Batgirl was frustrated. For the past three nights she had been trying to crack a series of elusive nighttime burglaries at several jewelry stores. It wasn't the type of crime a superheroine usually busied herself with, but the police had received taunting notes that dared her by name to try and catch the thieves. What's a good-looking, 26-year-old woman doing peering into warehouse windows? Batgirl thought to herself as she hoisted her lean and muscular form onto yet another ledge for a look inside. She was dressed in her familiar black costume with the yellow bat symbol emblazoned over her ample, size 36C breasts.
She peered through the window and spied on the scene inside. She saw two men arguing. One had a knife. As she looked around the room, she gasped as she spotted a young women, topless and bruised, crying as the two argued. She was tied to a pole in the middle of the room, her arms at her side, and her legs bound as well.
Good thing Batgirl was on patrol, girl, she thought as she watched.
The element of surprise was always crucial in these situations. While Batgirl was a finely honed and trained fighter, one could never tell what surprises criminals may have in store.
As she watched, one of the men dropped his pants, went over to the helpless woman and began to caress her breasts. Then, without warning, he took out a large knife and sliced down the woman's front.
"My God, I'm too late!" cried Batgirl. Without further thought, she went crashing through the window, back first to absorb any glass, and landed on the floor.
Both men gaped in surprise, as did the bound girl, who hadn't been cut at all, but whose pants had been slashed open and were now draped around her legs, only her panties now hiding her most private part.
"Ok gentlemen. I've seen what you can do with a defenseless woman who's tied up, why don't you try me on for size?"
She leapt and gave a flying karate kick to the man with the knife, knocking it from his grasp. But as she turned, a hard fist slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
"Ugggghhhhhh" Batgirl cried as she backed up to gain some time. Then she pounced, jumping up to dodge a vicious kick from her assailant, kicking him in the jaw in the process and sending him flying. He hit the floor with a loud CRASH!
Now for the first mook, she thought as she turned back toward him.
He stood, about twenty feet away, a gun pointed to the captive woman's head.
"One move and she's very dead, Batgirl," he smiled.
Batgirl hesitated, unsure what to do. Any move and the woman would surely die, yet...
As she paused, thinking of a plan, a door opened and the eco-terrorist Poison Ivy sauntered in.
"Poison Ivy? So when did your goons start beating up women?" asked Batgirl, her hand slowly moving toward her utility belt for a stun bomb.
"I wouldn't touch that belt, or I do assure you, Batgirl, that girl's brains WILL be splattered over Gotham," hissed Poison Ivy. "Actually, it's you that I want. These petty crimes have all been a ruse to, shall we say, arouse your interest," she laughed. "You see, I have some big plans for you and your friends. Men, unveil the chamber!" she commanded.
Her two henchmen pulled open a curtain at the back of the room. Behind it was a small chamber, about the size of a shower stall. It had Plexiglas sides and an enclosed top. Batgirl stared at it, wondering what might lie in store for her, and trying to formulate a plan.
If I can only get to my utility belt...
Just then, the tied up girl began to wail. The split second distraction was enough for Batgirl to reach into her utility belt and unleash a stun bomb at the henchman with the gun, who had taken his aim off the girl while he pulled the curtain.
There was a loud KABOOOMMM, and a bright flash lit the room. Batgirl wasted no time hitting the floor as the fast-acting gas began to take effect on Poison Ivy and her men. She pulled a gas mask from her belt and placed it over her nose and mouth. Then she rose to her feet, and ran over the bound girl. She quickly got another gas mask from her utility belt and gave it to the girl before she began untying her.
However, when Batgirl bent to untie the last knot, she felt a crushing blow to her head. Everything went dark as she slumped to the floor...
When she woke up, Batgirl that noticed her utility belt was lying across the room. She, however, was inside the chamber, looking out at a smiling Poison Ivy.
"What the hell are you going to do? You bitch!" hissed Batgirl, pounding on the Plexiglas sides of the chamber. She knew nothing good was going to come from being trapped in this contraption. If I can put my weight and strength into this, I should be able to bust out, she thought, assessing the situation.
"Ah, my sweet Batgirl. I actually am planning to let you go, but not without subjecting you to my aging chamber. You see, dear girl, one of my late lovers was a brilliant scientist who was working on reversing the aging process. The only problem was, he perfected the aging process first and I'm afraid you'll be a human guinea pig. In a few moments, you should be about 75 or so!"
Poison Ivy laughed, before she continued, "I'll gladly let you go then, so the rest of Gotham will know that I now own this town!" After more peals of evil laughter, she adopted a sly expression and spoke again, "I do have a proposition for you though. Agree to work for me and I'll let you go right now. Refuse and you'll age very quickly; and perhaps you might even die...I did say you were a guinea pig. What's it to be, Batbunny?"
"I'll never give in to you, Poison Ivy...NEVER!" shouted Batgirl as she began beating on the walls with all her might. Her chest heaved in and out as she hammered on the glass ceaselessly with her gloved hands.
"Say good-bye, Batgirl. Such a waste...a gorgeous body like yours could have been mine," said Poison Ivy, a look of disappointment on her face, as she flipped a switch on the wall.
Suddenly, Batgirl was enveloped in a bright blue light. She couldn't move as she felt electricity shooting through her body, rendering her helpless. Her arms rested against the Plexiglas walls as her body began to shiver from the eerie feeling.
Then it was over. The light faded and Batgirl looked around. She banged the walls again. Nothing seemed different.
Poison Ivy approached the chamber and opened the door. Batgirl ran out and prepared to launch a flying kick toward the nearest henchman. She jumped up and kicked, but he easily grabbed her leg and twisted it, forcing her to land heavily on her other leg.
"AHHHH!" she shouted as her leg gave way and she collapsed on the floor in a heap.
She lay on the floor, shaking her head and wondering what had happened. There was no way that goon should have been to block her attack so casually. As she turned to get up, she noticed Poison Ivy holding up a large mirror.
