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Dark Harvest

Chapter 3: Pawns

Written and Edited by R.S.

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“Earth to Clark. Do you hear me?”

Lois’s harsh whisper reverberated in his ear. When he didn’t respond she snapped her fingers in front of his face causing him to blink rapidly. The sounds of the bustling news room flooded back to him. He could hear a multitudes of voices, people hurrying about, and computer keys being rapidly tapped. It was like he had been in a vacuum devoid of all other noise except the sound of Ivy’s voice in his head.

“Huh? What is it, Lois?”

“You were staring at the computer screen like a zombie. Are you okay?”

Clark turned to see his wife looking down at him, her deep blue eyes full of concern. Her brow was furrowed slightly in that cute way she looked when puzzled by something. Then the reality of the bizarre incident he had just witnessed hit him. Remembering the disturbing message he had received he gesticulated wildly to the computer.

“Lois do you see thi--”

His article had returned and was unchanged. Not a single letter was out of place. The message from Poison Ivy had vanished though he could still faintly hear the words chanting in the back of his mind.

“Do I see what?” she asked confusedly.

Clark let out a heavy sigh. It was there. He was sure of it. He couldn’t have imagined all of that. What the hell was going on?

“You sure you’re okay?” she asked again.

After plucking his glasses off and rubbing his eyelids he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, a little less convincingly than he’d hoped.

Lois cautiously glanced around and leaned in close.

“Well reports are coming in that there was some sort of explosion at STAR Labs. I think ‘you know who’ should check it out,” she advised, under her breath. “And don’t worry about your article. I’ll make sure Perry gets it on time. That is what you were worried about right?”

Until he got to the bottom of these strange hallucinations, or whatever they were, he decided to just take care of business as usual. There was no use worrying Lois until he was able to actually do something about it.

He shed his suit jacket and began loosening his tie as he headed for one of the empty offices with a window view. He spoke over his shoulder on the way.

“Right. Thanks, Lois. Don‘t know what I‘d do without you.”

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Justice League Watchtower

“So Ivy didn’t just steal the chemicals and computer discs?” asked Black Canary.

She crossed her long, toned legs at the knee and swiveled her black leather chair to the flat screen communication monitor. It was just one of about a dozen screens lit up on the ultra high tech computer console.

“No,” Green Arrow’s image replied. “A couple scientists also went missing from Wayne Tech Labs last night- probably before we got there. Ivy must’ve controlled them and taken them for her own purposes. There’s also a missing scientist from a biotech lab that she’s suspected of hitting weeks ago. There‘s no telling what she‘s up to.”

“It’s strange though,” Canary replied thoughtfully. “She doesn’t usually take hostages without a ransom- let alone a few people for extended periods of time. But judging from who she kidnapped whatever she’s doing must be huge and require more than her scientific knowledge alone could handle.”

Ollie turned away from the screen to the bustling skyline of Gotham City behind him as a cacophony of screeching tires and police sirens wailed noisily.

“Well it looks like I’m needed elsewhere. But I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for any sign of Ivy or any of the other remaining Arkham escapees. You have fun sitting up there on monitor duty all day,” he said with a grin.

He knew she hated it. Hell just about every League member detested monitor duty except maybe Martian Manhunter and Red Tornado. The sheer boredom on most days was enough to put almost anyone to sleep.

She smiled mischievously back.
“Yeah, yeah sure, rub it in, Ollie. I’ll just make sure J’onn receives a note from you requesting double monitor duty shifts…on the weekend next time. How’s that sound?”

He threw back a short wave as he headed to the edge of the rooftop.
“Let’s make it date then, pretty bird.”

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STAR Labs

The sprawling, ultra modern steel and glass complex was almost completely overgrown with a spider web of vines. Countless numbers of the tinted windows were shattered with plant life surging out of them toward the sky. Superman sliced a few wayward tendrils with heat vision as they reached out menacingly toward him. It looked like he was going to get his chance to stop Ivy sooner than he thought.

The smell of diesel fuel permeating the air caught his attention. The Man of Steel’s enhanced hearing picked up a flurry of activity toward the back of the building. At the outdoor loading dock, about a dozen people, scientists and maintenance workers alike, were carrying and lugging things around in a purposeful but obvious daze. Ivy was a queen bee commanding her drones about their duties as they filled an eighteen wheeler truck with expensive looking scientific equipment and supplies.

