Confusion...

Harley groans as she feels my hardness against her satin-covered slit, the other ninjas teasing her sensitive nipples. She couldn't believe her body's reaction—she was getting wet for someone other than her Mr. J. "No, stop it, jerks," she protests weakly, her voice belying her words.

"You had your chance, Ms. Quinn. Now you learn the consequences of your actions." I reply, forcing her skirt up and bunching it around her waist. I wrap her legs around me as I grip her tight ass, pulling her even closer. My crotch rubs against her, my hard cock pressing directly against her slit, the thin material of her panties providing only a slight barrier and minor inconvenience.

Harley bites her lip, her body burning with desire despite her resistance. She can feel her satin panties being tugged and pushed inside her pussy. She moans softly as her body responds to the touch, her juices coating the fabric. "Ohh... no, stop it," she whimpers, her voice breathy.

"You're a young woman, alone at night in a prison city. You will receive the same treatment every other girl trapped here receives." I tug on her panties, pulling them tighter against her slit, the sensation sending sparks through her body. The other ninja's hands continue their ****, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, their touch hungry and demanding. "Tell us to **** you, admit that you need to be taught your proper place."

Reaching down, I free my cock. Harley gasps as the thick, massive length grinds against her wet slit. Her body is on fire, craving release. She's never been in this position before. The only one that’s ever command her before had been Joker, and he certainly didn’t do it like this. The sensation of being dominated, of being at the mercy of strangers, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

I smirk behind my mask, feeling her pussy lips dripping wet, coating my shaft as I rock and grind my length against her. I want to hear her moans, to know that she is losing herself to the pleasure. The other ninja's hands seem to be everywhere, their breath hot on her skin, their touches sending shivers through her. "How many women have your men ****? Have you heard their cries and pleas? Now you'll know how they felt—helpless and fearful, at the mercy of strangers."

Harley squirms, her body betraying her. She _had _heard the cries, watched her men **** countless girls. But now, as the one about to be taken, she feels a strange sense of understanding. She did them a favor.

As Harley is molested, I slide her body up and down the length of my shaft, pushing the head of my cock against her clit. The lips of her pussy are drenched, coating my rod as I torment her further. "Perhaps you would prefer someone you know??” I clear my throat, my accent vanishing.

"A mortal enemy who finally caught you?" I say, my voice suddenly mimicking the Batman's, the likeness completely indistinguishable from the real one. "It's over Harley...”