Bane needs to fuck Batgirl right now!

“It may not be smart, but I think I need to fuck her!” Bane told his new partner in crime/lovemaking as he stroked Batgirl's cheek.

“Men, huh?” Ivy jokingly smiled at Barbara. “Don't worry Batgirl, I can make it so even a prude like you'll have some fun.”

As the red-haired woman crouched before her, bringing herself to eye level, Barbara was taken aback by just how brilliantly, unnaturally green Ivy's eyes were. Just another part of her body's transformation, she supposed. Along with the permanently red hair, and the body of a fuckable nymph.

Raising her hand to her lips, Ivy blew Barbara a kiss, one that made her eyes water and her skin burn.

“Let me get her... warmed up for you,” Ivy purred.

“By all means, Ivy,” Bane said happily. Yeah, he knew what was coming.

As Barbara tried to blink her eyes clear, she saw Ivy's striking face coming ever closer. She tried to move her head away, but the plant-woman's hands held her in place.

Green and white redheads met by the mouth as Ivy **** a deep and lengthy kiss on the younger woman.

Though Barbara considered herself one hundred percent heterosexual, her lips either didn't get the message, or were outright betraying her, because after just a few seconds, she was happily returning the kiss.

On her previous encounters with Ivy, Bruce had always been there, withstanding the almost irresistible (for a man, anyway) pheromones Ivy bombarded him with through sheer iron will. Barbara was disappointed to see she did not possess the same bottomless reserves of willpower as the Bat. Or was she thrilled? She was rather enjoying her makeout session with Poison Ivy.

After a minute or so of nonstop kissing, Ivy pulled away. Barbara tried to keep their lips together, moving her head forward as Ivy retreated. Batgirl had just enough control and awareness left to be embarrassed when Bane and Ivy shared a laugh at her expense.

“I'd say she's ready,” Bane judged. Batgirl could tell he was smirking under that stupid mask.

“She's all yours, mi amor,” Isley said, circling around the restrained girl, stopping directly behind her. Crouching, Ivy was close behind her, gathering Barbara's ginger hair in her hand and whispering in her ear. Even the villainess' very touch made the young woman blush.

“If you do a really good job, we promise to let you go,” Ivy whispered insincerely.

While Ivy was talking, Bane unbuttoned his pants, and fished out his long, thick cock. Evidently, all the time in front of Ivy and Barbara had done wonders for getting the powerful villain hard. As he revealed it, Batgirl couldn't help but gulp.

“Holy shit!” Barbara blurted out. The smug bastard seemed to enjoy her compliment. Bane's member was bigger than any she'd ever seen, even in porn.

“Don't worry Batgirl, it's really not as bad as it looks,” Ivy laughed. “Now, why don't you give it a kiss?”

Compelled to heed Ivy's words, Batgirl leaned forward just a little, greeting Bane's prick with a kiss on the cockhead. Hopefully, it was just Ivy's pheromones coursing through her bloodstream, but Barbara found herself realising she quite liked the salty taste of Bane's cock.

“Now, take it in your mouth,” Ivy commanded. The botanist was used to issuing commands and orders to the poor men she ensorcelled. Her imperious tone usually ensured her thralls did what she said.

It pleased Ivy to see that young Batgirl would be no exception to this rule, opening her pretty mouth wide to take Bane's cock inside.

More evidence of Ivy's dominance was shown as the young human got to work sucking Bane's cock. She manipulated his prick with such enthusiasm, it was almost as if she wasn't a prisoner at all.

“Enjoying yourself, Batgirl?” Ivy asked, stroking the younger woman's hair as she sucked cock. Forgetting herself, Barbara grunted in the affirmative, without coming up for air.

“Well try not to get too carried away, love,” Ivy warned her. “The fun's just beginning.”

“One thing's for sure: She gives way better head than Harley!” Bane chimed in.

“If you don't enjoy her, maybe I'll stop sharing her,” Ivy huffed.

After a few minutes, Barbara felt a blade slice through the Batrope binding her, freeing her hands, although she was still basically pinned between the two supervillains.

