Batgirl - The New 69

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As the alarm sounded Barbara's eyes snapped open. Years of working as a crimefighter, both actively running across the rooftops and passively sitting behind a computer screen, had honed her ability to wake in an instant and be ready for anything. Her body tried to lift itself out of the bed and spring into action, but Stephanie seemed to have other ideas.

"Umm... Spoiler, do you mind?" Babs said peevishly, taking hold of the younger girl's thigh and moving it aside. Her little apprentice had come over the night before along with an old acquaintance visiting from out of town and what had started out as a sparring session had ended up as a completely different style of wrestling.

Wriggling her hips carefully, trying not to disturb Nightwing's sleep, Barbara carefully slid his dick out of her ass, where he'd put it several times the night before until they'd both finally fallen asleep with exhaustion. Stephanie was another matter, one of her thighs had served as a surprisingly comfortable pillow for the night, but the young blonde's pussy was right in front of Barbara's face and there was no way of getting away from it without the girl moving at least a little.

Reaching up Barbara pressed her finger against the Spoiler's clit, while at the same time jamming her thumb into the girl's tight, wet hole. With a yelp Stephanie was suddenly fully awake, and a moment later Barbara felt the slut's hips grinding against her hand.

"Hey, enough of that. I've got work to do," Babs told her friend sternly, pulling her thumb out and licking it clean as Spoiler pouted and spread her legs apart just wide for Batgirl to crawl out from between them.

"Spoilsport," Stephanie moaned, before spotting Nightwing's dick inches from her face. Babs laughed as the kinky little slut began to suck life back into her friend's prick, while at the same time starting to finger her experienced young cumdump at the same time.

Stepping into the bathroom Babs headed for the shower, quickly using the nozzle to clean out as much of Dick's cum from inside her pussy and ass as she could. Not that it would matter to Bruce, he never bothered to pay enough attention to her athletic young body to make the state of her crotch of any importance, but still, best to be prepared Batgirl thought with a hopeful smile.

By the time she got back to the bedroom Nightwing was awake and sitting up, his hands holding Spoiler's head steady as it bobbed back and forth enthusiastically in his lap. "Heading out on patrol?" he asked casually, as if the blonde's blowjob wasn't quite doing the trick. His eyes wandered down Barbara's body as she let her towel drop to the floor and flicked the switch to open the wall panel and take out her batsuit.

"Not tonight," she replied, turning her back on her friend as she bent over and pulled her boots up her shapely legs, spreading her thighs apart just enough to give a teasing glimpse of her freshly shaved crotch. She knew exactly what she was doing to Batman's old protege, and by the sound of the hungry moan she heard coming from his direction she knew it was working. "The Old Guy has a special assignment for me."

Turning around Barbara pulled her gloves into place before snapping on her belt and lowering the cowl over her face. "Well, what do you think?" She asked, striking a cheesecake pose for Nightwing to admire.

Letting out a deep groan Dick thrust his hips up into Spoiler's mouth before holding himself there for a moment. After a pause he dropped back down with a satisfied sigh and looked over at Batgirl critically. "I think you may have forgotten something he said, waving down towards police commissioner's daughter's half naked body, "but don't let that stop you from coming over here and joining us."

"Hey," Stephanie exclaimed, lifting her head up out of Dick's lap as she wiped a drip of his cum off her chin and licked her finger clean. "If the girl has work to do let's not get in her way. Besides, she's still three points ahead of me." Leaning back the young mother reached down with both hands, one moving around her waist to finger her anus while the other spread her slick, wet labia wide to reveal her gaping pussy, twitching with anticipation.

"I thought it was only two points?" Babs asked as she pulled the rest of her batsuit on over her head and adjusted her belt around the waist.


Lifting himself up on top of Spoiler Nightwing smiled over at his old friend. "The DP still only counted as one, even if you were using the large strap-on," he said with a smile, lining his cock up with Stephanie's drooling cunt as she hung her arms around his neck.

As she stepped out onto the fire escape and unhooked her grapple from her belt Batgirl could hear Spoiler's loud cries as Nightwing began to thrust into her hard and fast, punishing the little brat for ruining his chance to fuck Barbara's ass for the fourth time that night. I hope the neighbours don't call the police again, the last time I had to sleep with both of them just to stop them telling my father about any of this. She thought, firing the line into a gargoyle set in the corner of the rooftop across the street and whisking herself off into the night.
 
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Bruce Wayne sighed to himself as he returned home from a charity event supporting the people of Gotham. It wasn't that he didn't feel that such events weren't important, but more so that he felt his nights could be utilized in much more... important ways. Alfred on the other hand, cleared his throat as he followed behind Bruce and took his jacket from him.

" Sir, you really should consider not bailing out on every charity event early..."
Though that only earned him a sideways glance from Bruce. The man simply sighed and headed straight for the library. Once he had arrived, he turned the hands on the clock to the correct place, and after the center of the clock verified his identity using iris identification, the clock swung open, revealing the curving staircase downwards.

" There is work to be done." He replied simply, and even as he made his way down, his watch buzzed on his wrist yet again, letting him know that there was a menace on the loose. The watch buzzed three times, which Bruce had broken up into three 'levels' of crime. If it buzzed once, it was a minor crime which the police could more than likely handle. If it buzzed twice, the watch would also display the name of the crime on the hands, letting him know it was a serious crime that he needed to follow up on later.