As he began to descend, he noticed Ivy had a small tan satchel strung over her shoulder. She glanced unconcernedly up, giving him a playful wink, then continued directing traffic with quick and certain hand movements and orders.

“I didn’t think you’d be dumb enough to start trouble in my city, Ivy. You should’ve quit while you were ahead.”

She flashed him that same beguiling smile. It affected him more than he showed. She looked even more ravishing than before if that were even possible. The way the bright sunlight played off her mane of magnificent scarlet hair and supermodel features made him think of a goddess from mythology come to earth. With increasing alarm he could feel his manhood begin to awaken and stir.

“Ah, I was hoping I’d run into you, Superman. You’re always so reliable and predictable. It’s one of the many…” her jade eyes lowered briefly toward his crotch “…things I like about you. I knew you wouldn’t stand a girl up.”

He silently touched down just a couple feet in front of her and crossed his granite arms over his broad chest. With his long red cape billowing in the slight breeze the Man of Steel made for an imposing figure.

“You’ve been messing with my mind, Ivy- making see and hear things that aren‘t there. I know that’s not part of your normal powers. How are you doing it?”

Her eyes briefly widened in mock indignation as she placed a hand to her chest.

“Me? Why whatever are you talking about, Superman?”

He could tell that questioning her now would get him nowhere fast. At least he could bring her in to the authorities and stop her from looting yet another lab.

“Give up, Ivy, it’s over. Now release these people from your control. They’ve done nothing to you.”

Ivy touched a thoughtful finger to her chin. “Hmm…nope I don’t think so. I rather like having my obedient slaves at my beck and call. They‘re so useful. They want to obey and please me so much. Just like you will soon enough.”

A tinge of hot anger flowing over him, the Man of Steel zipped in front of her and grabbed her forcibly by her slender shoulders, pulling her close. He towered over her, his frustration palpable and threatening. He was through playing games. It was taking a great effort not to seriously hurt her. Her mocking tone and dismissive attitude was positively infuriating. Poison Ivy winced slightly as his fingers dug into her skin but otherwise maintained her calm demeanor.

“Release them. Now,” he threatened.

She batted her long eyelashes at him and grinned.
“Oh, you know I like it rough, lover. And I love it when you play all tough and demanding. You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

It surprised him that she didn’t seem the least bit scared or worried. Usually an angry Kryptonian was the very last thing most villains ever wanted to see. Her ultra cool exterior only further irritated him, causing him to speak through almost clenched teeth.

“I’m not going to ask again, Ivy.”

“And what are you going to do to me if I don’t? I don’t think you really want to hurt me, Superman. In fact I think being this close to me is rather exciting for you, isn’t it?”

“What are you--”

Her dazzling green eyes fell toward his crotch again. A short, taunting musical laugh left her.

“Well at least a part of you certainly seems happy to see me,” she teased.

A pinch of crimson colored Superman’s cheeks as he quickly fought to suppress his growing erection. The tight material of his costume was tenting outward at an alarming rate. It was her pheromones reeking havoc on his senses again. At this close a distance they were pelting him with the full brunt of their influence, affecting his mind and clouding his thoughts. The same indescribable warm and fuzzy feeling was returning with a vengeance, even more powerful than before. Still he fought through it, his growing anger helping slightly to pierce the confusing fog.

“You won’t be so smug once you’re back behind bulletproof glass in Arkham,” he retorted.

The gorgeous vixen’s eyes danced with knowing maleficence. She shifted slightly in his powerful grip and her flirtatious tone darkened.

“Tell me something, lover. Have you masturbated while thinking about me yet?” she asked with a clever smirk.

Superman’s grip loosened slightly as he was stunned by her candid question. His cheeks reddened with a stab of embarrassment. He wasn’t used to his enemies talking to him like that. They would usually be cowering in fear and pleading to be taken in if he was this close.

And yet he felt his mind begin to wander. Thoughts that had no business cropping up started to flood into his brain. He noticed for the first time how soft and smooth her skin was and again how great she smelled. It was a shame that he had to stop her from what she was doing and put her back in prison, he thought. Surely there could be no harm in letting her escape again. He swallowed hard as her striking beauty only seemed to grow by the second.

Poison Ivy leaned in, allowing the pheromones to do most of the work for her. Superman didn’t seem to notice as her sultry tones were only further serving to arouse him.

“Do you find me attractive, Superman?” she asked softly.

