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BATGIRL VS POISON IVY   An Interactive Story
by Robert Cashman

 WARNING: THE CONTENTS OF THIS STORY CONTAIN MATERIAL OF
A SEXUAL  NATURE, INCLUDING GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF
BONDAGE AND NON-CONSENTUAL  SEX.  IF YOU FIND SUCH
MATERIAL OFFENSIVE  OR ARE UNDER 18 READ NO
FURTHER.  THIS STORY IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES IT
SHOULD NOT BE TRADED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FOR PROFIT. 
I WRITE THIS FOR MY PLEASURE AND YOURS ONLY. COMMENTS,
IDEAS, AND SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME BY THE AUTHOR
WHO IS NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER.  
 
Batgirl was frustrated.  For the past three nights she had been trying
to track a series of
elusive robberies, at night from jewelry stores. It wasn't the usual
type of crime a
superheroine usually busied herself with, but the notes had taunted
police and her by name
to stop them.
   "What's a 26-year old good-looking female doing, peering into
wharehouse windows?"
thought Batgirl to herself as she hoisted herself onto yet another ledge
for a look inside. 
She was dressed in her familiar black costume with a yellow bat
emblazoned over her
ample size 36-D cup breast. She was lean and muscular as she peered
through her mask
past the window and spied on the scene inside. As she did, she noticed
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, her legs wound 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 an sliced her
down the middle.
  "My God, I'm too late!' cried Batgirl as she saw the man take out the
knife and slice
down the woman's front.
  Without further thought Batgirl went crashing through the window, back
first to absorb
any glass as she landed on the floor.
  Both men gaped in surprise, as did the girl, who hadn't been cut at
all, but whose pants
had been sliced down the front and were now draped around her legs, her
panties 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?" as she lept and gave a flying judo kick
to the man with the
knife, knocking it from his grasp.
 As she turned she took a hard fist into the stomach, knocking the wind
out of her.
  "Ugggghhhhhh" Batgirl cried as she backed up to gain some time. Then
she pounced,
jumping up to miss a vicious kick from her assailant, kicking him in the
jaw in the process
and sending him flying.
  CRASH....as he fell hard to floor.  "Now for the first mook," she
thought as she turned
back toward him.
  He stood, about 20-feet away, a gun pointed to the female'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 Posion 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's
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
as her two henchmen pulled a curtain in the back of the room. Behind it,
was an enclosed
chamber, about the size of a shower. It had Plexiglas side and an
enclosed top.  Batgirl
stared at the chamber, wondering what 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 was enough
for Batgirl to reach
her utility belt and unleased a stun bomb while the henchman with the
gun had taken his
aim off the girl for a second to pull the curtain.
 KA_BOOOMMM as 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.
  Batgirl quickly got the other gas mask in her utility belt and gave it
to the girl as she untied
her.  As Batgirl bent to untie the last knot she felt a crushing blow to
her head and
everything went dark as she slumped to the floor.
  When she woke up, Batgirl noticed her utility belt was lying across
the room. However,
she was in 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
the chamber. "If I can only 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
famous 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 moment, you
should be about 75 or so!" Poison Ivy laughed. "I'll gladly let you go
so the rest of Gotham
will know I own this town now!  I do have a proposition for you. Work
for me and I'll let
you go. Refuse and you'll age very quickly and perhaps die in the next
few moments.
What's it to be, Batbunny?"
  "I'll never give in to you, Poison Ivy....NEVER! shouted Batgirl as
she beat on the walls
with all her might, her chest heaving in and out as she beat on the
glass ceaselessly with her
gloved hands.
  "Say good-bye Batgirl. Such a waste...a good body like yours could
have been mine," 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 shoot through her body, rendering her helpless, arms resting
on the Plexiglas
walls as her body began to shiver from the eerie feeling.
  Then it was over. The light faded as Batgirl looked around. She banged
the walls again.
Nothing seemed different.  Poison Ivy approached the chamber and opened
the door as
Batgirl ran out and took a judo leap toward the nearest henchman. She
jumped up and
kicked, but he grabbed her leg and twisted it as she came down on the
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, wondering what had happened. As
she turned to
get up she noticed Poison Ivy holding a large mirror up.
  Looking back in the mirror was a woman in a Batsuit, but not 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 her suit wasn't as tight.
  "My GOD" she thought as she pulled off a glove, feeling her face.
"NO....NO!!!! as she
felt the deep crevices in her face and noticed for the first time 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 to 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 about 75 to 80-years old. You will age
about 4 years for
each more 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.
  "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," she smiled as her two henchmen
grabbed Batgirl
and began to beat her as she left the room.
  "GRHHHHHHH"   UGGHHHHHHHH..." cried the Dark Knight as the henchmen
pulled her down and began to pummel her as they undressed her.
  They literally ripped off her Batsuit, gloves and boots as she kicked
and screamed, but,
at 76 or so, was no match for the two henchmen.
  Batgirl's once muscular body was srunken, her arms mere shadows of
their former selves
as the muscle tissue hung limply from her slim arms.
  Her once firm size 36-D cup breasts, now sagged appreciably, stretch
marks evident in
the area near her shoulders as her wrinkled breasts 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 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 penis 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.." as he began to ram her hard with his penis and
pelvis bone.
  Batgirl thought she might actually suffer a broken pelvis in her
condition, he slammed her
so hard. Back and forth, back and forth, she could feel his penis
slamming into her
battered vagina 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 the hot cum squirt
inside of
her womb.  Her assailant continued to slam her hard for another few
moments before he
withdrew and slapped her hard across her face.
 WHAP!!!   WHAP!!!!"  as she received another blow. The dazed Batgirl
