At suggestion by MH, here's a one-shot commission I did a while back. Warning, mature scenes. Hypno. Lesbian.
“I’ll take it,” asserted Batgirl into her communication device. She had been taking a break as of late, but tonight was quiet… too quiet. Fortunately, the other line promised some action.
“Batgirl, I have some bad news… Poison Ivy has taken over a greenhouse in uptown Gotham for some mind-control plant. We’ve been receiving reports of several men walking around, brainwashed!”
“What?!?!?!” Batgirl nearly dropped her receiver.
“Yes, that’s right. I don’t think it’s a good idea to rush in- why don’t you observe what’s happening from afar from the roof of the convenience store across the street?”
“That’s probably a good idea… Poison Ivy is pretty fearsome and I want to stay away from her plants and pheromones. I’ll give you a status update once I arrive… out!”
Batgirl hung up her receiver, and rode off.
Back at the source of the transmission sat a man with glazed-green eyes holding a receiver in a zombified pose. Above him stood a figure in the shadows that ran a delicate finger along the man’s face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Then, the figure placed a finger between her legs, and spoke:
“My bud is ready to blossom and waits to be adored by your lips, Batgirl…”
Then, all became dark as the figure disappeared into the shadows.
Batgirl arrived at the convenience store, and went through the abandoned automatic doors. It seemed that this area was clear for a long time- perhaps just normal operating hours? No, Ivy definitely had an influence here, it seemed. The store itself was your normal store. There were rows of snacks, drinks, etc. and a nice plant in the corner.
“Mmmm… I wonder where I can find the route to the roof.”
Batgirl walked around, taking deep breaths to make sure she could stay on guard. The roof stairwells in these places were usually hidden- in an employee area. She went through to the back and fumbled around a bit. It was pretty musky though. Batgirl was too loyal to take a snack or water to alleviate the conditions- she would just pull through and try to get some fresh air.
She found a locked door at the end, near some mops, crates, and another potted plant. She felt a little bit relaxed. This was weird. She hadn’t had anything to drink. The air smelled awfully sweet, though.
What she didn’t notice was every couple of moments, with a gentle puff one of her flowers bloomed in front of the ventilation system and adorned the air with Poison Ivy’s sweet, wonderful pollen. But Batgirl had her own distraction- her receiver began to buzz.
“Yeah? I’m here…” she answered.
“Batgirl, more news. It seems that Poison Ivy has left the building across the street, so you should be clear to head over there.”
She breathed in. So sweet. She didn’t even hear a voice giggle in the shadows.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. But, one more thing. You should probably leave the communicator there.”
What normally would have raised alarms for Batgirl was greeted by a simple “Ok.” At this point, the ventilation in the building was getting to her. Her lungs were now deeply coated in the pollen and she was very calm, very relaxed. She was not aroused, not yet, but in a slightly hypnotized, slightly suggestible state.
She crossed the street. The lights of the street, those moments, and getting there was a little blurry actually. All she really was aware of was that she had to go to the house that was green… and investigate. Or something.
She got inside. It wasn’t as much a greenhouse as described as a flower… what were those called? Yeah… shop. Flower shop. She held her head and stumbled through some of the greenery.
“Breathe my pollen, love…” cooed a sexy voice from within the plants, as sweet tendrils of pink and purple mist coiled around her head in a blast of sweet sensation that she unexpectedly breathed in.
It was a trap, she realized. But that didn’t stop her from breathing… mmmm… breathing. Wait.
“Poison Ivy! You’re the one… that’s behind all of this!” she stammered. But she felt a little bit disoriented, a feeling of being slightly buzzed and not really there.
“Yes, you fell into a trap, my dear. But it’s ok. Spiders enjoy their prey before they devour them.”
“I’m not a man, you know- half your tricks… won’t work on me!” this was bad. She felt herself losing herself a little bit already.
“Yes, yes…” she giggled, “But you will be my first… woman. Come here darling… let me open your eyes. Let me take you, conquer you, and show you what you were destined for…”
Ivy came behind her, capturing the corner of Batgirl’s ear between her deeply-red, perfectly-painted lips. She pursed her lips together as she nibbled slowly, moistening the heroine’s ear playfully as the tip of her tongue glided sensually along the folds of her ear. “Mmmmm…” she moaned, spreading her lips and sending a soft breath of pheromones deep into the ear of Batgirl, planting on her mind and numbing the cells on the surface of her brain. Batgirl could only sigh as the villainess led her arm up over her breast, wrapping herself around her. She didn’t even notice as little vines came from the ground up. It was so relaxing. So relaxing to be in the greenhouse, to be here with Ivy.
It was so overwhelming. The touch of a goddess, a woman with a figure so plush and erotic that the very pores of Ivy made Batgirl tingle, combined with the magically biological dominance over her body and mind. She was lost in a wave and just wanted to sink, sink into Ivy’s sensations. At this point she began to close her eyes. It wouldn’t be too bad to just let go, to surrender to carnal pleasure in Ivy’s plant kingdom. “Yes, Ivy, I fell into your trap, I’m all yours…” she wanted to say. She whispered it in her mind, mission-forgetting, hypnotized self-indulgence in the blink of an eye before she snapped to and finally remembered her mission.
