If she was being totally, completely honest, Batgirl really did not want to be out patrolling right now. She knows that crime - particularly in Gotham - never took a break, but she would really like to be at home right now, binging some candy and some horror movies alike. Overall, she would much prefer being at home, sharing her snacks with her dad whilst he complained about how unrealistic the special effects employed in the movie were.
But not, here she is, shivering on top of a mid-rise building, making sure that the villains of Gotham didn't use the holiday ruckus as a cover for more nefarious trouble-making. So far, the worst she's seen is a couple of kids bullying others for their candy, not great, but also not something that Batgirl should get herself involved in, if she wanted to keep up her reputation as a serious crime-fighter that could parlay with the likes of Batman.
Honestly, she envied the kids that were making their way down the more well-lit and safer areas of Gotham right now, moving from house-to-house to cheerily shout "trick-or-treat!" and receive candy from kind individuals who stocked up just to be able to spread joy on Halloween. It would certainly beat being bored out of her skull looking over crowds of people as they made for parties, keeping an eye out for trouble.
Sighing as she stands from her kneeled crouch overlooking what looked to be the starts of a street party, Batgirl stretches before she makes a run for the edge of the building, landing on the top of another, making her way further down the main street. Thankfully, the building she'd started out on was one of the higher up ones in the street, so she hadn't had to do much climbing, and she makes it to the corner that she'd been aiming for before long.
This offshoot from the main street was pretty well-known for being a bit of a shady place, but without direct evidence, Gotham's police force couldn't raid any of the private properties inhabiting it to prove their suspicions right. But, as a vigilante - thankfully one whose identity hadn't been uncovered, and if she had her way, it would never be uncovered - she had the freedom to act where the police couldn't. Partially it's a selfless motivation, in checking out this area, because she'd seen how exhausted her father had been trying to make any headway, but also it was partially selfish, because goddammit she just wanted to be able to spend more time with him.
Batgirl is just about to make her way deeper into the offshoot street, when a rowdy mix of laughter and shouting reaches her ears from across the street. Turning, Batgirl squints as she tries to make out the cause of the sound, and what she sees doesn't shock her, but it does annoy her. Loitering in the mouth of an alleyway is a group of boys, and based on the spray-paint cans and phones in their hands, they're having a grand old time vandalising the building that they're in the alley behind of.
She was hoping, kind of, that she wouldn't have to get into much tonight - despite being bored out of her skull - but hey, when crime beckons, justice comes calling! Eyeing up the gap between the building that she's currently on, and the buildings across the street, Batgirl calculates that if she pushes off from the edge of this building with all of the power in her legs, she would just be able to land on top of the building across the street without alerting the boys below.
Making up her mind, Batgirl paces back towards the backwards edge of the building she's on to give herself a good run-up, and then she takes the plunge and starts running towards the edge. She leaps up onto the facade at the edge of the building, and then she's putting all of her faith in her strength as she pushes off from the edge and makes her leap across the street.
Thankfully, her calculations had been correct, and as she tucks into a roll, she makes contact with the top of the building across the street and rolls until she manages to tip herself back up onto her feet. From what she can hear - the banter of the boys being completely uninterrupted - she'd also managed to make it over stealthily, so that's an extra bonus! She'd have the element of surprise on confronting the boys, and that should be more than enough to sway the encounter in her favour, because if she couldn't even take down a group of delinquent kids, could she really call herself a fighter of crime?
Batgirl peeks her head over the edge of the building, and her eyes widen behind her mask as she spies the boys below her holding crowbars alongside baseball bats, and then she watches as one of the boys holding a crowbar steps up closer to the side of the building. She cringes as she hears the screech of metal on metal, but then she barely stifles a gasp as she realises just what's going on below her.
