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Dark Harvest
Chapter 9: Addicted to Love
Written and edited by R.S.
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Superman quietly seethed as Ivy climbed on to his broad, flat back. Sitting side saddle and crossing her long legs at the knee, she cracked the leash once more before giving it a sharp tug.
“That’s a good little doggy,” she praised above him. “Now lets go for a ride. If you behave well enough I might decide to give you a special treat later.”
The floor was cool and damp beneath his hands and knees as he crawled at a steady pace. A seemingly endless variety of plants, flowers, and small trees, in all sizes, shapes, and colors, lined either side of their path. The sheer volume, alone, of exotic looking plants that Superman had never even seen before was staggering. Ivy guided him around the walls of the gigantic greenhouse, rudely pulling on the leash whenever she wanted him to change direction or speed. Every time they rounded a corner she would swing her foot around in front of his face and order him to kiss it.
Each time his lips touched her skin two things would happen almost simultaneously. He would grow more and more aroused as well as contemptuous. The mixed emotions were starting to produce a side effect he desperately wished he could reverse- a steadily growing erection.
His resentment of his unwanted passenger grew by the second as she kept piling on to his humiliation. Now and again her teasing hand would drop between his legs and give his rapidly hardening cock a few tantalizing strokes through his red trunks. The first time it happened, he had nearly frozen in place and barely stifled a loud moan of enjoyment.
“Giddy up, horsey!” the villainess spouted with glee. “We have to get back to the ranch before sundown!”
Though he couldn’t see her face from his crawling position, Superman had no doubt Ivy was one big beaming smile as she rode him like an awkward pony. Once they had completed a long, looping, and degrading lap around the entire complex, they came to a stop before the huge open rose hanging just above the floor.
“Get on there and lie down flat on your back, slave,” she commanded. “I guess you have earned your treat after all. I‘ll be right back.”
Superman found that his earlier assumption of the mammoth flower resembling a comfortable bed was very accurate. Its petals were extremely soft but firm enough to give ample support.
Ivy reappeared above him with hunger in her eyes. At her command thick vines snaked their way from the flower and coiled around his wrists, keeping his arms restrained above his head but still flat against the flower. At full power he would’ve been able to snap them easily but in his current state they might as well have been made of reinforced titanium.
“Don’t want those big, strong arms to get in my way,” she taunted. The stunning villainess straddled his thighs and began rubbing her hands together. “The first couple of harvests provided me with enough seed to power my army. But this harvest is solely for my enjoyment. And I‘m going to drain you dry, slave. This is just one more thing you won‘t be able to stop me from taking from you.”
Superman forcefully bit his lower lip while Poison Ivy ran two teasing fingers up and down the length of his manhood. The thin stretchy material of his red trunks immediately felt three sizes smaller and began straining upward.
“After I’m finished with you I’ll probably be able to lead you around by the cock for the rest of your sorry life even without the spores and kryptonite kiss.” She stared hard into his eyes, thoroughly enjoying his strained expression. He was trying his best not to moan with contentment but she knew, and smiled devilishly, that she hadn’t even begun to torture him yet.
“I’m going to make this last a long time because I want the experience burned into that little pea brain for all eternity. And I haven‘t even started to make you pay for killing my precious baby.” She continued running her fingers up and down his length, a little faster than before, amused as he became ever harder. The soft “swishing” sound her fingers made over the smooth red spandex like fabric filled the otherwise quiet air.
Swish, swish, her fingers danced over his crotch driving Superman crazy with frustration, anger, and most of all lust. He would’ve given almost anything to be able to tear free from his restraints and either strangle Ivy or make passionate love to her.
Swish, swish.
The thought alarmed him as he couldn’t seem to make up his mind on which he wanted to do more. He noted with panic at how far his red trunks were tenting skyward. Ivy’s cruelly teasing fingers moved to the underside of his now elevated shaft and continued their constant dance.
Swish, swish.
It felt like all the blood in his body was now forcing its way into his cock. Her dazzling jade eyes were no longer seeking out his, instead they were focused intently downward on the task at hand. Her fingers sped up even faster.
