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Dark Harvest
Chapter 8: Strings- Part 2
Written and Edited by R.S.
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His senses jumped with panic. The steel rod that was now his neck would not even allow him to turn away. His brow furrowed with desperate effort as Ivy slid in closer. With teeth clenched he shut his eyes tight, effectively cutting off everything else that was going on, and concentrated. What felt like an hour passed yet it could not have been more than a second or two.
His eyes reopened when his left arm, which had been frozen half raised at his side, began to shake. With a Herculean effort and a straining yell, he forced movement into his arm and pushed. He wasn’t able to get much power behind the shove but it was enough.
Ivy flew off balance and careened gracelessly into one of the long plant bearing tables behind them. Her lower back collided with solid wood and a sharp cry of pain, followed by a crashing sound pierced the serene quiet of the greenhouse. She tumbled awkwardly to the floor in a heap of red hair and pale flesh.
A sliver of guilt passed through Superman but only for a moment. It soon was eclipsed with a small sense of satisfaction. He had beaten her this once- a small victory but still one nonetheless.
With a hand pressed against her forehead, Poison Ivy sat up with a groan.
Superman experimented moving his arms, legs, fingers, toes, anything, but they had returned to statue form. He would not be going anywhere anytime soon. His attention immediately returned to the scene straight ahead as Ivy’s panicked voice echoed throughout the complex.
“My babies!” she shrieked.
Now he realized what the crashing sound from earlier had been. Two of the flowering plants near the edge of the table had fallen to the floor with Ivy. Broken shards of pottery and dark soil littered the ground.
In a panic she scooped up both plants in her arms, cradling them with the utmost care. Without missing a beat she quickly snatched an empty container and began repotting one of the plants- speaking to it in soft, motherly tones as she expertly did her work. She tenderly stroked its leaves and then watered it, making sure to pat down the last bits of errant soil.
When she had finished she went back and held up the second plant that had fallen. Its delicate stem had snapped during the fall and its lilac and red flowers had been smashed and ruined. She murmured something softly to it and placed the plant solemnly back on the table with her eyes closed in what looked like prayer. The vigil went on for a few strange minutes with her head bowed in reverence.
Then without warning she whirled back on him, her face twisted into a mask of seething fury.
“Murderer!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Do you realize what you’ve done?! Do you know how rare she was?! You’ve killed one of my babies! You…you--”
The villainess left the sentence unfinished as her eyes snapped shut, her body noticeably relaxed, and she went disturbingly calm. Her chest rose and fell steadily, taking in several deep, long breaths. As her eyes focused in on him again the manic anger from moments before had disappeared, replaced with an even more frighteningly dangerous and sadistic gleam. Once again her angelic features were a picture of serene yet calculating calm. The abrupt change was disconcerting to say the least.
“Oh, you are going to regret doing that, lover” she said as a cruel smile broke out on her lips. “With every cell in your body. Because I will make you pay so deliciously dearly for that later- count on it.”
Superman braced himself, as best he could in his paralyzed state, and prepared for the worst.
“I’ve tried to do this the easy way,” Ivy continued coolly. “and make your subjugation quick, painless, and pleasant. But I see now that was a mistake. You clearly require a strong hand to learn proper respect and to know your place. Fine. I will gladly humble and humiliate you over and over and over again until your spirit and soul are shattered into a million jagged pieces. When I am through, nothing in this universe will be able to make you whole again.”
Despite her calm demeanor Ivy’s fist reflexively clenched and unclenched as she spoke.
“I think its better this way actually, and a hell of lot more fun. Take solace in knowing that I’m going to slowly take everything away from you and leave you with absolutely nothing. I will be your god from now on and what’s left of your puny brain will think of nothing except how it can please and serve me for the rest of your sorry, wretched life.”
Her words sent an icy chill down his spine. Superman had no doubt she meant every word of it but any further contemplation of the matter ceased as she gently took hold of his face, a warm hand on each side, and slowly leaned in.
