Super Sexuality, Issue 03

As Kara struggled, the vines reacted with a shiver, carrying all the way through the greenhouse and back to Ivy who was busy tending to her plants. As if being spoken to, Ivy reacted to the vines and smiled. "Ah, she's awake already. Such a strong girl," Ivy said to herself, though still gaining Harley's attention.

"Aw, already," She asked with a pout, "I didn't get to roll around in the cash naked yet," she added. Harley was already nude, her pale white flesh contrasting with the dark green color of the cash spilled out all over the bed she stood near.

"Don't fret, Harl', I have something even better to do in the nude," Ivy reassured, soon standing and leading the blonde bimbo through the greenhouse to meet up with Kara.

In the midst of her struggle, Kara saw the busty pair saunter so proudly into the room with her, setting themselves up to stand before her and examine the defeated alien. Kara lunged at them, ignoring her binds and hoping the rush of anger would set her free. She spoke no words, just snarled at her captors.

"Oh so feisty! But save your energy, Supergirl, you don't have all the powers you're used to," Ivy taunted, turning to gesture at the red sun lamps. "Do you like them? I have them around for some of my plants, but I also know that Superman doesn't fair well in their light, and it looks like you share his weakness."

"You wont get away with this, Ivy!" Kara snapped.

"I disagree," Ivy casually stated. "While you were napping, Harley searched your from head to toe. It seems that when you changed your costume to that dime store rag you neglected to bring your communicator. Without that, I don't think your friends can find you so easily. You're a long way from Metropolis."

Kara hated when the villains got such a huge lead like that. She was right, painfully so. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, she wasn't meant to be on duty that day, and she was a far ways away from her usual stomping grounds. Supergirl feared no one would be coming to save her anytime soon, so she had to think of a way to get out of the mess herself.

Supergirl wouldn't have much time to think up a plan, however, as Ivy was already putting hers into motion. "Since this is such a special occasion," Ivy started, making her was closer to Supergirl, the plant instinctively lowering the girl but still keeping her tightly bound, "I've decided to break out the finest in my arsenal." With a devious smirk, Ivy reached down between her breasts and pulled out an onyx colored lipstick tube from out of her generous cleavage.

"This is a very potent concoction, Supergirl, and I think just the right strength to overwhelm that pesky Kryptonian DNA," Ivy explained, popping off the cap and exposing the deep black lipstick. Supergirl began to struggle again against the vines at the sight of the black death. "I don't think you understand, darling -- I don't just use this with any ol' foe; even Batman hasn't sampled it. Why even Harley, with all her immunities to my poisons I've given her wouldn't be able to stand up to this delight," Ivy mocked, raising the stick to catch the light and twist it in the air. "You should be honored."

Kara desperately wished she had her heat vision; she would blast that tube right out of her hand and into oblivion. She didn't know what the make-up could do to her, but whatever it could do was bad.

"Perhaps a demonstration is in order, so you can appreciate my work -- goddess knows you wont be of sound mind in order to comprehend it soon," Ivy explained. She leaned in close, just out of Supergirl's reach, and puckered out her full lips teasingly. Slowly she applied the dark lipstick, coating her lips in the blackness. With a mocking smack of her lips, Ivy capped the tube and secured it back between her breasts. Contrary to Supergirl's guess, Ivy didn't kiss her right then. Instead, Ivy turned and approached the buxom blonde behind her.

"This mix isn't too different from my other flavors, mind you," Ivy started, standing opposite of a confused Harley now and caressing her exposed shoulders as she spoke to Supergirl. "Unlike the others that just bend people to my will, this kiss will strengthen the pleasure center of the brain, increase blood flow to the pelvic area, and, of course, bend anyone to my will. You will be hopelessly bound to the first person you see after the kiss, me!" Ivy exclaimed, then turning her attention back to Harley.

"This aint gonna hurt, right, Red?" Harley cutely asked.

