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Down on the
Bayou
by Max Hass
copyright Oct.
2004
Barbara Gordon had been
changed forever in her last outing as Batgirl.
Her defeat at the hands
of Bane left her in a state she had never experienced
as profoundly as she could
recall. Growing up, she had never really felt
anything so life changing
other than the death of her mother. She didn't like
things that were outside
of her ability to change.
In the days after Bane
and his partners had raped Batgirl, their fortunes changed. Batman and Robin
captured two of the women who had been robbing
stores in the city. In
turn, they gave up their boss to escape what Batman
could have done to them.
It took the dynamic duo a week to find Bane and trap
him with enough evidence
to tie him to the crime wave his partners were
executing on his
behalf.
That left the people behind
the cameras. While they found some video
equipment in Bane's hideout,
no sign of the larger plot against Batgirl was
discovered. There was no
lingering evidence that the crime fighers could make
use of. Bane would not
talk. His partners knew next to nothing that Batman
could make use of. This
crime was a dead end.
But crime took no time
off. Batman and Robin turned once again to the new crime spree that held
Gotham in fear. And, despite everything that had
happened,
Batgirl was needed once
again.
A few weeks had passed
after Bane's capture when news of a series of
crimes outside of the city
attracted Batman's split attention. He contacted
Batgirl to give her the
details. Had this been anything more dangerous,
he would never had put
her in harm's way. But he felt that this would
be good for her self
esteem.
Barbara had been working
out in an attempt to strengthen the muscles of her hips. She was tired of
the inner knowldge that her sex had been ravaged and
streached by that animal.
She was just now beginning to feel like her old self
when the communicator Batman
used to contact her began to pulse in her
utility belt. She was split
between two sensations when she heard Batman tell
her the details of the
new activities she would face alone.
Batgirl found herself on
her Batcycle that evening, heading out of the city for the farmlands
that fed Gotham and the other cities of the state. It seemed that
something had begun to terrorize all the farmers of a county in a low land
along one of the last nature preserves in the state. This was not the
kind of ecco-terrorist nut case sabotage that one read of in the
newspapers.
This was far more sinister.
People were being kidnapped. Machinery was being ruined in the
blink of an eye, and local law enforcement was helpless to
intervene in the large number of crimes. It was up to Batgirl
to find the person or persons responsible for this wave of terror and to
stop it.
Her mind was now split
in ways she had never had to contemplate. It was bad
enough that she had to
manage two seperate lives as Barbara and Batgirl.
Now she had to manage her
situation as a masked woman who was dealing with
her sexuality being ravaged
at every turn. Her safety was now in doubt. The
confrontation with the
Japanese girl who worked for Bane had ended any
doubt or ambiguity in her
mind.
But her duty as a crime
fighter still held her mind in check. She would do
whatever it took to bring
down the forces that were threatening the
community she valued. Despite
the number of concussions she had suffered,
no matter the degree of
the outrageous sexual acts performed on her body,
no matter the amount of
pain she endured, she would meet the challenge and
overcome the criminals
who inflicted it upon her.
The hours went by, and
Batgirl found herself at the gates of a Federal park
where Batman had narrowed
her search to. There were only a handful of
criminals who would make
use of such a place for a hideout. The two specific individuals both had
reasons to strike out against farming and civilization in
general. And neither of
these two parties would lose much sleep over the damage they did in the
process.
Parking her bike off the
road, she leaped the low chain gate and made her way
towards the office. It
was dark. She saw no signs of human activity. No
trucks or cars were sitting
around. The full moon had just rose over the horizion and the landscape of
trees and shrubs were clear enough to the
naked eye. Checking her
utility belt, Batgirl made for the trail marker at the
edge of the parking
lot.
Moonlight played across
the landscape in front of Batgirl. She could see her own shadow
cast by the light from behind her. Keeping to the well marked
trail for the first part of her recon of the park, she noticed
the various plants and trees around her. The sandy soil gave up
a slight crunch as she walked along, almost as if she were walking
along a beach.
"This could have been a
bit romantic under other circumstances" thought Batgirl to herself.
Her life had been turned upside down by everything that had happened
over the past year. But she still had her dreams. She still had hopes for
a meaningful relationship someday.
Fifteen minutes had passed
as Batgirl walked around the trail. She had moved
into a grove of trees along
the bank of a stream. As she walked and thought
about her life, she finally
heard something that brought her back to the
moment. It was the sound
of a second set of footfalls nearby to her.
She came to a stop slowly
and scanned the direction she heard the other
person walking in. At first,
she saw motion between the trees but could not
make out the form. The
noise from the footsteps were much louder than her own, implying that this
was a large and somewhat careless person. Batgirl
continued to watch as the
person finally crossed into a clear space between
the cluster of trees that
blocked her view.
It was Killer Kroc. Batgirl's
mind snapped back into combat mode and her hand automaticly reached for a
batarang from her utility belt. With the weapon
firmly in her hand, she
waited for him to move further along the stream to a
place where she could drop
him with the least amount of reisistance.