Ivy’s seductive voice was only further throwing off his thoughts. For some reason it felt so good- so right- to listen to whatever she was saying. His eyes were drawn like a magnet to her almost hypnotic gaze. He found himself answering before he realized he’d spoken.

“Yes…very much so,” he answered obediently.

An inviting smile crossed her sensual lips. Her prey was right where she wanted him.

“I thought so. Now I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything…” he heard himself utter.

She shrugged off his hands and watched with amusement as they fell limply to his sides. Then she folded her arms above her head and began lightly stretching, allowing him an unhindered view of her spectacular female form.

“Good,” she praised. “Now I want you to take a good long look at my body, lover. You like it don’t you?”

He nodded and felt his eyes betray him as they roamed downward and came to a stop on her killer curves and firm, full breasts. If he just reached his hands outward he could grasp and fondle them, he thought. They looked so soft and inviting, just aching to be touched.

Poison Ivy stepped even closer to him, strengthening the pheromones hold even more. She thrust her chest out toward him granting him an even better look at her fantastic tits.

“Go ahead and touch them,” she encouraged. “You know you want to. Maybe you can even suck on them for a while.”

Superman’s mouth hung open at the tantalizing prospect. A part of him knew all of this was wrong, but the rest of him didn’t seem to care. A deafening pounding in his skull like a war drum blocked out everything else but her voice. Breathing was fast becoming a labored chore.

“But…I…I…shouldn’t…” he uttered uncertainly.

“Sure you can,” she said smiling knowingly. “And then you can do what you’ve really wanted to all along- you can fuck me. Don‘t you want to fuck me, Superman?”

He did. That much he was certain of. But the nagging feeling of wrongness and dread hounded him in increasingly loud intervals, countering the villainess‘s words.

“I…”

The voice of reason suddenly screamed in his ear, and he stopped himself mid sentence. Pictures of Lois flashed in his mind like a mad flip book as his iron clad will threw up a protective wall of resistance. He lightly shoved Ivy away and his train of thought improved immensely. Her powerful hold all but shattered into pieces. He suddenly remembered the reason why he had come as he regained his composure.

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” he replied coolly.

The villainess couldn’t believe he had broken free from her hold again. She had been so close. No man had ever done that before.

“You always have to make things so much more difficult then they have to be,” she said with a heavy sigh. “My way would’ve been so much more pleasant for you.”

His arm shot out and wrangled her by the wrist, though he was careful to keep her at arms length this time.

“I told you before that your little tricks won’t work on me. It‘s time to go now, Ivy.”

“You wanted to know how I was messing with your mind?” she asked suddenly. “Here I’ll show you.”

The villainess quickly swung her free hand directly in front of him and flattened her open palm before blowing a fragrant, sparkling blue, green powder directly into his face. It felt and smelled the same as the stuff the plant had spewed in his face back in Gotham. He teetered back, coughing heavily, and tried to clear his eyes. Ivy slipped out from his grasp and backed a good distance away, watching the disoriented hero with utter amusement.

Superman was completely caught off guard as a luminous, searing hot lavender beam of energy slammed into the back of his head. The attack stunned him and dropped him down to one knee. It felt like his head was on fire. He was barely able to notice as the sun was seemingly blotted out and his entire body was engulfed in an enormous shadow. A fist the size of a Volkswagen thundered from the heavens and hammered him down like a wayward nail into the concrete, shaking the earth.

Superman’s head was swimming along with his senses. As he began to rise the fist dropped again, crushing him down flat on his face and throwing up jagged slabs of concrete in all directions. A labored groan left him as he slowly picked himself out of the enormous fist shaped indention in the concrete. He spun around and saw a sight most people would relegate to a dream.

A strikingly attractive 70 foot tall red haired woman sporting a skin tight black and yellow bodysuit loomed menacingly over him. She was a living breathing skyscraper against the late evening sky. Hovering in the air nearby, was an equally beautiful raven haired woman wearing a figure hugging lavender and black costume with matching purple thigh high boots. A bright lavender aura surrounded her curvaceous frame and a pointed domino mask adorned her pretty face. A large glittering sapphire, her namesake and source of her powers, was imbedded in an ornate tiara on her forehead.

“Giganta. Star Sapphire. Soften my little toy up for me. I’m not done playing with it yet,” Ivy commanded gleefully.

