Batgirl: Masquerade (above)
Chapter One: Daddy’s Good Girl
For her, the word “fetish” seemed to be used exclusively to describe her.
She had bright red, smooth lips, long, silky black hair that formed a soft bang on her forehead, and a glimpse of emerald eyes that could easily break a man’s heart.
At the tips of his hair, streaks of slightly silvery gray had begun to form. Sitting on the bed in his favorite red velvet robe, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her nose against his cheek, and bit by bit nibbled on his ear, he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses as he watched the financial news on the television screen.
She dug her hand deep inside the waistband at the bottom of his pajamas and lazily caressed his erect rod.
He deliberately ignored her until the last line of the stock statement flashed across the bottom of the screen. Another million-dollar transaction had been completed. It had been a good day.
Finally, he turned his attention to her.
“Did you find a third candidate?”
He asked the question as he stroked her soft cheek with his neatly manicured nails.
“Yes, we have an appointment to meet tomorrow.” She replied.
“Very well.” He said, then gazed into her eager eyes. “You may begin.”
Immediately her eyes sparkled as she deftly bent down closer to his waist and began to lap up his rod with her cherry mouth. He closed his eyes, a small smile on his lips, and slowly caressed her dark satin hair as her head began to move up and down between his thighs.
The gentleman with a little bit of silver hair in the black kept gasping softly, and after a few minutes of excruciatingly exciting pleasure, she finally couldn’t help but let out a long sigh that erupted in her mouth.
From her lips, which were constantly moving up and down his rod, some sticky white cum dripped.
When she had licked up the last droplets of dribbling semen, she angled her upper body and gazed at him with a smile tinged with a bit of mischievous amusement.
“Good night, Daddy.” She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, then rose from the bed and walked as gently as a cat back to her bedroom.
Chapter 2, baby.
In Gotham City’s municipal library, today was exactly the same as every other day.
Barbara Gordon. Gordon sat behind her desk, as usual, registering a hand full of books for the regular customers.
When it was the turn of one of her regular customers, the mild-mannered but nagging old lady, Harriet Cooper, to stand in front of her holding a stack of romance novels, she was very pleased to see that she had been given the opportunity to meet her. Cooper, stood before her clutching piles of romance novels. She spent the next ten minutes trying to tell Barbara that she had a single nephew named Dick and hoped to get them to meet some day.
Barbara smiled as politely as she could, and thankfully Mrs. Cooper quickly finished her paperwork and headed for the exit.
She was accompanied by a gentlemanly old gentleman, Alfred Bennewald, who gave Barbara a knowing wink. Benny Ward, who gave Barbara a knowing wink.
As the next customer approached, Barbara watched her, feeling that she had seen her before, but in some way slightly different.
“Baby!”
Appearing behind that seductive voice was a face young and beautiful enough to match. A beautiful dark haired figure approached the large wooden table used for registration.
Suddenly the memories hit Barbara like tons of bricks.
That person is… Kolya Kerns. Kerns.
And she remembered why she hadn’t recognized her right away. The last time she’d seen her was in her last year of middle school.
Korotia was one of a group of so-called “high society”. “High society” was what they called their own little circle, a hand-picked group of students from wealthy families, made up of a handful of members.
Korotia declined to captain the cheerleading squad because she thought it was too vulgar, but she was the president of that small group, as well as countless other important positions in the school.
She hadn’t changed a bit except for her chic hair and clothes. Her hairstyle and clothes were definitely from Gotham’s highest-end stores.
“Korothea!” Barbara responded to her in surprise: “This is such a…”
“Surprise!” Korotia took up the sentence Barbara hadn’t finished.
“Yeah! What a heavenly surprise. Wow! How have you been? Time has gone by so fast. It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah, it’s been a really long time.”
“So, you’re working in the library now.” Korotia said with a descending attitude, in a slightly contemptuous tone, “I should have guessed that you’ve always been a little nerd.”
Barbara’s heart was dark and suddenly remembered with clarity the reason she couldn’t stand Korotia. She responded to Korothea with a mere stiff smile.
“By the way, how is your father doing?”
Korotia inquired, bringing up Barbara’s father, James B. Gordon, commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department. Gordon.
“Oh, he’s having a good time.” Barbara replied, relaxing slightly as the subject of the conversation left her.
She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so she turned to the book Korotia had borrowed and nodded.
“What books have you borrowed?”
“Oh, these?” Korotia said.
“I borrowed this book because I wanted to refer to those costumes and jewelry in it. I belong to a club made up entirely of young women, and one of the items in our regular yearly program of events is the responsibility of setting up the annual fun fair. This year our theme was Carnival, as in that traditional carnival in Rio.”
“Playgroup?” Barbara inquired as she pulled her library card from the back of her book and stamped it.
“Oh, you’ve never heard of it yet? I’m surprised your father hasn’t mentioned it to you yet. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. It is held for the members of the ‘City Council.’ You know, one of those secret men’s clubs.”
“Uh… oh… yes.” Barbara said.
She did remember having overheard her father mentioning, in passing, on the phone a few weeks ago, becoming a candidate for membership in a certain club made up of some of the most important men in Gotham City. Of course, being a member of the Police Commission made him one of the most promising candidates.
She hadn’t heard anyone mention it since that one time. As far as she knew, he either hadn’t joined yet or hadn’t told her he had.
No one ever really knew who was part of this secret club, or even how many members there actually were in total.
As Barbara handed the book back to Korothea, she noticed that she was staring at her under those slightly arched eyebrows. That made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she then asked, “Anything else?”
“Hey baby, listen to me. Tomorrow night, would you like to come along and get together with some of my friends? It’s just a small and informal get-together, hosted at my apartment. You know, like a throwback to those good old days in middle school.”
At first, Barbara was intuitively tempted to turn her down immediately, making up some random reason why she couldn’t attend, but Kolodia’s earlier reference to the “city council” piqued her curiosity. Perhaps she could find out more about them.
From what Korotia had said, it sounded as if her father had been one of its members, and was surprised why why he had never mentioned it to Barbara.
“Then… well, let me think about it.”
After she pretended to think about it for a while, Barbara agreed.
“Why not?”
“That was great!” Korotia said with a sweet smile.
“The time is eight-thirty at night. Why don’t you write your phone number down for me? I can call later and tell you how to get over.”
“No problem. Just a moment, please.” Barbara replied as she wrote down her phone number on a sticky note.
“Right here.”
“That’s nice!” Korotia agreed, taking the note and tucking it inside her Gucci-branded purse before leaving the library. Along the way her heels tapped out a crisp clatter on the marble floor.
Barbara noted that she was still in good shape.
Not as fit as herself, of course.
Chapter III. Invitations
Barbara Gordon. Gordon arrived at 8:30 sharp at the home of Kolotia Kerns. Cohen’s house.
The Cohen mansion, located on a hill, looked down on the condominium district in downtown Gotham. She rang the bell at the front door of the castle-like building. The building was owned by Colossus Kerns, Claudia’s father. The building was owned by Colus Kerns, Colotia’s father.
