A layer of sludge and slime floats atop the slowly moving waters of a secluded section of the Gotham East River. Following this polluted trail upstream we find its origin, an old cement pipe extending out from a muddy hillside. Following this murky passage leads to the innards of the Plasti-Chem industrial site.
As it has for over three decades, Plasti-Chem dumps its noxious waste by-products into the once thriving Gotham East River, effectively eliminating many species of waterside flora and fauna. While cited many times by Gotham City’s understaffed Environmental Affairs Office, Plasti-Chem has been more than willing to pay the paltry slap-on-the-wrist fines and continue their abuses.
A cloudless night’s full moon reveals a lithe figure making its way across Plasti-Chem’s inadequate security perimeter. Within seconds an opaque green bodystocking-clad brunette intruder gains access into the main processing plant. Upon entering she inadvertently triggers an infrared motion detector which silently summons plant security and local law enforcement.
The alluring interloper makes her way deeper into the facility. Her face, a study in focus and concentration, relaxes momentarily into a slight smile as she catches her reflection in a polished processing tank. She is costumed in an opaque light green long sleeved and gloved bodystocking with a growing plant emblem on her chest. She wears a small green eyemask and multi-pouched belt around her trim waist and no footwear. Her bodystocking is made of her newest and greatest creation, an incredible new living fabric, a Nylonic Symbiont.
While clinging to her every curve, the symbiont possesses the ability to truly enmesh with her thoughts and feelings. In addition to heightening her own natural athletic abilities, the living garment can replicate and dispense any type of biological material, such as seeds, vapors, etc.
She is jolted from her reverie by the glare of a flashlight beam wavering through the chamber. She spins as two Plasti-Chem security guards enter behind her, spotting her in the low light. “Hey, you, what are you doing in here?” asked one of the guards.
“Geez, she’s probably one of those protestors we keep throwing off the property,” sneered the other officer. “But she sure is a lot prettier than most of those other hippie weirdoes.” He gazed at her nylon-encased form with poorly disguised interest. Her skin crawled as his eyes roamed her petite form.
Straightening, she placed her hands onto her shapely hips. “My name is Flora,” she announced bravely, “and I’m here to stop the damage you’re doing to the environment. Don’t you care that you’re killing more plants and animals every day?”
“Sweetheart, the only thing I care about is you not moving while I put these handcuffs on you,” said the all-too-attentive guard. “The police will be here any minute so we don’t want any more trouble.” He moved forward and removed the handcuffs from his belt.
As he stopped before her, Flora looked up at his face with the most innocent of expressions. “You really don’t need those handcuffs, do you?” she asked, her eyes sliding downward coquettishly.
The guard’s eyes followed her gaze and stared at her incredible tights-clad legs. Mesmerized by the sight, his eyes opened wide as he saw the nylon fabric covering her upper thigh shift and move as if it had a life of its own. Distracted, he was completely surprised by the symbiont-enhanced snap kick to the chin from her shapely leg. He landed at her feet in an unmoving lump.
She looked up to see the second guard already moving to pull out his nightstick and advance toward her. As he begins his charge, Flora crouches down and places her hand on the metal flooring grate beneath her. From where her hand touches the floor, a trail of slippery wet moss races toward the approaching security officer.
His feet touching the expanding moss, the guard immediately slips and falls, his head bouncing off the metal handrail. He too lands unmoving in front of her delicate nylon-clad feet.
A bit rattled by her sudden discovery, Flora quickly moves deeper into the vast space. Arriving at the center of the complex, she kneels down and unclasps one of the compartments on her belt. Gloved fingers reach inside and remove a handful of small seeds. Flora holds the seed tightly within her hand until a dim bio-luminescent glow emerges.
“OK boys,” she says quietly. “We’ve charged up your growth rate. Now get down there and do your stuff. This is for all your cousins on the East River.” With that she opens her hand and pours out the seeds into the darkness between the metal floor grating. She then stands and begins a quick escape, rushing through the complex.
Just as her stocking-clad feet make contact with the cool grass outside the processing building, Flora hears a tremendous crash come from within the walls behind her. She jogs a few more yards before turning to see her handiwork. Smoke, fire, and debris erupt from the building site as enormous giant tree trunks shoot up from the ground beneath the complex, destroying everything built above them. A victorious gleam in her masked eye, the alluring young villainess turns and dashes away toward her hidden escape route.
Moments later, amidst the clamor of emergency rescue and law enforcement personnel, another beautiful young woman enters the complex. Parking her RedBird cycle in the complex’s parking area, Robin the Girl Wonder approaches the disintegrating factory. In just a few moments the humongous sized sequoia analogues have reduced almost every part of the facility to irreparable rubble.
“What in the world…?” mused the lovely heroine as she roamed the scene. “This looks like some of Poison Ivy’s work, but I know she’s still safely locked up at Arkham.” The brightly colored costume of the lithe young crimefighter could be seen easily as she searched for clues about tonight’s baffling incident.
After spending several minutes interviewing the two Plasti-Chem guards about their encounter with the new villainess, the tights-clad teenager had more clues and questions than before. “OK, so she calls herself Flora and is out crusading for the environment, although not going exactly the legal way about doing it.” Gifted in pulling information out of people, Robin had been able to learn all of the minute details about Flora’s escapade.
The Girl Wonder kneels down to retrieve a small sample of the tree material which ultimately destroyed the complex. Placing the container in her famed utility belt, she stood and made her way to her equally well-known motorcycle. Preparing for her ride back to the BatCave, Robin thought, “There’s more going on here than simple eco-terrorism. I’ll need the BatComputer to help me sort out this mystery.”
The shapely young heroine sped off into the night anxious to find and capture Gotham’s newest super-villainess, Flora.
WHEN EVIL PLANTS A SEED, GOTHAM IS TRULY IN NEED
WHEN EVIL PLANTS A SEED, GOTHAM IS TRULY IN NEED
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After spending an all night session working with the BatComputer, a lovely young brunette girl walks across the campus of Gotham State University. Seventeen year old high school sophomore Tina Drake follows a campus map toward her destination, the university’s Biology Dept.
Stifling a yawn after her sleepless night of research, the young girl, better known to the denizens of Gotham as the teen wonder Robin, mounts the marble stairs into the GSU Biology Research Library. After a quick conversation with the main desk attendant, she is directed to a side exit door leading to the adjacent Biology Greenhouse.
The young investigator is hit with not only the humid nature of the greenhouse interior but also the almost overpowering mix of floral fragrance from the myriad of plants and flowers growing within. Slowly walking within the rows of growing racks and tables she encounters for more species of plants than she ever knew existed.
“Please be careful there,” calls a voice, causing Tina to turn quickly. She is greeted by the sight of a simple yet attractive young woman watching her from a doorway several feet away.
“Oh, I’m sorry; I’m not hurting anything,” replied Tina
With a raised eyebrow the unidentified newcomer replied, “It’s not the plants getting hurt I’m worried about. We’re working with several somewhat dangerous species and chemicals over here. I’m Dr. Cook; can I help you with something?”
“Dr. Cassie Cook?” asked the teenager. “You’re who I’m looking for. The biology librarian said you might be able to help me with some research I’m doing.”
“I see,” said Dr. Cook. “And at the risk of being impolite, may I ask who you are?”
“Sorry, social skills failure yet again. My name is Misty Bridges; I’m a freshman transfer trying to get in good with my biology professor.”
Relaxing slightly Dr. Cook replied, “Ah the virtues of extra credit to the underprepared underclassman. Don’t sweat it Misty; it’s not been that long since I was in your shoes. So what kind of research are you doing?”
“Well it’s kinda over my head really,” Tina said meekly. “I wanted to find out about accelerating plant growth rates by the use of polydichloric euthamol.” While it had been able to identify a portion of the plant material, the BatComputer had very little in the way of solid information on the revolutionary research.
Taken aback by the request, Dr. Cook was momentarily flustered. “Um…, well…, really? Um, exactly which professor did you say you wanted to impress?”
“I’m in Dr. Emil Stancil’s Bio 202 section,” replied the disguised crimefighter, glad she had read over an online faculty listing prior to coming to campus.
“Dr. Emil Stancil?” asked Dr. Cook. “I’ve read the name around campus but we’ve never actually met. How do you like his classes?”
“He’s a good lecturer but is really demanding when it comes to research projects.”
“I see,” replied Dr. Cook. “Well unfortunately Misty, there’s no research into polydichloric euthamol happening at this university. I’ve only seen references to it on the internet as something the military is experimenting with. I think the web will be your best source for info, although I wouldn’t expect to find much.” All the time she was speaking Dr. Cook looked intently at the younger woman.
A bit surprised by the turn the conversation had taken, Tina sensed that Dr. Cook would be of little further help. At least knowingly… “Oh, OK. Gee, I’m sorry for wasting your time. Thanks for your help.”
As the lovely young girl turned to leave, Dr. Cook said with eyes narrowed in thought, “No trouble at all Misty. Please feel free to visit again anytime.”
Exiting the greenhouse, Tina thought to herself, “Oh, I will. And sooner than you can imagine.” There was something about Dr. Cook that just didn’t seem right. “Looks like I’ll be pulling another all-nighter tonight.”
Stifling a yawn after her sleepless night of research, the young girl, better known to the denizens of Gotham as the teen wonder Robin, mounts the marble stairs into the GSU Biology Research Library. After a quick conversation with the main desk attendant, she is directed to a side exit door leading to the adjacent Biology Greenhouse.
The young investigator is hit with not only the humid nature of the greenhouse interior but also the almost overpowering mix of floral fragrance from the myriad of plants and flowers growing within. Slowly walking within the rows of growing racks and tables she encounters for more species of plants than she ever knew existed.
“Please be careful there,” calls a voice, causing Tina to turn quickly. She is greeted by the sight of a simple yet attractive young woman watching her from a doorway several feet away.
“Oh, I’m sorry; I’m not hurting anything,” replied Tina
With a raised eyebrow the unidentified newcomer replied, “It’s not the plants getting hurt I’m worried about. We’re working with several somewhat dangerous species and chemicals over here. I’m Dr. Cook; can I help you with something?”
“Dr. Cassie Cook?” asked the teenager. “You’re who I’m looking for. The biology librarian said you might be able to help me with some research I’m doing.”
“I see,” said Dr. Cook. “And at the risk of being impolite, may I ask who you are?”
“Sorry, social skills failure yet again. My name is Misty Bridges; I’m a freshman transfer trying to get in good with my biology professor.”
Relaxing slightly Dr. Cook replied, “Ah the virtues of extra credit to the underprepared underclassman. Don’t sweat it Misty; it’s not been that long since I was in your shoes. So what kind of research are you doing?”
“Well it’s kinda over my head really,” Tina said meekly. “I wanted to find out about accelerating plant growth rates by the use of polydichloric euthamol.” While it had been able to identify a portion of the plant material, the BatComputer had very little in the way of solid information on the revolutionary research.
Taken aback by the request, Dr. Cook was momentarily flustered. “Um…, well…, really? Um, exactly which professor did you say you wanted to impress?”
“I’m in Dr. Emil Stancil’s Bio 202 section,” replied the disguised crimefighter, glad she had read over an online faculty listing prior to coming to campus.
“Dr. Emil Stancil?” asked Dr. Cook. “I’ve read the name around campus but we’ve never actually met. How do you like his classes?”
“He’s a good lecturer but is really demanding when it comes to research projects.”
“I see,” replied Dr. Cook. “Well unfortunately Misty, there’s no research into polydichloric euthamol happening at this university. I’ve only seen references to it on the internet as something the military is experimenting with. I think the web will be your best source for info, although I wouldn’t expect to find much.” All the time she was speaking Dr. Cook looked intently at the younger woman.
A bit surprised by the turn the conversation had taken, Tina sensed that Dr. Cook would be of little further help. At least knowingly… “Oh, OK. Gee, I’m sorry for wasting your time. Thanks for your help.”
As the lovely young girl turned to leave, Dr. Cook said with eyes narrowed in thought, “No trouble at all Misty. Please feel free to visit again anytime.”
Exiting the greenhouse, Tina thought to herself, “Oh, I will. And sooner than you can imagine.” There was something about Dr. Cook that just didn’t seem right. “Looks like I’ll be pulling another all-nighter tonight.”
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Later that night Robin’s RedBird cycle winds its way through the post-midnight city streets toward Gotham State University’s main campus. She knew there was more to Dr. Cassie Cook and her work there than met the eye.