There was little doubt
in her mind that Killer Kroc was not somehow involved in this current series
of crimes against the local farmers. "Someone here must
have given him reason to
strike out against them" she pondered as she waited
for her chance to capture
him. Checking her inventory of restraining clamps, she considered
what to do once she had him.
Batgirl slowly followed
a parallel path to Killer Kroc as he made his way along
the bank of the stream.
It was not difficult to track his movements. He made little effort
to conceal his actions. As he moved forward, he reached the edge
of the managed part of the park and moved deeper into the brush
along the stream. Thankfully, the line of trees that had seperated
the two continued for some distance and the side of the break
that Batgirl was on had few if any obsticles to prevent her from following
him quietly.
A half hour more passed
as Batgirl continued to pursue her prey. Killer Kroc plodded along at his
own pace, heading for some destination that she could only guess
about. She paused to check a digital map of the area, trying to
figure out where he might be going. "There's nothing ahead that
would be a threat to his safety" she concluded, seeing no farms
or other private property along the river. "Maybe he's going back
to his hideout" she mused
to
herself.
She could see his form
moving through the trees from time to time. He had grown since
the last time they had fought, or the last time Batman had fought
him while she took care of his dirty work on the sideline. This time
would be far different than that last encounter. This time, Batgirl
would be the victor and Kroc would be delievered to the local
sheriff's office by morning.
They had left the boundries
of the park far behind now. The riverbank path
was becoming narrow and
the path that Batgirl had trailed Kroc on began
to narrow. Her risk of
making too much noise compelled her to drop back,
then find a break where
she could move onto his trail along the water. She
gave him a few minutes
to move ahead of her so he would not see or hear
her.
Finding his big footprints
in the sand, Batgirl continued to trail Kroc along
the water. She could make
out his shape further along the bank. Trying
to stay quiet, she didn't
make as good a time as the lumbering monster
ahead of her. But his trail
was like a highway. Unless she gave up and went
home, she would find him
in no time.
Finally, Batgirl could
see that Killer Kroc had come to a halt a hundred yards
or so ahead of her. Taking
her low light glasses, she strained to see the details of what
he was doing. He seemed to be looking at a natural mound that some animal
had made along the shore. Perhaps he was looking for
something exotic to eat?
Batgirl put the glasses
back in her utility belt and slowly closed the gap
between him and her. As
she got closer, Batgirl began to finger the release of
a batarang and the heavest
line she had to ensnare this genetic mistake and secure him for
the long ride to jail. There was no doubt that he was the
source of the local's problems.
His demeaner was not one of charity to
strangers. She would end
his reign of terror in this community.
Now Batgirl had closed
the gap to within yards of where Kroc had stopped.
She knelt down, watching
his every move and waited for his large
frame to stand, insuring
her of a clear shot with her cable. While she
focused on him, a set of
small eyes had found her kneeling form feet
from where this new threat
lay.
There were dozens of small
noises along the shore. Insects and birds
were active. Rabbits and
other small animals passed to the shore for
water. Batgirl had heard
every sound and had tuned out the minor ones,
listening instead for the
loud sounds of the criminal she was after. This
was her biggest
mistake.
In a flash of blind action,
a large snake lunged at Batgirl's kneeling form. Unprepared for such an attack,
she rolled and tried to evade the swift
moving form that now entangled
her upper body like heavy rope. Her weapon now lay useless at her side. Worst
of all, she could see that Kroc
had heard the noise and
turned to see what was going on.
Desperate to try and keep
control of the fight, she rolled against the
efforts of the large snake.
In the dark, she was unable to tell exactly
what she was dealing with,
but she had a plan. When the snake slowed
his coiling, she plunged
her right hand down between the gap between the coils and removed
a syringe from her utility belt. Just as the snake began to constrict her
now ensnared body, she pushed the spring
loaded needle into the
body behind the head. Thankfully, this was not
the type of snake that
bit to attack.
Now that Batgirl had injected
the animal with a drug that would knock
it out without killing
it, she turned her attention to Kroc, who just stood
watching what was going
on. Before long, the muscles in the body of the
snake began to unwind.
To her surprise, the snake began to roll into the water, pulling
the still partially trapped body of Batgirl along with
it.
Despite the fact that the
snake was slowly releasing her, Batgirl struggled
to free herself as fast
as she could. Her batarang lay out of reach feet
from where she had dropped
it. Considering more drastic measures to
deal with both the drugged
snake and the criminal waiting on the shore
for the outcome of this
battle, Batgirl missed the second that her body
was pulled into the water.
At this point, only a pair of coils still clutched
at her waste, blocking
her hands from easy access to her belt.
The cold of the water shocked
Batgirl's nerves to action. In moments, she
would be underwater and
at the mercy of an unconcious reptile and at
risk for a very concious
and sadistic criminal mutant waiting on the shore.