When the watch buzzed three times, it let him know however that there was a major menace on the loose, and this time, it was supposedly a turf war between Scarecrow and Poison Ivy. Both had radical idea's, Poison Ivy had developed an immunity to Scarecrow's fear toxin, and Scarecrow fed off fear so such an act had spoken of 'war'. Neither had actually done much, and thus far Bruce had been idly observing the escalation of events.

However tonight the report had come in that Scarecrow's henchmen were at the Botanical Gardens, apparently attacking and destroying Poison Ivy's plants. Bruce knew that this wouldn't end well, so as he made his way swiftly into the batcave he sent out a call for Barbera to join him.

He knew where scarecrow was supposedly hiding out, but the attack had to be stopped otherwise Ivy would send her plants out and attack the entire city not just Scarecrow. Hopping into the seat, he immediately brought the bat-computer to life and began formulating the plan as he waited on Batgirl.

It wasn't as though he didn't notice that Barbera was a beautiful young woman, however his focus as it had always was on the mission, keeping Gotham safe and putting fear into the enemies of peace. Therefore his personal opinions weren't important right then, and besides, in his opinion Barbera was like a daughter to him. While the computer analyzed the situation, he hopped up and heading to the case, he pressed his hand to the re-enforced steel case, finger prints being verified, again his eyes were scanned and verifying his identity as Bruce Wayne, the case opened fully, revealing the bat suit.

Taking a few moments to climb into his now familiar suit which was armored to deal with basic ballistics, he donned his cowl before he went back to work He had a few different suits for different occasions, different environments that they were designed for, but his usual suit worked for every day tasks.

Taking his seat at the bat-computer, he went right back to work. Batgirl knew she had exactly fifteen minutes to arrive in the bat cave otherwise Batman would have her hide for it, his expectations and standards had molded her into the woman that she was, but also created the desires she secretly held.

He paid no heed to that, even as Alfred brought in a cup of tea, he sipped at it as his eyes scanned the data. The attack seemed a bit strange, but not so much... Batgirl would stop the attack on the gardens, and Batman would pay a visit to Scarecrow... it was a simple plan, but one that they had executed many times with various missions in the past.
 
As she glided over the city and out into the hills on the outskirts Barbara let the air whip her hair around her face. Both batman and Nightwing had told her to cut it back, or at least pin it up under her hood to stop it getting in the way or even letting enemies use it to their advantage during combat, but Barbara loved the way it curled around her as she moves, and it also helped her gauge the speed and spin of her movements as she tracked it passing across her field of vision.

The small outbuilding was barely inside the grounds of Wayne Manor, and far enough from the main house to protect Bruce's identity just in case anyone had manage to tail Batgirl out of the city. Stepping inside the ramshackle shack Batgirl immediately felt the beams playing over her body, mapping out her contours with ultrasonic pulses which mapped her down to the bone. Local children had spread the rumour the house was haunted, and that you could feel the fingers of the old dead woman playing over your skin whenever you entered her house uninvited. Bab smiled at the thought, especially when the pulses reached her pelvis and she felt the 'ghostly touch' playing over her more sensitive skin.

As the scan completed the floor suddenly opened up beneath her and the vacuum system sucked her down into the pneumatic tunnel system which riddled the hillside around the estate. Most of it had formed naturally, but some of the tunnels were manmade, either the product of the Wayne Family's ties to the old slave railroad or at the contrivance of Bruce himself.

Suddenly Barbara found herself falling from the exit chute and down into the chasm leading to a rapidly flowing river. This was all part of the test procedure, to ensure only those 'worthy' could make it into the Cave. Already prepared Batgirl shot out her arm and fired the grapple into the reinforced ceiling. With a elaborate flip and tumble she spun in the air before landing gracefully less than a metre behind her master.

"Well, what do you have for me this time?" She asked stepping up behind Bruce and leaning over his shoulder. Resting a hand on the other shoulder Barbara snuggled in close enough for the edge of her armour-plated chest to graze against Bruce's ear for a moment and her eyes darted sideways to see if there'd be any reaction at all from him.
 
The light blipped thirteen minutes later on his computer, letting him know that someone had entered the shack and letting the system do it's work, Bruce's attention returned to the screens in front of him. On the right, he had the news reports that had been covering the little 'spat' between Poison Ivy and Scarecrow over the last week, and while he normally would have dealt with this well before now, the truth was that he had been busy with his own tasks, namely Bane on the outer part of town.

The venom infused monster had been setting up fighting rings 'to battle all worthy fighters', which of course had lead to a few deaths. Batman had intervened after he had tracked down Bane to the next fight location, and though it had been a rough fight, Bruce knew Bane's weakness these days, so dealing with him wasn't quite as rough as it had been in the past.

The sensor system in his cowl picked up the slight hiss of the pneumatic tube opening, and he didn't even look to make sure she had made it safely. If she didn't grapple at the right moment, she would fall to her death. Hearing her land though his eyes didn't turn just yet. " Scarecrow's men attacking the Botanical Gardens." He brought up the images of the police cars outside the garden, it clear that something was going on inside.

" Normally I would handle it myself, but since it's scarecrow's men, I am going to go pay him a visit." As she placed her hand on his shoulder, he didn't really pay attention to that. He DID however pay attention when her armor plated chest pressed against his cowl covered ear, his eyes flickering to the side.

He would be lying if he said that he didn't find her arousing or enticing at all, however for Bruce, he simply kept reminding himself that she was his ally, not his lover. " It shouldn't be anymore than ten men... nothing you can't handle." That in itself spoke of his confidence in her, his belief that she had finished her training and that he saw her able to handle the task.

