Batgirl, girl

Batgirl had just regained consciousness. Batman was dead, but so were Alfred and the entire Bat-family, in that horrific explosion as she was about to warn them. The shock had knocked her ****. Now she was wearing a dog collar. She felt a hand lift her head, pulling her hair back.

- Ah, my little female dog is awake. I'm going to have some fun with you. This little collar will neutralize your will. I'm going to humiliate you at will. A little gift from Scarecrow. You'll like it. We'll share you with everyone you helped thwart. A demented laugh punctuated the situation.

She shuddered, realizing it was the Joker's voice. It was him, always him, and she was in his hands. Moreover, she felt her will crumble second by second.

She shuddered as she realized it was the Joker's voice, it was him, always him, and she was in his hands. She could feel her will crumbling with each passing second.

The Joker's fingers slid along her jaw, his filthy nails leaving streaks of grime on her damp skin. She wanted to grind her teeth, but her jaw wouldn't respond—the collar emitted a low hum, pulsing against the back of her neck like a mechanical heart.

"Can you feel that, sweetheart?" he murmured, tilting his head, his fetid breath brushing her lips. "Each pulse... a little piece of Batgirl flying away. You're going to become our little female dog."

His fingers curled around the collar, tightening just enough for the cold metal to bite into her skin. A shiver ran through her body as the buzzing intensified, like a vicious wave of heat drowning her thoughts.

- Tell me you love me, that you desire me, kiss me with the passion of a female dog for her dominant master.

He pressed his hideous lips to hers, and yet with each passing second she fell into a mad passion for this monster.

She moaned involuntarily, her lips responding to the vile kiss as the collar pulsed harder. A damp heat flooded her crotch, betraying her body as her mind still struggled weakly.

The Joker's hooked fingers slid down her neck, lingering on the rapid throbbing of her carotid artery. "Ohhh, you like that, don't you?" he sneered, biting her lower lip.

Batgirl's body arched involuntarily as the Joker's tongue dug into her lips, a chemical, mad taste filling her mouth. The collar's vibrations intensified, sending electric shocks of pleasure and pain down her spine, making her toes curl inside her boots.

"Mmh... such a good little female dog," the Joker purred against her mouth, his free hand sliding to squeeze her breast through the Kevlar. The fabric ripped beneath his grip as he twisted her cruelly, eliciting a muffled moan.

She felt her thoughts dissolve, each pulsation of the collar replacing its resistance with a liquid warmth.

"Take off your clothes and give me the best striptease," he said, throwing himself onto the sofa, grabbing a tub of popcorn, and watching her, mesmerized.

Batgirl's fingers trembled as they reached the zipper of her costume, each movement becoming an agonizing struggle. The collar vibrated more intensely, a sadistic purr against her skin, as she slowly pulled the zipper down. The Kevlar slid off her shoulders with a wet rustle, revealing shreds of torn fabric where the Joker's claws had left their mark earlier.

The zipper descended further, revealing the damp skin of her throbbing belly. Her fingers trembled against the fabric clinging to her hips, each inch uncovered a torment of **** obedience. The collar vibrated hypnotically now, its pulses synchronized with the frantic beating of her heart.

She pivoted slowly, as if under the control of an invisible puppeteer, her boots tracing clumsy circles on the filthy floor.

Now she only wanted to please her master; she was naked except for her mask and thigh-high boots.

- Good little female dog, you've earned your lollipop.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. She threw herself to the floor, rushing to his knees, which struck the ground with a dull thud as her trembling hands closed around the Joker's thighs. A pungent odor of sweat and madness caught in her throat, but the collar pulsed, transforming her disgust into humiliating excitement. Her tongue slowly emerged between her swollen lips, tracing a moist path along his engorged penis.

- Tell me you love me, that you desire me, kiss me with the passion of a female dog for her dominant master.

He pressed his hideous lips to hers, and yet with each passing second she fell into a mad passion for this monster.

She moaned involuntarily, her lips responding to the vile kiss as the collar pulsed more intensely. A moist heat flooded her groin, betraying her body as her mind still struggled weakly.

The Joker's hooked fingers slid along her neck, lingering on the rapid throbbing of her carotid artery. "Ohhh, you like that, don't you?" he sneered, nibbling at her lower lip.

Batgirl's body arched involuntarily as the Joker's tongue sank into her lips, a chemical taste of madness filling her mouth. The collar's vibrations intensified, sending electric shocks of pleasure and pain down her spine, making her toes curl inside her boots.

"Mmm... such a good little female dog," the Joker purred against her mouth, his free hand sliding to squeeze her breast through the Kevlar. The fabric creaked beneath his grip as he twisted her cruelly, eliciting a muffled moan.

She felt her thoughts dissolve, each pulse of the collar replacing its resistance with liquid warmth.

"Take off your clothes and give me the best striptease," he said, throwing himself onto the sofa, grabbing a tub of popcorn, and gazing at her, mesmerized.

Batgirl's fingers trembled as they reached for the zipper of her costume, each movement a futile struggle. The collar vibrated louder, like a sadistic purr against her skin, as she slowly pulled the zipper down. The Kevlar slid off her shoulders with a wet rustle, revealing shreds of torn fabric where the Joker's claws had marked her earlier.

The zipper slid lower, revealing the damp skin of her heaving belly. Her fingers trembled against the fabric clinging to her hips, each exposed inch a torment of **** obedience. The collar vibrated at a hypnotic rhythm now, its pulses synchronized with the frantic beating of her heart.

She pivoted slowly, as if under the control of an invisible puppeteer, her boots tracing clumsy circles on the filthy floor.

