The Figurative Coup de Grace

Poison Ivy was no doubt one of the most seductive, and dangerous, villains in the world. Who would've guessed that she would try to find a loophole around your instructions to her? 'Batman, probably...' But back to the matter at hand: subduing the villainess. Her cunt smelled very sweet (big surprise) as you continued to lick up and down her labia, alternating nibbles on her clit with suckling and licking inside it, as well. Her moaning was very appealing to the ears, and Dr. Stream fingered herself forcibly; a real bitch in heat moaning so loud. She still hungered for satisfaction from Ivy more than any other in the world, and that was when you made your move. "My darl--" you began, but it seemed your throat was constrained a little, so you gave a small cough. The doctor started to take notice of your voice cracking slightly, as did Ivy. She smirked some at you.

"Getting a bit choked up...?" she panted, grabbing your head to get her pussy pleasured to the max. You tried to breathe after she tried to smother her pussy on your face. You cleared your throat again, and your voice sounded a bit different.

"Ivy, darling. Don't you think Dr. Stream should get some relief? She's been begging for you, and it would be rude not to help her feel good." Ivy's gaze were transfixed on me as her pupils dilated for two seconds before they shrank back to size. A moment of silence preceded a smile that crept along her face.

"Yes..." she purred, turning her attention to the exceedingly excited woman beside them. Her fingers were practically a blur as she ravaged herself like that. "Lynn, darling?" Her name being called by her mistress slowed Dr. Stream quickly to a stop while she awaited her instructions. "That will be enough. It's about time I show you what a woman's touch feels like..." Pamela stood up and shook her hips explicitly to entice you and her, softly rubbing her green hand up along her bare, pasty skin. Lynn practically shuddered at Ivy's touch and leaned against her hand when it cupped her cheek, her breathing ragged and pretty fast. As these women were about to have another make out session, you then wondered why your voice sounded like it went through puberty again. That's when you recalled a dream you had: the nanites mentioned something about altering your vocal chords so you could use subliminal messaging; That must be how Ivy seemed a bit more agreeable. So he tried testing it, like so: "Lynn? Does Ivy feel good?" 'Geez, that was stupid! Of course it does.'

But Lynn repeated 'Ivy feels good,' lost in desire. She just kept her position and let Ivy continue snaking her fingers along her nude bod. If he was going to get things under control, he'd have to get serious. "Pamela? Lynn? If you can hear me, look at me..." Both ladies obliged your request for a moment before Ivy turned back to her doctor, kissing her gently despite Lynn's erotic advancements, and so the two met halfway while swapping spit. 'Ok. Maybe I need to push a bit more,' you thought. So, you tried something different. "Poison Ivy, I will count from 20 to one. When reach number one, you will fall into a deep sleep. OK?" She gave an affirmative sound while still kissing the brunette. You slowly began counting down, watching her reactions as nonresponsive so far. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1." And at that moment, Ivy collapsed on top of Lynn, her eyes closed and breathing softly and lightly; she was actually asleep!

"Mistress?" Lynn tried to wake her by gently shaking her, but when she wouldn't come to, and due to the pheromones Ivy produced, she was **** to pleasure her and laid her down prior to kissing and licking her all over. "Mmm..." she hummed hungrily, but softly. She nibbled on her dark green nipples while caressing the other breast, alternating her technique back and forth.

"Dr. Lynn?" you called. Once you heard her questioning sounds, you continued, "I will count backwards from 10 to 1. When I reach number one, you will go into a deep trance and stop what you're doing. Understand?" 'Mm-hmm' was her only response, as to be expected... You slowly counted like before, and finally said, "One." She sat up on her knees, palms upon her thighs, and her eyes were closed while she breathed slowly and softly. You now had two women who seemed to be suggestable. Oh, the temptation...!