The Breaking Of Batgirl | By : Anon42 Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 5852 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Batgirl's head feels fuzzy as consciousness begins to return.
She remembers surveiling a warehouse rumored to be used by Black Mask's gang, the False Face Society, trying to gather intel on them. The last thing she remembers is feeling a small sting on her neck, like a bug had bitten her; everything after that is blank.
They hit me with a tranq dart, she realizes as her head clears. She starts trying to get her bearings as she fully awakens.
She's tied down to something that could charitably be described as a chair, though it doesn't actually have a proper seat. Her legs are spread wide across the two bars on either side, tied in place, with her arms tied in place behind the chair. It's bolted to the floor, refusing to flex as she struggles to move.
Her utility belt, gloves and boots are missing, so she's unable to use any of her hidden lockpicks or cutting tools. She can tell by the feeling in her toes that the room she's being kept in is just the tiniest bit too cold.
Batgirl is just about to try to determine where this room is when the question is suddenly answered for her, as the lights suddenly snap on. She's in what appears to be a large unfinished basement of some kind, with lights along the ceiling now providing a clear view of it. The strangest part is the series of cameras on tripods that fill the room, all pointed at her from various angles.
Someone's trying to brag about catching me, she thinks.
The single door, at the top of a short staircase, suddenly creaks open, and a group of men files into the room. It's a large group; around 20 or so of them. They gather around her in a loose circle, chuckling menacingly to themselves. She can tell by the masks they wear that they're False Face members.
"You guys trying to brag to your boss? What, he's too busy to come talk to me himself, so you're filming me to give to him later?"
She hears a voice from the door. "No, actually, I'd call this a high-priority item for me."
The man himself, Roman Sionis, the Black Mask, comes down the stairs, the door locking behind him. He comes over and stands in front of Batgirl, looking down at her. Despite his face being covered, she can tell he's smiling under there.
"Well I'm flattered to be considered a priority", she says. "But I'm afraid you've left a terrible first impression. I mean, the service hear is pretty unimpressive. I'm afraid I'd like my things back so I can leave."
He chuckles humorlessly at her joke. "Oh, I'd be happy to arrange that. After we've discussed business."
She continues to put up a cocky, jovial front, as she scans for ways to escape, realizing quickly that her hands are tied so as to prevent her from slipping out of her bonds.
"What business could you possibly have with me?"
"I'm glad you asked, Batgirl. It's actually a funny story", he answers, matching her tone. "See, you and your Bat friends are trying to take down Rupert Thorne's operation, correct?"
"We've been known to go up against them."
"Perfect, because we also happen to have a rather unpleasant relationship with them. In fact, supposedly, they're bringing in a shipment of weapons tomorrow night that I'd love to get my hands on before they can.
"Now, I know that you've done some investigation into them, so much so that I'd be willing to bet you would happen to know exactly when and where the arrival is taking place!"
Batgirl puts up a front of ignorance regarding Thorne's operation. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know anything about such a shipment."
She can still tell he's smiling under there as he calls her bluff. "C'mon, Batgirl; let's have a little mutual respect and be honest with each other."
"I don't know anything about their shipment, and even if I did, you understand why I would be reluctant to tell you?"
"Oh, I definitely do, but I also have enough respect for your intelligence to believe that you see how this situation could go for you if you decide to make things difficult."
Batgirl chuckles at his threat. "You understand that Batman will come looking for me soon enough, right? As soon as he realizes he hasn't heard from me?"
Sionis feigns shock for a moment, before resuming his previous attitude. "See, I would be worried about that, if I hadn't set your comms to broadcast their all-clear signal. Batman thinks you've gone radio silent to sneak into my building, which means it'll be a long time before he gets suspicious."
Batgirl realizes that his threat is legitimate, but puts her guard back up after only a fraction of a second. "Even if that is true, I'm not going to take the risk of giving someone like you additional firepower, regardless of what you do to me."
"So is that a No to my offer?"
"A hard No."
