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Tickling Ivy

Batgirl smiled to herself as she looked through the window of the
supposedly abandoned warehouse. A large truck from a chemical supplier was
seen unloading at this very place yesterday, and Batgirl, having nothing else
to do on an unusually quiet night in Gotham, decided to check it out. The
smile came from learning her hunch was right, because she just saw Poison Ivy
walk by the window, laughing to herself as if she hadn't a care in the world.
Batgirl would be the first to admit she had no idea what Ivy was up to, but
let's be honest, it WAS Poison Ivy, so it couldn't be good. Batgirl waited
until Ivy's back was turned, then quietly slipped in, hiding behind what
appeared to be a large rhododendron so she could get a full view of the
scenario. Ivy was talking to someone, but Batgirl couldn't yet see who it
was or hear the conversation, so she took the risk of easing closer to the
crazed botanist. When she rounded an oversized daisy, she was surprised to
see Ivy talking to the Huntress, another of Gotham's too-many costumed
crimefighters. Confident that she had an ally, Batgirl stepped from the
shadows. "I hereby declare you outnumbered, Ivy. Give it up so I can
get home early. Ally McBeal is new tonight." Ivy just smiled. Batgirl
noticed something unusual about how the Huntress was standing. Her arms hung
limply at her sides, and her face was covered with a thin, glistening layer
of sweat. Her eyes widened, and she called out a warning to Batgirl.
Batgirl jumped and turned around, just as she felt a set of claws rend
through her costume. Turning, she turned to see the face of Catwoman.
"My, my. What an unexpected pleasure. I may have to change my mind about
leaving early....I'm taping Ally McBeal anyway," said a smirking Catwoman.
Batgirl quickly surveyed the damage. Catwoman had broken the skin, but only
barely. Ivy wasn't a threat physically, so Batgirl's confidence remained
high. Still, the look of the Huntress was a concern... "You did remember to
dip your claws in my little concoction, didn't you?" asked Ivy. "Just like
you told me. And if you're right, it should be taking effect right
about....NOW!" Batgirl started to dive at her enemy, but her body wouldn't
respond. Messages from her brain to punch, kick, throw a batarang, were all
ignored by her motionless body, now stuck in "ready" mode. With a shudder,
she realized that this must be what happened to the Huntress .
"Paralyzed." said Batgirl in a small voice. "Better, actually," said Ivy.
"People really underestimate what you can do with a few rare plants.
Normally, that stuff's toxic. But properly diluted, it should leave the
recipient unable to control their muscles, but still having all sensory input
from their nerves. We were about to test its results on our other intruder
here when you stopped by. Now we have you to play with as well, and I think
we're in for a long evening. Catwoman, darling, if you would position
Batgirl so she can see what's in store? Huntress was here first, after all."
"With pleasure," said Catwoman, who picked up the helpless Batgirl as
if she were a mannequin, and carried her into another room. From what she
could see, the room was covered with plush green carpeting, with several low
cushioned sofas surrounding the room, with exotic plants peeking out of every
angle. Catwoman smirked at her captive, then set Batgirl down in a standing
position. Batgirl's feet were spread apart, and her hands were placed on her
hips, giving her a very heroic posture, all the more ironic, given her
current situation. "Excellent." Ivy eyed the equally defenseless
Huntress, still clad in her purple costume, accented by a black mask, gloves,
and boots. Huntress was pushed down on one of the couches, so she was laying
face down. Her arms were pulled up over her head, and they remained there as
if she were tightly bound, although she was only a prisoner of her own body
and Ivy's formula. With a smile, Ivy sat down next to the Huntress' feet,
and slowly pulled off a boot. Huntress was wearing sheer black stockings,
and Ivy smiled at the sight of Huntress' perfect, size 9 foot .
"Please..." begged Huntress quietly, who had been told what was going to
happen to her when she was captured. Batgirl, still uncertain as to what was
to happen, looked confused, a look Ivy saw. "You see, Batgirl, I want to
make sure a person in your...situation...can still feel everything while
being powerless to move. I think this provides a perfect test..."
"...as well as being very entertaining," finished Catwoman. Ivy smiled as
she wiggled her fingers lightly on Huntress' stockinged foot. Huntress
struggled to retain control, but soon was forced to giggle under her captor's
gentle ministrations. "Just picture it. This is only one hand on one
foot. Soon, my dear, you'll feel all four of our hands all over your body.
You'll feel every tantalizing touch, and we'll get to listen to your pretty
laugh, and your delicious pleas for mercy...I can't wait to see what you'll
promise to do for us...but you won't even be able to so much as twitch!"