Looking back in the mirror was a woman in a Batsuit, but it wasn't her. This woman's face was craggy with wrinkles and much smaller. Shrunken. Batgirl gasped, and looked down at herself, noticing for the first time that her suit wasn't as tight as it normally was.
My GOD, she thought as she pulled off a glove and felt her face. NO...NO!!!! She could feel deep crevices in her face and became aware of the shaking in her hands.
"NO...please...NO!" she screamed as she looked at her ungloved hand. It was lined with veins and wrinkled, not the soft, muscular smooth skin of Batgirl's hand.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" she shrieked at Poison Ivy.
"My dear Batgirl, or should I say 'Batwoman' now? I gave you a chance and you refused. I'm afraid you are now more than 70 years old, and you will age about four years for each day you live. I'm afraid you won't be bounding up any stairs in your condition, girl," laughed Poison Ivy as her men moved toward Batgirl.
As the villainess left the room, she called back over her shoulder, "By the way, I promised my men they could do what they would with you. I didn't promise them you would still be young."
Her two henchmen grabbed Batgirl and began to beat her.
"GRHHHHHHH...UGGHHHHHHHH..." cried the Dynamic Damsel as the henchmen pulled her down and began to both pummel and undress her.
They literally ripped off her Batsuit, gloves and boots. She kicked and screamed, but now in her seventies, she was no match for the two thugs.
Batgirl's once muscular body was shrunken, and her arms mere shadows of their former selves, the muscle tissue hanging limply from her slim arms. Her once firm 36D breasts now sagged appreciably, stretch marks evident in the area near her shoulders as her wrinkled tits sagged like two overstuffed water balloons.
"Get off of me!" she screamed as the two henchmen dropped their pants.
Batgirl got up and tried to run, but her legs were racked with pain as she stumbled across the room, one of the men finally tackling her.
"No...no...please..." she began to beg. Batgirl had often fought criminals, but never had she been stripped and raped in such a fashion. In her worst nightmare she had never imagined she would not be able to fight back.
"Come on, Batbitch...time to come to papa," roared one of the men as he slammed his blood-gorged cock into the once proud crimefighter.
"NOOOOOOO!" screamed Batgirl as she felt the man's penis enter her vagina, her eyes wide with terror, her body racked with pain from the tackling she had taken.
"YYYEESSSS" cried the man, smiling at her as she looked back in horror into his face. "Feel this Batgirl," he said as he began to ram her hard with his cock and pelvic bone.
He slammed her so hard that Batgirl thought, in her condition, she might actually suffer a broken pelvis. Back and forth, back and forth, she could feel his penis slamming into her battered pussy as he easily held her hands down while he rammed her.
"UUUGGGHHHHHHH...uggghhhhhhhhhhhh...ppllll...pleeeaaaa...ughhhhhhh!" she moaned as he continued to slam her.
"UUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried, as Batgirl felt hot cum squirting inside her womb. Her assailant continued to slam her hard for another few moments before he withdrew and slapped her hard across her face.
There was another loud WHAP when she received another blow. The dazed Batgirl could only lay there, momentarily stunned as the first henchman got up. The second thug quickly knelt between her legs and inserted his own rock hard penis into her.
"No...not again...please...anything...anything...just let me go. I'm yours," she begged to no avail.
The man put his arms behind her back and lifted her up, shoving her limp body up and down on his cock as he sat on the floor, sucking her sagging breasts. As he began to shove her up and down faster, he pulled her body to him, grasping his hands together as he pulled her tight.
"GAAAAAHHHHHH" cried Batgirl as she felt at least two of her ribs break.
"AAAHHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" moaned her second assailant as he came deep inside her.
Suddenly, she felt her cowl and mask being pulled up.
"NOOOO!" she screamed. But she was too late. The other henchman had come up from behind her and gave one good tug, removing her mask and cowl, along with her still red wig.
As her assailant lifted her up, she spied the mirror in a corner.
"NO...my God...it can't...be me," she choked out, even as she realized that the image in the mirror was indeed that of an elderly Barbara Gordon. Her face was nearly unrecognizable, etched with lines, while her short, cropped brown hair had turned white. Even the brown-colored mound of hair surrounding her pussy had streaks of gray running through it.
"Don't know who you are, Batgirl, but even at 75 you're still a good fuck," laughed the man who had removed her mask. "Get off, Brutus, and let me take over."
And so another round of the rapefest began for Batgirl, which continued for several hours. In the end, she lay naked and beaten on the floor gasping for breath, several ribs broken, and every other part of her frail body aching from the rape.
At last, Poison Ivy entered the room.
"I see my two friends have entertained you, Batgirl. Here," she said, throwing her a robe. "Put this on."
Batgirl complied, although it took several minutes to get the robe on. Her fingers were brittle and she could barely grasp the cloth to tie it around her, her hand was shaking so badly.
"Don't worry love. A few more hours and you'll be so aged you'll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of whatever little life you have left. First, however, you need to provide some bait for me. I want Batman, and you've given me the means to bring him here," she said, holding up Batgirl's utility belt and pushing the emergency button she used when in distress.
"Batman will no doubt be here shortly. When he enters to untie you, he won't realize the woman in the Batsuit is really me until it's too late. Poor dear. He'll die a happy, happy man, however, " she cackled as she stripped off her own costume and put on the Batsuit.
Barbara could only look on, her eyes sunken and downcast, unable to resist. She was so weak she had to sit down, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath.
Poison Ivy had her thugs tie her to the post in the room. The same one Batgirl had seen the girl tied to earlier. Not so tightly, however, that she couldn't easily pull the rope off to grasp Batman in a death kiss.
"Come on, you watch from another room," said one of the henchmen, leading Barbara out of the room and into an adjoining one without any windows. It did, however, have a TV monitor, on which she could watch what transpired in the first room.
