Batwoman: Masquerade

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Chapter One: Daddy's Good Daughter

To her, the word "stunner" seemed tailor-made for her.

She had smooth, bright red lips, long, silky black hair that formed soft bangs across her forehead, and a single glance from her emerald eyes could easily break a man's heart.

At the ends of his hair, there were already slight silver-gray streaks. Wearing his favorite red velvet robe, she sat on the bed, her arms around his neck, rubbing her nose against his cheek, gently nibbling his ear, while he, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, watched financial news on the television screen.

She slipped her hand inside the waistband of his robe, lazily caressing his erect penis.

He deliberately ignored her until the last line of the stock report flashed past the bottom of the screen. Another million-dollar transaction completed. What a good day.

Finally, he turned his attention to her.

"Have you found a third candidate?"

he asked, stroking her soft cheek with his neatly manicured nails.

"Yes, we're meeting tomorrow," she replied.

"Very good," he said, then gazed into her eager eyes. "You can begin."

Her eyes immediately lit up, and she nimbly bent down to his waist, beginning to stroke his penis with her cherry-like lips. He closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and gently caressed her black, satin-like hair as her head began to move up and down between his thighs.

The gentleman, with his black hair streaked with silver, breathed softly, and after several minutes of intense pleasure, he finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh, which burst from her mouth. Some thick, white semen dripped from her lips as she stroked his penis.

After licking away the last drop of semen, she propped herself up, looking at him with a mischievous smile.

"Goodnight, Daddy." She gave him a light kiss on the cheek, then climbed out of bed and walked as softly as a cat back to her bedroom.

Chapter Two: Darling

In the Gotham City Library, today was just like any other day.

Barbara Gordon sat behind her desk as usual, registering books for her regular customers.

When one of her regulars, a gentle but talkative old lady named Harriet Cooper, stood before her carrying a stack of romance novels, it took her over ten minutes to try and tell Barbara about her single nephew named Dick and her wish for them to meet sometime. Barbara

smiled as politely as possible, and thankfully, Mrs. Cooper quickly finished her registration and headed for the exit. Accompanying her was a gentlemanly old man named Alfred Benevolent, who gave Barbara a knowing wink.

When the next customer approached, Barbara gazed at her, feeling she had seen her before, but with a slightly different air.

"Darling!"

Following the alluring voice appeared a young and beautiful face that matched perfectly. A beautiful figure with dark hair approached the large wooden table used for registration.

Suddenly, memories struck Barbara like a ton of bricks.

The person was… Clodia Cohen.

And she remembered why she hadn't recognized her immediately. The last time she saw her was in her final year of high school.

Clodia was one of those so-called "high-profile" students. "High Society" was what they called their little circle—a select group of a select few from students all from wealthy families.

Clodia had refused to be the captain of the cheerleading squad, deeming it too vulgar, but she was the president of that little group and held countless other important positions throughout the school.

Aside from her distinctive hairstyle and clothes, she hadn't changed a bit. Her hairstyle and clothes were undoubtedly from Gotham City's most upscale stores.

"Claudia!" Barbara exclaimed in surprise. "This is truly…"

"A surprise!" Clodia finished Barbara's sentence.

“Yes! What a wonderful surprise. Wow! How have you been? Time flies. It’s been so long.”

“Yes, it really has been a long time.”

“So, you’re working in the library now.” Coraldia said with a condescending attitude and a slightly disdainful tone, “I should have guessed it, you’ve always been a little bookworm.”

Barbara’s heart was in turmoil, and she suddenly clearly remembered why she couldn’t stand Coraldia. She only responded to Coraldia with a stiff smile.

“By the way, how is your father?”

Coraldia asked, mentioning Barbara’s father, James Gordon, a commissioner in the Gotham City Police Department.

“Oh, he’s doing very well.” Barbara replied, relaxing slightly as the conversation drifted away from her own.

She hoped to end the topic quickly, so she nodded at the books Coraldia had borrowed.

“What books have you borrowed?”

“Oh, these?” Coraldia said.

“I borrowed this book to look at the clothes and jewelry in it. I belong to a club made up entirely of young women, and part of our annual event is setting up the annual carnival. This year our theme is a carnival, like the traditional carnival in Rio.”

