The Batman: Downfall Ch. 02

The lady turned the briefcase and opened it up, pulling a sheet of paper out and held it out for Frederick to take. Frederick pushed his glasses up his hawk nose and looked at a complex diagram filled with equations and chemical symbols that crisscrossed the sheet. "This is...this is...I cannot...this compound, these symbols..." he trailed off dumbfounded at what he was seeing.

"My client would like to offer you a healthy reward for helping to fix a small issue," The lady turned the briefcase, the inside was filled with bundles of money, "You would get joint publication rights as well."

Frederick was shaking his head, what he was looking at was unique, a natural compound that could theoretically control the human brain, "this is impossible, how did your client come to find such a compound in nature?"

The lady leaned over the case, her arms pushing either side of her cleavage making a larger display for the Doctor, but he hardly noticed his eyes scanned the sheet of paper oblivious to all around him. "If you are willing my client can meet you now?" The doctor looked up, his eyes going wide at the sight of the breasts that were almost falling out of the blouse and which were clearly braless. "I can take you to her, discuss the matter and then take you home if you agree or disagree." The smile she gave was predatory but Frederick did not care at that moment, the pedestal was going to have to be re-built.

The reality that something was not right only struck Doctor Frederick Zimm when the limousine they were in pulled up outside the dilapidated front of the Arboretum. He delayed climbing from the car when one of the men sitting up front got out and opened the door for him, only moving when the woman in the business suit had nudged him rather sharply to move. Stepping out of the car into the lowering afternoon light Frederick noticed the smart drivers cap the man was wearing and then the bullet hole that had left a hole in the back of it.

The doors to the Arboretum swung open as they approached, Frederick slowed his pace and felt a gun muzzle push painfully into his lower back. Frederick watched with fascination as the vines on the doors tensed then pulled them shut behind them, eh gave a startled cry as he felt a vine slither around his hand and another shot up the sleeve of his jacket pulling both the case and his jacket from him as they continued walking through the overgrown vegetation.

"That's better!" The business suited woman said and Frederick turned to see five or six thick creepers pulling the suit off of her until she was naked. Pale skinned and heavy breasted the woman spun in a tight circle, "feels good," she sung out as she turned then stopped abruptly facing Frederick.

He noticed the look in her eyes then, "You're mad," he stuttered, "this is a madhouse!" The woman laughed and gave him a wet kiss on his cheek.

"What's up doc?" she said and grabbed his groan. Her mouth turned down, "Ah Shucks, no carrot for me, let's hope Ivy's more successful." She stepped back then danced off, quickly hidden from view by the hanging foliage. Frederick felt another stab of a gun muzzle in his back and he continued further into the Arboretum.

The memory of Frederick Zimm belonged to Pamela Isley it was a memory of her teen years which were spent behind thick glasses and braces. In the memory Frederick Zimm was a broad shouldered tall man, with thick black hair and a black beard to match. The man that now stood before the transformed Pamela was stooped and withered even his black hair had given up on life, turning a dull shade of grey. The man shook with nerves, his eyes flicking in every direction flinching when a creeper moved, he almost screamed out as Ivy walked, naked into view from behind a tall, green trunk.

The effect of seeing Ivy naked stopped the man's shakes momentarily, Ivy could see his eyes taking in her full figure his mouth working away, perhaps to say something, perhaps imagining what her thick nipples would feel like clenched between his shrivelled lips. Ivy stopped a few feet from the old man she smiled warmly her arms open and palms visible in an attempt to show the man she meant no harm. "Doctor Zimm, it has been a long time since we last met," She saw the man's brow knit together his eyes trying to focus and pick out the face from a life time of faces, she did not expect him to remember and continued on, "Thank you for coming, I take it you are impressed by the compound?"

The man stared at her then at the two men who stood silently just behind him, he turned back and nodded, then coughed loudly before saying, "Yes, very much so...I don't understand why I am here though." Ivy moved forward a step and slightly to the side letting the good doctor catch a glimpse of the machinery behind her. "What are you attempting to do?" Any trace of fear had left the man's voice, it was steady though weak.

"A slight issue with condensing it back down into a liquid I hoped you would be able to help?"

Frederick's eyes slid from the machine and back to the redheaded lady. He knew who she was the moment she had stepped into view. Her nudity had thrown him, her machinery even more so the scientist of old had woken up and began plotting calculations and times...then the woman had mentioned liquid and it had frozen Fredericks heart, "Liquid? You wish to inject this?"

