The Insulted Heroine

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The night echoed through the empty building with a woman's screams, a mixture of excitement and agony, muffled by the thin vines filling her mouth. This was Wonder Woman's sixteenth orgasm. An ordinary woman would have lost consciousness long before, but Wonder Woman's Amazonian constitution (which usually worked in her favor) kept her conscious and helplessly aware of every sensation.

What it felt like! Every nerve in the Princess of Power was being stimulated, as if a fire was burning within her. Poison Ivy had raised her "pets" for many purposes, but sexual stimulation seemed to be their forte. Thick vines wrapped around Wonder Woman's wristbands, ankles, and bare waist, lifting her from the greenhouse floor into position.

Her legs were spread wide. Countless smaller tendrils enveloped Wonder Woman's naked body, squeezing her hips and breasts, caressing her lips and thighs, teasing her nipples and clitoris.

Three larger vines pierced her mouth, vagina, and anus, constantly thrusting in and out of each, causing her large, firm breasts to sway incessantly. A large, strange pink flower with a red center hovered over her lovely, sweat-drenched face, releasing hormonal releases that intensely excited her whenever the stimulation subsided.

Her belt, noose, and coat lay on a table a few feet away; they seemed to be on the moon, for they were simply out of reach.

“Uh…uh…uh…uh…uh…uh…”

Wonder Woman moaned, vines piercing her ruby lips as two other vines alternated thrusting irresistibly into her genitals and anus. Unlike human males, plants do not tire, nor do they show mercy to their rape heroine. She couldn't even muster the thought of escape: the constant physical stimulation, the mind-altering hormonal release, the rhythmic penetration… everything made it impossible for her to concentrate. She could only seek physical pleasure in the constant waves of ecstasy. She hoped that when it ended, her willpower would be intact. If it could end.

The truth was, she had lost her sense of time, unable to tell if it was approaching morning, and she hoped it would come. As she tried to discern the time, or to think about it rationally, the plant continued to stimulate her erogenous zones, pushing her attention away again. A twig brushed the hair behind her neck; she sighed. A hairy branch brushed against her knee; she gasped. Thick leaves slapped her buttocks; she groaned. And there was an even larger vine, at least four inches in diameter, the nightmarish plant, dripping with the nectar flowing from her uncontrollable body, thrusting in and out of her lower body.

“uuuuuuouooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Diana moaned, her voice a mixture of pleasure and despair, as she held the vine in her mouth.

Suddenly, Wonder Woman opened her bright blue eyes, her pupils dilating rapidly; she was approaching orgasm again.

The demonic plants seemed to sense her approaching climax and worked even harder, as they had done before. The finer tendrils began to vigorously tease her erect nipples. A lush vine teased her swollen clitoris like a lover's tongue. Diana's eyes were tightly closed, struggling helplessly against the stimulation.

She jerked her head back, her thick black hair flying across her face, and the vine that had been stimulating her withdrew from her mouth, temporarily ceasing its stimulation.

"Herrrrrraraaaaa…heeeellpmeeeeeeeeee!"

she cried desperately. But nothing appeared to help her. The vines inside her vagina and anus seemed to swell and thrust violently at once. Diana's eyes rolled back, then closed tightly again.

“Aaaaaaauauuuuuugggggghhhhhhh! uhhhhhhhhh! uhhhhhhhhh! uhhhhhhhhhh!”

Wonder Woman repeatedly shouted, a mesmerizing climax engulfing her body. Her beautiful female limbs convulsed and trembled with excitement, the intense orgasm causing her breasts to sway gently. Her love juices gushed from her vagina. “

Uuuuuuuuouoooooooh ...

Liquid trickled down her shapely legs, some flowing into the red thigh-high boot on her left foot, some running down her right toes to the ground. The right thigh-high boot slipped off during the relentless orgasms, falling onto the fertile soil beneath her.

Slowly, the thick tendrils withdrew from her vulva and buttocks. Wonder Woman groaned softly as the foreign object left. The smaller tendrils slowed their stimulation of her body, though they hadn't yet released her. The constant orgasms left Wonder Woman lacking the strength to escape the restraints.

As her mind cleared from the euphoria of the sexual explosion, she realized she had gained a temporary respite. Was the previous orgasm her eighth? Her ninth? She no longer knew, nor cared. The plants had also stopped, simply needing a little time to regain their sexual prowess. She didn't know that if the plants needed rest, it was their scheme to ensure their victim was fully aware of the next sexual encounter. Perhaps an attempt to shatter her sanity, to crush that fleeting hope just as she wished the nightmare to end.

Now, all the interludes pause, and Wonder Woman silently recalls the events that brought her here…

********** ... “…This is all we know now, Wonder Woman.” Detective Torelli was briefing the Amazonian warrior on the latest developments. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful female figure before him. She stood with her hands on her hips at the latest crime scene, the Donnakapon retail store. A few long strands of Wonder Woman's black hair gently brushed against her ivory-carved face, her large, crystal-blue eyes scrutinizing the scene. He had previously thought her quite tall, but now, with the rumors beginning to crumble, she was only as tall as his eyes. “You mean the only evidence left is these leaves?” Wonder Woman asked, flicking a few leaves at the ground with her red thigh-high heels. Torelli's wide eyes scrutinized Wonder Woman's body, slowly tracing her curves from her rounded breasts (almost entirely covered by her red and gold eagle-embellished bodysuit) to her slender waist, then to her shimmering hips, and finally to her strong yet still shapely thighs and calves. Now was not the time, the young detective decided. He couldn't tell the eternally youthful heroine about the intense sexual fantasies he'd had about her since puberty. Dark thoughts slowly welled up from the depths of his mind. Of course, she would never know.

Torelli's tense and detailed scrutiny went unnoticed by Wonder Woman. To his embarrassment, the heroine completely ignored his gaze. She'd been used to such attention ever since her first arrival in the world of men. In fact, sexy attire often proved somewhat advantageous when dealing with most male villains. She froze, lost in thought.

