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Dark Harvest
Chapter 12: Feint - Part 2
Written and Edited by R.S.

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It was darker than pitch and warm as a slowly baking oven. A thin curtain of moisture permeated the heavy, damp air. The atmosphere it created was not wholly unpleasant and only added to the overwhelming sense of drowsiness that covered him in a thick, comforting blanket. A fragrant organic scent accompanied every deep, slow breath and it smelled faintly familiar though he couldn't quite place it.
Superman wanted to continue sleeping and breathing deeply in this strange, dark, and lazy place. Surely that was easier to do than to be awake and face the terrible things he had done so recently. He felt his every muscle completely relax again in that utterly quiet respite of darkness. He was curled up on his side and resting on something very soft. His fingertips and cheek brushed against the slightly waxy surface of the strange bed.
Time to wake up.
Superman reluctantly began to stir. He had to get up. The voice had commanded it. He simply had to do what the voice ordered, but he still felt so guilty for what he had done to Lois and Kara. After all, everything that had happened to them was solely his fault. The only reason they had died was because of him. They had died because he couldn't protecct his loved ones....or anyone else for that matter. The voice, even with its sultry, sweet tones, had said that too. It had to be true.
Get up now, my pet, and come to me.
There was no delaying the inevitable. The velvety and powerful voice simply could not be ignored. He sluggishly pushed himself to a seated position- even that seemed difficult.
Then one entire wall of the dark and tiny room unfurled, like some old parchment scroll being rolled up, allowing a harsh wedge of bright light to flood his sanctuary. Cool, fresh air lightly slapped him in the face.
As his vision adjusted, he realized he was back in Ivy's spacious greenhouse. The sea of windows comprising the ceiling and walls revealed it was still night outside. Did all of it happen in a single night? Or was it the next night now? He couldn't be sure of how much time had passed.
The bed in which he had been sleeping so peacefully was in fact the same gigantic crimson rose he had been inside before, but all that seemed ages ago. The enormous plant began to shake and then tilted forward, dumping him unceremoniously out onto the cold concrete floor. As the Man of Steel looked over a shoulder, its one open petal, about the width of a car door, gracefully refolded itself giving the whole flower the look of a giant red alien pod.
Come to me now, slave.
The voice once again. Her voice. It vibrated though his every cell and he immediately began to obey. It felt good to obey her again, his mind told him, but he had not taken more than a handful of steps before he was forced to stop.
No. Crawl to me on your hands and knees like the sniveling little worm you are.
"Yes, mistress" he mumbled groggily.
His own words seemed strained and forced to his ears. Something didn't seem quite right with what he was doing. Everything in him told him it was the right thing to do but for some nagging reason it still just seemed wrong. The tiniest of mental urgings was whispering for him to stop- to reisist- but against Her voice it might as well have been a mouse squeaking in a stampede of buffalo.
Moving was still a humongous chore, like swinging ones limbs deep under water, and his mind was still entirely too muddled. He felt considerably weakened and drained. His brain felt packed in thick, fluffy cotton balls as if from sleeping way too long. However the most certain and crystal clear idea thrumming through him was to obey.
So he did.
The cool, damp hardness of that concrete floor was disturbingly familiar to him. On each side were the now familar long woooden tables that held a rain forest's wealth of rare plant life. Somehow, instinctively, he knew exactly which direction to go. Superman slowly weaved his way through the long rows of sturdy tables until he finally rounded one last corner.
Even before laying eyes on her he could literallly feel her presence bearing down over him, beckoning him closer and closer like a siren's song. Poison Ivy was perched regally on an intricate high backed throne comprised of living interwoven green vines and tan colored branches from various surrounding plants. A rainbow of colorful closed buds as well as fully open blossoms framed her lovely relaxed form.
There was a large, stout toadstool standing proudly at her side acting as an end table of sorts. Resting neatly on the giant mushroom's red top was a unremarkable black metal box. Its lid included a small numbered keypad and was slightly ajar. It took Superman a few moments to recall that it was the very same box that Ivy had forced him to steal from Lex Luthor's secret underground vault before taking her into downtown Metropolis.
"Focus, focus," she chided while rudely snapping her fingers twice. "I'm aware of how dumb and slow witted you are but I expect you to be able to know that much by now."
His eyes locked onto hers while crawling forward and he felt that horrible feeling of being an outsider in his own body once again. The mere sight of her caused some well established emotions to rise to the surface- anger,shame, hatred, and worst of all.... pure animalistic lust. It shamed him deeply that he still felt the last one after everything she had done. However the combination of some of the other feelings was helping to clear his mind by the tiniest of fractions.
"Stop there," Ivy commanded haughtily, pointing to a spot on the floor before her. "Did you enjoy your little nap, slave?"
