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Batgirl vs. Sly the Slime	By : NatMar Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 4475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sly
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Poison Ivy’s lairs were always areas that had to be traversed with extreme care. So as Batgirl slipped into the dark, overgrown laboratory, she kept a careful eye on the vines that continued to pulse along the walls and ceiling all around her. The creeping tendrils already covered the interior structure of the large facility and it appeared that they were continuing to grow.
Barbara Gordon, in her alternative identity, had entered the abandoned laboratory through an upper window and found a catwalk that crossed over the main floor. The metal framed passageway was far enough from the walls and ceiling to be out of reach of the slithering plant life. But she still made sure to step carefully to avoid making any sound or sudden movement that would risk attracting their attention. The masked heroine had been captured in their grip before and had no intention of repeating that mistake.
Below her a variety of vats and industrial cauldrons dotted the immense floor of the old chemical building. There was something ominous about Poison Ivy taking over the same chemical plant that had spawned the Joker many years ago. And even though he had used the facilities to create a number of horrific weapons, this time Poison Ivy had taken it over. As terrified as Barbara Gordon was to discover what the botanical villainess would be creating in this environment, the crime fighter recognized her duty to put a stop to it.
The large tubs below Batgirl were mostly empty. But some continued to hold small remains of residue and one or two were still filled with some kind of stagnant goop; a few had even cracked and oozed their contents into small pools on the floor. Fortunately, the heroine had checked the security of the catwalk before proceeding and was able to move stealthily forward, confident that she wouldn’t fall into the contaminated devastation. Which meant Batgirl was able to keep her main focus on the vines that circled above her. She continued to eye them warily as they slithered through the rafters. The sentient stems seemed to be oblivious of her, but she knew how quickly they could turn on her.
Barbara was tracking the movement of an especially large vine as it traversed the ceiling above her, when suddenly her right foot stepped into a shallow pool with a light “sploosh” sound and stopped. The heroic intruder paused as she realized that the sole of her boot was stuck fast in place. Looking down she saw, what appeared to be a small puddle of water pooled across the catwalk, but was apparently instead some kind of glue. Batgirl tried pulling her foot back, but whatever it was, was extremely powerful. She couldn’t move.
She bent over carefully and gave the water a closer inspection, which allowed her to realize that it wasn’t what she had expected. There was no sign of the metallic catwalk under the water, it actually appeared to be quite deep. With her attention directed overhead, she hadn’t noticed that the walkway ended at the edge of a deep container that held the liquid. But it obviously wasn’t water, she hadn’t fallen into it with her step, she met resistance. And water wouldn’t be gripping her foot like this substance was. The spongey goop was clear, but had a consistency like rubber. Her trapped foot bounced very slightly. In fact, she could see the fluid moving and swaying with currents and eddies below the surface that didn’t seem to have any source.
As she watched, she saw tiny tendrils of the compound begin to creep up and over her captured boot, gripping it even more firmly. Even worse, Batgirl watched helplessly as the leather began to dissolve where the slimy goop was contacting it. She gasped and tried to quickly slip out of her destroyed boot, but by then the substance had oozed inside and also had a firm grip of her bare foot.
Fortunately the dissolving effect seemed to only be applying to her shoe. As the goo gripped her foot and began climbing up her ankle, it left a warm, wet tingling sensation along her exposed flesh as it separated her skin from her pant leg and began slowly devouring the purple fabric.
Once again Barbara fought against the pull as she realized that she was being slowly pulled into the gelatinous substance, like sinking into a pool of quicksand. She tried getting leverage from the edge of the catwalk, but the substance seemed to be fighting against her.
As if in retaliation, her submerged foot was suddenly pulled forward with a vicious yank, stretching her legs in an awkward split as she struggled to maintain contact with the safety of the platform. Until finally she was dragged out of reach and her left foot was forced to plop down into the slime next to the right. Her arms pin-wheeled for a moment as she wobbled to maintain her balance. Her left foot swiftly sunk to match the right and that boot was also rapidly eaten away.