"Far from it, Harl'," Ivy reassured, stroking the blonde hair from Quinn's face. "In fact you'll be head over heels in love with it." With that, Ivy dove in, pressing her full lips against Harley's plump tiers. The effects seemed immediate judging by Harley's reaction. Black veins quickly appeared and subsided on Harley, branching out from her lips to her cheeks. Once they faded, Harley became lost in the kiss, begging for more just as Ivy pulled away. Her baby blues opened and instantly she locked in on Ivy.

"Oh wow...Oh WOW!" Harley blasted, eyes wide and smile even wider. "I've never felt like this before, Red! I can't believe...oh wow! I haven't felt this way since I met Mistah J! Oh momma!" Harley yelled before diving head first into Ivy's cleavage, smothering her face in the swelled green flesh and began to suckle at the skin immediately.

As Harley gorged herself on Ivy's tit flesh, Pamela turned her attention back to a shocked Supergirl. "Contrary to popular opinion, Harley and I have never been an item. Try as I might she just could get over her infatuation with the Joker. But now, thanks to that one little kiss, she's all mine," Ivy explained with such menace in her voice. "The only way she'll ever have pleasure again is to sexually please me in any way I want."

"You monster!" Kara shouted, lunging from her vine binds again in hopes of, just maybe, breaking free so she could teach Ivy a lesson. "She was your friend! You've taken her free will!"

"You're overreacting, Supergirl," Ivy replied, petting Harley's sweet head and then pushing her down, directing her to her crotch. "It's only temporary. As potent as my chemicals are, the human brain, for all its faults, is very resilient when it comes to free will," she explained.

As she spoke, she ran her hands down her body, across the leafy corset, and as her hands passed the leaves fell away, revealing her nude green body to Harley so she could once more dive her head into Ivy, this time aimed at her throbbing heat. "You, on the other hand, I'll make sure to give you daily doses of my kiss to keep you under my heel. Oh I can't wait!" Ivy exclaimed. "My own personal Supergirl. Harley and I make a good team, mind you, but a Kryptonian on our side would make us unstoppable. Furthermore- ooh..." Ivy interrupted herself as Harley managed to elicit a moan from the green beauty. "Harley, my word, had I known you were so skilled in the oral arts, oooh, I would have done this soo-OOO-oner. You make sure to pay attention, Supergirl -- you're soon to share her fate."

Kara did her best to look away, alarmed by the scene in front of her. However, she couldn't help but steal a few peeks at the scene, and soon she was watching intently. Maybe it was left over chemicals from Ivy's kiss earlier, or maybe it was Kara's arousal brought on by her shower with Bruce, she didn't know; she did know that she didn't completely hate what she was watching.

Ivy and Harley were obviously enjoying the situation as well. As Harley worked, Pamela threw her head back and clamped a hand on the back of Harley's head, keeping her securely attached to her pussy. After running her fingers through her red hair, Ivy took a handful of her breast and massaged vigorously, pinching her nipples.

Harley was having a fabulous time as well. Her mouth move masterfully against her friend's lips, and her tongue delved deep and explored fully her pink folds. On all fours, Quinn showed off her arse to Kara, unknowingly, shaking it side to side as her inner thighs got wet and glistened. Hands picked up from the ground and reached around to grip Ivy's toned ass, massaging it as Ivy massaged her breasts.

Kara watched in wonder as the villainesses seemed to completely forget about her, lost with each other, and soon becoming wracked with orgasms. After tasting Ivy's juices, Harley looked up with a happy grin, licking her lips and noted "tastes like maple syrup." Whether that was true or not Kara didn't know, but with Ivy she wouldn't doubt it. Through divine intervention, Ivy and Harley continued to ignore Kara, giving her more time to try and formulate a plan -- but the time was spent watching the two continue their sexual activities.