The ravishing villainess stepped lightly down from her makeshift throne and began slowly circling her kneeling prey. Superman couldn't help but to marvel at the incredible liquid grace with which she moved. It was similar to a dancer and certainly effortless for Ivy.
"While you were dozing off in la la land for the past couple of hours, my precious baby was pumping your system full of more of my lovely mind control spores. You have no chance of resisting me any more."
Of course. That was why the air inside the rose had seemed so heavy and smelled so familiar.
She gently patted his head like a favored pet brought to heel. "Ah, but I doubt you have the will or frame of mind to even think of opposing me any further. After all, what you did to your little whore friends was positively dreadful. You must have felt sooo guilty as you killed- or rather- murdered them in cold blood. I'm sure some of their last thoughts were wondering how the person they trusted the most could turn on them like that."
A distant outpouring of emotion welled up in the back of Superman's addled mind. Brief flashes of Lois and Kara sprang forth. Smiling. Laughing. Happy. Alive.
His vision began to blur as tears fought their way past the mind control. He kept his head down facing to the rough grey floor. Ivy seemed oblivious.
"Now that the little outburst you had in Metropolis is over and done, I think it is time we continue where we left off in you training, slave," Ivy announced with tempered glee. "And if I remember correctly, I think I was in the middle of teaching you to accept utter defeat and humilation as well as total obedience at my hands. What say we continue your lessons now?"
She leaned down, cupping his chin with her cool, slender fingers and yet again his body practically melted at her touch.
"Oh, the fun we will have and the things we will do..." she quietly mused.

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The Watchtower
The barely perceptible hum of the elevator filled the silence as Black Canary rode down alone. With everyone divided and preoccupied by tending the wounded and doing damage control both at the Watchtower and back on the surface, it had left her with a severe shortage of able hands. But with her orders given and mostly in the process of being carried out, she couldn't hope for a better time to finally slip out of the main JLA war room for a while. Besides, she could use a break after the highly stressful job of leading Earth's combined forces against an all out attack.
The ride down seemed drag on into quiet eternity. The satellite was truly an enomrous structure. She had failed to connect via any means to Red Tornado, who had gone down to check for the technical issues affecting the Watchtower's scanners and other minor operations. And given how much time had passed, that definitely could not be a positive sign. The League could definitely use the base's scanners operating at full capacity to help locate both Superman and Ivy's suddenly missing plant army.
She let out an exhasperated sigh as the lights in elevator car suddenly flickered on then off then back on again. Also not a positive sign, she thought. Canary stepped forward as the elevator doors finally whooshed open.
Just as her boot set down into the hallway both rows of lights lining the long, shiny corridor flicked off leaving her in near complete darkness.
She slammed a gloved fist against the wall.
"Really!? What now?"
The elevator's emergency call button yielded absolutely no response as did the elevator itself. Somehow it too had completely lost power and shut down.
She grabbed a utility flashlight from a small maintenance panel in the wall and proceeded toward the control room. With the base usually staffed with technical workers for jobs like this, she had been down here, in the very bowels of the Watchtower, only a couple of times.
The bright white beam from the LED flashlight cut a swath through the darkness but did little to assuage the eerie vibe nonetheless. Why did things always look more dangerous and alien in the dark? The only other discernible source of light came from the anemic pale, red glow of the emergency lights spread out every several feet. Luckily the infirmary had it's own emergency generators on their own floor so that was one less thing to worry about.
"Reddy?" she called out, her voice coming out a bit higher and tighter than she had intended.
"Are you still down here?"
A rather uncomfortable silence was her only answer. She inched carefully down the hallway listening for any sounds of life. Finally the door to the control room came into sight. The lighting situation was no better there.
"Reddy?" she shouted into the darkness. "Are you okay?"
Nothing.
Black Canary carefully swung the flashlight beam left and right as she entered the cavernous, equipment filled room. There was absolutely no sign of her teammate nor any sign that he had been there at all. Could he have possibly been sidetracked by something? No, Reddy wouldn't have done that without contacting her first.
Then something caught her eye near the far end of the room. There was some sort of faint, blinking light doing its best to fight against the wall of near blackness surrounding it. After carefully maneuvering her way down along the vast aisle, a feeling of dread and then panic closed in at the sight in front of her.
The ghostly beam of the flashlight revealed that some key pieces of equipment had been deliberately smashed by someone or something and that many of the cables had also been neatly severed with what appeared to be a some sort of thin, razor sharp blade. The result was a feeble sputtering of sparks from a few cords which had drawn her attention to the area. Well that certainly explained why the scanners and various other functions were not working properly.
Who could've done this?
Rapid movement behind her.
"Damn!" she breathed as her instincts took over.