When the fact she could use now her hands to jerk Bane's shaft and fondle his balls occurred to her before any thoughts of escape, Barbara couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself.

But no, Barbara mentally assured herself, this was not the time to make a break for it. Not when Bane was pounding her face, or Ivy was occupied whispering sweet nothings at both her and the hulking brute. No, she'd have better luck if she waited until right after they had finished, when their guards were down. Yes, that was it.

As her hands went up and closed around the supervillain's thick cock, Barbara felt the same knife that had freed them against her neck.

“Play nice,” Ivy reminded her with a sinister grin. “We've got a lot in store for you.”

Ivy's words should have alarmed the young crimefighter, but she was too horny, too lost in the pleasurable haze of Ivy's pheromones and too eager to suck Bane off, for them to really register.

With her freedom of movement restored to her, Barbara wasted absolutely no time in tightly gripping Bane's cock and jerking him off. He was so hung, she could work him with both hands, while sucking the head of his prick, with plenty of room to spare.

Barbara looked up at the gang leader. She could tell, from his thrusting into her mouth, the way he stared back into her brilliantly blue eyes, and the way his fingers entwined with her luxurious ginger hair, that she was having an effect on him. Barbara never thought she'd be so pleased to be satisfying a criminal, especially one as murderous and cruel as Bane, but here she was.

“Try not to fall in love,” Ivy said, circling Barbara to stand close to her lover. “You know we can't keep her.”

“I know...” Bane growled. Between being inside Batgirl's wet mouth, and Ivy sliding her beautiful green hands all over his muscular body, Bane was closer to cumming than he would like to admit.

“I need to fuck her,” Bane reiterated. “Get her out of that suit.”

“With pleasure, Bane,” Ivy said. Picking up the knife once more, the villainess moved behind Barbara.

“Don't worry, Batgirl. I know how to use a knife,” Ivy assured her.

The cape was the first thing to go. It was attached Barbara's Batsuit at the shoulders. Ivy deftly cut through the memory cloth, and let it fall to the ground in a crumpled heap of black and yellow.

Ivy had to admire the nineteen year old's physique. Just like her inspiration and mentor, Barbara worked out, and puberty had been exceptionally kind to her form.

The pansexual botanist couldn't resist feeling her up.

“Beautiful,” She whispered, as her hands roamed down Batgirl's body, from her breasts, down her waist, and ending at her hips. Ivy gave Barbara's ass an appreciative squeeze. “I've always loved the way these suits hug your bodies.”

“Why don't we see just what's underneath, eh?” Bane panted, as Barbara continued to service him.

From there, she brought the knife down carefully across the unmasked vigilante's back, splitting her suit open.

Ivy made Batgirl stand, her mouth temporarily parting company with Bane's cock, much to the behemoth's annoyance. Bane's irritation was somewhat salved by Ivy undressing Batgirl, pulling the ruined Batsuit from her body to reveal her pale, youthful, lightly freckled skin.

Batgirl stood before them, unmasked and naked save for a pair of black panties. Bane couldn't help but jerk himself as he drank Barbara's exposed form in.

Barbara was beginning to regain control of her senses, starting to feel a little sheepish and self-conscious. Ivy must have noticed, for within seconds, the devious dryad dosed the girl with an unholy quantity of pheromones.

Instantly forgetting everything but the aching need in her pussy to be filled, Ivy soon had Barbara bent over a counter, practically presenting for Bane.

“Taste her for me,” Bane spoke tersely.

Smirking, Ivy made sure her movements were tortuously slow as she knelt before Batgirl, pulled down her panties, and pressed her mouth to the vigilante's wet cunt.

“Fuck!” Barbara howled as Poison Ivy ate her out. She had always loved whenever Dick had gone down on her, but Ms. Isley was on a completely different level. Barbara assumed that her skills had been honed over many stormy nights in Arkham Asylum, with no one but Harley Quinn for company.

“Well, how does she taste?” Bane asked, still working his cock.

Ivy continued to worship Barbara's pussy for a few seconds after her partner spoke, before withdrawing her talented mouth. Barbara actually whimpered at her absence.