“But I’ve always enjoyed a little pleasure before business,” she uttered softly.
His neck muscles strained violently as he desperately attempted to turn away. It was no use. His body had become a prison with Ivy holding the only key. There would be no escape this time.
Then everything in the world suddenly changed for the better.
A shot of unbridled bliss bolted through his entire frozen frame and ricocheted in every direction. Her lips were pure silk as they pressed passionately against his. Her mouth was rich and sensual and made him positively melt with desire. Her warm, teasing tongue found his and tasted devastatingly sweet.
He could feel himself gradually losing control yet it didn’t seem to matter anymore. His resistance and willpower melted away like ice under a blazing summer sun. In their place, stood a towering and impenetrable wall of Ivy’s will. It crashed over him in a tidal wave and seemed to revel in its newfound home. The last vestiges of his defiance slipped through his fingers, disappearing into an endless dark chasm.
For a long and wondrous time he was completely lost. His entire world had become the achingly soft touch of Ivy’s lips and the gentle caress of her tongue with his. Faintly, he could hear her making pleased little moaning sounds which only further spurred him on. Her dizzyingly exotic scent filled his brain and kept those annoyingly nagging warning bells silent.
Superman wasn’t even aware when the kiss had ended. He let out a slight groan of disappointment and protest before he came back to himself and opened his eyes. He had wished it could go on forever. When the feeling of heavenly ecstasy gradually faded and his vision cleared, Ivy was staring amusedly up at him with a knowing smirk. Her mesmerizing eyes simply sparkled. With her arms once again circled around his neck she leaned in, touching her cheek to his.
“You belong to me now,” she whispered in his ear. “I own you body and soul.”
He felt an enormous mental gate slam shut and lock solidly. There was a simple and significant finality to her words. They rolled over him like a pleasant breeze and made him shudder with warmth and pleasure. He suddenly wanted to please her very much.
With astonishment he felt his muscles, which had been growing stiff and uncomfortable from being stuck in place, completely relaxed and at ease. Both of his hands had somehow become wrapped about Ivy’s slender waist as he held her close. Why did she have to feel so wonderful?
She nuzzled her lips in the hollow of this throat, planting a line of tender kisses upon his skin.
“Mmm…” she breathed quietly. “That was wonderful.”
They remained in the embrace for several moments. He found he didn’t want it to end. Just touching her was giving him a sort of contact high.
Then her attitude abruptly shifted, darkening by degrees.
“Hands off now,” she commanded curtly.
Superman’s body seemed to respond on its own accord and his hands immediately fell to his sides. Though he was no longer completely immobile, his limbs failed to answer to his thoughts nonetheless.
“I find it endlessly amusing that the most powerful man on the entire planet is so easily brought down by a woman,” the villainess mused. “It’s just somehow so fitting. Don‘t you think?”
Like his hands, his mouth moved independently from the rest of him and words tumbled out.
“Yes,” he answered mechanically.
“Yes what?” she said sternly.
“Yes, mistress, I think it is very fitting.”
“Excellent, my slave, you just might work out yet.”
With hands placed firmly on her shapely hips she continued to experiment with her newfound puppet. What was the point of having a new toy without thoroughly playing with it, she thought.
“You were so unbelievably easy, Superman” she taunted. “So easily manipulated and caught off guard. I loved tying your inferior pea sized brain into twisted little knots. And you were ever the Boy Scout until the end. The Bat would‘ve never let me get so close so many times. If I would‘ve known how simple it was to take you down, I would‘ve moved to Metropolis ages ago.”
Though her constant insults and taunting were causing his anger to steadily build, Superman’s now almost neutral expression gave no indication of it. She was obviously enjoying herself greatly at his expense and it was frustratingly maddening that he could no longer put a stop to it.