Pulling a syringe from
her utility belt before she was unable to reach it, she jammed it into the
snake's body below the head. She hoped that the
drug would make the snake
relax. Instead, the coils became violent, thrashing
her body in the process.
After many uncertain seconds of this convulsion,
the snake finally let her
body slip loose.
In her near panic to try
and put as much distance between the snake and her,
Batgirl found her feet
and drug herself from the deeper section of the river.
Staggering back onto the
shore, she looked for signs that Killer Croc was watching. For reasons Batgirl
could not fathom at that moment, Croc had moved
on.
"Guess that he thought
this snake would do his dirty work for him" she thought to herself. Making
sure that Croc was nowhere to be seen, she finally moved
to where
he had been standing when this had begun. There was a pile of sticks
and
branches, similar to a
beaver mound. It was some kind of an animal nest, but one
that she had never seen
before.
Poking at it with the toe
of her boot, Batgirl tried to stir it for signs of life. "Maybe there
are eggs buried under all this" she concluded. Not wanting to leave something
this dangerous unguarded, she began to climb the artificial mound to
see exactly what was in it.
Scrambling through the
loose construction, Batgirl got halfway up the pile of dead branches and
twigs. Kneeling to dig into the mound, she was barely
able to
balance on her knees. Pausing to listen for any signs of Croc returning,
Batgirl carefully pulled a large section of the nest apart to examine the
interior.
As she reached for her
utility belt for a flashlight to view the inside of
the 'nest', she felt something
lock onto her right ankle. Taking the flashlight,
she turned it to find that
there was a smaller snake that had just drove it's fangs into her leg. She
could feel the impact of the powerful jaws and the burning in
her limb where the punctures had occurred.
Desperate to treat this
snakebite, she reached for the drug kit that Batman had created for
such emergencies. However, to her shock, as she reached for her
belt with
her free hand, another snake had appeared from inside the mound and
proceeded
to lock its jaws on her
forearm. Unable to hold the flashlight as she tried to deal with
the second snake, she dropped it and tried to find something in
her belt
that would help her repel this threat.
While she struggled with
the jaw that had locked onto her arm, Batgirl noticed
an increase in the burning
she felt when the first snake had bitten her. That
sensation moved from a
localized burn to the rest of her body as the venom
spread through her blood.
The snake released its grasp on her once it had driven
its fangs into her flesh
and left her with another dose of venom.
The burning sensation began
to affect her mind, clouding her judgment. Trying to
reach the pouch that contained
the syringe with the medicine Batman had given
her became almost impossible
now. Then she heard steps. Loud steps, close by. Unable to do more than turn,
she saw what she had feared when the noise began.
Croc had come for her.
The last thing she recalled was a blur that caught the
side of her head, dropping
her back to the sandy soil from where she had climbed
the snake nest
mound.
Batgirl had no sense of
time as she came to later. Only the painful burning that
had begun when she first
encountered the snakes. She looked around to find that
she was now being held
in a run down building, looking something like an abandoned farm house. The
room was small, with tattered wall paper and paint
that had seen much better
days.
She had been seated on
the floor, her arms suspended by a 4X4 beam secured
behind her back. Her feet
had been chained to loops drilled into the wood floor.
The legs were spread widely
and pulled out in front of her. A pillow had been placed under her
hips.
Using what limited movement
she had in her neck, Batgirl looked herself over as
much as she could. She
could see and feel that her wet uniform and belt had been
left on her body. The damp,
cool sensation of her cowl and mask were about the only relief from the sensation
the venom had caused in her body.
"I see our latest guest
is up. Welcome to our humble lair, Batgirl." She recognized the sound of
that voice with the first letter. It was Doctor Pamela
Isley, better known now
as Poison Ivy. This was not a good sign. Poison Ivy was among the most sadistic
criminals she had encountered.
Poison Ivy examined the
puncture wounds where the snakes had bitten Batgirl. "I
see that you've had an
encounter with some of my newest experiments out along
the creek. I've decided
to expand my horizon with my new 'partner', Killer Croc." Almost as if by
cue, Croc entered the room holding one of the snakes that
had pumped venom into
Batgirl.
"Ah, you remember this
snake, do you? It is like no other variety you've seen
before. One of my last
genetic research projects gave me insight into the use of
venom as a tool for treating
various medical conditions such as the ones I
suffer from due to my
mutations. Thankfully, snakes breed fairly fast and have
allowed my research to
bear a great deal of fruit."
Croc took the snake and
left the room as Poison Ivy continued to talk to Batgirl. Batgirl, on the
other hand, was unable to do much but sit and listen.
The fever had all but paralyzed
her voluntary motor skills now. All she could do was sit and try to absorb
what all she could as her mind burned with the venom
at
work.