His eyes couldn't help but move over the bust of her armor before he moved and stood, turning to her. " Keep in contact, if you need help, make sure you hit the distress beacon and i'll make my way over." It was a simple mission, but one that Batman did need some help with. He couldn't be two places at once after all, so he was sending her on the 'easier' of the missions, mostly because he had anti terror toxin now built into his suit, so the fear's attacks wouldn't last nearly as long as in the past.

Without another word, he motioned her to head to the platforms. On the main one was of course the Batmobile, on the other was Ricochet, her own personal cycle which she had designed herself. Vaulting into the Batmobile's seat, the hood closed, though on the way there, he had admired her from behind. She had grown into a beautiful woman, and though Bruce knew that Gordon would never understand her doing what she did, he did consider Barbera a valuable ally.

For now, the Batmobile roared to life before he took off, heading into the city.
 
Jumping onto the Ricochet Batgirl reached back and pulled on her helmet as the Batmobile pulled off the platform and into the access tunnel. SMiling wickedly to herself Batgirl shot after the heavy duty tank, her faster, lighter cycle soon outpacing the armoured vehicle.

Waiting for her opportunity Barbara nipped past the car and brought herself out in front of it, making sure to lift her pert backside just high enough out of the saddle to give her mentor a good view of her bestsider before turning off and heading down a side tunnel which should bring her out just down river from the Botanical Gardens. It was only a couple of minutes before the cycle's tyres were spinning to a halt a couple of blocks from the greenhouses and Batgirl guided it into an alleyway for safe keeping before firing her grapple and launching herself up onto the rooftop.


It would probably have been easier to simply head for the main entrance, after all the thugs were hardly a match for her and a grand entrance may have ended things before anyone got hurt, but recently the number of domestic calls received at her home address thanks to Stephanie's less than subtle sexual overtures had left her ass a very clear memory to enough police officers to make it too risky to show her 'face' in front of them.

Swinging over to the building Batgirl spotted a nicely sized skylight which she'd easily be able to pry open. Before long she was slowly descending into the darkened greenhouse, her night vision goggles lighting the place up as she followed the sounds of struggle into the main chamber and glanced over the balconyh to see what was going on below.
 
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Batman climbed into the tank of his bat-mobile. Ever since the threats to Gotham had escalated, he had to sacrifice the older bat-mobile, and instead with the help of Lucian Fox, he had designed the new one. With many different improvements, he knew that he would continue to being the dark knight, the threat to crime and injustice that Gotham did need.

As batgirl zipped past him, he noticed that she seemed to be offering her backside to his view, and though he appreciated it, Batman was in 'mission mode' and thus at the fork, he took off to the north while she continued on to the Botanical Gardens. Batman didn't really give a second thought to whether she'd be all right, she knew she had to interrogate the henchmen for information, but otherwise it was simply a stop the bad guy mission.

Unbeknownst to her, Scarecrow wasn't behind this at all. While it WAS clear that the men were scarecrow's, they weren't under his control. As she swung over the building and found the skylight, it opened to her prying. As she descended down to the darkened building, the humidity of the greenhouse easily 'hit her'. Inside of the air however was also Poison Ivy's special toxin. It wasn't meant for Batgirl, but it would do all the same.

The aphrodesiac laced poison in the air was airborne in the outer room, the inner room being closed off the men weren't affected by it. They WERE under poison Ivy's control however, and by the time she would approach the door, the poison would have penetrated her lungs from her breathing.

The 'goons' had a simple mission. Attack Batman when he showed up, since the combat would cause him to move and dodge, the movement would expediate the blood flow and cause him to spiral into a lust filled haze. They would attack Batgirl as well, though as she would fight, the drug would build up in her system, turning her into a needy aroused fuck slut which they of course would take advantage of.

For now, they 'pretended' to be attacking the plants, since that was a fake thing having been set up to attract batman there, they had no idea they would get Batgirl instead, but it made no difference, the mission remained the same. Besides, once ingested the drug changed from airborne to transmitted via contact... turning anyone who would touch Batgirl would become just as aroused and just as ready to fuck anything in sight!
 
Something seemed wrong about the way the men were moving as Batgirl watched them, their bodies were flexing in a way which seemed almost sensual, as though they were dancing in an intricate pattern designed to arouse and entice her. Shaking her head Barbara rubbed her hand over her forehead for a second, she was sweating like a pig inside her reinforced rubber suit and already she could feel the 'sweat' beginning to gather at her crotch.

"Get a grip 'Batgirl'," she told herself rising up to her full height as she pulled her bola out from her bely and swung it around her arm a couple of times to acclimate herself to its weight and heft. "Dammit, I've been spending way too much time with Spoiler recently."

Stepping up onto the balcony railing Batgirl let herself fall forwards head first, heading down towards the goon standing right below. At the critical instant she slipped the bola line around his throat and swung her legs forwards, transferring her motion to him as she dropped down onto her feet, her hands pressed either side of the goons neck as he was thrown forwards to knock down one of his buddies.

That's two down, but not out, she thought, keeping track of the enemies in the room as she turned to the three already moving towards her. "Don't you boys know the opening times? I hope you remembered to buy a ticket at least."

Leaping forwards and dropping low she dodged the machete swung by the closest goon before rising up into a handstand and gripping his head between her thighs. It felt strangely right to have the man's head so close to her blazing crotch, but Barbara managed to keep control of herself, pulling him forwards she slammed his head into the ground hard enough to knock the guy out, while at the same time rolling aside as the next guy swung a hammer down, shattering the floor tiles where she'd been a moment before.

