Batgirl's going to be made an example of.

“Do tell, love,” Poison Ivy said. Batgirl had been dragged into the centre of the room, and Ivy's vine had wound tightly around her body. Despite the panic that was beginning to set in, Barbara couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of compression on her sensitive form.

“We must break her, completely and totally,” Bane announced. “When we're done, we leave the puta for the Bat to find. When he sees what we've done to his woman, he will know there's nothing he can do to protect the ones he loves, or his city!”

Ivy's eyes gleamed with sick enthusiasm for Bane's plan. She embraced her partner in crime.

“An excellent plan,” Ivy smirked. “Poor Batman'll mope for weeks when he sees what we're going to do to you, Batgirl.”

“And when the Bat is weakened, his spirit broken, that is when we strike,” Bane finished.

“He won't stand a chance against the two of us,” Ivy said.

“Put her under. We need to prepare,” Bane commanded. Ivy nodded, moving towards Barbara, but something discarded on the warehouse floor caught her eye first. Crouching the villainess, stopped to pick it up.

As if she knew Batgirl was about to open her mouth, to protest or scream for help, Ivy's vine wound further up Barbara's body, rapidly coiling around her neck, passing over her face, gagging her mouth.

Picking up Batgirl's discarded cowl, Ivy presented it to Bane.

“Here, love. A trophy,” she smiled, as the brute took the unfortunate young vigilante's headgear in his massive hands. It looked pleasingly small and fragile in Bane's mighty grip. “The first of many.”

Bane seemed rather taken by Ivy's gift. Barbara knew enough about the egotistic crimelord that being known as the man who broke Batgirl would be quite the accomplishment in his eyes. Second to something else, no doubt, but he would take it for now.

Redoubling her efforts, Barbara struggled with all her might against Ivy's restraints. It seemed futile however. The vines were tighter than an Arkham Asylum straitjacket.

“It's no use, Batgirl. You get out when I want you out,” Ivy bragged, returning her attention to the captive young woman.

Lowering herself to the ground, Ivy straddled Barbara. The quick flush of arousal Barbara felt from this told her Ivy's pheromones hadn't quite worn off yet. Or perhaps they had, but had affected the chemistry of her brain a little. It wasn't without precedent, Ivy's various toxins had been known to have occasional side effects on those lucky enough to survive contact with her.

As the curvaceous green-skinned beauty leaned forward, bringing her face close to Barbara's, the length of vine gagging her mouth came away instantly on it's mistress' orders.

Once again, Ivy planted a kiss on Barbara, her supremely kissable lips dripping with a heavy sedative. Unlike their last makeout session, Ivy kept this one relatively short, something Barbara found herself more ambivalent to than she might have expected.

Even so, when Ivy broke away from her, Barbara was already struggling to remain conscious.

“I wouldn't fight it, Batgirl,” Ivy advised. “Something tells me you'll be glad of a little rest.” Isley turned her gaze up to her partner as she finished her sentence. Bane was watching intently, his cock rock hard once again.

-

Barbara groggily came to. Unfortunately for her, the fact she quickly noticed she was still naked and bound, this time on a rainy rooftop, dispelled any comforting thoughts that everything beforehand had been an erotic fantasy as she'd slept off a long night on patrol in the Clocktower.

“I think the bitch is comin' to!” A voice, from somewhere behind Barbara, and a familiar one at that. It wasn't Bane or Ivy, but rather one of the thugs who had apprehended her in the warehouse.

“Flip her!” Another one urged him. Sure enough, Barbara soon felt a hand on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back.

Now that she wasn't face down on the floor, Barbara could get a good look at her surroundings, and her captors.

She was on a nondescript rooftop. Going by the height of the surrounding buildings, they were only two or three stories up. A good distance off to the southeast was the illuminated monolith that was Wayne Tower, a handy landmark when navigating Gotham via the rooftops. Judging by it's position, they weren't that far from the warehouse she'd been captured in.