A somber gatekeeper opened the huge oak door and allowed Barbara to enter.
After passing through the flawlessly decorated hall inside, she was guided directly up the stairs to the room of the Korothea, which was at the same time the highest part of the entire building. Every detail of the house gave Barbara her first insight into the extent of Corothea’s father’s wealth.
Originally she had only known Mr. Cohen as a philanthropist who had inherited a large fortune.
When Korothea realized Barbara was walking to the door of her room, she broke into a big smile, and called out in a loud voice, “Baby!”
The greeting drew unwanted attention and made Barbara feel very trapped, especially when she realized that the whole house was full of women and felt every pair of eyes turn to look at her.
These are the “few friends” she mentioned.
It looked like a convention of models and actresses, each dressed in formal dresses, pearls, and high heels. It made Barbara feel a little embarrassed about the simple linen dresses and handbags she wore.
Oh well, in any case, at least she considered herself no worse than them in looks.
“Barbara, let me introduce you to my friends first.”
Korotia said. Then she took Barbara’s arm and led her around the room and greeted each of her friends one by one.
This took almost a full hour. Finally, Korotia stopped in the middle of the room, to ask all of them to focus, and Barbara could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After the room quieted down, Korothea announced, “First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you ladies for coming. Today is an informal gathering, but I’d like to take a moment to welcome our new candidates. As you know, the Gotham City Benevolent Club is an organization that recognizes outstanding working women who, in addition to making donations, participate in a wide variety of charities that need help. More and more women are working outside the home, and it’s important that we help and support each other.”
“Now, as we look for future candidates to join our organization, we want to find the best and brightest. So, without a doubt, it is my pleasure to introduce the first candidate, Vicki K. Vel.”
A polite round of applause erupted around the room as a pretty blonde in a black dress, a little shyly, stood up and nodded her head in greeting.
“Vicki is a photographer, and I’m sure each and every one of you who has ever taken the time to read a newspaper has already seen her work. Thank you for stopping by, Vicki.”
With a gracious smile from Vicki, Korotia moved on to introduce the next person.
“Next, we have a Hisei treasure; a woman with an independent personality who not only has a job, but is also a doctor.”
There were sounds of “wow” and “ah” from the surprised female audience.
“No, not the kind of doctor you have in mind, but her work is certainly just as important. She’s more like a psychiatrist. To be more precise, a psychoanalyst. Let’s welcome her Kath. Dr. Maretti.”
Korotia said, reaching out and pointing to a small, red-haired lady in a dark green silk pantsuit.
The latter stood up and responded to everyone’s smiles with a smile.
Barbara noted that she looked so confident.
“The last, but not least, candidate of the day. She is also an old friend of mine, and her father is a very important figure in our great city, Barbara B. Gordon.”
At first, Barbara couldn’t believe she was actually hearing her name announced. She was so surprised that she could barely even respond to the crowd around her with a smile.
But how could Lotea do that to her?
She hadn’t even thought about this happening.
All she could do was clench her hands above her knees and sit without a word until the clapping abated.
“Okay girls, please do your best to make each of our new candidates feel welcome.”
It took a while before Barbara suddenly realized that Korotia hadn’t even mentioned that she was merely a librarian. She’d never been ashamed of her job, but she could only imagine what these other ladies with their various colorful and varied careers would think of her.
Near the end of this evening’s party, Korotia took Barbara, Vicki, and Dr. Maretti aside, and asked them to follow her.
As she led them down the corridor, Korothea told them, “It’s almost time for the funfair, and I’d like the three of you to help me prepare the entertainment for it. You may consider this task as your initiation.”
Korotia led them into a room with rows and rows of closets and mirrors. Every decorative object, piece of furniture, blanket, and hanging felt in the entire room, along with the paintings on the walls, were antiques from the sixteenth century.
Their hosts opened a huge closet, then first surveyed Vicky with an eye tinged with estimation. Vel.
“I think this suits you especially well.” Pulling a black attire from the hanger, Korotia held it out to Vicki and told her, “Go over and try it on first.”
When Barbara looked over with interest, Vicky was smiling at the costume with a slightly surprised expression.
Korotia then looked slightly enviously at Dr. Maretti’s slim figure and smiled with bared teeth. She pulled out another costume, the difference being that this one was green. “You’ll look outstanding in this.”
When Dr. Maretti took the suit with a somewhat skeptical expression, Korotia encouraged her by saying, “Go for it!”
“Well, last but not least one, baby.” Korotia said.
Barbara felt uncomfortable about her insistence on using that nickname, knowing that it was a subtle way that Korotia used to show her superior attitude. It made her feel as if she were still a middle school student, but Barbara immediately waved that feeling away.
“What do you think of… this set?” Finally spotting the outfit she was looking for, Korotia inquired.
When she held up the attire, Barbara was so startled that she almost gasped.
That’s… Batgirl’s attire.
Could this be an intentional prank by Korotia?
For a moment, Barbara considered the worst possible scenario: that Korotia had discovered her secret identity and was using that fact to play tricks on her.
“The main spirit of this amusement program is that after the hours of the fun fair, several of you ladies are going to be wearing these outfits to a fund-raising auction for the members of the ‘City Council’. Everyone attending will be wearing a mask and it will be tons of fun. Please remember that this is for a charitable donation, so don’t feel shy. I would like the three of you to put together a skit or dance or any kind of performance. Use your imagination a lot. This will allow me to see how witty you are and if you really want to be candidates for the club.”
“Of course, you’ll be playing our heroine, baby,” Korotia paused, then pointed to Vicki Vale and Kathie K. Vale, who were walking back. Vicki Vale and Dr. Kathleen Marette, both of whom were already dressed in their respective costumes. Dr. Maretti, both of whom were already dressed in their respective costumes. “And they’re going to be the villainous characters.”
This time, Batgirl couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.
What Vicky wore was a very flattering, shiny, black catgirl outfit, coupled with high-heeled boots and a cat-eye-like mask and ears decorated with metallic sequins.
Dr. Maretti was wearing a one-piece, high-cut Poison Ivy costume. The back was decorated with sequined, translucent ribbons that shimmered green, curving from her upper body to her green high-heeled dancing shoes, while the mask covering her eyes was made to look like ivy leaves.
Barbara noted that both of them individually seemed happy to be wearing the two tight outfits.
“That’s roughly it, baby, would you like to participate?” Korotia inquired.
“Well? Can you think of anything special and exciting to perform? I assume you have a bit of an idea already.”
At this point, Barbara knew she had no other choice. She was overwhelmed by all of this. Everything was happening so fast and she felt like her whole head was a mess. If she hadn’t known better, she would have almost thought someone had drugged her ginger ale.
“Well,” Barbara said. “I had some dance and ballet lessons when I was younger, and I think we should be able to perform something.”
“It’s wonderful! I knew I could count on you…” Kolya smiled, then added, “Baby…”
Chapter 4: Carnival
Barbara Gordon. Gordon felt a little nervous. She had never been in a situation as bizarre as the one she was in now.
In a few moments, she was going to step out from behind the stage’s wrap-around curtain in full Batgirl attire.