With that, Ivy dug her nails into the Huntress' foot, causing the captive on
the couch to let go with a half laugh, half scream that sent a chill down
Batgirl's spine, although she was unable to shudder. As Ivy mercilessly
tickled the Huntress' foot, Catwoman smiled as she taunted Batgirl. "I
wonder if you're more ticklish than she is, Batgirl. It will be fun to break
your will bit by ticklish bit. And we've got plenty more serum where this
came from. I have a nice secure hideout where I could take you...no one for
miles around to hear you laugh...except me." Ivy had removed Huntress'
other boot, and raised the two beautiful feet slightly, to make it easier for
her to tickle them. While her fingers danced on Huntress' soles, Ivy's
tongue moved in and out on Huntress' toes. Though unable to move, the
Huntress felt every sensation, and reacted accordingly. "Haaaa Haaaa Heeee
Heee Hoooo Noooo! P-p-p-lease!" cried Huntress, abandoning all dignity to
laugh and beg as Ivy stimulated every inch of her feet with her fingers and
her tongue. Batgirl tried to close her eyes at the Huntress' torment, but
Catwoman dug her nails into Batgirl's ribs, forcing a gasp, as well as
opening her eyes . "Try not to make it worse, dear. You belong
completely to us now, and there's nothing you can do about it. And Catwoman
wants her slave to watch the show." Batgirl tried not to think about what
was going to happen to her as Huntress laughed hysterically, as Ivy nibbled
her soles while tickling the tops of Huntress' helpless feet. Rational
thought had long abandoned the ticklish superheroine, as she simply reacted
to the stimulation her captor provided, completely under the control of her
tormentor. Finally, her laughter subsided to weakened gasps, as Ivy tickled
the Huntress heels with one hand while the other teased her arches. To Ivy's
delight, her plaything was ticklish on every square inch of her feet, a
weakness Ivy exploited gleefully. Finally, Ivy sat back and looked at
Batgirl, absent-mindedly scribbling on the Huntress' feet, eliciting weak
giggles from the defeated Huntress. "How do you want her, Selina?"
asked Ivy, indicating Batgirl. Catwoman slowly walked around Batgirl's
motionless form, looking for the best angle from which to torment her
prisoner. "Batgirl will tell you this isn't the first time I've had the
chance to play with her, but I'll tell you, it seems unusual not having to
tie the little tramp up," said Catwoman with a smile. "Just think of it as
more time for tickling. Besides, you can position her any way you want and
she will be as secure as if you had used the strongest chains around," said
Ivy coyly, proud of her invention. "All right, give me a hand here."
Ivy gave a last tickle to the conquered Huntress, eliciting a last rasp, then
stood to assist Catwoman in positioning Batgirl. Batgirl was placed on her
knees on one of the couches where the Huntress lay, and her arms were raised,
and her hands placed behind her head. Ivy and Catwoman each pulled off a
boot, revealing two white, soft feet with small, perfect toes and wrinkled
pink soles. The two villainesses smiled at their prize, and Batgirl
whimpered slightly, knowing what was to come. Poison Ivy was about to begin,
when Catwoman stopped her. "Hold on. She's not quite ready yet," Catwoman
said as she bared a single claw. Batgirl held her breath as Catwoman
approached her, slightly purring. Catwoman slid her claw under Batgirl's
arm, slicing away at the captive girl's costume until she had cut away a hole
in Batgirl's armpit. The procedure was repeated with the other armpit, then
Catwoman proceeded to cut away from Batgirl's front the area surrounding her
breasts, not stopping until Batgirl's breasts were free of their costume.
Batgirl's formidable costume now looked merely like some exotic slave-girl
wear. "Now we're ready." Ivy smiled and she and Catwoman dug into
Batgirl's exposed armpits. Already stimulated by her capture and watching
the torment of the Huntress, Batgirl broke into laughter immediately.