He sighs slightly, as if he's actually upset that she's decided not to cooperate. "Bring the cart."
One of the men pushes a rolling cart over to his boss. It has several drawers, and on top carries some sort of electrical box, with four cables attached. Each cable ending in a clamp.
Instead of going for the cart, Sionis instead comes over to Batgirl, and gently places his hands on either side of her neck. She realizes that he must've disabled her suit's defenses, as he begins to slide her mask up.
"Hey! Stop that! Get the hell off me, you bastard!"
Her threats fail to deter him, and she yells as he pulls her mask off, uncovering her face. She's very conscious of the cameras pointed at her.
"Relax. We're not actually interested in finding out who you really are; it's not important to us. I just wanted a better look at that pretty face."
"Go to hell!" she yells at him.
"Oh, she's got some fight in her!" he says to his men. "I like her!" He undoes the clasp on her cape before walking back to the cart, dumping both her mask and cape on the ground in a pile.
Now he reaches for the cart, opening one of its drawers and pulling out a pair of scissors. He holds them up prominenetly as he walks over to her with them.
Batgirl - Barbara - looks at him angrily, trying not to let her heart rate rise, wondering what he plans to do with those. He answers the question by kneeling down in front of her, finding the bottom edge of her tunic, and begins cutting upwards. Whatever those scissors are made of, it's going through her tunic's armored material with ease.
"Hey! Get off me, you pervert!" Barbara yells, as he cuts off the top part of her suit, working the blade down the sleeves at the end.
Once that's off, he starts doing the same on her pants, ignoring her protests, running the blade down each pant leg, until they're off too.
Sitting there now in her underwear, Barbara becomes distinctly aware of the way the men gathered around are looking at her. And she's not a fan of it.
She yells again as Sionis cuts the straps on her bra, before undoing the clasp, exposing her breasts to the room. And the cameras.
Lastly, he cuts through the waistband of her panties, pulling them free.
Barbara is now completely naked in front of Sionis and his men, to their vocal amusement.
She tries to put her brave face back on. "What? You've never seen a woman naked before?"
It's not working on them.
As Sionis walks back over to his cart, Barbara hears the men around her snickering at the fact that the room's temperature is cold enough for her nipples to be getting hard. Her face grows slightly red with embarrasment and anger.
Sionis returns the scissors to their drawer, and grabs two of the cables from the box on top of the cart. He brings them over and holds them up for Barbara to see.
"Do you know what these do?"
She knows exactly what they do, but has no interest in making this easy for him. "I'm sure you're gonna tell me."
He pretends to be considering. "Mm? Less tell and more show."
He brings the two cables right over to her. Barbara winces as he clamps a cable to each of her nipples.
With some effort, she manages to keep her composure, as Sionis grabs the other two cables.
"Look, I appreciate the gift, but I'm not really one for body jewerly, so if you could just-"
He interrupts her by clamping the remaining two cables to her labia. She closes her mouth and grunts as the two cables fasten into place.
As Barbara struggles even harder to keep her composure, Sionis steps back to allow his audience to get a good look at her. They're very excited by what they're seeing.
Barbara Gordon, Batgirl, strapped to a chair, naked as the day she was born, with cables clamped to her tits and pussy.
Sionis stands near the cart, resting his hand on the box's control knob. "Are you sure you don't wanna reconsider my offer??"
Barbara takes a moment to steady herself, before replying "I work with Batman; you're not gonna be able to intimidate me."
Sionis playfully shrugs before slowly wrapping his hand around the control knob. The audience's excitement is palpable.
Barbara looks around at them, seeing how they're looking at her, and not seeing any means of escape. Breathing deeply through her nose, she clamps her mouth shut and tries to prepare herself for what's about to happen. Locked onto her face is a look of angry determination, challenging Black Mask to do his worst.
Taking the challenge, Sionis cranks the control knob to life.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
Barely keeping her mouth closed, Barbara grunts, feeling the electricity hit her for the first time. He only gives her a few seconds of it, turning it back off shortly. She breathes in slowly and deeply, trying to stay calm.