Swish, swish, swish...
A slight gasp fought its way past his lips.
“Hmm…looks like your friend here has the right idea, slave” Ivy said, nodding to his cock. “Don’t fight it. Its over and you’ve already lost.”
“If I…can’t…stop you…Ivy, then my…teammates…will, ” he strained through clenched teeth.
She seemed to ponder the thought for a moment then let out a sigh that a parent would give to a petulant child that wouldn’t stop misbehaving. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead sending his senses leaping with joy.
“No…” she said with quiet certainty “…they wont.”
Ivy ignored the petty threats that followed and shifted her body up off his thighs until she straddled his crotch. She smirked as he instantly turned into an iron bar beneath her firm bottom.
“Mmmm, you like that?” Ivy purred, her hips grinding a slow steady rhythm against his crotch. She knew she was driving him mad with lust from all the teasing and she loved it- loved having that power over him. It was intoxicating in its own way to control Superman’s every sensation. To know that she decided how, what, and when he felt it. Soon she would have all the power in the world to go along with it.
He let out another gasp, louder this time, as Ivy pressed more of her weight down and grinded her hips even harder. She could feel his large cock begging to burst free from its confines and smiled while she teased it further by sliding her tight ass back and forth across it.
Her fingers played over Superman’s bare torso, exploring the rippling abs, and taking in the hard rounded contours of his chiseled pecs. He groaned quietly as she tweaked his nipples, alternately squeezing and caressing before she planted a few light kisses on them. Her tongue darted out and the sensation caused them to harden wonderfully.
She kissed his lips- light little pecks that were barely more than the brush of butterfly wings. Just enough to give him a fleeting taste and keep him in delicious agony. She laughed as his head strained forward, trying to desperately to recapture the utter sweetness of her lips.
“Ah, ah, don’t be such a naughty boy,” she cajoled. “All of this is for my enjoyment not yours.”
She stood up over him then slowly and seductively unfastened the back of her green bustier before slipping out of it and tossing it aside. With her arms above her head she lightly stretched, shifting her body from side to side, and giving him a perfect view of her nude form. His eyes widened and his heart raced as he drank in the magnificent sight.
Poison Ivy was an absolute vision of beauty, the kind that had inspired artists for thousands of years. Even without being under her influence he could be honest about that much. It was an immortal beauty usually reserved for goddesses and the stuff of legend.
Immediately, he felt a sensation of being pulled toward her. It was magnetic and supremely hard to resist- though a part of him didn’t seem to want to. It was far more than mere physical attraction. It ran far deeper and was something primal and instinctual. His mouth hung open with unabashed, pure wonder and lust. It was almost as if he were truly seeing her for the first time.
Ivy continued to stand over him, giving his eyes ample time to take a thorough tour of her body. She was tall and slender yet not overly thin and possessed enough dangerous, supple curves to make the great sculptors jealous. Her smooth, pale skin was absolutely flawless as were her exquisitely formed full breasts. She sported a flat, firm tummy and long sculpted legs that went on for miles.
As he silently gawked, she hastily reached down and yanked his red trunks down to his knees. His large cock sprang out and stood proudly, waving in the air at full attention. Her mouth spread into a lazy smile.
“Man of Steel indeed. I was right all along. Deep down you’re just as weak as any other man. Your kind are all so easy to defeat in the end. You always fall for the same thing.”
He said nothing, shamed by the fact that his cock was now a standing obelisk of his guilt, proving the truth of her words. She pressed the bottom of her bare foot lightly to his lips. He automatically kissed it without being ordered and without hesitation.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“You’re learning,” she praised. “There may hope for you after all.”
She waved away the vines coiled around his arms and he relaxed a bit from his newfound freedom. He still couldn’t move on his own but most of him had forgotten about that long ago.
Ivy walked over him, using his muscled form as casually as a sidewalk, and planted her feet on either side of his head. She slowly lowered herself onto his face and the world suddenly became very dark, warm, and…pleasant.
“Lick me,” she commanded.
And he did.