Despite the dual effect of the spores and the kryptonite kiss Superman’s unparalleled will still clawed away trying to rebel. He found that the more amount of time that passed after the kiss, the more he struggled internally to fight back. Usually Ivy’s thralls were blissfully unaware of what they were doing and only thought of performing whatever task given to them without thinking of the consequences. Some would even happily murder others or kill themselves without hesitation if she so desired.
But Superman was aware of exactly what he was doing and what was happening around him. He was just unable to do anything about it. Still, he silently vowed to try and quell his anger for now and redirect it in an effort of trying to break free. It seemed a monumental and impossible task but he had not survived the things he had by giving up so easily.
If felt akin to having an entire mountain range pressing down on one’s shoulders, with the mountains representing Ivy’s will and control. He could try and push against it with his own determination and will but for every attempt the mountain range grew that much heavier.
To complicate matters, her natural pheromones combined with everything else were steadily chipping away at his determination and fortitude with razor sharp pickaxes. The longer he was under her control, the more chance of the evil influence seeping into the open cracks and further corrupting his mind with false pleasure and promises.
“Tell me something, slave, why do you think I was able to beat you?” asked Ivy. “I want your honest opinion now so don‘t be afraid to speak your mind.”
Superman gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep his mouth shut but to no avail. Words spilled out anyway.
“I know it was because I am inferior to you in every way and that I didn’t have a prayer against you. In the end it was only natural for you to defeat me. I should’ve known better than to try to stop a beautiful goddess such as you from her rightful place in ruling the world. I was a dumb fool.”
Ivy clapped and giggled with delight.
“Thank you for your candid and completely truthful answer, my pet. But this is getting to be quite boring. How can we remedy this?”
She placed a finger to her chin, looking upward in mock thought.
“Ah, I know how you can be of some use to me. I’ve just thought of a wonderful job for you.”
Superman felt his heart slowly sink.
“Get down on your hands and knees…” she commanded happily, her voice oozing with satisfaction, as she stabbed a finger toward the floor. “…and kiss my feet until I tell you to stop, you pathetic worm.”
Poison Ivy’s seductive voice thrummed over him like fingers on the strings of a harp. It felt excruciatingly good to listen to and obey it despite his mental protests. Her words were a palpable and sheer force moving his limbs with the skill of a puppet master. And to his horror his body began reacting to her command even as she spoke it. His knees began to buckle, then bend, and he was on all fours almost instantly, looking up at his terrifyingly beautiful goddess.
“As you command, my mistress,” Superman replied dutifully.
Ivy leaned back, completely relaxed, and rested her elbows on top of one of the long tables. She lifted a dainty bare foot off the floor and let it hover mere inches from Superman’s face. It gave him the perfect opportunity to view her immaculately pedicured toes, high arches, baby smooth heels, and fetching forest green painted toenails.
His cheeks brightened with embarrassment as he carefully lifted her foot in one of his large hands and, to his growing shame, began plastering it with short loving kisses. Her foot was satiny soft to his lips and, despite it all, just being able to touch her again filled him with ecstatic joy. Feelings of lust tried in earnest to betray him. To pull him down the dark path of no return.
He could barely keep his tongue from the urge to taste her smooth flesh and to move up that long shapely leg; to taste her toned calf, then higher to that sculpted thigh, then higher still until he was between her legs to taste her sweet nectar. The thought alone caused a shudder of goodness to ripple through his being. This in turn caused his brewing shame to grow even stronger.
Then Lois entered his thoughts, causing an ocean of guilt for even contemplating those acts. Lois, his beloved wife, whom he cared about more than anything, must be sick with worry wondering where he was in all the chaos. He could picture her clearly- her long raven hair, her piercing blue eyes, her fierce spirit. The image offered him a small bit of comfort and helped shore up his resolve once more. He could endure all of this torture for her. He would endure it. And also conquer it and put a stop to this crazed woman’s machinations.
Poison Ivy threw her head back and laughed exuberantly- a sweet melodic sound to his ears.
Her tongue slowly slid between her luscious lips as she absolutely savored and relished the moment before speaking.