He's trying to warm me up to it, she thinks to herself.
A few seconds later, he turns it up higher, and she can't help herself.
"MMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Barbara screams as electricity surges through her body, accompanied by the most agonizing pain she's ever felt. Sionis leaves the power on for a few seconds, before turning it back down.
Barbara's body stops seizing as the electricity cuts off, leaving her sitting there, breathing hard. The look of anger on her face grows as she hears the audience react.
"Wooooooo! Yeah!"
"Listen to the little Batbitch sing for us!"
Barbara's face burns with anger and embarrasment at their comments about her. She only gets a few seconds to focus on that, however, before Sionis cranks the power back up.
"MMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
The agony of the electricity returns, causing her to scream again. Her back arches as the muscles in her body convulse wildly. Over the sound of her own scream, she hears the audience enjoying themselves.
"Oooh! She can sing AND dance!"
Sionis enjoys the sight of Barbara screaming and shaking for a few seconds, before turning it off again. She collapses back into her seat, struggling to catch her breath.
Her face and chest are both growing red, both from pain and anger, as she fights a losing battle to maintain some of her dignity.
Do not break, she thinks to herself. Batman will come for you. It's only a matter of time. You can hold out until Batman comes for you.
Give them nothing.
Sionis calls out to her from the cart. "You know, it doesn't have to go like this. You still have the option of making this easy for yourself."
Between breaths, she manages to get out a reply. "Fuck.....you......"
Seconds after she's done with her retort the pain is back, as Sionis cranks the knob up again. This time, he leaves it on longer, letting himself and the audience enjoy the sound of Barbara screaming, the sight of her back arching, body shaking.
When he turns it off she collapses again, the restraints holding her in place the only reason she's upright and not slumped over. Despite the cold in the room, she's sweating slightly.
Barbara feels a slight burning in her eyes, but forces it back down. Do not let them see you cry. You will not give them the satisfaction.
Give them nothing. Do not cry. Give them nothing. Do not cry. Give them nothing. Do not cry.
She repeats the mantra in her head multiples times, using it to keep her mind clear as Sionis calls out again.
"There's no shame in telling me what I want to know. None of us will judge you for it."
"Go......to......hell........"
He cranks the power up again.
"MMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
He soon turns it back down, not wanting her to pass out on them. He and his audience are enjoying the show too much.
"Oh yes. This is gonna be fun."
It continues like this for a while, though Barbara quickly loses track of how long. It becomes a blur, punctuated with the sounds of the audience cheering as she screams and convulses. Her back arching, her toes curling, her fingers flexing. She screams until her throat is on fire, but the pain doesn't stop. Every muscle in her body aches as they involuntarily contract with each jolt of electricity.
Barbara repeats her newfound mantra in her head:
Give them nothing. Do not cry.
It keeps her sane, but that's about its limit. All she can process is the mantra and the pain. In moments of clarity, she spots the cameras, bristling with embarrasment at the fact that her abuse is being filmed. Given the visible bulges in the pants of most of the men watching, she imagines them jerking off to the video later. Then the pain is back and all she can do is scream.
Periodically, Sionis pauses for a few moments to give her another chance to change her mind.
"C'mon, Batgirl. I know your tits feel like they're on fire. Just tell me about the shipment. This all stops when you tell me."
Taking a moment to get the words out, Barbara retorts in a soft voice ".........Fuck you."
That soft voice becomes loud again as she screams, Sionis cranking the power back up. His audience is loving the show she's putting on.
She feels like she's going to have a heart attack when Sionis finally turns the power off for the last time. Collapsing as much as her restraints allow, her tits heaving up and down as she struggles to catch her breath. Head hanging down, her red hair hanging messily in front of her face, some of it sticking to the sweat on her forehead.
Sionis steps away from the cart, coming over to her. "I have to say, I'm impressed."