The boy with the crowbar was prying the metal security grate off one of the ground-floor windows, clearly making an attempt at breaking into the ground floor apartment to make off with their goods whilst the people inside were either away at a party, or going trick-or-treating with their children. Just what kind of things did kids get up to, nowadays?! She's only a young adult, barely pushing nineteen, but she'd never felt more disconnected with the youth of today than she was watching a child no more than ten years old, holding a crow bar and using his body weight to get access to property that wasn't his.
It was that, alongside the jeering from the boy's friends, all of them completely on board with what's going on, that makes Batgirl decide that she has to act. She can't just let a breaking and entering, and potential robbery take place, and do nothing! Her father would tell her to exercise caution, and actually, so would her icon, Batman, but if there's one thing that Batgirl has learned about fighting crime, it's that getting the drop on your opponent was one of the best things you could do.
Looking down at the alleyway, Batgirl spies a dumpster not too far from the boys, towards the edge of the building that she's on, and she grins. That would provide an area she could land without being noticed, and then she could spring her assault on the boys to get them to stop breaking into the apartment. It was perfect!
Swallowing back any apprehension, Batgirl vaults over the edge of the building and lands behind the dumpster, her suit cushioning her fall and also muting the noise of her impact against the concrete of the alleyway. Her best bet would be disarming the boy with the crowbar first, as she'd rather take a baseball bat on than a metal crowbar, but as she looks at the group of boys, she realises there are more boys than she thought, at approximately six, and that most of them are armed, only two of the boys not carrying some kind of weapon.
Oh well, she's too far into this to back out now. Plus, what would that say about her character, that she was scared of a group of kids?
Nodding to herself, Batgirl checks her utility belt, before she's leaping out from behind the dumpster and charging towards the boys, the group only noticing her as she 's practically on top of them as she delivers a kick to the boy holding the crowbar, her leg sweeping at the back of his knees to make him fall, giving her an opening to grasp at the crowbar in his hands. The boys shout and spread apart to keep themselves from getting harmed by the altercation, trying to compute just what's going on, but Batgirl doesn't get much solo time with the boy holding the crowbar as she tries her best to wrench it out of his hands.
The boy is stronger than she's expecting, as he uses her grip on his crowbar to pull himself back up from the ground after he'd fallen from her kick, grunting as he does his best to push her back. Batgirl grimaces as she pulls as hard as she can, and then crows with excitement as the crowbar is wrenched from the boy's grip, and suddenly she has the upper hand, but not for long, as she realises that the other boys in the group had blocked off her only route of escape, and that she's thoroughly outnumbered.
However, she is armed, so she's able to use the crowbar to block the first blow that heads her way from one of the boys wielding a wooden baseball bat, but another blow to her stomach winds her.
'Haha,' the boy she'd taken the crowbar from laughs, 'are we really supposed to take you seriously when you're dressed like that?'
Batgirl tries to compute just what he's saying; what's wrong with her costume? It was basically the same as Batman's, with a slightly more feminine twist - a spandex suit with a dress/skirt covering for modesty, alongside tight thigh-high boots to give her that mysterious, femme fatale allure.
'What? What do you mean?' thrown for a loop, Batgirl doesn't notice the boy sneaking beside her, making his way behind her, as the first boy who had been wielding the crowbar - dressed up like one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - folds his arms and look at her, completely unaffected despite being unarmed.
'Like a whore,' he says, simply, and Batgirl feels her cheeks colour bright pink as she realises just what the boy's see in her - not a cool mysterious crime fighter, but just a young woman showing her body off. Ugh! It so wasn't fair!
'I'm not dressed like a whore!' she rebuts, and the boys in front of her simply laugh at her, making the blush in her cheeks darken from a potent mixture of humiliation and regret, as she realises that nothing she could do would change the way the boys look at her. Far too late, she realises that one of the boy's is missing from the group, just as hands grapes at her utility belt and yank, making Batgirl gasp as the belt clicks loose, and it's pulled from her body, the boy behind her backing away when she kicks out in instinct, and looks over her shoulder.
Cold dread wells up in Batgirl's stomach as she realises that her advantage over the group had been thoroughly dismantled in a matter of minutes, just because the main group had managed to distract her with their disparaging words and views on women.