On Paradise Island, all the women wore rather revealing clothing—more comfortable, more suited to the warmer climate of North America, and more suitable for…entertainment. But the Amazonian princess Diana wisely decided never to share the details of those “entertainments” with men. In fact, long ago, Diana had returned to her homeland and become engrossed in the ancient rituals of paying homage to the goddess Aphrodite… Wonder Woman forced herself to stop daydreaming. She noticed the detective's eyes were fixed on her for a long time.

“Do you have any questions, Detective Torelli?” she asked.

“Huh!?” Torelli exclaimed, his glasses shifting painfully from her alluring cleavage to her sharp blue eyes. “Oh. Suspect. Rights. Hmm, hmm, very good. All the evidence leads us to two possibilities, which I believe you are familiar with: Jason Wood and Poison Ivy.”

Wonder Woman frowned slightly, her elegant, arched eyebrows twitching. “They’re not…?”

“Locked up at Ackham Asylum in Gotham City? Yes, they are… We’ll check immediately. This makes us feel like we’re still novices.”

“That’s why you called me.”

“Basically.”

“Very good,” Wonder Woman said confidently. She turned and bent over, giving Torelli a clear view of her heart-shaped backside covered in glittering gold stars. The detective struggled to control his breathing. “I’m going to take some, and you don’t mind if I take some of these for analysis, do you?” Wonder Woman asked, three leaves between her slender fingers.

“No, oh, not at all,” Detective Torelli replied, trying to regain his composure, her large breasts bouncing within her bodysuit.

“Thank you, Detective. I’ll keep in touch,” Wonder Woman said with a friendly, playful smile as she walked out the door. Detective Antonio Autorelli, along with

every officer present, watched her walk out the door and leap into the sky. He then drove home, where he took a long, cold shower . ＊... “Interesting. Could they possibly break the safe?” “Unlikely,” Oracle replied, “unless they were cultivated in some secret way. I did find something interesting. The way the leaves grow is unusual…it seems to be growing at an inexplicably accelerated rate.” Wonder Woman frowned. “What way?” she asked. “That’s a challenge,” Barbara responded, “besides running, which is my forte, I’m sorry. I’m more of an amateur botanist than a professional. You might want to send more data to one of the latter.” “Any suggestions?” “Let’s see…” Barbara said, searching through the database. “Ah. Ah. You could try contacting Dr. Ross Austin at Caledonia University, properly located in New York. She might be the closest expert to you. And she specializes in the Amazon rainforest and related unusual plants.” “Thanks, Barbara.” Wonder Woman set off. ********** ... During their phone call that evening, the heroine had emphasized the urgency of the matter. Wonder Woman looked around but didn't see anyone in the greenhouse, which wasn't surprising; it was late, and it had been a discussion about a few leaves. Wonder Woman guessed that the diversity of plants and the size differences between various species must have arisen from competition in the Amazon rainforest. A warm, musky scent filled the air; it wasn't unpleasant, it seemed to make the heroine feel more comfortable, the damp greenhouse a stark contrast to the chilly spring evening outside. "Wonder Woman," a voice came from the left. She turned and saw a tall woman, a blonde with blue eyes wearing an elegant little hat, emerging from behind a lush fern in a white lab coat. The lab coat was open, revealing a dark green vest and khaki men's shorts underneath. Sweat stained the vest, and a deep cleavage showed she had the same ample breasts as Wonder Woman. In fact, this resolute yet incredibly feminine woman would have received much praise on Paradise Island, for she shouldn't be in this male-dominated world. “I suppose you are Dr. Austin?” Wonder Woman said with a smile, shaking hands with the woman, who was almost the same height as her. “Correct,” the scholar replied with a brief smile. “You must excuse my work clothes… I spend most of my time in hot and humid conditions. And I’m constantly walking around among a large number of samples…” Dr. Austin explained, wiping the sweat from her chest. Her voice was slightly hoarse, and Wonder Woman noticed that she possessed the appearance of a beautiful woman. “Quite good, Doctor,” Wonder Woman responded with another smile; her own voice was smooth and pleasant. “I won’t comment on another woman’s clothes! Besides, I find the climate here reminds me of home.” As she spoke, Dr. Austin noticed a blush appearing on the Amazonian woman’s chest, but she said nothing out of politeness. “What made you want to see me?” Dr. Austin asked, leading Wonder Woman to a garden in the center of the greenhouse. “You’ve got something quite important.” “The New York City Police Department has sought my assistance in solving a series of mysterious robberies. Perhaps you’ve heard…?” “I haven’t really been following the news lately. Wonder Woman, my job requires me to be focused.” Dr. Austin replied as she and Wonder Woman reached the work area in the center of the greenhouse. A large wooden workbench, covered with various types of plants and tools, occupied the space. At one end of the table was a desk and a personal computer; next to it were three bookshelves, their closed glass doors filled with academic books. “But, Doctor, I would be very grateful if you could tell me this,” Wonder Woman said, handing her two leaves retrieved from the crime scene. “Hmm. Hedra Amazon,” Dr. Austin replied, immediately stating the plant’s Latin classification, “usually known as Amazonian ivy. Very rare, but some do grow in our greenhouse.” “Well, I’ve heard the Amazon rainforest is your specialty,” Wonder Woman said, her large blue eyes lingering on the work area as she and the Doctor walked toward the computer desk. “That’s true. But I’ve never heard of a plant expert getting involved in a robbery.” Dr. Austin stopped in her tracks, her icy blue eyes questioning Wonder Woman.

“These leaves, and others like them, have been found at several crime scenes,” Wonder Woman replied, leaning over the workbench, her left elbow propped on the surface. The table was clearly built for long-term use; its platform was quite high. Wonder Woman leaned on it for support. Her breasts surged against her bodysuit, and she noticed Dr. Austin's greedy gaze on her chest.

Interesting, Diana thought; perhaps plants weren't the only interest of a good doctor. For a long time, she had longed to return to Paradise Island and enjoy the intimacy of another woman. Perhaps now was the time… to be professional, Diana! Wonder Woman scolded herself. How could she have such thoughts while investigating a case? She forced herself to focus on the present.

“There’s something else,” Wonder Woman said.

“Oh?” Dr. Austin responded, her light blue eyes reluctant to leave the Amazonian woman’s incredible body staring at the heroine.

“Yes. A preliminary analysis indicates that the growth of this plant has been accelerated.”