Fifteen minutes later, as one of the henchmen stood in front of the disguised Poison Ivy, there was suddenly the unmistakable sound of glass breaking and Batman leapt into the room. In what seemed like one fluid motion, he picked up the henchman and threw him across the room.
"Batgirl, I hope you're all right," he said as he approached the bound figure.
Poison Ivy had inserted a large gag into her mouth, partly to help hide her lower face, partly to get Batman closer. As he took the gag out of her mouth, she brought her now free hands around, clasping Batman in a bear hug.
"Batgirl...what are you doing???" he gasped.
Before he could make any effort to free himself from her grasp, Poison Ivy leaned over quickly and kissed him passionately on the lips, her poison having an almost instantaneous effect.
"Wha...uuuggggghhh...what?" gasped Batman after he tore his mouth from hers. Clutching his chest, he went crashing to his knees as Poison Ivy removed her cowl.
"Sorry, Batman, wrong girl...Batgirl was never the right girl for you anyway," she laughed, as Batman began to make choking noises that sounded seriously fatal.
"Ughhhhhhhh...why? What...?" Batman managed to say, with a final pained and puzzled look on his face. His hand reached out for Poison Ivy, but then he slumped back and hit the floor, dead.
In the adjoining room, Barbara watched as Batman's death was displayed on the monitor.
"What have I done?" she cried to herself, sobbing as one of the henchmen roughly forced her back into the other room.
"Batgirl...well you're still kicking, I see," hissed Poison Ivy. "Men, take her to her room. Lock her up tight. I'll see you in a few days, Batgirl."
Three days later, Barbara could only stand for the briefest of periods. Her breath was labored and when she did stand, she needed a cane for support. Arthritis caused her so much pain, she could barely move. The ribs she had broken in the rape sent shocks of pain racing constantly through her battered, once lean, body. She was beaten.
All of Gotham now knew Batman was dead. His body had been found, along with a note attached to it, warning that anyone who tried and track his murderer down would suffer the same fate. Also enclosed was a picture of Barbara's nude body with the cowl still on her. The caption described the machine, and how it would instantly age anyone caught trying to find Batman's killer, as it had done to Batgirl.
At last, she was led back into the room with the chamber--the room where Batman had died. Suddenly, the robe she was wearing was ripped from her and Poison Ivy's two henchmen stared at her.
"NO! PLEASE!" But it was too late. They were on her in a second, pummeling her, and once again raping her.
As the first one rammed his penis into her dry vagina, she gasped and moaned out in pain, "AHHHHHHH!" Then she felt something on her lips. She looked to see a large cock staring her in the face. She meekly complied, knowing to resist would mean being beaten to death. She took the cock in her mouth and began to suck, gagging and gasping for breath, knowing this was likely her last few moments on earth.
"UUUGGGHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned as she was rammed again and again.
After four hours of constant rape, she lay on the floor, too weak to move, semen oozing out of her orifices, her entire body shaking, too weak even to crawl, unable to draw enough air into her weak, tired lungs to satisfy her needs.
As she lay there, dying, Poison Ivy entered and put her foot under Barbara's sagging chin.
"The way I see it, Batgirl, you have two choices; or really one, ha, ha. You can die here, being beaten and raped each day until you either die of old age or die from the pain, or you submit to me totally by allowing me to inject you with some of my plant venom. It has to be done willfully. You allow this, and I return you to your former muscular, healthy self...to serve me of course. Or you die here.
"First, though, reveal your secret identify to me, old woman. Who is Batgirl?"
"I...I..." struggled Barbara.
"WHO IS BATGIRL?" screamed Poison Ivy as she delivered a vicious kick to Barbara's chest.
The formerly young woman lay on the floor, taking her breaths in short gasps, her mind swimming as she looked across the room at the tired old hag staring back at her from the mirror.
"Barbara...Barbara Gordon," she whispered, barely able to voice the words.
"No kidding? The Commissioner's daughter," Poison Ivy laughed. "Wouldn't daddy like to see his little girl now? So? What's your choice, grandma," she said, spitting out the last word with contempt.
Barbara lay on the floor, looking up at Poison Ivy, every muscle and bone in her arthritic body screaming from pain. She knew she had been defeated and only death lay in store for her. Everything she had worked for, hoped, dreamed was gone...if she couldn't at least live.
She put her head down, and slowly said dejectedly, "I'll do it. You win."
"Are you sure?" asked Poison Ivy.
"Yes, I'm sure," she whispered.
With that, Poison Ivy produced a syringe with a greenish fluid in it, grabbed Barbara by her shrunken arm (making her shriek), and injected her with the substance.
"There. You're mine now, Batgirl. Forever."
As she said this, Barbara began to scream, a panicked look coming across her aged, craggy face.
"Oh...ohhhhh...what have you done...help...the pain," she barely managed to spit the words out as she curled into a fetal position on the floor and began to groan, holding her naked body with her arms, her white hair beginning to glisten with sweat.
"Relax, slave. This will begin your transformation to your new life. When it is completed, I will put you into the chamber for your conversion."
Barbara lay on the floor for what seemed like hours. It felt as though every vein and artery in her body was on fire, from the inside. The pain was so great that she finally passed out, thinking it was her last breath.
When she awoke, she was lying the chamber. She was too weak to stand, or even sit up, having aged even more. She vomited a green substance, as she lay sprawled on the floor. Finally, she heard Poison Ivy's words through the speaker.
"Have a good trip, grandma," she cooed as a blue light filled the chamber.
Barbara passed out again, and when she came to, she was lying in the room, next to the chamber. She gasped as she looked at her arm. It was muscular again.
"My God, I'm back!" She smiled as she looked at her other arm, her legs, and her breasts. She was 26 again.
She looked in the mirror across the room, from which she had first gazed as her 70-year old body. Barbara Gordon looked back at her--but there was one startling difference. She had a huge belly.
It looks as though...
"That's right, Batgirl. You're pregnant," said Poison Ivy, finishing her thought for her. "Pregnant with a half human, half plantoid creature.