Looking around at the boys, Batgirl smiles in what she hopes is a placating manner, not above trying to save her own skin in a situation which is clearly unwinnable.
'Say, what do you think about just forgetting all of this happened, eh? I'll leave you be, and you'll let me go, and we won't bother each other, how about that?'
The boy dressed as one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles snorts before he starts laughing uproariously, doubling over and slapping his knees before he brings himself back together.
'Hey, Kyle, what should I do with this belt?' the boy calls out from behind her, and the boy who'd had the crowbar - Kyle, she realises - shrugs his shoulders.
'Throw it away. She ain't gonna need it where she's going.'
Batgirl swallows as Kyle steps towards her, the sound of her utility belt clattering further down the alleyway echoing in her ears as she realises just how much she'd screwed up in confronting these boys. Eyes darting around, Batgirl decides that she's at least going to make a break for it, she refuses to stand down and let the consequences of her actions hit her without at least trying to fight it.
Turning, Batgirl darts down the alleyway, but as she comes across a dead end, with the boys shouting behind her as they gain on her, she knows she fucked up, and then, they're on her. Kyle moves in and practically leaps onto her, using the weight of his body and the momentum from his running to knock her down to the floor, their fall thankfully being broken by a soft and lumpy surface.
Batgirl only has a moment to realise that she's been tackled down onto a horrifically smelling dirty mattress that's been out here in the alleyway for god knows how long, before Kyle is grappling her so that he can pin her to the mattress by her arms, grinning down at her as his surprisingly long brown hair hangs down around him., having escaped the confines of his mask.
All she can see of his face are his eyes - also a dark brown - from underneath his costume mask, and it's so annoying because it's giving him a way of hiding his identity from her so that she wouldn't be able to give an apt description of him to law enforcement down the line. However, her focus immediately shifts from what she could do in the future to what is happening right here and now when Kyle calls out to his friends.
'Jake, Luke, get over here, I got an idea as to what we can do tonight,' Kyle leers down at her, and Batgirl swallows as dread swirls in her stomach. Just what were this boy and his goons planning…?
Two boys come up beside him, one dressed as one of the other Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - she wasn't sure which one, she'd never been big on cartoons - and hilariously, the other clearly dressed as Spongebob, white shirt, red tie, and khaki shorts completing the look. Batgirl would laugh if she weren't in such a dangerous situation, as she eyes up the baseball bats that both boys are carrying.
They're both looking down at her from the side of their leader, and the one dressed as Spongebob is clearlyeyeing her up, which makes the sinking feeling in her stomach become stronger. Part of her knew from the start, when Kyle had said she looked like a whore, what these boys were intending to do to her, but it's hitting differently now as one of them clearly eyes her up, scanning her body up and down and clearly liking what he sees.
'Put your bats down. Jake, grab her arms, and Luke, lie down on the mattress, I think you'll wanna be part of this.'
Jake is the boy in the Spongebob costume, she realises, as she rounds to behind her head to grab at her arms, his hands clamping down around her wrists as Kyle lets go, not even giving her a sliver of a second in which she could use to escape. His hands trail down her body almost reverently, making Batgirl shudder - in disgust, she assures herself - as they come to a stop grabbing at her hips. Meanwhile, Luke, in the other Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles costume - hard body shell and all - lies down next to her, smirking at her from her side.
Batgirl grits her teeth, barely restraining herself from saying some choice words to the boy, but then she gasps as between Kyle and Jake, she gets lifted up to lie on top of Luke's body, the top of his head barely clearing her shoulders. God, she hopes that the bulge she can feel nudging against her ass is just a phone or badly stashed candy, but she has a feeling that it's something else, something that she doesn't want to think about.
Kyle is fully leering down at her now, making no effort to hide the way he's looking at her breasts, her slim waist, and her wide, flared out hips. Ugh, is this what Catwoman had meant when she commented on her costume hugging too close to her body for her to be so oblivious about it? Batman had looked uncomfortable at the topic of conversation, so she had changed it as fast as she could, but now that she looks back on the conversation, she realises that Catwoman was right.