With some effort, Barbara manages to raise her head and look at him.
"I mean, I've seen former Navy SEALS break after 10 minutes in this chair. We've been going for over an hour. You have my respect, Batgirl."
She manages a weak smirk, defiance still in her eyes.
Sionis begins to remove the clamps from her aching tits and pussy. The pain momentarily intensifies as bloodflow returns to them, before subsiding to a duller ache as he coils the cables up on top of the box.
Sionis then turns to address his audience.
"That was fun, wasn't it?"
They answer him with a cheer.
"Let's say we move on to the main event!?"
An even bigger cheer.
With some effort, Barbara turns her head, wondering what the 'main event' could be. She looks around for signs of what they might be planning. No whips, no lit cigarettes, nothing they'd use to waterboard her.
Then she looks at Sionis, and her question is answered.
Standing in front of her, Sionis is unzipping his pants.
Adrenaline brings her energy back, as she yells and struggles with renewed vigor to get her hands free. She strains against the restraints on her knees, desperate to shut her legs. All she accomplishes is energizing the audience more by showing off the muscle definition in her thighs.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
As his pants hit the floor, Sionis kneels down between Barbara's forced-open legs. She can see the perverse glee in his eyes as he shuffles into position.
"Don't you fucking touch me! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
She looks around again for a way to escape, finding only the sadistic looks from the men watching. She winces and grunts as she feels Sionis press lightly against her entrance, struggling harder against her bonds.
Give them nothing. Do not cry. Give them nothing. Do not cry.
With every eye in the room on her, Barbara wails in pain and humiliation as Sionis eases himself into her. Despite her efforts to stop it, a tear rolls down her cheek.
He starts slowly, gently almost, easing himself back and forth inside her as the audience watches.
"How does she feel, boss?", one of the men yells out.
Sionis takes a moment before answering "Tight."
Another tear as Barbara hears the way they're talking about her, feeling Sionis thrust into her with no way to stop it.
Black Mask is one of the most notorious, deadly crime bosses in the city.
And now he knows what the inside of my pussy feels like.
The tears begin to flow in earnest as the reality fully sinks in:
This is what being raped feels like.
Trying to maintain some dignity, she clamps her mouth shut again and looks at him as he violates her, anger locked onto her face even as the tears flow.
Despite her struggling and lack of arousal, Sionis is enjoying himself. He gradually starts to speed up his thrusting, egged on by his audience.
"Hell yeah! Fuck her!"
"Give the litte Batslut everything you've got!"
Barbara can only sit there, rage in her eyes, tears running down her face, as Sionis speeds up, fucking her faster and faster. He stares directly into her eyes as he does it, clearly enjoying himself.
She can tell by his speeding up and breathing that he's getting closer. Her horror grows as the inevitable approaches, with her powerless to stop it. The audience is loving it.
"Cum on the little slut's face!"
"Glaze her tits!"
Not slowing down, Sionis answers their suggestions "Oh, I've got a better idea!" and speeds up even further, squeezing her ass cheeks with his gloved hands as he does it.
Her face tear-streaked, Barbara winces and grunts as Sionis buries himself in one last time, and she feels him start cumming.
The audience cheers as Sionis gives a few smaller thrusts, emptying his balls deep inside her.
After taking a moment to bask in his perverse accomplishment, Sionis pulls out and gets dressed, to applause from his audience. Barbara can only sit there, the sick feeling of his cum inside her the only thing she can focus on, silently praying that he didn't just get her pregnant, or give or some sort of STD. She looks up with rage in her eyes, even as she sputters out soft cries with tears running down her cheeks.
"You.....you FUCKING BASTARD!"
Sionis turns to properly address his men. "Wow! That was fantastic!"
".......Who's up next!?"
Barbara's eyes go wide in horror, looking at the nearly two dozen men surrounding her, realizing exactly what those evil looks in their eyes mean.
She yells in protest as Sionis steps back, allowing two of his men to come over to her.