“Thaaat’s it, slave, stay down there where you belong and make sure you kiss every inch. Don’t even think about leaving any toe or spot untouched.”
Superman hated himself for what he was doing almost as much as Ivy.
“I wish you could see the look on your stupid face from here,” she said, laughing again. “and just see how utterly sad and pathetic you are down there. But I warned you before that you should get used to that position, didn’t I?”
After several mortifying minutes of smothering the top, bottom, and toes of her foot with kisses, Ivy held her hand up and finally ordered him to stop. She removed her right foot from his hand, her emerald eyes beaming, and lifted her left.
“Don’t forget the other one,” she chirped happily.
His cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment as he took her other foot and began the humiliating process all over again.
“Are you enjoying your new job?” she asked.
“Yes, it feels wonderful, mistress” he answered mechanically in between pecks. “This is where I’ve always belonged- groveling on my knees before you.”
His anger flared internally as he chanced a glance up at his tormentor. As beautiful as she was, there was a terrifying air of cruelty and malice swirling about her. But Ivy’s gorgeous face was all smiles as she spoke.
“I thought that would be the case, slave. I’m glad you’re having a good time because I’m enjoying this sooo much. You may stop now though.”
Superman released her foot and remained on his hands knees, the floor taking up his whole view. Even still he could feel her eyes boring harshly down on him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?” she demanded of him.
Anger rose again. Hot and violent.
“Th- thank you for allowing me to…kiss your feet, mistress,” he responded with a halting, supremely grudging tone. “It was an…absolute…honor.”
Ivy frowned. As much as she hated to admit it, Superman’s iron will and spirit were impressively strong. The combined power of the spores and her kiss would’ve rendered anyone else into wet putty in her hands. There wouldn’t be anything left of their brains to even contemplate putting up a struggle. But like everything else, iron will eventually break if struck hard and enough times, she thought. It would take some doing, but she would break Superman down like all the others before him. She anticipated and welcomed the challenge.
Underneath all the god like powers he was still a man- and that made him a lesser and inferior being in her eyes. Men were simple creatures that needed to be ruled and lorded over and she was the perfect woman to take the reins.
“Still trying to resist me?” she clucked. “My, my that just won’t do at all. It looks like you still aren’t getting with the program, slave. That incredibly thick skull of yours seems to want to refuse the logical and undeniable truth that I’m in control now. But fear not, your lessons are just beginning and before long you will know your place as surely as you know my name. Luckily you have a very patient teacher.”
She picked up a narrow, white cardboard box, one that looked like it was usually reserved for tennis bracelets or other jewelry, from one of the tables and showed it to him.
“But I guess I’ll still be a kind host and give you this present I’ve been holding on to. Now take off your cute little blue superhero shirt.”
The Man of Steel’s arms sprang into motion upon her command and peeled off his costume top. Now half naked he glared at her, while still on his knees, silently praying that he would regain control of his heat vision.
“Mmm…hmm…” Ivy said quietly admiring his chiseled pecs, washboard abs, and bulging biceps. “You know the one thing I admire about most of you superheroes is that you’re all so pleasing to the eye. Oh well here is the present I promised.”
She casually flipped the lid off the cardboard box and grabbed the long object inside. He heard the slight tinkle of metal along with the unmistakable smell of genuine leather. His blood boiled as she held up a black leather dog collar with his “S” shield fastened to the front in silver.
“I had it specially made for you. Isn’t that so kind and thoughtful of me?”
Poison Ivy circled around behind, slipping the collar around his thick neck before pulling it tight and fastening a matching black leather leash. The leather of the dehumanizing choker felt cool against his skin and for a moment it felt alarmingly natural.
An amused giggle escaped her.
“Well what do you know, it’s a perfect fit. You know I always wanted a cute little puppy. Now get back down on all fours.”
She pulled the leash tight in her hands producing a sharp cracking sound.
“I‘ll get you trained yet, slave,” she mused. "Because you won't ever get to push me again, you said little maggot."
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