Swinging her legs up as she rolled Batgirl found herself crotching on the floor in front of the hammer wielder and with a quick push with her powerful thighs launched herself with both fists outstretched straight into his throat. As he hurtled backwards Batgirl used her momentum to flip over, landing back on her feet just in time to swing her arm around, karate chopping a fourth guy's throat as he raise a paid of garden shears ready to plunge down into her back.

She was just about to start congratulating herself on the victory when she started panting, the heat obviously doing more to disorientate her than she'd expected. And it felt good too, a lot better than it normally did. Her nipples were rubbing against the inside her of body armour and her crotch was dripping so much she could almost feel her toes squelching in her boots.

Just then the five guy grabbed her hair from behind and yanked back roughly, pulling Batgirl off her feet as he reached out and fastened his vice-like fingers around her slender throat. Dammit, I hate it when the boys are right, Batgirl though, wondering if it was too late to book an appointment at her favourite salon as she slammed her heeled boot down hard on the goons foot, slicing through his shoe and into the soft tissue beneath.
 
They certainly didn't seem to be causing as much of a ruckus as the police had broadcasted, but the earlier interaction between the police and the goons had been MEANT to make it appear that the situation was much worse than it appeared to be. After all they had needed to ensure that Batman would come, so they had shot off at the police, though there were only two who actually had guns.

As she scouted the situation though the heat in the greenhouse was naturally humid, meant to simulate a forest allowing the plants to grow naturally. Yet at the same time, Ivy had made it even hotter, wanting to ensure that Batman sweated. When Batgirl arrived though the goons automatically went after her, though as she took out the first two without incapacitating them, they attacked of course.

As she took out the third goon though, as she gripped the man's head between her suited thighs, the goon's tongue extended, pressing for just a split instant against her groin right there. The heavy hammer slammed into the tiles as the previous good went flying, and even as she went right into him, the third goon went down just as quickly, though it would be a few minutes before he would get back up.

As she was caught off guard though, the heat and drug was well on it's way to getting her to submit to it, and even as she managed to 'recoup' herself, he went after her to choke her, though as she slammed her heeled boot down and crushed his toes with the force, he howled in rage as his grip softened.

Their programming 'changed' though when she was off her feet, and instead, as she managed to get free of the one, the second wrapped his arms bear hugging her from behind as the others dropped their weapons as well. Instead, two of them caught one leg each, and the third of the four who was currently able to do things worked at her armored suit. Poison Ivy knew all the clasps and buttons for the suits, and since Batgirl was there and not batman, well Batgirl was going to get herself raped.

The henchman said nothing, instead he worked the utility belt off, tossing it aside the one bear hugging her dug his head into her shoulder so that she couldn't head butt him to get him off, and the two on her legs were holding on tight. Three men held her as the fourth was working her pants undone next, she having to have a good idea of what was going to happen to her next!
 
Trying to struggle Batgirl kicked her legs at the legs in front of her and jabbed her head back hard, hoping to catch the man holding her from behind to force him to let her go but it was no use, in fact as she wriggled her legs it only seemed to be helping the man stripping off her pants, leaving her naked crotch exposed to him.

Batgirl blushed heavily as she felt her heart pounding. In her hurry to get out of the apartment, and distracted by Spoiler and Nightwing's sexual escapades, Barbara had completely forgotten about underwear. Even now the touch of her bare nipples rubbing against her chestplate reminded her that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it either. Just to make matters worse, the hot, sticky air of the greenhouse was making her sweat dribble down over her trimmed snatch, dripping down onto the floor below like some lewd display designed to entice the men to rape her.

"Get off me you perverts!" Batgirl screamed as she contemplated activating her distress beacon. It seemed a bit of a waste, after all these were just the run-of-the-mill street thugs like the ones she and Spoiler had used for warming up before meeting Nightwing the night before, and even in her current state she could still take them.

As one of the men moved his hand down, first grazing over Batgirl's thigh but then sliding up and cupping her crotch with his rough, brutish fingers Batgirl felt her hips lurch, welcoming the stranger's groping like some back alley whore. "Look at this boys," the goon laugh as he slid his fingers over Batgirl's moist lips, "She's almost begging for it."

Batgirl was about to let loose with a witty retort when she suddenly bit her lip hard. She was almost begging for it, in fact even as the brute stroked his fingers up and down over her excited cunt she could feel her vulva filling with blood, tingling to his touch as her hips pressed herself up against him. She knew that if she said a single word it would only be something to encourage the men into doing so the exact thing which seemed at this point to be the inevitable outcome of the situation.
 
The two men who had her legs smirked as she kicked out, but they simply held on, ensuring that she wouldn't be crushing anymore toes with her armored boot. As she slammed her head back she felt how the goon had already 'thought of that' and had dug his head into her shoulder. The distraction was enough for her to not realize that the henchman in front of her had managed to get her pants completely off.

As she screamed though the goons smirked, though the one on her left leg noticed the state of her naked pussy. " Aww would you look at that guys, she came ready to go!" He teased of course, though when her pants were off so completely the two on her legs turned their heads and kissed and licked at her legs. They were also still holding onto her even as the one in front of her moved his hand down.

As he cupped her crotch and said that though he chuckled. " Raring to go for sure." He purred though as she was about to let loose with a retort, he noticed that she didn't do so. Instead, he could see her resolve waning, though the one bear hugging her growled. " Get her chest armor off, I want to see those tits."

