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Deep within the overgrown labyrinth of Gotham's abandoned botanical gardens, Poison Ivy reclined on a throne of twisted roots and vibrant orchids, her verdant skin shimmering under the fractured moonlight filtering through the broken greenhouse panels. Her crimson hair spilled over her bare shoulders, framing a face of pride as she gazed upon her latest prize with a predatory smirk.
Batgirl hung upside down before her, ensnared in a network of thick, curving vines that pulsed with an eerie life of their own. Tendrils coiled tightly around her wrists, ankles and waist, suspending her helplessly in the humid air. Her black and yellow costume clung to her lithe, muscular frame like a second skin, highlighting every contour of her toned body. Her small, firm breasts. The subtle curve of her waist and the rounded swell of her hips. All accentuated as she dangled, blood rushing to her head beneath her cowl.
Cassandra's usual stoic composure wavered under the strain, lips parted slightly as she fought silently against her bonds. However, the vines tightened with each futile squirm, their grip rubbing against her in ways that sent unwanted shivers through her body.
Ivy tilted her head, her gaze roaming over the trapped vigilante with blatant desire. She lingered on how the skintight suit outlined the faint shape between Cassandra's thighs, the fabric stretched taut over her most sensitive areas.
"Oh, little bat, you look absolutely delectable all bound up like this," Ivy purred, her voice a sultry caress as she rose from her throne. "That tight outfit... It's practically an invitation. I've got the perfect game in mind for you."
With a casual wave of her hand, the vines obeyed her whims, their movements growing more deliberate and suggestive. A thick tendril wound tighter around Cassandra's thigh, slithering upward until it pressed firmly against the seam of her suit. Slow, deliberate circles dragged over her crotch, the friction warming the fabric as it teased the girl's helpless body.
Another vine snaked across her chest, looping around her breasts. It squeezed just enough to make her nipples harden visibly under the material. Pulling a sharp, muffled gasp from the normally silent Batgirl. Ivy's eyes sparkled with cruel delight as she stepped closer, her fingers grazing Cassandra's upside-down cheek, tracing the edge of her mask.
"So quiet, aren't you?" Ivy chuckled darkly. "Let's see if we can draw some sweet little sounds from that guarded mouth."
Under Ivy's command, the vines escalated their torment. One vine was rubbing with increasing intensity between Cassandra's legs, the thick tendril grinding against her suit with a maddening rhythm. The heat building as it pressed and rolled over her clit through the barrier.
Another vine dragged along her torso, gliding over her breasts, the tip flicking back and forth across her hardened nipples, sending jolts of sensation through her as the fabric shifted with each touch. Cassandra bit her lip hard, a faint whimper slipping out as the relentless stimulation built a tight, aching pressure low in her belly. Her body trembling in the vines' hold. The blood that was rushing to her head was intensifying every sensation.
"That's it, darling," Ivy cooed, settling onto a nearby chaise of woven vines, her legs crossed elegantly as she watched the display with rapt fascination. "Let me hear those precious little noises. My babies know exactly how to keep you wanting."
The vines moved in sync now. The first tendril pressed harder against Cassandra's crotch, rubbing in tight, slow circles that had her hips twitching instinctively despite her resistance. The fabric of her suit grew damp with her arousal as the friction drove her maddeningly close to a peak. Another vine teased along the underside of her thighs, brushing against the sensitive crease where leg met her ass, grinding against the taut fabric covering her curves and sending conflicting waves of heat through her with each calculated stroke.
Cassandra's face flushed a deep crimson under her mask. Partly from hanging upside down, partly from the humiliating pleasure coursing through her. Her disciplined training faltered under the relentless edging. Body betrayed her as she squirmed in the vines' grip, chasing the release that remained just out of reach.
Each time the pressure built to a near-breaking point, the vines would slow or shift. Easing off just enough to keep her teetering on the brink. Cassandra's breath hitched in desperate, quiet moans that were softer and more adorable than Ivy expected from the stoic vigilante.