Now she only wanted to please her master; she was naked except for her mask and thigh-high boots.

- Good little female dog, you've earned your lollipop.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. She threw herself to the floor, rushing to his knees, which thudded as her trembling hands closed around the Joker's thighs. A pungent odor of sweat and madness caught in her throat, but the collar pulsed, transforming her disgust into humiliating excitement. Her tongue slowly emerged between her swollen lips, tracing a moist path along his engorged penis.

Her tongue pressed against his damp skin, making slow, wet circles around his hardened member. The acrid taste of his sweat made me wince, but the collar vibrated immediately, transforming her repulsion into burning submission. Her lips wrapped around him with increasing docility, each pulse of the collar erasing a little more of her resistance.

The Joker let out a raucous laugh, his fingers digging into my hair to guide my movements.

“Take off your mask before we continue. We’ll send the video to your father,” she smiled, pointing to a camera on a tripod that was filming everything.

Batgirl’s trembling fingers rose toward her mask, the pads of her gloves brushing against the damp fabric clinging to her face. The collar vibrated more violently, like a warning, as she caught the edge of the mask with a fingernail. A muffled tear, the last bastion of her identity ripped away, and her auburn curls fell haphazardly over her bare shoulders.

The camera blinked a merciless red eye. Batgirl resumed her work on the Joker’s penis. She no longer remembered why she was crying when she was so happy to be giving pleasure to the master.

Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as her lips worked with mechanical fervor, each movement synchronized with the pulsations of the collar. The camera recorded every detail—the contraction of his throat as he thrust deeper, the shivers that ran through his damp skin, the blank expression in his eyes, heavy with chemical pleasure.

The Joker stroked his cheek possessively, the other holding his phone to capture the moment.

- Yes, yes, you do it so well, Batman must be pleased. You're talented, little Bat-Whore.

Tears continued to trickle down her chin, mingling with the saliva that glistened on her parted lips. The Joker moaned with pleasure, digging his fingers deeper into her hair, pulling roughly to **** her throat open wider. A wave of nausea shook Batgirl, but the collar vibrated instantly, transforming her initial reaction of disgust into meek submission.

Her eyelashes trembled as she looked up at him, her gaze clouded with chemical obedience, her nostrils quivered at the onslaught of his musky scent, each breath filling her lungs with the aroma of domination. The collar activated with a low hum, sealing her submission as her lips tightened around him with the precision of a well-trained ****. A thin stream of silvery saliva slid down her chin as he arched his back to better penetrate her **** throat.

Tears blurred her vision as her jaws widened to accommodate every inch of throbbing flesh. The collar emitted a continuous hum now, electrifying every nerve in her submissive body. One of the Joker's hands closed around the nape of her neck, the dirty nail scratching her damp skin as he drove it deeper, until her scarlet lips met the hairy base.

Batgirl's muffled moan resonated against his flesh, the vibrations of her constricted throat sending waves of pleasure through the Joker's body. His fingers tightened in her auburn hair, tugging harder as a final spasm rippled through her. She felt the salty explosion fill her mouth, the collar vibrating to prevent any reflex to pull away. Her dilated pupils reflected the instant her identity dissolved into chemical obedience, as she swallowed with small, submissive gasps.

The Joker pulled his hand from her hair with a wet sound, leaving a final trail of silvery saliva on her swollen lips. Batgirl remained kneeling, her knees bruised by the cold concrete, her ragged breath heaving her chest with each trembling inhale. The collar emitted a low hiss, reminding her to keep her eyes fixed on her master, her dilated pupils reflecting the harsh glare of the camera.

The Joker kissed her cruelly, his tongue tasting his own semen in Batgirl's mouth with an obscene, gleeful look. He finally broke the kiss with a wet smack, leaving Batgirl gasping, her mouth slightly open and glistening. Semen trickled down her neck and breasts. The Joker was at the height of his satisfaction.

The Joker took a step back, surveying his handiwork with obscene satisfaction. His lipstick-stained fingers brutally seized Batgirl's chin, forcing her face to turn toward the relentless lens.

- Look closely at the camera, my little bat, he murmured, his hoarse voice rising above the buzzing of the collar. Your father will love this close-up. Give Daddy a kiss and say 'I love you, Daddy,' while smearing yourself with my semen.

Batgirl's trembling lips parted in a submissive, baby-toothed smile, her pupils dilated by chemical submission. She let the semen drip from her mouth, mixing it with her saliva, and obeyed her master as obscenely as possible.

A pearly trail slid down her chin, tracing a shimmering path across her damp skin before settling in the hollow of her collarbone. With her fingers, she began to smear it over her breasts, her chest, her neck, then, turning to the camera, she whispered these words.

- I love you, Daddy.

Batgirl's voice trembled, hoarse and shaky, as her fingers traced shimmering streaks across her collarbone, her breasts, the curve of her stomach. The Joker's laughter crackled like static electricity in her ears, his fingers clenching possessively in her hair as he **** her face closer to the lens.

"Again," he hissed, his thumb pressing against her lower lip, splitting it further. "Harder. Let Commissioner Gordon feel it." He spat in her face several times.

Her throat tightened at the taste—salty, coppery, and chemically sweet. The Joker's saliva mingled with the sticky trails already glistening on Batgirl's flushed cheeks, each wet impact making her moan. Her tongue instinctively flicked out to catch a drop at the corner of her mouth, a purely reflexive movement before the collar's electric vibration punished her for acting without permission. Her back arched violently, her chest heaving with the waves of current coursing through her spine.

- Ha-ha, my little one," the Joker said, gripping her hair tighter to still her convulsing body. "You don't lick without my permission. His free hand slid along.