"I'll wager that your head
is on fire right now. That's a common reaction to the
amount of venom that you
obtained from the snakes that bit you. The bad news is
that you'll be dead in
a few hours unless you receive treatment." Holding up the various syringes
that Batgirl had been carrying in her utility belt, she
continued, "I've gone through
your belt to check for anything that you might
have used on yourself.
I assure you that none of these compounds would do much
beyond prolong your
demise."
Batgirl was unable to do
much of anything beside experience the pain and fever that her tormenters
had subjected her to. "I have a proposition for you,
detective. I'm sure you
came here looking for the locals I've kidnapped over the past week. As you
may have guessed, I needed test subjects for my work.
However,
none of the men I'm holding
here proved worth the effort. I needed a woman to
field test my new
treatment."
"I'm going to give you
a chance to do two good deeds today, Batgirl. You are
going to be the test subject
for my new treatment by accepting that treatment
for your own situation."
Turning on a monitor, Poison Ivy placed her hand under
Batgirl's chin and lifted
her eyes so she could see what was on the screen. "See
those men up there? They
are the ones that Croc brought me to experiment with.
They are useless to me,
but they may be your salvation."
"You see, the treatment
you need involves two items. One is the pollen from a
genetically altered flower
I've bred. Here, let's begin the process while you
can appreciate what is
happening." Poison Ivy placed a large multi-colored bloom over her nose.
"Breath it in. You'll find it's a very attractive fragrance
as well
as a powerful catalyst." Batgirl had little choice but to continue
to breath
in order to stay alive. The fiery pain that clouded her mind also gave her
few options, knowing that Poison Ivy had most likely removed anything
from her
belt she could use now.
"There, that should be
enough pollen to begin the treatment. Now, for the second
part of the therapy, you'll
be glad to know that it involves something that I
have in a fairly good supply
at the moment. My research led me down some complex trails, but using some
more basic experiments, I found that the most effective
item to catalyze is a simple
form of protein mixed with a saline complex."
Even in the depths of her
current trauma, Batgirl began to piece together what
was about to happen to
her. "You may well know already what contains both simple
protein and saline, don't
you my dear?" One word flashed through Batgirl's mind:
sperm. "There isn't enough
time to create a synthetic compound to test on you,
so we'll just have to make
due with the resources at hand" was the next comment
from her
captor.
"I've already had a talk
with most of those men. Some were downright happy with the idea of donating
their semen to save your life. The conditions, however,
are of
my choosing. You must swallow the sperm of each man who is willing to donate
to your cure. In turn, each man who takes part in your 'treatment' will be
set free
the moment you've swallowed every drop of sperm they can produce in
their first
orgasm."
"I calculate that each
man can produce a significant fraction of the amount of
semen that you will need
to digest in order to counteract the action of the
venom in your body right
now. I would suggest that you get started as fast as
you can. Time isn't on
your side, dear Batgirl."
Kneeling down in front
of Batgirl, Poison Ivy unfastened her utility belt and removed it from her
hips. "Just in case anyone gets an idea. I'll just hang
onto this
until we're done with you." With that, she got back up from where
Batgirl sat
and walked to the door. "Your first dose will be brought to you in a
moment.
Don't go
anyplace."
Batgirl found herself alone
with her thoughts for the moment. The pollen that she had inhaled had done
something to moderate the effects of the venom. Maybe
it was the remaining fish
she had eaten at her last meal. She was still in
danger if what Poison Ivy
had done to her was for real. There was little doubt
that the venom would do
her in, and there was hardly anything left in her
stomach and intestines
to digest and absorb.
"She would let Croc kill
those people with no remorse if I let her" she thought
to herself. "And the fact
that I'm feeling somewhat better now proves that the
need for protein may be
for real. I'd better go along, if for no other reason
than to secure the release
of these locals." After all, Batgirl had little
reason to doubt that she
would keep her word if she did what she was told.
Thinking to herself as
much as the stress and pain would allow, Batgirl figured
her odds of resisting anything
that Poison Ivy and Killer Croc would do to her
at next to impossible,
she gave into the situation and quietly played along with
things for the moment.
"After everything that's happened to me this year, a
couple of blow jobs is
a small price to pay for that blunder out along the
river."
Minutes later, the first
man was brought into the old bedroom by Poison Ivy, followed by Croc. The
man's pants and underwear had been removed before he was
brought before Batgirl.
Blindfolded, the man was lead to stand over Batgirl's
seated body. Her upper
torso was tall enough to allow her to reach his dangling
penis with ease. Once Poison
Ivy positioned the first man, she knelt down beside
her prisoner and began
to explain what she wanted.
"I'm going to release your
left hand. You'll use it to massage any part of this
man's sex that isn't in
your mouth. Let me be as clear as I can be. If you don't
manage to milk each of
these men for every drop of sperm you can get from them,
the odds are that the venom
in your body will kill you." All Batgirl could do
was stare ahead at the
semi erect sexual organ in front of her. She nodded up
and down, indicating that
she knew what she had to do now.