could only lay
there, momentarily stunned as he got up and the second henchman kneeled
between her
legs and inserted his penis into her.
  "No....not again.....please....anything..........anything....just let
me go.....I'm yours" she
begged to no avail as he put his arms behind her back and lifted her up,
shoving her limp
body up and down on his cock as he kneeled on the floor, sucking her
sagging breasts.
  As he began to shove her up and down, faster and faster he pulled her
body to him,
grasping his hands together as he pulled her tight.
 "GAAAAAHHHHHH" cried Batgirl as she heard a couple ribs break.
  "AAAHHH.......AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" moaned her second assailant as
he came deep inside of 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" even as she realized it was. Her
face was
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 hair
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 as
another round
of rape began for Batgirl.
 The rapefest continued for several hours. In the end, Batgirl lay naked
and beaten on the
floor, several ribs broken, every other part of her frail body aching
from the rape, gasping
for breath.
  Poison Ivy entered the room as Batgirl lay there.
  "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 bad.
  "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. You will bring him to me," she
said holding up
the 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 began to put the Batsuit on.
  Barbara could only look on, her eyes sunken and downcast, unable to
resist.  She was
so weak, she sat 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. Not so tight, 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 into an adjoining room without any windows. She noticed
it had a TV
monitor however where she could watch what transpired in the room.
  Fifteen minutes later, as one of the henchmen stood in front of her,
Barbara heard the
unmistakable sound of glass breaking as Batman lept into the room. It
seemed like one
fluid move as he picked up the henchman and threw him across the room.
  "Batgirl, I hope you're all right," he said as he approached her.
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, Poison Ivy brought her free hands
around, clasping
Batman in a bear hug.
  "Batgirl...what are you doing???" he gasped as Poison Ivy leaned
quickly over and
kissed him passionately on the lips, her poison having an almost
instantaneous effect.
 "Wha......uuuggggghhh.....what?" gasped Batman clutching his chest as
he went crashing
to the floor and Poison Ivy removed her cowl.
 "Sorry Batman, wrong girl....Batgirl was never the right girl for you
anyway," she laughed
as Batman lay dying on the floor.
 "Ughhhhhhhh.......why?  What? said Batman his hand reaching out for
Poison Ivy with a
puzzled look on his face as he slumped back, and hit the floor, dead.
  In the adjoining room Batgirl watched as Batman died. "What have I
done?" she cried to
herself, sobbing as one of the henchmen led her back into the 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 Batgirl could only stand for the briefest of periods.
Her breath was
labored and when she did stand, she needed a cane for support. The
arthritis was so bad
she could barely move, she was in so much pain. The ribs she had broken
in the rape still
sent shocks of pain racing through her battered once lean body.  She was
beaten.
  She was led back into the room with the chamber, the room where Batman
had died. All
of Gotham now knew Batman was dead. His body had been found, along with
a note
attached to it, warning anyone to try and track his murderer down would
lead to the same
death. Also enclosed with a picture of her 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.
  Suddenly, the robe she was wearing was ripped from her and Poison
Ivy's two
henchman 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"  Suddenly she felt something on he lips. She looked to see
a large cock
staring her in the face. She meekly complied, knowing to resist would be
to be beaten to
death, as 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.
  Four hours later 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 on the floor, 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
in a few days of old age, 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 Batgirl.
  "WHO IS BATGIRL?" screamed Poison Ivy as she delivered a vicious kick
to
Barbara's chest.
  Barbara lay on the floor, gasping for breath, taking her breaths in
short gasps, her mind
swimming as she looked across the room to the tired old lady staring
back at her.
 "Barbara....Barbara Gordon.." she whispered, barely able to voice the
words.
  "No kidding? The commissioner's daughter,"  she laughed. "Wouldn't
daddy like to see
his daughter now?  So?  What's your choice, old lady," as she spit out
the last two words
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. Everything she had worked for, hoped, dreamed was gone...if she
couldn't at least
live.
 She put her head down as she 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 as she let out a shriek and injected her with the
substance.
 "There. You're mind 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 manged
to spit the words
out as she curled into a fetal position on the floor and began to groan
as she held 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 were on fire, from the inside. The pain was so great
she finally passed
out, as she did, 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, when 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 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, her breasts.  She was 26
again.  She looked in
the mirror across the room, from which she had first gazed as her
76-year old body.
Barbara Gordon looked back at her but there was one large difference.
She had a huge
belly. "It looks at though..." as she gasped.
  "That's right, Batgirl. You're pregnant," as Poison Ivy finished 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 weeks time you will give birth to the worlds 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 as she
licked her clitoris then
snaked her tongue up into the green haired pussy of her enemy.
  Poison Ivy took Barbara's head by a hand and pulled it so Barbara was
looking up into
her eyes as she said, "You see, Batgirl, that syringe not only contained
a serum which
makes you my slave, unable to resist whatever I say, but a powerful
chemical of mine that
I developed that impregnated.... you," said Poison Ivy, as she began to
moisten while
Barbara probed her insides.
 "Ahhh.." she moaned as she laid down and the brown-hair Dark Knight
began to probe
her clitoris, faster and faster.
 "Ohhhhh.....Ohhhhhh....OOOOOHHHHHHHHH" screamed Poison Ivy as she
thrashed
her hips into Barbara's face, her orgasm ripped through her.
  "That's enough for today," she breathed a moment later. "You need your
sleep," as she
exited the room and locked the door, just for safekeeping.
  
