Wilt and bloom

Day 1: Once she was sure her captor had left the room, Ivy started to struggle against her bonds. The spreader bar between her ankles wouldn’t budge, so much was expected. But she was also incapable of gaining any leeway on her hands as the cuffs were way to strong.

So, she tried the only thing possible and activated multiple of her powers in order to damage the suit and break her encasement. Releasing her spores, she tried to find a weak spot, some kind of hole or not fully airtight zipper. All she achieved was her suit slightly bloating around her. This led to a cruel surprise as the gasmask’s pressure valve closed shut and blocked her only air supply, forcing her to breath all her spores back in if she didn’t want to suffocate.

With her first strategy failed, she tried growing vines to rupture the thick latex. With the skin-tight layer on her skin she only managed small bumps. The available room was just insufficient to grow anything strong or sharp. She was also treated to a surprising shock from her wrists as she experienced the effect of Canary’s cuffs. Luckily for her the latex had mitigated the electricity greatly. The total absence of sunlight and fresh soil in her reach was also not beneficial for her.

After a few more failed attempts, Ivy resigned to standing in her chains and stared at the plants displayed before her. He wouldn’t dare letting them die, right?

Day 2: She had been left alone for quite a while now. The exact time was unknown to her as she had no hints to help her. The light had stayed at the same level the entire time and no one came to visit her since Matts’s threat.

She just kept on watching the plants. It really was the only thing she could do, **** herself. By now the soil they were planted in was clearly dry and they would receive no further water – sunlight wouldn’t reach them anyway in the bunker.

Ivy was certain that her captor would soon return to water them. He couldn’t actually intend to let those gentle plants die just to hurt her… right?

Day 4: She had been alone for an eternity by now, hunger and especially thirst were getting to her. Her floral powers helped her to sustain longer than the average human, but she needed at least some water for that and by now she was basically dry.

Not as dry as the plants in front of her however. Seeing them slowly die before her eyes had been a constant agony for her. Much more than the pain in her joints or the hunger in her stomach. She saw the leaves hanging down, some had already turned brown and fallen down. If she still had water in her system, she would have been crying by now.

It was at this moment that the door behind her swung open for the first time since she was imprisoned here and her future master stepped into her field of view holding a lifesaving bottle of water. “I knew he wouldn’t let them die” she thought with relief.

“Are you ready to swear your loyalty to me yet? Or do you watch your friends to suffer a little bit longer?” He asked her in a mocking tone.

Too shocked to speak behind her mask, Ivy just shook her head. She could never serve someone.

“Guess than I will water only you today then” he went on as he reached for her gasmask.

She perked up. If he removed her mask, she could spray him with her spores and pollen and manipulate him to release her. Those hopes were soon crushed however. Matt unscrewed a small cap on the upper part of the mask close to her mouth and put the bottle in its place. Only then did he open the attached valve and squeeze on the container to **** the water into her suit.

Ivy lapped at the small stream without thinking, her instinct stronger than her resistance to her captor. She didn’t manage to catch nowhere near all of it, the rest running down her neck and between her boobs. The suit now stuck to her skin even more as her mutated skin began absorbing the remaining water into her system.

As the bottle was empty Matt closed the valve and returned the cap to its original place, resealing her completely airtight. Then he left her without another word.

Day 6: Matt entered Ivy’s cell again, after two days of solitude. He asked her again if she was ready to submit to her new master, she declined again. However, this time she didn’t seem quite so sure anymore. It took her a long time before she shook her head to deny him.

He watered her again, but this time he didn’t leave immediately after. Instead he started exploring her body. His hands roamed around her tall lithe form, hugging her from behind with his head right next to hers. Matt traced her nipples through the thick material with his thumbs while he cupped her breasts from below. That’s when he heard it. Ivy had released a whorish moan of pleasure after being untouched for an entire week. Her nubs got harder and harder with every circle he made around them. By the end, they made a bigger dent into the suits surface than any of her vines had ever managed.

His right hand wandered downwards and cupped her encased pussy lips. The heat could be felt through the dense material. Matt smiled as he imagined how sopping wet, she must be underneath the cover, no wonder she seemed to need more and more water every day.

At last, he gave her butt a few hard squeezes and spanks before addressing her a last time. “The plants are almost dead. You should better think about your answer next time” he threatened again and left.

He was right. There was almost no green left on the precious greenery before Ivy’s eyes. She needed to save them and her time was running out mercilessly. Her love for them and her horniness would spell her doom and she knew it. So, did Matt.

Day 7: Ivy hung in her chains, tired and ****. The plants were on the verge of **** and at the same time she was incredibly horny. Her mind was set by now. She had fought valiantly but the outcome had been inevitable from the start.

Her master returned, but this time he wasn’t alone. Ivy realized that there was someone else in the room, but it didn’t matter to her anymore. Before Matt could finish his question, she violently nodded her head with all her remaining power and accepted her fate.

Ivy was released from her shackles; she was too weak to physically resist anyway. Wonder Woman’s magic lasso was wrapped around her and a small microphone activated in her helmet, then she recited the verses his other slaves had also sworn as they became his. By the time she had finished her last sentence an almost serene calmness washed over her.

“You see kitty, your green friend here learned her place really fast” her new master laughed as he turned to water the plants as promised.

With her last energy, Matts newest **** turned around and looked into the eyes of her oldest friend. Catwoman shed a small tear as she saw Ivy’s beautiful form kneeling on the floor in her latex suit. Whether it was out of pity or her own lost opportunity was unclear.

Ivy couldn’t greet her anymore as she slowly sank to the floor and fell into slumber.