The goon who was cupping her pussy though had another idea and grinning, he had the two who were holding her legs lift them onto their shoulders, holding them still as he roughly shoved two thick calloused dirty fingers into her excited cunt for a moment, sawing them in and out just enough to make her 'dance' before he pulled his fingers out and went to work on her torso armor.

Their 'orders' were to leave the cowl on, they could rape her without removing it, and it just seemed something that was natural, so as he worked the clasps and latches open, the suit was pulled away. The one on the right holding her leg dipped his head between them and pressed his entire mouth up against her pussy, licking the excited flesh. The drug which would be in full swing now would have her body on fire with a need to fuck. It was beyond simply being aroused from Nightwing and Spoilers antics earlier.

It also made sense as well, Poison Ivy was WELL known for bio manipulation... though usually the poisons were deadly... this one wasn't, it was simply... arousing really! The goon had his head pressed against her slit as his tongue drilled into her cunt, licking it as he let her one leg go only to shove two of HIS fingers into her pussy, working her cunt over as she was eventually naked and the gang rape could begin!
 
The rough, scarred fingers made Batgirl's hips buck as the goon forced them up into her, stroking against her delicate inner walls in a way that felt so good... No, Barbara forced herself to think, it's bad, it's very bad! There was definitely something strange going on, beyond the goon's odd behaviour and jerking, almost forced movements and even as she felt her legs being pulled apart and the goons lips pressing against her moist cunt she quickly pulled up an atmospheric analysis on her HUD before rolling her head back and letting out a deep, lustful moan of pleasure.

"Nooo..." she gasped, her voice low and husky as her hips rose up to meet the thug's tongue lapping over her pulsing vulva. "Stop this, you don't want to..." she kept moaning, trying to fight the sparks of pleasure fizzing inside her head.

Deep inside she knew at some instinctual level that this wasn't really her reacting to the strange, rough brutes, but at the same time the pleasure coursing through her body as the men groped and probed her couldn't be denied. For now she just had to endure the shame as she waited for the sensors in her suit to do their work.

As her chestplate clattered to the floor the men closed in around her, hands grabbing at her tits as fingers squeezed her plump chest painfully. Tossing back her head she screamed out, the pain and pleasure causing her body to react as the goon between her thighs plunged his tongue up into her cunt, his mouth filling with her spilling juices. She could hear the lewd noises her body was making, the squishing and splashing of her overflowing pussy, even over the sound of the men's laughter.

"Hey, lift her up and spread her wide," one of them called out, holding up a camera phone as he moved for a good angle. Obliging him the others backed away, giving him a good view as the thug between her legs rammed two fingers up into her drenched hole and used them to spread her cunt wide while two other grabbed and squeezed her breasts, making her nipples pop out from her chest to an almost comical extent.

They held her in the undignified pose for several minutes as the men took turns to snap shots of her, occasionally spinning her body between them as they focussed on some new, even more embarrassing angle. "Lift her a little higher, I wanna get a shot of her ass," one of them called out and Barbara sudden found herself being flipped over, an arm wrapping tightly around her waist as a finger slid down between her buttocks and pressed against her anus.

There was nothing she could do as she hung there like a sack of potatoes, the brutes manhandling her every way they wanted and her body responding to their heedless brutality with arousal and pleasure. As the finger was pushed up into her anus Batgirl tried to squirm against it, but instead found her hips pushing up to meet the intruding digit, fucking herself just as lewdly as Spoiler had earlier that night.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Batgirl started to pant as she felt her anal muscles tightening, pulling the finger deeper inside. "Oh fuck me, yes!"
 
The goon grinned as her head tossed back, her vibrant red hair working 'against her' right then as they had caught her with it. Even as she tried to plead, tried to reason the one who had been holding her arms trapped at their sides grinned as he licked at her bared shoulder.

" Oh yes we do." He grumbled though the goon between her legs worked her lovely cunt forcefully, his tongue flicked and attacked her twitching hard clit, and hearing her little mewls and restrained sounds, he seemed unwilling to stop there until she fully came all over his tongue and fingers.

It didn't prove hard to do however, not with how revved up she was. as she screamed out though the pain seemed to shoot right down into her pussy, working to take her ecstasy even higher, and even as they laughed and hauled her up even higher, the two on her legs posed holding her spread lewdly open, they certainly had blackmail evidence of her arousal and rape right there on the phone.

As she was flipped over though and manhandled into position, the goon who had been between her legs was the one pushing his scarred cum covered fingers into Batgirls tight little anus, and just as she began the mantra of wanting to be fucked, the HUD in her hood popped up with a holographic display of the chemicals in the area. The thing was, this was new, something created by Ivy in secret, so while it was very clear that the air held a poison within it, it couldn't seem to identify what it was meant to do.

The goons didn't care either... the one who had been holding her bear hugged now had a hold of her head and just as she opened her mouth for air, he shoved his hips forwards, revealing that he had managed to get his pants open, a thick, hot cock filling her mouth as the goon between her legs sawed his finger in and out of her ass, the second finger soon joining it.

The other goon laid onto the ground and grinned. " Get her cunt on my cock boys." They lowering her down, so that her vulnerable and helpless pussy was being impaled onto another cock, the gang rape of Batgirl just beginning!
 
The computer readout flashed up what Batgirl had feared, that the air was filled with some sort of toxin designed to affect anyone breathing it. The chemical formula spinning on the screen in front of her had some similarities to Joker's Titan formula, as well as parts reminiscent of Scarecrow's Fear Gas, but the rest would've left Barbara puzzled as it was an entirely new derivative created by Poison Ivy especially for just one thing.