He licked with such a frenzied fervor that it was only seconds before she was moaning with pleasure above him. She spurred him on even further as she absently reached back to give his erect cock a few playful strokes. Superman used his power of super speed to vibrate his tongue against and eventually into her pussy at a nearly unimaginable rate.
She tightly clutched some of the vines from the giant flower and moaned again, longer and more loudly than before.
Poison Ivy felt like she was glowing inside and smiled while she concluded that Superman’s tongue was the ultimate vibrator. No, even better in fact. She could tell this wasn’t the first time he had made such creative use of his powers and envied whatever woman had been on the receiving end of it before her. But that didn’t matter now. He belonged to her and she would be the only one to use him as she saw fit from now on.
Her cries of pleasure became both faster and louder until they reached a final crescendo.
With her back arched and her head thrown back, she squeezed his head tightly between her silky thighs and came more powerfully than she ever had before. Her cries of ecstasy rang loudly and echoed in his ears. Powerful shudders racked her body before she finally relaxed.
Her juices tasted even sweeter than Superman could’ve imagined. He eagerly and selfishly lapped up every drop he could.
Then cool air and light greeted him like a long lost friend. Ivy climbed back atop his bare thighs and ran her soft palm up and down the length of his cock. He could feel her heat as she sat naked on his legs which aroused him further. With undivided attention he watched her open palm glide up and down his shaft.
His breath caught up in his throat as she produced the small glass vial of plant extract. The light blue liquid seemed to glow with brilliant luminescence. With baited breath he observed as she carefully unscrewed the lid and removed the dropper.
“I know you’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?” she asked knowingly. “Aching to feel it on your skin again…to feel the wonderful and unmatched sensations of pleasure it brings. Its like a drug, slave. One that I’m going to make sure you are addicted to from now on. I’m going to give you all you’ll ever need but you‘ll still want even more.”
He swallowed hard as the dropper hovered mere centimeters above his penis. Ivy waited patiently, not moving a muscle.
“Tell me you want it,” she demanded.
His mouth was a scorched desert. Quietly and with growing shame he spoke- whether it was because he was still under her control or it was his own volition he would never be quite sure.
“I…I want it, mistress.” He swallowed. “Please…”
With a satisfied grin she squeezed the black rubber top of the dropper allowing a single precious drop of the bright blue liquid to splash on to his skin.
Narcotic pleasure rushed over his cock then spread to his whole body. Ivy wasted no time in wrapping her silky fingers around his shaft before rubbing the bead of plant extract into the head of his cock with her thumb.
“Oooohhhh,” he moaned loudly, while she smoothed the liquid over and into his sensitive slit.
She grinned at his reaction. “Glad to see you’re finally being honest with yourself, slave. No more of this foolish holding back and pretending you’re not enjoying every second of this.”
She pumped his shaft up and down, slowly and methodically. His hands balled up into tight fists as he moaned again. Up her hand went. The added sensations stemming from the drop- just a single drop- was almost more than he could stand. And down. He didn’t even notice when she added the second drop but he sure as hell could feel it. The pleasure waves crashed over him again and again with each successive tide seeming stronger than the one before.
Pre cum now oozed readily from his cock, adding to the slickness of the plant extract. He felt he could go at any time. The pressure at the base of his cock would surely find sweet release soon.
Ivy only smiled. The poor little superhero had no idea what she had planned.
She added a third drop of the blue liquid then her other hand joined the first- tightly wrapped around his shaft and continuing to pump him. With teeth gritted, Superman could barely gather his thoughts enough to form words but he did, just barely.
“P-please…” he breathed heavily. “Please let me…cum, mistress.”
She seemed to think about his request for a moment before speaking.
“I don’t think you asked me nicely enough, slave. Ask again and I’ll let you. I promise.”
His mouth and mind balked at having to muster the concentration to simply speak again but he somehow managed it.
“Please…please allow me to cum, mistress.” He moaned loudly, his tone even more desperate than before. “Please…I beg you. I don‘t think I can take…much more.”
With her hands still working his cock like a piston she leaned toward him, jade eyes blazing.
Her voice took on a cruel note of coldness.
“No.”
She laughed in his face after seeing his expression drop. The absolute desperate look in his eyes only made her happier.