The armed men were the focus of Barbara's more immediate attention, however. They numbered four, all armed, all wearing heavy coats to fend off the rain, a kindness they hadn't thought to extend to Barbara.

Without her gadgets, the only way off the roof was via the stairs. Even untied, getting past four thugs packing heat would be a tall order, and Batgirl still felt weakened from Ivy's seductive sedative.

Unfortunately for Barbara, while she had been eyeing up a way out, her captors had been focusing their attention on her. Going by the bulges in their pants, their prospects were a hell of a lot brighter.

“This little slut broke my arm back when I was working for Joker,” one of the men, a heavyset black, mentioned, as he rubbed his crotch. “**** is gonna be sweet!”

“Nice to see you again, Batbabe,” the thug who had taken a very “hands-on” role in capturing Barbara earlier tonight said, looming over her and giving her a grin full of gold teeth. “Love the new look. Ya look way better in your birthday suit than you do in black latex!”

Barbara would've spat at him, had her mouth been ungagged.

“Didn't I tell ya we'd get to party eventually?” he continued. “The boss, bosses I guess I should say, have got something special in store for ya. While they're getting ready, we're your entertainment.” The gold-toothed, tattooed crook told her. Barbara honestly couldn't believe Bane had allowed someone so scuzzy to join his crew. He was rumoured to only take the best.

“Okay, boys. Bane wants her left in one piece, but apart from that, we can do whatever we want to the Batbitch!” the ringleader told his men.

They didn't exactly need any encouragement. The group fished out their cocks, which were uniformly thick, long and uncut and made towards Batgirl. Barbara steeled herself for what was to come.

The vines binding her in place were severed in an matter of seconds, one of Bane's men sliding a knife down Barbara's side. It seemed he wasn't as skilled with a blade as Ivy was, as he nicked Barbara, giving her a shallow cut along her hip and thigh. Barbara had had worse, but it still drew a wince from her.

With the vines gone, Barbara was free to resist. She tried her hardest, but Bane's men were too numerous, too close, they were bigger and stronger. She kicked her legs, but they grabbed them, her punches, coming from an unworkable position, practically bounced off their coats. Before long, one of them held her arms behind her back, while another lay down on the ground, his cock curving upwards. Barbara grimaced, knowing what was coming as the other three hoisted her into the air...

She was brought down on the thug's cock. He entered her pussy quickly and painfully. Barbara groaned, but it wasn't from pleasure this time. Unlike when Bane fucked her from behind, Barbara had the misfortune of looking this one right in the eyes, she could see the look of carnal aggression on his face as he thrust up into her. He was smaller than his boss, but as he fucked Barbara roughly, it seemed he wished to make up for that with speed.

Eventually, the goon set aside his firearm, deciding that grabbing Barbara's hips and ass was more important.

Parting Barbara's asscheeks, the thug revealed to his comrades a very enticing sight: Batgirl's currently unmolested butthole.

“C'mon guys!” he called out. “Find out if the rest of her holes feel as good as the cunt's cunt!”

It was practically a race to be the one to fuck Batgirl's ass. One lucky criminal dropped to his knees before the vigilante first, and made to claim his prize.

Guiding his cock towards Barbara's tight pucker, he probed it with the already pulsing head of his prick.

“Shit, she's tight!” the criminal noted, his voice a touch higher than normal. “I think she's an anal virgin!”

“How's that possible? If I were Batman, I'd be banging this tight piece of ass every night!” the man in Barbara's pussy opined. “Huh, I guess the rumors about Batman and Robin must be true after all!”

The group of men all shared a laugh at that.

“Well, is it, Batgirl?” the thug pounding her ass asked her, grabbing Barbara's long ginger hair and yanking it back. “You ever watch 'em at it?”