"What?" asked Barbara, with a horrified look coming across her face.
"You heard me. In a week's time you will give birth to the world's first half-human, half-plant baby, Batgirl. By the way, come over here and lick my pussy, now," she commanded.
To Barbara's amazement, she instantly complied. Still naked, she crawled to Poison Ivy and began to lick her pussy with her tongue. Unable to resist, she sucked her clitoris, then snaked her tongue up into the green-haired cunt of her enemy.
Poison Ivy took Barbara's head in her hands and pulled it so Barbara was looking up into her eyes. "You see, Batgirl, that syringe contained both a serum that makes you my slave, unable to resist whatever I say, and a powerful chemical I developed that impregnated...you," said Poison Ivy, as she began to moisten while Barbara probed her insides.
"Ahhh..." she moaned as she lay down and the brown-haired woman began to probe her clitoris faster and faster. "Ohhhhh...Ohhhhhh...OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, thrashing her hips into Barbara's face as her orgasm ripped through her.
"That's enough for today," she breathed a moment later. "You need your sleep." As she exited the room, she locked the door, just for safekeeping.
Over the next week, Barbara's belly continued to grow to huge proportions. While she was fully aware of what was happening, and truly horrified by it, she had lost her will to resist. The skin over her stomach was stretched so taunt, it felt like it would burst at any moment. She wondered if she would survive the birth. She knew her belly was much larger than most women got during a normal pregnancy; and her breasts had begun to ooze a strange greenish colored substance.
A day later her labor pains began, Poison Ivy and her henchmen closely watching the entire ordeal. The pain wasn't bad at first, but grew greater with each hour as her vagina became more and more dilated.
"MY GOD! HELP...STOP THE PAIN...PLEASE...I'M BEGGING YOU, POISON IVY...PLEASE..." she begged as tears ran down her face. She lay with her feet up, her body glistening with the sweat that came out of every pore. Her hair was matted with perspiration and her breasts were rock hard.
Suddenly, Barbara heard a ripping sound and felt her vaginal muscles began to tear. As she moaned and screamed, the pain more horrible than any she could have imagined. She issued a final, almost inhuman, scream of agony, when the baby's green head emerged from between her legs. Mercifully for Barbara, its body quickly followed.
The creature was mostly human looking, but had crab-like claws for hands and duck-like webbed feet. Instead of crying it made a moaning sound as it lay there on the bed, while Poison Ivy cut the umbilical cord.
"I have done it. I have created life!!!" she cried as she held the creature up.
My God...what have I done, thought Barbara to herself. _I should have chosen death... _ Then she passed out.
When she came to a short time later, the creature was sucking her left breast, nurturing itself on the greenish substance that issued from her.
"You see, Batgirl...you are more like it, and me, than human now. You are truly one of us," hissed Poison Ivy as she watched her creation finish and move over to Barbara's other breast, beginning to suck hard.
Barbara was too drained to speak and could only lay there, wondering what hell lay in store for her.
"After the accident in the lab, my body chemistry was forever changed," explained Poison Ivy as Barbara continued to lay there, the baby creature nurturing itself on her breasts. "It's impossible for me to give birth, but your body, combined with the drugs I have injected into you, provide me the perfect vessel for creating a family. Not only will you now be my sexual slave, but you are going to be the 'mother' of a race of highly intelligent, super plant creatures, which will take over Gotham and eventually the entire planet."
Poison Ivy removed the creature suckling on Barbara's breasts and placed it in a large incubator. As she did, it emitted a sickly crying sound. Ivy picked up a phone in the room and said something into it that Barbara couldn't hear. Just as she replaced the phone in its cradle, two huge men walked into the room, the same ones who Barbara had earlier faced.
"Boys, since our girl can't get pregnant for the time being, enjoy her. Do whatever you want, just don't kill my playtoy. We need her for some work. Batgirl, Barbara, you will obey them as you would me," she said before she left the room, leaving Barbara alone with the two thugs.
"Okay, Batslut, spread your legs," one of the two thugs commanded as he dropped his pants, revealing his large penis.
Barbara's mind yelled 'NO' but her will to resist was gone. She pushed back the covers on her bed, noticing that the green slime was almost gone from her breasts. The first thug jumped on top of her and pushed his large member past her nether lips and into her pussy. She could only grunt as he continued to work his penis into her still dry canal, while the other thug took up a position at the head of her bed, and thrust his penis into her mouth.
"Urlllll...gmmmphhh" was all she could manage, fighting to catch her breath as he slid his cock down her throat. It became more like "UGHHH..." when the other thug began to slam into her vagina. To her dismay she began to get turned on and her clitoris came to life. She began to heave up and down with the rhythm of the thug whose penis was filling her womb, taking gasps of breaths while she sucked on the other's cock.
"Ohhhh...Ohhhhhhhh..." she began to moan softly as she thrashed up and down on the first thug's cock, while moving her tongue over the prick inside her mouth.
Then, the thug in her mouth screamed, "UGGGHHHHHHH!" and she felt a surge of semen into her mouth as she licked his cock.
"Come on, tighten on my dick, Batslut," the other man screamed as he also neared orgasm.
Barbara complied, tightening her muscles around his penis and sending him into a spasm of delight. Almost immediately, she felt him unload his cum inside of her. It was enough to send her over the edge and she cried with delight, thrashing as his penis rapidly thrust in and out of her.
"OOOOHHH...YYYEESSSSSSSS...AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, an incredible orgasm washing through her.
The two thugs continued to fuck her for hours, trading places constantly, before Barbara finally collapsed on top of one of them, his cock still inside of her, after a tremendous orgasm. She let out a loud moan, then slowly settled onto him as he continued to pound away into her.
Batgirl could go on no more.
The next day, Poison Ivy entered Barbara's room as she fed her baby, if that was what it could be called. It was already about the size of a ten-year-old, and aging rapidly.
