Chapter 12 - Breaking News
The light blinded Batgirl for a second as she stepped out of the Gotham PD Headquarters. She saw the helicopter hovering over the water and intercepted the broadcast signal.
"My God, our mystery caller was correct. Batgirl has just exited the building."
"Is he really?" said the grating voice of the Joker, "I'm sorry Gotham, I'm afraid Ms. Vale will soon be leaving the airwaves!"
Suddenly, an RPG was fired and the back end of the helicopter exploded.
"We apologize for this interruption," Joker continued.
"We've been hit!" screamed Vale, "we're going down! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! If anyone can hear me_!"
The broadcast cut out and Batgirl jumped into motion, forgetting her pursuit of Harley, she needed to make sure Vicky was not killed by the hostile inmates of Arkham City.
While she ran, she heard Vicky Vale's panicked distress calls, varying in stress levels until it was apparent that Batgirl would not beat the criminals to her location.
Vicky watched as a squad of four inmates approached her, carrying makeshift weapons like pipes and bats.
"Holy shit, that's Vicky Vale!" said one of them, a large black man, "she used to wear the lowest-cut blouses and dresses on the news."
"You don't need to tell me that," said a white man, "back at Blackgate I used to beat my meat to the news so many times that I started to get raw."
"Well now's your chance to make good on all those wet dreams," said one of them.
Vicky was frozen in place, there was nowhere to run the Penguin had blown up all the overpasses and now she was stranded and the only way down was past the goons.
The large black man grabbed Vicky by the back of the neck and said, "you're lucky we're your devoted fans, bitch. Anyone else would just fuck you then throw you off the edge, but if you do a good job we'll keep you nice and safe from all these hardened thugs in here."
"Take off your clothes, news slut," said one of the other men.
Vicky flinched and dropped her overcoat. She was wearing a red turtleneck and pulled it over her head. She watched the thugs eyeing her beautiful tits, though still in her expensive, elegant bra she was sure the men could tell she had them worked on. She tugged her skirt down, past the hump of her gorgeous ass past her torn stockings and her knee-high leather boots. Standing in her bra and panties, she watched as the criminals began dropping their pants and presenting their erect cocks to her.
Vicky hesitantly placed a hand around the dick of the large black man and began stroking. The newswoman was no stranger to getting in bed with a story, so she just imagined that she was trying to get an exclusive about life inside Arkham City and set to work on pleasuring the inmates.
Still stroking the black man's cock, she inserted the tip into her mouth and began sucking as she bobbed her head up and down the shaft. Her other hand found its way to a second cock on her other side. She sensed a man in front and behind her. The cock in front of her was only a few inches away from her face. She pulled her mouth away and began sucking on that one instead. The man placed his rough hand on the back of her head, running his fingers through her medium-length blonde hair and began bouncing her head faster and deeper along his long, hard cock.
The man to her left grabbed her bra and pulled it down, exposing her tits to the cold Gotham air. The men each took a turn feeling them and squeezing. The cock in her mouth was forced down her throat until Vicky's face was pressed against his torso, the woman gagged and choked. If she hadn't already been crying from the stress of the chopper crash, she would have noticed the mascara streaming down her cheeks from the gagging she was enduring while her face turned red due to lack of oxygen.
The hand released her and Vale jumped back, a mouthful of saliva spilling past her lips down her chin and onto her perky, round tits. Still trying to catch her breath, she was forced onto the cock to her left. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and sucked hard, her cheeks popping inward from the vacuum effect. She swiftly bobbed on the cock until someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.
The man standing behind her aimed his cock down and rammed it in her throat. Vicky had to arch her back to take the dick in her mouth but continued her duties, sucking obediently while still stroking to other dicks.
"You like sucking cock, slut?" asked one of the goons, but with her mouth full of meat she was only able to mumble out a positive response, under stress.
She switched back to the first cock and brushed the hair out of her face, the head entered her mouth and she started sucking once more.
"This whore has got a nice mouth on her, she must have done this a lot," commented the thug, reaching down to pinch her nipple.
One of the thugs pulled Vicky to her feet, and promptly bent her over so she could continue sucking, while his cock nudged at her pussy once her panties were pulled down halfway. She felt the hard grip of the criminal's hands on her soft, round ass as his cock slid into her tight hole while a forceful hand pushed her mouth down the length of another dick. The cock pushed into her cheek as she sucked, her tits swinging as she was rammed swiftly from behind.
She turned to another cock and began sucking as she placed her hands on the ground and allowed herself to be pounded doggy-style. She'd never been much of an actress, but she decided that if she needed these thugs to protect, she should act like she was enjoying being their little fucktoy. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and let out an anguished moan as her jaw dropped open wide.
