Gotham Sirens: Poison Ivy’s Rapevine

GOTHAM SIRENS: POISON IVY’S RAPEVINE

by the Perv Otaku

The greenhouse was dark, but not completely quiet. Scratching sounds emanated from the door, cutting out a circle of glass. The glass fell free, and a gloved feminine hand with claws reached in and opened the door. Catwoman crept inside and quietly stepped through the greenhouse, looking around. “There it is,” she thought. “It figures that she would swipe it from the Gotham Pet Products R&D lab before me, but I’m not about to let her keep that engineered hybrid super catnip specimen.”

She walked towards the potted plant, stepping over thick vines that were strewn across the floor. Suddenly, the vines began to stir. One of them reached up and wound itself around her boot. “What the hell?” she thought as she found herself unable to advance. “Damn her and her plants.” She reached down and sliced the vine with her claws, but another vine coiled around her wrist, and yet another around her other leg. “Oh, shit,” she thought.

The rest of the vines swiftly rose up, snagging both arms and both legs. They wrapped around her limbs, all the way up to her shoulders and thighs, and hauled her up off the ground into the air, pulling her into a spread-eagle position. “Shit. Can’t reach them with my claws. They’re smart enough to stay out of reach of my hands,” she thought as she flexed her fingers this way and that, trying to reach the vines with her fingertip blades.

“How do you like my new security system?” asked a voice from the darkness. The lights came on, revealing Poison Ivy.

“Dammit Ivy, let me down!” Catwoman said.

“It’s a new crossbreed I’ve developed. I took my creeping vines and mixed in some canola. I call it my rapevine,” Poison Ivy said.

“Canola, also known as rapeseed. Ugh, what an awful pun,” Catwoman thought. More vines moved towards her and wrapped around her torso. These had sharp-looking thorns. As the vines pulled across her body, the thorns dug into her catsuit, slicing it into ribbons. “What the hell? Ivy, I said call it off!” she demanded.

“Oh, don’t mind the thorns,” Poison Ivy said. “I threw in a little bit of rose for that. It’s conditioned to avoid cutting your skin, though.” She was right. The vines were only slicing up her clothing. Soon her underwear was uncovered, and then both her bra and panties suffered the same fate, falling away from her body in pieces. It took off just enough to leave her fully exposed in the front and between her legs. Her mask was left intact, and her vine-bound arms and legs were still covered.

“Ivy, what the fuck?” Catwoman asked.

“You didn’t think ‘rapevine’ was only a play on words, did you? Oh no, my dear, I was much more inspired than that,” Poison Ivy replied. More vines descended upon Catwoman, wrapping around her ample breasts and squeezing.

“No! She can’t be serious. Oh, dammit!” Catwoman thought as the tips of the vines stretched to her nipples and rubbed against them. The next vine moved to her shaved pussy, and rubbed against her lips. “Don’t do it Ivy. I’m warning you…” said Catwoman, followed by, “Oh, fuck!” as it pushed into her. “Uhhnnn!” she moaned as it prodded deeper inside.

“Oh, I can understand you wanting the experimental catnip,” Poison Ivy said. “Of course I do. But I saw it first. I can’t just let you come in here and take it after I worked so hard to steal it.”

“You’re right. My bad,” Catwoman admitted. “I apologize. How about we—ahhhhh—share it?”

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think, dear?” Poison Ivy replied.

“Oh fuck, how deep is this thing going to go?” Catwoman thought, while moaning, “Oohhh!” She could hear the sound of the vine moving in and out of her pussy. “Oh shit no! I can feel it filling me up! It’s stuffing my pussy completely!” she thought. “Uhhhaaa! Alright, fine! Keep it! Just let me goooooo!” she pleaded.

“It’s a little late for that too,” Poison Ivy said.

“Goddammit, Iiiivy!” Catwoman moaned as the vine continued pounding her. Another vine reached up from underneath, and touched against her asshole. “Shit! Ivy, no! Don’t do it! Ughhh!” she grunted as the vine forced itself into her back door.

“Mmmm, that looks so nice up there. I can’t resist any more,” Poison Ivy said. She waved her hands and the leaves that made up her corset dropped away from her body, revealing the bushy red hair around her pussy and leaving her completely naked. “Come to Mommy, my pet,” she said. More vines reached down to her, and cradled her and she dropped back into them. They fondled her sizable breasts and slid easily into both her pussy and ass. “Oh, yeeeess, that feels so good. Give it to me good, baby.”

“Aaaahhh! Ehhh!” Catwoman continued moaning. She thought, “I never realized she was this much of a sick, twisted bitch. Though dammed if this isn’t actually starting to feel kind of good. Holy shit, the one up my ass is in there as deep as the first one! No, wait, it’s deeper!” She screamed aloud, “Fuuuuck!”

“Ooooo, yes! Fuck me! Harder!” Poison Ivy shouted, writhing in pleasure as the vines rammed into her.

Two more vines approached Catwoman. The first went straight to her clit, rubbing against it as its fellow vines relentlessly double penetrated her. “Yaaaaahhhh!” she screamed. The second vine dove into her mouth, reducing her moans to a muffled, “Mmpphh!” She thought, “Oh God, it’s going down my throat! I can’t breathe! I can’t… I’m going to… cuuuuuum!” Her back arched and through the vine in her mouth she screamed out, “Mmmmmhhhhhhh!” She fell limp in the vines holding her and penetrating her, and thought, “Damn… you… Ivy…”

“Give me more, fill Mommy up!” Poison Ivy commanded.