Except for one thing: it’s not Barbara’s own outfit, although it’s a very realistic replica in every detail.
From that shiny, slightly speckled purple material, the boots, cowl, and yellow bat symbol, all the way down to the purple gloves made of velvet, the cape made of yellow and purple satin, which was waist-length, and the bat belt that hid the various pieces of equipment, it was almost close to perfection.
What was even more amazing was that it fit perfectly. Exactly like the real one, the Batgirl outfit, this one wrapped tightly around her curvaceous body and clung comfortably to her dancer-like soft thighs. It even came with a matching red wig.
She made the only minor modification; she replaced the knockoff with a real bat belt, just in case.
Vicki Vale and Dr. Marette were standing beside her. Vicki Vale and Dr. Marette were standing beside her, each wearing their Catwoman and Poison Ivy costumes and smiling nervously.
Over the past few days, the women had spent some of their precious free time together, designing and rehearsing the dance moves they were going to perform. In that time, Barbara had become fast friends with the two dynamic and successful women.
Now, the three of them were about to make their appearance in the “entertainment program” of the annual fun fair for the members of the “city council”. The venue was a magnificent hall inside the magnificent Kern Estate, one of the country properties owned by Korotia’s father.
And now it’s time for the official show.
The curtain will be drawn to the side and the set is designed to look like a rooftop, which will become their stage.
The only instruction Rotia had given them was that they were not to speak any lines, and that their dance moves would be set to appropriately memorized music. This was a relief to all three of them, as it was difficult enough just trying to actually perform without memorizing any lines.
“Gentlemen, may I have the attention of all of you!” They heard Korotia announce from behind the stage hoardings. “Tonight, we have a special performance just for you. Please focus your attention on this velvet surround screen here.”
“Well, ladies, the show has begun.” Barbara whispered, “It’s time to come out.”
The other two returned her smile and walked over to the starting position. The music began to play and those perimeter curtains began to pull away to either side.
Because there were several spotlights shining directly in her face, Batgirl had no way to get a good look at the audience; all she could see was a large group of blurry figures. She figured it was for the best, and she and the other two were more able to concentrate on the show.
And so their show began.
Batgirl was the first to take the stage, tiptoeing around and moving in a ballet-like motion across the roof, looking around, then going inside the skylight as if she were investigating some bad guy’s hideout.
Suddenly, ‘Catwoman’ appeared, approaching Batgirl’s position with teeth and claws.
The two of them began a dance of sorts, with Catwoman pummeling Batgirl while the heroine tried to use her cape to block those dangerously sharp claws of her opponent. Next, as Catwoman continued her assault, Batgirl performed a couple of stunt-like flips.
When the villainous character catches Batgirl with a lucky fake hit and spins her around, she’s suddenly confronted by Poison Ivy Girl.
Poison Ivy Girl lets out a wicked grin and slaps the shocked heroine’s chin with the back of her hand as she carefully swings her fists, but as much as she can to make it look like it’s real to the audience. At the same time, Batgirl is being held tightly from behind like a hug by Catwoman.
When Poison Ivy Girl attacked again, Batgirl raised her feet and kicked like scissors at the villainous character in the green costume.
The wrestling-like fight continued back and forth, first the two villainesses getting the upper hand, then Batgirl overcoming the disadvantage, back and forth until when Batgirl was violently tangling with Poison Ivy Woman, Catwoman suddenly and vigorously knocked her on the back of the head.
Batgirl was really knocked out this time, her eyes were glazed over as she struggled to stay awake. They had preened so many times before, she couldn’t believe Vicky had ever hit her this hard. Before she could figure out what was happening, Batgirl found herself in the tight grip of the two women.
They turned her halfway around so that her back was to the audience for a while while Poison Ivy Girl sprayed something in her face with a vaporizer, which made her weaker and unable to fight back for a while. Taking advantage of Batgirl’s weakened condition, they pulled out leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs from a hiding place and began to tie that Dark Angel’s arms to her back wait.
Batgirl, gasping for air from the wrestling fight, struggled to regain her freedom, but the anesthetic gas she had inhaled rendered all struggles completely ineffective. All she could do was just barely stay conscious.
She hadn’t the slightest idea what had caused what was happening now to be completely out of line with their original plan.
As Poison Ivy Girl and Catwoman began to tie her to a sturdy metal rod that was meant to be used as a roof antenna, all she could do was try to shake her head. Immediately after her body was forced against that stick, she was cuffed and her feet were forced slightly open by a metal rod that was at her ankles.
Batgirl was about to protest vehemently, but her mouth was suddenly gagged with a slightly bitter-tasting black rubber ball, and the leather cord that went through it was tied tightly to the back of her head. The two villainous characters then stood to the left and right of their captive, posing in acknowledgement for the audience who were applauding and cheering enthusiastically.
This dire situation now caused Batgirl’s adrenaline to start pumping faster, sharpening her senses.
The giddy, dream-like feeling of being “defeated” and tied up by Vicki Vale and Dr. Meredith gave Batgirl a dangerous thrill for a moment. The combination of being “defeated” and tied up by Vicki Vale and Dr. Marette gave Batgirl a dangerous thrill for a moment. It was one thing to be captured by a real villain, but it was quite another to be tied up like this by two ladies she already knew quite well.
Although the original script hadn’t been planned that way, Batgirl could only guess that the changes they’d made had been to make the whole performance more realistic. Surely they couldn’t have been plotting something else in the shadows. In any case, both of them were well known women in Gotham’s social circles.
Out of the corner of her eye, Batgirl noticed a woman in a gorgeous feathered costume walking onto the stage and facing the audience: “Gentlemen, please give our performers a round of applause.” Although the woman was wearing a mask, Batgirl could recognize the voice of Korotia Kern. Although the woman was wearing a mask, Batgirl recognized the voice of Korotia Kern.
“I believe the moment you’ve all been waiting for has arrived.” Korotia announced in her perfect lilting voice: “The annual auction for the members of the ‘City Council’ will now begin.”
Batgirl could barely concentrate, but she was pretty sure she heard Korotia say “auction.”
I don’t know. Surely she doesn’t mean…
“The first item we will be bidding on will be that beautiful siren, the Poison Ivy Lady!”
“What world is this?” Batgirl thought.
They must be kidding.
Auctioning off women? That was the lowest and most barbaric thing she had ever heard of. And these women, what did they have to do once they were “bought” by the highest bidder? It was crazy.
“The reserve price starts at one thousand dollars. Anyone want to bid two thousand dollars?”
As Dr. Kathleen Marette walked around in her Poison Ivy costume and posed sensuously. Dr. Marietti walked around in her Poison Ivy outfit and posed sensuously, the bidders raised their hands without a word and joined in the bidding, guided by Korotia. The price continued to rise for several minutes until finally the highest bidder emerged and stepped into the spotlight in front of the stage to claim his prize.
That’s when Batgirl saw that the man was wearing a long cape and a false mask that covered his entire face. He grabbed Poison Ivy Girl’s arm and led her back into the darkness.
“For the next item, all we have are brave and lovely catgirls!” Korotia said.