Kyle lift's her hips up a bit and then Luke underneath her is shimmying the skirt of her costume as high as it'll go, flipping in inside out so that it lies back against her stomach and the groin of her costume - simply just repurposed fabric from some work-out leggings - is revealed to the boys. After that, Batgirl bristles as two hands come to press against her cheeks, tipping her face backwards until her neck strains, and she's looking at the world upside down, unable to make eye-contact with Jake but knowing that the boy would be smirking smugly at her anyways.
Without her utility belt and being pinned on top of one of the boys, with the other boys in the gang keeping watch to make sure that no one interrupted their little game, Batgirl is completely and utterly at the boys' mercy, and she does not like what she knows is going to happen to her as a result of her interference.
She's lowered back down onto Luke, and without the extra barrier of her skirt in place, she can feel what is most definitely a cock through Luke's costume leggings, the thin fabric of her own costume and his doing nothing to conceal the shape and size of it. It feels massive against her ass, and Batgirl gulps, trying her best to close her legs and give herself at least some semblance of dignity, but that flies out of the window the moment that Jake shuffles closer to her head hanging upside down.
She hears the rustling of fabric, and then a large cock is hanging right above her face, the tip of it nearly touching against her lips. Batgirl's eyes widen behind her mask, and she does her best to hold her breath so that she can't smell the salt and sweat as a result of a night out most likely committing crimes, but if she breathes through her mouth, she'll be able to taste it, and she's not sure that Jake wouldn't take the opportunity of her open mouth to just shove himself inside of it.
Instead, though, her head is tipped back up so that she can look at the leader of the group, Jake's cock a presence above her head that almost feels like an executioner's blade, waiting for her to be vulnerable before making the attack. She watches as Kyle grins down at her, palming the bulge of his cock through his tight green leggings, his head tipping back as he moans into the cold autumn air of the alleyway.
Jake's hands, one holding her head, and the other pressed against her collar bones, are keeping her in place while Kyle gets himself off looking at how she's restrained before him, and Batgirl grimaces as she feels Luke's hard cock poking against her ass from behind, a clear hot and hard shape that he's clearly doing his best to not press into her from the way his legs are trembling.
'I'm gonna fuck you in front of my boys, let them watch you fall apart on my cock, and you're gonna love it.'
Batgirl grimaces at Kyle, her face twisting up showing just what she thinks of that, but he simply laughs at her, before he starts to pull his leggings down, showing the top of smooth, hairless tanned legs as he does so. The more important part, however, is just how large his cock is, as Batgirl's eyes go wide looking at it. It's thick and long, and Kyle's hand can't even fully wrap around the girth of it as he pumps himself a few times, milking out pre-cum from the fat head to slick his strokes as he looks down at her.
'Like what you see?' he says, and Batgirl realises with a flush of humiliation that she'd been just… staring at his cock, gawking at it as if it wasn't attached to an insufferable brat who wanted to rape her.
'No, I don't! You think something like that is gonna break me? Think again!'
'Oh?' Kyle's smile gets wider, 'we've got a feisty one, boys, let's show her just where that feistiness is gonna get her, shall we?'
Kyle moves closer to her, and Batgirl gulps as he slaps his cock down over the top of her suit, the tip of it ending somewhere near her navel, showcasing just how huge he was, especially for such a young boy. She wasn't the type to sleep around, but she'd had a few encounters here and there, but none of them had ever been this big, and Batgirl swallows as her pussy clenches down around nothing in the confines of her leggings.
'Open up for me,' Kyle leers down at her, and Batgirl firmly, resolutely keeps her legs clenched shut, even going so far as to tense her thigh muscles to do her best to make it so that the boy towering over her couldn't get her legs open.