"No! Get the fuck away from me! Don't fucking touch me, you sick fucks!"
One of the men, as he walks past the cart, opens one of its drawers and pulls out a ring gag. As he comes over to her, he jams it into her mouth. It takes a few tries due to her struggling, but eventually he manages to get it fastened into place. Her mouth now forcibly held open, all Barbara can do is yell incoherently.
Once he's done fastening her ring gag, the other man steps behind her, operating a lever she didn't even know was back there. Suddenly, she's falling, as the upper half of her chair tilts backwards, stopping once it's parallel with the ground. Her head is hanging off the end, upside-down, her hair touching the ground.
She yelps as she feels one of the men enter her, more roughly than his boss did. She then realizes why they chose to use a ring gag on her, as the other man inserts his dick into her mouth.
Both men soon start going at her. Pain radiates from her still-sore pussy as the one man uses it, while the other is seeing how deep he can go in her mouth. She gags as he penetrates her throat, hearing him moan as he does it. She struggles to breathe as he thrusts into her, saliva beginning to drip from her mouth.
With the rest of the men cheering them on, both men go to town on Barbara, violating her at both ends. Sionis standing aside, watching it all happen. The rest of the men cheering them on.
"Yeah! Run a train on the little Batslut!"
"She likes it!"
Soon enough, both of them are approaching their own climax. The one in her pussy pulls out and dumps his load on her stomach, while the one in her mouth buries himself as far as he can into her throat. A wave of self-loathing and humiliation washes over Barbara as she's forced to reflexively swallow his cum, something the audience doesn't miss.
"Ooooh, look at that! She swallowed like a good little whore!"
"No wonder Batman keeps her around!"
Her face grows redder from embarrasment and difficulty breathing as the two satisfied men step back, allowing two more to come forward.
One quickly begins his own assault on her throat, while the other kneels down between her legs. She mentally braces herself for more pain in her pussy, but he decides he wants to get creative.
"Hand me the lube."
Barbara isn't sure she heard him right, until she feels a cold, slippery liquid being rubbed against the surface of her asshole. Her scream is muffled by one dick as a second forces itself into her ass.
"Oh my God, that felt amazing!" yells the man currently fucking Barbara's mouth. She silently bristles at the idea that she inadvertently gave him pleasure. He decides to replicate it, eliciting another scream by suddenly pinching Barbara's nipples, still sore from the electricity earlier. He moans again.
Both of them are thrusting at their own paces, having the time of their lives as Barbara cries, gags and struggles to breathe. Spit is flowing freely down her upside-down face, stinging her eyes and getting stuck in her hair.
Soon enough, they're both satisfied with their abuse of her. One of them pulls out and paints her face with his cum, while the other teaches her what an anal creampie feels like.
Two more men step up to the plate. One in her mouth, wanting to take her throat for a spin. Another wave of shame and self-loathing hits Barbara as she realizes she's relieved that the other one chose to use her pussy instead of her ass. She suddenly realizes by his voice that he's the man who yelled "Glaze her tits!" while Sionis was raping her.
Both of them are going hard on her, not stopping for one moment to consider her discomfort. Soon enough, that attitude is bringing them to the finish line. The one in her mouth adds another load to her face. She hears the other one say "Push her tits together!" and his friend obliges, allowing him to, as promised earlier, glaze her tits.
It starts to become a blur again, as cock after cock after cock violates every hole on Barbara's body. It becomes simply the ongoing feeling of thrusting into her, interrupted by the occasional spurt of cum on (or worse, inside) her. At some point along the way they start using her pussy and asshole simultaneously, eliciting screams from her that the audience loves. Another decides to use her mouth soon enough.
All she can do is lie there, attempting to endure as she gets triple penetrated by Sionis's men, the cameras capturing it all. She manages to cling onto her sanity by repeating her now-shortened mantra.
Give them nothing. Give them nothing.
