Seduction of Spoiler 1/2 (Patreon)

Stephanie Brown was hesitant about what she was about to do, but she was out of options. All her leads had turned into dead ends, and the only clues she had that might lead to more information were pointing towards Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. So, she cautiously opened the door to the abandoned garden center that all her sources said the two villainesses were holed up in.

She’d barely made it fifteen feet into the garden center before something wrapped around her ankles, tying them together and making her fall. Her hands flew in front of her, breaking her fall before they too were wrapped up by green tendrils. In a manner of moments, Stephanie’s wrists were bound behind her back and she was hauled into sitting on her heels.

“Ooooh, whatcha got Red?” the familiar voice of Harley Quinn asked as the jester-themed woman stepped out from deeper in the garden center.

“It would seem one of the Bat’s flock found us,” the smooth voice of Poison Ivy floated through the air as she strutted in after Harley.

“I’m not here to bring you in,” Stephanie said, causing the other women to pause. “I’m just here for information: my contacts said you’d be able to point me to…”

Her request was cut off as another vine wrapped around her mouth, forming a gag. The two villainesses stepped closer together, talking too quietly for her to hear their conversation. Stephanie could have slipped out of the vines, but like she’d told them: she was here for information, not a fight. So she let them talk while she sat there.

“Aw come on, Red!” Harley eventually said, walking over to Stephanie and kneeling down next to her. “Jus’ look at ‘er!”

Stephanie blinked, confusion hitting her hard as Harley cupped her cheek in a gentle caress. Her mind raced as the gentle caresses continued and Ivy had a look of contemplation on her face. Finally, Ivy sighed with a look of bemusement, and the vine gagging Stephanie receded.

“Right-o!” Harley said, turning to look at Stephanie. “Here’s the deal cutie: ya let us have a night o’ wicked, lusty lesbo lovin’ wit ya. Then we’ll tell ya everythin’ we know about them Boney Blood sleezes.”

Once again, Stephanie blinked as Harley’s offer ran through her brain. Then her face flushed as she realized what they were asking for. Admittedly, Stephanie had fantasized about the two villainesses a time or two, just like pretty much everyone else with a moderately functional sex drive had. But she’d never given it anything approaching serious consideration. There was something about the offer that made part of her brain scream at her, but the flushed heat racing through her made that part awfully quiet, and getting quieter.

“A-alright,” Stephanie agreed. It had been a long time since she’d gotten any relief, and it wasn’t like they’d done anything recently, right?

“Glad we could come to an agreement, darling,” Ivy purred, all but stalking closer to Stephanie and Harley. “Now, why don’t you show us what we will be enjoying tonight?”

The warm, almost lusty haze going through her mind made it take a moment, but Stephanie felt herself blush when she realized what Ivy was asking. Slowly, Stephanie brought her arms up (when did Ivy let them go?) and began releasing the clasps and buckles that held her armored costume together. Harley and Ivy both watched intensely, as bit by bit Stephanie stripped. First was the cape, the clasps easily coming free as they were designed to. After that was her utility belt, the biometrics meaning that Harley and Ivy wouldn’t be able to open it even if they took it.

There wasn’t any rhythm to it, Stephanie had never done anything remotely like a striptease, but the fire burning in the villainesses’ eyes made her feel like she was giving the most erotic display either woman had ever seen. Her underwear wasn’t particularly sexy, a gray sports bra and matching shorts, but the way Harley licked her lips as Stephanie slid out of the top of her bodysuit…

“Breathe, Little Bat,” Ivy’s voice pierced the haze that had clouded Stephanie’s mind. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. Then did so, taking in deep breaths, smelling the mixed perfumes of Harley and Ivy, and her head cleared enough for Stephanie to focus.

“I’ve… never done anything like this,” Stephanie said as she stood up, the vines that had been holding her ankles together sliding away.

“Ya say tha’ like it’s a bad thing. Blondie, it makes ya more adorable an’ enticing than ya already were!” Harley said as she wiped the back of her hand against the edge of her mouth.

Stephanie swallowed again, before reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. Bringing her hands in front of her, she held her bra to her chest and took several deep breaths to try to calm her racing heart. Taking one last breath in and holding it, Stephanie looked at Harley and Ivy’s faces before her fingers curled, gripping her bra tightly, and pulling her arms down to her lap. Leaving her breasts exposed to the eyes of two of Gotham City’s most infamous super villainesses.

Stephanie’s breasts weren’t as big as either Harley or Ivy’s (though that was hardly a fair comparison), but the amount of exercise she did and the muscle she’d gained as a result meant that they were firm, perky, and gravity defying on her chest.

Harley wiped her mouth again and muttered, “Gawd I wanna suck those so bad.”

Stephanie’s cheeks burned; she let out the breath she’d been holding before standing up, the torso of her bodysuit pooling around her hips. Her fingers unclasped the buckles on her boots and she kicked them off. Glancing again at her… informants? Harley was sitting with her legs folded, an eager expression on her face like a kid on Christmas morning, while Ivy had a wide, vacant look in her eyes as they roamed up and down Stephanie’s body.