“Really?” Dr. Austin asked, focusing even more intently on the leaves. “Yes…I think I’m right…the pattern here is unusual. Unfortunately, accelerated growth isn’t my specialty. I mainly focus on…
” Wonder Woman said, her voice silky smooth, her blue eyes very serious. She noticed the scholar’s slightly rapid breathing, confirming her suspicions about the woman’s sexual preferences. “Well

,” Dr. Austin replied, her voice a little hoarseer than usual, as she slowly turned and walked to the computer desk a few feet from the workbench, where a microscope lay.

A muffled, distant metallic clang drew the heroine’s attention.

“What’s that?” she asked, more curious than wary.

“Just the greenhouse door locked overnight. Don’t worry; I have a pass card that can help us.” "And no locked door will stop you, Wonder Woman," Dr. Austin commented, glancing at Wonder Woman's voluptuous figure.

The heroine smiled. "I prefer to avoid property damage, if I can," she said.

The doctor returned to her studies, and Wonder Woman browsed the bookshelves.

"I didn't expect you to put books here; it's very humid here," Amazon commented casually.

"Oh, most of my colleagues now store all their research material on CD-ROMs," Dr. Austin said, her gaze shifting from the microscope to a shimmering back a few feet away. Wonder Woman's long, curly hair covered her almost bare back.

"I am indeed a bit old-fashioned. They're sealed in, isolated from moisture and insects." Dr. Austin forced her gaze back to the samples under the microscope.

"I see," Wonder Woman responded. A book title suddenly caught her attention: Improving and Stabilizing the Growth Rate of Ivy, Dr. Gunther Klimt. The Amazon warrior frowned slightly.

“Interesting,” Wonder Woman said after a few moments, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

“What is it?” Dr. Austin asked casually, her left hand resting on her handheld computer, which sat beside her.

“You just said plant growth isn’t your specialty,” Wonder Woman said, turning to face her. “Yet most of the books here are devoted to this subject.” Dr. Austin looked up from the microscope and turned to face the Amazonian woman, staring blankly at Wonder Woman for a moment before giving a sheepish laugh and shaking her head.

“I think you should believe me if I said the book belonged to another colleague…” Dr. Austin said, her left hand still holding the handheld computer, the other resting on the workbench.

“You just said for sure the book belonged to you, therefore, no,” Wonder Woman said firmly, her eyes fixed on the doctor like blue laser beams. “I think you’d better tell me what’s going on, Doctor,” “Of course, Wonder Woman,” Dr. Austin said cheerfully but with a hint of disdain, “but actions speak louder than words, don’t you think? A demonstration will outweigh a confession…” As he spoke, Dr. Austin grabbed a handful of almond-sized seeds with his right hand and hurled them toward Wonder Woman in the distance. The seeds landed in the fertile soil around the Amazon woman’s red thigh-high boots; despite her years of experience

and training, Wonder Woman was utterly baffled as to what the woman was up to. Dr. Austin quickly typed a few short commands into her handheld computer, and everything became a mess.

********** ... "Wonder Woman screamed as she realized a vine had wrapped around her right wrist, and soon more vines had wrapped around her wristband and forearm. Wonder Woman yelled and struggled desperately, then she found vines clinging to her left wrist as well. Then the vines contracted outwards, straightening her arms and lifting her body several feet into the air. Wonder Woman gasped, shock far outweighing pain, until her arms were straightened and the contraction stopped. More vines joined in restricting her movement. Two more wrapped around her ankles, pulling her legs apart. Others climbed up her breasts, or wrapped around her chest and abdomen from behind. Then the vines stopped moving at the same time. The Amazonian princess was motionless, as if nailed to a cross, about six inches off the ground. Wonder Woman glared angrily at Dr. Austin. "I don't know what you're up to, Doctor," she said loudly, "but I suggest you stop this dangerous game. Countless traps and schemes have been encountered, none more than this." Wonder Woman began to tug at the vines binding her, while Dr. Austin watched with considerable confidence. The Amazonian warrior pulled at the vines around her feet, but they were unharmed. She should have been able to break free! For the first time, Wonder Woman's beautiful face showed confusion, a desperate attempt to escape, then anger, and finally, bewilderment at her frustration. The struggle, combined with the humid air, left the heroine's pale skin covered in a fine layer of sweat. "You shouldn't underestimate me, or my pets," Dr. Austin said in a hoarse voice, approaching the helpless heroine. "Plants possess such incredible strength and resilience. They can survive raging tropical storms, conquer the Amazon rainforest. They may bend, but they won't break. I even suspect some of your old acquaintances from Krypton have encountered them." “ You can’t leave me here forever, Dr. Austin,” Wonder Woman retorted angrily as she struggled against the green plants, her breasts heaving as if trying to break free of her bodysuit. The doctor leered at her movements. “It’s time to end this, Wonder Woman. If you call me that, I want you to call me… Plant Master.” Wonder Woman stopped struggling and looked at her opponent incredulously. “Plant Master?” Her eyebrows furrowed in question. Plant Master shrugged and laughed, half-self-deprecatingly. “What’s a woman called? ‘Poison Ivy,’ ah—that’s it.” Wonder Woman chuckled mockingly at her enemy, and the plants binding her began to move, the SM-like whipping causing her back to twist. Sweat streamed down her cleavage. Poison Ivy smiled as she watched the heroine’s voluptuous body writhe, slowly approaching the bound woman.

“As I said, Wonder Woman,” Poison Ivy whispered, reaching for the heroine’s inner thigh, “you shouldn’t underestimate me.”

Poison Ivy’s right hand caressed Wonder Woman’s buttocks; the Amazonian warrior gritted her teeth. In some situations, she welcomed this… “After all, I haven’t underestimated you,” the cunning doctor said, reaching from behind Wonder Woman to her front belt, deftly unbuttoning it and removing the Magic Belt.

“Oh no!!” Wonder Woman cried out, realizing her immense power was rapidly draining from her.

She tumbled into the bushes. She still possessed superhuman stamina and energy, but she no longer held the superhuman strength granted by the Magic Belt.

“There,” Poison Ivy said smugly, placing the belt on a distant workbench.

