"Oracle's Ordeal" - Chapter 6: "Poison Ivy"

In this, the last part of our brave heroine's ordeal, Sofia Falcone enlists the help of a well-known supervillain to punish, not Barbara Gordon's beautiful body, but her heart!

Find out how in this special, extra-long chapter as we near the conclusion to our story!

The burning pain still mercilessly clinging to Barbara’s punished body made it difficult for her to process her surroundings. Sofia Gigante Falcone had stepped away and was standing in the corner of the room, just outside Barbara’s field of perception.
She could hear the mobster speaking but couldn't concentrate on the words through the haze of agony, then suddenly, she felt Sofia’s hand roughly grab her face.

“Are you listening to me you little bitch?” Sofia had approached Barbara and the heroine hadn’t even noticed. “That was quite a beating you just took,” she said, removing her hand from Barbara’s face after soaking in the bound redhead’s anguished beauty. “Don’t pass out on me yet”.

Sofia headed towards the metal door in the back of the room and knocked twice. The door opened and Barbara could hear bare feet come into the room.

“Oh my, you were right Falcone… She is a cutie.”

It was Poison Ivy. Barbara recognized her voice immediately. The green-skinned supervillain stepped into the harshly lit center of the room, where Sofia had left the wheelchair. She was wearing a tight red blouse with only one button holding it across her chest, accentuating her gorgeous breasts and a green laced lingerie thong and nothing else, leaving very little to the imagination. Thin vines and the occasional small flower seemed to wrap gently all over her stunning body and her magnificent, deep red hair which flowed behind her. Barbara couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her glowing green eyes and full, dark green lips were.

“I trust you have everything you need to begin doctor Isley?” Said Sofia.

“Almost,” said Ivy, utterly failing to contain her malicious smile. She slowly walked up to where Barbara hung in her shackles, eyeing the bound heroine’s punished body. She grabbed her by the front of her little yellow shorts and pulled Barbara towards her, increasing the space between the redhead’s lower body and the whipping post. “For starters,” she said, “I think this one is a little overdressed”. With that, she undid the top button on Barbara’s mini shorts and as she slowly brought down the zipper, she moved her body even closer to Barbara’s forcing her to turn away to avert Ivy’s gaze and bear the humiliation of being stripped against her will.
“One last thing…” said Ivy, to no one in particular. From her hair, she plucked a small flower bud and inserted it into Oracle’s own, behind her ear.
Immediately, the bud began to blossom and its stem started growing and spreading. Barbara could feel its vile vines begin to make their way to the back of her head. She could feel one tendril coil around her neck, just tight enough to suggest a threat. As it grew, it seemed to break off into different directions, one continuing onto her shoulder then spiraling up her right arm all the way to her hand and stopping there. The other, growing down along Barbara’s spine, almost sensuously making its way to the small of her back, then making its way further down, between the heroine’s firm buttocks, then splitting again, in two different directions around both of her thighs then spiraling down each leg, stopping around her calves.

“What the hell is this?” Demanded Barbara.

Ignoring her, Ivy squatted before the beautiful captive and slowly pulled down her shorts, removing them completely, dropping them to the floor. She then slowly and softly, kissed Barbara’s legs, gently biting them occasionally. The villain then stopped and stood up to face Barbara.

“Come in darling!” she said, still looking into the redhead’s eyes, as if not wanting to miss a moment of her reaction to what was coming.

"No..." Barbara breathed, immediately regretting it.

"Mmmmm, yesss..." Retorted Ivy as she started stepping away from the bound redhead.

Even as a silhouette, before he stepped into the light, Barbara could recognize who it was that Ivy had summoned. Tim Drake. The Current Robin. Her boyfriend. The man she loved. Barbara’s heart sank and her mind started racing. Why was he here? How did they get to him? Was he hurt? Did they torture him too?
Quickly, Barbara saw a faint green glow in his eyes, and she immediately understood what was happening. Poison Ivy’s toxin. Tim was being controlled by the villain’s mind-controlling pheromones! Tim stiffly walked to the center of the room near the wheelchair and Ivy slinked over to meet him. She leaned against his chest as he stared straight ahead.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!” Shouted Barbara. Her blood was boiling, all the pain and exhaustion from the hours of torture seemed to disappear, replaced now only by rage and fear.

