"Batgirl, stay!"
Barbara froze in midstride. Ahead of her Huntress was the last of the venom-drugged Birds of Prey to leave the hideout. Helena was now more than seven feet tall and her ample muscles rippled as she moved. Her black cloak only half hung over
her heart-shaped ass and Barbara found herself enjoying the sight of butt sliding in and out of view as she walked. The cloak was the only part of Helena's costume that wasn't in shreds.
Helena turned, drawn by Ivy's voice even if the command wasn't meant for her. Barbara felt a surge of deeper arousal as she got a better view of Huntress's breasts. The Venom flowing from the watch-dispenser had turned them into enormous
G-cups that bounced and swayed with Helena's every breath. The transformation into muscle goddess had stretched Huntress's top into a tight band around her breasts, nipples protruding like bullets beneath the dark fabric, and constricted tit flesh spilling
out above and below. Huntress's pants were reduced to a few shreds of kevlar that just barely preserved her modesty.
Barbara could see the arousal in her friend's eyes as Huntress took in Batgirl's naked body. But Helena's body shivered with lust when Venom and pheromones combined in the sight of Poison Ivy's pefect form.
Seeing she wasn't required Helena disappeared on her mission to capture and addict other members of the Justice League to Ivy's modified Venom.
"Now, why don't you come over here and tell me all about yourself, Batgirl."
Poison Ivy was watching her with a victorious smirk. Barbara thought rapidly. A host of lies and subtly deceptive truths came to mind, any of which would lead Ivy astray and with luck reveal her to Batman or another of the League's detectives.
The words that came out of Barbara's mouth though were simple truth. She loved what Venom did to her and it was slowly dawning on her that it and the pheromones meant she was loving was Poison Ivy did to her.
Barbara's training in criminology had included giving clear concise statements to police and court without any extraneous details. In other circumstances she might have been proud of her summary, but now Poison Ivy knew everything important
about the life of Barbara Gordon and her alter ego Batgirl.
"Now Miss Gordon, you can retain the identity of Batgirl for now. Until you enslave enough of the rest of Justice League to earn better. Perhaps then Batgirl can become," Ivy paused and waved a hand uncertainly, "Flower Girl or some such.
But that's for the future. Now you are the only other person capable of making my special venom and that means special attention."
Ivy pushed Barbara onto to the ground
"Now, open your legs and enjoy this."
It wasn't a promise, it was an order. But Barbara thought it was probably unnecessary. The Venom had made her horny as hell and the expended and unconscious Dick Grayson wasn't going to give her satisfaction. Only yesterday she'd helped
undress Power Girl and envied the Kryptonian her evident strength. Now Bane and Ivy's Venom had given her the body she wanted and shredded her inhibitions as thoroughly as her clothes. As she spread her legs she realised she was looking forward to this and
in fact her only regret was she hadn't made a pass at Power Girl.
Barbara was already naked and wet with her own juices and Dick's cum. Her thighs could free her from Ivy's grip forever, crush her into unconsciousness or even death. As she watched Poison Ivy apply mind control lipstick she knew this might
be her last chance.
"Don't worry. The Venom should let us be safe playmates."
That 'should' didn't sound certain Barbara thought before the entry of Poison Ivy's finger into Batgirl's hot wet cunt drove all thought from her mind. Poison Ivy knew how to pleasure a woman though she was clearly improvising to account
for Barbara's titanic stature and musculature. Batgirl's horny body was quickly brought to the edge of orgasm by Ivy's twisting thrusting fingers before the arrival of Ivy's lips on her super-size clit sent het screaming over the edge.
Black Canary's orgasms had already shattered the hideouts windows. Barbara was glad there weren't even any bums in this deserted warehouse district to hear Batgirl surrender herself entirely to Poison Ivy.
Barbara expected the chemicals in the lipstick to cloud her mind. Instead it seemed to clear it, to give her a perfect clarity and focus. And that focus was the divine avatar of nature: Poison Ivy. Ivy had her whole fist inside Barbara,
stretching her a little, punching in and out in a rhythm that matched itself perfectly to the pulsing of Batgirl's pussy.