It doesn't matter, though, as without her utility belt, she doesn't have anything she can pull out of the bag and surprise her captors, and now she realises that Batman - and to an extent, Catwoman - not always keeping their tools directly linked to their (removable) utility belt is much smarter than she'd initially assumed.
Above her face, Jake is stroking his cock, and she can smell the scent of his arousal, a salty musk that makes her want to move her head, but as Kyle frowns down at her before wrenching her thighs open despite how much she'd exercised her strength to keep them closed, she figures that she's already pushing the envelope, and she doesn't want the boys to get violent, Those bats weren't all that far away, after all, so if she could get through this with as little injury as possible, it would be for the better. But… she's still so angry, and she grimaces as Kyle's hands trace over her clothed pussy, his hands roving all over her groin and inner thighs.
His hands grip at the tight spandex of her leggings before starting to pull, and Batgirl smiles triumphantly up at Kyle as he struggles to tear her suit, swearing and frowning, but her triumph is short-lived as he manages to dig his nails into the weave of the fabric, and then her leggings are tearing across her groin, exposing her pussy to Kyle's greedy eyes and hands.
She can't wear underwear with her suit, with it being so tight to her skin over her legs and groin, and it's so embarrassing to have that revealed to these delinquents.
'Holy shit, what a slut,' one of them gasps, and Batgirl can't even move her hands - pinned by Jake's knees over her wrists so he could free his hands - to try and cover herself up as she flushes bright pink with humiliation.
'Oh, you're such a whore! What kind of hero goes around without underwear on? You're just a slut play-acting as a superhero, aren't you?'
'Shut up, I'm not a whore!'
'Then why are you wet?'
Batgirl lets out a cry as Kyle moves in closer, directing his cock so that the fat head of his cock is pressing against the entrance of her cunt, and embarrassingly, she realises that she's so wet, her juices slicking up the head of Kyle's cock as he rubs it against her pussy. Kyle grins down at her, and Batgirl sneers back up at him, making sure to tell him as much as she can with the expression on her face that she refuses to listen to what he's saying to her.
Her defiance in her facial expression only makes Kyle smile even wider before her starts to press himself against her body and rub his cock against her pussy. The head of his cock slips from prodding at her hole, and Batgirl barely manages to restrain a breath of relief at the threat receding, if only a little bit, but the same breath gets caught in her throat as the head of Kyle's cock nudges against the underside of her clit.
Fuck, it shouldn't feel good, but the reality of the situation is that the head of Kyle's cock is nudging against her clit and the friction and pressure is making her pussy quiver as it clenches down around nothing, her body reacting to pleasure that she doesn't want. It's pervasive, rising in a tingle from her lower stomach and making her shudder where she's lay back, but the reprieve of Kyle's cock threateningly pressing against the entrance to her pussy is short-lived.
He shifts himself so that he's back in position, the underside of his cock slick from her juices - which is just so embarrassing to think about that she refuses to actually think on it any longer, it's just a natural reaction, she doesn't like this - and now her stomach drops in an uncomfortable swoop as he starts to press more insistently against her. The tip of his cock presses into the entrance of her pussy and then her pussy is stretching around the bulk of it as he presses inside, and Batgirl feels her breath fully catch in her throat as she holds it, the shock of the stretch making her body seize up, tensing hard as she tries to not welcome it inside of her.
It's useless though, her body can't resist for long, and soon he's pushed himself inside so that the head of his cock is fully inside of her pussy. Batgirl tries her best to not give a visible reaction, even though the spread hurts, and her body isn't used to the girth of him at all, used to much slimmer cocks in the few times she's slept with someone else. She grits her teeth and glares up at Kyle, who simply smirks back down at her, annoyingly smug.
'Enjoying yourself?' he asks, and Batgirl's face twists in a sneer.
'Absolutely not, this is nothing!'
Oh fuck, she should not have said that. Kyle's face falls flat, before he shunts his hips forwards in a thrust that steals the breath from Batgirl's lungs at the sudden feeling of fullness and stretching. He smiles down at her, but it's clear that he's annoyed, as he draws back without giving her any reprieve or time to adjust to the stretch, before forcibly pushing back inside and setting up a punishing rhythm.