Ivy gave out a loud laugh and placed one warm hand on Fredericks shoulder, "Inject it? That would be madness. No I want to make it airborne, better dispersion rates as an aerosol I'm sure you agree?"

Frederick eyes widen in horror, this was not some simple compound to make one person compliant but a mass of people in one go. "I do not want any part in this," In his horror he turned to walk away, he felt hands grab his arms, only when he looked down the hands that held him were in fact creepers. The two men smirked at the doctor then walked off leaving him alone with Poison Ivy.

The man was lifted from his feet by a few inches then rotated so that he faced Ivy again. The man was breathing heavily and tried to work his arms loose but to no avail. "I must assure you that the benefits of working for me outweigh the negatives." Ivy said as she approached the man again, now eye level with herself, her hands rested on his heaving chest.

"You are a vile woman, a terrorist and a murderer," Frederick shouted out.

Ivy's hands moved from Frederick's chest to his stomach pausing for a moment, "I can be very persuasive," her hands continued down to his belt and worked at the buckle. Frederick fought harder crying out in desperation as his trousers then underwear were pulled down. Ivy cupped his testicles, "This won't hurt doctor," Ivy's other hand closed around the semi-erect penis and slowly began to work it back and forth.

The man's struggles lessened as his cock grew erect with the attention. He was still terrified but he was not sure what of now, "Whatever you are planning..." Ivy silenced him with one finger on his lips. Frederick gave out a loud gasp as Ivy's mouth enveloped his hard cock down to its grey haired root.

Ivy worked him slowly, running her tongue along the length of his cock as she lifted her head, holding his cock head delicately between her teeth and working the head and hole with her tongue before slipping the whole length with ease back into her mouth. The lipstick she wore was one of her many toxins, there were easier ways of administering it but this tended to prove quite successful. The toxin lowered the will power making the victim more accepting, the blow job made them more willing.

It did not take long for the doctor to start panting heavily, his hips bucking as Ivy sped up. She stopped suddenly and looked up at the good doctor, "Do I have your attention now?" her smile spread across her face, "This is only the start for you and me,"

The doctor groaned his hips pushing back and forth making his saliva covered cock brush against Ivy's cheek. "I will...." The doctor took a deep breath, "I will..." A single tear rolled down his face and Ivy knew she had lost, "I will NEVER work for a whore like you," the doctor spat out.

Ivy had expected this to be easier, that had been her mistake one she would not make again. A creeper lazily made its way along the ground, its tip curled around a thin cylinder. It uncurled as it reach Ivy and dropped the cylinder into her waiting hand. Ivy applied a shocking red lipstick to her full lips, "If that's how you feel doctor, let me give you a parting gift." And with that she engulfed his still hard cock again. She squeezed his testicles painfully and tugged her mouth working back and forth with speed on his shaft, the lipstick smearing as it went. Ivy felt him tense, heard that unmistakeable gasp, and her mouth released his cock at the last second.

Even Ivy gasped as Fredericks cock twitched sending a large load of cum across her chest and breasts, it was thick and warm but after the first explosion the rest dribbled feebly from him a string of it connecting one hard nipple to his cock head. Already Ivy could see her last toxin darkening the skin on his withering cock. A sudden cry escaped Frederick's mouth, his arms reached forward to grab at his groin but the creepers held him firmly in place.

"I take it he declined your offer?" Harley said stepping into the room, her eyes more interested in her lover than the soon to be dead man. Harley's hand went eagerly to the thick mess that had spattered across Ivy and she smeared the already cooling cum into her pale green skin then moving in bigger arks to take in her heavy breasts and hard nipples.

Frederick's cock had now swollen to twice its girth and had turned an ugly bruised colour that now continued to spread across his hips and up his stomach. He cried out in pain, his body trying to double over but unable to as the creepers held him up straight. Ivy stared into the man's eyes as death began to take hold; she paid no attention to Ivy as her tongue worked across her cum smeared breasts, taking each nipple in turn into her mouth.

By the time Frederick gave his last choked breath the lower part of his body had become swollen and black. Ivy gently placed her hand on Ivy's chin lifting her head upwards and away from her breasts, she wanted nothing more than to let Harley fuck her but that would have to wait. "I have another name for you this one should be more amenable." The creepers carried off the corpse of Frederick Zimm, Harley watched as the creepers bent the body snapping the spine with ease, she knew what was coming but still her mouth dropped open as a large mouth appeared in the canopy of leaves, the body was fed in and the mouth shut slowly.