Delivered to the dogs.

The Joker led her to a metal wall, laid her down, and bound her wrists with metal bracelets—the Bat-Signal he had stolen.

"You're beautiful like this, defiled, but I'm going to defile you with my dogs," he gestured, and his men formed a line.

- Oh no, please, Master, not that.

- Shh, shh, it's to please me. You'll like it and even ask for more.

The collar did its work. Batgirl opened her thighs, inviting the Joker's men to defile her. The first one didn't hesitate. He knelt, lifted her hips, and thrust into her.

A hoarse moan escaped her as the man brutally filled her, her flesh still sensitive from the Joker's ****, burning under this new invasion. Her fingers tightened against the metal handcuffs, the cold metal biting into her wrists as her hips were lifted with each savage thrust.

- Have fun, my dogs, my little female dog is waiting for you. Give her what she wants.

Another man positioned himself at Batgirl's mouth, grabbed her hair, and **** his way down her throat. While the other violated her vagina, it was now her mouth that was being assaulted under the Joker's crazed gaze and laughter.

Batgirl felt the brutal grip of the hands in her hair, preventing her from pulling away as her throat contracted around the intrusion. Her jaw burned, stretched beyond its limits, thick drool dripping down her chin. The man growled above her, each thrust crushing the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat slamming against the swollen penis that was **** her.

As her vagina was mercilessly violated while others prepared to defile her, they took turns.

The Joker's laughter echoed as another man pressed Batgirl against her trembling body, his rough hands gripping her bruised hips. She gasped, her throat tight with the penis filling it, her nostrils flaring with the thick odor of sweat and arousal that filled her sinuses. The man who had violated her vagina came quickly, leaving a trail of semen inside and out of her, as two others presented themselves, their calloused fingers lifting her hips even higher and presenting their penises in perfect harmony.

"Ah! No…" Her protest turned into a muffled gurgle as the man at her mouth thrust deeper, his testicles slapping against her chin. Something thick and blunt pressed against her contracted entrance, saliva and pre-ejaculate lubricating the passage before a brutal thrust **** her forward.

Barbara Gordon's cry turned into a stifled gasp as the man ripped open her anus with a brutal thrust, her burning bowels contracting around the intrusion, while the other penetrated her already soiled vagina as well. The metal of the handcuffs grated beneath her clenched fingers, her knuckles whitening as her body was pulled between the three rapists—throat, vagina, anus—each orifice stretched beyond its limits.

Batgirl's body convulsed like a rag doll, each orifice violently penetrated in a discordant rhythm that made her sway between the three men. Her stretched mouth drooled uncontrollably, a trickle of saliva and male fluids running down her damp neck. The man who was taking her anally groaned, his fingers digging into the bruises on her hips as he spread her wider, the burning anal flesh tearing slightly with each brutal thrust.

Barbara was the plaything of madmen, and their madness was contagious and amplified by the collar. She gasped with pure pain, shame, but also pleasure; her lust was on full display, her hips amplifying their penetrations.

Batgirl's body arched violently as the three men reached their climax almost simultaneously—a searing torrent gushing into her throat, her stretched vagina and rectum. Her insides contracted spasmodically around the pulsing intrusions, each spurt of semen marking its territory in her most intimate recesses with humiliating precision.

The Joker applauded, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with morbid excitement as he moved closer, trailing his fingers along Batgirl's trembling stomach.

When the men withdrew, the Joker, laughing, ordered:

- Next! She's bored. We need to satisfy her. I want everyone on top of my bat-whore.

The Joker bent down, his fetid tongue trailing along Batgirl's dripping cheek as a new wave of men advanced. His trembling fingers clung futilely to the handcuffs, the cold metal biting at his wrists as a fourth **** already gripped her hair in a slimy hold.

"Open wide, bitch..." the man murmured hoarsely, crushing her cheekbones, his warm saliva dripping onto her swollen lips.

For an hour, she no longer knew who was taking her; she was nothing more than their cum receptacle. She was literally overflowing with sperm. The Joker filmed everything, the images broadcast on the internet. The whole world saw her defiled, ****, but the worst part was her submissive behavior, always begging for more.

The Joker kicked Batgirl's trembling thighs apart, revealing the extent of the ****—her swollen genitals dripping with a nauseating mixture of fluids, her gaping anus releasing thick white strands. Another man lunged at her with an animalistic growl, his blackened nails digging into the heroine's bruised hips as he brutally positioned himself inside her.

The man thrust his penis into Batgirl's already overflowing vagina with a bestial groan, the bruised flesh offering a wet resistance before yielding. His filthy fingers dug into the bruises on her hips as he pinned her against the Bat-Signal, the cold metal biting into her back with each savage thrust.

To her left, another **** brutally grabbed her head by the hair, guiding his swollen penis toward her parted lips. Barbara's throat tightened violently under the **** of the invading flesh as the man at her mouth thrust deeper, his pubic hair scratching her nose with each brutal stroke. A taste of salt and iron filled her tongue—clearly pre-ejaculate, she couldn't tell anymore. Her gag reflex had long since vanished, leaving only a numb, wet warmth as he penetrated her deeply.

To her right, another assailant spat in her palm before slamming it against her bruised anus, the sudden, wet slap making her flinch against her bonds.

The man to her right shoved two fingers into her gaping anus with a sneer, his filthy knuckles stretching the exhausted muscle even further. Batgirl moaned softly, her body wracked with uncontrollable tremors as the third **** began pounding into her overflowing vagina, each thrust sending splatters of mixed fluids onto the concrete.

Finally, her anus was completely fisted, pounded like never before, leaving her breathless for an hour. She no longer knew who was taking her; she was nothing more than their cum receptacle. She was literally overflowing with sperm. The Joker filmed everything; the images were broadcast on the internet. The whole world saw her defiled, ****, but the worst part was her submissive behavior, always begging for more.

Her muffled cries mingled with the grunts of the men who were forcing her deeper against the Bat-Signal, the icy metal scraping her skin with each thrust. The attacker's fist twisted slowly inside her, stretching her sphincter as an uncontrollable trickle of saliva ran down her chin.

The attacker's fist plunged deeper, the filthy knuckles scraping the inner walls of her rectum with sadistic slowness. Batgirl gasped, her saliva mixed with semen dripping in thick streams down her chin as her thighs trembled like leaves under the synchronized onslaught.

The man groaned as he thrust his penis all the way down her throat, his testicles slapping against her nose with each thrust. She lost track of how many times he had **** her, defiled her body, cried for mercy, and collapsed into unconsciousness. When she came to, she was alone and exposed, oozing from every orifice. Her arms ached so much, still tied up by her arms. In front of her, a screen was showing her ordeal, which had continued long after she lost consciousness. But the worst part was that she saw the images of those who witnessed her degradation.