Abs tensed under the suit as thighs quivered with unfulfilled need. Ivy watched the Bat's chest heave as she fought to maintain control. The sounds escaping her lips grew slightly louder, more pleading, much to Ivy's delight.
"Oh, so close, aren't you, little bat?" Ivy teased, her voice thick with lust as her emerald eyes fixated on Batgirl's trembling form. "But not yet. I want to keep you right there, aching for me, begging for just a little more."
The vines adjusted again, keeping the heat simmering without pushing her over. Dragging slowly across her nipples, back and forth. Teasing becoming unbearable as Cassandra's body screamed to cum. Her moans turned into frustrated whimpers, the stoic mask cracking further with each passing moment. She dangled helplessly, every nerve on fire yet denied the release she craved.
Ivy's breathing grew heavier as she drank in the sight of Batgirl's torment. The subtle arch of her back despite the restraints, the way her ass tensed with each teasing stroke over her suit, the way her soft, desperate sounds filled the humid garden air. A lustful grin spread across Ivy's face.
"Such a perfect toy," Ivy murmured, rising once more to approach the helpless girl. She ran a finger along the Bat's sweat-slick torso as the vines held her firm. Its movements light and torturous, keeping the girl perpetually on edge. "I think I'll keep you like this a while longer... my garden has endless ways to play with a body as responsive as yours."
Cassandra's hazy eyes met hers, a growl of frustration and lingering heat escaped her parted lips, only for another faint, pleading moan to escape as a vine brushed oh-so-lightly over her oversensitive crotch once more.
Ivy chuckled darkly, settling back to relish every moment of her lovely game. The trapped Batgirl's body and stifled sounds were a delightful flower to add to her sanctuary. Forever denied the climax she so desperately needed.
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An hour later, the air in Gotham's abandoned botanical gardens hung heavy with the scent of exotic blooms and sinister intent as Stephanie Brown, clad in her purple and black Batgirl costume, navigated the overgrown maze with cautious precision.
Her mission: uncover Poison Ivy's latest plot and check in with Cassandra Cain, the other Batgirl, who had vanished during a recent patrol.
Stephanie's skintight suit moulded to her athletic frame as she moved with trained stealth. Her blonde hair pulled back beneath her cowl, blue eyes piercing through her mask. Yet nothing could have prepared her for the scene she stumbled upon as she parted a curtain of hanging ivy to reveal a hidden clearing.
There, under the shattered moonlight, hung Cassandra, suspended upside down in a web of writhing vines. Her black and yellow Batgirl costume was intact but stretched tight over her lithe form. Accentuating every curve as the thick, green tendrils teased her body mercilessly.
One vine rubbed firmly between her thighs, grinding against the fabric of her suit with slow, deliberate circles, while another coiled around her chest. Smaller vines flicked and dragged across her suit in sensitive areas, keeping her on a torturous edge. Cassandra's face was uncovered. Her short black hair hung loose for all to see. Her mouth parted in a series of soft, adorable moans as her body trembled in the vines' grip, eyes half-lidded with unfulfilled need.
Stephanie froze, her breath hitching as a forbidden heat pooled between her thighs. Feeling the dampness seeping through the tight fabric of her suit as she watched the vines' relentless teasing of Cassandra, each shudder and moan stoking a raw, confusing arousal in Stephanie.
"Damn, Cass…" She whispered under her breath, biting her lip as she was unable to look away from the erotic display. "That looks… intense."
Her distraction proved costly. A rustle behind her was the only warning before Ivy's vines struck. Wrapping around Stephanie's wrists and ankles, jerking her off her feet with a startled gasp. The tendrils hoisted her into the air beside Cassandra, binding her upright. Arms stretched above her head, legs forced apart as the vines coiled tightly around her thighs, rendering her helpless.
Poison Ivy emerged from the shadows, her green skin glowing under the dim light as she sauntered over, a wicked smirk curling her crimson lips.