“A carnival?” Barbara asked as she took out her library card from the back of the book to stamp it.

“Oh, you’ve never heard of it? I’m surprised your father hasn’t mentioned it to you. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. It’s for members of the ‘City Council.’ You know, one of those secret men’s clubs.”

“Um…oh…yes,” Barbara said.

She did remember overhearing her father on the phone a few weeks ago mentioning being a candidate for a 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.

Since then, she hadn’t heard anyone mention it again. As far as she knew, he either hadn’t joined yet or hadn’t told her he had.

No one ever truly knew who was a member of this secret club, or even how many members it actually had.

As Barbara handed the book back to Coralia, she noticed her staring at her under those slightly arched eyebrows. That made her a little uncomfortable, so she continued, "Is there anything else?"

"Hey, honey, listen to me. Want to come over tomorrow night for a get-together with some of my friends? Just a small, informal gathering at my apartment. You know, like going back to those wonderful high school days."

At first, Barbara instinctively wanted to refuse immediately, making up some excuse for not being able to attend, but Coralia's earlier mention of the "city council" piqued her curiosity. Perhaps she could discover more about them.

From Coralia's words, it sounded as if her father was already a member, and she was surprised that he had never mentioned it to Barbara.

“Well… okay, let me think about it.”

After pretending to consider it for a while, Barbara agreed.

“Why not?”

“That’s wonderful!” Coralia said with a sweet smile.

“It’s 8:30 p.m. Why don’t you write down your phone number for me? I can call you later to tell you how to get here.”

“No problem. Please wait a moment.” Barbara replied, writing down her phone number on a notepad.

“Right here.”

“Great!” Coralia agreed, taking the note and slipping it into her Gucci purse before leaving the library. Her high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor as she walked.

Barbara noticed that she still maintained a good figure.

Of course, not as good as her own.

Chapter Three: The Invitation

Barbara Gordon arrived at Coralia Cohen’s house promptly at 8:30 p.m.

The Cohen mansion, perched on a hill, overlooked the apartment complex in downtown Gotham. She rang the doorbell at the gate of the castle-like building, owned by Coralia's father, Coralus Cohen.

A sullen doorman opened the massive oak door, allowing Barbara to enter.

After passing through a flawlessly decorated hall, she was led directly upstairs to Coralia's room, which was also the highest point in the entire building. Every detail of the house gave Barbara her first glimpse into the extent of Coralia's father's wealth. Previously,

she only knew Mr. Cohen as a philanthropist who had inherited a large fortune.

When Coralia saw Barbara approaching the door, she smiled broadly and called out loudly, "Baby!"

This greeting drew unnecessary attention, making Barbara feel extremely embarrassed, especially when she found the entire house filled with women and felt every pair of eyes turning to look at her.

These were the "few friends" she had mentioned.

It looked like a gathering of models and actresses, each dressed in formal dresses, pearl jewelry, and high heels. This made Barbara feel a little embarrassed by her simple linen dress and handbag.

Oh well, at least she didn't consider herself less attractive than them.

"Barbara, let me introduce you to my friends first,"

Coralia said. Then she took Barbara's arm and led her around the room, greeting each of her friends one by one.

This took almost a full hour. Finally, Coralia stopped in the center of the room, asking everyone to focus their attention, and Barbara could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After the room quieted down, Coralia announced, "First, I want to thank every lady who has come. Today is just an informal gathering, but I'd like to take a moment to welcome our new candidate. As you all know, the Gotham City Charity Club is an organization that particularly honors outstanding working women who, in addition to donating money, are also actively involved in many different charitable organizations that need help. More and more women are going out to work, and we must help and support each other." "

Now, as we search for future candidates to join our organization, we hope to find the best and most outstanding individuals. So, without a doubt, I am delighted to introduce our first candidate… Vicky Will."

A beautiful blonde woman in a black dress stood up shyly and nodded to everyone, eliciting polite applause.

"Vicky is a photographer, and I believe that every one of you who has ever spent any time reading the newspapers has seen her work. Thank you for coming, Vicky."

With Vicky's warm smile, Coralia continued to introduce the next person.

“Next, we have a rare gem; an independent woman who not only has a job, but is also a doctor.”

