“I’ll take you! The men can finish her!” roars Bane

The musclebound venom addict seemed annoyed at being told to hurry. He straightened up, his huge chest swelling as he did so, “You! I’ll take you!” and it was Poison Ivy he was talking to.

With chemically enhanced speed Bane was on Poison Ivy swiftly, spinning her around to face Barbara Gordon and the chair that held her restrained. The intelligent brute seemed to pay no need to the potential danger in Poison Ivy’s skin or lips, he tore open the villainess’ tight fitting bodice, spilling Ivy’s green breasts out into almost Batgirl’s face before bending her forward and positioning himself behind her.

Batgirl tested the restraints that held her to the chair, but found they held her firm and secure. She could wobble a little but this resulted only in her face brushing against Poison Ivy’s exposed breasts.

Bane was barely started. Fingers strong enough to punch through wood ripped the bottom half of Ivy’s costume away, stripping her naked in front of Batgirl and the henchmen. Poison Ivy, having raised the wrath of Bane, simply closed her eyes in preparation as the muscled villain freed his cock, pushed between her legs and into her wet folds from behind.

The dangerous supervillain thrust again and again, wrapping an arm around Poison Ivy to keep her locked in place, bent forward over Batgirl as he began to fuck his lover from behind. “Dose her with your pheromones now!” he ordered. "Men! the bat baby is yours!"

Batgirl tried not to breath, closing her mouth even as Poison Ivy’s tits were pushed against her face by Bane’s violent thrusting. It wasn’t enough. She could feel the release of the ecoterrorist’s pheromones as they soaked through her skin.

The henchmen, all five of them, rushed forward to drag Batgirl’s chair back. Bane held Poison Ivy firm, bent over his arm, as he fucked her from behind. The gang didn’t drag the young Gordon very far, they didn’t even drag her out of the room, before they planted the chair and surrounded her.

Barbara Gordon could feel the pheromones winning. The site of Poison Ivy being fucked up close, literary in her face, had been enough to send all sorts of waves of pleasure through her body. She was squirming uncomfortably in her chair before the henchmen started to lower their trousers and present erect cocks.

Batgirl could still see the supervillains fucking. Bane had Ivy pressed against his muscled body, held in the air as he fucked her from behind… and Ivy seemed to be looking straight at her.

The first henchman pressed his cock into Batgirl’s face, “Here, luv,” he growled, “Suck on this for a starter…”

To her horror, Batgirl knew she wanted to.