Batgirl spun around at that point and with a backhand knocked the kneading seductress several feet back. She took a few steps and with a definite “Hyaaa” realized what she came here to do. Batgirl had been deceived and led into a trap, but it would take more than a little trap and lesbian action to reign her and her strong mind in.
“Mmmm, you’re a feisty one. It’ll be so much more worthwhile when you’re mine, Batgirl.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Batgirl rushed ahead to attack Ivy, drawing on all the strength she had, and charged at the temptress. But Ivy used the momentum of the attack to push into Batgirl, catching her in midair and spinning her around. Batgirl’s eyes widened in horror.
“Surprise, surprise,” Ivy teased, before groping one of her hands along Batgirl’s chest as she struggled to get free and blowing out, sending a thick cloud of purple pheromones over Batgirl. “Just breathe in… it’ll all be better after that.”
Batgirl coughed, but couldn’t resist- the pheromones were all over. “Yes, there there, don’t fight it.” Batgirl continued to cough but the pheromones entered her in full force and gave her a temporary high, making her feel dizzy and light-headed. Even moreso than before, at least.
She still struggled. “Ohhh… does my little bat need some more? I can give you more, you just need to ask…” Ivy pursed her lips and blew, a continuous stream coming out. She took her other hand and began to run it through Batgirl’s hair, stretching out her long finger and tracing a sharp, red-painted nail along the heroine’s cheek. She finished by taking her finger and unclipping Batgirl’s long, vinyl cape, then tenderly wrapping the garment around the both of them and clipping it back until they were encased together. The sight was one to behold- a cape designed to guard the back of one thin woman stretched to the point of two bodies being completely meshed into one, and binding them together, binding Batgirl to her mistress. She moaned at the pressure of being so close to Ivy.
“You’re in my web, in my cocoon, darling…”
Batgirl could only smile. She was trapped in her own cape, pressed against the voluptuous breasts and body of Poison Ivy. The villainess planted a wet kiss on Batgirl’s cheek. “Breathe,” she said once more, exhaling more pheromones.
“You’re all hypnotized under my control… but I’ll give you more of my pheromones anyway, just to seal my victory…” she breathed deeply out onto Batgirl, who closed her eyes and now savored the scent of the mind-controlling dust. At this point she just teased her. She kissed her- wet, slow kisses, hypnotic and enticing, all over her face and upper body. It was completely unnecessary but all the more arousing for Batgirl. Kiss after kiss brought her deeper and deeper. The heroine was almost ready for the final kiss. Ivy unclipped the cape and drew her around, bringing her beautiful face to her victim’s.
“Now, give me yourself…”
Ivy leaned in, a smirk on her lips, as Batgirl did too. The heroine closed her eyes this time. But unlike before, unlike when she still had the will to resist, the will to fight, that last shred of fortitude in her mind to say “no” to the ultimate temptation… they stayed closed. It was all gone, and Ivy had succeeded in taking her, wiping her clear.
They leaned in, Batgirl with a submissive, lost expression and Ivy with a triumphant smile, her lusty predator’s lips ready to devour her prize. At first their lips just grazed. Then “no” was felt in Batgirl’s mind once more… but it was too late. As the cells of the heroine’s body made contact with the mind-conquering lipstick and supple flesh of Ivy, she lost it all and shoved her face and tongue into Ivy’s, who was more than happy to oblige. A sensation of throbbing, submissive pleasure went through the heroine as Poison Ivy’s powerful, mind control lipstick began to drain into her body and coat her lips completely, overdosing her as it went straight to the nearest organ it could find and control- her brain. No, this was not a kill kiss… this was a kiss of complete control, and if Batgirl’s eyes were open one could easily see a beautiful, attractive green hue set in the longer they shared in their forbidden kiss.
Ivy took her time with this one. Their kiss lasted for minutes as she tasted her victim inside and out- her victim that she managed to deceive and conquer completely.
“Now kneel… and kiss me.” Ivy loosened the vines about her crotch, over a few moments, very slowly and suspensefully, deliberately removing each individual vine, one by one in a tease. Then with one snap, she removed it all, and with two paces spread her legs about four feet apart, loosening her moist, dripping pussy and letting two droplets of her juices fall in frozen time to the ground below. Batgirl’s face, seeing this, turned a deeper red- irresistible physiological reactions at this point. Submit yourself to me, completely.”
“Yes…” moaned Batgirl, who leaned forward and with a wonderful purr began to lap obediently from Poison Ivy’s pussy. The villainess helped, breathing harder, and harder as her hips and ass began to rock. What ensued was licking, gyrating, moaning and moving, all to one erotic rhythm that pumped harder and harder as Batgirl became more and more eager to lap up every last drop of her mistress’ fluids.
Ivy came, as a result of a heroine sucking her pussy. A heroine she converted, she conquered, and that would be hers. She smiled, relishing at this thought, as Batgirl looked up with wide eyes and a question of approval, like an obedient puppy.
Ivy walked out of the greenhouse the next morning in a tight, form-fitting bat costume. Familiar- it was actually Batgirl’s old costume. The former heroine was lying on a bed of vines, spent, clothed only by a slave’s bikini of leaves and a collar of roses- roses that spelled I-V-Y across. She would undergo training in the future to help turn others to their cause. In the meantime, Ivy puckered up her lips as she put away a tube of lipstick- with this outfit she would have a very good time tonight. First stop, Wayne Mansion.
That night, Batman had the tastiest kiss he’s ever had.
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