 Over the next week, Barbara's belly continued to grow to a huge
proportion. While she
was fully aware of what was happening, and truly horrified by it, she
had lost her will to
resist. Her stomach felt like the skin over it would burst any minute,
it was stretched so
taunt. She wondered if she would survive the birth.  She knew her belly
was much larger
than most women and her breasts had begun to ooze a greenish colored
substance she
didn't dare try.

  A day later her labor pains began, as Poison Ivy and her henchmen
watched.  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, tears running down her face as she lay
with her feet up,
her body glistening with sweat that came out of every pore. Her hair was
matted with
perspiration and her breasts were rock hard as she screamed in pain.
  Batgirl could hear a ripping sound as her vaginal muscle began to rip,
as she moaned and
screamed, the pain more horrible than any she could have imagined.
 "OHHHHHHHHHH"  was one long scream as the baby's green head appeared
followed
by it's body.
  It had a human looking head, with 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..."
as 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 emanated 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 Batgirl's other
breast and begin to suck hard.
  Barbara was too drained to speak and could only lay there, wondering
what hell lay in
store for her.

Ok...you decide...what happens next. Does Barbara turn to a life of
crime, helping Poison
Ivy and her child?  Is she eventually killed by the creative she has
given life to, killed in a
hail of gunfire by police during a robbery or does something equally
sinister await her.
Ideas and suggestions to:
bobcashman@hotmail.com


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