Just a few blocks from campus the RedBird’s police radio transmitter crackles to life. “All available units, be advised that the Gorshin Distilled Spirits Factory on Newmar St. has sounded an intruder alarm. Proceed with caution as their security guards report an attack similar to last night’s incident at the Plasti-Chem facility. Repeat: all available units...”
The radio chatter faded into the background as the teenaged Girl Wonder quickly turned her cycle toward the factory location. “Sounds like even more fun to meet Flora in person,” she muttered as she gunned the engine off into the night.
Moments later the powerful RedBird entered the compound. Immediately seeing Gorshin security forces fleeing from one particular building Robin headed that way. Maximizing the element of surprise, Robin rode her cycle up the loading dock ramp and directly into the building itself.
Turning off the engine the teen heroine heard sounds of destruction coming from a steam shrouded area directly ahead. She runs directly ahead determined to catch her foe before she can escape.
Emerging from the misty depths Robin enters a large space dominated by massive machinery, large vats, and a maze of floor-to-ceiling pipes. In the midst of this industrial mayhem is the beautiful young villainess Flora. It is obvious that she has just finished incapacitating another of Gorshin’s security forces and is now bending down prying at a hatch covering one of the many pipes. Before Robin’s astonished eyes the bodystocking-covered young woman pries open a large metal fitting. Extending her gloved hand over the opening she sprays a handful of small seed-like objects directly into the pipe.
The masked criminal’s head snaps up as she hears Robin’s voice cut through the gloom. “Stop right there Flora! Come away from that equipment.”
Her trim figure rising, Flora regards the teenaged newcomer. “Well, well, if it isn’t Robin the Girl Wonder. Look, I don’t have any quarrel with you. I’ve just released an enzyme into the liquid transfer system that will convert all this alcohol and waste products into safe, purified water. I just want to stop the pollution this factory is emitting.”
“You know I can’t just stand by and let you do this,” replied Robin. “Even if what you’re telling me is true, you can’t just break the law and dispense your own justice. Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
Steeling her gaze the villainess young woman flatly said, “I’m sorry, but it looks like it’s going to have to be the hard way my young friend.” And with that Flora crouched and leapt in an impossibly high arc directly toward the young Caped Crusader.
Relying purely on instinct the teen heroine rolled out of the way just as Flora’s nylon-clad feet landed atop the spot she had just been standing on. Pivoting on her booted feet Robin faced her attacker. Stunned by Flora’s abilities, she asked, “How did you do that?”
With an evil gleam, Flora replied, “Oh, I’m just full of surprises, here I’ll show…” Her reply was cut short by the unexpected impact of Robin’s coiled Batrope as it spun about her body. Obviously Robin wasn’t going to let Flora keep her on the defensive.
The graceful heroine firmly planted her shapely nylon-encased legs and pulled the off-guard saboteur toward her in an attempt to overpower her while she held the advantage. However the slightly taller villainess wasn’t quite done yet.
Leaning back against the restraining rope, Flora grabbed the line with both hands and gave a mighty pull, catapulting the unexpecting young girl forward and into her outstretched arms. Flora pulled the teenaged young girl into a deadly embrace, squeezing the breath from the Girl Wonder’s lungs.
“Uunngghh…, can’t…, breathe,” gasped the suddenly captive girl. “Must…, break…, free.” Using all her strength she was able to spin her writhing form to face outward from Flora’s devilish crushing grasp. She struggled desperately within her captor’s unnaturally strong arms.
Looking down Robin saw that Flora’s nylon-clad arms and hands encircled her waist and crossed to grip her by her elbows, on the bare skin between her sleeves and gloves. Suddenly she couldn’t believe her eyes as the opaque green nylon fabric of Flora’s gloves seemed to stretch out and almost CRAWL onto her own arms!
She could feel the tingling creeping of the stretchy material as it wound its way across her skin, as if the material were alive itself. “What…, are you…, doing…, to me?” gasped the struggling young heroine.
Without any evident exertion, the alluring villainess replied, “Say hello to my crowning achievement. It’s a remarkable living blend of living plant material and synthetic nylon. I call it my nylonic symbiont and it helps me do a lot of amazing things.”
Horrified Robin watched as the hideous living fabric encircled her elbows completely, leaving the skin beneath with a weakened tingling sensation. Knowing she had to break free now or never, Robin pushed off with both her booted feet and arched her back as far as her gymnast’s body could stretch. The back of her head smacked directly into the side of Flora’s unprotected face with a resounding THUNK.
Blinded with pain the villainess released her grip on the weakened young girl, the green fabric encircling Robin’s arms snapping back into place on Flora’s hands. Both combatants staggered away from one another, both trying desperately to regroup before the other.
Energized by her escape Robin was first to turn toward the offensive. “The game’s over Flora. Your short lived criminal career is finished.” Robin began reaching for her BatCuffs.
Still recovering from Robin’s powerful head butt, Flora knew she had to act fast. She threw her hand open toward the teen wonder and splayed a small handful of seeds at Robin’s feet. Ready for such an attack Robin leapt easily to the side away from the tiny particles.
But the seeds were just a distraction, allowing Flora a moment to lean down and grasp a large metal valve on a pipe running along the floor. With an effort she spun the heavy wheel.
Instantly a large cloud of pressurized vapor erupted from the pipes at Robin’s feet. She was engulfed in the heavy fog which immediately overwhelmed her. Her eyes began to roll up into her head and her entire body felt heavy and difficult to move. “What’s…, happening…, to me?” she asked sluggishly.
The teenaged heroine became overcome by a cloying grogginess and disorientation. She valiantly tried to remain standing but crumbled to her knees in weakness. She could make out the wavering image of Flora standing in the distance.
Flora’s voice sounded muffled as she said, “It looked like you’re still under age, so I thought you might enjoy a concentrated blast from the alcohol pressurized vapor tanks. How do you like your first cocktail Girl Wonder? Sorry I can’t stay and share a drink with you.”
Unable to stay upright, the drunkened teen heroine slumped forward and rolled onto her back. Weakened by two sleepless nights and Flora’s alcoholic assault, her eyelids fluttered as she saw her bodystocking-clad foe jogging away toward her escape, just as Robin passed out into unconsciousness.
Just a few blocks from campus the RedBird’s police radio transmitter crackles to life. “All available units, be advised that the Gorshin Distilled Spirits Factory on Newmar St. has sounded an intruder alarm. Proceed with caution as their security guards report an attack similar to last night’s incident at the Plasti-Chem facility. Repeat: all available units...”
The radio chatter faded into the background as the teenaged Girl Wonder quickly turned her cycle toward the factory location. “Sounds like even more fun to meet Flora in person,” she muttered as she gunned the engine off into the night.
Moments later the powerful RedBird entered the compound. Immediately seeing Gorshin security forces fleeing from one particular building Robin headed that way. Maximizing the element of surprise, Robin rode her cycle up the loading dock ramp and directly into the building itself.
Turning off the engine the teen heroine heard sounds of destruction coming from a steam shrouded area directly ahead. She runs directly ahead determined to catch her foe before she can escape.
Emerging from the misty depths Robin enters a large space dominated by massive machinery, large vats, and a maze of floor-to-ceiling pipes. In the midst of this industrial mayhem is the beautiful young villainess Flora. It is obvious that she has just finished incapacitating another of Gorshin’s security forces and is now bending down prying at a hatch covering one of the many pipes. Before Robin’s astonished eyes the bodystocking-covered young woman pries open a large metal fitting. Extending her gloved hand over the opening she sprays a handful of small seed-like objects directly into the pipe.
The masked criminal’s head snaps up as she hears Robin’s voice cut through the gloom. “Stop right there Flora! Come away from that equipment.”
Her trim figure rising, Flora regards the teenaged newcomer. “Well, well, if it isn’t Robin the Girl Wonder. Look, I don’t have any quarrel with you. I’ve just released an enzyme into the liquid transfer system that will convert all this alcohol and waste products into safe, purified water. I just want to stop the pollution this factory is emitting.”
“You know I can’t just stand by and let you do this,” replied Robin. “Even if what you’re telling me is true, you can’t just break the law and dispense your own justice. Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
Steeling her gaze the villainess young woman flatly said, “I’m sorry, but it looks like it’s going to have to be the hard way my young friend.” And with that Flora crouched and leapt in an impossibly high arc directly toward the young Caped Crusader.
Relying purely on instinct the teen heroine rolled out of the way just as Flora’s nylon-clad feet landed atop the spot she had just been standing on. Pivoting on her booted feet Robin faced her attacker. Stunned by Flora’s abilities, she asked, “How did you do that?”
With an evil gleam, Flora replied, “Oh, I’m just full of surprises, here I’ll show…” Her reply was cut short by the unexpected impact of Robin’s coiled Batrope as it spun about her body. Obviously Robin wasn’t going to let Flora keep her on the defensive.
The graceful heroine firmly planted her shapely nylon-encased legs and pulled the off-guard saboteur toward her in an attempt to overpower her while she held the advantage. However the slightly taller villainess wasn’t quite done yet.
Leaning back against the restraining rope, Flora grabbed the line with both hands and gave a mighty pull, catapulting the unexpecting young girl forward and into her outstretched arms. Flora pulled the teenaged young girl into a deadly embrace, squeezing the breath from the Girl Wonder’s lungs.
“Uunngghh…, can’t…, breathe,” gasped the suddenly captive girl. “Must…, break…, free.” Using all her strength she was able to spin her writhing form to face outward from Flora’s devilish crushing grasp. She struggled desperately within her captor’s unnaturally strong arms.
Looking down Robin saw that Flora’s nylon-clad arms and hands encircled her waist and crossed to grip her by her elbows, on the bare skin between her sleeves and gloves. Suddenly she couldn’t believe her eyes as the opaque green nylon fabric of Flora’s gloves seemed to stretch out and almost CRAWL onto her own arms!
She could feel the tingling creeping of the stretchy material as it wound its way across her skin, as if the material were alive itself. “What…, are you…, doing…, to me?” gasped the struggling young heroine.
Without any evident exertion, the alluring villainess replied, “Say hello to my crowning achievement. It’s a remarkable living blend of living plant material and synthetic nylon. I call it my nylonic symbiont and it helps me do a lot of amazing things.”
Horrified Robin watched as the hideous living fabric encircled her elbows completely, leaving the skin beneath with a weakened tingling sensation. Knowing she had to break free now or never, Robin pushed off with both her booted feet and arched her back as far as her gymnast’s body could stretch. The back of her head smacked directly into the side of Flora’s unprotected face with a resounding THUNK.
Blinded with pain the villainess released her grip on the weakened young girl, the green fabric encircling Robin’s arms snapping back into place on Flora’s hands. Both combatants staggered away from one another, both trying desperately to regroup before the other.
Energized by her escape Robin was first to turn toward the offensive. “The game’s over Flora. Your short lived criminal career is finished.” Robin began reaching for her BatCuffs.
Still recovering from Robin’s powerful head butt, Flora knew she had to act fast. She threw her hand open toward the teen wonder and splayed a small handful of seeds at Robin’s feet. Ready for such an attack Robin leapt easily to the side away from the tiny particles.
But the seeds were just a distraction, allowing Flora a moment to lean down and grasp a large metal valve on a pipe running along the floor. With an effort she spun the heavy wheel.
Instantly a large cloud of pressurized vapor erupted from the pipes at Robin’s feet. She was engulfed in the heavy fog which immediately overwhelmed her. Her eyes began to roll up into her head and her entire body felt heavy and difficult to move. “What’s…, happening…, to me?” she asked sluggishly.
The teenaged heroine became overcome by a cloying grogginess and disorientation. She valiantly tried to remain standing but crumbled to her knees in weakness. She could make out the wavering image of Flora standing in the distance.
Flora’s voice sounded muffled as she said, “It looked like you’re still under age, so I thought you might enjoy a concentrated blast from the alcohol pressurized vapor tanks. How do you like your first cocktail Girl Wonder? Sorry I can’t stay and share a drink with you.”
Unable to stay upright, the drunkened teen heroine slumped forward and rolled onto her back. Weakened by two sleepless nights and Flora’s alcoholic assault, her eyelids fluttered as she saw her bodystocking-clad foe jogging away toward her escape, just as Robin passed out into unconsciousness.