“I can’t give you a chance to escape, otherwise you could have managed to get away. Don’t be surprised, a scholar like me has done my homework. I knew sooner or later one of you guys in special suits would come looking for me, so I’ve carefully studied your weaknesses… like how removing your belt would strip you of your powers.”

Poison Ivy removed her work clothes, then her dark green vest, placing them beside her magical belt.

The black bra beneath the vest barely concealed her enormous breasts, almost as full as Wonder Woman’s, and she also possessed a smooth, flawless abdomen. Despite her own terrible condition, Wonder Woman was quite impressed with the mature woman’s body. Dr. Austin apparently frequently left her lab, perhaps to facilitate her involvement in criminal activities, to work out at the gym.

“I must admit, anyway,” she casually approached her captive, “I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly. May I ask how you found this place?”

“I think it was luck,” Wonder Woman scoffed. If she could get out of here, she planned to say the same to Barbara… “Never mind,” Poison Ivy shrugged, then climbed onto a strong plant so she was at the same height as her captive. “Sometimes, I wish I could meet all the superheroes, and you’re one of them.”

“What do you mean?” Wonder Woman asked, her colleague continuing to struggle against her restraints, but more powerless than ever. Before, she could only break free of the vines encircling her; now she couldn’t even bend them.

She was almost completely immobile; her movements were limited to the slight swaying of her breasts and the muscles of her thighs—which gave the captive much pleasure. As Wonder Woman struggled helplessly, Poison Ivy smiled with satisfaction.

“I think about all the superheroes, can’t you put yourself in my shoes?” The wicked woman began to gently stroke Wonder Woman’s face and right hand.

“Why would I sympathize with a bank robber?” Wonder Woman’s face avoided the captive’s soft hand.

Poison Ivy shook her head regretfully, moving her hand from Wonder Woman’s face to her right shoulder.

“The robbery is an experiment, testing the special abilities of the plants I’ve been cultivating. But I also need money to [the full text] complete the experiment. You know there’s not much money left for research in the last ten years. Unless, you’re willing to sell your soul for some company to do research…”

Wonder Woman interrupted Poison Ivy. “…Including fashion stores?”

Poison Ivy looked at her blankly for a moment. “Oh, well. Hey, women love to dress up, don’t they?”

The wicked woman’s icy blue eyes sparkled with excitement, revealing a mischievous smile.

“You’ll see my whole set of tricks in a moment. How exciting! Very solid, very low damage, very erotic…”

Wonder Woman sighed, annoyed. The layman doesn’t understand, she thought. “Okay, Poison Ivy, what’s your big plan?” she asked.

The wicked woman stared at her absentmindedly for a moment, then shook her head and explained. “Sorry. I was just too focused.

It’s something completely new to me, and also the best yet.” Her index finger slowly brushed across Wonder Woman’s full red lips, then returned to her shoulder. “I mean, the six robberies went very smoothly, and now I’ve caught one of the world’s greatest heroines, helplessly trapped in my 'secret cave'.”

“Your 'secret cave'?” Wonder Woman asked skeptically.

“Well, I’ll make it a reality. Anyway, as I said, I think you’ll agree,”

Poison Ivy continued, caressing Wonder Woman’s right arm.

“Oh yes, I completely agree with the person who tied me up and tried to make me helpless,” the heroine retorted sarcastically.

The caressing stopped, and she looked at the somewhat frustrated captive. “Do you still want to hear more?”

Wonder Woman nodded reluctantly, holding her breath.

“Okay,” Poison Ivy resumed her speech and caresses. Wonder Woman was surprised; the feeling of the shoulder caress… was very pleasant. “Of course, you know what it feels like,” Poison Ivy continued, “…I mean, we’re both charming women, both good at our jobs… well, normal people get a day off…”

Wonder Woman glared angrily at her opponent.

“Anyway,” continued, “despite how many times you’ve proven yourself, haven’t you felt disrespected? Men of your kind ruling the field?”

“Never,” Wonder Woman asserted.

“Oh, never? Superman didn’t make you a mere figurehead in some battles?” Poison Ivy began to lightly brush Wonder Woman’s breasts with her fingertips. “And Batman. He doesn’t have your strength, yet he sees you at best as an equal, not a senior.”

Wonder Woman frowned. She had struggled for a long time to dismiss such thoughts as madness. But this woman was right, and it truly bothered her. However… “Even if what you say is true,” the Amazonian woman declared, trying to ignore the gentle caresses of her breasts, “it doesn’t excuse what you’ve done.” Why did this woman’s touch awaken her so strongly?

“Oh, this isn’t some female taking revenge on men… though they deserve it,” Poison Ivy continued. Her other hands joined in, her fingertips slowly rubbing back and forth along Wonder Woman's chest, Wonder Woman feeling her nipples harden behind her bodysuit.

"Men's arrogance is destroying our planet," Poison Ivy continued, "especially the Amazon rainforest where I live and work. I've discovered certain ultrasonic harmonics that can encourage and instruct plants to grow in spectacular ways, as you've seen. Handheld computers remotely control various devices around the greenhouse, emitting harmonics to manipulate the plants. I've even built a portable model for robbery. Don't you understand? I can use this invention not only to stop the destruction of the Amazon, but to restore it!"

Poison Ivy's hands encircled Wonder Woman's waist, her fingers resting on the Amazonian woman's rounded buttocks. Even as Wonder Woman ceased her efforts to resist the abuse, she continued to moan. Her opponent had applied some kind of exotic perfume with a musky scent; its fragrance filled and tickled Wonder Woman's nostrils. It was similar to the earthy aroma permeating the greenhouse, something she had noticed since entering the place.

"I think... such a discovery... would be welcome," said the Amazonian princess, breathing heavily, struggling to endure. Damn it, she thought, it had been so long since she'd been away from her last lover, otherwise these caresses wouldn't have affected her so much.

"I think so too," Poison Ivy whispered in Wonder Woman's ear, her arms wrapped around her. "But for certain interests... some big companies... are against my research. My research funding has been drastically cut."

The scholar began to gently stroke the heroine's cheek with her fingers; both women were sweating, their breathing rapid and heavy.