"Another Batgirl come to join the fun," She purred, her gaze roaming over Stephanie's form, lingering on the way her suit clung to every inch of her body. "You looked so… desperate, darling. Watching your friend squirm must have awakened something in you. Shall I give you a taste of the same torment?"
Stephanie's protests faltered as Ivy waved a hand. A thick tendril slid up her inner thigh, pressing against the fabric of her suit, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her crotch in much the same manner as Cassandra was enduring. Another vine snaked across her chest, squeezing her fuller breasts through the suit. Aching under the pressure.
"Oh- wait, I-" Stephanie stammered, but her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as the vine between her legs intensified its rhythm. Grinding with maddening precision over her clit through the barrier of her costume.
Ivy adjusted the vines with a flick of her wrist, repositioning both Batgirls so they hung face-to-face, mere inches apart, their bound bodies nearly touching as the tendrils continued their unyielding assault. They twisted around the room on Ivy's whim.
Cassandra, still dazed from the endless edging, let out another soft moan as a vine rubbed harder against her suit. The damp fabric between her legs darkening with her arousal, her eyes meeting Stephanie's with a hazy, desperate plea. Stephanie's own moans blended with Cassandra, the vine at her crotch pressing and rolling with torturous intent. Waves of heat flushed through her body, her suit growing damp as the friction kept rubbing her in exciting new ways. The tension between them crackled, their shared vulnerability and frustrated desire synced with the vines' movements.
"You two make such a captivating pair," Ivy cooed, lounging back on her vine-formed thrones. "Go on, Batgirls. Feel it. I see the longing in your eyes for each other."
Her words stoked the fire already burning within them. Stephanie, overwhelmed by the vine grinding against her suit, and the sight of Cassandra's sweat-slicked face so close, leaned forward. She closed the gap to press her lips against Cassandra's in a desperate, hungry kiss. Their mouths collided, messy and heated, tongues brushing tentatively as Cassandra whimpered into the kiss. Both girls' bodies shuddered with unfulfilled need under the vines' persistent teasing.
Their kissing grew more intense. Stephanie nipped at Cassandra's lower lip, the only mercy Ivy gave them as their bound bodies strained to press closer. The wet sounds of the vines rubbing against their suits echoed in the humid garden air, each stroke keeping them achingly close to a release that never came.
Ivy ensured their torment with expert control, the vines slowing or shifting just as either Batgirl neared the edge, drawing out frustrated whimpers from both. Stephanie's breath hitched against Cassandra's mouth, her body trembling with the denied climax, while Cassandra's soft moans vibrated through the kiss, her thighs quivering as the vines kept her edge.
"Simply exquisite," Ivy purred, her emerald eyes locked on the two Batgirls, now panting and fraught with need. Kissing each other softly in their frustration. "I think I'll keep you both here for quite some time… my garden could use more lovely toys to play with."
Stephanie and Cassandra, lost in the haze of unfulfilled desire and each other, barely registered her words. Still trembling as the vines held them close, shared moans and tender kisses were the only defiance against their captivity. Ivy watched with predatory satisfaction, revelling in her control over Gotham's helpless heroes.
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A few more hours later, Harley Quinn strutted into Ivy's hidden garden. Her blonde pigtails bouncing as she twirled her oversized mallet over her shoulder, a wide grin splitting her face.
"Heya, Red! Missed ya somethin' fierce. Thought I'd swing by for a lil' quality time!" She chirped with excitement as she scanned the lush surroundings.
Her baby blue eyes widened though, when they landed on an unexpected sight in the center of the garden. Suspended in a tangled web of thick, pulsating vines were two familiar figures. Two Batgirl's dangled high above the ground.
One bat, in her purple and black costume, writhed as a vine coiled snugly around her waist and face. Muffling her desperate whimpers. The other bat beside her hung upside down, her lithe frame trembling in her black and yellow suit as vines wrapped her ankles and wrists. Thick tendrils grinding between the legs of both with deliberate pressure, drawing sharp, stifled moans from the usually quiet mouth girl. Both Batgirls shuddered with denied ecstasy, eyes glazed behind their masks, utterly helpless in Ivy's organic trap.