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Excellent beginning! Is Gorshin's security a subtle reference to Frank Gorshin, the actor who played the the Riddler in the late 60's Batman TV series? Keep up the good work!
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“That should be the last one,” Robin thought to herself as she deactivated the last of the security sensors outside Gotham State University’s greenhouse. Replacing her tools in her utility belt she crept toward the rear side of the glass-walled enclosure. It was a simple matter of then using her BatLock-Pick to gain entry into the darkened interior.
It was just after 3 AM; more than 24 hours had passed since her encounter with Flora at the Gorshin Distilled Spirits Factory. Most of that time the Teen Wonder had spent sleeping off the effects of the villainess’s alcohol vapor attack. “Holy hangover,” the teenage superheroine muttered as she remembered the nausea and headache that had dominated most of the day’s waking hours. “I’ll never touch a drink as long as I live.”
Going back to her original plan, the tights-clad young girl felt there was more going on at the greenhouse than anyone knew. Having visited the greenhouse disguised as GSU freshman Misty Bridges, she had become very suspicious of the greenhouse’s director, Dr. Cassie Cook. Remembering her battle with Flora, Robin detected more than a slight resemblance between the two women. And the Dr.’s reaction at the mention of the criminal’s use of the plant growth accelerant definitely had more behind it.
With silent footfalls and the only sound being the whisper of nylon and spandex, the Girl Wonder searched the greenhouse for any clues to shed light on the current mystery. She looked at exotic plant specimens and tried to find any possible connections to the villainess Flora. The young heroine crept ever silently due to the crowded nature of the oversized space and the myriad of potted plants lining the aisles. Several times she had to wiggle her booted feet free of the ever-present vines.
After completing almost a full circuit of the large room the brave young girl happened to notice a particular vial half hidden behind a stack of textbooks. Holding up the vial she was able to read the handwritten label: Water Purifying Alcohol Neutralizer. This was the second time Robin had glimpsed the small seed-like particles within. Smiling to herself, the tights-clad teenager said, “Now I’ve got you, you flowering felon.”
Turning to leave Robin again felt the slight tug of the floor-covering vines around her ankles and pulled up one leg to step free of the growth.
Suddenly it was as if the innocent vines exploded upward. The leafy vines suddenly sprang at the surprised young crimefighter and instantly wrapped themselves tightly around her lithe figure. “What in the world…,” asked the ensnared young girl as she struggled to free herself from the tightening strands.
Trying desperately to break free only seemed to strengthen the binding plants as trhey held her fast within their monstrous grip. Her arms were pinned to her side making the tools in her utility belt well out of reach. As her nylon covered legs were forced tighter together the helpless young heroine lost her balance, tipping back slightly to lean across the workbench’s surface.
“Devilish…, plants…, have me…, powerless,” gasped Robin as she realized the nature of her predicament. he grip of the fragile looking plants was as solid as one of Penguin’s umbrella traps or Joker’s constricting streamers. “Must…, get free…, before I’m…, discovered!”
“My sweet little bird, I’m afraid you’re already too late for that,” came a familiar voice from behind her. Despair and fear overcame Robin as the speaker moved into view.
“Flora!” hissed the young captive. “Or should I say Dr. Cassie Cook?”
“Robin the Girl Wonder,” taunted the evil villainess. “Or should I say Misty Bridges? Please don’t look so surprised; I knew your story was false when you asked about an unknown compound that I’ve just recently developed. And then you referred to a faculty member by the wrong gender.”
“What are you talking about?” asked the helpless teenager.
Flora’s face took on a mock scolding look. “You get credit for looking up an obscure professor’s name on the internet, my dear. But you had no way of knowing that Dr. Emil Stancil is actually Dr. Emily Stancil, the victim of someone’s poor proofreading. I knew then that someone would come snooping by soon, but I hardly expected you.”
Hoping to buy time, Robin began, “Look Dr. Cook, I also found out a lot about you on the net. About how you were wrongly persecuted for trying to persuade the EPA to better enforce their policies. And I know that the companies you’ve targeted are doing environmental harm. But you can’t just break the law in the name of justice.”
Her bodystocking-clad captor looked at her incredulously. “They kill dozens of species of plant and animal life and because they fall through some convenient legal loopholes I’m supposed to just look the other way? Robin, don’t you see that someone has to make them stop?”
Her mind and emotions awhirl, the bound young girl replies, “Yes I see that. But I also see that breaking the law and destroying their property makes you no better than them. I have to stop you.”
“Brave words Robin, especially considering that you’re my captive, totally within my power, helpless to escape.”
Her struggles resuming, the Teen Wonder announces, “I’ll find a way to defeat your evil schemes Flora!” Try as she might she was unable to free herself from the entwining vines.
Saddened, Flora replies, “I truly doubt that my helpless little prisoner.” And with that Flora walked over to stand near the bound girl’s writhing form. She reached out her gloved hand toward her captive. As the nylonic symbiont living fabric touched the vine’s holding Robin, the vines above her waist parted slightly. The struggling girl gasped as the diabolical Flora made short work of unfastening and removing her famous utility belt. “Now dear young Robin, I can’t have you using your little toys to try and escape.”
“You’ll never…, get away…, with this!” panted the tiring teenage prisoner.
Ignoring her protests, Flora continued, “Girl Wonder, since you’ve decided to remain an obstacle to my plans I am forced to ensure you cannot interfere again. In that regard I need you to observe one of my special little friends here.” Flora then began moving toward a nearby work area. With a gesture the vines binding Robin also moved, effectively lifting the writhing teenager over the worktable’s surface to the area beyond.
The vines hold Robin upright facing a beautiful tropical collection of flowering plants that almost seemed to move in a small hypnotic waver. Both frightened and fascinated, the bound young heroine cannot help asking, “What are you…, going to…, do with me?”
“Behold one of the rarest species of plant in all the world; the tropical Somnambula Sporifica, native to a very small region deep in the jungles of the Yucatan. While not actually a dangerous plant, it does have a very interesting self-defense behavior which it manifests when it senses a warm body nearby.” And with another gesture the inescapable bindings move Robin’s form until she is only a few feet away from the slightly moving growth.
Almost entranced the helpless young girl watches as a brightly colored flower slowly emerges from the plant and moves toward her. Approaching her at slightly below eye level the flower begins a beautiful and slow bloom, with its 5 vibrantly hued petals opening majestically.
Completely unable to move Robin is helpless to avoid the spray of small spores that suddenly launch themselves from the flower’s iris. The tiny spores fly directly into Robin’s face, landing on her exposed skin as well as entering her nose and mouth due to the captive girl’s surprised gasp.
Within moments the powerless teenager feels her eyelids begin to grow heavy. She feels her body begin to grow limp, still held firmly within the vines’ cruel embrace. “Feeling so…, weak,” she mutters, succumbing to the spores tranquilizing effects. “Please…, let me…, go.”
As she fades into slumber, the captured young Robin dimly feels Flora’s gloved hand gently brush aside a stray hair from her forehead. “Oh my sweet little Robin, I can’t let you go. You see, I need your help.”
Her body numb, the teenage heroine’s struggles cease as she is no longer able to resist the flower’s effects. Her eyes finally close and her red, yellow, green, and sheer nylon clad body hangs docile within the vines’ embrace. She is completely within the beautiful Flora’s power, unable to resist whatever fate the alluring villainess has in store for her.
It was just after 3 AM; more than 24 hours had passed since her encounter with Flora at the Gorshin Distilled Spirits Factory. Most of that time the Teen Wonder had spent sleeping off the effects of the villainess’s alcohol vapor attack. “Holy hangover,” the teenage superheroine muttered as she remembered the nausea and headache that had dominated most of the day’s waking hours. “I’ll never touch a drink as long as I live.”
Going back to her original plan, the tights-clad young girl felt there was more going on at the greenhouse than anyone knew. Having visited the greenhouse disguised as GSU freshman Misty Bridges, she had become very suspicious of the greenhouse’s director, Dr. Cassie Cook. Remembering her battle with Flora, Robin detected more than a slight resemblance between the two women. And the Dr.’s reaction at the mention of the criminal’s use of the plant growth accelerant definitely had more behind it.
With silent footfalls and the only sound being the whisper of nylon and spandex, the Girl Wonder searched the greenhouse for any clues to shed light on the current mystery. She looked at exotic plant specimens and tried to find any possible connections to the villainess Flora. The young heroine crept ever silently due to the crowded nature of the oversized space and the myriad of potted plants lining the aisles. Several times she had to wiggle her booted feet free of the ever-present vines.
After completing almost a full circuit of the large room the brave young girl happened to notice a particular vial half hidden behind a stack of textbooks. Holding up the vial she was able to read the handwritten label: Water Purifying Alcohol Neutralizer. This was the second time Robin had glimpsed the small seed-like particles within. Smiling to herself, the tights-clad teenager said, “Now I’ve got you, you flowering felon.”
Turning to leave Robin again felt the slight tug of the floor-covering vines around her ankles and pulled up one leg to step free of the growth.
Suddenly it was as if the innocent vines exploded upward. The leafy vines suddenly sprang at the surprised young crimefighter and instantly wrapped themselves tightly around her lithe figure. “What in the world…,” asked the ensnared young girl as she struggled to free herself from the tightening strands.
Trying desperately to break free only seemed to strengthen the binding plants as trhey held her fast within their monstrous grip. Her arms were pinned to her side making the tools in her utility belt well out of reach. As her nylon covered legs were forced tighter together the helpless young heroine lost her balance, tipping back slightly to lean across the workbench’s surface.
“Devilish…, plants…, have me…, powerless,” gasped Robin as she realized the nature of her predicament. he grip of the fragile looking plants was as solid as one of Penguin’s umbrella traps or Joker’s constricting streamers. “Must…, get free…, before I’m…, discovered!”
“My sweet little bird, I’m afraid you’re already too late for that,” came a familiar voice from behind her. Despair and fear overcame Robin as the speaker moved into view.
“Flora!” hissed the young captive. “Or should I say Dr. Cassie Cook?”
“Robin the Girl Wonder,” taunted the evil villainess. “Or should I say Misty Bridges? Please don’t look so surprised; I knew your story was false when you asked about an unknown compound that I’ve just recently developed. And then you referred to a faculty member by the wrong gender.”
“What are you talking about?” asked the helpless teenager.
Flora’s face took on a mock scolding look. “You get credit for looking up an obscure professor’s name on the internet, my dear. But you had no way of knowing that Dr. Emil Stancil is actually Dr. Emily Stancil, the victim of someone’s poor proofreading. I knew then that someone would come snooping by soon, but I hardly expected you.”
Hoping to buy time, Robin began, “Look Dr. Cook, I also found out a lot about you on the net. About how you were wrongly persecuted for trying to persuade the EPA to better enforce their policies. And I know that the companies you’ve targeted are doing environmental harm. But you can’t just break the law in the name of justice.”
Her bodystocking-clad captor looked at her incredulously. “They kill dozens of species of plant and animal life and because they fall through some convenient legal loopholes I’m supposed to just look the other way? Robin, don’t you see that someone has to make them stop?”
Her mind and emotions awhirl, the bound young girl replies, “Yes I see that. But I also see that breaking the law and destroying their property makes you no better than them. I have to stop you.”
“Brave words Robin, especially considering that you’re my captive, totally within my power, helpless to escape.”
Her struggles resuming, the Teen Wonder announces, “I’ll find a way to defeat your evil schemes Flora!” Try as she might she was unable to free herself from the entwining vines.
Saddened, Flora replies, “I truly doubt that my helpless little prisoner.” And with that Flora walked over to stand near the bound girl’s writhing form. She reached out her gloved hand toward her captive. As the nylonic symbiont living fabric touched the vine’s holding Robin, the vines above her waist parted slightly. The struggling girl gasped as the diabolical Flora made short work of unfastening and removing her famous utility belt. “Now dear young Robin, I can’t have you using your little toys to try and escape.”
“You’ll never…, get away…, with this!” panted the tiring teenage prisoner.
Ignoring her protests, Flora continued, “Girl Wonder, since you’ve decided to remain an obstacle to my plans I am forced to ensure you cannot interfere again. In that regard I need you to observe one of my special little friends here.” Flora then began moving toward a nearby work area. With a gesture the vines binding Robin also moved, effectively lifting the writhing teenager over the worktable’s surface to the area beyond.