'Fuck, what are you-'
'Shut up and enjoy it, bitch,' he says, swivelling his hips on the thrust inside of her, and Batgirl grimaces as she starts to feel sparks of pleasure take over the initial pain of being stretched wide on Kyle's cock, the force of his thrusts making her back rub against Luke's costume underneath her, her head knocking back against Jake's thighs as he kneels behind her, stroking himself to the rhythm of his leader's thrusts.
The pain dissipates, and now Batgirl is left with overwhelm and overstimulation and rising pleasure as she tries her best to not let Kyle win, to not let him make her feel good, but it's a battle that she's starting to lose as she feels herself get wetter around his cock as it thrusts in and out of her pussy, scrambling up her brain and making her feel fuzzy and almost out of it as she tries to claw back any sense of dignity and resilience.
Batgirl opens her mouth to try and say something that could either make Kyle stop his thrusts, or at least get a personal snipe in that would make herself feel better about this situation, but instead of any words, all that comes out of her mouth as she opens it is an almost delirious sounding moan as her instinct takes over, completely driving away any words she'd thought to say.
Kyle grins down at her and swivels his hips as he bottoms out in her pussy, making his cock grindagainst her G-spot in a way that has her mind whiting out for a moment as she hiccups and lets out another uncontrollable moan that ends in an upset whine. She can't believe that she's the one making those kinds of noises, she sounds like a complete and utter whore, and it's humiliating as her agency is robbed from her as her body succumbs to the pleasure of being so forcibly fucked.
Her pussy is quivering around the girth of Kyle's cock, clenching down erratically, and Batgirl isn't sure whether it's her body trying to defend itself and clench shut to not let him thrust back inside of her, or whether her body is betraying her from the pleasure that his cock is giving to her, and is trying to milk an orgasm out of him so that she can feel him filling her up with his cum. Either way, it's overwhelming, and she shudders as she tries to arrange her legs in a way that gives her some kind of reprieve, but she isn't even allowed to do that as Kyle's hands press at the back of her thighs and lift her legs so that she's practically folded in half on top of the boy beneath her.
She's pressed back into a mating press position, she realises with a flush to her cheeks that she can't work out if it's further humiliation or begrudging arousal. Kyle presses in closer to keep her in position, meaning that he's practically hunched over on top of her as he swings his hips against her, the obscene slick smack of wet skin on skin ringing in Batgirl's ears. How had no one come across them, or at least gotten suspicious?
Then again, she thinks, a little miserably, if she had heard what sounded like someone having sex on a street corner, she wouldn't intervene, she'd be too embarrassed to! It's clear that no one is coming to save her, so all she has to do is try her best to endure this; it'll all be over soon, and she can go back to her regular life of fighting crime and keeping an eye out for her dad.
Gritting her teeth, Batgirl does her best to control her facial expression and change it from "slut who can't do anything except moan over cock" to something that's more resilient, more resistant.
'Ffffuck you,' she manages to bite out, holding back a moan in the middle of her words, 'can't get pussy ssssoooo -' she cuts herself off with a moan she couldn't stop from escaping her throat, 'you jump on the first girl you find and rape her,' she manages to finish, panting for breath.
Kyle sneers down at her and gives a punishing thrust of his hips that jams the fat head of his cock against her cervix in a near painful, yet obscene kiss of flesh on flesh.
'Does it matter? You're falling apart for my cock anyways, you fucking slut,' with the end of his sentence, he shifts his hips a little, and then each and every one of his thrusts is making the girth of his cock rub against her G-spot in a way that makes Batgirl's eyes go wide before they roll backwards in her head, as pleasure starts to overtake her body.