Harley let out a low whistle, dropping her mallet with a thud as she sidled closer, hands on her hips, admiring the scene with unbridled glee. "Well, hot damn, Red! What's up with these two? Ya got yerself a couple'a squirmy Batgirls on display! They're lookin' mighty worked up there, heh!"
Her voice dripped with amusement, her gaze lingering on the purple bat's quivering thighs and the black bat's tightly clenched abs.
Ivy emerged from behind a curtain of hanging moss, clad only in a skimpy leaf-woven bikini that barely covered her curves. She slinked over to Harley, a sultry smile curling her lips as she planted a soft, lingering kiss on Harley's cheek.
"Just sprucing up the place, Harls. Thought the room needed some… decorations," Ivy purred, her voice like honey laced with venom as she gestured to the suspended Batgirls. "They wandered in, snooping as usual. So, I decided to give them a proper welcome. They've been such good girls, hanging there for hours, always so close but never quite there. Isn't it beautiful?"
Harley cackled, looping an arm around Ivy's waist, pulling her close as they both turned to fully face their living exhibit.
"Beautiful? Babe, it's fuckin' poetry! Look at 'em twitchin' and moanin', It's like watchin' some kinda art come alive!" She tilted her head, resting it on Ivy's shoulder as they settled onto a nearby bench carved from twisted roots. Perfectly positioned to observe the Batgirls' torment.
Ivy nestled into Harley's side, one hand tracing lazy circles on her thigh, their bodies pressed together in casual intimacy as they watched the Batgirl's arch against their bindings. A muffled cry escaped as the vine at her crotch vibrated with sudden intensity, only to slow just as their hips bucked frantically. Denying their climax yet again.
"Mmph… Please… -ngh!" Stephanie's garbled plea was barely audible through the vine brushing her masked face, her eyes squeezed shut in tortured frustration behind her cowl.
Cassandra, meanwhile, shuddered violently as the tendril between her legs pressed harder against her suit, another vine lashed lightly over the fabric covering her ass, the sharp friction blending with pleasure as her low, guttural moans reverberated in the humid air.
"So… close…" She rasped. Her voice breaking, body glistening with sweat as the vines teased her to the brink, only to ease off once again.
Harley giggled, nudging Ivy with her elbow. "Ya got 'em singin' a whole damn opera, Red! How long ya gonna keep 'em on the edge like that? They're gonna lose it eventually, ya know!"
Ivy smirked, her emerald eyes glinting with sadistic delight as she leaned in to nibble at Harley's ear, her breath hot. "Oh, I'll let them have their moment… eventually. But for now, they're my living art, trembling and whimpering just for us."
Ivy waved a hand, and the vines shifted. The bats twitched and moaned in rapid succession, then eased off just as their breath hitched. Their muffled cries and shudders intensified, a symphony of frustrated lust that filled the greenhouse.
Harley sighed contentedly, her hand sliding into Ivy's, fingers intertwining as they watched like a couple admiring fine art at a museum.
"Yer a genius, Ives." Harley praised, admiring the little needy twitch one of the bats made in protest. "This beats any ol' paintin' hands down. We gotta do date nights like this more often!"
"Anything for you, Harls," She turned her head, capturing Harley's lips in a slow, deep kiss. Ivy hummed into the kiss, pulling back to rest her forehead against Harley's. "Let's sit a while longer… I want to savour every shiver."
Their gaze drifted back to her captives with a possessive gleam, the backdrop of the Batgirls' moans fuelling their own lust. The vines pulsed in rhythm with her words, tormenting the bats further, drawing out more desperate, muffled pleas and quakes of near-release. Their bodies sculptures of agonising pleasure under the loving, voyeuristic gaze of Gotham's most chaotic couple.