Outwit Her

You look all around the now-light-green room, taking into account that Pamela's been manipulating not only the atmosphere of the room, but also the plants that grew to a huge size, and her doctor ever since she came into the conference room. Sure, the doctor exhibited signs of being controlled, but they were subtle so you almost didn't notice. And now, there was a strange 'mist' emanating from both women. No doubt of the same pheromones that she's well-known for, that influence both men and women to do her bidding. But back to the matter at hand: Doctor Lynn Stream seemed to be intoxicated and... horny. 'What do I do?'

"Well...?" Ivy purred. She licked her lips to get your attention. "You mustn't keep a lady waiting..." 'She thinks that I'm brainwashed.' You had to remember your training with Batman: keep focus on the goal. 'I know.' You put on a somewhat blank expression, but as you turn to face Ivy, you look at her like she is the most important person you'll ever want. You smile, walk slowly to her, and say words you'd never consciously tell her: "Poison Ivy... My darling." You kneel down before her, keeping your smile. "Let me make it all up to you..." Ivy seems rather amused that you were giving yourself to her.

"Very well, my Shadow lover." She extended her olive-skinned hand, caressing your cheek as if she actually loved you; the whole sensation just made you feel a little disgusted inside.

Meanwhile, Lynn was watching the whole thing while still pleasuring herself with fingers buried in her wet snatch. "Oh, Mistress..." she panted, wanting to be Poison Ivy's lover badly. She then started steadily undressing herself, starting with her white lab coat. "Miss Ivy, look at me. I am ready to be graced by your hands, your tongue..." Poison Ivy was watching the strip show Dr. Stream put on just for her, but she was not entranced by this middle-aged amateur performer. "I'm yours, Mistress..." she moaned, getting more into the act. She grabbed the newly opened edges of her coat, shuffling them around in circles while gyrating her body to music in her mind. Luckily for you, Ivy was distracted enough, so you could see how serious Lynn's condition really was: if this kept going, the process could not be reversed properly, if at all. You had to do something: you could try using the trigger phrase again, but you weren't sure if you should again, and she might catch on to how ineffective her attempt was on you. You than had a thought: 'If Dr. Stream wants to get her attention, maybe I can use that against Ivy...'

So you start talking as a devotee again. "No, my love. I can make you feel good now... Please. It's the least I can do after that horrible things I did to you." That directed Ivy to look back at you, making her smirk.

"You really do feel awful about making me submit to you..." She then had her hand on your cheek again, guiding you up to her lips, and she started to kiss you. You remember that she could try poisoning you at any time, if not for the nanites helping to protect you, so you had to play along. And besides, why play along with this? A hot woman was kissing you! You return her kiss, your tongues darting along and swirling around each other's. To keep up appearances, you had your hand planted (pardon the pun) on her cheek. She moaned into your mouth, and Lynn watched while not taking being horny for much longer as she almost tore up her clothes, tearing out of them. While swapping spit still, Pamela noticed that she was getting really hot and bothered, so she pulled away from the kiss. "I need your help to leave this hellhole behind. For good."

"Anything, darling. Name it." You felt so degraded as you felt out of your true character, doing as she told you like a dog. But your chance would come... Any moment.

"Do you see her?" It was painfully obvious that he could, and what she was doing to get what she wanted. Desperately. But you nodded. "She feels unloved, and is about to go insane. Appropriate for this place..." she smirked. "Go over there and calm her. Make her feel good..." she accentuated the last word almost to **** you. "She can't do her job like that..."