Long after she's lost track of how many of the False Face Society have raped her, it finally stops. She snaps back into full consciousness as she hears one of them say "Bring over the mirror" and another adjusts the lever again, bringing her chair back up to its starting, upright position. They've positioned a tall standing mirror in front of her, allowing her to see their handiwork.
Barbara is an absolute mess. Her face, neck, tits and stomach are thoroughly drenched in cum, with more visible stuck in her hair, and dribbling out of her vagina and anus. She watches as a glob of cum drips off her chin, landing on her left tit.
With the men celebrating in the background, she looks at herself in the mirror, softly whimpering as this new reality sets in:
20 men just passed me around like a sex doll.
20 of Black Mask's men.
Batgirl just got gang-raped by the False Face Society.
As the horror of what she's been through sets in, Sionis steps up to the forefront again.
"Now who's ready for the grand finale!?"
The audience answers him with a cheer, as he returns to the cart. Barbara watches him, unable to comprehened what else they could possibly do to her.
He reaches into the drawer, pulling out a new device that elicits excitement from the audience, and sheer horror from Barbara.
In Black Mask's hand is a vibrator.
Crying again, Barbara weakly shakes her head as he approaches her, the audience actually quiet for once. She groans as he lowers it down, pressing it lightly against her clitoris.
Mewling and shaking her head, she begs him with her eyes not to turn it on, desperate to keep some form of dignity.
With encouragement from his audience, Sionis hits the power button. The vibrator hums to life.
Barbara winces and groans as it powers up, feeling it buzzing against her clit. Tears running softly from her eyes, mixing with the cum that covers her face.
Give them nothing. Give them nothing.
She tries to resist. She tries hard not to feel the vibrator, not wanting to be subjected to any more violations.
But Sionis isn't having that. With his thumb on the dial, he turns the power up, the vibrator buzzing louder, Barbara crying a bit harder. The audience chiming in.
"Look at the little whore!"
"Look how bad she wants it!"
"She likes being covered in all that cum! It makes it hotter for her!"
Barbara tries to shut out what they're saying, fighting to not feel any of what's happening to her. But her skin is flush, her toes are curling.
She looks up at Sionis with tear-filled eyes, trying to beg through her ring gag.
"Pleeesssh! Pleeeessh ont oooo thsh!"
He looks down into her beautiful, tear-filled eyes, and turns up the power.
She wails as she fights hard not to give in.
Give them nothing. Give them nothing.
The audience is getting louder. The buzzing of the vibrator is getting louder. The pressure is building, not matter how hard Barbara tries to fight it.
"Pleeeeeessssshhhh!"
She shakes her head as Sionis drags her, literally kicking and screaming, towards the inevitable.
"C'mon, Batslut! You can do it!"
She starts muttering to herself, partially intelligible through her gag. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no....."
Give them nothing. Give them nothing. Give them nothing.
The audience has started a chant now.
"CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM!"
Tears are pouring down her face now. "No! No! No! No!"
Give them nothing. Give them nothing. Give them nothing. Give them nothing! Give them-
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Sionis presses just the tiniest bit harder, and she can't hold back any more.
Barbara Gordon starts to cum.
She screams as waves of involutary, forced pleasure rip through her body. But the fact that she's fighting it is only making it more intense.
As a jet of liquid suddenly hits the mirror in front of her, she realizes she's started squirting.
The audience cheers as she screams and squirts, soaking the mirror and the floor in front of her.
She keeps screaming the entire time.
When it's finally over, Sionis shuts down the vibrator, leaving Barbara sitting there, a puddle of cum in front of her, sobbing uncontrollably. The audience cheers in the background.
"BATSLUT! BATSLUT! BATSLUT!"
Her sobbing continues as they taunt her. She realizes that the warmth of the tears running down her face feels just like the warmth of her own cum running down the insides of her legs.
Placing the vibrator back in its drawer, Sionis comes over and removes the ring gag from Barbara's mouth. She keeps crying as he leans in.
".......Now about that shipment we discussed?"