He had encountered both women in the past when they had been part of one of the various Injustice Leagues and knew he would have to take them down quickly. Both had a tell tale piece of vine around their wrists. So they weren’t really doing this on their own accord- not that that had stopped them in the past.

As he prepared to make move, daggers of pain stabbed at his body. He felt like a piece of meat that had been simultaneously burnt and then heavily over tenderized. They had attacked him fiercely but his invulnerability should’ve protected him more. There was no way he should’ve been in this much pain.

Moving more sluggishly than usual he narrowly avoided a blast from Star Sapphire as he took to the air. But something was wrong. It was as if he were swimming through a pool of thick molasses. His powers didn’t feel at their full strength. He ignored the feeling and focused on his two opponents.

Giganta posed the bigger threat and would have to be taken out first. He rocketed up toward her, barely dodging a sweeping punch from the giantess’s massive fist. He could literally feel the blast of wind as it sailed by.

“Don’t forget about me,” a female voice sounded from behind.

Star Sapphire tagged him square in the back with another scorching blast of energy, knocking him forward. Superman struggled to change his trajectory but it was already too late. Giganta smiled evilly as she spread her open palms far apart. He braced himself but was unable to avoid being clapped between her enormous hands. The sound was like raging thunder and felt like being slammed between two semi trucks going at light speed. He grunted in pain and sputtered out of the air like an injured fly and bounced roughly several times on the concrete before coming to a stop.

“This is fun!” the raven haired villainess laughed. “I’ve never seen Superman this weak!”

Sapphire zipped above him in tight clockwise circles, peppering him with blasts and keeping him off balance long enough for Giganta to bring her enormous foot down on top of him. The world suddenly became pitch black and painful. He could hear Giganta’s booming, feminine laughter high above him as she slowly ground him under her bus sized high heeled boot. The pressure was unbelievable. She leaned forward, placing all her massive weight on her right heel and mercilessly crushed him into the ground. It was impossible to breath or even move. No matter how hard he tried he could not summon the strength to get free.

“This is exactly where you deserve to be, Superman” she bellowed. “Ground beneath the heel of a woman like the insect that you are.”

When he thought was going to pass out from the compression and pain of being trampled by the beautiful giantess he was suddenly granted a reprieve. Ivy motioned with a quick move of her hand causing Giganta to remove her boot. Gasping in a lung full of precious oxygen, Superman labored on wobbly legs back to his feet. The open air and sunlight had never been more welcome but his entire body screamed in agony with each movement. He clumsily stumbled toward Poison Ivy but was abruptly yanked back by a powerful force.

A luminous beam of violet energy circled his arms and body before solidifying and trapping his arms at his sides. Star Sapphire had formed a glowing energy straitjacket holding him in place. She forced his legs to bend at the knees so that he was directly at Ivy’s eye level.

Poison Ivy confidently crossed the short distance between them and tenderly caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. Despite being in excruciating pain her cool, soft touch felt exceedingly good.

“Aww, poor baby,” she cooed in an overly sympathetic tone. “You should’ve just played along. Then you could’ve avoided all of this needless pain.”

Her hand moved upward to his jet black hair. She grinned as she ran her long, delicate fingers languidly through it, intermittently curling bits of it around her index finger. Despite the situation it was incredibly soothing. Superman found himself wanting to struggle a bit less while Ivy’s fingers touched and gentled.

“Just for the record, this is the second time I’ve defeated you, Superman” she gloated happily. “And that means for the second time you’ve failed to “bring me to justice” as you would say.”

He suddenly felt quite weak. His ordinarily massive strength seemed to be dwindling by the moment though his anger was still there.

She calmly lifted his chin with a finger and stared hard into his eyes. “That means I win…and you lose…again. And you couldn‘t do damn thing to stop it. I want you to know all of this because you need to realize that I can and will defeat you any time I wish.”

“You…you won’t get away with this, Ivy” he declared weakly. “I’ll find some way to stop you.”

She laughed lightly.
“Silly. Delusional. Pathetic. Man. The rule of nature is survival of the fittest. The strong hunt the weak. Ergo you are weak, Superman. Even with all of your incredible powers you were no match for a superior woman. We really are the stronger and more dangerous sex.”

She circled her arms around his neck gazed deeply into his eyes.

“Now about that kiss you owe me…”

The gorgeous vixen leaned in and fleetingly brushed her top lip against his lower teasing him. He couldn’t help but marvel at how soft those luscious lips truly were. She hovered there just a threads breadth away savoring the moment, seemingly deep in contemplation. Her lips edged forward but she suddenly stopped.