“You hate me now, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. But you sure seem to like my body and what I‘m doing to you.“ Her hands sped up even more. “When I said before that I own you, I meant every part of you. See this big cock here?” She gave his manhood a couple of harder than normal jerks to emphasize her point. “I own it. It belongs to me now. And only I decide when or even if it ever gets to cum ever again. Its my property and I‘ll do with it as I see fit.”
Superman tried to work up the will to speak again but he could not. He was lost. The feelings of ecstasy had seemingly taken over his body and mind. And still his beautiful but cruel tormentor added two more drops to his sensitive flesh.
Both of her skilled hands pumped the length of shaft faster and faster. When he thought he would at last feel sweet release he shut his eyes tightly. But relief never came. The pressure only grew stronger and more powerful.
Ivy flipped her long mane of scarlet hair back and at last removed her teasing hands and climbed up over his cock. He thought she was going to slide him inside of her but she merely rubbed her wet pussy against his manhood. A barely human sounding groan of utter enjoyment flew from Superman’s wide open mouth as his cock slid easily between the outside of her pussy lips again and again.
The pressure in his cock was already near a boiling point when Ivy stopped one last time. She dipped the dropper back into the bottle, filling up the entire glass tube with the shining blue liquid, before emptying all of it onto his throbbing erection. Before he could even begin to process what had happened she carefully impaled herself on his large cock.
Atomic bombs of unbridled pleasure exploded from every cell in his body. It surged through him in a storm so perfect and delicious that it bordered on the point of pain. Superman’s eyes rolled back in his head for several moments as his brain was flooded and overwhelmed by the orgasmic sensation.
He let out a choked cry of ecstasy and would’ve exploded at that instant had it not been for Ivy’s complete control over him. She smiled wickedly and rode him, slowly at first, in a steady rhythmic motion.
It was like nothing he had ever felt or would even imagine in his wildest dreams. When his vision finally came back into focus his eyes became locked on his mistress’s fantastic body. He watched with unabashed admiration while she slowly rocked up and down upon him. Every curve on her flawless feminine form glistened beautifully with light perspiration. It only accentuated her magnificence.
“See that now? It feels right doesn’t it? This is exactly where you belong, slave” she said breathlessly. “BENEATH me.”
He felt a surging rush of indescribable ecstasy, blinding white and powerful, as she quickened her pace and began riding him like a bucking bull. Superman felt his body arch and shudder powerfully. His hips thrust upward, countering Ivy’s frenzied pace, as she pounded him back down with her hips. Each thrust sent a fresh blast of pleasure ripping through his already frazzled senses.
Poison Ivy cried out loudly from above, licking her luscious lips and running her hands through her wetted hair. She selfishly brought herself to orgasm several more times without allowing her slave even one. Each time she came, those smooth, toned thighs would cinch tightly about his sides. He somehow realized this even through the mind numbing haze and the thought only made him hate her even more.
“Do you wish to cum now, slave!?” she shouted in a frenzied, panting voice.
He could only pant and grunt in response.
“Then admit your to your weakness! Acknowledge my superiority and scream my name as you accept defeat! Name your poison!” she commanded.
She raked her claws down his chest leaving long red trails on his skin. He struggled to respond. His mouth opened and closed wordlessly a few times and only through sheer effort and will was he able to speak. The words came out painfully, dripping with shame and laced with burning hate.
“P-Poison…IVY!!” he screamed at last.
She laughed maniacally over him then said, “Then cum. Cum for me, slave!”
She sped up one final time and he felt the levy buckle and begin to break. The enormous pressure that had built at the base of his cock surged forward. Her tightness massaged and coaxed his seed ever upward through his shaft until at last he felt sweet release that had been cruelly denied for far too long.
“Ooooohhhhh!”
A primal, bestial yell sounded so loudly from him that every window in the greenhouse rattled and shook. His back arched upward and stayed that way as monumental spasms overtook his body. He came, he came so hard, but that didn’t even begin to describe the feeling. It was more akin to an ancient volcano erupting after centuries of being dormant. Rockets of his hot seed shot up into Ivy and she laughed again as she took yet more from him. She would not be satisfied until she tore everything away including his soul.
