Hey, first submission. Obviously I don't own these characters. Hope you enjoy it! And if any sexy voiced ladies would like to do this as an audio, I would certainly love to hear that.
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Hello, Ivy. It's me, Batgirl. Barbara. Babs.
I just... needed to talk about what happened last night.
You had beaten me, soundly. I thought that was humiliation enough. But I didn't know how twisted and... evil you were.
I thought you would just take the serum and leave me, broken and defeated on the ground of the lab. But you had other plans. Your vines... so rough and... bumpy? They lifted me up by my wrists. Slowly, irresistibly. They planted my hands against the wall, and I just had to stand there. Panting. Exhausted. Then you walked up, with that broad, hip swinging walk you have when you're in control. I could see you in the corner of my eye.
"Looks like I caught myself a little Bat!" You whispered in my ear. I shuddered. I felt your hands on my hips. Then more vines. Pulling my little leather skirt up. Shredding my top. I sobbed slightly. I'd never felt so helpless.
My thong was no defense against those thin, twisting vines. All too quickly, my slit was being stroked, achingly slowly. I gritted my teeth, and promised myself I wouldn't play your sick games. But then the vines found my nipples, twisting slightly, and I gasped despite myself.
You didn't say anything, just standing behind me silently, letting your little minions torture me. It was embarrassingly quick before I moaned, resting my head against the wall. How did you know how hot I would find this? How often I'd fantasized about giving up control, having my wrists bound like this. Oh god, then more vines wrapped around my heeled boots, spreading my legs against my will. Exposing me even more. I moaned again, loudly. I heard you chuckle. My exposed pussy clenched, and I could feel it moisten slightly.
The vines on my breasts felt incredible. You clearly knew what you were doing. I had a mental flash of you practicing, pleasuring yourself with a dozen vines of different sizes and textures. I buried my chin in my chest and sobbed with pleasure and fear, a sudden blast of arousal shooting through me. I'm pretty sure I spread my legs a little more, and tilted my hips for you.
"I'm not going to let you cum." Your voice curled into my ear. I sobbed again, then choked back a moan. What kind of sick monster are you?
"Not until you beg me."
"NEVER, Ivy! NEVER!"
But we both know it's a lie. I'm so wet for you already. So achingly wet. And my nipples feel like they're going to explode under the rough texture of those circling vines. I could cum from those alone. So quickly.
"I'm going to keep you on the edge, so, so close, until your mind shatters. It will be art."
I sob, again and again. This is, somehow, what I've always wanted, in my darkest, most secret moments. You be used, dominated, to totally give up control, and give in. I just never thought it would be with a woman.
You always seem to be reading my thoughts, because that's when I feel something strange pressed against my ass. Something hard, and long.
"Did you know I can grow a cock, Batgirl? Oh yes, it's quiet useful for fucking little sluts like yourself. Quite useful."
I moan, and blink furiously, my mascara running. I rest my head against the wall and breath deeply. You slipped the wooden cock between my thighs. It feels like polished teak. It feels way too large.
"Are you ready to beg for me, like a good little whore?"
I know exactly what you want. I can feel the words forming in my mouth, aching to be let out. I want to tell you that I'm a slut, a wet, desperate slut that you should fuck, roughly, until I pass out. And then fuck me some more, so that I wake up cumming. But I can't let myself do that. Once I give in, there'll be no going back. And I've never let myself give in to this side of myself. Never.
"Fuck off, Ivy. I'll never - ah! - give in to you". You punish - or reward? - my defiance with a palm slapping against my ass. Oh god, it's like you know all my secret fantasies.
You slap me again, on the other cheek. "Such a plump rear, Batgirl. I would never have guessed. I guess that suit is quite slimming. Too bad I'm going to have to turn it a bright pink." You chuckle, and slap me again, and I'm gasping in hard, ragged breaths. I barely realize that your vines have slowed to a halt. My tight, aching nipples are being pulled forward slightly, making my breasts point forward like twin torpedoes. And that vine at my slit has curled itself around my still hooded clit, capturing it lightly. I can feel your cock resting against my slit. My dripping wet slit.
"Ready to beg, Batgirl?"
"Please Ivy, please don't do this to me. I'm begging you to stop, do you understand? I'm begging you to stop -"
SLAP, I can feel my ass jiggle as you spanks me, over and over. I'm moaning loadly now, and bucking my hips against your ridiculously hard cock, trying desperately to get you inside me, to fuck me, to let me cum. I can't take this anymore, I just can't.
"Oh god, please, what do you want me to say? Please, just tell me!"
"Tell me what a slut you are. How you need my cock to fill you up. Admit that you need me to make you cum."