She's crying so hard she can barely get the words out. "The d-d-dock......P-pier 10.......M-m-midnight......"
She sobs harder than she ever has before, knowing that Black Mask broke her.
Sionis, of course, doesn't see it that way. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
She lets out an anguished wail.
Barbara cries as Sionis undoes her restraints, lowering her onto her knees on the floor. She feels her knees soaking in the puddle of still-warm cum on the floor in front of her chair.
"Now, don't cry, Batgirl. We made a deal. You get to go home now."
She looks up at him, tears still coming. "H-h-home?"
He nods at her. "There's just.....one thing you have to do first....."
"W-what?"
"You've made an awfully big mess on my mirror. I'd like you to clean that up."
She looks at the mirror, its lower half wet with her squirt. "I-i don't have anything to clean it up with."
Sionis glances at his audience. "Oh, I think you do."
The realization dawns on Barbara. "No..........." She starts crying again. "Please........"
"Do you wanna go home?"
She cries harder, eventually managing a nod.
"Then clean off my mirror."
She looks at the mess, lowering herself onto her hands and knees to closely inspect it. Feeling the eyes of the men and cameras on her, tears running from her own eyes, she brings herself closer in, and licks it.
The audience begins to applaud her as she licks her own cum off the mirror, crying the entire time.
It takes a minute or two, Barbara tasting herself as the audience enjoys the show, ogling her naked, cum-covered body the entire time.
When she's finally done, they give her more applause. Sionis comes over and hands her her cape, having left it on the floor earlier.
"Here. Clean yourself up."
Struggling to stop crying, she begins wiping herself off with it, starting with between her legs. Attempting to soak up the squirt coating her inner thighs. When she's done there, she uses the other side to wipe off her face, tits and stomach.
The door out of the room opens, and another of Sionis's men comes in, holding a laptop. He comes over and shows it to his boss.
"Very nice! How was the audio?"
"Had to adjust the levels down. You could hear her screaming from upstairs."
Barbara notices them looking at the laptop. "W-what is that?"
Sionis, almost like he forgot she was there, comes over and proudly shows it to her. Her heart sinks, the last piece of her stability shattering.
The cameras weren't just for Sionis and his men.
They've been live-streaming this entire time.
She stares in shock at her own image on the computer, seeing all the different camera angle options. The live chat in the corner, telling them to do even worse to her. The viewer count.
32,574 viewers.
She sits there in shock, not even crying anymore, as Sionis lifts her to her feet. Still staring off into space, she wraps her cape around her waist like a towel, hoping to recover some sense of modesty. It's too short to cover her upper body, so she brings her hands up to meekly cover her breasts, as if the entire world didn't just watch her swallow her own ejaculate in 4K Ultra HD.
Sionis gently leads her to the door, before turning around.
"Let's get one last round of applause for Batgirl!"
The audience obliges as Sionis leads Barbara through the door.
He walks her down a long, dark hallway. Her legs are shaking; she's struggling to keep her footing. They walk past one open door. She looks in and sees a video control room, with the basement displayed on its various monitors.
You could hear her screaming from upstairs.
He opens a door at the end of the hallway, leading her outside. "I'm sure you can find your own way home."
He's right. It's a street she recognizes. Not far from her apartment. She's walked down this sidewalk many times.
"Thank you for joining us, Batgirl. We hope you enjoyed your time with us."
He slams the door, leaving her standing on the sidewalk.
Shivering from the mid-October temperature outside, she looks around at her surroundings. The sun is just starting to come up.
Has it really only been a few hours?
She begins to walk down the sidewalk in a daze, operating largely on instinct. The few passersby give her the occasional odd look. She can hardly blame them; she's not exactly a usual sight at the moment.
Barefoot, mostly naked, hair messy and stuck together, her front visibly sticky and her back visibly sweaty. She looks like she's spent the last few hours being tortured and gang-raped.
Her eyes start to well up with tears again as she wonders if any of them are looking at her because they recognize her.
The End
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