“But he’s sooo dreamy!” Replied Ivy, mocking the heroine as she held on to his neck and lifted her leg up to his groin. “No, I don’t think I want to. There’s sooo much I want to do with your boyfriend Miss Gordon…”

Barbara wasn’t listening. “Tim! Tim, it’s me, Barbara! Snap out of it, please! ” she cried out, knowing it wouldn’t do any good.

“Oh I don’t think he cares too much about anything you have to say right now Miss Gordon,” said Ivy as she lay her head onto his chest. She then looked up at him, “isn’t that right my love?”.

“Yes, Ivy.” Replied Tim on command, his voice cold, unfeeling and weirdly distorted.

Barbara could almost taste the anger as she spoke through her clenched teeth “This is between you and me, he has nothing to do with this if you hurt him-“

“Oh please.” Interrupted Ivy as her lips moved closer to Tim’s ear. “Lover, why don’t we show your little girlfriend a thing or two?”

“Yes, Ivy.” Came Tim’s reply, as lifeless as before.

The villain broke away from her brainwashed victim and made her way to the wheelchair that was still in the middle of the room. She placed her hand on it as she walked around it, caressing its handles and the backrest. Finally, eyes still on Barbara, she sat down.

“Darling? Come down here and show me how that little brat likes it.” Commanded Ivy as she inched towards the edge of the seat and opened her shapely legs to the sides. At once, Tim was kneeling in front of the wheelchair, his hands almost sheepishly making their way towards Ivy’s thong.
“Yes, that’s right, just like you do it for her…” she purred. “Take off your shirt” barked Ivy, and Tim obeyed.

“Tim! No!!” Barbara was trying to blink away tears of rage, she had never felt so humiliated and helpless.

Tim delicately removed Ivy’s thong and handed it to her, like an offering, just as he would with Barbara, a little playful gesture they shared, now a cruel twist of the knife in the current situation. He then moved towards her left calf, as he began to gently lift it so as to place it on his shoulder.

“That’s all right sweetie,” said Ivy, her words dripping with malice as she raised both her legs and laid them over Tim’s shoulders, crossing her ankles over his upper back.

Barbara turned her head away, she couldn’t bear to witness what was happening. She’d rather face the lash again 10 times over than have Ivy poison and use her love for Tim against her like this. Just then, she felt the vines from the flower Ivy had placed in her hair begin to move! They began to wrap her jaw and cheeks and slowly, but very firmly, they began to force Barbara’s head forward. They were surprisingly strong and the redhead was helpless to resist.

“Oh I don’t think so Miss Gordon,” said Ivy, “We don’t want you to miss a single second! My little friend there can do all sorts of wonderful things, one of them, is to make sure you’re paying attention”. Barbara only now noticed Ivy was holding a thin branch, the length of a riding crop. With Tim’s arms now supporting her, holding her ass, he began gently kissing her labia.
“Mmmmmm, so gentle and caring…” sighed Ivy, rolling her head back. “That’s not how you satisfy a REAL woman!” she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head into her pussy as she began rubbing herself against his face, thrusting. “There we go…” breathed the villain, before biting her lips and checking for Barbara’s reaction. Tim drove his tongue deep into her and Ivy gasped, “Oh my! What an appetite Mr. Drake… But I can’t have you enjoying yourself too much can I?” With that, she unwrapped her legs and set her feet on the floor. She then started caressing his shoulder with one hand and tracing a line on his back with the thin crop. Then, without warning or mercy, she raised it and brought it down hard against the hero’s back. Tim straightened up and let out a small grunt but continued to eat Ivy out.

“No! Don’t hurt him! You can’t do this!” Barbara cried out, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ivy ignored her pleas and proceeded to continuously and savagely beat the man she loved, leaving red welts all over his back.