Batgirl hadn’t the slightest notion of how she was supposed to proceed next. This was truly one of the most unusual situations of her life.
When Korotia began auctioning off Vicki Vale’s Catwoman. Batgirl tried to get her attention when Korotia began auctioning off Vicki Vale’s catgirls, but the rubber ball tucked between her teeth prevented her from saying a word. All she could do was make a series of muffled “mmm” and “mmm” noises.
Then she noticed that the rubber ball in her mouth had a strange taste, as if it had once been coated with some special drug, and she realized that it was beginning to affect her body. Suddenly, a warm, tingling sensation arose in her lower body, and she tried to clench her legs together to get rid of the tingling sensation, but the restraints on her body prevented her from doing so.
When the auction for Catwoman finally ended, Batgirl was already squirming violently.
“And now, last but certainly not least…” Korothea announced, “Batgirl!”
Batgirl realized that all eyes on the stage were now on her. The bondage on her body and and the sudden attention from the audience caused the passion that had been gradually rising within her to immediately increase several times over, all of which combined to bring her a burst of even stronger arousal, but she struggled to restrain it.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Korotia led the crowd in the shadows in a bidding frenzy.
“Gentlemen, please remember this is for charitable purposes.” Korotia said with a smile as the bidding slowed near fifty thousand dollars.
Then the bidding climbed upward again, and it didn’t stop until the record-breaking, unbelievable $85,000 was reached.
“Eighty-five thousand dollars once, twice…” said Korotia, “Sold!”
Batgirl tensed and her heart pounded as her “owner” came up to collect her. Korotia released Batgirl from the upright metal bar, but the shackles around her wrists and ankles and the black rubber ball in her mouth were still tightly bound.
With no way to walk normally due to the effects of those thin chains on her ankle cuffs and the stretching rods on her ankles, the defenseless heroine was only able to barely manage to take small, broken steps. She had no choice but to follow the cloaked figure away.
Whatever the layer of drug that had been applied to the rubber ball in her mouth was, it had also rendered her completely powerless to struggle or resist.
For the first time tonight, Batgirl was able to get a good look at what was actually going on at the so-called “funfair” held by the members of the “city council”.
Each of the men attending wore similar long dark colored cloaks, the only thing different about them was the different styles of masks each wore. Most of them covered the entire face and could completely hide the identity of the wearer.
Another similarity was that most of them were accompanied by one or two female companions, who were completely naked except for high heels, feather-adorned demi-glace masks, and exotic jewelry. All the women here, according to Batgirl’s speculation, were probably members of Gotham City’s philanthropic clubs for women with successful careers.
As she was led through the vast number of rooms in the manor, Batgirl was more than surprised at what she saw going on. In various parts of the rooms, all kinds of sexual acts were being performed.
In the first room, a woman was bent over an over table, her hands tied tightly in front of her body, and she was being raped from behind.
In the other room, a group of people were reveling in the fact that the two women were tied to the couch in a “69” position. Batgirl could hear the whimpers and wet licks as they pleasured each other.
Each scene became more and more surprising until she spotted Dr. Maretti, still in her Poison Ivy Woman costume,, lying flat on her back on top of a small table, and more than anything else, making Batgirl gasp in shock. A figure in a cape was ramming between her legs, while at the same time another figure was slowly thrusting and pumping in and out of her mouth as she stretched out over the edge of the table, barely tilting her head back.
In the next room immediately behind her, Vicki Vale was now on all fours being raped by several men. Vel was now sprawled out on all fours being gang raped by several men, the Catwoman outfit she was wearing long since ripped open. Batgirl could only guess what her fate would become.
Scenes that would normally have shocked and disgusted her now seemed to excite her even more. She could feel a damp thrill between her legs as she was pulled by her “owner” towards an empty room, awkwardly taking small steps because of the cuffs she was wearing.
The masked figure closed the door and turned Batgirl’s body to face him. She had absolutely no idea who the person behind the mask could be, probably some wealthy businessman or someone important in Gotham.
All she knew was that she was now both panicked and feeling erotically high at the same time.
She saw his eyes twinkle for a moment and suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back into a kneeling position.
Then he reached down and began to undo her gag. Once the rubber ball was out of her mouth, he held her chin tight with one hand while the other reached inside the cape he wore.
Batgirl’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw him pull out his stiff rod. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved the rod into her mouth before she could object.
“Mmm…!” Batgirl felt a little sick to her stomach as the thick rod filled her mouth.
The man was very strong for his size and Batgirl was still too weak to resist. All she could do was tamely endure as he gripped her bat cowl-covered head with both hands and rocked her back and forth, letting his thick rod pound into her warm mouth.
She could hear his heavy breathing and intermittent gasps for air, but he hadn’t even said a word from start to finish.
She almost panicked when she thought he was going to cum in her mouth, but he released her abruptly and then lifted her body up onto a beautifully large pool table. He climbed onto the pool table after him, Batgirl squirming beneath him.
He flipped her body to belly down, pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down to just below her waist, then lifted her body until she was standing on her knees, then stripped her of the rest of her costume until her smooth, curvy ass was completely exposed to the air.
Batgirl stifled a grunt as the man pushed her down, pressing her firmly against the hard surface of the pool table. She tried once more to struggle, but there was still no way for the heroine to escape from his grasp.
Inside her, however, she was beginning to get anxious for him to take her as soon as possible. She felt hotter than ever in her honey hole, like she was about to burst into flames, and Batgirl moaned in pleasure when he finally raised his thick rod and thrust it into her pussy.
“Ah…!” Batgirl let out a long sigh as her body was filled.
Her writhing body became increasingly tense. Finally, she surrendered to the undeniable pleasure and passion, her body automatically responding to his movements. With each thrust, her hips involuntarily jerked backward in response to his thrusts so that his rod could penetrate deeper into her cunt.
With her hands still handcuffed behind her back, Batgirl couldn’t help but let out a shrill cry and moan over and over as she was pumped hard and continuously across the table. Inch by inch her body was pushed forward until her face was pressed against the edge of the other side of the pool table and she could barely support herself under his violent and rapid thrusts.
Finally, the man in the mask climaxed inside her, his body shuddering intensely as he ejaculated warm semen.
Batgirl followed suit, shuddering fiercely as she reached an orgasm of dizzying excitement. Such intense sexual sensations were far more than her mind and body could handle, and she passed out in a scream of pleasure.
Batgirl: Masquerade (below)
I’m sorry for taking so long to post the second half of the article. Firstly, I’m too lazy, I’ve been addicted to computer games for a while; secondly, I’ve encountered a bottleneck in the translation itself, I couldn’t get some parts right; and then I relied on Ancient Snake’s help to finish it.
Ancient Snake is truly a master in translation, thank you!
Chapter 5 Face to Face
“Oh…!”
Batgirl let out a soft moan as she gradually snapped back out of her make-believe world.
She lazily rotated her head from side to side, feeling a wave of dizziness. That familiar feeling of having just returned from a coma gradually cleared as she slowly bobbed her head as if she were clearing the cobwebs from her mind. Her heart began to race as she barely regained her vision and saw clearly where she was and what was around her.
