Steampunk Batgirl: Entangled 08

Batgirl awoke with a sleepy groan and opened her heavy eyelids. Her head was pounding from the ether and she could still smell faint traces of the anesthetic coming from the folded cloth tied over her nose and mouth. Her first thought was to wonder why the room was upside down. She blinked slowly several times to adjust her eyes to the light and came to the realization that she was laying across one of the petals of the giant purple flower, her legs dangling over one end and her head from the other. She tried to lift herself up but she was still too weak, and as her legs rubbed together she felt an incredible stirring of sexual need. "Pheromones," she thought. "Oh God they're really working."

She tried again to get up, this time attempting to use her hands to help lift her upper body, but her hands were bound behind her in a 'u'-shape by several of Ivy's very thick, strong vines. A wrist was bound to each elbow and more tendrils bound her arms together. Still more held her arms to her body, coiling around her upper arms and wrapping over and under her breasts. Her exertions caused her to breathe harder, and she took in more of what little was left of the ether. It was still enough to keep her weak and dazed, and she moaned as her heavy head lolled from side to side. She longed to touch herself; to tear her leather bodysuit off and toss away her gloves and run her hands over her creamy, soft skin, to slip them between her thighs and give herself the relief she so desperately craved.

"It's driving you mad, isn't it, Batgirl?" she heard Ivy taunt cheerily. "I love watching you rub your thighs together. You must be about to positively explode!"

Batgirl made another effort and managed to swing her head up and get a look at Ivy, who was laying comfortably in the petal next to her. She was able to hold her gaze for a moment before her head once again fell heavily downward and dangled, slowly swinging back and forth like a pendulum as she huffed and mewled softly.

Ivy winked and produced a Cheshire-cat grin for Batgirl as the heroine lifted her head. "Don't worry, my dear, your new Mistress is going to take very good care of your pressing needs," she said, hopping off the flower and walking around beside Batgirl. She deftly began unhooking the clasps on the heroine's leather bustier until they were all undone, then pulled it open, revealing the grey satin bodysuit beneath.

"Mmmmm, lovely," Ivy cooed as she ran her hands up and down Batgirl's ribs, over her tummy, then back up her sides. She grabbed the dazed damsel's breasts and gave them a firm kneading, once again taking pleasure in the sight of the heroine's large nipples hardening and tenting the grey satin. Ivy then stopped her teasing of the helpless girl and began working the black leather suit off of her, which she accomplished after a minor struggle.

She ran her hand over the crotch of the grey satin bodysuit and found it to be damp with Batgirl's honey. The heroine trembled at Ivy's touch and moaned softly into the ether pad, which Ivy quickly walked around and removed. Batgirl's hazy blue eyes followed the swaying of Ivy's hips as she walked back around to the other side of the flower. Batgirl was happy to be rid of the nauseating ether scent, but all she could think was how painfully long it was taking Ivy to get back around to the other side of the flower. Her need to be touched was almost painful.

Ivy quickly unlaced the bottom of Batgirl's satin bodysuit and pulled the wet satin away, then found the waistband of Batgirl's sopping fishnets, curled her fingers around it, and pulled them down around the heroine's knees.

"Ivy please...." Batgirl moaned as Ivy slid her hands inside her helpless captive's thighs and splayed her legs wider.

"Please what?" Ivy asked, surveying Batgirl's exposed womanhood and finding her soft pink folds swollen and damp, her tiny pearl hard and exposed. "You know, darling, I'm a bit of an expert on flora and you have the loveliest pink flower I've ever seen," Ivy said, licking her fingers and gently brushing them up Batgirl's slit from the crack of her bum to her sensitive button, which Ivy then teased and toyed with for several moments.

"O...ohhh...." Batgirl sighed, shifting her hips and tugging at the ropes binding her arms. "I...Ivy please d...don't do this!" she half-whispered, her voice husky and suffused with need. It was pro forma and both she and Ivy knew it. The last thing she wanted was for Ivy to cease.

Ivy simply laughed and continued rubbing her fingers over Batgirl's sensitive pearl, occasionally flattening her hand and cupping and gently rubbing Batgirl's entire pussy or slowly working a fingertip between the engorged nether lips and threatening to piston it deep inside only to withdraw it. But her main focus was on Batgirl's clit, and thanks to her pheromones and her expert touch she quickly pushed Batgirl towards an orgasm that left her gasping and writhing on the soft purple flower.

"You didn't really want me to stop at all, did you, Batgirl?" Ivy teased as she adjusted her position slightly. She quickly rolled her gloves down and pulled them off. "Now let's see if we can't give you another, darling," she giggled. "I want a taste of bat nectar."

The heroine whimpered. She was just starting to settle into her afterglow when she felt a curled finger force its way inside her impossibly tight passage and then straighten out, thrusting deep and slow and twirling in widening concentric circles. "Oh g..guh...god!" she cried as she felt Ivy's lips envelope her clitty and the villainess's hot breath breeze across it. Burning, molten surges of pleasure began to flow through Batgirl's entire body as Ivy's soft, warm, wet tongue began to alternately smother, grind, lash, and caress her pearl; the finger cossetted by her wet velvet walls soon being joined by another.

The heroine was bucking herself against Ivy's impaling fingers and twirling tongue when she felt a wet finger sliding up and down her crack until it was applying just the slightest pressure on her tiny star. At that moment Ivy tenderly drew Batgirl's clitty into her mouth and began to gently suckle it. Batgirl emitted a panting squeal, her body feeling as if it was turning inside out. She went flush with humiliation at the thought that her ass might be penetrated and clenched her cheeks together.

It was all too much for her to bear. There was a sudden scream and Batgirl curled her toes inside her boots, her hands wrapping around the tendrils binding her arms. The climax overtook her quickly. She felt as if she were trapped in a flood, the waters catching her, overwhelming her, dragging her under the rushing, bubbling pool of ecstasy, drowning her with rapture as she gyrated out of control.

She could hear Ivy moaning encouragement, partly mocking her, partly consoling her, partly praising her, the fingers squishing in and out of her for a few more seconds before being pulled out and replaced by Ivy's tongue lapping at her flow, the hands now pulling her legs hard apart as the villainess's head was completely nestled between Batgirl's trembling thighs.

The almost unbearable surge of pleasure seemed to last forever but it was probably only half a minute later that she felt herself sinking into the soft flower, her head and legs dangling limply once again.

She hadn't heard Ivy leave and was surprised when she was yanked from her blissful afterglow by Ivy's hand in her hair, jerking her head up. Her yelp of pain was smothered by another wet, anesthetic-drenched cloth, but this time it smelled different, and it was a sickly-sweet smell she was very familiar with: chloroform. It was a more dangerous chemical in a number of ways but it was also much stronger and faster-acting, and she already felt her consciousness beginning to slip away again. She whimpered and struggled sluggishly, more from an instinctual need to breathe untainted air than from any notions that she might actually escape, and as she did so the vines began to loosen from her arms and slither away. It didn't matter, she was past being able to lift them when a few seconds later Ivy pulled the soporific pad away and let her breathe clean air once again.

"Now let's get you undressed and get on to the *real* fun, shall we, Batgirl?" Ivy grinned.

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Dear reader! I would like to know what you think about this part of the story. Is it too graphic? Not graphic enough? Just right? Believe it or not, this is actually just the warmup for the really naughty part of the story. I've been doing a bit more erotica lately and I'd like to find the right balance for it. Notes and comments (and of course, constructive criticisms) are very much appreciated.