusting with as much leverage as he could muster. His teeth were grit and his breathing was heavy as he plowed her with relentless aggression.
"OH!" Ivy cried, "FUCK!"
The guard leaned in and wrapped his lips around her left tit, sucking on it as he continued fucking.
Ivy only wished her hands were free, she desperately wanted to rub her clit so she could cum faster, but slowly but surely she would arrive. She bit her lip hard and closed her eyes, only so that a few seconds later she threw her head back as she squealed up at the ceiling.
The guard grunted and growled, the smacking of his hips against Poison Ivy's ass growing louder and faster until he buried his cock deep in her cunt and shot a load directly inside her. Ivy groaned, her eyes rolled back, still reeling from her orgasm.
"ENOUGH!" shouted a voice through the speakers. The guard stopped cold, he looked up to see Scarecrow on the large screen behind Ivy.
"Sorry, sir," the guard said, pulling his cock out of Ivy's pussy and hitching up his pants.
"I don't know how long this horrid display has been going on, but it stops now. The Bat is on her way."
"She's coming?" the guard asked.
"Yes, and please cover the woman up before she arrives, I don't want us to look… unprofessional," Scarecrow said, menace in every word.
The guard quickly untied Ivy's feet and discarded the ropes. He found her panties and slid them back up her legs, cum stained the inside as it exited her cunt. There was only one remaining button on her silk, crimson jacket but it was enough to cover her breasts.
"Is the fun time over?" Ivy asked, looking over her shoulder at the Scarecrow's screen.
"No, my dear," Scarecrow growled, "the fun is just beginning."
No one else heard it, but Ivy was alerted by the telltale sound of Batgirl's grappling hook.
Ivy wondered what the guards would do to her if the Bat lost, and what she could do to her if the girl won.