The vines hold Robin upright facing a beautiful tropical collection of flowering plants that almost seemed to move in a small hypnotic waver. Both frightened and fascinated, the bound young heroine cannot help asking, “What are you…, going to…, do with me?”
“Behold one of the rarest species of plant in all the world; the tropical Somnambula Sporifica, native to a very small region deep in the jungles of the Yucatan. While not actually a dangerous plant, it does have a very interesting self-defense behavior which it manifests when it senses a warm body nearby.” And with another gesture the inescapable bindings move Robin’s form until she is only a few feet away from the slightly moving growth.
Almost entranced the helpless young girl watches as a brightly colored flower slowly emerges from the plant and moves toward her. Approaching her at slightly below eye level the flower begins a beautiful and slow bloom, with its 5 vibrantly hued petals opening majestically.
Completely unable to move Robin is helpless to avoid the spray of small spores that suddenly launch themselves from the flower’s iris. The tiny spores fly directly into Robin’s face, landing on her exposed skin as well as entering her nose and mouth due to the captive girl’s surprised gasp.
Within moments the powerless teenager feels her eyelids begin to grow heavy. She feels her body begin to grow limp, still held firmly within the vines’ cruel embrace. “Feeling so…, weak,” she mutters, succumbing to the spores tranquilizing effects. “Please…, let me…, go.”
As she fades into slumber, the captured young Robin dimly feels Flora’s gloved hand gently brush aside a stray hair from her forehead. “Oh my sweet little Robin, I can’t let you go. You see, I need your help.”
Her body numb, the teenage heroine’s struggles cease as she is no longer able to resist the flower’s effects. Her eyes finally close and her red, yellow, green, and sheer nylon clad body hangs docile within the vines’ embrace. She is completely within the beautiful Flora’s power, unable to resist whatever fate the alluring villainess has in store for her.
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Thanks all for the kind words and encouragement. I'm really enjoying this one; I always map out the story before I begin writing so as not to write myself into a corner. But this one seems to keep wiggling a little away from my original plan. More to come.
By the by, pzgr6 I will be doing a female Green Lantern story soon. I have some fun ideas floating around for that one.
I'll update here soon.
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By the by, pzgr6 I will be doing a female Green Lantern story soon. I have some fun ideas floating around for that one.
I'll update here soon.
:twisted:
Can't move... This device... holding me by my... sheer tights... has me powerless!
Thanks for the info sign, also I know the feeling of a story that gets away from ya, fun isn't it? Wait what was I wanting do?sign4deaf wrote:Thanks all for the kind words and encouragement. I'm really enjoying this one; I always map out the story before I begin writing so as not to write myself into a corner. But this one seems to keep wiggling a little away from my original plan. More to come.
By the by, pzgr6 I will be doing a female Green Lantern story soon. I have some fun ideas floating around for that one.
I'll update here soon.
:twisted:
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
Slowly, a small spark of consciousness begins to shine into Robin’s perception. Over the course of several minutes she begins to become aware of herself and her surroundings. As if emerging from a warm cocoon of softness the teenaged heroine slowly feels the effects of Flora’s plant fade away. Wakefulness brings with it the memories of her encounter with the villainess eco-terrorist. Knowing she must act, the drowsy young girl sloughs off the remnants of her enforced slumber.
Opening her eyes reveals a set of industrial looking light fixtures on the ceiling above, connected by a revealed cord. She realizes that she is lying on her back staring up. Groggily regaining her senses the recovering young girl takes stock of her situation.
By attempting to rise she learns that she is unable to raise herself from her prone position. Turning her head to the side reveals that she is lying atop a table or workbench that is covered with a thick layer of vines and leaves. This layer of foliage is somehow adhering itself to her back, arms, and legs, making it impossible for her to stand.
Her glances also inform her that various pieces of her costume have been removed by her captor. In addition to the loss of her utility belt, it seems as if Flora has removed the frightened young heroine’s cape, gloves, and boots. This is presumably a precaution against Robin pulling herself free from these items and using that mobility to attempt escape.
As it is now the devilish plants have some sort of secretion which has a firm grip onto Robin’s arms, back, and her shapely tights-encased legs. Even the most exhaustive of struggles brings the beautiful young captive any closer to freedom. While she can still feel the presence of the mask protecting her secret identity, she cannot help but feel very vulnerable to whatever plans Flora has for her. Increased struggles of her nylon-clad legs yield only further despair.
After a few minutes of stretching and pulling to the extent of her bound mobility, the helpless Teen Wonder is unable to keep herself from tears of frustration and some genuine fear. While she has been captured by many arch-villains in the past, there is something about her current predicament which eludes her ability to control. Perhaps it is Flora’s determination that, no matter her own personal regrets, the job must get done. Rarely has Robin felt so vulnerable and helpless while captive of such a foe.
It is then that Flora enters the room to observe the powerless young girl held fast within her clutches. Walking up to the table upon which Robin is held, she says, “So my precious little bird, how are you feeling after your nap?”
Her voice unable to disguise her true emotions, the helpless heroine replies, “I’d feel better if I could…, uugghh…, break free and…, uugghh…, show you some manners.” Arching her back and continuing to pull her limbs free of the fiendish plant’s hold yields no results. Always having enjoyed the feel of her uniform, especially the nylon of her sheer tights, the pulling and shifting of her costume and tights now carried with it a sense of betrayal.
“Yes”, answered the reluctant villainess, “I’m sure you would. But as I said earlier, I can’t have you interfering with my plans. And I do truly need your help.”
Anger and frustration were evident in the captured teen’s reply. “You may have me in your power for now, but you know that there’s no way that I will ever help you in your evil schemes, however noble you think they may be.”
“Sweet Robin, my ‘schemes’ as you call them have only the highest goals. And as such, I will use every power at my disposal to ensure their success. Including very effective persuasion to make you do anything I desire. Anything.”
A frightening chill passed through Robin’s vulnerable body as she asked, “What are…, you going to do with me?” She trembled slightly at the villainess’ words.
“Well, simply put, I need you to get me authorization to attend today’s groundbreaking ceremony for the new GothCorp Petroleum Refinery Complex on Gotham Cove.”
Eyes wide Robin said, “You’re insane! No one but invited media and VIPs are allowed anywhere near that site. I’m sure you know that security there will be tighter than anything you can imagine.”
“Exactly, my helpless little bird. The only way someone could get in or out would be if they were on that ultra-exclusive invitation list. And I think that the only last-minute way to get on that list would be if our esteemed police commissioner got a phone call from a certain teenaged superheroine.”
The teen captive gasped, “There’s no way I would ever do any such thing!”
“My sweet young captive, during our brief encounter at the distilled spirits factory, I’m sure you recall the touch of my wonderfully tight nylonic symbiont. Well, in addition to enhancing my strength it also provides me with a somewhat telepathic ability to communicate, which is how I can control the plants I lovingly use in my plans.”
“That’s horrible, forcing helpless vegetation to do your evil bidding.”
Flora smiled. “I know you think so my dear. But I have discovered other species that are susceptible to my enhanced psychic power.” While she spoke she ran tightly gloved fingertips across Robin’s immobile nylon-clad leg, the captive young girl squirming underneath the tingling touch.
“No! You can’t think that you could control me. You just can’t,” gasped the frightened young heroine.
“Oh sweet dear Robin, not only can I, but regretfully, I must.” And with that she moved her lightly roaming hand up Robin’s leg to the point where the helpless heroine’s sheer tights emerged from her bright green trunks.
“Please…, no! Stop, please, you can’t,” pleaded the bound young girl.
With a look of almost sadness Flora gently but firmly placed the palm of her hand down against Robin’s nylon covered leg. A gasp escaped the young girl’s pink lips as she felt tiny tendrils of living fabric snake their way out from the villainess’ glove and onto her leg.
With a maddeningly tingling sensation she could feel the tendrils extend slightly away from Flora’s glove. Then they gently probed downward and wound their way beneath the sheer nylon fabric of her own tights. “Dear God, please stop this!” she begged.
But without remorse the microscopic fibers pulsed and moved until they were actually entering the pores of her skin. Her struggles ceasing, the seventeen year old captive felt completely helpless as her leg is invaded by these miniscule tendrils, painlessly burrowing into her tender flesh.
Suddenly it is as if all of Robin’s fear, frustration, and her very free will is dissolving. She feels as if she is floating effortlessly, unaffected by the world around her. As if from a great distance she dimly hears Flora say, “Yesssss, that’s it… The primary sensual nerve cluster… Yes Robin, now you’ll be completely unable to resist me…”
And strangely enough these words didn’t frighten or anger the euphoric girl. While part of her knew she was still a helpless captive of the villainess Flora, she felt totally at peace. She knew that anything her captor desired from her, she would happily comply with. She was a puppet manipulated by whisper thin strands of psychic pleasure.
As if in a dream she sees herself, not only through her own eyes, but through the gaze of the young woman standing over her. She admires her own lithe figure lying now relaxed on the bed of plants holding her. She can see the look of hypnotized pleasure on not only her face but that of the beautiful Flora. Both women are now deeply connected, such that their breathing has become synchronized.
Now the young girl watches as Flora slowly pulls her other hand forward to reveal Robin’s utility belt communicator. The tiniest spark of resistance is gently overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. “Sweet little Robin, how do we activate this to contact police headquarters?”
Her will completely submerged within Flora’s own, she is helpless to even consider fighting. “Press the…, oohh…, red switch on the side. Oohh…, then bring it closer to me.”
Doing as instructed the beautiful brunette scientist brings the communicator to within a few inches of Robin’s moist lips. “Open frequency red seven, voiceprint Robin.”
Within a few moments a voice can be heard issuing from the small device. “Robin? This is Commissioner Gordon. What can I do for you?”
Suddenly instructions from Flora clearly emerge into Robin’s mind and she knows she must obey them. “Commissioner, I don’t have time to explain right now, but I need you to contact your security detail out at the refinery groundbreaking site. I need you to have Dr. Cassie Cook granted full access to the event.”
With only a short pause, the commissioner replies, “Well, of course Girl Wonder. Right away. Is anything happening that I should alert my people to?”
“Not at all commissioner. There’s just some scientific details that need to be observed, that’s all.” The implanted lie came smoothly to Robin’s lips.
“Well that’s a relief. Robin, are you going to be going to the site yourself?” came the inquiry.
Controlled by Flora’s deep sensual connection, the Girl Wonder replied, “No I won’t be there; I’m tied up with something else at the moment. Robin out.”
Opening her eyes reveals a set of industrial looking light fixtures on the ceiling above, connected by a revealed cord. She realizes that she is lying on her back staring up. Groggily regaining her senses the recovering young girl takes stock of her situation.
By attempting to rise she learns that she is unable to raise herself from her prone position. Turning her head to the side reveals that she is lying atop a table or workbench that is covered with a thick layer of vines and leaves. This layer of foliage is somehow adhering itself to her back, arms, and legs, making it impossible for her to stand.
Her glances also inform her that various pieces of her costume have been removed by her captor. In addition to the loss of her utility belt, it seems as if Flora has removed the frightened young heroine’s cape, gloves, and boots. This is presumably a precaution against Robin pulling herself free from these items and using that mobility to attempt escape.
As it is now the devilish plants have some sort of secretion which has a firm grip onto Robin’s arms, back, and her shapely tights-encased legs. Even the most exhaustive of struggles brings the beautiful young captive any closer to freedom. While she can still feel the presence of the mask protecting her secret identity, she cannot help but feel very vulnerable to whatever plans Flora has for her. Increased struggles of her nylon-clad legs yield only further despair.
After a few minutes of stretching and pulling to the extent of her bound mobility, the helpless Teen Wonder is unable to keep herself from tears of frustration and some genuine fear. While she has been captured by many arch-villains in the past, there is something about her current predicament which eludes her ability to control. Perhaps it is Flora’s determination that, no matter her own personal regrets, the job must get done. Rarely has Robin felt so vulnerable and helpless while captive of such a foe.
It is then that Flora enters the room to observe the powerless young girl held fast within her clutches. Walking up to the table upon which Robin is held, she says, “So my precious little bird, how are you feeling after your nap?”
Her voice unable to disguise her true emotions, the helpless heroine replies, “I’d feel better if I could…, uugghh…, break free and…, uugghh…, show you some manners.” Arching her back and continuing to pull her limbs free of the fiendish plant’s hold yields no results. Always having enjoyed the feel of her uniform, especially the nylon of her sheer tights, the pulling and shifting of her costume and tights now carried with it a sense of betrayal.