“I… do sympathize,” Wonder Woman gasped. “What you’re doing… is wrong…”

“Is that so?” Poison Ivy asked, her right hand groping over Wonder Woman’s Stars and Stripes shorts. “Am I doing something wrong now? Don’t you like it?” she asked, her index finger deftly and skillfully rubbing the Amazonian heroine’s clitoris along the blue part of the tight shorts.

“Uuuuuhhh…” Wonder Woman moaned softly under the gentle sexual stimulation. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. I can’t get excited by a bad woman’s hand…it’s never happened… “This…is not something I should be thinking about.”

“Forget that evil grand plan,” Poison Ivy whispered, her lips close to Wonder Woman’s face. “It’s boring.” The Amazonian heroine felt the woman’s warm breath on her neck and chest; her nostrils were filled with the [full text] of that strange perfume. “I also thought we would share something else…besides the usual stuff…”

“What…what are you talking about?” Wonder Woman asked knowingly. Poison Ivy embraced the heroine like the plants themselves, pressing her tightly against her body. Diana felt the woman's warmth intensely, especially in her chest and groin.

"Don't be naive, Princess," Poison Ivy murmured, her hands lingering on the immobile protagonist, caressing her buttocks, thighs, and breasts. "You want me... ever since you came in. Admit it."

"No, no... I..." The blonde woman's face hovered millimeters in front of the Amazonian woman, her lips slightly parted. She extended her tongue, licking Diana's upper lip. "Oh, God..." Diana's helpless plea was silenced by Poison Ivy's red lips.

The kiss seemed to last forever. The wicked woman's lips gently slid across Wonder Woman's moist lips, tenderly opening them. After all the stimulation she received, Diana's tongue intertwined with Poison Ivy's. Wonder Woman was surprised by this reaction, letting out a sensual moan; she arched her body towards the other woman pressing down on her. The two women breathed heavily, their red lips and tongues dancing a hot, erotic tango. The final kiss ended, their lips parted; Poison Ivy playfully nibbled at Wonder Woman's lower lip.

"I think you'd be perfect as a lesbian," she whispered, her hand sliding down again to caress Wonder Woman's genitals, "or at least, I mean, growing up on an island full of beautiful women…sounds like paradise, doesn't it?"

Wonder Woman's eyes widened slightly. "This isn't…this can't be…I've never felt this way about an enemy…" This was proof of Amazonian willpower; she would still resist the surge of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Ah, good, I'll sneak…some pheromones." Poison Ivy's fingers slid along the heroine's uniform, directly stimulating Wonder Woman's clitoris.

"Hmph!? Ah…oh…ooooooh…" The wicked woman skillfully teased Wonder Woman's wet mons pubis, the heroine's moans filled with lust.

Poison Ivy was satisfied with the effect of her finger movements. “Pheromone, a chemical that travels through the air, can stimulate specific areas of the brain, similar to how my fingers are stimulating your genitals.” The wicked woman pressed Wonder Woman’s clitoris, her own breathing becoming rapid. “I discovered that a plant in the rainforest produces a hormone that has an extremely strong effect on female libido, and to make it even more potent, I filled the greenhouse air with this aphrodisiac before you reached your climax; I also used it in my perfume. Prolonged contact has given me some resistance… but only a little…”

She gently bit Wonder Woman’s neck.

“You…you’re a devil! An evil devil…uuuuuhhhhh…”

Poison Ivy laughed, beginning to stroke Wonder Woman’s bare thighs. “Oh, it’s not a crime. Pheromones work like hypnosis; they don’t make you do what you don’t want to do. They just bring out hidden feelings…hidden beneath the surface…waiting to erupt…”

As Poison Ivy increased the friction on the heroine’s clitoris, Wonder Woman began to gasp for breath. As the wicked woman unbuttoned her bodysuit from behind, Wonder Woman didn't even notice her breasts were exposed, her nipples erect and hard. Wonder Woman finally noticed, but by then, Poison Ivy was already sucking on the heroine's nipples, vigorously licking them with her tongue.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnngggggggghhhhh...no...don't..." Wonder Woman pleaded; her sensitive nipples, known to her sisters at the Paradise Island sex party, were her weakness. She couldn't resist the stimulation; it always pushed her to the brink of collapse.

"Don't resist!" Poison Ivy spat Wonder Woman's nipple from her mouth, commanding her. "You know you need this!" She rubbed the heroine's clitoris faster than before. Wonder Woman's fingers clenched into fists, her eyes wide with anger, her Amazonian lust and Amazonian dignity fiercely battling within her.

"Am I not attractive to you?" Poison Ivy asked, grabbing Wonder Woman's hair and pulling her face close to her own. Diana stared helplessly into the icy blue eyes. “Don’t you want me?” the blonde woman demanded, releasing Diana’s hair and ripping off her bra, revealing Wonder Woman’s erect breasts and hardening nipples.

“I…must…resist…” Wonder Woman clenched her teeth.

“No!” the enemy, who could become her lover, commanded. “Don’t tell me you don’t have fantasies about this.

You do, don’t you? You dream of being imprisoned and tortured, of your will to resist being destroyed…again and again…”

Wonder Woman didn’t want to admit it, but it was real. Her nature craved being bound, at the mercy of this attractive yet intimidating woman…it aroused her, awakened her. Even without pheromones, she would be wet. The combined effects of the chemicals in her body, the torture, and the beautiful woman’s stimulation of her erogenous zones, began to dangerously weaken her resistance. It would take everything, Diana knew, and more blows would diminish her defenses.

Sensing her opponent’s weakness, Poison Ivy playfully circled Wonder Woman’s previously neglected left nipple with her tongue. She continued her assault on the heroine's clitoris with her right hand.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Wonder Woman gasped, her lips parted wide, her will crumbling before the sexual assault even began. The blonde wicked woman rubbed the Amazonian woman's vulva with even greater force and speed. The heroine's hips began to resist the intrusion of the enemy's hand, seemingly acting on her own will.

Poison Ivy's left hand suddenly moved from behind inside Wonder Woman's Stars and Stripes shorts, lifting her buttocks; her index finger quickly found the heroine's anus and thrust inside. The fortress

was breached, and the Amazonian woman's resistance collapsed. Wonder Woman jerked her head back, her black hair flying wildly, her entire body tensing, and screamed loudly.

"ooooohh ...