“He may be in a trance Miss Gordon but I assure you he can feel everything” teased the green-skinned woman. She was now beginning to draw blood.

“Please…” Barbara began to quietly sob.

“Ooohhhhhhh…” Ivy moaned as she stopped her thrashing. Her green skin glistening with a thin layer of perspiration, not only from exerting herself with the crop but because she was close to climax, her chest heaving. “That’s it… OOHHHHMMMmmmm…”. She pulled his head away and paused for a moment. “That was…” Ivy began as she put her feet o his chest, “…mediocre”. With that she whacked him in the face with her crop, once on each cheek in quick succession, then pushed him away with her foot. He nearly stumbled but then rose to his feet. “I feel bad for you Miss Gordon, but you mustn’t blame him of course, he’s just not used to satisfying a woman of MY caliber.”

“I swear, when I get out of-“ Before Barbara could finish her threat, the vines holding her face started to move again, this time inching towards her mouth. To her horror, they began to make their way into her lips and inside her mouth and soon began to force it open.

Ivy walked over to her, her thong still in her hands. “That’s enough out of you for now,” she said as she roughly shoved her laced underwear into Barbara’s open mouth. Instantly, the vines began to retreat from her face but before she could spit anything out, leaves seemed to wrap over her mouth like tape, keeping the garment inside and preventing the redhead from speaking. All she could do was try to block out the sweet taste of Ivy’s sex.
At the same time, the vines around her legs began to move, bringing her knees up and to her sides. “Don’t worry though, we don’t want you feeling left out, I’ll plan with you too!” Teased Ivy.
Barbara felt the vines moving again behind her. She looked down and to her horror, saw two tendrils growing out in the space between her open legs. They weren’t so much getting longer, as they were getting bigger and thicker, approaching the size and girth of a man’s arm.

“HHHMMMMFFFF!!!” Was all Barbara could manage but it was too late. With a roughness and carelessness that could only come from an unthinking, unfeeling plant creature, the slimy, wet vines began to force themselves into Barbara’s most sacred of holes. The tendrils continued to grow and thicken, even once inside of her. The one in her pussy began to move up and down slowly and started to pulsate. Soon after, the second one began to make its way into Barbara’s asshole, mimicking the first one’s pattern. Soon they began to work in unison, picking up a steady rhythm.
Ivy, mere inches away from the struggling girl, placed her hands past Barbara, on the post, and brought herself closer, leaning into her until their breasts touched. She then began kissing Barbara’s neck, gently at first, then slowly moving down to her breasts, sucking, licking and kissing her already hard nipples.

Despite her vile predicament, Barbara could feel an orgasm building up inside of her. She pushed her bosom out, arching her back against the post as her breathing became more erratic. She could barely think straight, the vine around her neck began tightening and her only comfort was the fact that this bitch was no longer hurting Tim, a thought she was using to try and block out the wave of sensations her body was now being subjected to. This notion quickly disappeared when she heard Ivy call out: “Mr. Drake? Could you come over here please?”

Tim approached the two women. “Put your hands behind you and kneel here, in front of her” Ivy commanded, and immediately, Tim was 4 feet away from Barbara, kneeling, shirtless, and with his hands behind him, holding his elbows. Looking straight ahead, his eyes were at the level of Barbara’s sex, though he seemed to be looking straight past her. Ivy circled to his right, holding the whipping branch again. “Your little girlfriend seems to think she can decide what I can and can’t do, so I thought I’d check with you”, Ivy said as she brought the whip up to Tim’s chin. “Can I hurt you?” The villain asked.

“Yes, Ivy.” Replied Tim with no hesitation.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” Barbara was screaming behind her gag, as Ivy’s vines continued to defile her.

Ivy’s lips twisted into a sadistic grin as she brought the whip down hard across Tim’s face. He remained still, taking his punishment in a seemingly stoic fashion, even though Barbara knew the real Tim was just below the surface, feeling every blow. And Ivy did not let up. She continued to swing at him while she circled around, hitting every part of his torso, shoulders, back and face and he would just quietly grunt, never breaking position. Soon he was covered in red welts, and even bleeding in some places.