“No,“ she uttered softly.

Instead, to his utter astonishment, her lips parted and she slowly, sensually ran the tip of her tongue from his chin to the top of his lips- letting out a soft moan all the while. It took a great effort on Superman’s part to pretend he wasn’t at least partially aroused by it.

“I could easily make you mine right now, lover” she said matter of factly. “But I’m not quite ready for you yet. You see the timing just isn’t right.”

She unhooked her arms from his neck and let one hand slide lazily down his sculpted pecs and
over his washboard abs.

“However there is something else I want from you.”

She glanced around to either side.
“Gather around, girls. I’m going to help Superman with the little problem he had earlier,” Ivy announced amusedly to her cohorts.

“You see I’ve learned the value of having allies from you and Batman of all people,” she explained, turning her attention back to him.

The Man of Steel looked cautiously to either side. He had almost forgotten that they were not alone. Star Sapphire was to his left, still hovering off the ground in a lavender aura as she kept him securely in place. Giganta, meanwhile, had shrunk back down to her normal height which was still around an imposing six feet tall. Both women had anticipatory grins on their faces as they watched their mistress work.

“They’re not allies, Ivy, they’re just more of your mindless slaves,” Superman corrected.

She smiled, amused by his observation.

“True enough. But since they’re under my control I don’t have to worry about paying them. Now where was I?”

A surprised gasp left him as her roving hand slipped down to his crotch and began tenderly massaging his cock through the thin material of his red briefs. He became immediately embarrassed at the fact that he was quickly becoming rock hard from her mere touch.

“Ooohhh, someone sure is getting excited,” she teased.

Ivy continued to fondle his manhood with the utmost expertise. Even through the considerable pain wracking the rest of his body he began to respond to her skillful touch almost instantly.
A glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes as he began to stiffen. When her wiggling fingers momentarily moved underneath to play with his balls he couldn’t help but let out a slight moan.

“Well would you look at that, girls!” Ivy blurted out. “I think Superman likes me stroking his big cock.”

All three women shared a laugh as he could only feel his dick continue to lengthen. Ivy was one bright smile as she hooked a finger under the waistband of his red trunks and tugged downward.

“I want to feel it grow in my hands,” she declared, pulling him free from his tights.

With his cock standing out in front of everyone, she slowly ran a single teasing finger up and down the underside of his shaft causing him to shudder with contentment. It became an iron bar instantly. The beautiful villainess briefly stepped back to admire his surging manhood.

“Impressive as ever. I knew they didn’t call you Superman for nothing.”

She giggled as she gave his enormous cock a playful flick and watched it sway slightly from side to side.

“Ivy, this isn’t over,” he said defiantly. “I will stop you from whatever you’re planning.”

An unconcerned roll of her eyes told him she wasn’t worried in the least.

“Didn’t you already say that once before?“ she taunted.

He swallowed hard as he watched her long, silky fingers curl around his shaft and begin methodically stroking him. He wanted to look elsewhere but couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away while her skillful hand pumped his shaft over and over again.

“You see there’s more than one way to defeat someone, Superman” she said without skipping a beat. “Take you for instance. You’re so good, so righteous, so noble- always playing the hero and fighting the bad guy. I figure what better way to defeat you than to make you absolutely enjoy it. I’m going to corrupt you with such sinful pleasure you never imagined possible. And I know that the utter shame that will bring you will deal you a far bigger blow than any purely physical defeat could ever do.”

Poison Ivy increased the pace of her stroking, relishing the control she possessed over him. Superman shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, doing his best to resist her. Though he put forth almost every shred of willpower he could muster it was mostly a losing battle. Every now and then a slight gasp or groan would betray his stoic demeanor. He knew it was impossible to hold out forever.

Just out of a strange curiosity he ventured to open his eyes and take a peak at Ivy. Her gaze was focused downward in what appeared to be a look of combined concentration and delight.

“Impressive resistance so far,” she praised. “Most men would’ve gone a long time ago. Luckily I have another option. There’s something I’ve been simply dying to try on you. I think you’ll enjoy it, lover.”

“St-stop calling me that,” he protested through clenched teeth.