Her limbs and torso trembled in their confinement; her blue eyes were wide open, staring at the night sky beyond the glass windows. Finally, the climax passed, and she slumped into the green cage, her head still drooping back, her black hair cascading down her back and touching her buttocks. Her large, bare breasts heaved as she swallowed air.

Poison Ivy's hands moved from Wonder Woman's lower body to cup the heroine's head. She kissed the Amazonian woman's lips passionately. The wicked woman's tongue danced teasingly in Wonder Woman's mouth, and the Amazonian woman responded wearily.

"You...unbelievable," Poison Ivy exclaimed. "Excellent, beautiful. Now you are mine,"

she kissed Wonder Woman's lips again.

Perhaps the wicked woman thought Wonder Woman was defeated, but she was wrong. Once the climax subsided, Wonder Woman's willpower began to search for a way out of this trap, no matter how pleasurable it was.

"It...is unfair," Wonder Woman whispered as Poison Ivy kissed her lips again. "You should...experience pleasure...I'll do it..."

A caress on Wonder Woman's cheek. "How lovely. That's exactly what I wanted."

Wonder Woman forced a smile. "If you release me," she offered. Her eyes, half-open but fixed on the blonde woman, "I will give you the peak of pleasure that only an Amazonian woman knows how to reach."

"Oooohhh, seductive," Plant Sibins returned a sensual smile. Then, she frowned and joked, and began to play with Wonder Woman's still-erect nipples. "But wait...aren't you trying to cheat me, darling?"

"Cheat you?" Wonder Woman asked, feigning innocence, trying to ignore the swelling sensation at the top of her breasts.

"Once I release you, you'll arrest me," the wicked woman declared, completely exposing Wonder Woman's scheme.

“No,” the Amazonian woman said seriously.

“Your mouth says no, but your eyes say yes,” she joked. “I tell you, I haven’t underestimated you. But I have an idea…”

Wonder Woman frowned. Well, I should have known this wouldn’t work, she told herself, watching Poison Ivy retrieve her handheld computer from the back pocket of her khaki shorts. What was she going to do now? Diana wondered as her enemy typed commands into the device.

Her question was answered instantly when the vines that had been gripping her suddenly moved and forced her to bend backward.

The vines coiled around her arms and contracted downward, while those surrounding her torso bent and moved slightly lower. Her back arched, pushing her breasts forward, then she adjusted her posture upward and remained still.

She was still suspended in mid-air, only now flipped over, limbs down, her long black hair falling down and sweeping across the ground.

Poison Ivy began typing in more commands, and Wonder Woman felt her head being lifted by some giant leaf of a plant and continuing to grow beneath it. The Amazonian woman turned to look at Poison Ivy; the wicked woman ripped open her bra, revealing her breasts, and unbuckled the belt of her men's shorts. Wonder Woman suddenly realized the woman's intentions and began to feel uneasy.

Poison Ivy unbuckled her belt and zipped up her pants, pulling the shorts off her boots. She pulled down her black panties, revealing a carefully trimmed triangle of blonde pubic hair. She casually lay on top of Wonder Woman, her left hand still holding a handheld computer.

"My turn," the blonde wicked woman announced. "But don't worry. It'll be very exciting,"

she said, typing several commands into the handheld computer.

The vines holding Wonder Woman trembled slightly at first, then began to grow delicate tendrils. The tendrils grew quickly, spreading across Wonder Woman's body. They began to wrap around her exposed breasts and thighs. Responding to the pheromone stimulation, Wonder Woman began to writhe, attempting to rebuild her willpower to fight back. Soon, a powerful climax unexpectedly arrived, and Wonder Woman realized her willpower had little chance of prevailing. All hope of resisting stimulation vanished when two new shoots appeared and coiled around her bare chest.

The tips of the two tendrils changed, sprouting bright red flowers with trembling male stamens at their centers. The flowers drooped over her nipples, displaying their adeptness at squeezing and sucking, and Wonder Woman gasped. Then the male stamens within the flowers began to rapidly tease her already erect nipples, further arousing them, and Wonder Woman bit her lower lip.

"Now for the main event," Poison Ivy typed the final command on her handheld computer.

Wonder Woman was almost overwhelmed by the pushing and shoving of the vines, some of the plants suckling at her sensitive breasts, and bewildered by the fact that they had crawled beneath her underwear. She felt another flower, similar to the one that had awakened her nipples, attach to her clitoris and begin to work subtly, and her eyes widened.

Poison Ivy watched her pet stimulate her captive. She threw her handheld computer to the ground, then tossed the heroine's panties aside, and began to rub her exposed vulva and breasts. Wonder Woman trembled under her abuse. The plants worked hard to evoke the Amazonian woman's chaotic breathing and lewd moans. After a few minutes, the wicked woman was convinced that Wonder Woman was sufficiently aroused and had given up resisting. She walked toward the helpless and trembling Amazonian woman, stimulating her own clitoris. Then she lifted one leg and straddled Wonder Woman's face.

"Give me oral sex," Poison Ivy commanded.

The large leaves supported Wonder Woman at a beautiful height, bringing her head to the enemy's vulva. Poison Ivy slightly bent her knees, placing the cleft between her legs directly over Wonder Woman's mouth. As Wonder Woman hesitated, the abnormal doctor felt the heroine's warm breath on her clitoris. Immediately, her resistance collapsed; pheromones, masochism, the sexual stimulation of the nipples and clitoris, and the exciting scent of the beautiful woman's vagina all combined to overwhelm the heroine. She parted her lips and extended her tongue to lick Poison Ivy's hot, wet vulva.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss," the blonde woman moaned as Wonder Woman's tongue slowly slid along her labia. "Lick me...lick me, you Amazonian slut! You noble bitch! Oh, God, ah!" Poison Ivy squeezed her nipples, then rubbed them with her thumbs, breathing heavily while pouting.

Wonder Woman should have been angry at the wicked woman for calling her that, but she was filled with pleasure. Sexual stimulation was her only concern, and as she moaned, she repeatedly and eagerly sucked on Poison Ivy's clitoris.

“Fuck…fuck…I…I fucking,” Poison Ivy gasped in response to Wonder Woman’s expert oral sex. She felt herself rapidly approaching orgasm, adding an uncertain surprise to the evening’s sexual excitement.