“Yes”, answered the reluctant villainess, “I’m sure you would. But as I said earlier, I can’t have you interfering with my plans. And I do truly need your help.”
Anger and frustration were evident in the captured teen’s reply. “You may have me in your power for now, but you know that there’s no way that I will ever help you in your evil schemes, however noble you think they may be.”
“Sweet Robin, my ‘schemes’ as you call them have only the highest goals. And as such, I will use every power at my disposal to ensure their success. Including very effective persuasion to make you do anything I desire. Anything.”
A frightening chill passed through Robin’s vulnerable body as she asked, “What are…, you going to do with me?” She trembled slightly at the villainess’ words.
“Well, simply put, I need you to get me authorization to attend today’s groundbreaking ceremony for the new GothCorp Petroleum Refinery Complex on Gotham Cove.”
Eyes wide Robin said, “You’re insane! No one but invited media and VIPs are allowed anywhere near that site. I’m sure you know that security there will be tighter than anything you can imagine.”
“Exactly, my helpless little bird. The only way someone could get in or out would be if they were on that ultra-exclusive invitation list. And I think that the only last-minute way to get on that list would be if our esteemed police commissioner got a phone call from a certain teenaged superheroine.”
The teen captive gasped, “There’s no way I would ever do any such thing!”
“My sweet young captive, during our brief encounter at the distilled spirits factory, I’m sure you recall the touch of my wonderfully tight nylonic symbiont. Well, in addition to enhancing my strength it also provides me with a somewhat telepathic ability to communicate, which is how I can control the plants I lovingly use in my plans.”
“That’s horrible, forcing helpless vegetation to do your evil bidding.”
Flora smiled. “I know you think so my dear. But I have discovered other species that are susceptible to my enhanced psychic power.” While she spoke she ran tightly gloved fingertips across Robin’s immobile nylon-clad leg, the captive young girl squirming underneath the tingling touch.
“No! You can’t think that you could control me. You just can’t,” gasped the frightened young heroine.
“Oh sweet dear Robin, not only can I, but regretfully, I must.” And with that she moved her lightly roaming hand up Robin’s leg to the point where the helpless heroine’s sheer tights emerged from her bright green trunks.
“Please…, no! Stop, please, you can’t,” pleaded the bound young girl.
With a look of almost sadness Flora gently but firmly placed the palm of her hand down against Robin’s nylon covered leg. A gasp escaped the young girl’s pink lips as she felt tiny tendrils of living fabric snake their way out from the villainess’ glove and onto her leg.
With a maddeningly tingling sensation she could feel the tendrils extend slightly away from Flora’s glove. Then they gently probed downward and wound their way beneath the sheer nylon fabric of her own tights. “Dear God, please stop this!” she begged.
But without remorse the microscopic fibers pulsed and moved until they were actually entering the pores of her skin. Her struggles ceasing, the seventeen year old captive felt completely helpless as her leg is invaded by these miniscule tendrils, painlessly burrowing into her tender flesh.
Suddenly it is as if all of Robin’s fear, frustration, and her very free will is dissolving. She feels as if she is floating effortlessly, unaffected by the world around her. As if from a great distance she dimly hears Flora say, “Yesssss, that’s it… The primary sensual nerve cluster… Yes Robin, now you’ll be completely unable to resist me…”
And strangely enough these words didn’t frighten or anger the euphoric girl. While part of her knew she was still a helpless captive of the villainess Flora, she felt totally at peace. She knew that anything her captor desired from her, she would happily comply with. She was a puppet manipulated by whisper thin strands of psychic pleasure.
As if in a dream she sees herself, not only through her own eyes, but through the gaze of the young woman standing over her. She admires her own lithe figure lying now relaxed on the bed of plants holding her. She can see the look of hypnotized pleasure on not only her face but that of the beautiful Flora. Both women are now deeply connected, such that their breathing has become synchronized.
Now the young girl watches as Flora slowly pulls her other hand forward to reveal Robin’s utility belt communicator. The tiniest spark of resistance is gently overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. “Sweet little Robin, how do we activate this to contact police headquarters?”
Her will completely submerged within Flora’s own, she is helpless to even consider fighting. “Press the…, oohh…, red switch on the side. Oohh…, then bring it closer to me.”
Doing as instructed the beautiful brunette scientist brings the communicator to within a few inches of Robin’s moist lips. “Open frequency red seven, voiceprint Robin.”
Within a few moments a voice can be heard issuing from the small device. “Robin? This is Commissioner Gordon. What can I do for you?”
Suddenly instructions from Flora clearly emerge into Robin’s mind and she knows she must obey them. “Commissioner, I don’t have time to explain right now, but I need you to contact your security detail out at the refinery groundbreaking site. I need you to have Dr. Cassie Cook granted full access to the event.”
With only a short pause, the commissioner replies, “Well, of course Girl Wonder. Right away. Is anything happening that I should alert my people to?”
“Not at all commissioner. There’s just some scientific details that need to be observed, that’s all.” The implanted lie came smoothly to Robin’s lips.
“Well that’s a relief. Robin, are you going to be going to the site yourself?” came the inquiry.
Controlled by Flora’s deep sensual connection, the Girl Wonder replied, “No I won’t be there; I’m tied up with something else at the moment. Robin out.”
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Awesome update, Sign! I thought the nylonic symbiont would play a major role in this story, but I didn't foresee this! I'm glad that Flora isn't truly sadistic. The mind control tendrils could have been rather painful. I admire the characterization of Flora! Truly brilliant! How will poor Robin ever get out of this one? Eagerly awaiting the next installment! 8)
The diabolical villainess Flora lowered Robin’s communicator and then tossed it casually aside as she stood above the motionless young heroine. Her gloved hand still had its tendrils of nylon and plant material that had come forth to connect with Robin’s nervous system, rendering her completely compliant in the face of the villainess’ commands.
Still enmeshed within Flora’s telepathic web, the vulnerable Teen Wonder had no defenses she could muster. A small part of her mind maintained her own perspective and was horrified at how easily she had been overpowered, not only through physical battle but within her very consciousness.
Lying there she knew she was completely open to any manipulation or exploration by her captor. “What if she wants to learn my secret identity?” her mind whispered to itself. All walls of emotional defense had been breached; Robin was more helpless than she had ever been before.
The worst part of the encounter was that, in some small way, the captured teenager had welcomed and embraced this most intimate of touches. Both Robin and her secret identity Tina Drake had always been forced to maintain tight control over every facet of their lives. But now she had been gently overwhelmed by a warmth and emotional contact that she was totally unprepared for.
Did this mean that she was now, or possibly always been, especially vulnerable to telepathic control? Was she more susceptible to psychic manipulation than other heroines? With new challenges and villains emerging every day, was it only a matter of time before she was permanently defeated by someone able to utterly control her thoughts through this mental violation?
But still she lay as captive to Flora’s emotional bonds as well as the physical trap ensnaring her. Aware of so many sensations, both physical and ethereal, she could feel the warm contact of Flora’s mind as well as the warm touch of her gloved hand upon Robin’s tights covered thigh. She was now dealing with the simple fact that a part of her welcomed both touches.
“Oohh…, Girl Wonder,” breathed the entranced villainess both vocally and mentally. “Such intimacy…, it’s very…, distracting. Hmmm.”
“Yesss…,” the captive teenager had to admit. “And I…, feel your…, oohh…, reluctance to…, destroy me.”
“Very…, true my…, precious. But I…, can feel…, ummmm…, you too. You don’t…, want to…, truly resist.” Through their psychic bond both women could feel the silent tears run from the captive young heroine’s eyes as she knew the truth of Flora’s thoughts/words.
With an almost hesitant sadness the diabolical captor began to slowly sever the powerful connection between the two beautiful women. Waves of regret washed over them both as Flora slowly withdrew from Robin’s innermost depths. Within moments the tendrils had again reformed as part of the living bodystocking. The only connection was the warm absentminded stroking the nylon clad villainess was doing to the lithe young girl’s tights.
At last regaining control of her consciousness, silent sobs escaped the helpless teen girl. “You fiend,” she said quietly. “How could you do such a thing, to another woman? How could you?” Even though she realized that the villainess had chosen to not go rummaging through her thoughts and secrets, she lay there feeling utterly violated.
There were also tears drying upon Flora’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry dear. Truly. But you know that I can’t let anything stop me from working against these terrible forces that are destroying our world. I hate that there was no other way.” Steeling herself she ceased the massage of Robin’s leg and removed her hand from the young girl’s tights.
The helpless teen heroine again weakly struggled against the adhesive vines only to discover that their grasp had in no way relented. Bravely she said, “So, I know that there’s no way you’ll let me go. So let’s just get on with it.”
Ashamed at the blunt honestly of the girl’s appraisal, Flora sighed and then got back to the business at hand. “Yes, I’m afraid you’re right.” She slowly moved to a far corner of the room and returned moments later pushing a flat pallet-sized cart, positioning the cart near the captive Robin’s bootless feet.
Able to slightly angle her head downward the powerless Girl Wonder was able to see what rode atop the cart. Flora explained, “This is the end Robin. Meet the last living specimen of Venusia devourosa, the giant Venus flytrap. She will slowly draw you in, where you will be digested ever so slowly by her mildly acidic interior juices. I truly wish there were another way.”
“You’re a monster,” the trembling captive young girl replied. “You may have defeated me but someone out there will stop you.”
The shapely young woman placed one symbiont covered hand upon the large flytrap abomination and the other on a small section of the adhesive vines forming Robin’s inescapable prison. She was obviously communing with them, providing final instructions for the lithe young girl’s final fate.
Turning silently to leave, the diabolical villainess stopped as she heard a quiet, “Please…, no,” escape her captive’s quivering lips. With a mix of heartbreaking sadness and cruelty Flora resumes her departure and quietly exits.
The imperiled young heroine resumes frantic struggles against her bonds as she feels her living bindings slowly begin to slide down toward the opening maw of the devilish flytrap. With icy fear gripping her heart she knows she is done for, with no hope of escape or rescue.
With agonizing slowness the vines holding her pinned move toward the source of her doom. She feels her tights encased feet slide off the table and slowly enter the sticky moistness of the giant plant’s mouth. She vainly tries to recoil as the wetness seems to fold itself against her feet and ankles, sheathed in her sheer nylon tights. While the nylon fabric covering her legs has been a slight protective, as well as enticing, element of her uniform, she knows that it cannot withstand the long term acidic nature of the flytrap’s ensnarement.
As her knees and then upper thighs become entrapped by the flytrap, she suddenly realizes that the adhesive vines holding her captive have fallen away from the backs of her legs as they entered the flytrap. It is as if the vines sense and are able to avoid the flytrap’s deadly ministrations.
A blast of hope explodes in Robin’s mind. While she had continuously trying to pull free from the vines, she now wound her fingers around them and mightily pulled the plant layer around her like a living blanket. As her legs continued their descent into the spongy stickiness the vines were now unable to completely release the Girl Wonder to fall into the plant’s maw.
As she was now drawn in almost to her trim waist she could feel that her cocoon of vines was now also being taken into the plant’s opening. The downward pull of the vines slowed as it began to slip inside the flytrap’s mouth. Robin’s hold on the vines remained constant, pulling them ever further into the trap that threatened her own demise.
With an eerie desperation the cruel vine captor tried to pull itself away from the girl holding it tightly. Just as she’d hoped the vines now reacted by neutralizing whatever adhesive compound they had used to secure the Teen Wonder. This was the chance she’d been waiting for. With a grunt of exertion Robin flung open her arms and threw her weight to one side. Now free of the cloying adhesive her body rolled and fell off the table surface and she was able to kick free from the ensnarement of the flytrap’s mouth just as it closed. Her shapely tights covered legs, smeared with the slime from the plant’s interior, pulled free, allowing her to roll away from both the sinister vines and the devilish Venus flytrap.
Pausing just a moment to catch her breath the embattled young girl stood on shaky legs. She wobbled through the room until she discovered her stolen cape, boots, and gloves. Donning these items helped restore her fighting spirit. She then spied her utility belt atop another workbench. Fastening it around her lithe waist she looked down to see the broken fragments of her utility belt communicator, damaged when Flora had thrown it across the room.