She was in a kneeling position on the corner of a large bed, and she tried to move her body, but both of her arms were pulled behind her back, and ropes were wrapped around her elbows and wrists and tied tightly to a thick bedpost in the corner of the bed. Both of her ankles were also pulled high and upward behind her back, crossed and tied tightly to her wrists, with only her two knees able to touch the bed .
She tensed her entire body, writhing her luscious body in death, but she couldn’t even move an inch.
After a moment, a door opened and she turned her head just in time to see Claudia Kerns following her father, Colus Kerns. Cohen followed her father, Colus Cohen, into the room. She turned her head just in time to see Coruscantia Cohen follow her father, Colus Cohen, into the room.
Korotia was now wearing a blue-green plastic outfit that clung tightly to her entire body, paired with high riding boots. Her father, on the other hand, wore only a pair of gray pants, a black overshirt and glossy slippers. He held a glass of brandy in one hand and a thick cigar in the other.
“You finally woke up, Batgirl.” Korotia giggled foodily.
“Why are you doing this?” Batgirl asked through gritted teeth. “Untie me now!”
“Why should I do what you say?” After resting his body comfortably against that large bed, Koen grunted contemptuously.
“Your body looks especially beautiful in this position. Isn’t that right, Korotia?”
Korotia responded with a wicked smile, then and comfortably leaned into her father’s side and wrapped her arms around him. Batgirl was shocked at the intimacy they were displaying.
Of course they weren’t… She didn’t even want to speculate in that direction. This is so bizarre!
She tried to remember the last thing that happened before she passed out, and then all the memories became clear.
“What is all this for? Korotia, I can’t believe you’re part of this conspiracy!”
“Baby, you’re breaking my heart.” Korotia said, “I invited you to join our unique club and you came of your own free will, I never forced you. Though I probably would have.”
“If I had known that your… society… included kidnapping, drugging, and…” Batgirl wanted to say that she would have to add weird bondage and sexual games to the list, but her innocent upbringing prevented her from saying it. “I will never…”
“When you speak in that tone of voice, you make it sound so…” began Colus.
“Nasty?” Korotia finished that sentence for him first.
“It’s not like anyone is holding you against your will, you can leave anytime you want.”
At the mocking comments of the Kerns’ father and daughter, Batgirl glares at them angrily: “You will not escape sanction so easily.”
Suddenly, Batgirl remembers Vicki Vale and Kath. Violet and Kath. Dr. Marette. She could only guess what had happened to them.
“Where are Vicky and Kath?” Batgirl inquired.
“They’re already resting for the evening program.” Colus told her with a grin.
“We saved you for last place.” Korotia added.
“Did you drug them too? Is that why they attacked me during the show?”
“Of course. How else could we get you to perform so realistically?” Korotia said with a giggle. “That look of surprise on your face at the time was so evocative.”
“You’re both perverts!” Batgirl shushed angrily. “I want you to let go of me right now!”
“I’m afraid we can’t do that, you haven’t officially completed your initiation into our private club.” Koen said, then turned to face his daughter, “Korotia, please help take care of our guest.”
“Gladly.” Korotia answered as if with some special meaning.
When she saw that Korothea had risen from her bed and was approaching her with what looked like a perfume bottle in one hand, Batgirl was suddenly alerted to one thing: she would have to be careful about what she said, they only knew her as Barbara Gordon now. They only knew her as Barbara Gordon, but only as Batgirl.
She decided to try a different attitude: “What… what are you going to do? When my father finds out about this…”
Korotia sprayed a mist of anesthetic gas in her face, and Batgirl realized it was exactly the same kind of spray that had been used on Catwoman and Poison Ivy when she had performed on stage with them. She tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. Some of the irritating gases had already been inhaled into her lungs, and she soon began to feel dizzy.
When Korothea saw that she was struggling against the drug she sprayed more onto a silk towel and then tightened it around her nose and mouth, Batgirl tried to turn her head from side to side to fight back but it was no use at all. Her tense muscles quickly began to relax and her eyes blinked shut.
“Get some rest, baby.” As she was about to lose consciousness, Batgirl heard Korotia coo in her ear, “When you next wake up, we’ll have a special surprise for you.”
Chapter 6 Initiation Ceremony
The cool air eased Batgirl out of the confusion of being anesthetized and found her in what looked like a dungeon room. She felt herself lying flat on her back, tied to a wooden platform with her arms held high above her head. The ropes were pulled tight, causing her back to lift upward a few inches and tense into an arch. When she heard some muffled sounds coming from the side, Barbara tried to turn her head, appalled at what she was seeing.
In a corner of the room, Vicky B. Vicki Vale, still in her Catwoman costume, was also tied to what looked like a guillotine. Between two large wooden posts, Vicki’s legs were bound with long strands of leather rope from her knees to her ankles, and her wrists and elbows were secured with metal rings and locked behind her back. The way they were tied, her entire body was involuntarily leaning forward.
The height of the ropes was such that Vicky could only prop herself up on her toes, barely maintaining her balance by hanging back on her arms, trying in vain to find a less painful position as best she could, the intense paralysis and pain causing the sexy catgirl to grunt softly in pain. Her mouth was gagged with a clamping ball, and the attached straps were tightened around her head, binding her so that she couldn’t speak.
Soon, Batgirl heard another voice and turned her head in that direction. Across the room, Kath. Dr. Maretti was laid out on a padded platform, with a T-shaped metal frame standing in the middle of it. She was placed belly down, the vertical metal bar, comfortably close to the split between her legs.
Her hands and feet were then each pulled backward over the horizontal metal bars and tied tightly together so that her back was bent backward into an arch and only her stomach could barely touch the platform’s overlay padding. She was still wearing her Poison Ivy Girl costume, and had a green clamping ball matching the color of her costume stuffed into her mouth.
The three of them could only look at each other in utter helplessness before Colus and Korothea made their arrogant entrance, doing their best to struggle and squirm in the sturdy bonds that bound their bodies for what felt like as long as they had waited a lifetime.
“It looks like we’ve come at the right time, Kourtney.” Colus said to his daughter, “I’m sure each and every one of them is already aroused and eagerly ready to start enjoying themselves.”
“Which one do you want, Daddy?” Korotia inquired.
“Why don’t I let you have some fun with Batgirl while I enjoy these two little sluts.” He replied with a devouring grin.
“Sounds great!” Korotia returned her father’s smile before walking over to examine Batgirl.
“What do you want to do?”
Batgirl inquired nervously as the woman covered in plastic stepped to her side and teased the heroine’s bound and taut form with her gloved fingertips.
“We’re about to start playing a fun game.” Korotia whispered close to Batgirl’s face before sticking her tongue out of her blue gloss coated lips and flicking it across Batgirl’s cheek.
Batgirl couldn’t help but wince, and tried to try and turn her head away, but Korotia had anticipated her movement while holding her chin tightly.