Her right hand continued to ceaselessly stroke his throbbing manhood as she removed a clear three inch long glass vial from her satchel with the left. The lid was attached to an eye dropper and she carefully dabbed some of the fragrant, light blue liquid onto the top of his shaft. It tingled slightly at first but as she wrapped her soft fingers around his cock and began to spread the curious liquid over his shaft and balls it was as if a powerful lightning bolt of pleasure surged through his entire being. It was positively electric and overwhelming.

Ivy smiled knowingly as she began to slowly stroke up and down his entire length- the liquid serving as a perfect lubricant while her hand went slicked up and sliding down his cock.

“I’ll bet you’re wondering what this magnificent substance is, aren’t you?” Ivy asked. “Well I really hate to boast but being such a brilliant scientist and the best botanist in the world has its benefits.”

She held the small clear container between her thumb and index finger and brought it up for him to see.

“I developed this special plant based extract made from some of the most ultra rare species of flowers that only grow in the rain forests of South America. It’s ultra rare because of murderers like that billionaire fool Bruce Wayne and others cutting down the rain forest with reckless abandon.”

Her voice began to steadily rise with passionate anger. “It’s a massacre on a grand and inexcusable scale. And so called heroes like you and the rest of the Justice League protect these murderers from my justified vengeance by putting me in prison!”

She safely tucked the vial back in the satchel and returned her attention back to her captive prey. The serene disposition had returned.

“But all of that doesn’t matter right now. What matters, especially to you, is that this extract stimulates the pleasure centers of the brain. It intensifies and amplifies the pleasure you’re feeling by nearly quadruple that of what you’d normally experience. And the best part is that it’s like an exceptionally powerful narcotic.”

He groaned despite himself as she hastened the methodic pumping of his cock. After every few strokes, her hand would pause and she would slowly run her thumb across the tip of the sensitive head, directly over the slit. His eyes had started to roll back in his head in indescribable and intense ecstasy. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the nape of his neck.

“You’ll want more of it soon- that much I can guarantee. And I’ll be there waiting to give it to you.”

It took an unbelievable amount of effort to speak through the swirling colors of pleasure flowing through him but there was still a tiny bit of resistance left- though that was quickly crumbling.

“Please…stop…” he uttered weakly.

A cruel smile spread across Ivy’s gorgeous face.

“See, I told you I’d have you begging me, didn’t I?” she taunted.

He fought back a stifled groan, small part of him attempting to deny her the joy of knowing how much he was truly liking it.

“Come on let it out. Let me hear it,” she coaxed, her hand quickening the pace just a bit more.

Minutes seemed to stretch into days as she diligently worked his sensitive flesh up and down like a piston. She purposefully kept him on the brink, stopping each time he thought he would come to run her finger nails lightly on the underside of his shaft. A steady flow of pre-come had begun oozing from the tip, mixing with the plant extract, as pressure built at the base of his cock.

She was enjoying the situation immensely, completely savoring every last second. Controlling a near god like being’s pleasure at her mere whim filled her with an indescribable high and sense of power. Working quickly, she used her other hand to gently knead and cup his balls before rolling his left nut between her fingers- gently squeezing it and making it throb wonderfully.

At last his mouth opened. He moaned loud and long.

“Oooohhhhhhh!”

“There it is!” she laughed. “Hmm…almost better than kryptonite- almost. And just think, I only used four drops. Imagine what it would be like with much more.”

Superman’s chin silently dropped to his chest. His eyes were closed again but his mouth was partially open. His brain had practically shut down from the overload of amazing sensations. It was like every bit of pleasure he had experienced before this moment was but a drop in the ocean compared to the unrivaled bliss coursing through him now. The unbelievable pressure at the base of his cock was becoming almost unbearable. His balls tightened. The only sound he could hear was that of his tormentor.

“Show me how weak you truly are, hero. Give in to me,” she whispered in his ear.

The words pinballed around the inside of his skull, repeating over and over.

Ivy further increased the speed of her stroking, her hand becoming a blur on his cock. The quiet but noticeable wet and slick sound as she jerked his shaft was music to her ears. It wouldn’t be long at all now. She turned to the side and spoke to Giganta.

“There is an empty test tube in my bag,” she instructed. “Take it out and place the opening in front of him.”

The beautiful red head obediently did as she was told.

“Now I want you to collect his seed for me. I want every last drop of it. Do you understand?”

She nodded.
“Yes, mistress.”

Ivy turned back to him.
“Are you ready, lover?” she asked. “I want you to give me everything you have. I’m going to milk you bone dry.”