Her orgasm had been building for a while, but this level of stimulation is making it rush towards her like a tidal wave, the water having receded from the shore now rushing in with complete destructive force. Batgirl opens her mouth and pants for breath, delirious moans escaping her throat on every other breath, and she can practically taste Jake's cock above her mouth, and were she more broken down, she'd stretch her head up and take it in her mouth, but as it is, she simply watches the way it pulses and throbs as Jake strokes himself fast and hard.
Batgirl gasps as her stomach tightens, her orgasm looming over her, ready to crash down over her in a wave of truly biblical proportions. Her pussy throbs and quivers, clenching down erratically around Kyle's thrusting cock, and with one more thrust and filthy circular grind of Kyle's hips to grind the tip of his cock against the end of her pussy, she's completely gone.
Then, Jake leans back a little bit and Batgirl's hands come free from where they'd been pinned, but instead of trying to free herself, she's so swept up in her pleasure that all she does is reach for her own breasts, playing with them as she lifts the shirt of her spandex suit, exposing her breasts to Kyle, who simply moans in appreciation at the sight.
Sucking in a desperate breath of air, Batgirl moans as her orgasm peaks, pleasure that had been building low in the pit of her stomach spreading across her entire body as her pussy quivers, clenching down around Kyle's cock hard, doing it's best to milk his orgasm out of him as she soaks his cock and the boy underneath her with the evidence of her pleasure, slick practically a waterfall out of her pussy. She shudders in overwhelm as the fire of her orgasm burns through her and leaves naught but ash behind as she pants and moans, completely out of it, her body taking over as she circles her hips in mirrored motions from Kyle's thrusts as she distantly registers him laughing at her before moaning loudly.
Batgirl moans lowly as she feels his cock throb and pulse in the no longer so tight confines of her pussy, her walls stretched by just how large Kyle's cock is and how strongly he'd been thrusting into her. Kyle grinds his hips against hers and presses down as much as he can, having her completely pinned underneath him in a mating press as his own orgasm starts, his moans not muffled that well by his mask as he starts to come.
The first pulse of cum filling up her pussy makes Batgirl's brain white out a little, her body instinctively reacting to the feeling of being came inside of, and the subsequent heady throb-pulses of Kyle's orgasm making her feel even more pleasure. He's coming so much that it starts to leak out of her pussy around the wide plug of his cock, and Batgirl tries to move her hands against Jake's knees to try and scoop and press it back against the plug of his cock to try and push it back inside, but she can't move under the boy's weight, and she moans in discontentment at the idea of losing some of Kyle's cum out of her pussy.
Kyle pants as he comes down from his high, and maybe Batgirl is operating completely on blitzed instinct and overwrought braincells, but he almost looks more attractive than she'd thought he was, even though his mask hides most of his face. Maybe it's because she's only just coming down from her own orgasm, the aftershocks still wracking her body and making her shudder as Kyle draws back from pinning her so extremely, her thighs welcoming the relief as she's allowed to move her legs back down out of the mating press.
Her body is completely destroyed in terms of being able to resist anything else being done to her; her muscles in her legs are screaming from the extreme position she'd been forced into, her pussy is slack and exhausted, and the pleasure that had seared through her had left her practically limp and useless. Batgirl moans lowly, her voice cracking from over-use, as Kyle pulls out of her pussy, a practical waterfall of cum following him pulling out. She moans again in dissatisfaction, and then Kyle's fingers are scooping up his cum and pressing it back into the slackened entrance of her pussy.
'You're such a slut for cock and cum you don't even wanna let it out of your body,' he says as he presses his fingers inside of her, exploratory presses of the pads of his fingers against her walls making her flinch from jolts of overstimulating pleasure zipping up and down her spine from her ruined pussy.
She can't even deny what he's saying, but she still twists her face in a scowl as she looks up at him, too exhausted and over-wrought to do much else except weakly kick her leg against the side of his hip as he presses his fingers meanly against her G-spot before withdrawing them. Jake shifts his legs and grabs at her wrists with his hands, one of them very slick in a very tell-tale manner that makes her grimace at the feel, and then her wrists that had just come free are pinned again underneath his knees, before he moves back to stroking himself desperately above her.