While Kolothia teased Batgirl, Colus took Vicki Vale and Kathleen Baker. Vicki Vale and Kathie Maretti from the device that bound them. Mariette from the device that bound them. He ordered them to follow him into the reception room, which was decorated with seventeenth-century furniture, including an ornate bed with gold and silver patterns. Under the influence of the drug, they obeyed his every command.
“Strip all the clothes off of you.” Colus ordered. “Do not leave a single thing behind except your masks and hoods.”
Vicky and Kath began to peel off the costumes they were wearing, one after the other, first the shoes on their feet, then Vicky’s tight dress and Kath’s costume adorned with leaves. While Vicky removed her elbow-length gloves and cat’s paws, Kath peeled off the sheer stockings from her legs.
Then the two of them joined Colus lying on the bed; Vicky was wearing only a mask that partially covered her eyes and two cat ears; Kath’s body was reduced to a vine-like headdress and an oculus . Colus pulled back his dark red robes and allowed the two tame women to begin kissing and licking his chest and stomach. They did so eagerly, with only thoughts of pleasing their benefactor in their minds.
Vicky Vale’s dark blue eyes looked at Coles with a look of adoration. Vel’s deep blue eyes looked at Colus with a look full of adoration. Ever since Korothea had introduced him to her, he had held a strange attraction for her that she had never felt before. The only thing that could come to her mind was that she wanted this man more than anything in the world, even if that meant sharing him with Kath. She felt like a surge of electricity passed through her body, wetting her lips and trembling as she approached this charming man.
And on Kath’s side, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on Colus. This was the first time she’d been this close to him, and all the desire inside her was practically exploding out of her. There was nothing she could think about except trying her best to satisfy him in whatever way he wanted. No one had ever been able to affect her like this before, not Batman, not Bruce Wayne. Wayne couldn’t, no man who had ever been in her life could, no one could do it at all.
Not even the masked, cloaked figure the man who had violated her this evening, almost driving her mad, could give himself that feeling. When one was with him, all that came to mind was Colus.
Kath’s breath began to catch and her eyes flickered to Colus with a greedy lust in them.
Colus enjoys both playmates to the fullest, ordering them to work together to lick his rod with their soft tongues. At his direction, the two nubile beauties take turns sucking, licking, kissing and teasing his towering rod, occasionally pausing to kiss each other. Their tongues and lips entwined, slurping the sweet juices from each other’s mouths.
Colus loved it when they did that, so he asked them to kiss each other a little longer while he watched in fascinated admiration. With each kiss, the two hotties could feel more clearly that Colus was enjoying his passionate kisses, and that made them give themselves up to their lustful passion without reservation.
Like a stern director, Colus orders them to do intimate things to each other that they’ve never done before. The two hot babes bury their faces deep into each other’s crotches, licking and swabbing their closest friend’s snow-white valley and letting out teasing moans at the same time.
When they were just about to bring each other to orgasm, Colus cruelly told them to stop, ordering Vicky to straddle his towering rod and having Kath squat down next to his face.
The two panting women looked at each other and saw their own shame in each other’s eyes, and without waiting for them to react, Colus pushed Vicky down, her pink ass in the air, and unceremoniously stabbed her in, while also burying his head in Kath’s pubic hairy pussy, savoring the heroine’s fragrant nectar.
Vicky and Kath caressed and kissed each other passionately at the same time as Colus began to violate their lower bodies. He kneaded Kath’s taut ass while mercilessly pounding away at Vicky’s honey hole, causing them to squeal with excitement over and over like two lovesick schoolgirls.
As the night wore on, Colus’s methods of manipulating the two girls became more and more intense, and some of his commands were more than lustful, they were almost madness. But Vicky and Kath obeyed their master like loyal slaves. With each order, they became more and more aroused, and they couldn’t help but fall deeply in love with the man who was playing with them, wanting to please him, and sinking into endless orgasms of pleasure.
Toward the end, he had the two of them play more slave games, taking turns tying them up in all sorts of different positions and having them learn from each other how to come and tie up the other one. Colus was very pleased with his pets’ performance. He felt that their initiation had gone so well that he gave each of them a slave collar decorated with diamonds as a reward.
As the two women tried their best to please him, he thought, wondering how the initiation ceremony that Korotia had held for Barbara Gordon had gone. How the initiation for Barbara Gordon was going.
“ah… ah…!” Barbara Gordon cried out. Gordon, still wearing her tattered Batgirl costume, cried out in a shrill voice.
Korotia wore a sadistic grin as Barbara cried out. By taking turns with the electric massager and a thick dildo covered in pellets, this was the fourth time she had succeeded in forcing the heroine to an orgasm.
Drenched in waves of pleasure and pain, Batgirl’s naked body, wrists and ankles were pulled tightly and tied into a large font in the shape of an eagle spreading its wings. The two swollen nipple flowers were clamped in heavy iron pliers, attached to steel wires, and pulled straight up to the ceiling, forcing Batgirl to arch her body to minimize the excruciating pain that tore through her chest.
“Please! Stop… stop!” Batgirl begged, “I… have… no… way… to… endure… any more…”
“Oh baby, don’t cry like a crybaby.” Korotia teased, “It doesn’t feel all that bad, does it?”
“Oh…!” Batgirl couldn’t help but moan again as Korotia maneuvered her mechanical arm and pushed a vibrator further into the depths of her body.
But Korotia was right. Batgirl thought resignedly, she didn’t exactly hate it. In fact, for some reason, it was the strongest experience she had ever had.
Regardless of the drug that had been forced into her earlier, her mind was still enveloped in its effects; and all these pleasures, all these pains… all of them, combined together, agitated her both mentally and physically, making Batgirl’s lust even more aroused by the intense stimulation.
Calf muscles taut, two hands can not stop twitching, snow buttocks with the frequency of thrusting, fierce fluttering, firm breasts are also in a succession of gasping, rippling a tantalizing snow-white waves of light. Wave after wave of pleasure, constantly flooded over her small and delicate carcass, the only thing Batgirl can do is to grit her teeth, trying her best to maintain her sanity that is about to collapse.
The face wrapped in the hood and the exposed breasts were already covered with a layer of glittering sweat. Batgirl’s mouth was open, and she was intoxicated by the pleasure she had never felt before.
Grabbing Batgirl’s mask violently and forcibly pulling her to her head, Korotia leaned down and kissed the heroine on the lips, her tongue going in with reckless aggression and exploration, so roughly that it almost suffocated her, who couldn’t move.
Surprised, Batgirl could only let out a low, indistinct cry, “Uh… uh… uh…”!
”
When Korothea finally relaxed her, Batgirl begged as she gasped for air, “Wait a minute! Stop!”
“It’s too late, baby.” Korotia told her. “I’m going to report to Daddy, so I have to leave you here for a while, but don’t you worry, I naturally have a way to keep you here until I get back.”
With that, Korothea pulled the still buzzing dildo from Batgirl’s wet, hot, muddy maw, then released her from the dreaded machine.
The physical exertion of her prolonged orgasm made Batgirl feel weak, and before she had time to react, Lothian had grabbed her and locked her neck and torso in a set of harness clamps, which she used to cuff her arms behind her back. This was followed by multiple ropes that bound the heroine tightly to a small platform that made it difficult for her to get a foothold, and a couple of steel cables that hung down from the ceiling that secured the collar and harness buckle around her body.