Poison Ivy brought Harley to her feet with a gentle guiding hand. The gentle went out the window fast as they locked lips once more. Breasts pressed against one another, creating nearly 80 inches of fantastic tit flesh. Thighs rubbed together gently as they lifted their legs just a bit between each other's thighs. Kara's mouth watered at the long kiss, secretly wishing she could get in on that action.

Harley let out a squeak as suddenly she felt herself being moved off the ground. While they were kissing, Ivy summoned a large leaf to emerge from the darkness behind them and act as a bed. While Kara felt invisible, Ivy hadn't forgotten her and directed the leaf with the two lovers towards the bound heroine, to give her a better view of the show.

Supergirl watched in awe as the newly joined lovers ground into one another, hands roaming flesh and bodies doing all they could to merge as one. Now Kara was leaning forward in hopes of joining the two lovers, not fight them.

Green eyes popped open and caught Kara's blues roaming over Ivy's curves. With a mischievous smile on her grey lips, Ivy sadly broke the kiss with Harley and began her descent down her form. Now it was her turn to sample the firm melons of her partner.

Harley sung out in a chorus of moans and squeals as Ivy sucked and stroked her tits, making sure to cover every inch in kisses and touch every inch with passion. Her head lolled back and eyes fluttered open to catch an upside down Supergirl. Her lips parted and head reached out just barely to try and get a taste of the girl's thighs, but to no avail.

Knowing body language as well as her native tongue, Ivy sensed Harley's desire and motioned for the plant to lower the girl slightly, and reach a vine down to lift up her already short black dress. Not once did she break concentration on Harley, still feasting on her bountiful chest and now dipping two digits into her sopping wet snatch.

There was no time for Kara to react to the movement, and soon the eager crimson lips of Harley Quinn met with her quivering folds. Kara knew this was wrong, everything about it pointed to this being the end of her, but she was damned if she wasn't going to ride it out into oblivion.

The clown girl was masterful with her exploration of the heroine's nether region, delving her tongue into the woman and massaging the pink lips with her red ones.

Ivy grinned at the two blondes pleasuring each other, and saw now as the perfect time to finally bring Kara over to her side. Though she didn't appear to be fighting off Harley's advances, Ivy didn't want the mood to be spoiled by sudden resistance. A soft slurp sounded as green fingers departed from pink lips. Poison Ivy crawled over Harley, remaining on the bed-sized leaf, and knelt near Kara and over the feasting Harley. The girl's lips parted already, Ivy treated her to a taste of her ally's juices, swirling her fingers in her mouth and letting her tongue roll over her digits.

Properly cleaned off, Ivy began her approach. Her soft lips parted in anticipation of gaining an ally more powerful than anyone on earth and beyond. Ivy's darkened lips pressed hard against Kara's bright tiers, the lipstick beginning its work on the heroine's mind immediately. Ivy kissed her so hard some of the lipstick smeared onto Kara's lips.

Supergirl's eyes were closed throughout the kiss and long after, so she didn't see the events that happened next. So lost in the moment, savoring the pleasure it has brought her, Kara kept her eyes softly closed as noise rang throughout the warehouse. When she opened her lids, there stood her mentor and friend Wonder Woman, who stood over two freshly incapacitated villains.

With panicked and furious breath, Diana rushed over to Kara and yanked her off of the vines. "It's okay now, Kara, I've got you," the raven-haired Amazon reassured.

But for Kara, it was too late. The chemical-laced lipstick, still wet on her lips, had worked its magic and Kara was immediately drawn the first person she saw -- Wonder Woman. She moved quickly, taking the tall woman by surprise and locked lips with her.

Whether it was due to Kara's speed or being taken back by the action, Diana didn't know how to respond. By the time it registered in her head what had happened, and what she should do, it was too late. The remaining lipstick on Kara's lips had pressed against Wonder Woman's and so the chemical concoction got another test run. Adrenaline was already surging throughout Diana's veins from the hunt and fight prior to the kiss, and now lust mixed with it all and once she locked eyes with Kara she could think of nothing else than to work out the sexual energy with her.