Delighted by the sensitivity of their newest toy, Batgirl's tormentors
laughed themselves as they dug their fingers into Batgirl's armpits, each
touch producing a higher and higher pitched laugh from their subject. After
several minutes, Catwoman tired of this torment, and began rubbing Batgirl's
breast lightly with her fingertips. After watching this for a while, Ivy got
up, picked two delicate fronds from a plant on one corner, and handed one to
Catwoman. With a knowing smile, Catwoman accepted the gift, and started
brushing it up and down on Batgirl's bare breasts. Batgirl's response was a
series of high-pitched, soft cries as the delicate fronds stimulated her bare
nipples. "You know, we were going to let you go, but obviously you're
enjoying this. I mean, look how hard these nipples are," said a smug
Catwoman. "No...please...," begged Batgirl softly as the fronds tickled
her breasts. Batgirl had closed her eyes, and was starting to get used to
the relatively mild form of torment provided when Ivy dug her hands into
Batgirl's ribs, and began tickling furiously. Batgirl was brought out of her
reverie with a shriek, which continued into high pitched laughter as Catwoman
reached under her arms, tickling in time with Ivy, who was running her
fingers up and down Batgirl's rib cage as though it were a piano. After what
seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, Ivy and Catwoman
stopped, leaving Batgirl gasping for breath, but still unable to cover any of
her exposed body. "Well, I guess we're done with her for now...oh, wait!
How could we have forgotten?" said Catwoman in an exaggerated manner. She
and Ivy gave each other a knowing smile as Batgirl, who knew what was to
come, tried to regain her voice enough to plead for mercy. "Please, no, not
my feeeeehaaahaahaha!" screamed Batgirl, as her feet were subjected to the
tickling assault of both Ivy and Catwoman. Ivy had pulled back the toes on
Batgirl's right foot, and was slowly tickling the area under her toes, while
Catwoman was dragging her nails up and down every square inch of Batgirl's
left sole. Unable to so much as squirm as her feet were being tormented,
Batgirl's helpless laughter filled Ivy's hideout, to the delight of her
tormentors. Ivy and Catwoman switched feet and techniques regularly. One
moment Catwoman was stimulating Batgirl's soles with the tip of her tongue,
the next Ivy was dragging the frond between Batgirl's sensitive toes. Each
touch brought out new peals of laughter from Batgirl, who tried to beg for
mercy, but was never able to complete a sentence before some new torment
reduced her to helpless laughter. Every last bit of resistance was tickled
out of Batgirl, until finally Catwoman tossed her next to the Huntress, where
Batgirl continued to giggle weakly, utterly vanquished. Sitting back in
triumph, Ivy placed Batgirl's feet on her lap, while Catwoman did the same
with the Huntress. Each villain then lightly tickled her charge's feet,
bringing out weak laughter, as they discussed what else they could do to the
helpless heroines. "We could auction them off. Think how much the
Joker would pay for the chance to do what we just did," volunteered Catwoman,
as her fingers danced on the Huntress' feet . "I thought you wanted this
one for yourself," countered Ivy as she dragged her fingers across Batgirl's
defenseless arches, keeping a steady stream of laughter coming from the
defeated heroine. "True. Maybe we could rent them out to anyone
they've beaten in the past. Wouldn't you agree that this is the perfect
revenge, Huntress dear?" Rather than respond, the Huntress suddenly
kicked her foot up into Catwoman's face, and rolled off the couch, trying to
get into fighting position. "Shit! The serum must have worn off. Hold
her down, Catwoman!" shouted Ivy as she grabbed a syringe from a nearby
table. Catwoman, though surprised at the initial assault, was quicker than
the Huntress due to lingering effects of the serum and the tickle torment.
Catwoman tackled Huntress, and while the two were wrestling, Ivy approached
with the syringe. During a brief advantage for Catwoman, Ivy stuck the
needle in Huntress' arm, and within seconds, her struggling ceased.
Incensed, Catwoman put both Huntress' arms over her head, and began tickling
Huntress' ribs mercilessly. As she did that, Ivy ran both her hands in a
rapid-fire motion over the Huntress' stocking covered soles. Catwoman cut
away the Huntress' costume over her belly button, and began tickling the
exposed area with one hand, while the other tickled under her arms. Huntress
was tormentd this way for several minutes, and when it finally stopped, she
was gasping for air, and Catwoman pulled her up to her knees and put her
hands behind her head. Catwoman and Ivy then stood up, towering over their
kneeling prisoner. "Are you sorry for that?" questioned Ivy.
"Ye-ye-yes," responded the defeated Huntress. "Are you going to be a good
little tickle slave from now on?" from Catwoman. Huntress nodded brokenly.
