"No, I don't think so."

"No, I don't think so.” I say hungrily as my mouth latches on to her pert young breast, sucking it eagerly. Her vision finally clears enough for Batgirl to see that her costume was ripped open with a large man looming over her, molesting her exposed body. Driving my finger into her tight teen cunt, I pump it into her as I probe the walls of her pussy.

Batgirl screams feeling my mouth on her nipples and fingers driving into her tight cunt. She tries to stop me and pull away but the pain shooting through her body is too much. Feeling my tongue licking and swirling over her nipple, she tries not to groan even as her nipple grows hard in response to my touch.

Pressing my palm and pushing it over her clit, I slide my middle finger in and out of her slit. I release her breast long enough to look up at my cellphone. "Smile for the camera, Batgirl.” I chuckle before driving a second finger into her cunt to join the first.

Batgirl’s hard nipples were so sensitive, her body trembles in response to my tongue. She feels numb as the mix of pain and pleasure merge together. Looking up, her eyes widen in horror at the camera. "N-no stop, please. I- ohh...” She moans as the second finger slips inside her. "Cut it out... when I get free...”

"By the time you get free, I'll be long gone. And all of Gotham... no, the world will know how to handle you.” I say before clamping back down onto her tit, sucking and squeezing it in my grasp. My long fingers plunge themselves deep inside her, finger-fucking Batgirl as I bury them to the base of my knuckle.

Batgirl groans, desperately trying not to moan from me playing with her sensitive tits. Her pussy tightens around my fingers despite her protests. "W-what are you talking about... if I wasn’t... injured..."