"What are you waiting for,
my dear? The sooner you start, the sooner you'll be
finished." Batgirl cringed
inside at the thought that Poison Ivy was going to
watch as she pleasured
this stranger. "Don't mind me, Batgirl. I'll need to get
a good idea of the amount
of sperm each man will 'donate' to your treatment for
my research. Go
on."
A blush began to form on
the parts of Batgirl's cheeks that were not covered by
her mask. Despite the torment
that her mind and body were under, she still
registered that her libido
was unaffected. Pushing every thought as far out of
her mind as she could,
Batgirl took her one free gloved hand and began to stroke
the ball sack above the
rather average penis that hung in front of her lips.
Slowly, she moved her lips
up to meet the foreskin of the now growing phallus.
Using the tip of her tongue
to help the process along, Batgirl licked and
stroked the sensitive skin.
Her free hand continued to rub and caress his balls
as she worked up the will
to open her mouth and take the now erect object inside
her mouth. Minutes passed
in this part of the foreplay, minutes that she could
not afford to lose many
of.
Batgirl began to notice
something else was happening to her body. While she was
busy concentrating on helping
this perfect stranger achieve an erection, her own
sex began to stir. The
burning in her mind seemed to drift downwards through her nervous system
and settled in her crotch.
All this time, Poison Ivy
watched her captive with more than intellectual
curiosity. Having performed
several rounds of tests on various animals, she knew
exactly what to expect
from the interaction between the toxin and the active ingredient in the pollen
she had exposed Batgirl to. She had watched all these
experiments with great
interest. Satisfied that she could create the same
outcome in a human female,
Poison Ivy wanted a front row seat for a real world
test of her 'treatment'
on Batgirl.
The limits of the bondage
imposed on Batgirl's body led to some motions required
to satisfy the man in front
of her. Those motions began to stretch her damp,
tight pants and underwear,
stimulating her clitoris and rubbing the pubic mound.
More time passed. Batgirl
had a lot of this first man's erection inside her mouth now. The first drops
of liquid that signified his willingness to produce a
full load of semen gave
her hope and the will to carry out this madness. Every
motion and stroke had begun
to further arouse Batgirl's own sexual desire,
feeding the sensations
that urged her on now.
Her clitoris was being
stroked constantly by her own underpants as she struggled
to arouse her first 'donor'
to cum. Batgirl was beginning to produce pre cum
fluids that kept her panties
as damp as they were when she was first placed
where she was now. She
was also sweating profoundly now, exerting a great deal
of energy in her current
labors.
Sweat began to run down
her brow from underneath her mask. Her hair, still
matted from her 'swim'
in the stream, remained damp and warm from her elevated
body heat. Using her neck
to move her mouth back and forth over the penis she
struggled to arouse, Batgirl
managed to achieve a level of comfort with both the
burning in her crotch and
the struggle to 'milk' this volunteer.
After what seemed like
an eternity, the first man finally sucumb to Batgirl's
first effort to satisfy
him. Poison Ivy, in an effort to judge the amount of cum
this man produced, pushed
Batgirl's hand off and pulled the penis just far
enough out of her mouth
to watch the flow. Moments later, he finished his role.
"You might want to lick
what he left on the tip of his dick, my dear."
In the heat of the situation,
Batgirl didn't concentrate on the taste of this man's sperm going across
her tongue. The only real thought she had was gratitude
that a gag reflex did not
kick in, causing her to throw the first batch of sperm back out of her mouth.
She was also grateful that this man didn't insist on
shoving his penis so far
into her mouth that it risked going down her throat. But this was only the
first man.
The door opened. Croc entered
the room with another man while the first one was
told to go out and collect
his things and leave. Any conversation that occured
while this transition happened
was lost to Batgirl and the sexual fever she was
in now. The second male
was placed in front of the captive heroine and the next
'milking'
began.
One thing that Batgirl
did notice was that the sensations didn't increase or decrease with the pause
in her task. Every time she breathed, her body moved
just enough to keep her
aroused. Then, the rhythm started again as she moved up
and down, back and forth
to stimulate the phallus in her mouth. Thankfully, she
didn't have to change her
position too much to accommodate for the height of the
second kidnap
victim.
With the lessons learned
from her first encounter, Batgirl increased the
effectiveness of her 'skill',
making shorter work of the second man.
Instinctively, she knew
that men came far faster than women. Knowing that she
could make use of that
fact, she sucked and stroked as fast as her neck and
upper body would allow.
Not knowing what would happen if she herself came, she
tried to focus only on
what was in her mouth. She began to note the texture and
taste, now that she had
become used to the sensation.
Poison Ivy continued to
watch. She could see the profound difference in
Batgirl's behavior with
this second man. Rather than intervening, Poison Ivy
just watched what was going
on. There would be time enough for some variations
as the other men were presented
to her for this specific form of 'therapy.'