Kara kept herself pinned to Wonder Woman, her firm young breasts dwarfed by the intimidating globes of her lover. Their shared movements were wild and untamed. Clothing was torn off, armor was unclasped and let to drop with a forgotten clang. Supple flesh and generous curves mixed as the two found themselves entangled on the dirty floor, but they didn't care. Supergirl was in a daze over Wonder Woman's movements. They were tender and loving and yet fierce and commanding. She knew what she wanted and just now to take it and treat it, and Kara was all to willing to surrender to her mentor.

The nude Amazon tasted every inch of flesh the blonde hero offered up to her. The fine definitions of her toned body were treated to the softest of traces. Supergirl's breasts were cupped fully and treated just as they should be -- like fine forbidden fruit. The smell of her sex was rich in the air, far more than her own, and saw it only fitting that she be relieved before herself.

Tanned thighs locked around the dark-haired head, holding nothing back as she knew Wonder Woman could take it. Kara had never been treated like this. Past lovers had certainly tried, but none had the level of skill that Diana was demonstrating. Just as she thought of some itch that need scratching, Wonder Woman was there, solving her crisis. She only hoped she could return the favor with the same level of skill.

Kara was finally granted the opportunity after Diana brought her student to an orgasm that seemed to last an life time. Without needing to be asked, Kara set sail upon Diana's body, exploring it as hers had been earlier. Supergirl couldn't help but admire every aspect of Wonder Woman's body. While her own was quite a sight, she was still very much a girl, where as Wonder Woman was, well, a woman. Every curve was at its peak of development, at the height of perfection. Dark brown nipples stood proudly from the center of her impossibly perky and large breasts. They both really enjoyed when Kara pressed their breasts together, rubbing the two pairs together to brush nipple against nipple.

Wonder Woman found herself needing to remind Kara of the favor she had to repay. Thin fingers dipped into her own sex and worked themselves around for several seconds, coating themselves in the sticky fluid. Next they found their way to Kara's lips, pressing for entrance and being granted it, letting her tongue wash over the digits to clean them and remind her of what she needed to do.

Sparing not another second, Kara worked her way down between Diana's thighs, touring every part of her tight and toned stomach as she went. While her level of oral skill was not as high as Diana's, what she lacked in it she made up for in persistence, and the addition of using her fingers -- when her hands were occupied with cupping Diana's pillowy globes. While she had never been with a woman before, Supergirl picked up what she needed to know fast. She just did to Diana what she would want done to herself.

The two carried on with their escapades for some time, trying out every position they could think of. Wonder Woman ground her pussy into Supergirl's face, then found herself licking the girl's folds as Kara pressed her firm ass against her. Legs locked as pussies rubbed furiously against each other. Breasts were massaged, thighs were rubbed, asses were spanked.

The two super heroines worked through the serum for as long as they could before they fell to exhaustion. When they awoke, Poison Ivy and Harley were gone, no doubt with some dirt on the two -- now seen interlocked and naked as they slept. Still in a daze, Kara and Diana tried to figure out what to make of what happened.

"Wow...that was some lipstick Ivy used..." Kara noted with a slight chuckle in attempt to add some levity to the awkward morning.

"I'm not so sure it was all the lipstick, Kara," Diana noted without delay.

Kara looked away embarrassed, cheeks flushed. Her chin was gently held by Diana and her head turned towards her. "Don't deny it, Kara. The serum, while strong, wasn't strong enough to hold us for that long. A lot of pent up feelings came out yesterday."

Kara couldn't deny it, she had felt the pull of the lipstick fade half way through their love-making, and yet neither of them stopped. She didn't want to stop. She had finally found what she had been looking for. A lover with the gentle touch and the strength to handle her more furious of sexual wants.

Once more they found themselves in a kiss, this one more gentle than the others. Kara was finally sated, and relieved such a pressure would not build up again so long as she had Diana. Her wonder woman.