"I want you to tell me how your utility belt works. I want to try and summon the Huntress, luring her here with your emergency beacon," explained Poison Ivy. Barbara knew she shouldn't tell Poison Ivy how the beacon worked, but she was powerless to resist an order from Ivy, now that she had been injected with the serum.
"I...ah..." she unsuccessfully fought the command as best she could. "Pull open the third panel to the right and inside you will see a button. Push it and the belt will send out a help beacon coded only for the Huntress," she heard herself say.
"Good, I'm going to give this creature another couple of days to reach adulthood, then I'll hatch my plan. You will say nothing of this to anyone, understood, Batgirl?" she said with a menacing wag of her finger in Barbara's face.
"I understand," replied Barbara, hating herself for being unable to resist.
Poison Ivy left the room, leaving Barbara alone with the creature. It continued to suckle her breast, drawing the greenish colored substance from her left 36C sized breast, which had swollen to a D cup. Barbara was both repulsed and attracted by the stimulation she felt.
The creature had grown and she had to be careful to avoid its large claws, which were now almost two feet long. She was repulsed by the creature, but still liked the maternal instinct she enjoyed while it sucked on her breasts as she gave it more life.
Several days later, Poison Ivy had her henchmen dress Barbara in the upper half of her Batsuit. Her lower half stayed naked, however, her brown trimmed bush exposed for all to see. Then they tied her to the pole in the middle of the room that contained the aging chamber. Poison Ivy knew the Huntress would respond immediately to a summons for help, probably through the same window Batgirl had used, and she wanted to be ready.
"Now remember, Barbara, once she unties you, and I appear, produce the syringe from your belt and inject her with it. No screw ups, or both of you will die, you hear?"
"Yes," said Barbara in a flat tone. She abhorred what she was about to do to a fellow superheroine, but she had no choice and had to submit. Batgirl stood and waited for about twenty minutes, tied up to the pole as Ivy's two henchmen, the same ones who had raped her, toyed with her.
Suddenly, one of the men screamed. An arrow had whistled through the air and struck him. Before the other thug could react, he too was hit.
"Batgirl, I came as soon as I received your signal," said the Huntress, landing with a thud next to Batgirl as she scanned the room for other trouble. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, just a little shaken up. Thank goodness you got here when you did. They were ready to rape me," replied Batgirl as Huntress began to untie her. Just as Huntress finished working the last knot, a loud noise from the corner of the room caught her attention.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Huntress, live and in person," said a smiling Poison Ivy.
Huntress wasn't caught off guard by the appearance of Poison Ivy, but she was puzzled at the villainess' seeming lack of fear at her, and now Batgirl's, presence. Just then, Batgirl reached into her utility belt, produced a large syringe filled with the greenish substance. With only the briefest of hesitations, she reached down and injected the Huntress right in the butt.
Now startled, the Huntress spun around to face Batgirl, and screamed, "What are you doing?"
"I'm...sorry..." Batgirl stammered. But at the same moment, almost as if she were looking at herself from another vantage point, Barbara felt a sudden dark urge to immediately murder the Huntress. I could kill her right now with my bare hands. The thought echoed through her mind so fast that Barbara shuttered, sensing for the first time that some terrible evil was lurking within her.
"What's gggooiinngg...oonn," uttered Huntress as she slumped to the ground, unconscious before she actually hit the floor.
Hours later, the Huntress awoke. She was tied to a table, her costume and mask had been removed, and she was horrified to discover that her belly was huge, as if she were pregnant.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" she demanded, seeing Poison Ivy looking at her and laughing.
"You are going to have a child, I'm afraid. It'll ruin that nice body of yours for awhile, but I assure you, you're making history, Huntress. You're about to give birth to a half-human half-plant species. By the way, you are mine now, Huntress, all mine. You will do as I command, is that correct?"
Huntress was devastated when she heard herself reply, "Yes, Poison Ivy."
_Great Gods, _ thought Huntress. Batgirl has gone over to the other side. Now Ivy has me and I'm pregnant. I can't... "UUGGHHHHH" she suddenly screamed, her thoughts interrupted by a dildo slamming into her pussy.
"I want you to have some fun during your stay with me, Huntress," smiled Poison Ivy as she turned on the electric dildo. "I hope you enjoy this as much as I have."
"AAAAHHH...GGGRRRUUUMMPPHHH...UGGGHHHHH" moaned the Huntress, beginning to move her hips back and forth as pleasure surged through her pussy. I took only minutes for an orgasm to send a shock wave of ecstasy through her long denied passion.
"MY...OHHHHH...Yessssssssssssss..." was all she could utter as an intense orgasm began in her soaking wet pussy and soon seized her entire body with the force of it. "Please...more...more," she begged Poison Ivy, who turned up the dildo to full speed.
Later that evening, Poison Ivy felt she needed some pleasure herself, so she went into the room where Barbara was kept. As Barbara slept, Ivy began to stroke her breasts lightly, then moved her fingers down, ever so lightly, to Barbara's mound of light brown hair, gently parting her labia and beginning to stroke her clitoris.
"UMMMMM" Barbara moaned, although she was still asleep. Poison Ivy began to probe harder, parting her captive's nether lips more until she had her finger in Barbara's vagina. Now, aroused by the stimulation, Barbara began to come awake and and spied Ivy.
"Umm. You really know how to awaken a girl, don't you?" she whispered. "Come on, let me give you some pleasure," she said, pulling Poison Ivy's pussy to her face and licking it with her tongue. She began to probe deeper and deeper, slowly moving her tongue inside of Ivy, then every once in awhile, pulling it out far enough to lick her clit.
"My slave, Barbara...suck me harder...harder," Ivy demanded. Barbara pressed up against the woman's green pubic hair with her face, and positioned her hands behind Ivy's buttocks, pulling them toward her.
Ivy could feel herself building to an incredible climax as the tongue of her once enemy gave her so much pleasure. _Batgirl is mine, _ she thought, _all mine! _ Then she gasped and felt her pussy explode, sending her juices down into Barbara's face as she sucked and licked her mistress.