A chorus of “Wow!” and “Ah!” came from the astonished female audience.

“No, not the kind of doctor you might imagine, but her work is just as important. She’s more like a psychiatrist. To be precise, a psychoanalyst. Let’s welcome her… Dr. Katniss Maretti,”

Coraldia said, gesturing to a short, red-haired woman in a dark green silk pantsuit. The latter stood up and responded to the smiles.

Barbara noticed she seemed quite confident.

“The last candidate today, but not the least important. She’s also an old friend of mine, and her father is a very important figure in our great city… Barbara Gordon.”

At first, Barbara couldn’t believe she was actually hearing her name called. She was so surprised she could barely manage a smile in response to the crowd around her.

How could Coraldia do this to her?

She had never imagined this would happen.

She could only clench her hands tightly above her knees, sitting silently until the applause subsided.

"Alright, girls, please try your best to make each of our new candidates feel welcome."

After a while, Barbara suddenly realized that Coralia hadn't even mentioned that she was just a librarian. She was never ashamed of her work, but she could imagine how these other ladies with their diverse and colorful careers would view her. As

the party drew to a close that evening, Coralia led Barbara, Vicki, and Dr. Maretti aside and asked them to follow her.

As she led them down the corridor, Coralia told them, "The carnival is almost here, and I need the three of you to help me prepare the entertainment. You can think of this task as your initiation ceremony."

Coralia led them into a room with rows of wardrobes and mirrors. Every decoration, piece of furniture, blanket, tapestry, and even the paintings on the walls were sixteenth-century antiques.

Their mistress opened a large wardrobe and first gave Vicky a rather approving look.

"I think this suits you perfectly." Pulling a black outfit from the rack, Coralia handed it to Vicky and said, "Go try this on."

Vicky smiled at the outfit with a slightly surprised expression as Barbara looked over with interest.

Then, Coralia glanced enviously at Dr. Maretti's slender figure and grinned. She pulled out another outfit, this one green. "You'll look stunning in this,"

Coralia encouraged Dr. Maretti as she took the outfit with a slightly skeptical look. "Go for it!"

"Alright, last but not least, baby," Coralia said.

Barbara felt uncomfortable with her insistence on using that nickname; she knew it was a subtle way Coralia used to express her superiority. This made her feel like she was still a high school student, but Barbara immediately shook off that feeling.

"What do you think of... this outfit?" Clodia asked, finally finding the costume she was looking for.

When she held up the outfit, Barbara gasped, almost gasping for breath.

It was... Batwoman's outfit.

Was this some kind of prank by Clodia?

In that instant, Barbara considered the worst possibility: Clodia had discovered her secret identity and was using that fact to torment her.

"The main theme of this entertainment is that after the carnival, you ladies will be attending a fundraising auction for members of the 'City Council' while dressed in these costumes. Everyone will be wearing a mask, and it will be incredibly fun. Remember, this is for charity, so don't be shy. I hope the three of you can work together to put on a short play, a dance, or any kind of performance. Use your imagination. This will allow me to see your wit and whether you truly want to be candidates for the club." "

Of course, you'll be playing our heroine, darling," Coralia paused, then pointed to Vicky Weir and Dr. Kathy Maretti, who had returned, each already dressed in their costumes. "And they'll be the villains."

This time, Batwoman gasped in surprise.

Vicky was wearing a very form-fitting, shimmering black Catwoman outfit, along with high-heeled boots and a cat-eye mask and ears decorated with metallic sequins.

Dr. Maretti wore a one-piece, high-slit poison vine costume. The back was adorned with semi-transparent ribbons decorated with sequins and shimmering green light, winding from her upper body to her green high-heeled dancing shoes, while the mask covering her eyes was shaped like an ivy leaf.

Barbara noticed that both of them seemed quite pleased to wear the two tight-fitting outfits.

"That's about it, honey, would you like to participate?" Coraldia asked.

"How about it? Can you come up with something special, something exciting? I think you have a bit of an idea by now."

At this point, Barbara knew she had no other choice. She was overwhelmed by everything. Everything had happened so fast; her head felt like a jumbled mess. If she didn't know better, she would almost have thought someone had drugged her ginger ale.

"Okay," Barbara said. “I took some dance and ballet classes when I was younger, and I thought we could perform something.”