"Your obedience sealed with a kiss. This is a special formulation, one designed to interact with the changes the Venom has caused in you. Taking advantage of those lost inhibitions and new appetites to give me so much more control over you
mammals."
"You vigilantes always seem to have sidekicks and apprentices running around with you in spandex. You are my henchgirl. Or sidekick if you still want to think of yourself as a hero. Bringing the goodness of nature and muscle to the deprived."
Poison Ivy dragged Barbara to her feet. Barbara's mind was churning, her memories were unaltered but their meanings seem to be changing. She had always loved Ivy, hadn't she? Become Batgirl to give her the opportunity to get close to her
and to learn so much that Ivy would want to know. To become valuable to her beloved poisonous flower. She obediently followed Ivy over to the snoring Dick Grayson.
Poison Ivy prodded a green-clad foot disdainfully into Dick's crotch. Minutes before there had been a foot of thick cock enough to satisfy the enlarged Birds of Prey. He was still coated in semen and the juices of more than half-a-dozen
horny women. But to Barbara's regret his cock was still flaccid, like his now puny muscles.
"Oh dear, it does seem like you've quite exhausted this gentleman. A member of your club? Do tell."
Barbara was no longer surprised by the speed and eagerness with which she told Ivy that this was Dick Grayson, and added all the most important points of his costumed and uncostumed identity. As well as how hard he had been ridden over the
last few hours.
"Quite exhausted. Let's see if we can't bring him back to life."
Ivy blew pollen into Dick's face. Immediately his cock swelled and jerked a little skyward and his eyes opened. They were blank and a little drool leaked from his mouth.
"Not to my tastes but men have their uses. Especially those trained by the Bat Man and with the trust of the officers of the law and their cronies. Clean him up, Batgirl."
As Ivy puckered up and applied more lipstick, Barbara wiped the drool from Dick's face and poured a jug of unadulterated water into his sticky lap. She was wiping him clean with the tattered remnants of Strix's ninja costume when Ivy pushed
her aside.
Poison Ivy kissed the unmasked Nightwing full on the lips. He moaned a little and his cock sprang fully to life. When she broke off the kiss he still seemed a little drunk but he blinked with a little intelligence.
"Dick Grayson, I have a little errand for you. You will do it for me, won't you?"
"Yesssh," Dick slurred, "'Cause I love you."
"Yes, I can see that", Ivy said with exaggerated irony as she looked at his erection. "Impressively so even without Venom. Now, my gal pal Harley has been locked up in Arkham and I want you to fix that. I don't care if you do with it brains
or brawn, get her out. And, Dick, you're a gift from me to her. Let her do whatever she wants with you and your love."
Ivy stroked a finger along Dick's cock which made it clear that whatever her desire for men, she knew exactly how to make one beg for her. Before the inebriated Dick could do more than moan in pleasure she grabbed his cock and squeezed hard.
Dick's moan of pleasure turned to one of pain.
"One exception. If she tries to release or even visit the Joker you kill him. Don't go out of your way to find him, but if he's there take the opportunity to kill him. That goes for you too Batgirl. You will murder for me, won't you?"
Ivy released her grip, it had become so tight at the Joker's name that even Barbara's eyes had watered in sympathy for Dick. She paused as she tried to sort through the jumble of conflicting emotions and impulses that filled her Venom fuelled
mind and body.
"Yes, Poison Ivy," the naked Batgirl and Nightwing chorused. It was true. She would kill for her beloved Ivy.
"Batgirl, give him one of your Venom dispensers, show him how to use it and give him a small shot. A little dose will give him a body that will deal with that alcohol."
Barbara did as she was told and in a few minutes a Dick Grayson only six inches taller than normal loped off into the night.
"Batgirl, time for you to go about the same mission as the other Birds. Spreading Venom and obedience like bees from flower to flower. I'm sure you have a special flower you'd like to 'pollinate'. Don't worry about finding me, I can smell
the pheromones you give off when you're enVenomed."
Poison Ivy laughed and slapped Barbara's ass. She shook her hand in mock pain, then pushed Batgirl towards the door. Still naked except for her Venom dispenser Barbara Gordon headed into the Gotham gloom.