Just as before, Batgirl
managed to arouse and satisfy this second man, but much
more quickly. Poison Ivy
almost missed her chance to watch the sperm running
over Batgirl's tongue as
he came. Every man produces a different level of liquid
and sperm, so this method
of observation did not qualify as a truly scientific
study. Had she been more
professional, she would have contained and sampled
every batch. However, there
was a more pressing goal for this procedure.
Despite the traumatic nature
of how this had begun, Batgirl had settled into her
role as a test subject,
albeit a hostage subject. There was no doubt in the part
of her mind that could
still think of such things that this was going to be the only way she could
save her own life as well as those of the kidnapped men
she was
'milking' for her own salvation.
Croc entered the room again
to remove the second blindfolded participant. This
gave Poison Ivy a moment
to reflect on her test subject's condition. There were
no signs of bleeding now
from any of the snake bites. The scabbing had left clear signs through the
cloth of the uniform Batgirl wore. What little exposed
skin the uniform allowed
to be seen seemed to be a healthy color. Batgirl seemed
to be breathing freely
and her stamina appeared to be normal.
"You have done well so
far, Batgirl. Since the first two men were fairly short,
I allowed you to sit through
the first part of this procedure. Now, Croc will
change your position for
the next batch of 'doses.' Don't try anything or he'll
be very angry." With that,
Croc entered the room and the two villains partially
released her
bonds.
"Now you can reach the
taller men with few problems" commented Poison Ivy as the
two repositioned their
captive test subject. Now Batgirl was posed on her knees,
her feet and shins chained
to the floor and her left arm pinned to her back.
Seeing that she was able
to hold herself up, Poison Ivy saw both good news and
bad news. The good news
was that Batgirl would still go along with the procedure
for now. The bad news was
that they would have to keep a very close eye on her to make sure she didn't
get any bold ideas and change the procedure somewhere
along the
way.
Laying down beside Batgirl's
right thigh to examine her crotch, she found what
she had expected: a large,
fresh damp stain from the moisture from her vagina.
She was stimulated. That
was the bright point of Poison Ivy's plan. If she could keep Batgirl lost
in her sexual frenzy driven by the toxins, protein and
catalyst in her blood,
this experiment would work out for the short term. What
happens after that was
beyond her control, but she would be happy with her
success in the
moment.
Deep in Batgirl's abdomen,
the complex blend of chemicals were concentrating
their strength in her
reproductive tissues. The effects of this 'procedure'
were
overwhelming in their power.
The real mystery was how much sperm would be
required to digest and
blend with what was already in her body. Poison Ivy had
an educated guess, but
this would remain subject to the real time examination
she was
conducting.
"Just to be safe, I will
give you another exposure to the pollen that will
assist your digestion of
the sperm you've consumed so far." Holding an exotic
bloom up to her mouth and
nose, Batgirl breathed in the dust that fell from it
as Poison Ivy shook the
flower. The fragrance of the flower was quite pleasant,
despite the context of
the situation she was in.
"Croc, bring the next captive
in for our guest." Batgirl was almost too
overwhelmed by the sight
of the third man escorted to her. He was a full foot
taller than the first two
men and his penis, while flaccid now, was almost as large as the erections
she had already faced the past half hour. "Time for you
two to get to know each
other" smirked Poison Ivy as she looked on.
The tip of the third male's
phallus was covered by the foreskin. As Batgirl
began to lick at it, the
erection began to form. Looking up, she noticed that
this man had his hands
held behind his back. Putting the possible reasons for this out of her mind,
she continued to lick and stroke as with the first two
men. After countless seconds
of stimulation, the tip of his penis began to
emerge from the folds of
skin. She was thankful that there was no taste of the
things that tended to grow
in such places.
His penis began to swell
as it inflated with blood. Batgirl's mouth was spending
a lot more energy to stretch
open to accommodate this object. Rather than
trying, she made an effort
to suck and kiss the areas of the penis that she knew would produce the desired
effects. Thankfully, his height and bulk did not
conspire to force the
situation. He stood his ground while she sucked and
stroked his
penis.
In a brief moment of clarity,
Batgirl wondered why she was not blindfolded for
this situation. "This must
be part of the procedure" she thought to herself. "If
they're letting me see
and control this part of the procedure, they must have
something in mind that
they can't achive without my seeing what's going on." So
she closed her eyes to
test this thought.
In the darkness of her
mind, she now noticed the tastes and odors that she had
been exposed to. Among
the myriad sensations she focused on now, the one
sensation she could not
ignore in any way was the burning in her loins. In fact,
closing her eyes while
she continued her milking and feeling her sex being moved
beyond her control was
almost overwhelming her now. Opening her eyes brought her
back closer to the moment,
but with an awareness of what she faced.