“Great! I knew I could rely on you…” Coralia smiled, then added, “…baby.”

Chapter Four: Carnival

Barbara Gordon felt a little nervous. She had never been in such a bizarre situation.

In a moment, she would emerge from behind the stage curtain in her full Batwoman costume. Except for one thing: it wasn’t Barbara’s own costume, though it was a replica that was incredibly realistic in every detail.

From the shimmering, slightly speckled purple material, the boots, the hood, and the yellow bat symbols, to the purple velvet gloves, the waist-length cape made of yellow and purple silk, and the bat belt that concealed all her equipment, it was almost perfect.

Even more astonishing was how perfectly it fit. Exactly identical to the real Batwoman costume, it clung tightly to her curvaceous body, comfortably conforming to her dancer-like, supple thighs. It even included a red wig.

She made only one minor alteration; she replaced the replica with a real batwoman belt, just in case.

Vicky Will and Dr. Maretti stood beside her, each dressed as their respective "Catwoman" and "Vine Woman" costumes, smiling nervously.

Over the past few days, they had used precious free time to gather and design and rehearse their dance performance. During this time, Barbara had quickly become friends with the two vibrant and successful women.

Now, the three of them were about to perform in the "entertainment segment" of the "City Council's" annual carnival. The location was a magnificent hall in the grand Cohen Manor, one of the country properties owned by Coraldia's father.

And now, the moment of the performance was about to begin.

The curtains would open to the sides, revealing a roof-like set that would become their stage.

Coralia's only instruction was that they not speak any lines; their dance would be accompanied by appropriate background music. This relieved the three of them, as simply performing without any lines was difficult enough.

"Gentlemen, please pay attention!" they heard Coralia announce from behind the stage curtains. "Tonight, we have a special performance prepared for you. Please focus your attention on this velvet curtain." "

Alright, ladies, the performance begins," Barbara whispered. "Time to go on stage."

The other two smiled at her and moved to their starting positions. The music began, and the curtains opened to the sides.

Because several spotlights shone directly in her face, Batgirl couldn't see the faces of the audience; all she could see was a large, blurry group of figures. She thought this was for the best; it allowed her and the other two to concentrate better on their performance.

And so their performance began.

Batgirl was the first to step onto the stage, stealthily moving across the rooftop with ballet-like movements, surveying her surroundings before entering the skylight, as if investigating some villain's hideout.

Suddenly, Catwoman appeared, baring her teeth and claws as she approached Batgirl.

The two began a kind of dance, Catwoman fiercely attacking Batgirl while the heroine tried to use her cape to deflect her opponent's dangerous claws. Then, as Catwoman continued her attack, Batgirl performed several acrobatic somersaults.

When the villain managed to grab Batgirl with a feigned attack, spinning her around, she suddenly found herself facing Venomancer.

Venomancer gave an evil smile, slapping the shocked heroine's chin with the back of her hand, cautiously swinging her fist, but trying to make it look real to the audience. At the same moment, Batgirl was grabbed tightly from behind by Catwoman in a hug.

As Vine Woman attacked again, Batwoman raised her legs and kicked the green-clad villain with scissors-like movements.

The wrestling-like fight continued back and forth, with the two female villains initially gaining the upper hand, then Batwoman overcoming the disadvantage. The back-and-forth continued until, as Batwoman fiercely grappled with Vine Woman, Catwoman suddenly struck her hard on the back of the head.

This time, Batwoman was truly dazed; her vision blurred, and she struggled to stay conscious. They had rehearsed so many times; she couldn't believe Vicki had ever hit her so hard. Before she could figure out what was happening, Batwoman found herself firmly gripped by the two women.

They spun her around halfway, turning her back to the audience for a moment, while Vine Woman sprayed something in her face with a spray can, making her even weaker and unable to retaliate. Taking advantage of Batwoman's weakened state, they retrieved leather handcuffs and shackles from a hidden spot and began binding the Dark Angel's arms to his back.

Batgirl, panting heavily from the wrestling match, struggled to regain her freedom, but the anesthetic gas she had inhaled rendered all her struggles futile. All she could do was barely remain conscious.

She had no idea why things were now completely out of their original plan.