And through the pain, Batgirl immediately understood that as long as she moved a little bit, these restraints would take effect, and in addition to making her pass out from the pain, they would directly suffocate her.
“Korotia, why are you doing this?” Batgirl pleaded.
“Of course it’s because I’ve got it, you little fool!”
Korotia smiled and gave Batgirl a light pat on her round, firm ass before walking across the room and opening a cabinet. Batgirl’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw the crossbow in the cabinet.
Korotia picked up a black rubber ball with a thin thread attached, tied the end of the thread to the trigger of the crossbow, and pulled the thread away until it came into contact with Batgirl, who was struggling on the footstool next to her face.
“Open your mouth wide!” Korotia ordered the heroine.
“No! I don’t want it!” Batgirl cried vehemently in opposition.
Korotia smiled with her teeth showing, she loved it when they resisted like this. She grabbed hold of Batgirl and twisted hard on the back of her neck, causing the hooded Justice Warrior to groan in disbelief.
“Oh…!” Batgirl couldn’t help but open her mouth and scream out, but Rautia took the opportunity to stuff the rubber ball into her mouth and adjusted to pull the rope tighter.
“You’ll have to be more careful from now on, baby!” Korotia told her jokingly, “If you let it loose… then…”
Batgirl’s teeth clenched around the rubber ball and shot a hate-filled glare at Korotia.
“Will remember to bring a lovely riding crop on my return, and we shall have more fun.”
“Mmm… mmm… mmm…” was the only response Batgirl could make.
After aiming a final, hard swat at Batgirl’s quivering ass, Korotia left the room, leaving her alone inside this well-placed, circuitous trap.
Immediately after the door to the room was closed and locked, Batgirl began her escape. She was glad that she had the foresight to replace the knockoff that Korotia had provided to go with the outfit with a real bat belt. Carefully clenching the rubber ball in her mouth, she slowly extended her fingers and tried to reach inside one of the small compartments on the bat belt behind her.
After anxious minutes, she managed to get to one of the lock picks on her belt and inserted it into the handcuffs that were locked tight around her wrists. She then painstakingly attempted to unlock it as carefully as possible, while trying to balance on the small platform at the bottom of her feet and stand as straight as possible. It didn’t take long before she was sweating profusely from the strain, the pressure coming off the rubber ball was making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe, she had to work hard to flare her nostrils, and she could feel the rubber ball almost slipping out from between her teeth.
With great difficulty, she got the handcuffs off.
Once the hands were freed, the restraints below the neck were quickly removed in the shortest possible time and freedom was restored. There were too many latches on this side of the neck, and it would take quite a bit of extra effort to remove them all. After a while, after a cluck, the padlock opened, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe relatively easily.
All that was left to do now was what to do with the rubber ball clenched in her mouth and the crossbow still aimed at her chest. In such a short distance, Batgirl knew that once she opened her mouth wide to release the rubber ball, she would have to do her best to move to the side to dodge it.
She concentrated and counted down in her mind: 5… 4… 3… 2… “One!” The heroine, who had counted in her mind, immediately opened her mouth, allowing the rubber ball to pop out, and at the same time triggering the tightened crossbow.
With a loud crash, the arrow with the razor-sharp tip was released and traveled across the room as fast as a bullet. Instead of hitting the originally intended target, Batgirl’s chest, it scraped a small crack in her arm-wrapped attire and pierced a hole in her bright yellow cape, finally nailing it with a clang into the wooden closet on the opposite side of the room.
As she rolled away safely, Batgirl let out a low cry, “Ouch!” She felt a cut on her arm from the sharp arrow as if it had burned.
She pulled a jar of antiseptic ointment from her bat belt to treat the wound, finding that it resembled nothing more than a tiny cut from a piece of paper. After wrapping the bandage, Batgirl pulled another small cylinder from her belt and opened its tip.
She rotated the bottom of the cylinder to reveal a lipstick-shaped power adhesive to repair the Batgirl costume that had been cut open with a razor by Korotia.
Once the repair was almost done, she walked over to the heavy door of the room and began to concentrate on picking the lock.
Chapter 7: Escape
Claudia saw her father brutally bullying his playmates, Vicky Vale hanging upside down from a rope hanging from the ceiling, and Kathleen Kennedy hanging from a rope hanging from the ceiling. Vicky Vale was hanging upside down by her feet from a rope that hung from the ceiling, and Kathie Marette was kneeling on her knees in front of him, begging for more pleasure. Kathie Marette was on her knees in front of him, begging for more pleasure.
“Korotia, you’ve come at the right time. Both of these sluts want more, but I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“You’re being greedy but chewing the cud again, aren’t you, Daddy?” Korotia said with a smile.
“You could say that.” He grinned eatenly before telling Korothea, “I can let you share this one bitch.”
Korotia approached the kneeling Kath and yanked her hair so hard that both her knees left the floor, then roughly threw her onto the large bed next to her. As Kath gazed at her with eyes filled with passion and desire, Korotia calmly removed a double-ended sex toy with a strap-on attached from a drawer beside the bed. Kath clenched her lips as it immediately became moist.
After Korotia fastened the belt around her own waist, she ordered Kath, “Get down on all fours and lift your ass up with your back to me.”
Gasping as she approached Kath from behind, Kath quickly obeyed Korotia’s forceful commands. Korotia slapped Kath’s ass hard, ordering her to move faster, while her father sat comfortably in one of the chairs next to the bound Vicky and watched with interest. Her fingers began to poke and prod at Kath’s bottom, checking how wet it was there before spreading her honey hole wide and inserting the thick sex tool.
“Mmm…!” Kath couldn’t help but moan as Korothea filled her honey hole.
Kath’s body kept squirming as Korotia toyed with her like she was a doll. She gripped Kath’s hips tightly and gave her a few long, slow thrusts, then followed them up with quick, powerful pokes that made Kath squeal in pleasure over and over again.
Korotia enjoyed making love to Kath, she loved Kath’s firm but small body, the way she tossed her red hair from side to side, and the way she responded to her gaze, her mouth opening sluttishly from the intense pleasure.
Korotia turned her head to her father, who was watching approvingly while stroking Vicky’s ass, causing her to let out a whimper from her gagged ball gag.
But Lotea knew exactly what her father liked, and she grabbed Kath’s hair and pulled it back hard so that her back arched backward, squeezing her heaving breasts and pinching her pink nipples hard as she slapped her buttocks and thrust back and forth until they screamed together in a long shuddering burst of intense orgasm.
All eyes were focused on Kath, and none of them realized that Batgirl had entered the room. By the time Colus realized a figure had swept past him, it was too late.
But Lotea hadn’t yet recovered from her own orgasm and still felt dizzy. The heroine easily mounted her, squeezing her neck tightly from behind, locking her hands, and then flinging her hard to the side, slamming into the bedpost.