Seeing that Batgirl had
spent significant time with her eyes closed, Poison Ivy recalled the prior
tests with satisfaction. Every successful test subject
had
demonstrated a similar
pattern. She knew that Batgirl was on the cusp of giving
herself over to her body's
demands for pleasure. Then, the third man succumbed
to Batgirl's ever growing
skill with her oral sex. His explosion of semen almost
equaled the combined output
of the first two men. But this was still just the
beginning.
"Keep this up and you'll
be done by morning, my dear. Croc, bring the lady
another dose, will you?"
Batgirl, though lost in her internal struggle, remained
focused on the fact that
each man she sucked dry would go free. She counted on
that fact to continue the
ordeal she found herself in. She also was privately
grateful to see that Poison
Ivy was focused on oral sex. As long as this was an
important project to her,
Batgirl would use that fact and remain compliant.
Batgirl would made the
men cum in her mouth as fast as she could. There would be
less likelihood of them
wanting more from her.
Then there was the question
about what to do about what was going on in her
sexual organs. Every movement
that stroked her moist underwear against her
overworked pubic mond just
stimulated the nerves in her reproductive organs. The cloth was long since
saturated with the sweat and fluids generated by her
physical
activities.
Batgirl felt some aching
from her jaw after she finished with the larger penis.
The odd thing was that
she did not experience the sort of chapped lips or
numbing of her tongue that
she was expecting after using her mouth this way for so long. And the fact
that she had so many men orgasm in her mouth had not
caused a gag reflex made
her wonder if there were something else Poison Ivy had
not told her
about.
In fact, Poison Ivy was
withholding a great deal from her 'test subject' but
knew that would subside
as the hours wore on. "Let's give our 'patient' another
dose" came the response
to the latest orgasm she watched close up. And Batgirl
replied silently by raising
her upper body to meet the next man brought before
her.
The hours went by and Batgirl
was growing tired. The fatigue played to the
constantly growing sensations
in her abdomen. Slowly, she began to loose her
mind to the taste of the
skin and sperm. There was no logic or pattern. Just the
constant flood of fluids
over her taste buds and down her throat. Batgirl had
long since given up on
trying to figure out where all this was going now. She
just wanted to hold out
and outlast the last kidnap victim.
Poison Ivy knew that Batgirl
was almost at the point where she would need to
release the energy that
the complex blend of venom, proteins and other compounds
were generating. The digestion
of the sperm across the hours had allowed enough
of the proteins to enter
the bloodstream. All was in readiness. "Well, Batgirl,
you've managed to finish
most of your treatment" she commented as the last
kidnap
victim finished his
contribution.
"You may wonder at the
sensation that you're feeling in your abdomen" she said as the last man was
led out of the room by Croc. "The side effect that stood
out that
I found while performing my research was a settling of the
metabolized
toxin in the organs in
the lower abdomen. In the case of the female, that
includes her reproductive
organs."
She continued "Now, since
my organs were ruined when I became who I am today,
this aspect had to be tested
first on a living subject other than the test
animals I had access to."
Batgirl barely understood through the haze of the
overwhelming input her
nerves had on her mind now. "In a nutshell, you're about
as sexually stimulated
as you'll ever be in your lifetime! Anything I do now
would trigger an
orgasm."
Batgirl understood those
words clearly enough, without doubt. The only question now would be what
Poison Ivy had in mind. "Just to prove to you that what
I'm saying
is true, let me give you a practical demonstration." And with
that,
Poison Ivy began to run
her finger over Batgirl's crotch. Despite the barrier of
the damp cloth, every motion
and sensation penetrated as if she were stroking
bare
skin.
There was nothing left
in Batgirl's mind now. Every stroke and touch drove a
wave of pleasure straight
to her brain. The nerves were so amplified, even the
slightest of breezes would
send a chill that held her thoughts like a clamp,
refusing to let
go.
"I'm sure that you're expecting
something wicked to happen right now. And under
other circumstances, I'd
love to indulge in some of my more extreme ideas with
you. However, you have
served your purpose here." Pausing to get up from where she had been siting
next to Batgirl for the past hours, Poison Ivy walked to the door.
"I'm keeping my word about releasing all those men at this very
moment.
They are quite unharmed,
except for the broken hearts you caused tonight."
"Do you read much on genetics,
Batgirl? A fascinating subject. For instance, one
of this year's Nobel Prizes
was given to a team who worked on proteins similar
to my own work. You may
want to read up on that when you get the chance. There's
a slight chance you'll
learn a bit about what has happened to you."
While Poison Ivy continued
her dialog, Batgirl noticed the effects of the
digested sperm was changing.
Her mind almost felt like the blood sugar was
drained. She was faint
and weak from the hours of constant exertion, sucking and
stroking so many strangers
in order to spare them from their captor's sadistic
plans.
"By the way, my dear. You'll
most likely be feeling a bit drained right about
now. Before I let you go
on your way, I'll give you one last dose to hold you
over until you return home.
You have a long way to go, I imagine."
"So, this is my fate" thought
Batgirl to herself, struggling to hold herself up.