It was all too much for his mind and body to take all at once. Darkness soon claimed him.
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Later…
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The little bespectacled scientist shuffled into the greenhouse, his head in a customary and reverent bow. He almost tiptoed around, cautious not to disturb his goddess.
“The rest of your plant army will be complete and functioning soon, mistress.”
Ivy stepped off of the enormous rose, not making any effort to cover her nakedness.
“Excellent, my pet,” she praised. She smiled at the obvious joy it gave the little man. “You and the others have done fine work for me. Hurry up and complete my army so that my children and I may take our rightful place as rulers of this planet.
“As you wish, my mistress. I am so happy to serve,” he said before scurrying off.
She turned back to Superman, eyeing him closely. He sat on the edge of the flower facing her. The rumpled shirt of his costume was resting in his hands like some long forgotten relic. His once proud demeanor had changed. His blue eyes seemed shades duller and he could not lift them to meet hers. Good, she thought. Just another toy on the wondrous path to being broken.
“Cheer up, slave,” she chirped, slipping back into costume. “The night is still young. Let’s go out for a night on the town!”
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10 Miles Outside Metropolis
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“Where are we going, mistress?” asked Superman with some confusion.
The glittering skyscrapers of Metropolis shined brightly in the distance behind them. Poison Ivy shifted in his arms as they soared through the warm night air.
“We are taking a slight detour before we have our fun,” she said.
She guided him out to an open grassy field outside Metropolis. She had taken great pleasure in teasing him the whole way there, planting kisses on his neck and ears. He had not shown the slightest hint of disobedience since leaving the greenhouse, much to her delight.
He set her down gently and scanned the area. There was nothing but overgrown grass and armies of weeds stretching for miles into the distance.
“There’s nothing here, mistress.”
She sighed. “All those muscles and absolutely no brain to go with them. How sad. Use your x-ray vision and look down.”
Starting at about a dozen feet under the rocky soil he caught a glimpse of something shiny, smooth, and metallic. It was something that should not be there naturally and was part of something much, much bigger. Further inspection revealed it was just the first of an intricate and complex web of metal and concrete tunnels crisscrossing ever deeper into the bowels of the Earth. Most of the tunnels appeared to be used for storage and other utilities, but toward the lowest levels there was a laboratory and several heavy duty vaults. The entire complex was only sparsely populated at the moment and most of them appeared to be sleeping.
“One of my little pet scientists back at the lab used to work for Lex Corp,” Ivy explained. “And was privy to all sorts of classified information. He told me this is where one of Luthor’s top secret vaults and laboratories is located. What I want is eight levels below ground in the central and largest high security vault. Get it for me, slave.”
Superman began spinning like a giant top and burrowed down into the ground through multiple levels of metal and concrete. When he reached the eighth sublevel, he faced the enormous vault Ivy had described. Its door was constructed of two foot thick reinforced titanium and lined with lead. There was a keypad on the wall next to the door but Mistress had insisted he hurry. He ignored the blaring alarms and the yells of shock and surprise.
Fist met metal several punishing times and the metal resoundingly lost. Superman grabbed the small, black metal box inside and zipped back up the hastily made tunnel from which he had come.
He handed Ivy the box and her praise felt shamefully good.
“Such a good little boy,” she said, giving him a condescending pat on the head- like one would pet a dog after it had performed a successful trick.
“What is it, mistress?”
The container was made of high grade metal and had a small keypad constructed in the top of the lid. She looked up from the box after admiring it with unmistakable hunger in her eyes.
“Hmm? Oh, its my ace in the hole. The key to controlling the most powerful weapon on Earth.”
She handed it back to him. “Be a dear and fly this back home. Give it to one of my lapdogs and have him open it, will you? Then come back here and get me.”
Superman returned in record time, scooping Ivy back up into his powerful arms.
“It is done, mistress,” he dutifully informed her.
She smiled.
“Good. Now let’s go have some real fun! Let‘s paint Metropolis green!
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End of Chapter 9
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