Barbara was now fully aroused, but as Poison Ivy collapsed in a heap of exhausted passion, she held up her hand. "No, not tonight, my dear. You have provided great pleasure for your mistress, but you will have to wait to taste the fruit," she snickered. "However, I do have a surprise for you. Green, come here," she yelled.
As Barbara watched in horror, the half-plant half-human she had given birth to entered the room. The thing now looked about twenty, with large chest muscles, green skin and, Barbara noticed, a large appendage between its legs, although it appeared to be more plantlike in appearance than a penis.
"You will submit yourself to Green, Barbara, and do whatever he wants," Ivy said, smiling as the plantlike creature drew closer and wrapped its claws around Barbara's nude body.
Barbara gasped as she realized what was about to occur. _NO...NO...please NO. Dear God, what have I created? _ she thought to herself, but was powerless to resist Ivy's command.
The creature lay down on top of Barbara and she felt the vine-like appendage quickly enter her pussy. She noticed it was not hard like a man's penis, but soft, though very strong, as it worked its way up into her womb, pushing against her wall.
"Ohhhhh..." she let out a little sigh when she suddenly felt the vine grow inside of her, rapidly expanding against her inner walls. "OOOWWWW...ouch..." she said, her eyes growing wider as she felt the thing grow and harden inside of her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...uggggghhhhhhhh," she began to moan, out of both pleasure and pain.
The vine inside of her was now bigger than any dildo she had ever had, or any man's penis for that matter. She was becoming afraid it might begin to tear her muscles, it was so large.
The creature began to thrust, very slowly, as Ivy stood close, coaching it in the proper technique.
"Please...I can't take this...please...oh it hurts" begged Barbara as the huge vine filled her vagina.
Just when Barbara thought she would pass out, the vine inside her stopped growing and the creature changed positions, beginning a slow thrusting, centered right on her clitoris.
"Oh...OHHHHHH...OHHHHHH," she began to moan, feeling her clitoris harden. The hard thing inside of her was filling her as nothing else ever had. As horny as she was, it was enough to push Barbara over the edge, even before the creature pulled her closer and began to suckle on her breasts.
"UGGGGHHHHHHHHH...YYYESSSSSSSSSSSSS," she screamed, taking over the pace and pounding her pelvis into the creature's, feeling it fill her as she spasmed from a huge orgasm. "OMMMMPPHHHHH...UGGGHHHHHHHH," she continued, coming again and again in quick succession.
As she came for the third time, the creature, which hadn't uttered a sound, suddenly issued a moan. Barbara felt it pump its cum inside of her unprotected womb. She didn't care, she had never felt such pleasure from sex and she knew she would need more. The pair continued their lovemaking for another four hours, until finally, Barbara collapsed on top of the creature, orgasming yet again, too weak to even sit up. She lay on top of it and fell to sleep, feeling it pumping its seed into her again.
The next morning, Poison Ivy summoned Barbara into another room of her lair. It was a large sunroom, packed with plants. Barbara was started to see the nude body of the Huntress lying on a table. She was strapped in a semi-upright position, with tubes entering her body in several places. She looked at Barbara, and the woman noticed a tear coming out of one eye. The Huntress was gagged and quite pregnant from the looks of it.
I've betrayed one of my friends, a fellow superheroine, she thought to herself as she stared at the once proud crimefighter, now reduced to a baby factory. Suddenly, Barbara remembered her sexual encounter with the creature she had given birth to and looked down at her own belly.
"Oh...NO..." she gasped out loud, gazing at her slightly swollen stomach, "I'm pregnant again, too."
"Yes you are, Batgirl, and thanks to you, we're creating a super race of plant creatures that will some day rule the world. You should be happy," she said, as she led Barbara back to her room.
Within a week, Barbara gave birth to another creature. In the meantime, the Huntress had given birth and was kept tied up at all times, the tubes running into her providing essential nutrition. Her body and muscles quickly deteriorated since she was allowed no movement.
Only two days after giving birth, Barbara and the first creature, which had stopped aging so fast, had sex again, this time with Poison Ivy joining them. As Barbara's tongue probed Ivy's pussy, the creature gave her the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced. She was only partly horrified to hear herself literally begging for more when it halted their sex after only one orgasm.
"Please...please...anything...don't leave me," Barbara cried out, begging for more pleasure. It was like no drug or sensation she had ever experienced. That night, she had sex for six hours before succumbing to exhaustion, and was pregnant when she awoke the next day.
In the weeks that followed, both Barbara and the Huntress continued to give birth, while a crime wave of horrendous proportions overtook Gotham. Authorities were puzzled by the absence of Batgirl and Batman, fearing they may have fallen victim to Poison Ivy, who had openly announced that she was responsible for the tremendous surge in criminal activities.
One afternoon of another frustrating day, Police Commissioner Gordon, Chief O'Hara, and several of the top men and women in the Department met in the Commissioner's office to discuss the recent crime wave.
"Good God, what are we going to do, Commissioner?" said Chief O'Hara, wringing his hands. "My men just can't stop these green creatures, whatever they are. Nothing seems to hurt them. Batgirl and Batman gone missing. We can't stop them!" he cried.
"I know, Chief, I know. My daughter, Barbara, is missing as well. Whatever these creatures are, it appears we've got to stop them. Batman and Batgirl apparently aren't going to be much help."
He, the Chief and the others then settled down and formulaed a plan.
Days later, Barbara gave birth to yet another creature. Each one seemed to come faster and grow quicker. Meanwhile, Barbara and Poison Ivy continued to make love; each time, Barbara fell further under the other's spell, the evil within her increasing until it just bubbled beneath the surface.
"I think it's time you began helping us, directing some of my creatures," Ivy smiled one morning, after she had just finished having sex with the former Batgirl. "I want you to go out tonight with two of them."
"Well...I..." Barbara said, trying to resist. "Yes. It'll be fun," she finally added, almost surprised at hearing herself form the words.