Unfortunately for Batgirl the information came far too late, the chemical was already soaked into her bloodstream and infecting her mind, enhancing the sensitivity of her sex organs and increasing her libido, turning her into a moaning, cock-sucking whore as she straightened up her neck as Nightwing had taught her and let the goon's prick slide easily down into her throat until his balls were slapping against her chin with each new thrust of his hips.

Pushing her hips back Batgirl began fucking herself onto the second thug's fingers, her tight anus wrapping around his fingers as they squeezed deeper into her well-trained ass. I'll have to thank Nightwing for all that extra work he put in helping get my body ready for this, Batgirl thought to herself as she felt her hips being guided down before the third goon's short but thick shaft split her cunt open as she felt her labia stretching around it like a lover's kiss.
 
Oh it was far too late, though the HUD HAD been helpful in one way. Joker's Titan formula had been used on men around the city, so it wasn't hard to find that. It was the enhancement effect of the formula that Ivy had used to extend the physical libido of the subject. Scarecrow's fear toxin had been used to heighten senses to enhance sex organs within the body, and Ivy's personal toxins were used within the larger formula for their aphrodisiac like elements.

As Batgirl had feared, it WAS too late for her, and even as she straightened out her throat, the thug took full advantage and pushed his cock in deep. His cock wasn't very thick but it WAS long, and even as his balls slapped her chin, he grinned. " There she goes guys, let's give her the ride she deserves."

He grinned and watched her as her hips were rolling back, pushing against the fingers as the thug worked her tight yet well trained anus, her tight little ass looking amazing right then, and even as her cunt was split open by that shorter but thick prick, the thug beneath her groaned as he instantly bucked, fucking her as the goon working her ass high fived the goon who was fucking her mouth.

" You're all lubed up." He growled as his fingers pulled out of Batgirls ass and moving around, the goon in her mouth pulled out, allowing her a moment to breathe before the goon who had been fingering her ass stuffed her mouth and the goon who had been in her mouth moved around and positioning the longer and thinner cock at her ass, began to force his way in, making her well trained ass spread.

Out of her peripheral vision she could see the two initial goons she had knocked over were getting back up, so there was a total of six men who were going to fuck her thoroughly, and with each round the drug would keep her awake, sensitized, and wanting more!
 
Her sphincter was tingling as the fingers opened her anus wide, the toxin seeping through the man's skin rubbing directly against the inner lining of her ass, and Batgirl loved it. Pressing herself back she tried to encourage the goon to keep going, to use more fingers, his whole hand if he could, but instead he pulled himself away, leaving the gaping hole twitching as Batgirl moaned with disappointment on his friends dick, sending shivering vibrations rushing through his shaft.

Below her the thug was pumping himself hard, making best use of his short cock to create as much friction between the slut's legs as he could. His girth made sure that each and every thrust rubbed against the Batwhore's engorged clit, sending pulsing shocks of pleasure up through her body with each impact against the goon's crotch. Her juices were flowing so freely around the thick wedge Barbara could already feel them beginning to puddle around her knees.

As he pulled out of her mouth, leaving Batgirl gasping for air as she panted hard the goon moved around her body to switch places with his friend at her rear end. With her mouth hanging open, lips feeling bruised and swollen from the high-pressure sucking she'd been doing almost on instinct, Batgirl soon found them gainfully employed once more as the next cock was thrust between them.

Her tongue sprang up to meet it, pressing against the underside as the cock slid easily down her gullet, her throat closing around it as Barbara began her urgent sucking once more. I need to find whoever made this stuff, Batgirl thought as she felt the goons hands pressing against her asscheeks, spreading them apart to expose her puckering anus, And thank them!

Plunging his long, thin cock up into her as his fingers dug hard into her back the thug pulled his hand back and brought it down hard across Batgirl's bobbing ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale flesh as he reached back for another swing. "Look at the fucking whore go!" He called out to his friends as they closed in around her, "She's enjoying it so fucking much we probably didn't even need Ivy's brew."

Batgirl's ears twitched. Ivy's brew? She thought, So Poison Ivy's the one behind this? The situation was starting to get confusing. Why would the self-proclaimed queen of the plant kingdom send men to attack her own gardens? Batgirl knew she should be thinking over the problem, trying to work out the reasons and the motives, but as the thug below her grabbed hold of her breast with his rough, calloused hands and forced his mouth around her teat she had to admit she really didn't care.
 
Oh it was quite the situation, the contact of skin on skin only made the sensations even better, and even as her tight little anus was being spread and stretched nice and wide with those scarred and calloused fingers, he twisted and worked them, opening her up nice and wide back there as the short but thick cock worked her tight little pussy as well.

Even as he worked her cunt though he grinned, and even as her juices flowed so freely, his hands had reached around to her bottom, spreading her tight little ass open, feeling the flexing muscles as he laughed. " She's already cumming... such a slut!"

As he said that though the goon switching filled her mouth, his cock much longer and much thicker than the previous male's, and so it pushed right into her throat, forcing it open as she continued with her urgent sucking.

Even as the men cheered about the fuck slut that was being created, they handled her lovely bountiful breasts, mauling the tit flesh even as he bit into it, pulling roughly on the flesh as the one in her ass began to fuck her, the goons not fucking her fondling her as they waited her turn.

The situation was much more involved than Batgirl realized, but it seemed that she would be the bait that would truly catch the bat. First though, she'd be converted into the Bat slut that she was already well on her way to becoming!
 
