Ivy’s Rule

Strat0071964

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Gotham City

Penguin, Ivy and Hatter had begun taking over the city. Commissioner Gordon and the police were soon controlled by the Mad Hatter.

   “There’s still Batgirl and the Robins to deal with,” Penguin said. He held a cigar in his mouth, took some puffs and coughed.

    The Hatter laughed. “They should be no problem.”

   “Never underestimate your foe,” Penguin said. “Haven’t you learned anything from fighting Batman?”

   Mad Hatter laughed.

   “Boys,” Ivy said in a tone of mock reprimand. “Now is not the time to quarrel. Hatter’s already got the police under his thumb.”

   “And you have Batman under yours,” Penguin said and smiled. “And Wayne Enterprises.” He laughed. “Waagh!”

Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, swung on her line between buildings. Batman was missing, the villains were organizing.

   “Barbie!” Called a voice. It was Poison Ivy, swinging in on her own vine, laughing like mad. She crashed into Barbara, and they smashed through the window of an empty apartment building.

   “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you, Barbie-Doll.” Ivy said.

   Batgirl squirmed from her. Then she heard a familiar demonic laugh. Then, gas blasted in her face before she could react. It was the cackling harlequin.

   Both dove into Batgirl, who gasped, “Where’s Batman?”

   “Taking care of his Bruce Wayne business, honey,” Ivy said. Her arms came around, hands grasping for the heroines covered breasts.

   Batgirl struggled against the two. They slammed her against a wall. Weeds grew up around her legs. She reached for her bat-rang. Harley tossed some bubble-gum like thing, which encompassed the bat-rant and it fell to the floor.

   The three collided in mid-air. The villains again slammed the heroine against the wall. Then she struck Harley’s ankle with the heel of her boot and slipped from Ivy’s grasp. Spinning, she reached for her utility belt – gone.

   Laughing Ivy held the utility belt, then tossed it aside. Batgirl’s fists clenched, springing up she swung a punch, clipping Ivy’s jaw. Then Harley got the curvy bat around the waist, grunting.

    “No!” Batgirl screamed as her uniform was stripped off, as well as her boots.

   From behind, ivy grabbed her. Now her hands grasped the soft flesh of Batgirl’s breasts. Jumping at her, Harley moved in and kissed Barb’s lips. She squirmed between them as they lowered her onto a mattress.

   Barbara’s heart raced as they licked at her nipples and kissed over her. “Ungh! Ungh!” the heroine sounded. Hands reached between her legs.

    “Don’t worry, we plan to share you, pet,” Ivy said and laughed. “Like Bruce, you belong to us, our plaything.”

   “No!” Batgirl screamed. She struggled, flinging fists and legs.

   “Aagh,” Ivy cried, toppling. “Now, that’s no way to treat yo momma!”

   “She needs a spanking,” Harley called gleefully.

   Batgirl’s wrists were soon bound and she was over Ivy’s lap. Harley handed her a belt, and the floral villain began beating the heroine’s butt.

   Screaming, Batgirl sobbed despite herself.

   “Tell momma your sorry,” Harley said, waving a finger before Batgirl’s face.

    Batgirl’s heart pounded, fear rushed through her. Batman wouldn’t be coming to help this time. She was beaten. “I-I’m sorry momma,” the words rushed from her. “I’m sorry!”

   Spun back around, Bat’s mouth was soon full of Ivy breasts. “M-mmph!” Then both Harley and Ivy began chewing the heroine’s breasts, forcing her back into place.

   “Please,” Batgirl sobbed. “Momma’s, please!”

   The two laughed.

   The door to Bruce Wayne’s study opened, he turned to see, Harley and Ivy. Batgirl on all fours led by collar and leash, wearing only cape, cowl, bat-bikini and sandals.

   “Bruce, lover,” Ivy glided to him and kissed his lips.

   “I see you found Barbara,” Bruce said in a dry tone.

   “Yes, she’s very cooperative,” Ivy said. “You get the honors Bruce of using her as a concubine.”

   “Thank you, dear,” Bruce said. Batgirl looked up as he walked to her, then jerked her up and into his arms. In his bedroom, he stripped, admiring her body on the mattress.

   “Bruce,” Batgirl cried. “Please, tell me this is part of some elaborate trick.”

    He was hot undressed. Bruce crawled onto her, kissed over her breasts and lips. Her bosom rustled against his chest.

   “You’ve no idea what they did to me,” Batgirl said.

    “Shh,” he sounded, gently placed his finger on her lips. “Crime fighting’s not your business anymore honey.  Earth has voted to join this alien amalgamation the darker half of which is run by the one called Grimm Bugg.”

   “ohhh,” Barbara moaned. “Bruce. Ivy’s got you under her control.”

   Bruce chuckled. “Maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t.”

Ivy and Harley relaxed in the Wayne living room. The butler Alfred neared with some drinks.

    In a maid’s outfit, with cape and cowl, Batgirl did her chores around the house. Harley had been recording her in subservient status for most of the day.