When Poison Roach and Catwoman began binding her to a sturdy metal rod that had been used as a roof antenna, all she could do was try to shake her head. After her body was forced against the rod, she was immediately handcuffed, and her legs were forced slightly apart by a metal rod at her ankles.

Batgirl was about to protest vehemently when a slightly bitter-tasting black rubber ball was suddenly stuffed into her mouth, and a leather strap through the ball was tightly bound to the back of her head. Then the two villains stood on either side of their captive, striking a gesture of thanks to the enthusiastically applauding audience.

This appalling situation caused Batgirl's adrenaline to surge, making her senses heightened.

The dizzying, dreamlike feeling, coupled with being "defeated" and bound by Vicky Weir and Dr. Mareddy, gave Batgirl a dangerous thrill. Being captured by real villains was one thing, but being tied up like this by two ladies she knew quite well was another.

Although this wasn't part of the original script, Batgirl could only guess that their changes were to make the performance more realistic. Of course, they couldn't possibly have any other schemes up their sleeves. In any case, both of them were well-known women in Gotham City's social circles.

Out of the corner of her eye, Batgirl saw a woman in a magnificent feathered outfit walk onto the stage and face the audience: "Gentlemen, please give our performers a warm round of applause." Although the woman was wearing a mask, Batgirl recognized the voice as Clodia Cohen's.

"I believe the moment you've been waiting for has arrived," Coralia announced in her perfectly light voice. "The annual auction for 'City Council' members now begins."

Batwoman could barely concentrate, but she was certain she heard Coralia say "auction." Of course, she didn't mean...

"Our first item to be auctioned will be that beautiful enchantress... the Vine Woman!"

"What kind of world is this?" Batwoman thought.

They must be joking.

Auctioning women? This was the most vulgar and barbaric thing she had ever heard of. And what would these women have to do once they were "bought" by the highest bidder? It was insane.

"The starting price is one thousand dollars. Anyone willing to bid two thousand dollars?"

As Dr. Katniss Maretti, dressed as the Vine Woman, walked around and struck sexy poses, the bidders, guided by Coralia, silently raised their hands to join the bidding. The price continued to rise for several minutes until finally a highest bidder was chosen, who stepped into the spotlight to collect his prize.

Then, Batgirl saw the man wearing a long cloak and a mask that covered his entire face. He grabbed Poison Roach's arm and led her back into the darkness.

"Next up, we have a brave and lovely Catwoman!" Clodia said.

Batgirl had no idea what was going to happen next. This was truly the most unusual situation of her life.

When Clodia began auctioning off Vicky Will…Catwoman, Batgirl tried to get her attention, but the rubber ball stuck between her teeth prevented her from speaking. All she could do was make a series of low "uh," "uh."

Then she noticed that the rubber ball in her mouth had a strange taste, as if it had been coated with some kind of special drug, and she found that it was beginning to affect her body. Suddenly, a warm, stimulating sensation arose in her lower body, and she tried to squeeze her legs together to get rid of the itching, but the restraints on her body prevented her from doing so.

When the auction for Catwoman finally ended, Batgirl was already writhing violently.

"Now, last but certainly not least..." Coralia announced, "Batwoman!"

Batwoman found all eyes on her now fixed on her. The bonds she was bound to and the sudden attention from the audience amplified her already rising passion several times over, all of which combined to give her an even stronger thrill, but she struggled to control it.

She could only watch helplessly as Coralia led the crowd in the shadows in a frenzied bidding war.

"Gentlemen, please remember this is for charitable purposes," Coralia said with a smile when the bidding slowed down around 50,000.

Then the bidding climbed again, and only stopped at that record-breaking, unbelievable 85,000.

"85,000 once, twice..." Coralia said, "Sold!"

Batwoman tensed, her heart pounding, as her "owner" came up to claim her. Coralia freed Batgirl from the upright metal rods, but the shackles on her wrists and ankles, and the black rubber ball stuffed in her mouth, remained tightly bound.

Unable to walk properly due to the thin chains on her shackles and the extension rods on her ankles, the powerless heroine could only manage small, shuffling steps. She had no choice but to follow the cloaked figure away.

Whatever the substance coated on the rubber ball in her mouth was, it rendered her completely powerless to struggle or resist.