As this was happening, the vines behind Barbara began to move again, only this time, she felt them make their way around her ribs. These tendrils were very thin, like tiny wires but just as strong. They began to circle her breasts, moving underneath them then up between them before completing the circle and tightening up, squeezing them at their base. Then they closed in, slowly spiraling closer to her hard, stuck-out nipples. With an evil efficiency, the thin vines began coiling around the base of the tips and began to squeeze mercilessly. Barbara squeezed her eyes shut. The biting pain she felt on her nipples grew more intense by the second. She threw her head back as a wave of heat came over her and her orgasm came crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She jerked and twitched as this huge mix of sensations hit her like a truck.

Barbara opened her eyes to see Ivy bent over behind Tim, who was still in the same position. Her arms were on his chest and she was hanging over his shoulder with a malicious smile on her face.

“Did you see that Mr. Drake?” Ivy spoke into his ear, just loud enough for Barbara to hear. “I think your little slut of a girlfriend actually enjoyed that. How embarrassing for the two of you, I bet you can’t make her cum like that. Tell you what, I’ll let you try and satisfy me one more time. Right in front of her, so she won’t miss a thing.”

Barbara was still recovering from her climax as she began to shake her head frantically.

Ivy walked up to her, turned around and pressed her body back up against the bound girl as if she were grinding in a nightclub. “Come to me, Tim Drake” she commanded, and right away, Tim had his hands on her waist, Ivy was now in between the two heroes. Throwing her hands around his neck, Ivy turned her head slightly, so she could just see Barbara out of the corner of her glowing green eye. “Kiss me like you love me Tim”.

It was the way Ivy called Tim by his name that nearly broke Barbara completely. Feelings of humiliation and guilt were crushing the poor girl. Tim was only here because of her. How could she be so careless? And now Ivy had the man she loved completely at her mercy and was stealing from her something she thought was sacred to them. Tim kissed her deeply for what seemed like forever to Barbara.

When Ivy finally broke it off, she looked Tim, ready to deliver the killing blow to Barbara. “Tell me you love me Tim Drake”.

“I love you Barbara”.

There was a pause.

“What? You What?!” Barked Poison Ivy. “You useless piece of human garbage! Just like all men, you are useless!!”

Ivy turned around right up to Barbara’s face and roughly ripped her gag and thong from her mouth. The vines around barbaras legs and chest receded, as did the tendrils that were mercilessly thrusting into her just seconds before. The only ones that remained were around her arm and neck but she could feel them harden into wood now.

“This is your life now little girl”, hissed the villain. “You and your hunky little boyfriend belong to Falcone now and she’s gonna make sure neither of you sees the light of day. She’s gonna keep you both here but you will never get to touch him again. If you’re lucky, maybe shell let you see us torture him in front of you”.

“Temper, temper, there will be plenty of time for all that later”. It was Sofia Falcone, stepping out from the shadows, placing her hand on Ivy’s shoulder. She had been watching this whole time, enjoying every moment of it from afar. “She’s right of course,” she continued, her deep voice and the implication of what she was saying shaking Barbara to her very core “You and Mr. Drake will spend the rest of your very unpleasant lives down here, paying for what you did to my family Miss Gordon.” She turned and started heading towards the door, “Come Dr. Isely, we have forever to play with these two, won’t you join me for a nightcap?”

Ivy grabbed Tim by the neck and immediately, vines started to envelop him, coiling around his body and restraining him. When he was all tied up, Ivy pushed him and he fell like a sack of cement. She crouched over him and whispered, “I’ll deal with you soon, once my toxin has worn off. I want to hear you scream, no one embarrasses me like that”.

“Pamela?” Falcone’s voice echoed around the room and Ivy headed out the door with her.

The heavy door shut behind them.

Once more, Barbara was all alone.

To be continued...