She began to wonder about
where her captor was going to obtain the final man
that she would have to
milk to satisfy her condition. The door opened while her
head was bowed and her
eyes closed, struggling to control what she could of her
sensations.
"At last, Batgirl!" It
was Killer Croc standing over her. Even with her upper
body as erect as the bondage
holding her to the floor would allow, she was
barely able to kiss the
tip of his massive erection, hanging down to meet her.
"You've had a lot of practice
at this, haven't you?" Clinging to what little
strength she had and knowing
that she would need what he was offering her,
Batgirl began again to
suck and lick the flesh placed before
her.
She could not begin to
fit the girth of Croc's penis in her mouth. Every kiss,
lick and stroke served
to enlarge the object as the minutes passed by.
Thankfully, she found that
her lips were still able to perform without protest.
Her skin had not chapped,
to her surprise. Her tongue was not dead from all the
labor it had performed
and had to finish now.
His pre cum fluids were
almost as much as most of the prior men's full
discharge! "Lord only knows
how long he's been waiting to do this!" she thought
as she swallowed every
drop he was producing. "Somehow, I'll get through this.
They will pay for what
has happened to me tonight!" she continued to herself as
what was left of her thoughts
began to fade and the scaly hands of Killer Croc
clamped around her cowl,
insisting on a more dynamic performance.
"You'll need to work harder
with me, little lady!" Croc began to force his massive erection as deep into
her mouth now. Batgirl's free hand struggled to
free the grasp from her
head, to no avail. "Don't even think of trying to resist
now, bitch. You're only
one more erection away from freedom!" The faintness that
she had experienced minutes
before began to rise again, "Am I going to make it?"
she pondered with what
was left of her mind as Croc thrashed away at her. Every
moment seemed like she
would pass out.
Batgirl had no means to
tell how long Croc worked her over. His erection was far
more work than those of
the men she had already drained. And then there was that
sensation that continued
to grow from her sexual organs. Her underwear was in
constant motion, rubbing
her clitoris and vagina without mercy. She needed to
climax.
Croc had worked himself
up to deal with this heroine. He knew from the time he
spent with Poison Ivy that
he would have the chance to share some quality time
with this troublemaker.
He also knew that there were more plans for her, so he
just made her work as hard
as he could. She would have to earn his sperm.
After what seemed like
hours, Croc finally let loose and filled her aching mouth
with almost as much semen
as all the other males put together. She swallowed as
much as she was allowed,
spilling a great deal from around the tip of his now
shrinking penis. With the
loss of oxygen and the overwhelming fatigue, Batgirl
finally found rest as she
passed out, falling to the floor.
Light played on the crumpled
form of Batgirl's body as morning broke. Her eyes
opened slowly to find the
new day. Raising her head to look around, she saw
nothing but the empty room.
Moving her arms, then her legs, she found that she
was no longer bound. Her
mind still swam when she moved her head too rapidly,
but she managed to pull
herself up to sit on her thighs and examine herself.
The taste and smell of
semen still stained her nose and tongue. And the effort
to lift herself from the
floor awakened that urge in her loins again. Whatever
Poison Ivy had done to
her was still affecting her. "Got to get back to the city
and get some help!" she
whispered out loud. Forcing herself to try and get to her feet, she struggled
with the effort. As she stood, her mind went dark as if
the blood were cut off.
She passed out and fell back to the floor.
When Batgirl opened her
eyes again, the room was dark. It was now evening. There
were the sounds of the
countryside around her coming through the open window
with the evening breeze.
A bright moon provided enough light through the window
frame for the abandoned
heroine to see what was on the floor by her. Her utility
belt lay near her. Reaching
for it, she opened the various compartments to check
on what was disturbed.
Finding that most of the non medical supplies were
untouched, she pulled out
her communications device.
Opening the device and
waiting for a connection, she considered what had
happened to her as much
as her mind would allow. She knew that she was being set
up for some time now. This
time, the criminals had just let her walk away. But
she also knew that they
had done something to her that needed to be dealt with
as fast as
possible.
Seeing that none of the
medical supplies that Poison Ivy had taken from her belt
had been returned, Batgirl
decided to make her way back to her motorcycle and
head home. Then she looked
at the communicator screen. There was the flashing
bat logo. She was being
paged. "Oh no."
As Batgirl stared at that
message, Poison Ivy was siting in the back of a limo
parked along the side of
a highway. Another larger van was parked next to the
limo. After a few words
and some luggage were exchanged, the window of the limo rolled to a close
while the van sped off. From behind the dark window of the van,
Sandra sat and smiled with the knowledge that Batgirl would be in her
hands again
very shortly.
End
Notes
Sometimes writing in chapters
is painfully difficult. The model for each of
these chapters was that
each villain would have his or her turn working Batgirl
over. The real trick is
how to let her escape at the end of each segment in a realistic way. This
was the hardest escape I had to plan.
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