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A vine curled up Barbara's toned thigh, squeezing tightly especially as it reached her ass.

She bit her lip as a tendril snaked by her face, brushing her lips before diving down, sliding past her neckline. It slid between her tits, enough to make Barbara shudder.

And then it snapped. The vine yanked outwards and shredded all that remained of her costume in its path, tearing and tugging all it could with it. The vine took what it could with it, the Batgirl costume left tattered and the top half loose enough to slump down.

Barbara squealed. Instinctively she wanted to cross her arms, but the vines kept them in place. Pale tits were bared to the two supervillains, jiggling as she shook. Barbara stared, wide eyes visible through her mask, flame-red hair falling down over now-bare shoulders.

"Told ya Red!" Harley said. "Knew she had to be covering up something nice after all that."

"We haven't seen it all yet," Ivy said.

She smirked. Barbara put up a token resistance, feeling a thrill as vines slid down the much more accessible now lower half of her costume. She gasped as one skated past her pussy, present and pressing seemingly by accidental. And then..

It tore again, rending the rest of her costume utterly unwearable. She probably should have been more worried about only having her mask to go home in, but just then it was hard to focus on anything beyond the firm vines gripping her bare skin, Harley and Ivy staring at her.

And, now bringing a blush to her cheeks, pointedly staring at her now bare pussy. A trimmed strip of red was just above it. Her pussy itself though was undeniably wet, the fact she'd been turned on at the prospect of being toyed with now fully on display.

Both Harley and Ivy slowly looked up at her.

"I think she's enjoying herself," Ivy said.

"Everyone enjoys your vines Red," Harley said. "That's what they're for, especially when you..."

"Not everyone's got your tastes darling," Ivy said. "Out little captured Bat though... now what shall we do with you?"

The vines holding her arms slowly spread her legs, tendrils curling up around a bare leg, squeezing her shin, her knee, then her bare thigh, achingly close. Barbara couldn't help but gasp.

Ivy stopped just short, vines expertly controlled.

Then Barbara's eyes widened as another vine slid over her face, curling over her mask, ever so slightly slipping underneath. It didn't move.

Fuck. She should have considered that, rather than being so fixated on all the things the two of them could do to a poor, defenceless heroine with all their vines and pheromones and-

Barbara whimpered, squirming and feeling the heat inside her build up all over again.

"Do you think it's worth the trouble if we see who she is?" Ivy said.

"Can already see the good stuff," Harley said, plainly not concerned by Barbara's face.

Ivy chuckled. The upper tentacle withdrew, as another vine snaked around her midriff and more joined her wrists, making extra sure Barbara both wouldn't be going anywhere and wouldn't be covering up any time soon.

"Can we keep her?!" Harley suddenly said excitedly. "Can we? Can we?!"

Ivy tilted her head. Barbara fidgeted. Somehow she was starting to get the feeling this wouldn't just be a one-off bit of vine-filled fantasy fulfillment. She squirmed, slowly becoming more and more embarrassed with how the two looked at her.