Wonder Woman herself was also nearing orgasm. She split into several parts, the last piece still retaining Amazonian willpower, crying out in defiance deep within her. But it couldn’t resist the maddening sensations from sucking her nipples and clitoris, and the exciting scent of her vulva in her nostrils.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…” Wonder Woman groaned, approaching her second orgasm, and continued licking her partner’s vulva.

“Oh…I…and…Wonderful…bitch…” Poison Ivy murmured through her breath. Suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over her, and her eyes and mouth involuntarily opened.

“ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhyesssssssssssssssss!!! yes! yes!” The wicked woman’s chest thrust forward, her head violently thrashing back. The climax finally arrived, her fingers squeezing and pushing against her breasts. At the same time, her vulva throbbed with heat, and scalding vaginal fluid gushed from her cleft, shooting into Wonder Woman’s mouth . “ mmmmmmmmpppppppppppph

...

The poison vines gradually ceased their continuous stimulation of Wonder Woman's erogenous zones. Then, the larger vines gripped her and moved her back to her initial upright posture, like a roc spreading its wings.

Poison Ivy approached her captive lover. Wonder Woman's eyes were almost closed. Through the manipulation of her kidnapper's vulva, her lips were fuller and more sensual than usual; female love juice and saliva dripped from those beautiful red lips, landing on her chin and breasts. Poison Ivy reached out and smeared the remaining honey from her vulva onto Wonder Woman's exposed, hard nipples; the heroine moaned with her eyes closed.

"What do you think, my little sweetheart?" the wicked woman asked. "Would you like to join me? Imagine we can work together, we can save the rainforest by day... and provide each other with such pleasure every night."

Wonder Woman opened her eyes and gazed at the naked, beautiful blonde woman before her.

Poison Ivy wouldn't seem out of place on Paradise Island; she looked as noble as any Amazonian woman, indeed, even more so than some, Diana had to admit. And she knew how to make love; God, Diana thought, she couldn't remember the last time she'd experienced such intense, overwhelming pleasure. The woman's eyes shone with the same light as Wonder Woman's, expressing a faith in the cause of justice.

They certainly had much in common.

But somehow, this woman's motives had become perverse and twisted. She had broken the law, and even her service to Wonder Woman tonight, expressing her affection, wasn't as pure as she claimed. Diana was still an Amazonian warrior, still a heroine, and knew she would never succumb to such conditions, no matter how alluring the packaging.

"No…," Wonder Woman's breath betrayed her sexual exhaustion. "I will not join you. Your cause is noble, but your means are evil. I can help you… release me, and surrender. I will defend you at your trial. Your cause will not be lost."

Poison Ivy looked at the heroine with shock, then disgust. “That was quite a speech,” she sneered. “But the cum dripping from your chin ruined it.”

Wonder Woman didn’t respond; she was still trying to regain her powers.

The wicked woman’s expression softened slightly. She reached out and caressed Wonder Woman’s face.

“What we just did… didn’t it mean anything to you?” Poison Ivy asked.

Wonder Woman, overwhelmed by sexual exhaustion and focused on gathering her powers, didn’t notice the weakness in the wicked woman’s question.

“No,” she responded defiantly, “nothing. You forced me, raped me. It was… animal heat, nothing more.”

A sharp, crackling sound came from Poison Ivy’s slap across Wonder Woman’s face, like a gunshot in an abandoned warehouse. Wonder Woman’s head snapped to the side, her black hair flying across her cheek. The Amazonian woman had been struck before, but rarely with such viciousness. Diana felt some of her fresh blood mixed with other fluids trickle down her chin.

A malevolent flame blazed in her eyes. “You bitch!” she screamed. “You fucking bitch! How dare you refuse me, and my career?! If you don’t join me, if you don’t oppose me, I’ll punish you!”

Wonder Woman realized the gravity of her mistake; Dr. Austin was teetering on the edge of sanity; she might have pushed her to the other side. This behavior provoked anger, the heroine thought sadly… Poison Ivy raised her left hand, placed it on her PDA, and typed in a short command. Wonder Woman’s gaze fell beside her, trying to predict what orders the wicked woman had given to the plants. A thick vine snaked through her hair, encircling her vulnerable throat from behind. Then it began to tighten, severing Wonder Woman’s trachea. The heroine’s eyes widened, struggling desperately, trying to force air into her lungs, but it was all in vain. She felt her life slipping away, she stopped breathing …

**********

... She had undoubtedly escaped death, not through her own intelligence or willpower, but simply because her enemies didn't want to kill her. The reason didn't seem particularly interesting, especially considering what Poison Ivy had said. Wonder Woman didn't know what methods the wicked woman would use against her, but she was certain it would be slow and extremely painful. Poison Ivy typed a series of instructions into her handheld computer. "This will be a bit difficult, but I think my pet can handle it..." she whispered. Wonder Woman felt the vines around her body begin to move. The vines below her breasts began to move downwards, dragging her bodysuit. It continued to pull downwards, ripping off her uniform near Wonder Woman's hips. "Wh... what are you doing?" Wonder Woman mustered her courage to ask. "Isn't it obvious? I'm stripping you naked," Poison Ivy replied, her eyes filled with malicious amusement. "You can't!" Wonder Woman cried out. "Look at me," her nemesis replied. The vines around Wonder Woman's body stopped pulling and returned to their previous position, below her now completely naked breasts. Wonder Woman briefly considered how to break free and escape, but then she noticed the vines around her were moving towards her calves and ankles, tightening their grip on her legs. Now, the tendrils that had previously stimulated her clitoris wrapped around her Stars and Stripes shorts and pulled them down. "No!" Wonder Woman cried out as her uniform ripped from her rounded buttocks, sliding down her thighs. The removal of the uniform resembled a flag-lowering ceremony at the end of the day. A patch of meticulously trimmed black pubic hair, glistening with the fluids she had released from her earlier stimulation, was revealed. The vines around her ankles temporarily released her shapely calves, one at a time, until the uniform was completely removed. Wonder Woman tried to gain a brief moment of freedom for her limbs, but the vines in other places held firmly to her hands, torso, and the rest of her legs. Soon, except for her bracers, headdress, and boots, she was completely naked. The vines around her ankles moved back to their original positions, spreading her bronze legs, now revealing her vulva. “This is… an insult to my dignity! I am an Amazonian princess!” Wonder Woman protested. Poison Ivy laughed, ripping off her panties and pulling down her bra. “A woman who was licking my vulva and reveling in its taste a few minutes ago, now wants to talk to me about 'dignity'?!” The blonde woman walked back to her workbench, where she laid down Wonder Woman's costume beside her magic belt. She retrieved more seeds and then walked toward the Amazonian captive. “I have another pair of interesting samples I'd like you to familiarize yourself with,” the blonde woman said calmly. “You’re already indirectly familiar with one, and the other… well, you’ll soon be intimate with it.” Wonder Woman didn’t like the voice at all. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh, I wouldn’t spoil a dream surprise,” her adversary replied, then continued as if she hadn’t been interrupted.