"Good. Tonight you'll put on the Batgirl costume again. It's time for the debut of the NEW Batgirl," laughed Poison Ivy, gently poking a dildo into Barbara's brown-haired pussy as the two lay on her bed.
That evening, two of the creatures and Batgirl left the compound. Their mission was to rob Gotham Furs, an exclusive retailer on the city's most prestigious avenue. They weren't to go into the back door, but drive up, break in and walk out with the furs. If the police arrived, they were to engage them, and if necessary, destroy them. It was to be a display of the new Batgirl and the power of the creatures Batgirl and the Huntress had given birth to.
CRASSSSHHHH, went the main window when the trio arrived and smashed through it. Batgirl quickly exited the car, entered the store with both creatures close behind, and calmly went to the vault. The Dark Angel used some plastic explosive to open the vault and began grabbing furs. The alarm immediately went off and people began gathering in the street across from the store, curious about what was going on. The sight of Batgirl loading furs into a truck with two creatures was enough to attract a sizable crowd by the time the first two police cars arrived.
"Batgirl! What's going on here?" demanded one of the officers.
"I'd say that was obvious," replied Batgirl, as she deposited a load of furs into the truck. "My friends and I here are taking these furs. Now don't try and stop us, or you may get hurt," she said turning to go back into the store.
The police were dumbfounded. Batgirl, with two creatures, robbing a store? It was too much to absorb and the officers watched for another minute, until Batgirl came out of the store again.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to take you in, Batgirl," said the officer again. "I...we just..." was all he could say as he approached her with some handcuffs.
Just then, Batgirl flew into action. Deep inside she was overcome with rage and she exploded. What right did they have to stop her, Batgirl? After all, they'd never given her the respect she deserved. She kicked the officer, then decked him and advanced on his partner, who was drawing his gun. She rapidly darted forward and knocked the gun out of his hand, but as she did the gun went off and she felt a bullet strike her in the chest. Fortunately, she had on her kevlar-armored suit, which stopped the bullet, though it really hurt. Enraged by the pain, she picked up the officer and threw him across the street, much further than seemed humanly possible.
_Wow, _ she thought to herself. Look at how far I just threw that guy. My strength must have increased when Ivy's serum altered my genetic structure. As she continued to gaze at the officer, now sprawled on the sidewalk, she was grabbed from behind by the other two cops. She easily swung her arms forward, sending both of them flying through the air, smashing into the ground more than twenty feet in front of her. Just then, the second cop, who was again advancing on her, was attacked by one of the creatures. With one quick blow of his crab-like hands, the creature cut the officer in two at the torso, blood spraying everywhere as people began to scream and scatter.
Batgirl's rage began to subside as she viewed the scene. _My God, what have I done? _ She wondered to herself, as she and her two companions got into their truck and headed toward Poison Ivy's headquarters.
The next day, newspaper headlines blared -- BATGIRL BADGIRL and THE REAL BATGIRL.
In the office of the police commissioner, James Gordon was upset. "How the hell did this happen? And are we sure it was Batgirl, officer?" Gordon questioned one of the officers who had been on the scene.
"No question in my mind, sir. I was Batgirl, I'm sure of it."
Over the next several weeks, Batgirl, joined by the creatures and the Huntress (who had been finally been disconnected from her tubes, and forced to participate by the serum's will draining effect), continued to rob at will. Several policemen were killed in the line of duty, trying to prevent the robberies. Two of them were killed by Batgirl herself, while another was struck by one of the Huntress' arrows.
Batgirl even began to enjoy the mayhem she was causing. During one robbery, she began to beat her breast, shouting, "I'm Batgirl Ivy. Beware, Gotham, for you are now mine to roam at will," and then she began to laugh hysterically, almost as though she were mad. She and the Huntress were now the two most sought after criminals in Gotham. Back at her hideout, Poison Ivy was ecstatic. Her plan to dominate Gotham was proceeding right on target.
But, something was beginning to happen. Unbeknownst to Poison Ivy, the effect of her serum on the two former crimefighters was gradually wearing off. It occurred slowly, taking several days before the women began having any will of their own again. After that, however, within a day each was almost returned to normal, though they had grown so used to doing as they were ordered that they didn't really realize that they were free of Ivy's control.
After her latest criminal mission at Ivy's behest, Barbara Gordon knelt in front of her bed, agonizing over the memories of what she had done.
"My God, how could I have done these terrible things," she moaned to herself. "I'm no better than Poison Ivy." She ran her hands down her stomach, which was quite rotund again, since she was due to give birth within hours. "I've helped create a race that is strangling Gotham, and I'm helping them, not stopping them."
Barbara was horrified by what she had done. As she knelt beside her bed, her mask and cowl removed but the rest of her black skintight Batgirl costume still on, she contemplated suicide. She had been raped, forced to give birth to terrible creatures that were now taking over the very Gotham she had pledged herself to protect...and she had helped them. Even killed for them! She began to shake and cry uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, the Huntress was leaning over her toilet, vomiting into the commode. _Everything I've tried to do...finished, _ she thought as she vomited again, sick from the memories of what she had participated in.
At the same time, unknown to both former heroines, Poison Ivy finally decided that she no longer needed them.
"As soon as you give birth to our next little one, I'm going to get rid of both of you," said Poison Ivy to herself while watching a videotape of the three of them making love. "I have my master race, your careers are finished, and soon so will you."
The next day, Barbara gave birth to another creature. As she lay naked on her bed, drenched with sweat, her exposed breasts heaving as she attempted to get her breath, Poison Ivy leaned over.
"Thanks, Barbara, for all you've done. But you see, I really don't need you anymore, honey."
"What are you saying, Poison?" said Barbara weakly. Despite her sweaty face and matted hair, she was now fully in control of her will and realized that she no longer felt compelled to do whatever Ivy said.