For the first time that evening, Batgirl could finally see clearly what was actually taking place at this so-called "recreation party" held by the "City Council" members.

Every man attending wore a similar dark cloak; the only difference was the style of their masks. Most covered the entire face, completely concealing the wearer's identity.

Another similarity was that most of them were accompanied by one or two female companions, who were completely naked except for high heels, feathered half-masks, and exotic jewelry. Batwoman guessed that all the women here were likely successful female members of the Gotham City Charity Club.

As she was led through the numerous, vast rooms of the manor, Batwoman was even more astonished by what she witnessed. In different parts of the various rooms, all sorts of sexual acts were taking place.

In the first room, a woman was bent over a table, her hands tightly bound in front of her, being raped from behind.

In another room, a group of people were gleefully watching two women tied to a sofa in a "69" position. Batwoman could hear the moans and wet licking sounds they made as they pleased each other.

Each scene grew increasingly astonishing, until she discovered Dr. Maretti, still dressed as Poison Vine, lying flat on a small table, which sent a collective gasp of shock through Batwoman. A cloaked figure was thrusting between her legs, while another man slowly penetrated her mouth, his head tilted back as it jutted out from the edge of the table.

In the next room, Vicky Weir was now on all fours, being gang-raped by several men, her Catwoman costume torn to shreds. Batwoman could only guess at what fate awaited her.

Scenes that would normally shock and disgust her now seemed to excite her even more. As she was clumsily led by her "owner" towards an empty room, bound by shackles, she could feel a wet, throbbing sensation between her legs.

The masked figure closed the door, turning Batgirl to face him. She had no idea who was behind the mask—perhaps a wealthy businessman or an important figure in Gotham City.

All she knew was that she was both terrified and aroused.

She saw his eyes flicker, then he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into a kneeling position. He reached down and began to ungag her. Once the rubber ball was out of her mouth, he clamped her chin with one hand while the other reached inside his cloak.

When she saw him pull out his erect penis, Batgirl's eyes widened in surprise. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his penis into her mouth before she could protest.

"Mmm...!" Batgirl felt a little nauseous as the thick, hard penis filled her mouth.

The man was incredibly strong, and Batgirl was still too weak to resist. As he gripped her head, which was covered by a bat hood, and shook it back and forth, slamming his thick penis violently into her warm mouth, all she could do was submissively endure it.

She could hear his heavy breathing and intermittent panting, but he didn't utter a single word.

When she thought he was about to ejaculate in her mouth, she almost panicked, but he suddenly released her and lifted her body onto a large, exquisite billiard table. He climbed onto the billiard table, Batgirl writhing beneath him.

He flipped her over so her stomach was down, pulled the zipper of her clothes down to her waist, lifted her body until she was kneeling, and then stripped off the rest of her clothing until her smooth, curvaceous buttocks were completely exposed to the air.

As the man pushed her down, pressing her tightly against the hard surface of the billiard table, Batgirl couldn't help but groan. She tried to struggle again, but the heroine still couldn't escape his grasp.

Deep down, however, she began to anxiously want him to possess her as soon as possible. She felt her vagina burning hotter than before, as if it were about to burst into flames, and when he finally raised his thick penis and thrust it into her, Batgirl groaned with pleasure.

"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 buttocks involuntarily arched backward, responding to his thrusts, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina.

Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, and as she was repeatedly and forcefully thrust into on the table, Batgirl couldn't help but let out sharp cries and groans. Her body was pushed forward inch by inch until her face was pressed tightly against the edge of the billiard table, and she could barely hold on under his violent, rapid thrusts.

Finally, the masked man reached his climax inside her, his body trembling violently as he ejaculated warm semen.

Batgirl also reached a dazzling climax, trembling intensely. The intense sexual sensations far exceeded what her mind and body could bear, and she fainted with a pleasurable scream.

Chapter Five Face to Face

"Oh…!"

As she gradually awoke from the illusory world, Batgirl let out a soft moan.

She lazily turned her head from side to side, feeling waves of dizziness. That familiar feeling of just recovering from unconsciousness, as she slowly moved her head, was like clearing away the spiderwebs in her mind, gradually bringing her back to her senses. When she barely regained her vision and saw her current situation and surroundings, her heart began to pound rapidly.