“He likes you,” Poison Ivy’s voice came from the floor below Batgirl. Bioluminescent bulbs lit around the villainess as she approached the large glass tank that held the clear substance that Batgirl was currently sinking into.
“Poison Ivy,” the captured heroine snapped with disgust. “What is this stuff?”
“’Stuff’? Don’t be rude, Batgirl. He’s very sensitive,” Ivy stepped forward and caressed the glass enclosure. “You probably thought it was just some kind of non-Newtonian liquid that you stepped in didn’t you? But as you probably guessed, since I’m involved, it’s actually botanical. It’s a type of eukaryotic organism called Magnus Brefeldia. It’s essentially an extremely large off shoot of a Physarum Polycephalum.”
“A giant slime mold?” Batgirl exclaimed.
“Yes, he’s a sentient slime, the only one of his kind. I call him Sly because he’s so smart,” Ivy stroked the glass tank. “And he says that you taste delicious, he can’t wait to get to some of the more tasty parts of you.”
“Ugh, that’s disgusting,” Batgirl groaned. “Are you telling me that you talk to it?”
“Of course, like all of my plants, I share a very nice psychic bond with him. I can feel everything that he’s feeling.” Poison Ivy leaned against the glass as if sharing an intimate embrace.
“And… what is it going to do to me?” Batgirl asked reluctantly.
“Oh, it will digest you eventually. But he’s going to have some fun with you first, probably for quite a while. It will need to work up a hunger.” Ivy laughed.
“Not today, Ivy,” with a flick of her wrist, Batgirl pulled her grapple gun off her belt and pointed it towards the ceiling. A thin, but powerful cable shot into the rafters and wrapped into a firm grip. Then the captive heroine activated the motor with her thumb to pull herself to safety.
However, the goo maintained a firm grip on her sunken feet. Thicker and stronger tendrils slapped around her ankles and crawled up her shins, burning through her pants. As it got a more firm hold of her bare legs, the creature tugged her further down against the pull of the grapple. Batgirl’s teeth clenched as her muscles tensed against the fierce tug of war. Her joints strained at the pull from both directions, her body quivering with the tension. A fierce scream came out of her, part frustration and part determination. When suddenly the grapple slipped from her fingers and shot up into the shadows above her, out of reach. She stared up with sick realization at her situation.
Below her, Poison Ivy laughed. “Sly is stronger than you thought, isn’t he?”
Batgirl’s bare legs were now sunk up to her knees as probing tendrils wrapped up her thighs. The heroine began frantically considering other options.
“Mmm, your legs are so smooth and tender,” Ivy cooed sensuously as she leaned against the tank. “But the best is yet to come, isn’t it?”
Barbara tried again to pull against the goo, but she had nothing to push off of. She frantically looked around for anything within reach. But she was hopelessly isolated. If this was truly quicksand, the proper solution would be to lay flat in order to spread out her weight. But with her clothing being dissolved, she would need to protect her mask as long as possible to keep her identity secret.
She could feel the slime caressing and squeezing the flesh of her legs, almost sensually, as it pulled her further in. The goop was climbing her thighs, reaching tentative extensions towards her crotch as if eager to reach the destination. Slowly her feet were pulled apart. With her pants quickly dissolving, it was obvious that her genitals would soon be vulnerable. In frustration, Barbara resisted the urge to beat at the goo with her fists. It wasn’t hard to figure out, that would only entangle her in the sticky substance even worst. And as long as her hands were free, she still had a chance.
With her thighs nearly completely emerged, it was clear that the conscious concoction was making an active attempt to access the heroine’s vagina. With very little ability to do anything about it, Batgirl tilted her pelvis, buying herself only a couple of millimeters of reprieve. Unfortunately, this had the effect of dipping her buttocks into the warm, fleshy liquid. Instantly the fabric covering her lower butt cheeks was dissolved and the goo began seeping into her crack and squeezing her plump rump.