She gave his cock several more deft strokes and Superman abruptly awoke from his nirvana like daze.

“Aaaghhhhh!!”

His back arched and his mouth opened as he released a primal yell as the dam gave way and the pressure at the base of his cock finally exploded outward. A tidal wave of thick come rocketed out of his throbbing member and directly into the mouth of the test tube. He had never come so hard in his entire life. It almost felt like part of his soul was being torn away.

Ivy threw her head back, laughing with triumph as she watched his entire body shudder with several powerful climaxes. Her hand continued milking him with slow, steady strokes causing him to come long and evenly. She loved how his cock twitched each time. It wasn’t long before the container was full to the brim.

Afterward Ivy grinned ear to ear as she licked her fingers like a greedy child, sucking the remainder of his fluids off them one by one.

“Mmm…tasty,“ she commented before gingerly tucking his cock back into his red trunks and gave it a playful pat.

“Well as fun as this was, I really have to be going” she chirped, carefully securing the test tube of semen away in her satchel.

Superman’s senses were slowly returning to him though not yet fully. The glowing energy restraints faded as Star Sapphire released her hold and he fell unceremoniously to his hands and knees on the cement. He gazed dazedly up at Poison Ivy standing proudly over him. Her hands were resting on her shapely hips and an air of sheer superiority hung around her.

“Sooner or later, I knew you’d fall for me,” she joked. “Better get used to that position, lover, because pretty soon you‘ll be down there all the time.”

The flood of anger from before came back with a vengeance. The realization that she had once again not only bested but totally humiliated him returned some of the strength he had lost. What he would’ve given to wipe that arrogant look off her face, he thought.

He weakly reached up for her but she had already begun strolling, in the opposite direction, toward the trailer of the eighteen wheeler truck near the entrance of the facility.

“Have fun with him, ladies,” she called over her shoulder. “But leave a little for me. I’m going to need him later.”

She hopped into the back of the trailer and blew him a teasing kiss.

“Until next time,” she said before lowering the door.

The truck quickly sped off into the distance, no doubt being driven by one of the mind controlled STAR Labs personnel.

Superman experimented with trying to get up but could scarcely lift himself off the ground. The sharp “clicking” sound of Star Sapphire’s high heeled boots as they circled around to his front only increased the sense of urgency.

He reared his head back as she rudely thrust her purple boot before his face. The strong smell of leather filled his nostrils.

“Kiss it,” she ordered firmly. “You’ve already lost.”

His powers felt like they were slowly returning with “slow” being the key word. He just might be able to get out of this if he could buy some time.

“Don’t count on it, lady” he responded, making it to a kneeling position.

She shrugged.
“Fine. Have it your way.”

Sapphire wheeled around, slamming her boot into the side of his skull with a dull thud. He lurched to the side and saw the pavement coming up alarmingly fast but something stopped his fall. Giganta increased her size once again and scooped him up firmly in her enormous grip. Superman was no more than a child’s action figure to the giantess as she wrapped both massive hands around him, interlocking her fingers, and squeezed.

“AAAghhhh!!”

The Man of Steel screamed in agony.
White hot blinding pain wracked every bone, muscle, and joint. He struggled valiantly but Giganta’s grip was ironclad and firm. With his powers still not at full strength there was no hope of breaking free.

Star Sapphire lifted into the air above him, smiling like a cheshire cat.

“I have an idea, Giganta. Hold him for me but feel free to keep squeezing.”

The jewel on her tiara lit up brightly as she unleashed a punishing, sustained arc of energy to the “S” shield on his chest. The bright lavender light cast an anemic, pale shadow over his strained features. The simultaneous assault was proving painfully effective.

“GYAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

“Yes. Yes! Scream for me, Superman” Sapphire demanded manically. “I want to hear you beg for us to stop!”

Through the waves of agony he could swear he heard a familiar voice shouting close by.

“Get away from him!”

A fast moving red blur shot past Giganta’s head with a resounding crash, sending the giant woman reeling back. Superman felt himself falling from a great distance and then he was floating somehow- all the way back down until he was gently laid onto his back on solid ground. When his eyes reopened, someone was standing in front of him facing down both angry villainesses. He caught a glimpse of flowing blonde hair and a long red cape.

“Play time is over ladies,” Supergirl declared. “If you want him you’ll have to go through me.”

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End of Chapter 3

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