She was kneeling in the corner of a large bed, trying to move, but her arms were pulled behind her back, ropes wrapped around her elbows and wrists, tightly bound to a thick bedpost. Her ankles were also pulled high behind her back, crossed and tightly bound to her wrists, only her knees touching the bed.

She tensed all her muscles, desperately writhing her shapely body, but she couldn't move an inch.

After a while, a door opened, and she turned to see Coralia Cohen following her father, Colles Cohen, into the room.

Coralia was now wearing a tight-fitting blue-green plastic outfit, paired with high riding boots. Her father wore only grey trousers, a black pullover shirt, and shiny slippers. He held a glass of brandy in one hand and a thick cigar in the other.

“You’re finally awake, Batgirl,” Clodia chuckled.

“Why did you do this?” Batgirl asked through gritted teeth. “Untie me right now!”

“Why should I do what you say?” Cohen scoffed, settling his body comfortably against the large bed.

“Your body looks especially beautiful in this position. Doesn’t it, Clodia?”

Clodia responded with a wicked smile, then snuggled comfortably toward her father, embracing him. Batgirl was horrified by their intimacy.

They certainly weren’t… she didn’t even want to think that way. It was so bizarre!

She tried to recall the last thing that happened before she lost consciousness, and then all the memories became clear.

"What was all this for? Clodia, I can't believe you were part of this conspiracy!"

"Baby, you've hurt me so much," Clodia said. "I invited you to join our unique club, and you came voluntarily. I never forced you. Although I might have." "

If I had known that your... club... included kidnapping, drugging, and..." Batwoman wanted to add the bizarre bondage, enslavement, and sex games, but her pure upbringing prevented her from saying it. "I would never..."

"When you talk like that, you make it sound so..." Colles began.

"Vulgar?" Clodia finished the sentence for him.

“Nobody’s forcing you to leave against your will. You can leave whenever you want.”

Batgirl glared angrily at the Cohens as they mocked her. “You won’t get away so easily

.” Suddenly, Batgirl remembered Vicky Will and Dr. Katniss Maretti. She could only guess what had happened to them.

“Where are Vicky and Katniss?” Batgirl asked.

“They’re resting for the evening’s show,” Coleus told her with a grin.

“We saved you for last,” Clodia added.

“Did you drug them too? Is that why they attacked me during the performance?”

“Of course. Otherwise, how could we make your performance so convincing?” Clodia chuckled. “The look of surprise on your face was truly unforgettable.”

“You two are both perverts!” Batgirl hissed angrily. “I want you to let me go right now!”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that. You haven’t officially completed your initiation ceremony for our private club yet,” Cohen said, then turned to his daughter: “Corodia, please help look after our guest.”

“Please do my best,” Corodia replied, as if carrying a peculiar meaning.

When she saw Corodia get out of bed and approach her with something that looked like a perfume bottle in one hand, Batgirl suddenly realized something: she had to be careful what she said. They only knew her as Barbara Gordon, merely disguised as Batgirl.

She decided to try a different approach: “What… what are you going to do? When my father finds out about all this…”

Corodia sprayed a mist of anesthetic gas in her face, the same kind that Batgirl recognized as the spray she’d been given to Catwoman and Venomous Woman when they performed on stage. She tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. Some irritating fumes had already entered her lungs, and she quickly began to feel dizzy.

When Clodia saw her struggling against the effects of the drug, she sprayed more onto a silk towel and pressed it tightly against her nose and mouth. Batgirl tried to turn her head left and right in resistance, but to no avail. Her tense muscles quickly began to relax, and her eyes blinked, trying to close.

"Rest well, baby," Batgirl heard Clodia whisper in her ear as she was about to lose consciousness. "When you wake up next time, we'll have a special surprise for you."

Chapter Six: The Initiation Ritual

The cool air slowly brought Batgirl back to her senses from the post-anesthesia disorientation, finding herself in a room that looked like a dungeon. She felt herself lying flat, bound to a wooden platform, her arms raised high above her head. The ropes were taut, arching her back several inches. When she heard some muffled sounds coming from the side, Barbara tried to turn her head and was utterly horrified by what she saw.