Black Canary ducked and rolled out of the way just as something whizzed past her head, close enough to actually part some of the strands of her blonde hair. Keeping down low she made a hasty break back toward the entrance of the room, making sure to weave and dodge an unpredictable path through the rows of electronic equipment to keep obstacles between her and the unseen intruder. She was almost halfway back when she planted a foot awkwardly on something fairly large and round on the darkened floor.
"Ooof!"
She grunted, stumbling to the side and painfully slamming her shoulder against a heavy piece of metal equipment. Somehow she had managed to keep a hold on the flashlight and carefully flipped it back on. Clasping her bruised shoulder, she hurriedly scanned the floor.
Her eyes widened in horror. "Oh my god."
Red Tornado's severed head stared back at her. Or it would've had his eyes not been punctured and his metal skull run completely through by two thin green shafts. It was lying sideways in a small pool of gray liquid that served as the android's "blood".
"No, oh god no...Reddy....." she breathed, her vision blurring from barely restrained tears.
Though she wanted to desperately to belive otherwise she knew who was behind this attack. The two green shafts were in fact very familiar looking arrows.
"Ollie? Ollie is that you? Why are you doing this?" she called out to the darkness. "What the hell is going on?"
The lights miraculously came back online, flooding the room with fluroescent whiteness. The hum of equipment rebooting soon followed. Canary had to squint as she tried to carefully peer about her surroundings. There was no sign of Green Arrow. The door and exit however were within sight and with the power back on the elevator should be up and working as well. Her mind raced with thoughts and confusion still trying to process that the man she knew and loved was trying to kill her.
Should she stay there and try to reason with Ollie? No, that didn't seem to be working. To kill Red Tornado and try to do the same to her was unfathomable. He couldn't be in his right mind. Mind, she thought.
Of course. Somehow Poison Ivy had taken control of both him and Superman. A pang of guilt struck her heart at that. Clark would never have harmed her in any way unless someone had been controlling his mind and forcing him to do it. There should've never been any doubt about that. Well she would see to it that both close comrades were freed from that harpie's control. But first she had to warn the others that there was, for all intents and purposes, an intruder aboard the Watchtower.
After sucking in a deep breath she scrambled forward again, only gaining a few feet before something struck a computer server stopping her in her tracks. She barely had time to register what it was before the flash-bang arrow went off, scalding her eyes with light and sending her ears ringing with a deafening screech. Blinded, head swimming, and completely disoriented, she struggled back to her feet before a voice spoke to her from several feet away.
It was difficult to hear clearly over the ringing in her ears, but she knew for certain that it was Ollie.
"Dinah..." his voice sounded pained yet somewhat robotic at the same time. "I'm so sorry. I-I can't....fight her. She's making me...do this. I can't....can't...."
His hand began to tremble on the bow as he released the razor sharp arrow at the woman he loved.
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"Oooohhh," Poison Ivy threw her head back and moaned in unabashed ecstasy. "Mmm...yes...you are doing a fine job as always. You always hit just the right spot."
She slightly shifted her position atop Superman's face. Say what you want, but the man has a way with his is tongue, she thought. Super-speed had a hell of a lot more uses than simply moving from point A to B really quickly. She could feel him shuddering and hear his muffled moans of pleasure as well while she reached behind and continued stroking his stiff cock.
Ivy cried out again as she climaxed repeatedly over his awaiting mouth. A satisfied grin touched her lips as she felt him eagerly lap up her sweet juices. Perfectly content, she slid off his face, moving down onto his well muscled chest, throroughly savoring her utter control over the most powerful being on the planet.
Well formerly the most powerful anyway.

Superman's steel hard cock was positively throbbing under the attentions of her skillful hand and teasing fingers.
"Would you like to cum?" she asked sweetly.
"Y-yes, mistress," he uttered guiltily.
Ivy clucked her tongue. "Ah, ah, what do you say first?"
He let out another moan of pleasure. "Please, mistress, please allow me to cum."
A devious smirk formed on her gorgeous face.
"Excellent. Your training and re-education is coming along quite swimmingly. Are you ready now?" she asked already knowing the answer.
"Yes, mistress, yes please..." he panted.
Ivy's silky but firm grip increased in speed and urgency. Each time her hand pumped up the length of the shaft toward the head, she would add a twist at the end, making his sensitive tip throb even harder. Superman groaned in both bliss and agony, on the very verge of coming.The ravishing villainess delivered a few more expertly timed, swift strokes before cruelly stopping cold.
"Nope. Conquered slaves and broken toys don't deserve to cum."
She laughed directly in his face after seeing the hate and disappointment staring up toward her. With the intimate link they shared, she knew that she had stopped a mere second or two before he would've sprayed all over himself.
"I have bestowed the honor of allowing you to serve me as an obedient slave. From now on you will only pleasure me whenever I desire it, while never seeing release for yourself unless I so deign to graciously give it to you."