“Let me show you,” Ivy purred. Standing, she seductively closed the distance between Bane and herself.

Reaching up, Ivy lifted Bane's mask, revealing a strong jaw, flecked with stubble. Standing on her tiptoes, she brought her lips to the masked mercenary's, sharing the flavor of Batgirl in the form of a kiss.

Amazing, Bane thought. He didn't know whether it was the pheromones Ivy employed, or the taste of the other girl's cunt on her lips, but Bane simply couldn't stop kissing him.

He pulled the plant-woman closer, his hands gripping her ass, his massive cock poking against her leafy midriff.

As they passionately kissed, Bane glanced over the redhead's shoulder. Batgirl was exactly where they had left her. The only move she'd made was to shift her weight, freeing up one of her hands to roughly frig her pussy.

“I take it you approve of the girl's flavor?” Ivy smirked, breaking the kiss.

“Among other things, mi rosa,” Bane admitted, pulling his mask back down. It occurred to Ivy that she had never seen the Santa Priscan's face, and she was sleeping with him. She supposed she enjoyed the mystery, the not knowing.

“I hope you're ready for me, Batgirl,” Bane said, swaggering over to where she awaited. “I'm going to show you how a real man fucks.”

“Jesus, I am so ready!” Barbara replied, slurping her juices off her hand.

“That's what I like to hear,” Bane said, oozing with confidence. With Barbara's shaved pussy bared, the criminal placed one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, and prepared to enter her.

Ever at his side, Ivy raised an open hand to her mouth, spat into it, and massaged it into the well-muscled villain's member. Bane had a feeling Batgirl would soon appreciate Ivy's spit lubing him up.

Her job done, Ivy took a seat on the counter, right next to Barbara and looked on in anticipation.

Both parties loosed a groan of satisfaction as Bane slowly entered the nude heroine.

As Bane slowly but surely filled her needy pussy, and Ivy playfully stroked her hair, Barbara mewled with delight. Bane was true to his word. He was more of a man than anyone Barbara had ever been with.

Ivy laughed as she watched Batgirl get fucked. The trembling of her cute mouth, the way she bit her lip as Bane slammed into her snatch, it was delightful to watch.

“Why don't you put that pretty mouth to work?” Ivy asked. Ripping open the crotch of her leafy leotard, Poison Ivy wrapped her shapely legs around Batgirl's head, bringing her in close to her pussy.

Barbara barely had time to appreciate the neatly trim patch of red pubic hair, or the exotic sight of Ivy's green pussy, before her mouth was smashed into it.

Bane paused briefly, still inside the teen's tight cunt, to admire Ivy's dominance over the Batbitch. Barbara could tell he liked what he saw, as when he resumed thundering in and out of her, he did it at a redoubled pace.

With such stimulation, it wasn't long before Barbara Gordon was brought to orgasm. Bucking her hips, and grinding against Bane, she loudly hummed her aroused appreciation into Ivy's pussy.

Bane would not be far behind his guest. Pulling out of her fertile pussy, Bane seized Batgirl by the hair. Pulling her head up, the young woman gasped for air.

Veins in the masked giant's bare arms pulsed and throbbed as he jerked himself to an explosive finale.

Ropes of thick, white cum flew from the Venom addict's cockhead. He painted Batgirl, from her ass, to the small of her back. Some particularly violent strands of his baby batter even landed in her silken ginger hair. A small quantity even splattered onto Ivy's stomach.

“Holy shit!” Barbara gasped. Ivy and Bane may have been supervillains, but they knew how to have a good time.

The three of them remained still, in temporary post-coital bliss.

The fog of pleasure began to clear from Ms. Gordon's mind. Shocked at her behaviour, she knew now was her only moment.

Pushing herself up, Batgirl made for the door. She was almost home free, before one of Ivy's vines curled around her ankle, and tripped her up.

“It'd be a shame to leave us now, Batgirl,” Ivy chided, as her vine got a better grip on Batgirl, and began dragging her back to them. “The real fun's just beginning.”

“Si, and I know exactly what I'm going to do with you.” Bane said, the sadistic pleasure palpable in his deep voice.