Fight fire with fire

Two can play the mind control game. Judging by Ivy's method of choice for "escaping" Arkham, you think it's likely that you posthypnotic suggestions are still in place, along with the trigger phrase. But as always, these things are a delicate process, so you'll have to be careful if you're going this route.

"I.. I don't know," you stammer out. "I feel...strange..." Hopefully your acting chops, carefully honed from your role as Guard #2 in your 8th grade production of Hamlet, will be enough to convince Ivy.

"Oh?" Ivy perks up at your unsteady response. "Do tell me more, Shadow." She stands up and walks over to your table. "Look at our dear Dr. Stream and tell me how you feel."

Looking past Ivy, you see that the doctor has leaned back in her chair, her legs up on the desk and her skirt hiked up, revealing that she either removed, or was not wearing any panties. Her smooth pussy glistens as she slowly rubs up and down her pink slit. "Well Shadow? How do you feeeel?"

Acting or not, your response would be the same: "I... feel... horny, Ivy."

Your counterpart smiles at your revelation. "That's wonderful, Shadow." Seems like she isn't suspicious. Good... "And doesn't it feel good?" Ivy asks as she leans forward against the table, giving you a prime view of her cleavage.

"Mmm yes it's good to feel horny, Ivy," you say, moving your hand toward the tent in your pants.

Ivy seductively slides onto the table, her head resting on her hand just in front of you. "Lovely..." She takes her other hand and pinches the front of her shirt, venting it. "It's getting a little warm in here, Shadow." Hopefully that's my fault. "And I see you have something growing for me," she says with her eyes on your crotch.

Meanwhile, at the head table, Dr. Stream has gotten noisier. The wet sounds of her fingers against her pussy echo in the room, there's a knocking from somewhere, and her moans are becoming audible. "cumm... must cummmm..."

Ivy turns around. "Not yet my sweet. You know the rules."

"please...." Stream whimpers, "Please... Cummm..."

Suddenly the door opens at the side of the room and in steps the receptionist. "Dr. Stream, sorry to interrupt, but--" she freezes in her tracks and gasps when she sees the scene before her, the door clicking shut behind her. "Wh-- What the--? Oh..." She starts to wobble a little. Ivy springs off the table Dangit I was close to having her and twists an arm around the blonde, giving her some support.

"Let me help you, dear," Ivy says, escorting her new guest toward the tables.

"Don't...feel...right..." she struggles out of Ivy's grasp. "Have to...leave..." She backs away toward the door, feeling behind her for the handle.

"Stay...Courtney..." Stream chimes in as she continues to teeter on the edge of orgasm. Shit this poor girl (Courtney?) is going to get trapped. I have to do something! But before you can act, Ivy plants a kiss on the receptionist, flattening her against the door. The fight quickly drains as the struggles for escape are replaced with an embrace and an enthusiastic return of Ivy's kiss. You find yourself stroking your hard cock through your pants as you watch their tongues intertwine.

"Yes, join us, Courtney," Ivy says after the kiss finally ends. She twists the lock on the door, preventing any further interruption. The enthralled blonde grins in response. Ivy turns back to you. "Now where were we, Shadow?" She leads her new pet to your table. "Sadly I can't kill you and walk out of here. The League will hunt me down and put me back in here." She hops back up on the desk, this time sitting on your side of the table, her foot rubbing against your hip. "So here's the deal: You recommend my release and I make you feel as amazing as you do now forever."

"No matter... how much you make me... horny... Ivy, I'll... never let you.... go," you grit out, all the while rubbing yourself through your pants.

"Hmm. Courtney, dear. I think Shadow needs some help with something in his pants." Ivy's foot grazes across your tent. "Would you be a doll and take care of him?"

Courtney immediately drops to her knees, licking her lips as she roughly pulls your pants down. Her eyes go wide as your shaft comes into view. "Mmm It's so Big!" She grasps your rod with an impressively strong grip for a twenty-something secretary. You also notice Ivy venting her shirt again with her eyes on the bulge in your pants. Okay I can still do this. Just have to keep pushing her aloooong Whoa! A warmth interrupts your train of thought as you find your cock stuffed deep inside Courtney's mouth. She starts bobbing up and down, swirling her tongue around as she goes. Dr. Stream's pleading for release has almost faded into a background afterthought now that you have direct stimulation.

"Let the pleasure soak in, Shadow," Ivy says. "I hope you don't mind if I get myself a little more comfortable." She pulls her white Arkham-issued shirt over her head and tosses it aside. A plain white sport bra conceals her chest, but that joins her shirt on the floor, revealing her pert breasts to you. "Ah that's much better, don't you think?" She starts massaging her breasts which happen to be at perfect eye-level for viewing. You start to reach forward, but stop yourself. Ivy giggles as she notices. "Agree to let me go and you can play with them all you want..."

"N..." you fake a struggle, though it's a little more real than you'd like to admit. "I may be horny, Ivy. But I'm not _that _horny." Note to self: Pick an easier trigger phrase next time.

"Oh really? When Miss Courtney was trying to escape, all you did was sit and rub your... hard... cock...." She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs. "Not very heroic. I think you wanted her to become your little cockslut." On cue, the sucking down below steps up a notch. Ivy turns over her shoulder. "And look at poor Lynn." You find Waters looking back at Ivy with pleading eyes. "You did nothing to save her either. So I think you Are _that _horny!"

"Not...that...horny...Ivy...." you grunt as you try to ignore the amazing blowjob you're receiving.

"Mmmm Cockslut, our friend here needs even more help to see things my way." Ivy slides off the table, bending down behind the kneeling blonde. She pulls the girl's sweater up, which frees your cock when she has to pull off to remove her top. Her glasses tumble to the floor in the process, but she doesn't pay it any attention. Ivy motions for the girl to stand and pulls Courtney's grey slacks to the ground in the process. The receptionist kicks off her shoes and steps out of the pants, leaving her in a red lacy bra and a pair of blue and white boyshorts. _And a red belt? Weird. _Ivy reaches around to undo the bra. Her thrall takes the opportunity to steal another kiss. While they lock lips, Courtney sneaks a hand down the front of Ivy's pants. To your surprise, Ivy lets this go as the two gorgeous women make out next to you.

"Are you horny, Ivy?" you decide to take a chance.

"Mmmm," Ivy moans into Courtney's mouth. Thank you, sexy receptionist.

"It's good to feel horny, Ivy," you press on. Ivy lets go of the bra, letting the straps fall. Courtney drops her arms for a moment to let the bra come all the way off. Bright pink nips stand at attention on her firm c-cups. She reaches forward and shimmies Ivy's pants over her hips, taking her panties with them to the ground. Now kneeling, Courtney shoves her face into the moist slit just below Ivy's little red patch of hair. Ivy moans and grabs a handful of blonde hair to keep Courtney there, not that she was going anywhere anyway. You stand up, your cock still hard and aching for release. You've been doing your best to resist, but the sex in the air is intoxicating. Between the doctor frigging herself like crazy, a now naked Ivy and the topless newcomer, you really want to dive in. But can you have your fun and keep Ivy in line?