Above her, she can hear Jake moan, and then there's cum raining down over the chest of her costume as Jake orgasms, stroking his cock fast and sloppy over her head, and some part of her mind deliriously wants for him to direct his cock at her face, but she has just enough of her wits about her to not beg for it like a whore and humiliate herself further. The cum is hot and feels warm against the skin of her breasts and the top of her stomach, and then she watches with disbelief as Jake's other hand comes down and start to smear the cum into her skin, with it branding her as a complete and utter slut.
Embarrassingly, she feels a twinge of heat in her pussy at the idea of Jake claiming her like that, as if she hadn't humiliated herself enough by moaning so loudly when Kyle had started to come inside of her, but she simply does her best to close her legs so that no one can scrutinise her now that the entire event is over.
Except…
Except. Jake isn't moving his knees off her wrists where he'd placed them again, and while Kyle had pulled back enough for her to close her thighs, he's still hard, stroking himself slowly and savouring the pleasure of the motion, whilst Luke underneath her starts to grind against her ass, the bulge of his cock still has hot and hard as ever. If she's not mistaken, she can feel a damp spot carpooling against her back, implying that Luke had come against her ass at somepoint whilst Kyle had been fucking her, and part of her shrinks inside of herself as she realises that despite all of them coming, they're all still hard.
It's not over. They're not letting her go, and Kyle is looking down at her with a smug smirk that screams, "we're not done here yet".
'No,' she gasps out, dread dousing cold over her entire body, as she tries to move her legs to try and kick out or manage to stand despite the awkward position she's pinned in, but it's no use, as all she does is manage to rub against the cock pressing against her but whilst providing a show for Kyle and Jake as she watches Kyle go from half-hard to fully hard again.
Similarly, Jake's cock throbs and pulses above her head as he hisses, stroking himself faster and faster again as he gets fully hard after softening a little after his orgasm, clearly doing his best to extend his stamina for when he gets a turn to fuck her. Whether he'd get to fuck her face, her pussy, or even her ass, is completely up in the air, she realises, as Kyle wrenches her thighs open again.
'You're not done yet,' he smirks down at her, 'me and my boys are just getting started, aren't we?'
He calls out those last two words, and Batgirl's eyes go wide as she remembers that the three boys that are crowded around her aren't the only boys in the gang that she'd interrupted. God, how could she forget? Was she just that much of a whore that as soon as she got a good dicking down, everything else fled her mind? Three boys move in from where they'd been guarding the mouth of the alleyway, and as they step closer, Batgirl can see just how hard they are from just listening into the way Kyle had fucked her completely stupid.
Kyle's fingers swipe over her pussy, collecting some of the cum that had started to leak out of her pussy despite his best efforts to keep her stuffed full, and then his fingers are prodding and pressing at her asshole in a way that makes Batgirl shout out.
'No, not there, don't fuck me there, you're a fucking degenerate-' she gasps as two fingers breach the rim of her asshole, pushing in with surprising ease despite the fact that she had never let anyone touch her ass. Hell, she'd only rarely explored that when she was alone and horny, and yet, here her body is opening up under Kyle's touch like she's nothing but a two-cent whore that he'd picked up off the street-corner.
As the other boys draw closer, she realises just how screwed she is as they fish out their cocks from their leggings and shorts of their costumes, all of them crowded around her in the alleyway as Kyle's fingers pull out of her ass. He grins down at her, before he kicks himself up into a standing position, withdrawing as the other boys in his gang crowd around her fully.
'Serve my boys well, you hear? I'll be filming you, for good measure.'
Batgirl's eyes go wide as Kyle pulls his phone out of his backpack discarded by the side of the building, but then she's gasping and tipping her head back as Luke pulls his pants down underneath her and presses his cock, slick with his own cum, into her asshole, as the other boys squabble for good positions.
Fuck. She's never going to live this down.