Colus immediately released Vicky and ordered her and Kath to attack Batgirl. The first to face Batgirl was Kath, but still a little weak from the sex she had just had, she was no match for Batgirl at all, and soon fell to the ground as she was caught in the jaw by a hard kick.
Batgirl knew that the two women weren’t in their normal state of mind, so tried to do as little harm as possible, but Vicki was slightly taller and a little stronger, and the two of them became tangled together as fiercely as if they were in a wrestling match. However, Vicki had been hung upside down by her head for a while, so she felt a little dazed as the blood rushed away from her head, and it didn’t take long for Batgirl to subdue her with a handful of slashes to the back of her neck.
“Stop where you are and don’t move, Mr. Cohen!” When she finally confronted her kidnapper, Batgirl warned him in a threatening tone, “You’re going to pay for all of this!”
“I have no intention of leaving, Barbara.” Colus responded briefly.
Batgirl was amazed at the composure he showed, as if nothing in the world could bother him. She didn’t realize it was because Korotia had come to her senses and snuck up behind her.
The heroine’s instincts caused her to crouch down instinctively, thrillingly dodging an attack aimed at the back of her head that nearly knocked her down. But Korotia was still agile and strong, and the two of them quickly became entangled in a desperate struggle, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Finally, with slightly better fighting skills, Batgirl was able to lock on to Korotia’s plastic suit-wrapped thighs and secure her arms tightly with one hand, while with the other she pulled a canister of anesthetic gas out of her own bat belt and sprayed it into the face of Korotia, who was gasping for air rapidly. She tried to resist the effects of those sprays, but it didn’t help at all.
It was then that Colus realized in horror that his daughter had been subdued. All he could do was watch as Batgirl put Korotia to bed and turned her attention to him.
“I really hope you don’t want to try to resist, Mr. Cohen.” Batgirl said, “Because I’m very angry right now, and I’m afraid I’m going to do something to you that I might regret later.”
Colus Coyne raised his hands in a surrendering position. Cohen raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: “You win, Ms. Gordon.”
“But only for the moment…” he thought as Barbara ordered Colus to sit still while she examined Vicky and Kath.
Batgirl easily found the antidote for the two women from Colus, removing the drug that had made them subservient to Korotia and him. But Korotia was a different story. Barbara discovered that she had been strongly brainwashed by her father to fulfill his depraved and perverted desires.
After Vicky and Kath had finally gotten dressed and were more or less back to normal, they joined Barbara in discussing what to do with the two Kerns, father and daughter.
“I think it would be best if Mr. Cohen could spend a little time with me and my father at the Aiken Sanatorium.” Kath suggested, referring to herself as well as her father who was working as the head psychiatrist at a sanatorium for the mentally ill in Gotham City?
“And I myself will be putting in a little work to see if I can get Korotia back from his grip. I must properly examine the extent of the damage done to her spirit, and that, I fear, will take a long time.”
“He’s such an evil devil to do that to her.” Vicky K. Vel said sadly.
“So, we all agree to do it. And then,” Barbara said of her plan, “each and every one of us is not to say even a word to anyone about all that has happened to us tonight, and the ‘City Council’ club will be shut down here from now on. “
The three of them nodded together in agreement.
And so it was that Barbara Gordon and Vicki K. Barbara Gordon and Vicki Vale. Barbara Gordon and Vicki Vale helped Dr. Kathleen Merritti escort Colus Brewster before heading home. Dr. Kathie Marette escorted Colus Cohen and his daughter, Claudia, to the Aiken Nursing Home before returning home. Kerns and his daughter, Claudia, to the Aiken Sanitarium. There they will be able to find out just what important and powerful members of Gotham’s high society Colus has under his control.
Chapter VIII. The Last Regret
The next day, Barbara gets a call from her father that sounds as if it’s full of trouble, so she rushes over to see him.
“Barbara, I’m so glad you came right over. I have to tell you something.”
Gordon said in a shaky voice as Barbara followed him toward the family’s study.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Barbara asked with concern. “Is something wrong?”
“I’ve done something terrible.” As he snapped to a seat in the large chair in the study, Gordon mumbled in a low voice, “…something that makes it hard for me to talk about.”
Barbara moved closer to her father and sat on the arm of the chair, putting her arm around her father’s shoulders to comfort him. And hoped to find out from his face what was troubling him. She said encouragingly, “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“I made a terrible mistake.” Gordon rubbed his forehead and began, “If I had known, I never would have participated.”
“Participate in what?” Barbara asked.
“It was a secret society… a men’s club… they called themselves the ‘City Council’.” .
Barbara’s heart began to beat faster.
“I attended a party… at least that’s what they called it… but it was more like a banquet.”
“What day did this happen?” Barbara asked.
“Just Friday.”
“Please go on and tell me what happened afterward.”
“We have a total of three… new members, and everything all seems so normal.
They were both noble men and held respectable positions. One of them was a prominent physician, while the other was the publisher of a newspaper. We met at the estate of Coles Kerns. We met at the estate of Coles Cohen…”
Gordon choked back a sob, “I shouldn’t say any more.”
“It doesn’t matter, Dad.”
As Barbara comforted her father, her own body began to tense.
“Please, just tell me everything that happened.”
“There was some drink there, and we drank a little bit of it… I think it might have been drugged… and then everything started to get really weird. There were some women there… young women…”
“Everyone there was in disguise. The only ones I was able to identify out were Colus and a couple of the other new members. One was Victor B. Vale, the publisher of the paper, and James B. Vale, a psychoanalyst from Ankeny. Dr. James Maretty, a psychoanalyst from Ankeny-Austin. Dr. Marietti. And then there was a dance… performed by a couple of costumed women.”
As her father confessed, Barbara began to feel a wave of dizziness, but she continued to listen intently.
“They are Batgirl, Poison Ivy Girl, and Catwoman. I don’t think they were the real ones, just three women wearing masks. Then, there was an auction, and each of us left with one of these women, and then…”
A moisture welled up in Gordon’s eyes and he began to sigh, “My God, what have I done?”
“And then what happened, Dad?”
“I… took… one of the women…” groaned Gordon. “I didn’t even know who she was. I didn’t even know what I was thinking at that point… I could have sworn!”
“Oh, Papa…” whispered Barbara.
“I… we… walked to… and…” Gordon paused, unable to continue. “I… can’t… go on.”
“Dad,” Barbara said calmly to her father, “please… answer my last question again.”
“No, Barbara, I can’t.”
“Which one did you take?”
“Please don’t make me say it, Barbara… I’m ashamed.”
“Please tell me. If you can pour it out, you’ll probably feel much more comfortable.”
Gordon shuddered and hugged himself, answering in a broken voice: “She is… Batgirl.”
In a flash, Barbara’s heart felt like ice, and it took her best efforts not to start shaking. Her body stiffened and her mouth dropped open in horror, unable to believe what she had just heard. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, she finally mustered enough courage to respond.
“Dad, don’t worry.” Barbara said with tears in her eyes, “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Barbara, please…” sobbed Gordon. “Forgive me.”
“I forgive you.” Barbara closed her eyes and held her father close until his tears stopped.
(concluded)