"I'm saying, my dear, that you will obey me. I want you to make love to Green again," she said, before she turned and shouted, "Green, come in here!" The first creature that Barbara had given birth to entered. It was about seven feet tall now, with its large claw like hands and green, muscular, half-human half-plant body.
Poison Ivy whispered something to Green. Barbara knew her life was in imminent danger but she was very weak from giving birth. With no utility belt or costume, she would have to rely on her wits.
When Green approached her, Barbara gathered what little strength she had and suddenly sprang from her bed, delivering a quick karate kick to his groin, sending the giant plantlike creature sprawling.
_God. Hope this doesn't last long. Don't have the strength to hold out against this creature if I don't nail him now, _ she thought.
Poison Ivy screamed, "KILL HER," as Barbara kicked the creature in the head and punched it in the knee with a quick jab.
"AHHHH," the creature screamed as Barbara continued to pummel it with the last of her strength. _Got to stay away from those claws, _ she thought to herself as the battle continued, Barbara overcoming the larger creature with the element of surprise. But just as she was about to kick the creature again, Poison Ivy pushed her from behind, sending her into the creature. As Barbara lost her balance, the creature brought its great claws up and grabbed her waist.
"AHHHHHH," it was her turn to cry, as the claws gripped her like a steel vise, lifting her up off her feet, holding her hands at her sides as she struggled. Quickly, the creature threw her with tremendous force against a wall, Barbara striking it with her back, then falling to the floor.
As she struggled to get up, she knew the force of the impact had broken several of her ribs. She had just risen to her feet, her eyesight still blurred from the pounding, when the claws grabbed her and threw her up against the wall again...and again...and again; smashing her back against the wall each time, but holding onto her. By the time the claws finally released her, her spine was broken and she lay on the floor, unable to move.
"AGHHHHH!" roared the creature, a horrible noise that sounded like pain escaping its mouth.
"You bastard!" screamed a voice that Barbara recognized as belonging to the Huntress. "You'll die for what you've done to Batgirl."
Barbara was able to tilt her head, just in time to see the Huntress unleash another well-aimed arrow at the creature's heart. SSSHHH went the sound of the arrow before it landed squarely on its target.
"AHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHH!" the creature screamed as it thrashed up into the air, then plopped down on the ground in a heap, not far from where Barbara was sprawled.
"Quick, get up, Batgirl. We must get out of here before this place goes up. I've set on it fire and bolted all the doors. It's just a matter of time before the creatures figure out what's going on."
"I can't get up. Back's busted...ahhh...can't do it. Go without me, save yourself," said Barbara, only able to move her head as she lay face up on the floor, her chest heaving.
KABOOOMMMMM! The hideout shook as an explosion rocked the building. The pair could feel the heat.
"GO! Leave me," shouted Batgirl.
"Forget it. Come on, I'll pick you up...get you out of here somehow," said Huntress gently throwing Barbara's naked body over her well-built shoulders.
"Ahhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhh...nooo...noooooooo," screamed Barbara, the pain jolting her as she moved, her many broken bones protesting.
The Huntress grabbed her sling with her free hand and walked into the smoke filled hallway, just as another explosion ripped the building. She could hear the screams of the plant creatures, who seemed to be unable to cope with smoke.
As she moved along the hallway, however, she failed to notice one of the creatures coming up behind her, until Barbara screamed.
"OWWW!!!!!" she cried out when she felt a claw grasp her right leg and whip it viciously back, sending her and Barbara to the floor. As the Huntress scrambled to get an arrow notched to her bow, she could hear Barbara wailing from pain of her injuries. She managed to get her arrow set, but before she could draw back her bow the creature lashed out and grabbed her by the neck with one claw, while its other one tore through her costume's crotch and entered her vagina.
"You bastard, no one does this to Huntress," she shouted, "I'm going to..." She stopped abruptly and gasped when the creature shoved his claw up into her vagina and stomach with such force that he literally cut her open. The crime fighter continuing gasping, the realization slowly coming to her face that she had been mortally wounded.
"Gaaaaahhhhhhh...Gahhhhh," was all she could manage to choke out, as blood poured out of her and her heart finally stopped beating.
Only a few feet away on the floor, Barbara knew this was now the end. The creature turned and looked at her, then grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up off the floor as she gasped and writhed in pain.
"No...ohhhhhhhhhh...NOOOO!! she screamed, mainly from the pain, as the creature brought its other claw up so it just touched her labia. It toyed with her pain and horror as the once proud crime fighter gasped for breath, knowing these were her final moments of life.
"AHHHHHH!" she half-gagged when she felt the claw enter her vagina.
Suddenly, a volley of shots rang out, followed immediately by the bang of a concussion grenade.
"We got him. We got him," a man cried excitedly as the creature fell, fatally wounded by armor piercing bullets.
"Good work, O'Malley," said Commissioner Gordon, who stepped forward through the smoke. "Now round up the rest of these, if there are any left, and get Poison Ivy." He stopped in shock when he saw the body before him. "MY GOD! Barbara?" he said, looking at the nude body of his daughter.
"Help me...help..." said Barbara weakly, as she began to sob.
EPILOGUE
The police never found Poison Ivy. Somehow she had gotten away...again. The aging machine was destroyed in the fire. The creatures Batgirl and the Huntress had given birth to were also all killed in the blaze the Huntress had set.
The Huntress, her secret identity revealed as that of Helena Bertinelli, was given a full police funeral with honors, and was buried beneath a granite statue erected in her honor.
Barbara Gordon's secret was safe. Her Batgirl persona was not revealed; though Poison Ivy knew it and she was out there, somewhere.
As for Barbara Gordon herself, she spent the next eight months in a hospital bed, immobile while her broken bones mended. And while she healed physically, mentally she was a wreck.
She cried often and had to undergo intensive psychotherapy for the next few years. Fortunately, she wasn't crippled, but it was a long time before she was able to patrol as Batgirl again. The police eventually decided the Batgirl they had seen committing crimes was an impostor trying to discredit the real Batgirl.
THE END