With no hope of alerting the construction site security force in time to prevent Flora’s arrival, the recovering young heroine knew she only had one option: she had to stop the diabolical villainess herself. Aloud she said, “All right Flora, it’s time we end this, once and for all.” And with that the beautiful young Girl Wonder raced off to find and confront the fiendish beauty.
Still enmeshed within Flora’s telepathic web, the vulnerable Teen Wonder had no defenses she could muster. A small part of her mind maintained her own perspective and was horrified at how easily she had been overpowered, not only through physical battle but within her very consciousness.
Lying there she knew she was completely open to any manipulation or exploration by her captor. “What if she wants to learn my secret identity?” her mind whispered to itself. All walls of emotional defense had been breached; Robin was more helpless than she had ever been before.
The worst part of the encounter was that, in some small way, the captured teenager had welcomed and embraced this most intimate of touches. Both Robin and her secret identity Tina Drake had always been forced to maintain tight control over every facet of their lives. But now she had been gently overwhelmed by a warmth and emotional contact that she was totally unprepared for.
Did this mean that she was now, or possibly always been, especially vulnerable to telepathic control? Was she more susceptible to psychic manipulation than other heroines? With new challenges and villains emerging every day, was it only a matter of time before she was permanently defeated by someone able to utterly control her thoughts through this mental violation?
But still she lay as captive to Flora’s emotional bonds as well as the physical trap ensnaring her. Aware of so many sensations, both physical and ethereal, she could feel the warm contact of Flora’s mind as well as the warm touch of her gloved hand upon Robin’s tights covered thigh. She was now dealing with the simple fact that a part of her welcomed both touches.
“Oohh…, Girl Wonder,” breathed the entranced villainess both vocally and mentally. “Such intimacy…, it’s very…, distracting. Hmmm.”
“Yesss…,” the captive teenager had to admit. “And I…, feel your…, oohh…, reluctance to…, destroy me.”
“Very…, true my…, precious. But I…, can feel…, ummmm…, you too. You don’t…, want to…, truly resist.” Through their psychic bond both women could feel the silent tears run from the captive young heroine’s eyes as she knew the truth of Flora’s thoughts/words.
With an almost hesitant sadness the diabolical captor began to slowly sever the powerful connection between the two beautiful women. Waves of regret washed over them both as Flora slowly withdrew from Robin’s innermost depths. Within moments the tendrils had again reformed as part of the living bodystocking. The only connection was the warm absentminded stroking the nylon clad villainess was doing to the lithe young girl’s tights.
At last regaining control of her consciousness, silent sobs escaped the helpless teen girl. “You fiend,” she said quietly. “How could you do such a thing, to another woman? How could you?” Even though she realized that the villainess had chosen to not go rummaging through her thoughts and secrets, she lay there feeling utterly violated.
There were also tears drying upon Flora’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry dear. Truly. But you know that I can’t let anything stop me from working against these terrible forces that are destroying our world. I hate that there was no other way.” Steeling herself she ceased the massage of Robin’s leg and removed her hand from the young girl’s tights.
The helpless teen heroine again weakly struggled against the adhesive vines only to discover that their grasp had in no way relented. Bravely she said, “So, I know that there’s no way you’ll let me go. So let’s just get on with it.”
Ashamed at the blunt honestly of the girl’s appraisal, Flora sighed and then got back to the business at hand. “Yes, I’m afraid you’re right.” She slowly moved to a far corner of the room and returned moments later pushing a flat pallet-sized cart, positioning the cart near the captive Robin’s bootless feet.
Able to slightly angle her head downward the powerless Girl Wonder was able to see what rode atop the cart. Flora explained, “This is the end Robin. Meet the last living specimen of Venusia devourosa, the giant Venus flytrap. She will slowly draw you in, where you will be digested ever so slowly by her mildly acidic interior juices. I truly wish there were another way.”
“You’re a monster,” the trembling captive young girl replied. “You may have defeated me but someone out there will stop you.”
The shapely young woman placed one symbiont covered hand upon the large flytrap abomination and the other on a small section of the adhesive vines forming Robin’s inescapable prison. She was obviously communing with them, providing final instructions for the lithe young girl’s final fate.
Turning silently to leave, the diabolical villainess stopped as she heard a quiet, “Please…, no,” escape her captive’s quivering lips. With a mix of heartbreaking sadness and cruelty Flora resumes her departure and quietly exits.
The imperiled young heroine resumes frantic struggles against her bonds as she feels her living bindings slowly begin to slide down toward the opening maw of the devilish flytrap. With icy fear gripping her heart she knows she is done for, with no hope of escape or rescue.
With agonizing slowness the vines holding her pinned move toward the source of her doom. She feels her tights encased feet slide off the table and slowly enter the sticky moistness of the giant plant’s mouth. She vainly tries to recoil as the wetness seems to fold itself against her feet and ankles, sheathed in her sheer nylon tights. While the nylon fabric covering her legs has been a slight protective, as well as enticing, element of her uniform, she knows that it cannot withstand the long term acidic nature of the flytrap’s ensnarement.
As her knees and then upper thighs become entrapped by the flytrap, she suddenly realizes that the adhesive vines holding her captive have fallen away from the backs of her legs as they entered the flytrap. It is as if the vines sense and are able to avoid the flytrap’s deadly ministrations.
A blast of hope explodes in Robin’s mind. While she had continuously trying to pull free from the vines, she now wound her fingers around them and mightily pulled the plant layer around her like a living blanket. As her legs continued their descent into the spongy stickiness the vines were now unable to completely release the Girl Wonder to fall into the plant’s maw.
As she was now drawn in almost to her trim waist she could feel that her cocoon of vines was now also being taken into the plant’s opening. The downward pull of the vines slowed as it began to slip inside the flytrap’s mouth. Robin’s hold on the vines remained constant, pulling them ever further into the trap that threatened her own demise.
With an eerie desperation the cruel vine captor tried to pull itself away from the girl holding it tightly. Just as she’d hoped the vines now reacted by neutralizing whatever adhesive compound they had used to secure the Teen Wonder. This was the chance she’d been waiting for. With a grunt of exertion Robin flung open her arms and threw her weight to one side. Now free of the cloying adhesive her body rolled and fell off the table surface and she was able to kick free from the ensnarement of the flytrap’s mouth just as it closed. Her shapely tights covered legs, smeared with the slime from the plant’s interior, pulled free, allowing her to roll away from both the sinister vines and the devilish Venus flytrap.
Pausing just a moment to catch her breath the embattled young girl stood on shaky legs. She wobbled through the room until she discovered her stolen cape, boots, and gloves. Donning these items helped restore her fighting spirit. She then spied her utility belt atop another workbench. Fastening it around her lithe waist she looked down to see the broken fragments of her utility belt communicator, damaged when Flora had thrown it across the room.
With no hope of alerting the construction site security force in time to prevent Flora’s arrival, the recovering young heroine knew she only had one option: she had to stop the diabolical villainess herself. Aloud she said, “All right Flora, it’s time we end this, once and for all.” And with that the beautiful young Girl Wonder raced off to find and confront the fiendish beauty.
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“Nice timing Dr. Cook,” said the smiling GothCorp security officer. “We just got the word from the police to add you to the VIP guest list.” He handed her back her identification through her open car window.
She smiled her best ‘what-do-girls-know-anyway’ look at the young man and said, “I’m just glad to get here on time.”
“Oh you’ve got plenty of time; the TV crew is just starting to set up. That’s the groundbreaking site down there and you can park over by that stand of trees.”
“Thanks so much for your help,” replied the disguised super-villainess as she pulled away toward the parking area. Even though things hadn’t started yet, Flora had a lot to do beforehand. Parking her car, she got out, looking in the direction of the ceremony site itself.
She could see the small clearing where the actual ceremony would take place. The television crew was set up facing away from her. Beyond them was a patch of soft earth fronted by a small podium emblazoned with the hated GothCorp logo. Arranged on either side were several chairs, obviously for corporate big-wigs and such. Beside the podium stood a golden shovel to be used for the all-important symbolic turning of the soil. Behind the ceremony area stood a gleaming collection of large earth-moving equipment; bulldozers, cranes, forklifts, and such.
Seeing these implements of destruction so boldly displayed in the pristine setting broke the heart of the young woman. These travesties stood in the midst of the beautiful deep forest that had grown right up to the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea. The 200 foot drop to the rocky shore below only added to the majesty of the forested area.
Tearing herself away from the tableau the beautiful young activist slipped quietly into the forest beyond her car, going completely unnoticed by anyone present. Tears of anger and loss filled her eyes as she made her way deeper into the woods. Finding a secluded spot about one hundred yards in she stopped and began her transformation into her villainous alter-ego.
After simply slipping off her shoes, pants, and shirt, the alluring Flora stood in the copse of trees. Quickly she fastened her belt around her trim waist and slipped her green eyemask into place. She could almost feel the power of the skintight nylonic symbiont as it fed off the power of its lush surroundings.
The heady excitement and triumph of this moment was only offset by the lingering melancholy at what she had been forced to do to Robin the Girl Wonder. She couldn’t quite rid herself of the notion that there should’ve been another way, a way that didn’t end in the brave young girl’s death.
Shaking free of the cloying pall she reminded herself that it was the narrow-minded young superheroine who had eliminated all other options. Even the incredibly revealing enmeshment of minds they had experienced had not persuaded the captured girl to alter her stance.
With a deep sigh the beautiful villainess refocused her thoughts on the work at hand. Orienting herself in the general direction of the ceremony clearing, she used both hands and reached into compartments on her belt. She withdrew two handfuls of small seeds and gently plunged her hands into the ground at her feet.
For a moment her eyes closed as she communicated with the seeds, and the very forest itself, via her connection with the nylonic symbiont bodystocking. She gave mental instructions to the groups of seeds for a moment and then released them into the soil and pulled her hands free. She rubbed her gloved hands together as she stood, ready to put her plans into motion.
The green clad vixen blended in well with the undergrowth as she silently made her way closer to the ceremony location. Looking into the clearing she could see that her last-minute presence had not been missed and that the televised ceremony was just beginning. “It’s time, my lovelies,” she murmured as she knelt and placed a gloved hand atop the soil and issued telepathic commands.
Through her nylonic symbiont she could sense events at the parking area security checkpoint unfolding. She could feel the sudden bloom of several Somnambula Sporifica in the midst of the guard detail. Her mind’s eye envisioned the surprised reaction of the guards as the sleeping spore plants ejected their defense mechanism directly at the group of men and women, instantly rendering them unconscious and unable to interfere with her plans.
That detail taken care of, she turned her attention to the ceremony. She could see that GothCorp President and CEO Hudson Belk was making his way to the podium to deliver his remarks. With an evil gleam, Flora muttered, “All right folks, it’s showtime.” She rose and walked the last few meters to the clearing’s edge.
“…but it’s PROGRESS that brings us here today,” Hudson Belk proclaimed to those nearby, but especially the television audience watching his performance. “That’s right, it’s progress that will allow us to produce 500 percent more refined petroleum products out of this facility. It’s progress that will allow us to pipe it down to tankers waiting at the new port facilities below. It’s…”
“It’s progress that allows you to destroy one hundred thousand acres of lush natural woodlands!” announced a voice from the clearing’s edge. All heads, as well as the television camera, turned to see the source of the interruption. They saw the trim, shapely figure of a woman dressed in a green opaque skintight bodystocking. All eyes followed her as she calmly walked to the center of the clearing.
Red-faced with humiliation the GothCorp thundered, “Who in the world are you? And what is the meaning of this interruption?”
In full view of the television camera and crew the alluring intruder replied, “You can call me Flora, and I’m here to expose you as the destroyer of the environment you are and to stop this hideous project from being built.”
His anger evident, Belk replied, “Destroyer of the environment? Young lady, have you lost your mind? GothCorp is a business built on creation; creation of jobs, creation of…”
“Creation of toxic poisons and destruction of the fragile eco-system,” Flora interrupted again. “Do you know how many species of plant and animal life call this area home; this area that you want to bulldoze down to build your atmosphere-choking and forest-eliminating refinery? What about your North Country Power Plant which caused the extinction of dozens of forms of wildlife? What about the toxic waste you secretly hide at your GothCorp Landfill?” The faces of everyone there, especially the television news crew, showed an increased level of interest in the young woman’s words.
Losing control, Belk shouted, “Miss, we will not stand here and have you spread your lies! Security! Somebody get those guards down here right now!”