As a warm, wet tendril made contact with her anus, Barbara let out a surprised shriek and pitched forward, just enough to plop her pussy into the goo. Before she could consciously stop herself, her hands shot down to protect her exposed vagina. Instantly the goop clutched around her fingers and pulled her arms aside. Almost immediately clear tendrils began crawling up her hands and immobilizing her wrists at her side. Meanwhile her costume was being peeled away from her pelvis and quickly dissolving around her. Her pants and underwear disappearing up her hips. Even her cape began to dip into the creature behind her and vanished inch by inch.
“Ah, there it is…” Ivy’s hand roamed over her own body as she watched Batgirl’s most intimate features being slowly revealed within the crystal clear tank. One hand caressed the glass in front of Barbara’s bright red bush, as if she was running her fingers through the lightly swaying pubic hair. But Barbara Gordon’s main focus was on the goo as it solidified and melted, oozing and caressing against her genitals as it gently peeled her labia open and began pressuring its way into her orifices.
“No,” Batgirl muttered nervously.
“’No’? No what Batgirl?” Ivy exclaimed with mock surprise. “What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of revealing how much you’re really enjoying this?”
“Keep your perverted fantasies out of this, Ivy,” Batgirls breath was getting short and choppy.
“My perverted fantasies? I’ve got news for you sweetheart,” Poison Ivy giggled. “Not only does my little pet here share a psychic bond with me, but it also knows what you’re feeling. Haven’t you noticed how it reacts to your every desire?”
By this time, Barbara had sunk to her waist. Her utility belt was melting away and her bat themed gadgets were falling out of their compartments, and sinking down to float around her naked body. As the clear goo rose to fill in her belly button, the tingling, tickling sensation was engulfing the majority of her body. In a desperate attempt to do something, Batgirl violently shook her shoulders, the only part of her body that she had any control over. But this just made her sink quicker and as her elbows submerged, tendrils began reaching for the bottom curves of her amble breasts.
“What is it you want from me, Ivy?” Batgirl panted. It was getting harder for her to hide her panic.
“Well obviously I want to see how well you breed with Sly here. Can you imagine a whole batch of indestructible little half slime/half human rape machines being able to go out into the world and propagate with more and more women? I bet you can pop out a couple of dozen of the little monsters before he has to start digesting you,” Ivy laughed for a moment before stopping and regarding her captive. Finally she walked up the stairs to the catwalk so she could look her nemesis in the face.
“But I guess that’s not really all, Batgirl. I don’t just want to see you die, I want you to succumb. I want to see you give in to the feelings that you’re fighting so hard to cover up. When was the last time you got laid? I’m betting that you’ve been suppressing yourself for a good long time. Who knows if you’ve ever really given over to your body’s natural reactions? I can feel the pressure building up inside of you. And with that much repression, once you finally do let out your own pent up urges, you are going to be completely and utterly consumed. It will be a climax to end all climaxes. You’re going to be devoured by your own carnal appetite. It will devastate you on a whole new level, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You’ll be destroyed. But for me, being tied to you through this creature, not only will I get to watch it, but I will feel it as you do. I get to share it on a level that I would never get to on my own. I want you to cum so I can share the sensations. I want to experience a Batgirl orgasm.’
“That will never happen,” Batgirl gritted her teeth as she struggled to contain her dignity.
But as her chest sank and the bat symbol was slowly burned away to expose her large breasts, Barbara’s erect nipples displayed a proof of her arousal that she couldn’t hide. And the horny slime wasted no time in squeezing and pinching the sensitive mounds playfully as more of the feminine features were pulled into its domain.
All around the erotic tableau, the towering vines continued to arch around and over with growing agitation. Writhing and twisting as if bearing witness to their mistress’ inevitable victory over her enemy.
Once slimy clear tendrils stretched over her shoulders and pulled her further down, only Batgirl’s cowled head remained above the surface. She was actively panting now as every inch of her exposed body was being stimulated, both inside and out. Through the clear fluid, pulsating distensions of her stomach showed the depth and power of intrusion as she was being filled both vaginally and anally. The flesh of her breasts was being crushed and twisted by unseen forces. Even her arms, hips and thighs could be seen reacting to invisible squeezes and stokes.