Swallowing again, Stephanie hooked her fingers into the pooled waistline of her bodysuit and began to push it down, the kevlar weave stretching over the athletic, toned form of her hips, ass, and thighs to fall down around her calves. She stepped out of the bundle of fabric, forcing her arms to remain at her sides as she stood, dressed only in her mask and her plain gray exercise panties, her body with its criss-cross of scars exposed to Harley and Ivy.

The two moved in unison, all but prowling up to Stephanie. Harley, being closer, reached her first, her lips forming a seal around her belly button while her tongue traced the outside. Her left hand reached up to gently fondle Stephanie’s right breast, while her right hand slipped into her gray panties. Ivy turned Stephanie’s head to face her, the green skinned woman’s fingers lacing themselves through her blonde locks, and pulled her into a kiss.

The kiss was forceful, far more so than any Stephanie had ever had, Ivy’s tongue delving into her mouth and wrapping around her own. Stephanie moaned, her lips and mouth tingling with warm jolts of pleasure, even as similar sparks shot through her from where Harley was groping her and sucking on her skin. Even with the deluge of arousal, Stephanie managed to remain aware enough to notice Ivy reaching up to the clasps that held her mask on.

Stephanie’s hands came up, grabbing Ivy’s wrists before she could remove the mask. Ivy broke the kiss, making Stephanie moan in disappointment. A smile that managed to be amused, smug, and comforting all at the same time graced Ivy’s dark green lips, before she spoke, her voice flowing through the air like the sweetest summer honey.

“Relax, Little Bat. We have no interest in outing you to the world,” Ivy cooed, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on her lips. To Stephanie, it both lasted a seeming eternity and ended far, far too soon. “We simply desire to see your face twisted with the pleasure that only we can bring you.”

Stephanie’s blue eyes, half fogged over with lust, met with Ivy’s pine green ones. Even through the haze covering them, the nervous fear running through Stephanie was plain to see, even as she stammered out, “My… my dad…”

“Shh…” Ivy hushed, pressing a single finger to Stephanie’s lips. “Your outside relations are irrelevant. What matters is you, here and now. Your breasts,” Harley pinched the nipple of Stephanie’s breast, making her gasp, “your skin,” Harley’s tongue dipped into Stephanie’s belly button, “your lovely cunt,” a finger sliding along her core, “your lips,” Ivy traced the lines of Stephanie’s mouth with the finger that had shushed her before sliding it in, “all. Of. You.”

Stephanie’s back arched, her muscles tensing as she came, pleasure flooding her as the rising tensions snapped. A throaty moan raced from her, through the finger she continued to suck even in her mind wracking orgasm. Her walls slammed down on the single finger inside her, rippling and writhing along the delicate length invading, searching her depths. Beads of sweat glistened along the curves of her breasts, her collarbone, her stomach, her legs. After a few scarce minutes that felt like millennia, Stephanie collapsed, her weight supported by a few plants under Ivy’s control.

Ivy smiled, reaching down to the panting Stephanie and unclasping the latches on her mask before pulling it off. Harley lifted her head from Stephanie’s navel and, with a cheeky, lustful grin, swiftly pulled her panties down her fit, toned legs, leaving Stephanie completely bare to the two villainesses.

“I dunno ‘bout you, Red,” Harley said as she looked down at the flushed, sweat glistening heroine. “But I’m feelin’ a bit overdressed.”

“Indeed,” Ivy said with a smokey, sultry purr as the vines under her control carried Stephanie deeper into the garden center. “Before we get too far ahead of ourselves, do you have a preference for how we start?”

“Ya mean more than we already have?” Harley asked with a cackle as she started following the still dazed Stephanie, pulling her t-shirt up over her head as she did so. “Go ahead and do ya thing, I wanna put hickies on her neck and tits that’ll last for months!”

Ivy shook her head, bemusement and fondness filling her as Harley tried to walk and shimmy out of her daisy dukes at the same time, with predictable results. The plant fibers that formed Ivy’s clothes responded to her will, shifting and crawling along her body, coalescing into a strap on and leaving her otherwise naked. Harley followed Ivy, kicking off the soaked panties she’d been wearing and leaving her in just her socks and shoes.

The two entered the room containing the bed they shared, Stephanie laid out across it. Both women paused at the entrance to the bedroom, taking a moment to stare at the vision of beauty that lay before them. Her golden blonde hair fanning out from her head like a halo, her perky, fit breasts rising and falling as she got her breath under control, her long, miles long legs spread across the sheets, drawing both women’s eyes up to the carefully trimmed bush above her glistening wet slit.

“Gawd dayum, are we some lucky bitches,” Harley murmured, drool forming at the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t say this often,” Ivy muttered, her voice containing a hint of distraction even as she sent mental triggers to the plants in the room. Flower buds opened, releasing the pollen within that had taken far too long for Ivy to get the effects exactly as she wanted. “But this was a good idea you had.”

“Course it was. When have I evah had a bad… don’ answer that.”

Nothing else was said as Stephanie lifted her head up to look at the two women as they climbed up onto the bed, then they were upon her.