A thug took advantage of the situation and grabbed her by the neck so he could start throat-fucking her at incredible speed. The sexy reporter gagged and sputtered saliva, her groans impeded by the rapidly darting meat in her mouth. Propping herself up on one hand, she used the other to swiftly stroke another cock, hoping she could speed the process along and be done with it.
The thugs took turns fucking her tight hole as they did with her mouth, Vicky made sure to tell them that she enjoyed it, even though she had never felt so humiliated and cheap in her whole life. She hated the way her tits bounced and her ass rippled with impact, she hated having their hands all over her body and she hated the way they smiled at her frequent gagging and groans.
Finally a thug lied down on the ground and pulled her on top of him, she expected the cock to enter her pussy, but didn't see the larger play at work. The man guided his cock into her asshole, even as she begged him not to. Vicky's body exploded in pain, she screamed at the top of her lungs while her asshole was penetrated. The reporter barely noticed when a second thug found his way between her legs and began slipping his dick into her pussy.
Her holes were stretched to their limits, as the menacing villains just listened to her squeal like a pig. The more the goons fucked her, the higher her screams grew in pitch until she sounded like an opera singer being assfucked.
Vicky was eventually able to pry her eyes open past the tears and see the dick hanging in front of her face, on instinct she opened her mouth and invited it in, while both her hands were pressed on the ground trying to stay in a seated position.
The thug pressed his cock into her cheek as someone new started pounding her pussy. She felt his rough hand on the back of her head forcing her mouth down his cock until she turned red and needed a fresh breath of air.
She groaned past the cock in her mouth as she was continually passed around between the thugs, her asshole tightly gripped around a cock as it moved in and out of her. Vicky's mascara stained face was pushed back and forth between the two thugs as she was throat fucked almost constantly. Her hair was a wild mess, perpetually being pulled by anyone who didn't see someone else pulling on it.
Vicky's legs were forced up into her chest, folding her in half. The reporter screamed loudly as the goons took turns with each of her holes until finally she could feel their cocks starting to throb inside of her. She desperately didn't want them shooting their loads inside of her, but her opinion didn't seem to matter.
The goon fucking her ass fired first, his hot load filling her sore anus until it began to drip back out.
Next it was the man in her pussy, his whole body went tense as he craned his back and pushed Vicky's knees into her face as he shot his load hard into her pussy.
With those two done, the other two kneeled her between them as they beat their cocks in front of her face.
"Open your mouth, skank," yelled the black thug, his balls tightening as Vicky extended her tongue like a dock for the load to land on.
Her face almost a mask of black, the blonde reporter looked up at the thug with her mouth opened as wide as possible, wiggling her tongue in front of him. Finally the black man grabbed a handful of hair and fired his load onto her tongue, some of the cum went wide, shooting above her upper lip and dribbling around her mouth. Vicky wrapped her lips around his head and sucked the tip clean.
As she swallowed she saw load number two about to fire. Once again, Vicky opened her mouth to catch the white globs, but this time the lad came with more force than the man was expecting and shot like a water pistol all over the blonde's face. Some of it hit her forehead, some on each cheek and only a little bit actually entering her mouth. Vicky similarly sucked the cock clean and swallowed the load.
Batgirl had been busy clearing the area of snipers and peeping toms, but had later gotten preoccupied with just watching the smug reporter getting gangbanged by the criminal crew. When she finally caught herself watching, she descended into battle and beat down the four tired out men with no trouble at all.
Batgirl threw an arm around Vicky, not purposely grabbing her by her saliva and cum drenched tit and fired the grapple gun to get them to safety.
"Better late than never," Vicky commented, "do you think that it's at all possible for me to go back and get my clothes?"
Barbara looked at the reporter as she pulled her bra back into position. Her panties had been snagged on her left foot and now she standing there with her face covered in sweat, mascara and semen, looking like an adult magazine model.
"Trust me, Vicky," Barbara said, "you're safer here without clothes."
"While you're here, do you mind giving me the inside scoop on what's going on in Arkham?"
"Not now, maybe later," Batgirl responded, "my place or yours?"
Batgirl slapped Vicky on the ass as she aimed the grapple gun and headed towards the Sionis Steel Mill to get her damned cure…
As she watched Batgirl depart, Vicky heard movement behind her and realized the spot that Batgirl had dropped her off wasn't as deserted as the heroine had thought.
"Check this out, someone got us a stripper!" yelled an inmate.
Vicky sighed and pulled down her bra and got ready for another round of abuse and humiliation.