“The first sample is the plant that produces pheromones, which I’ve already shown you.” Poison Ivy tossed a pebble-sized seed, which landed on the ground near the vine that had captured Wonder Woman. As the villain typed several instructions into her handheld computer, the seed sprouted and began to grow. A slender green plant grew from Wonder Woman’s right side; she watched with concern as it grew to the height of her face, then produced a large flower with four symmetrical petals, pink edges, a red heart, surrounding a long, spindle-shaped, blood-red stamen.

“If the pheromones that were scattering in the air before were strong, you can imagine what it would be like to blow them directly onto your lovely face,” the villain mocked her captive. Wonder Woman instinctively pulled her face away from the threat and held her breath.

Poison Ivy scoffed. “God, you’re pathetic, Wonder Woman. Holding your breath won’t help you when those florets are spraying pheromones.”

“What you’re doing won’t help you either, Dr. Austin. Incomprehensible…”

“The second sample,” Poison Ivy interrupted the heroine, “is my special creation. A lucky accident. I was originally experimenting with producing vines, but they ended up being used to break into store safes and bank vaults, and to protect your flesh business. Along that path, I created this thing,” the blonde woman concluded, tossing three small chestnut-sized seeds at Wonder Woman’s feet.

Now, the familiar tapping on her handheld computer spurred the growth of three low shrubs, each sprouting broad leaves and long, thick stems from its center. As Wonder Woman noticed and began to feel uneasy, the stems thickened, first reaching two inches in diameter, then three, then four. A main stem stretched between her legs, its tip bearing a smaller bulb that secreted some kind of oily substance as it grew.

“Great Hera,” Wonder Woman murmured in shock as she watched the thick vine extend toward her exposed vagina. The Amazonian woman stared in astonishment at her captor. “You can’t…”

“Oh, yes, I can,” Poison Ivy answered confidently as the thick vine reached the heroine’s vulva and began to tremble and sway at its entrance. “It seems to need some time for the plant… to take the risk, one might say. I’m not sure why; perhaps it simply needs to lubricate itself. In any case, the outcome is inevitable, though it gives the victim time to anticipate its intentions.”

“You… have tried this?” Wonder Woman asked, struggling desperately to stop the wretched, trembling main stem from invading her vagina. However, the other vines continued to hold her body tightly; another thick stem coiled around her torso, and with this help, its other companions would easily penetrate the Amazonian woman’s vagina.

“Oh, certainly not by myself!” Poison Ivy responded, finding Wonder Woman’s struggle increasingly amusing and exciting. “But you’re not the first to experience the pleasures of this particular species. No, I give that honor to a particularly peculiar college graduate I discovered was secretly watching me. A few hours after contact with these samples, she became a mindless, exhausted zombie. You’ll be the second, before morning, I think.”

Wonder Woman stared at her captor, genuine fear surfacing for the first time on her lovely face. “Morning?”

Her voice rose sharply.

“Mmm-hmm. Eight hours, maybe nine from now. I don’t believe a few [full] sexual encounters can control an Amazonian woman.”

“This…this is madness, Dr. Austin!” Wonder Woman argued, panic beginning to creep into her voice. “You must stop it immediately!”

Poison Ivy laughed cruelly. “What, a failed speech? Which one are you talking about…” As Wonder Woman looked worriedly at the swaying vine between her legs, the wicked woman returned to her workbench and opened a food cupboard from below. Its movement seemed to slow, but in fact it grew thicker, as if it were gathering confidence and strength. Under the greenhouse lights, the plant lubricant on its repulsive exterior gleamed.

Wonder Woman's suspicious gaze shifted from the plant facing her to Poison Ivy behind her vulva, never expecting this to be the final humiliation: the wicked woman was installing a video camera!

"What are you doing?!" Wonder Woman yelled.

"I think it's obvious," Poison Ivy laughed maliciously. She aimed the camera at its target, adjusted the focus, and began recording. "What I'm recording is the story of the supposedly invincible Wonder Woman being raped by an indoor potted plant. For posterity. Oh, and charity fundraising; I think these tapes will be a hot commodity on the internet, and after they see this, people will forget about Pamela and Tommy!"

"You can't be serious..."

"Performance time begins!" Poison Ivy announced, entering a few more commands into her handheld computer.

"Hera, help me..." Wonder Woman prayed, her eyes wide with fear.

A smooth, thick vine suddenly surged upwards from below her, filling her vagina with astonishing speed and force. Wonder Woman's beautiful body jerked upwards, her breasts heaving involuntarily; sweat sprayed from her body, and she gasped for breath. At the same time, the flowers beside her, the first load of pheromones, sprayed directly onto her face, and she took a deep breath to ensure these potent aphrodisiac chemicals entered her lungs and from there her bloodstream. The exotic musky scent, much stronger than before, filled her nostrils and overwhelmed her sanity.

"No…no…" Wonder Woman trembled as she felt an intense, burning need within her body, and she began to lubricate, her love juices mixing with the lifeless rapist's oils.

"I can't…give in…" Wonder Woman gritted her teeth and persisted. As the vine penetrated her vagina, she inhaled sharply and then exhaled slowly. "I am... an... Amazon warrior!"

Poison Ivy looked on, admiring her opponent's willpower, but [the entire story] knew perfectly well that it had already been shattered.

[The End]

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