Now she knew the danger she was in matters changed, but not actions. Batgirl knew she had to find a way to fight off the effects of the toxin pulsing trough her veins. Oh fuck, stick it deeper! And that meant playing along with the sick and twisted desires of these men for just a little longer. Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my filthy slutty ass! AT least, that's what she tried to tell herself as she bent her waist, presenting her anus to the probing cock even as she squeezed the goon in her cunt tightly with her powerfully tight muscles and sucked the thug down into her throat with greedy abandon.

Her whole body was nothing but a fuck toy for this pack of alley thugs, their hands wandering over every inch of her as they played their fingers over her naked skin. Batgirl didn't know which way to turn, every twitch or grind found new pleasures as hands reach from every angle to grope at her over-sensitive flesh. Every brush caused a wave of pleasure inside her and soon she was shivering uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasm burst inside her.

She barely registered the laughter as one of the waiting goons, his cock held firmly in his fist, suddenly splattered his cum over the side of the vigilante's mask, the thick cream oozing down to the corner of her mouth as she closed her eyes and kept sucking hard. A second goon came, shooting over her back with a long thin stream of wet cum which splashed along her spine, teasing around the old scar tissue as it began to roll down her sides.
 
Luckily for her in a way, the HUD had indicated that while libido's had been increased exponentially in regards to the poison, there were no adrenaline pumping elements to it. Therefore the men WOULD tire, and she WOULD eventually be able to escape. However for now, the 'training' of the Bat slut continued, and even as her hips pushed up, offering her tight ass to the goon who grunted at the offering.

" Oh she's offering it like the Bat Slut that she is!" He laughed out as his hand lifted and then smacked down painfully, leaving a delightfully red mark on her ass as he grunted though at the reflexive flexing of her anus to the action. The goon below her panted and hissed as he watched her body above him.

" Shit, i'm going to cum!" He growled as he suddenly lost control and came hard inside her pussy, his short but thick cock pumping it's cum into her as the goon in her ass was right behind his buddy, his cock exploding in her ass. As the goon in her mouth was enjoying her cries and moans all around his prick he wasn't quite there, but the goon in her ass slid out, leaving the hole empty as the one who had cum on her back had time to get hard again, though he was the one who lay down this time and they lifted her off.

Flipping her over, she found herself laying face up atop the goon as his rather large cock pressed against her ass, it forcing it to stretch as he was quite a bit thicker than the previous goon who had been thin but long, she was pushed right down as the one who had been getting a blowjob went and knelt over her pussy, forcing his cock right in as she was put into round two.

The aphrodisiac elements of the drug would not pass for a full day, and the more sex she had, the longer it would last, so she was turning very well into the perfect lure for Batman, after all the Dark Knight would HAVE to investigate what had turned his ally into a sex driven cum slut!
 
Okay Barbara, you just need to outlast these guys and you're home free. And if that means fiucking every last one of them until their balls are empty, then so be it, Batgirl thought with a smile, licking her lips with anticipation as she tilted her head back as far as she could and opened wide for the next cock to slide down into her throat.

This time the goon was barely long enough to reach the back of her mouth, let alone get to feel the tightening muscles of her throat closing around him, and Batgirl felt a little disappointed that she wouldn't get throat fucked as well as she had with the last guy. Oh well, at least I'll get to taste his cum more this time, she told herself as consolation, using her tongue to massage the short, thin cock as best she could, hoping the underendowed thug would finish quickly so she could move on to one of his better equipped friends again.

Luckily the prick in her ass was a far better fit, and as it thrust up into her, letting her body weight push Batgirl down on top of it as it did, Barbara could feel her sphincter stretching tightly around it. Oh fuck yes, she though, letting her body take control as her plan of fucking them til they dropped kicked into place, That's more fucking like it!
 
There were definately more of them than there was of her, but luckily for her, they were clearly 'out' to fuck her into oblivion. Even as she 'reasoned' that she just had to make all the goons cum until they were exhausted, the unendowed male certainly enjoyed her attentions upon his prick.

Not every man had a horse sized cock, but he certainly was fucking her mouth with abandon, his balls slapping against her cowl slightly covered nose. Even as she worked at the cock there though, the very well endowed thug beneath her filled her tight little ass with his cock, and even as she 'took control', the thugs grinned.

" Oh yeah, look at her go!" They grasped at her lovely bounitful tits, squeezing them and sandwiching her breasts together, another began to fuck her breasts as the others 'took their turn'. Luckily for her, there WERE only six of them, not like with the police squad that had taken her before.

The thug at her pussy stuffed her lovely cunt up with cock as they both went 'straight to work' grunting and panting as they fucked her with everything they had. As they were banging her though she could see in the HUD of her cowl that Batman was calling, just to get a status update from her.

After investigating the warehouse where Scarecrow had been working out of, Batman had found nothing. No trace of fear toxin, no hint of the goons even having been there for a few days. It was peculiar, but well, in Gotham nothing usually made sense, which was why the detective had to 'go to work' unraveling what was going on.

At the moment Batman was headed back to the cave, but wanted to ensure that the thugs had been dealt with. The last thing he needed was Poison Ivy causing mayhem with her plants all over the city!
 
With a cock in her pusssy, another in her ass, one between her breasts and one in each hand Batgirl pulled her head away from the sixth to nudge the commlink open with her chin. "Batman, I've got the men well in hand over here, but why don't you come down and join us?" She asked, giving the cocks between her fingers a playful squeeze, and being repaid by a splatter of cum which splashed down over her breasts, helping to lubricate them for the thug currently plunging his cock between them.