And with that she rose to her feet, exquisite nude body standing proudly over him. "Now what do you say to that arrangement, slave?"
Anger boiling inside but unable to resist, Superman dutifully replied. "Thank you, mistress, for this tremendous opportunity. I truly appreciate your sense of generosity."
Her joyous laughter echoed in his ears as she padded away, slipping back into her clothes.
"Get up and get dressed. I have much more important matters for you to attend to."
Off to the side the door to the laboratory parted open. The bespectacled scientist in charge of developing Ivy's plant army bowed with a flourish.
"Mistress, the next batch of hybrid soldiers is ready. After working out the kinks on the first round, we were able to stretch the Kryptonian genetic material you acquired into the remainder of your glorious army. The next two dozen are ready on your word, though the rest will still need a while to develop and mature in the nutrient baths. But they will be ready to be released at the push of a button from your commanding finger in the near future. Everything is effectively in place for you to take your rightful position as ruler of this planet."
"Stupendous news, slave. Just what I've been waiting to hear," Ivy chirped happily. "You and your crew have served me exceptionally well."
She eyed Superman with disdain. "It truly is so hard to recruit good help these days."
"Since I am feeling exceptionally charitable today, I want you and the other scientists to relase the next wave of soldiers and then leave us- for good."
The little man looked disappointed. "But what shall we do, mistress? We all love serving you so much."
"Hmm? Oh, I really couldn't care less. How about you all go into the surrounding forest and live out the rest of your pathetic lives tending to all the wonderful plant life there. Treat them as lovingly as I would."
"As you wish, mistress."
Poison Ivy watched the little man walk off then hopped back on her grand living throne, crossing her long shapely legs at the knee. Silently, she beckoned Superman over with and index finger and pointed to the floor in front of her. The Man of Steel obediently crawled to the indicated spot.
"It seems old dogs can indeed learn new tricks, my pet," she said beaming. "You have actually adapted quite well to your lessons in how to behave. I'll go ahead and give you a review now."
"Let's see...." she began, counting off on each finger. "You've showered my feet with kisses, watered all of my plants, replaced and repotted all of them in fresh soil, washed every single window in the green house, scrubbed the floors, and pleasured me for a good long while....all without a hint of rebellion."
"But I want to take it even further. Just how truly loyal are you to me? Is there any part left of that simple male pea brain that still needs to be twisted? Any part of your shattered spirit that I have missed crushing with my heel?"
Superman's eyes remained glued to the floor. He was so tired of fighting her. Every time he had thought he had beaten her, she had regained the upper hand and made him suffer all the more for it. Maybe he should give up the last shreds of his will to her. With Lois and Kara dead, what else did he have to live for? It would be so much easier to give in, give up, and let Ivy gain total control over the last vestiges of his mind. Maybe then all the haunting images and memories would go away. Maybe the planet would be in better hands with her ruling over it.
A large mechanical grinding sound reverberated through the entire complex, cutting off his thoughts. He turned his head to peer through the wall with x-ray vision gasped. A large section of the laboratory roof was slowly sliding open, revealing the clear night sky. On ground level, two more rows of liquid filled glass tubes drained, their occupants stepping out almost in unison.
"Do you see them?" asked Ivy. "Do you see my glorious army growing even stronger, slave? I can feel them breathing in their first lung fulls of oxygen- their first breaths of life!"
Her attention turned upward toward the windowed ceiling of the greenhouse. Superman followed her gaze in time to see two dozen more female hybrids- each one possessing nearly as much power as himself- rocket off into the darkened sky.
"Would you like to know where they are headed, my pet?"
"Yes, mistress."
"They are going to join up with their sisters that have been lying in wait, biding their time, to carry out my orders. They have gathered on the dark side of the moon- away from the prying eyes of you so called heroes. Plus I have my very own little spy that has been feeding me information almost from the beginning of this war."
Her voice grew more excited by the moment.
"You see the initial battle was only a distraction to split your forces across the planet and further weaken them. Now with only half your forces on board and no doubt quite a few injured, my beautiful hybrids are going to crush your precious Justice League Satellite base and slaughter everyone in it before finishing off the rest! And the best part of all is that I'm going to command YOU to lead the charge! I'm going to make you bathe in their blood until you-"
Something splintered then cracked within Superman's mind. He became a blur of motion. Before she could even cry out in surprise his iron grip was around her throat. Fueld by pure rage, Superman effortlessly lifted the thrashing villainess off her throne and into the air. Ivy's emerald eyes widened in genuine fear as she began choking and desperately gasping for breath. His normal sense of mercy and compassion was gone, scattered in the wake of a hurricane of fury. Superman's vice like hold tightened further around her slender, delicate throat.

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End of Chapter 12
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