One week later, New York City.

Ivy knew she couldn't stay in Gotham, she had tried for too long to save that city, but Batman was always there to stop her. So she had gone to Gotham Harbor, got on the first ship she could find, and spent the next three hours on a small private boat traveling with a 50 year old man and his 19 year old son.

"Ohhh Mistress!" The young man shouted out as he slammed his virgin cock into her wet pussy lips. "Oh god, I love you my mistress! Let me serve you forever!" He cried out, watching as she sucked off his father.

The older man thrust his hips up into her waiting mouth while she blew him, her tongue wrapping around his large shaft as she felt his tip poking the back of her throat.

"Oh take it whore." The older man told her, "Take my cock up your slutty throat." Ivy glared up at the old man for that comment, but begrudgingly allowed him to continue.

Her eyes darted sideways for a moment to the older woman who was piloting the boat, her head fixed forwards, Ivy could tell her pheromones weren't working as well on her as they were on her husband and son.

"M-Mistress...." the son said, his voice quivering. "I... I'm gonna cum..." He told her. "I'm definitely gonna cum..."

Ivy quickly pulled the old man's cock from her mouth and spun around and took the younger's cock into her mouth. His cock tasted heavily of her cunt, a taste Ivy loved.

Ivy took his cock deep into her throat and felt his warm load get pumped directly into her stomach, she suckled his tip for a few minutes more, causing the boy to jerk and wobble as he stood, his legs twitching with the immense pleasure of it all.

His father stood behind her, stroking his cock waiting for his turn.

Ivy pulled the cock from her mouth and let it rest by the side of her head, looking up at the boy with her large green eyes. "Good pet." She cooed, licked the side of his cock, from his balls, up his shaft, to the tip. He shivered again and beamed down at his mistress.

Slowly Ivy stood, and turned to look at the older man. "And now me." He said, stroking his cock and eyeing Ivy like a piece of meat. "No." She said simply and smiled at her ****. "If you want to cum, you can jerk it onto the floor." She told him as the boat pulled up to the dock.

Ivy took a step off the ship and then turned and pointed at the 19 year old. "You there, give me your shirt." He did as he was told, and tossed Ivy his t-shirt, which she slipped on. It was just big enough to cover down to her upper thigh. "And when your father is done cumming... Make him clean it up." She instructed, and left the family to their boat.

Ivy walked down the concrete streets of New York, it was late at night but that didn't seem to stop half the population from being out in full ****.

She cursed under her breath at the horrible meatsacks that dared to build such monstrosities of nature, it was offensive, it was horrible... This city needed to pay.

Ivy walked a few more blocks before she was stopped by something that caught her eye, a three day old newspaper lay on the ground, it was covered in dirt and muck, but the headline was just readable.

"MASKED VIGILANTE WREACKS HAVOC ON CITY - BLAMES MIND CONTROL"

She shook the paper slightly so the picture could be seen clearly.

The photo was dirty, but she could see a man in red and blue spandex firing something from his wrist.

Ivy smirked and licked her lips while she thought for a moment. "Now that... Gives me an idea." She said and tossed the news paper back onto the ground.