Ivy and Catwoman smiled in triumph before turning their attention to
Batgirl. "I guess her serum will be wearing off soon too," said
Catwoman. "I have an idea," said Ivy. Batgirl was pulled to her feet,
and her arms were put out to their sides. Then Ivy reached down, and grabbed
one of Batgirl's bare feet, lifting it up behind her, so that Batgirl was
standing on one foot, with the other one raised at a 90 degree angle behind
her. With a few adjustments to Batgirl's arms, she was soon perfectly
balanced on one foot. With a satisfied smile, Ivy tickled Batgirl's upturned
foot several times, then pronounced herself pleased with her work. Batgirl
laughed anew with each tickle, but was unable to put her foot down or even
fall. Ivy turned her attention to Catwoman, who had laid the Huntress out on
the floor in front of a couch facing Batgirl. Huntress' legs were straight,
and her hands were crossed behind her, as though she were bound. Catwoman
pulled off her boots, revealing two perfect feet encased in dark nylons.
Catwoman tossed her hair back, sat down on the couch, and placed her feet
near the Huntress' head. "Now, if you really are a good slave, give
your mistress' feet the attention they deserve." Her will sapped by the
torment and her failed escape, Huntress kissed the tops of Catwoman's feet.
Purring in satisfaction, Catwoman moved her feet closer to her immobilized
opponent, permitting Huntress to kiss each nylon covered toe in turn.
Catwoman continued to purr as Huntress' tongue danced around her toes, and on
her soles. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ivy putting her own
boots aside, and sitting down next to Catwoman, moving her own feet, covered
in green pantyhose, closer to the conquered Huntress. Totally submissive to
her captors, the Huntress took turns kissing the feet of Catwoman, then Ivy.
Batgirl watched her fellow captive as she was dominated by the feet of her
captors, hoping she would be able to react quickly when the serum wore off.
Suddenly, she felt control of her muscles returning. Involuntarily, she put
her foot down. As soon as she did, Ivy jumped up, grabbed Batgirl's arm, and
injected another dose of serum into Batgirl, who was a prisoner of her own
body within seconds, before she had any chance to take advantage of her
mobility. "Nicely done, Ivy," applauded Catwoman, whose had one foot on
top of Huntress' mouth, so she could lick her soles, while the other foot
brushed up and down her stomach, eliciting an occasional laugh. "You know,
Batgirl, I didn't think you two would be of any use at all under the serum,
but Huntress here turned out to be a pleasant surprise. I'm sure we can
think of uses for you." Batgirl closed her eyes in complete and utter
defeat. What hope was there of escape if they couldn't move? She wanted to
promise herself she would never surrender to them as totally as the Huntress
had, but she knew it was an empty promise. She was defenseless against their
tickling, and she knew all too well that if tickled enough, she would have no
choice but to submit. She turned to see that Catwoman and Ivy had stripped
Huntress of her costume, leaving her wearing only her mask and her purple
satin bra and panties. Ivy smiled as she slowly removed Huntress' stocking,
tickling each new area of skin as it was revealed. "Please...," quietly
begged Huntress, without effect as Ivy ran her hands up and down Huntress'
now-bare feet. Meanwhile, Catwoman sauntered over to Batgirl, a triumphant
smile on her face. Batgirl was pushed down to the floor, and her defenseless
bare feet were raised high in the air. Catwoman sat down next to the
helpless heroine, and began to run her nails over Batgirls' feet. Batgirl
cried out with forced laughter, and tried with each breath to plead for
mercy, but was unable to get more than a couple of words out before
Catwoman's assault brought on a new round of hysterics. Unable to resist,
Batgirl's toes were pulled back, enabling Catwoman to reach the sensitive
skin underneath. Catwoman's fingers dominated Batgirl for several minutes,
before finally allowing Batgirl a break to catch her breath. "Now, my
little plaything, let's review. To whom do you belong?" asked Catwoman, with
a light scrape on Batgirl's sole. "Y...You," whispered Batgirl
brokenly, causing Catwoman to laugh. "I think we have a winner! How
are things going over there?" asked Catwoman. Ivy had positioned her captive
in a spread-eagle position, and was going over every inch of the Huntress'
body with a pair of feathery fronds. Huntress, long since defeated by the
tickling, could only giggle weakly as each touch stimulated her ticklish
skin. "Things are going marvelously, aren't they, darling?" said Ivy, as
she ran a frond over Huntress' exposed belly button. "I don't think they
have a shred of resistance left in them at all." "Well, then, perhaps
Batgirl and I shall be off. But first, I think we need to immortalize this
glorious day, don't you?" With that, Catwoman produced a camera. Ivy nodded
in agreement, and the two villainesses went to work taking pictures of their
triumph. Photos were taken of each captive being tickled under their arms,
on their stomachs, their breasts, and their feet. Batgirl and the Huntress
were then placed on their knees in front of a seated Poison Ivy, and ordered
to kiss the feet of their captor. Catwoman took several pictures of the
helpless heroines worshipping the feet of Ivy before trading places with her
to enjoy the ministrations of the conquered heroines. Finally, Batgirl and
the Huntress were laid side by side, with each woman's feet near the others'
mouth. Upon a command from Catwoman, Batgirl and Huntress proceeded to
minister to each others' bare feet while a jubilant Poison Ivy recorded each
humiliating detail for posterity. "Oh, this is fun. You'll have to bring
Batgirl by sometime so we can repeat this," chuckled Ivy. "Count on
it," replied Catwoman. "Say, I have an idea. If my timing is right, the
serum should be wearing off soon. Don't get me wrong, these two won't be in
any condition to fight when it does, but why go to all the unnecessary work?