Barbara could tell her voice was slurred, and for a moment wondered whether it was an effect of the toxin, or just her exhaustion after having experienced so many orgasms in such a short space of time. With her body's sensitivity dialed up by Ivy's chemicals she'd been riding a wave of pleasure for several minutes, and even her iron-hard will was beginning to suffer as the goons switched places, cocks shuffled between hands and holes as they moved onto another round.

Whatever else the toxin seemed to be doing it certainly made the men more virile. Batgirl's body was already plastered with their cum, with even more pouring out from both her holes and her stomach feeling heavy from all the syrupy goodness she'd swallowed, both by force and willingly, but the men kept on cumming.

Opening her mouth wide she accepted another load, shot from the cock of the man she'd nudged aside to take her call as her pumped his prick hard with his fist. As way of reward she opening her mouth wide for him again, rubbing his prick with her tongue as he thrust it back down into her sore and battered throat as he shot more creamy batter down into her belly.
 
The goon at her head seemed to growl as she turned her head away, but he was rubbing his cock all over her face, his pre-cum wiping onto her cheek as he slapped her face with it. Even as she spoke though Bruce seemed to pick up that something was off. Yet he wanted to track down Scarecrow first. " The warehouse was a bust, I will come join you to interrogate the thugs in a half hour. Make sure one is still concious." The click of the com-link indicated the usual shortness of Batman's communications with her, but he could tell something was off.

For now, he returned to the Bat-cave and began to track down Scarecrow. After about fifteen minutes though his concern over Bat-girls slurred words got to him and stalking back to the tank of a car, he took off heading for the Botanical Gardens. The goons were certainly tiring out though, and even as she was plastered and covered in cum, she had 'bested' three of the six, which left her mouth pussy and ass being violated by the three remaining thugs.

It seemed that the toxin 'built' them into four orgasms, and after that they were 'done', a useful piece of information for the future. For Barbera though the three remaining goons had the largest cocks, so she was rolled, pinned, fucked, and made to cum over and over again within that half hour. She knew she had to keep one awake for Batman when he arrived... though how she would explain her cum covered state was still quite the mystery!

The goon in her mouth's third orgasm stuffed her throat and belly with cum, before he pulled out and moved around to fuck her stretched cum filled ass, the goon in her ass quick to move around and force his way into her throat. Luckily the goon in her pussy came his last time and passed out right there, she still stuck between two cocks which were owning her tight anus and sore throat!
 
It was a shame that the man in her ass was the last endowed of the three, his shorter, thinner cock barely touching the sides of the heroine's gaping anus as he squelched against the flowing cum dripping out from inside. Of all the places it had been deposited her ass seemed to have been a favourite amongst the goons, and now Batgirl felt the heavy mass of the sticky goo filling her bowels, pressing against her inside with a satisfying sense of fulfillment.

Leaning back Barbara felt the shaft of the other goon pressing down inside her throat, the long, thick trunk reminding her of the time she'd had to subdue Killer Croc in the sewers beneath Gotham, her body waist deep in filth as she'd sucked the monster into a stupor. Luckily the experience had been good training, and as she let her throat relax and tighten she swallowed the shaft deeper until the massive prick was settled in place, squeezed by her muscles with a steady, milking rhythm.

Her senses were filled with semen now, her skin coated with it as it oozed its way down into her boots and gloves and up under her mask, the smell of it blocking out all other scents and even the sound of it squelching with every movement she made. She was loving it, and couldn't wait until Batman arrived so she could share her newfound sexual freedom, and the chemically enhanced spunk, with him.
 
By the time Batman arrived, the goon that had been in her ass had cum his last time and was leaning against a nearby wall passed out, and the goon who had been in her mouth was about ready to erupt. From all her training, she could see the flash of black armor from the skylight that she had used.

Yet as he descended, his HUD was activated already and as such he had noticed the toxin. Moving his hand into his belt he pulled out the folded up gas mask and slipped it on, though as he set down the last goon erupted and came hard, passing out. The sight before him was surreal really... Barbera looked like she had been raped in every possible way, but if that was the case why had she not said she was in trouble earlier?

" What's going on? I detect a new toxin in the air..." He was doing his best to avoid looking right at her nude body, but the sight was strangely erotic. " The men are definitely scarecrows, but they too have been drugged." He moved his hand to take his cape off to cover Batgirl with it.

None of this really made sense, but Batman was going to find out what the hell was going on!
 
Rising shakily, cum dripping out of her ass and cunt to splash down onto her thighs and the floor between her feet, Batgirl smiled is a half-dazed way as she stumbled towards Batman, her cum-stained arms outstretched. "Bruce..." she mumbled, barely audibly through her puffed up, bruised, cocksucking lips. "No need for that, you'll feel much better without it."

Before Batman had a chance to respond Batgirl plucked the mask off his face and tossed it aside. Wrapping her arm around the back of the Dark Knight's neck she pulled him down, pressing her lips against his as she forced her tongue into his mouth. The cum on her face rubbed against Bruce's chin as Barbara held him tightly enough to make escape impossible without hurting her, and as his eyes opened wide with shock he tasted the salty, slick goo flowing out of her mouth and down his throat.

The concentrated dose of the toxin wouldn't take long to take hold of the vigilante now, and as she reached down, carefully flicking the safety catches on his belt, Batgirl unwrapped Batman's greatest weapon. Slipping her fingers down inside his suit she took hold of the stiffening shaft and began to stroke it insistently.

"Please Bruce, please stick it inside me," she muttered again, dropping to her knees in front of her mentor and pulling his prick out to meet her pouting lips.
 
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