With an evil glint in her eyes, the living-nylon encased villainess calmly said, “Your security guards aren’t able to help you just now, Mr. President. But don’t worry, I have things well in hand.” As she spoke she kneeled down and placed a gloved hand atop the fresh earth.
Almost instantly the ground beneath Hudson Belk, all the VIPs, as well as the television news crew seemed to burst open as hundreds of vines burst forth. Before anyone could move the vines had sprung forth and wrapped them all in their vise-like grip. All those present were hopelessly ensnared by Flora’s diabolical binding vines.
Standing, the tempting arch-villain slowly walks to stand directly in front of the still-operating television camera. All around her men and women struggle within the unrelenting grasp of her vines. This was the moment of vindication she had sought all this time; this was where she was about to prove to the citizens of Gotham all the atrocities committed by GothCorp and all the other environmentally destructive companies.
“Stop right there you felonious florist!” a girl’s voice cries out from behind her. Spinning around Flora gasps to see the trim form of Robin the Girl Wonder emerge from the forest. The beautiful teenager looks none the worse for wear after her capture by the enraged villainess.
“Robin?!” breathed the stunned villainess. “I don’t know how you escaped but I’ll make sure that you’ve interfered with my plans for the last time.” She then grabs a handful of seeds from her belt and tosses them in the direction of the Girl Wonder.
Already moving, the young heroine quickly avoids the thrown particles, which hit the ground and instantly spring forth as more of the crushing vines. While in the midst of her escaping leap, the agile Teen Wonder handily throws her famed Batarang at the evil young woman.
The Batarang finds its mark, striking the back of the neck of the fleeing Flora, who crumples to the dirt, stunned. Robin quickly dashes to the fallen villainess, reaching into her utility belt for her Batcuffs to take her into custody. “Hands up, Flora.”
Struggling to rise, the downed villainess replies, “All right Girl Wonder, you’ve got me.” Robin instinctively leans forward to help her foe to her feet.
Suddenly the evil young woman spins and throws two handfuls of clutched dirt straight into the unsuspecting heroine’s eyes. “AAHH!” Robin cries as she falls, blinded by Flora’s cruel trick. Desperately the disoriented teenager rubs at her eyes while trying to make sure her identity-protecting mask stays in place.
After a tense few seconds Robin’s vision clears and the Teen Wonder begins to stand and search for her wily opponent. She turns, only to find the bodystocking clad woman directly behind her with her hands near her mouth. “Surprise!” the villainess cries, then blows a handful of seed pods right into Robin’s unprotected face.
Instantly the pods explode with a PUFF and expand into a cloud of milky white threads that instantly engulfs the Girl Wonder’s head. “MMMFFF…,” Robin’s muffled voice comes through the cloying cottony material. Her body begins to struggle and it becomes obvious that she is fighting for air within the diabolical trap. Her gloved hands tear at the gauzy material encasing her face and neck, slowly loosening it. Using her distraction to the utmost the devilish young woman makes a run toward the podium at the center of the ceremony area.
The horrified eyes of the captive VIPs watch as the embattled young heroine fights against the suffocating silkweed. With a mighty effort the panting young girl tears free the sticky mess, allowing sweet air to enter her lungs.
Still recovering from Flora’s attack the Teen Wonder is completely taken by surprise when a crushing blow slams into the center of her back, knocking her face down into the dirt. Dazed she weakly tries to rise when the evil eco-terrorist once again brings down the ceremonial golden shovel onto the young girl’s unprotected spine. Her resources exhausted by the constant attacks, the helpless young heroine falls unconscious at the villainess’ nylon covered feet.
Tossing the shovel aside, Flora bends and grasps the lifeless body of the young heroine. With the strength augmented by her skintight living bodystocking she tosses Robin over her shoulder and steadies her with gloved hands holding onto the young crimefighter’s shapely tights covered legs. She walks over to the row of earthmoving equipment.
“It’s time to end this, once and for all,” remarks the evil young woman as she unceremoniously dumps Robin’s limp body into the large metal bucket of a front-loading earthmover. Only a slight moan from the defeated young girl is heard as Flora climbs into the cab. After a moment of searching she pushes the starter control and the loud clattering engine roars to life.
The diabolical activist pushes the throttle forward and the machine lurches into life, heading straight toward the cliff’s edge and the 200 foot drop. As the machine rumbles over the uneven ground Robin is shaken as she tries to recover her composure. But the smooth metal of the bucket and the constant shaking of the machine keep her from getting a firm grip and leaping to safety.
With a few feet of the bluff Flora begins to lower the bucket containing the struggling teenage heroine. Just as the machine lurches to a jarring stop at the edge of the cliff, the bucket pitches forward to dump all of its precious contents onto the rocky shore far below. “AAAAAAaaaaayyyyiiiieeeee…!”
Robin’s anguished cry crushes the hearts of everyone around as it dwindles into the distance. Even Flora’s face is saddened as she climbs out of the machine’s cab. “Good bye Girl Wonder,” mutters the somber villainess. “I’m so very sorry.” She slowly walks back toward the waiting television camera.
Suddenly a blinding pain shoots up the villainess’ upper arm. Grabbing at her wound she looks at the arm in shock. She sees a tear in the supposedly indestructible fabric, her shoulder now bare through a small hole in her living bodystocking. The pain she felt was not from an injury to her, but to the living nylonic symbiont. Astounded she hears a voice behind her. “I’m sorry too Flora.”
Turning she is amazed to see the lithe figure of Robin standing a few paces away. Shaking her head in disbelief, the beautiful criminal says, “But…, how?”
“I used the magnetic grapples in my utility belt to cling to the upended bucket. I’m glad you liked my falling-to-my-doom voice,” quipped the shapely teenager. She then raised a small aerosol can she was holding. “And this can of pesticide that I picked up on the way over here seems to have a nasty effect on your living bodystocking.”
And with that Robin again fired a small stream of the pesticide toward the arch-villainess, hitting the slightly older woman in the leg. “Aaahhh!” Flora cries out as the fluid causes a long pantyhose-type run up the side of her leg. The psychic shock of the nylonic symbiont’s pain sends her reeling to the ground.
Standing at a safe distance, the Girl Wonder says, “Flora, please. It’s over.”
In obvious pain, the defeated villainess stammers, “Not…, quite…, yet…, Robin.” She then desperately thrusts one gloved hand into the soil she has fallen upon. With the last of her telepathic control fading, she sends one final message to the vines holding the assembled VIPs.
Suddenly a wall of groans and cries erupt from the vines’ captives. Robin focuses her angry gaze at the fallen villainess. “What have you done?”
Weakly the battered Flora replies, “Your choice…, Robin. <cough> You can…, capture me or…, save them from being…, crushed by my vines.” Dazed, the villainess’ eyes narrow in her evil glare at the confounded young girl. “Until…, next time.”
“Damn you Flora,” Robin says through gritted teeth. With a frustrated sigh the beautiful teenage heroine then dashes away to free the entwined innocents. Within less than two minutes she had sprayed some of the pesticide on the ensnaring vines, causing the same instant reaction as with Flora’s devilish skintight garment.
Releasing the last of the innocent hostages the Teen Wonder turned and, just as she had thought, she saw no sign of the escaped arch-villainess. Knowing she would be at a severe disadvantage searching through the dense forest, Robin the Girl Wonder muttered, “Yes Flora, until next time.
The End
She smiled her best ‘what-do-girls-know-anyway’ look at the young man and said, “I’m just glad to get here on time.”
“Oh you’ve got plenty of time; the TV crew is just starting to set up. That’s the groundbreaking site down there and you can park over by that stand of trees.”
“Thanks so much for your help,” replied the disguised super-villainess as she pulled away toward the parking area. Even though things hadn’t started yet, Flora had a lot to do beforehand. Parking her car, she got out, looking in the direction of the ceremony site itself.
She could see the small clearing where the actual ceremony would take place. The television crew was set up facing away from her. Beyond them was a patch of soft earth fronted by a small podium emblazoned with the hated GothCorp logo. Arranged on either side were several chairs, obviously for corporate big-wigs and such. Beside the podium stood a golden shovel to be used for the all-important symbolic turning of the soil. Behind the ceremony area stood a gleaming collection of large earth-moving equipment; bulldozers, cranes, forklifts, and such.
Seeing these implements of destruction so boldly displayed in the pristine setting broke the heart of the young woman. These travesties stood in the midst of the beautiful deep forest that had grown right up to the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea. The 200 foot drop to the rocky shore below only added to the majesty of the forested area.
Tearing herself away from the tableau the beautiful young activist slipped quietly into the forest beyond her car, going completely unnoticed by anyone present. Tears of anger and loss filled her eyes as she made her way deeper into the woods. Finding a secluded spot about one hundred yards in she stopped and began her transformation into her villainous alter-ego.
After simply slipping off her shoes, pants, and shirt, the alluring Flora stood in the copse of trees. Quickly she fastened her belt around her trim waist and slipped her green eyemask into place. She could almost feel the power of the skintight nylonic symbiont as it fed off the power of its lush surroundings.
The heady excitement and triumph of this moment was only offset by the lingering melancholy at what she had been forced to do to Robin the Girl Wonder. She couldn’t quite rid herself of the notion that there should’ve been another way, a way that didn’t end in the brave young girl’s death.
Shaking free of the cloying pall she reminded herself that it was the narrow-minded young superheroine who had eliminated all other options. Even the incredibly revealing enmeshment of minds they had experienced had not persuaded the captured girl to alter her stance.
With a deep sigh the beautiful villainess refocused her thoughts on the work at hand. Orienting herself in the general direction of the ceremony clearing, she used both hands and reached into compartments on her belt. She withdrew two handfuls of small seeds and gently plunged her hands into the ground at her feet.
For a moment her eyes closed as she communicated with the seeds, and the very forest itself, via her connection with the nylonic symbiont bodystocking. She gave mental instructions to the groups of seeds for a moment and then released them into the soil and pulled her hands free. She rubbed her gloved hands together as she stood, ready to put her plans into motion.
The green clad vixen blended in well with the undergrowth as she silently made her way closer to the ceremony location. Looking into the clearing she could see that her last-minute presence had not been missed and that the televised ceremony was just beginning. “It’s time, my lovelies,” she murmured as she knelt and placed a gloved hand atop the soil and issued telepathic commands.
Through her nylonic symbiont she could sense events at the parking area security checkpoint unfolding. She could feel the sudden bloom of several Somnambula Sporifica in the midst of the guard detail. Her mind’s eye envisioned the surprised reaction of the guards as the sleeping spore plants ejected their defense mechanism directly at the group of men and women, instantly rendering them unconscious and unable to interfere with her plans.
That detail taken care of, she turned her attention to the ceremony. She could see that GothCorp President and CEO Hudson Belk was making his way to the podium to deliver his remarks. With an evil gleam, Flora muttered, “All right folks, it’s showtime.” She rose and walked the last few meters to the clearing’s edge.
“…but it’s PROGRESS that brings us here today,” Hudson Belk proclaimed to those nearby, but especially the television audience watching his performance. “That’s right, it’s progress that will allow us to produce 500 percent more refined petroleum products out of this facility. It’s progress that will allow us to pipe it down to tankers waiting at the new port facilities below. It’s…”
“It’s progress that allows you to destroy one hundred thousand acres of lush natural woodlands!” announced a voice from the clearing’s edge. All heads, as well as the television camera, turned to see the source of the interruption. They saw the trim, shapely figure of a woman dressed in a green opaque skintight bodystocking. All eyes followed her as she calmly walked to the center of the clearing.
Red-faced with humiliation the GothCorp thundered, “Who in the world are you? And what is the meaning of this interruption?”
In full view of the television camera and crew the alluring intruder replied, “You can call me Flora, and I’m here to expose you as the destroyer of the environment you are and to stop this hideous project from being built.”
His anger evident, Belk replied, “Destroyer of the environment? Young lady, have you lost your mind? GothCorp is a business built on creation; creation of jobs, creation of…”
“Creation of toxic poisons and destruction of the fragile eco-system,” Flora interrupted again. “Do you know how many species of plant and animal life call this area home; this area that you want to bulldoze down to build your atmosphere-choking and forest-eliminating refinery? What about your North Country Power Plant which caused the extinction of dozens of forms of wildlife? What about the toxic waste you secretly hide at your GothCorp Landfill?” The faces of everyone there, especially the television news crew, showed an increased level of interest in the young woman’s words.