Let's just inject them now, and they won't give us any trouble moving them
around." Ivy nodded. "Sounds reasonable," she said, as she picked up
the needle, and injected the Huntress and Batgirl in quick succession. As
the serum wound its way through Batgirl's veins, Catwoman leaned over and
whispered "Get used to this feeling, Batgirl. You're going to be my guest
for a very long time, and I think you'll be very happy there. In fact., I
think you'll find it hysterical. I don't know about you, but when I get a
new toy, I can't wait to get it home and start playing with it." Batgirl
despaired as Ivy and Catwoman left to begin their preparations to leave. In
this situation she would never get a chance to do anything but laugh. Then,
without warning, she shuddered involuntarily. After she was done shaking,
she could feel control of her muscles returning. She looked over, and saw
the Huntress experiencing the same thing, slowly moving her arms, and
wiggling her tormentd toes. She looked over at the Huntress, who looked
back. Knowing they only had a little time, and that the serum and tickling
combined to leave them weak, the two heroines quickly planned their escape.
Meanwhile, Poison Ivy and Catwoman were hurrying back to the room
where they had left their playthings. Ivy was cursing under her breath.
"Damn it, I knew I should have checked my notes. With that formula, when you
combine it with an already active dose, the two doses..." "Cancel each
other out?" said Batgirl, as she and Huntress attacked. Huntress stabbed
Catwoman with a syringe containing Ivy's serum, and as Catwoman whirled
around, her eyes widened as she felt herself slowing, finally winding up as
helpless as Batgirl and Huntress were. Batgirl, knowing Ivy was immune to
her own toxins, had recovered her lasso, and leaped on Ivy, quickly binding
her hands behind her back as Ivy fell to the floor. Huntress came to assist,
and soon Ivy was lying on her stomach, hands bound behind her back, and her
feet bound and raised in a hog-tie position. In the interest of symmetry,
Catwoman was placed next to Ivy in the same position. "I don't know about
you, Huntress, but I feel much better," said Batgirl, as she took a seat next
to Catwoman's upturned stocking feet. Across from her, Huntress positioned
herself near Ivy's feet and smiled as Batgirl continued. "Now, the police
have been called, but they won't be here for a while. What do you think we
should do to pass the time until they get here?" With an exchange of
smiles, the two vengeful heroines unleashed their fingernails on their
imprisoned adversaries. Catwoman and Ivy laughed hysterically as Batgirl and
Huntress returned each ticklish favor they had been paid. Huntress ran her
fingernails over every inch of Ivy's captive soles, while Batgirl's fingers
took the time to explore the areas around Catwoman's toes. Only when the
police sirens were audible did the two heroines let up, making their usual
dramatic exit just before the police got there. Outside, Huntress and
Batgirl watched as Catwoman and Poison Ivy were taken into custody, and the
police investigated Ivy's laboratory. Huntress shook her head as she watched
the scene unfold. "In all my years of crimefighting, I have never even
heard of anything like that? Batgirl? Have you ever been through anything
so bizarre?" Batgirl just smiled. "What can I say? I attract a weird
crowd. Oh, and don't worry about the details of our ordeal getting out,"
said Batgirl, holding up the camera used to photograph their torment.
Huntress sighed with relief as Batgirl smashed the camera on a nearby wall.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I may still be able to catch the end of Ally
McBeal." With that, Batgirl located her motorcycle, and sped off down the
streets of Gotham. One grappling line shot later, Huntress was off on her
way as well. As she headed home, Batgirl paused to look at the film from the
camera, which she removed before destroying the camera. She planned to add
it to her frequently visited collection of souvenirs from her more, shall we
say, interesting adventures. What could she say? Sometimes Ally McBeal
wasn't all that interesting