Author's Notes: Based on Batman The Animated Series, Barbara and Ivy have some fun.
Barbara felt the vines wrap around her arms and lift her off the ground, dangling her helplessly. Poison Ivy tugged of her utility belt and tossed it away. "You shouldn't have come after me alone..." she whispered. Barbara was breathing heavily as her eyes wondered over the tight green costume of Poison Ivy, and taking in her perfect unbroken skin. "No man..." Ivy whispered, "or woman, can resist me..." Ivy pulled off her sharp green gloves, and reached out, cupping Batgirl's cheek with her warm hands, then pulling her into a kiss.
Barbara tried to resist but found that when Ivy broke off the kiss, her entire being simply longed for more. "It's very hot in here," Ivy commented, glancing around at the greenhouse they were in, and standing so close to Batgirl that she could feel the sidekick breathing. Ivy's green costume landed in a heap at her feet. "That's better," she whispered, now revealed in her red lingerie. Barbara gulped.
"You look a little hot under the collar as well," Ivy teased, "Do you want to take something off as well?" Batgirl tried to stop herself but instead found herself nodding. The vines retracted and Barbara landed on her feet once again. She told her body to get ready to fight but instead found herself stripping to her underwear. This is when it finally sunk in to Barbara, she couldn't resist, and more importantly, none of her wanted to.
She kept the mask on, but the rest of the grey costume was discarded enthusiastically revealing a black sports bra and panties. Ivy licked her lips. Barbara could smell the aroma of plant-life on Ivy's body and in her long flowing hair that was the same shade of orange as Barbara's. "You still look hot," Ivy commented, "In both senses of the word." She unclipped Batgirl's bra.
Ivy's controlling hands landed on Batgirl's firm breasts. She smiled as she played with them. She would squeeze them gently, then lightly tweak the nipples before stroking the breasts then repeating the process. Each time she managed to evoke a high wail of satisfaction for the budding super heroine.
Batgirl pushed Ivy away and the villain fell onto the ground. She looked shocked but it quickly changed back to a grin when Batgirl straddled her. The feisty redheaded crime-fighter ripped off Poison Ivy's bra and slid off her knickers. Ivy became lost in a haze of sweat and moans as Batgirl fingered her. Her young fingers pumped in and out of Ivy's nude pussy. Batgirl was still very much in Ivy's power but she was taking the initiative nonetheless.
Ivy allowed Batgirl to feel the power for only a few moments before she caught Barbara's hand and lifted it up. Ivy's hand slid into Barbara's knickers and rubbed at her clit softly but forcefully. Batgirl collapsed backwards and Ivy pulled herself on top. Ivy pinched the sides of Batgirl's underwear and yanked them off. Barbara felt Ivy's perfect lips on her vagina.
Her red tongue darted across Batgirl's pussy, licking and rubbing. Barbara would have reached out and groped Ivy but the vines were back, pinning her down to the ground while Ivy worked. The vines didn't stop her throat letting out moans and groans and wails though. Each one brought a bigger smirk to Ivy's mischievous face. Her soft teasing hands rubbed lightly at Batgirl's inner thighs, increasing the waves of pleasure soaring through Barbara's body.
What came next, was a lot of writhing. The vines retracted, and both girls went at each other with renewed vigour. Ivy's hands were all over Barbara's young body. They were travelling over her arms and legs, lightly slapping her ass, rubbing her shoulders, getting tangled in her ginger hair, roughly groping her firm boobs, or fingering her tight pussy. All Barbara could do was writhe.
Her youthful form was putty in Poison Ivy's hands, but Batgirl's hands were having some fun too. A tug on Ivy's crimson hair here, and a tug on her bouncy tits there, with the occasional squeeze of her ass was enough to keep Batgirl happy.
Their sweat-covered bodies rubbed on and pressed close against each other's, as they rolled around on the floor making sweet love. They both experienced several orgasms but it wasn't until Ivy's third and Barbara's fourth that the eruptions coincided concluding their sex.
"Well that was fun," Ivy commented, sitting up. "Now then Batgirl, my little love slave, Ivy needs a foot massage" she declared. "No," Batgirl responded, rope winding itself around Ivy's wrists tying her up for the police. Now all that was left was for Barbara to get her clothes on, leave an anonymous tip for the police to Ivy's location. She wasn't sure at what point Ivy's control over her had broken but she was pretty sure it was before they'd finished making love. Despite the bat-rope binding her hands together, Poison Ivy smiled...