Batgirl kept her mouth shut. Internally, Bane's mens' constant demeaning of her and her allies made her want to reach for one of their discarded weapons and see how funny they found a round or two in the chest. But, she reminded herself, that wasn't the Batman way. She needed to find another way out of her predicament.

Footsteps splashing in the puddles in front of her alerted Barbara to another goon, eager to join in the fun. It was the ringleader.

“Room for one more, Batgirl?” the gold-toothed criminal asked, waving his thick, veiny cock in front of the vigilante's face.

He obviously wasn't interested in waiting for an answer. Seizing a grip on Barbara's hair from his subordinate, the thug brought Batgirl's head down, impaling her mouth on his waiting prick.

“Yeah, that's it,” he cooed, as he roughly fucked her face. When you had spent as much time in Blackgate as he had, the chance to mouthrape an attractive teen vigilante was a dream come true.

Barbara soon found herself deepthroating him, her nose pressed up against his pubes. Being so close to the thug was just as much an **** on her sense of smell as it was on her mouth.

“Hey, what am I supposed to do?” the black thug who hadn't been lucky enough to get a hole asked.

“What am I, your fuckin' babysitter? Make her jerk you off!” the leader responded, all the while still smashing Barbara's face down on his crotch as he spoke.

“Screw that! No one else here had to settle for a hand!” the ex-Joker acolyte protested. They way they squabbled over the right to different parts of her body, like she was a Thanksgiving turkey, made Barbara nauseous.

“No one else stuck around watching,” his comrade, the one currently availing himself of Batgirl's asshole, countered.

“Look man, why don't you let me share her mouth?” the thug, eager to get his dick wet, pleaded.

“Alright, fine. If it'll get you to stop bitching,” the gold-toothed crook conceded. He jostled to the left a bit, allowing his friend to join him in front of Batgirl.

If Barbara had been capable of it at the moment, she would've gulped. The black guy was just as well endowed as his fellow gang members. She'd never taken two cocks at once before, she didn't think she was that kind of girl. Evidently, Bane's men thought differently.

As a form of twisted foreplay, the black guy took his baseball bat of a johnson in hand, and delivered a few rough cockslaps to Barbara's cheek with it.

“Like that, bitch? My arm healed up real nice, didn't it?” he asked, bringing his meat down hard on Batgirl's face once again.

As he guided himself into Barbara's already-occupied mouth, he loosed a groan of approval.

If she had thought one girthy prick in her mouth had been a tight fit, Barbara soon found out that it was nothing compared to two. The invading members fought for dominance in her mouth, stretching her just as far as she would go.

For the next few minutes, the criminals continued to **** the unfortunate vigilante, pumping her supple teen body as hard as they could. The only sounds were falling rain, the heavy breathing of the crooks, and Barbara's own grunts and groans of protest and dismay, which were somewhat muffled by the sheer amount of cock in her throat.

The black guy was the first to cum, seizing Barbara tightly by the hair before shooting his foul-tasting load down her throat.

His comrades followed soon after, emptying their balls into Batgirl's pussy and ass. The young crimefighter had never felt so much cum inside her.

Soon, only the ringleader remained, jerking himself off to an impending finish right before Barbara's eyes.

Barbara was grateful to have her mouth unoccupied, to be able to properly catch her breath. Although, as the thug in front of her worked his throbbing cock, she realized she was about to trade one indignity for another.

“Yeah, come on you little bitch...” he muttered, growing closer and closer to orgasm. “Gonna paint your face whiter than Harley Quinn's...”

A few seconds later, and Barbara's face was painted with criminal's cum. The gold-toothed bastard loosed an appreciative groan to go with his massive ropes of cum. He shot so much he was almost true to his word, it was like he had abstained for days on end, on the off-chance he'd get to give Batgirl a massive facial.

“Heh,” one of Bane's men chuckled behind her. “You sure know how to show fellas a good time, Batgirl!”

“Anyone carrying their phone?” another asked. “Maybe we've got time to take a few pics?”