Losing control, Belk shouted, “Miss, we will not stand here and have you spread your lies! Security! Somebody get those guards down here right now!”
With an evil glint in her eyes, the living-nylon encased villainess calmly said, “Your security guards aren’t able to help you just now, Mr. President. But don’t worry, I have things well in hand.” As she spoke she kneeled down and placed a gloved hand atop the fresh earth.
Almost instantly the ground beneath Hudson Belk, all the VIPs, as well as the television news crew seemed to burst open as hundreds of vines burst forth. Before anyone could move the vines had sprung forth and wrapped them all in their vise-like grip. All those present were hopelessly ensnared by Flora’s diabolical binding vines.
Standing, the tempting arch-villain slowly walks to stand directly in front of the still-operating television camera. All around her men and women struggle within the unrelenting grasp of her vines. This was the moment of vindication she had sought all this time; this was where she was about to prove to the citizens of Gotham all the atrocities committed by GothCorp and all the other environmentally destructive companies.
“Stop right there you felonious florist!” a girl’s voice cries out from behind her. Spinning around Flora gasps to see the trim form of Robin the Girl Wonder emerge from the forest. The beautiful teenager looks none the worse for wear after her capture by the enraged villainess.
“Robin?!” breathed the stunned villainess. “I don’t know how you escaped but I’ll make sure that you’ve interfered with my plans for the last time.” She then grabs a handful of seeds from her belt and tosses them in the direction of the Girl Wonder.
Already moving, the young heroine quickly avoids the thrown particles, which hit the ground and instantly spring forth as more of the crushing vines. While in the midst of her escaping leap, the agile Teen Wonder handily throws her famed Batarang at the evil young woman.
The Batarang finds its mark, striking the back of the neck of the fleeing Flora, who crumples to the dirt, stunned. Robin quickly dashes to the fallen villainess, reaching into her utility belt for her Batcuffs to take her into custody. “Hands up, Flora.”
Struggling to rise, the downed villainess replies, “All right Girl Wonder, you’ve got me.” Robin instinctively leans forward to help her foe to her feet.
Suddenly the evil young woman spins and throws two handfuls of clutched dirt straight into the unsuspecting heroine’s eyes. “AAHH!” Robin cries as she falls, blinded by Flora’s cruel trick. Desperately the disoriented teenager rubs at her eyes while trying to make sure her identity-protecting mask stays in place.
After a tense few seconds Robin’s vision clears and the Teen Wonder begins to stand and search for her wily opponent. She turns, only to find the bodystocking clad woman directly behind her with her hands near her mouth. “Surprise!” the villainess cries, then blows a handful of seed pods right into Robin’s unprotected face.
Instantly the pods explode with a PUFF and expand into a cloud of milky white threads that instantly engulfs the Girl Wonder’s head. “MMMFFF…,” Robin’s muffled voice comes through the cloying cottony material. Her body begins to struggle and it becomes obvious that she is fighting for air within the diabolical trap. Her gloved hands tear at the gauzy material encasing her face and neck, slowly loosening it. Using her distraction to the utmost the devilish young woman makes a run toward the podium at the center of the ceremony area.
The horrified eyes of the captive VIPs watch as the embattled young heroine fights against the suffocating silkweed. With a mighty effort the panting young girl tears free the sticky mess, allowing sweet air to enter her lungs.
Still recovering from Flora’s attack the Teen Wonder is completely taken by surprise when a crushing blow slams into the center of her back, knocking her face down into the dirt. Dazed she weakly tries to rise when the evil eco-terrorist once again brings down the ceremonial golden shovel onto the young girl’s unprotected spine. Her resources exhausted by the constant attacks, the helpless young heroine falls unconscious at the villainess’ nylon covered feet.
Tossing the shovel aside, Flora bends and grasps the lifeless body of the young heroine. With the strength augmented by her skintight living bodystocking she tosses Robin over her shoulder and steadies her with gloved hands holding onto the young crimefighter’s shapely tights covered legs. She walks over to the row of earthmoving equipment.
“It’s time to end this, once and for all,” remarks the evil young woman as she unceremoniously dumps Robin’s limp body into the large metal bucket of a front-loading earthmover. Only a slight moan from the defeated young girl is heard as Flora climbs into the cab. After a moment of searching she pushes the starter control and the loud clattering engine roars to life.
The diabolical activist pushes the throttle forward and the machine lurches into life, heading straight toward the cliff’s edge and the 200 foot drop. As the machine rumbles over the uneven ground Robin is shaken as she tries to recover her composure. But the smooth metal of the bucket and the constant shaking of the machine keep her from getting a firm grip and leaping to safety.
With a few feet of the bluff Flora begins to lower the bucket containing the struggling teenage heroine. Just as the machine lurches to a jarring stop at the edge of the cliff, the bucket pitches forward to dump all of its precious contents onto the rocky shore far below. “AAAAAAaaaaayyyyiiiieeeee…!”
Robin’s anguished cry crushes the hearts of everyone around as it dwindles into the distance. Even Flora’s face is saddened as she climbs out of the machine’s cab. “Good bye Girl Wonder,” mutters the somber villainess. “I’m so very sorry.” She slowly walks back toward the waiting television camera.
Suddenly a blinding pain shoots up the villainess’ upper arm. Grabbing at her wound she looks at the arm in shock. She sees a tear in the supposedly indestructible fabric, her shoulder now bare through a small hole in her living bodystocking. The pain she felt was not from an injury to her, but to the living nylonic symbiont. Astounded she hears a voice behind her. “I’m sorry too Flora.”
Turning she is amazed to see the lithe figure of Robin standing a few paces away. Shaking her head in disbelief, the beautiful criminal says, “But…, how?”
“I used the magnetic grapples in my utility belt to cling to the upended bucket. I’m glad you liked my falling-to-my-doom voice,” quipped the shapely teenager. She then raised a small aerosol can she was holding. “And this can of pesticide that I picked up on the way over here seems to have a nasty effect on your living bodystocking.”
And with that Robin again fired a small stream of the pesticide toward the arch-villainess, hitting the slightly older woman in the leg. “Aaahhh!” Flora cries out as the fluid causes a long pantyhose-type run up the side of her leg. The psychic shock of the nylonic symbiont’s pain sends her reeling to the ground.
Standing at a safe distance, the Girl Wonder says, “Flora, please. It’s over.”
In obvious pain, the defeated villainess stammers, “Not…, quite…, yet…, Robin.” She then desperately thrusts one gloved hand into the soil she has fallen upon. With the last of her telepathic control fading, she sends one final message to the vines holding the assembled VIPs.
Suddenly a wall of groans and cries erupt from the vines’ captives. Robin focuses her angry gaze at the fallen villainess. “What have you done?”
Weakly the battered Flora replies, “Your choice…, Robin. <cough> You can…, capture me or…, save them from being…, crushed by my vines.” Dazed, the villainess’ eyes narrow in her evil glare at the confounded young girl. “Until…, next time.”
“Damn you Flora,” Robin says through gritted teeth. With a frustrated sigh the beautiful teenage heroine then dashes away to free the entwined innocents. Within less than two minutes she had sprayed some of the pesticide on the ensnaring vines, causing the same instant reaction as with Flora’s devilish skintight garment.
Releasing the last of the innocent hostages the Teen Wonder turned and, just as she had thought, she saw no sign of the escaped arch-villainess. Knowing she would be at a severe disadvantage searching through the dense forest, Robin the Girl Wonder muttered, “Yes Flora, until next time.
The End
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superpics4les
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Very nice ending, Sign! =D> =D> =D> My hat's off to you! Looking forward to the Green Lantern story! I think that's a first, isn't it? Anyway, marvelous story! You're the best at Robin! I'd like to see you have a little dialogue with her pointy-eared mentor sometime. Obviously he taught her well! Glad to have you back, my friend! 8)
Thanks so much for the kind, but all too true, words. :^)
Seriously, it's the feedback AND critique of this board that keeps me coming back. Thanks to all who contribute.
As far as as our Dark KNight, I'm not sure exactly why I don't use him. It would be tough, I think, to write that strong a male character, especially since he would always be (or try) upstaging his beautiful partner.
Anyway, GL coming up soon. Yes I do htink this will be a HypnoticsWorld first, the female Green Lantern. I'm fleshing out the story outline and will begin posting soon.
Stay tuned...
Seriously, it's the feedback AND critique of this board that keeps me coming back. Thanks to all who contribute.
As far as as our Dark KNight, I'm not sure exactly why I don't use him. It would be tough, I think, to write that strong a male character, especially since he would always be (or try) upstaging his beautiful partner.
Anyway, GL coming up soon. Yes I do htink this will be a HypnoticsWorld first, the female Green Lantern. I'm fleshing out the story outline and will begin posting soon.
Stay tuned...
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Re: WHEN EVIL PLANTS A SEED, GOTHAM IS TRULY IN NEED
I have spent years searching the web looking for stories based on a teen female Robin who often loses her boots - I didn't think I would actually ever find any. Your stories are perfect because no harm comes to the heroine, we're just treated to struggling and a little begging and a good bit of de-booting.
Freezing her feet in a bucket of water in a previous story was matery! I once toyed around with a story in which a Hilary Duff type was Robin was de-booted in a freezer and tied in such a way she had to stand on its cold metal floor - but the water bucket is great!
Also in a now lost story, I had my Hilary Duff Robin's de-bboted feet placed in a cage. At one end of the small cage was a slow openng door which would allow two large hungry sewer rats at her feet. You know...pedicure to end all pedicaures.
Have you ever thought of cooking Robin in a giant pizza (or calzone with only her head and feet sticking out) and allowing her de-booted feet to actually go into the conveyor oven before being arrested?
Anyway - I just wanted you to know that your stories were worth the years of looking - because they were perfect in every way. Curious, what size boot does your Robin wear and where are the missing boots?
Freezing her feet in a bucket of water in a previous story was matery! I once toyed around with a story in which a Hilary Duff type was Robin was de-booted in a freezer and tied in such a way she had to stand on its cold metal floor - but the water bucket is great!
Also in a now lost story, I had my Hilary Duff Robin's de-bboted feet placed in a cage. At one end of the small cage was a slow openng door which would allow two large hungry sewer rats at her feet. You know...pedicure to end all pedicaures.
Have you ever thought of cooking Robin in a giant pizza (or calzone with only her head and feet sticking out) and allowing her de-booted feet to actually go into the conveyor oven before being arrested?
Anyway - I just wanted you to know that your stories were worth the years of looking - because they were perfect in every way. Curious, what size boot does your Robin wear and where are the missing boots?
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Re: WHEN EVIL PLANTS A SEED, GOTHAM IS TRULY IN NEED
Flora is a great character, and the whole wriggling feet out of a vine wrapped boot, awesome! We may have to bring Flora to life!
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Re: WHEN EVIL PLANTS A SEED, GOTHAM IS TRULY IN NEED
Wow, I'm pleasantly surprised to see an older story getting renewed attention. This story was a lot of fun and remains one of my favorites. I really like doing the female Robin; I will always say that the original Robin costume was much better designed for a young woman. In regards to the story itself, the only thing I can say is that I write stories that would appeal to ME. If you want to know what things in this genre I enjoy (and would love to see brought to life), then just read my work.
And as I mentioned oh so long ago, I do have a forth-coming tale introducing my female Green Lantern. The main delay, other than that dreaded "real life" is that I'm working out the big final confrontation between GL and her nemesis. After that part is roughed out, I can take the complete outline and flesh out the final version of the tale. I've learned that, even if I release a story in installments, that I have to have the entire thing at least to the first draft stage. That way I can avoid writing myself into a corner as I tended to do early on.
Anyway, still alive, still working.
And as I mentioned oh so long ago, I do have a forth-coming tale introducing my female Green Lantern. The main delay, other than that dreaded "real life" is that I'm working out the big final confrontation between GL and her nemesis. After that part is roughed out, I can take the complete outline and flesh out the final version of the tale. I've learned that, even if I release a story in installments, that I have to have the entire thing at least to the first draft stage. That way I can avoid writing myself into a corner as I tended to do early on.
Anyway, still alive, still working.
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Re: WHEN EVIL PLANTS A SEED, GOTHAM IS TRULY IN NEED
Glad to hear your still writing Sign. I remembered you mentioned a GL character a while back, looking forward to it.
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