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Down on the Bayou

by Max Hass

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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