Careful not to touch the goop herself, Poison Ivy laid down on the edge of the catwalk so she could look Batgirl in the eyes. The villainous slipped a finger into her cleavage and tugged down her bustier in order to expose and fondle her own pale breasts while her other hand slid between her spread legs and began vigorously rubbing the crotch of her tights.
“Oh yes, Batgirl,” Ivy moaned. “I can feel what you’re feeling. Give in. Your pleasure is the only thing you have left. Let it go. Cum for us.”
“No…” the heroine whimpered weakly. But the fluid around her grew more agitated, rolling and manipulating her naked body within its grasp. Despite herself, Batgirls breath was growing staggered and raspy, the fluid rose up her neck, forcing her to raise her chin. And suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out an earth shattering moan that echoed through the abandoned laboratory. Despite the tight grip of the creature, her body shook and quivered within the tank, with a force that sent ripples through the thick goo.
At the same time, Poison Ivy’s face registered shock as she fell back against the catwalk railing. Her fingers ripped aside the crotch of her costume as she began pumping her fingers into her own cunt as she erupted with her own monstrous orgasm, screaming in praise of sensations unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Once the villainess caught her breath, she looked over to the doomed heroine. Only Batgirl’s face remained above the surface as she gasped to catch her breath. Her panting lips were quivering and her eyes stretched wide with surprised terror. With her head tilted back, the back of her cowl was already dissolving away.
“Oh thank you, Batgirl. I will always treasure that,” Poison Ivy cooed as she continued to gasp for breath. The heroine made no reply as she fought the sensations that continued to ravage across her body. Barbara knew that the flood gates had been opened and she would soon be experiencing more orgasms due to the monster’s control.
“Mmm, I should save this for a souvenir,” Poison Ivy carefully reached over, pinched the nose of Batgirls mask and lifted it way, shaking the goo off the dissolved edges. She looked at it for a moment before doing a double take at Barbara. “Wait, I know you, don’t I? Aren’t you the daughter of Commissioner Gordon?”
“You’ll pay for this Ivy,” Barbara said defiantly.
“Oh, I have a wonderful idea,” Ivy sat up with excitement. “I should send this tank to your father. It can sit in his office and he can watch his naked, slutty daughter be continually fucked and slowly digested for the next few years. And when his homicidal grandchildren are born, you’ll be able to watch helplessly as they make him their first victim.”
“Batman will save me…” was the last thing Barbara said as the goo finally rolled over her face and pulled her completely under. Inside the creature, the heroine’s jaw was forced open and her lips were formed into a perfect O as slimy tendrils pushed into her mouth. Her neck bulged as the slimy phallus was driven down her throat. Although she was completely helpless, the goo was supplying oxygen and nutrients to keep the woman alive while it ravaged every part of her.
“No, Batman won’t save you, Sweetheart,” Ivy laughed as she hung the tattered remains of Batgirl’s mask on the edge of the tank. “Remember when I said that Sly is the only one of its kind? Well I’ve registered him as an endangered species, so it’s illegal to hurt or interfere with either the feeding or breeding of this creature. Batman and your daddy won’t be able to do anything but sit back and watch you get raped and digested for years, until there’s nothing left of you.”
The only response was the naked woman silently settling in the center of the tank, hovering in the thick, clear gel; her eyes wide with terror. Barbara’s legs and mouth were pried open and her long red hair billowed around her head, frozen in place. She remained motionless with a steady thumbing bulge in her belly and throat that showed she was continuing to be used by the horny slime. Only a faint rhythmic pulsing of her chest showed that she was still alive. Meanwhile, a small collection of bat shaped gadgets and a metallic logo belt buckle hovered around a helpless Barbara Gordon, revealing her secret and tying her to her previous alternate identity.
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