Worse still

With her legs bound together and the two large men holding her upper body to keep her from moving, she really could do nothing to stop the older guy from groping her as he pleased. She couldn't see his face and didn't really want to. The two men picked her up so he'd have an easier time as he undid the clasps that held her jacket closed. With that done he made short of her green undershirt with a pocket knife that he hadn't revealed yet. Now, with only her black sports bra between her front torso and the outside air, she began to realize how cold Gotham was tonight. Her nipples quickly stiffened and stayed that way under the ministrations of the man groping her breasts through the elastic fabric. He quickly made his way down her stomach and his hands found themselves inside her green spandex underwear. She kept her mound shaven because her pubes had distracted her during the training, but now she longed for that small bit of protection that would have been left if she'd chosen to bypass that decision.

She quickly found herself approaching orgasm despite the circumstances, and resented herself for it. This was all her own fault and she couldn't stop any of it from happening now. Her open jacket and cut undershirt baring her front to anyone that may have walked by. The odd old man having a field day groping her bared flesh and intimate regions. It was only after she squirted in her tights with a muffled moan that the situation changed completely.