Not well

The thug who had grabbed her arms earlier finally lets Barbara go, and she immediately curls into a ball and covers herself with her hands. Some of the men laugh, and before she really realizes what is happening she notices that’s suddenly all of the men have made a circle around her. “Y-you heard him!” Barbara yells in as commanding a voice as she can muster, “touch me and h—” One of the thug’s interrupts her, “he’ll cut our balls off if you leave this room no longer a Virgin,” he tells her, “he didn’t say shit about not touching you.”

A thug walks up to her, hand reaching out in hopes to grab her, but instinctively Barbara sweeps his legs out from under him with a kick and then she grabs his arm as his face hits the ground and twists it, causing him to scream as bones cracking fill the room. Barbara, now holding the thug down by his arm and sitting on top of him, is left with her breasts completely exposed, causing some of the men to cheer. Others to take pictures. “Don’t touch me!” Barbara yells, which causes some of the men to laugh.

“Just because your cop daddy gave you self defense classes doesn’t mean you can take us all on,” a thug says.

“Yeah!” another yells, agreeing.

One thug points a gun at her, “get off of him and let go of his arm, you’re ours bitch.”

Barbara frowns, and then stands up and gets off of him. The thug with a gun walks up to her, a hungry expression on his face, and then he roughly grabs one of her breasts. “These are nice,” he tells her, grabbing the other one, “very nice.” He then looks over at the other men, “we can’t just let this bitch get away with breaking his arm,” he tells the men, “so what should we do with her.”

“How about we each get to smack that sweet ass of hers,” a thug yells over the others. The one with a gun smirks, “perfect.” He then looks at batgirl, get on your hands and knees, “we’re each going to take turns spanking you like the whore you are, you got that?” Barbara nods, a defeated look as she complied and gets on her hands and knees.

“Alright boys, get in line,” the one with the gun orders.

The first smack causes Barbara to gasp and wince at the sudden pain on her rear end. It was harder than her ass has ever been smacked, and she couldn’t imagine ever having her ass smacked so hard. The next one, and then the next one, and the one after that is much the same. Barbara can’t help but be brought to tears from the pain and humiliation, and soon everything is a blur.

She wasn’t sure how long that lasted, but after a while she became aware that she was laying flat on her face, but still on her knees with her ass up in the air. Evidently they had stopped spanking her, and she feels nothing but an intense pain from her ass. She then realized that the men were laughing.

“Not so tough now, are you bitch?!” A thug yells.

She supposed not.