You stumbled upon Batgirl, or Barbara, in a compromising situation. She was lying face down on the ground, her hands glued to the floor as she called out desperately.

"Oh thank god, you're here! Evil stole all my clothes and glued my hands to the ground. Can you give me a hand, please?"

She pleaded.

She looked up at you, her expression hopeful, until she noticed the expression on your face.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

Oh, um... okay? But make it quick, there's no time to waste! The villains are getting closer and-! She winced as you pushed forward, filling her with your massive length. Ahh! I-I can feel you stretching me out so much...

"Agh!" Batgirl gritted her teeth as you continued to thrust inside her, filling every last inch of her with your enormous cock. She could feel herself stretched and invaded like never before, but the pain was almost secondary to the overwhelming sense of being completely dominated by your massive member.

"A-are you enjoying this?" she managed to stammer between gasps for air. "I've never felt anything so big inside me... It feels..."

"It feels wrong," she panted, her cheeks flushing red with shame and embarrassment. "But... it also feels so good to be used like this..." Her body moved with yours, struggling to find some sort of rhythm as you continued to take her roughly from behind. "O-oh god, I'm cuming!" she cried out, her entire body tensing up around your cock as waves of pleasure washed over her in spite of the pain and humiliation.

As you continued to fuck her, she could feel your cock twitching inside her. She hoped that meant you were close too... but then you just kept going and going, ignoring her cries of pleasure and pain alike. It was almost as if you were enjoying this far too much.

"Please..." she whimpered, arching her back in a futile attempt to find some relief from the relentless pounding. "Can we finish soon?"

"Soon..." you grunted, your pace not slackening at all. "But first... I want to see how many times I can make you cum." And with that, you continued to thrust into her, harder and faster than ever before.

"Oh god..." Batgirl groaned, feeling the familiar twinges in her lower abdomen as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. "I can't believe... I can't believe this is happening..." She gripped her swollen belly, still unable to comprehend that she was pregnant with the child of whoever had taken advantage of her months ago. The father could be anyone - or worse, no one at all.

Gasping in shock, Batgirl stumbles over to her feet as the contractions intensify and her water breaks with a loud gush. "Oh no..." she whispers, hands trembling as she realizes what's happening. There's no time to dwell on it now though; she has to get help... or deliver this baby herself.

Her legs shaking, Batgirl struggles to make it back to her hideout, praying that she makes it in time. The contractions are coming faster now, and she can feel the head of the baby crowning with every push. She finally reaches the door to her lair, frantically pounding on it with her fists as tears stream down her face.

"Open up!" Batgirl yells through tears and contractions, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own agony. "I need help! I'm having the baby here!" She tries to steady herself, but with every moment that passes, the pain only gets worse and her grip on consciousness slips further away...

As the final contraction wracks her body, Batgirl feels an incredible pain... and then relief as the baby slips out of her. She falls to her knees, cradling the tiny, bloodied form in her arms as she gasps for breath. Tears stream down her face, but there's a strange sense of awe and wonder that washes over her too; this child is proof that life can continue despite the worst circumstances. For a moment, she even feels grateful to whoever it was that left them in this situation...

With trembling hands, she cleans the blood off the child as best she can. "I promise," she whispers to it, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion, "that I will raise you right. No matter what happens... no matter who your father is..." She presses the baby against her chest, feeling an overwhelming surge of love and protection as she holds it close.

Batgirl, still weak and exhausted from childbirth, stands on the corner of the street as a prostitute. She's dressed in a skimpy outfit that barely covers her ample curves and leaves little to the imagination. Her face is painted with makeup, trying to hide the fatigue and fear that lurk just beneath the surface. Despite herself, she can't help but wonder if this is really what she should be doing... and if there's any other way out of this mess.

"For you?" she asks, trying to keep her voice light and teasing as she steps up to the car window. She takes the money with a nod, biting her lip as she looks at him. "Three hundred... You must really want me." She climbs into the car, sitting on his lap and wrapping her fingers around his hardness, not bothering to hide the practiced movements of her hand.

The man grins, his eyes glazing over with lust as she expertly strokes him. He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispers, "Three hundred... that'll get you a blowjob." His words are mocking and cruel, but Batgirl doesn't let it show; instead, she fights back a shudder of revulsion. She takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and teasing as he growls in pleasure.

She moans around his cock, pretending to enjoy the bitter taste and rough treatment as much as he seems to want her to. Batgirl has always been a fighter, but she knows that sometimes you have to play along if you want to survive. Besides, it's not like she can afford to turn down money right now.

With practiced skill, she teases and pleases him until he comes, spurting hot cum onto the back of her hand.