In a corner of the room, Vicky Weir, still dressed as Catwoman, was also bound to a device that looked like a guillotine. Between two thick wooden pillars, Vicky's legs were bound from her knees to her ankles with long leather ropes, her wrists and elbows secured with metal rings and locked behind her back. This binding caused her entire body to lean forward involuntarily.

The height of the ropes meant that Vicky could only support herself on her toes, barely maintaining her balance with her arms hanging behind her back, trying to find a less painful position, but to no avail. The intense numbness and pain caused the sexy Catwoman to groan softly. Her mouth was gagged with a gag, the attached leather straps tightly bound around her head, preventing her from speaking.

Soon, Batwoman heard another sound and turned her head in that direction. Across the room, Cass... Dr. Maretti was placed on a cushioned platform with a T-shaped metal frame standing upright in the center. She was positioned belly-down, the vertical metal rod comfortably resting between her legs.

Her hands and feet were then pulled back above the horizontal metal rod and tightly bound together, arching her back so that only her abdomen barely touched the cushioned surface. She was still dressed as the Poison Rat, and a green gag matching her attire was stuffed into her mouth.

Before Corus and Corodia's arrogant entrance, the three of them could only look at each other helplessly, writhing and struggling within the strong restraints binding them, feeling as if they had waited an eternity.

"Looks like we've come at just the right time, Corus," Corus said to his daughter. "I'm sure they're all excited and eager to begin their pleasure."

"Daddy, which one do you want?" Corodia asked.

“Why don’t you play with Batgirl, and I’ll enjoy these two little sluts?” he chuckled.

“Sounds good!” Coralia smiled back at her father, then went over to examine Batgirl.

“What do you want to do?”

Batgirl asked nervously as the woman, completely encased in plastic, stood beside her and teased the heroine’s taut, bound body with her gloved fingertips.

“We’re about to start a fun game,” Coralia whispered close to Batgirl’s face, then licked Batgirl’s cheek lightly from her blue-glossy lips.

Batgirl flinched and tried to turn her head away, but Coralia anticipated her movement and held her chin firmly.

While Coralia teased Batgirl, Coralia freed Vicky Will and Katniss Maretti from their restraints. He ordered them to follow him into the reception room, furnished with seventeenth-century furniture, including a magnificent bed adorned with gold and silver patterns. Under the influence of the drugs, they obeyed his every command.

"Take off all your clothes," Kollus commanded. "Leave nothing but your masks and hoods."

Vicky and Cass began stripping off their clothing, one piece at a time, first their shoes, then Vicky's bodysuit and Cass's leaf-decorated garment. As Vicky removed her elbow-length gloves and cat claws, Cass removed her sheer stockings.

Then the two of them joined Kollus, who lay on the bed; Vicky wore only a mask covering her eyes and two cat ears; Cass was left with only a vine-like headdress and eye makeup. Kollus pulled open his dark red robe, allowing the two submissive women to begin kissing and licking his chest and abdomen. They did so eagerly, their minds solely focused on pleasing their benefactor.

Vicky Werner gazed at Kollus with adoring eyes in her deep blue gaze. Ever since Coralia introduced him to her, he had exerted a strange attraction on her that she had never felt before. The only thing on her mind was that she wanted this man more than anything in the world, even if it meant sharing him with Katie. She felt an electric current coursing through her body, her moist lips trembling as she approached this charming man.

And Katie, too, was impatient to possess Kollus. This was the first time she had been so close to him, and all the desire within her was about to explode. She couldn't think of anything but trying to satisfy him in any way he wanted. No one had ever affected her like this before—not Batman, not Bruce Wayne, not any man who had ever appeared in her life. No one could do it. Not

even that masked, cloaked figure—the man who had violated her this evening, almost driving her mad—could give her this feeling. When she was with him, all she could think about was Koles.

Cass's breathing quickened, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Koles, her gaze filled with greedy desire.

Koles fully enjoyed his two playmates, ordering them to lick his penis with their soft tongues. At his command, the two alluring beauties took turns sucking, licking, kissing, and teasing his erect penis, occasionally pausing to kiss each other. Their tongues and lips intertwined, savoring the sweet nectar from each other's mouths.

Kollers enjoyed their actions, so he told them to kiss each other a little longer, watching with rapt attention. With each kiss, the two sexy beauties felt more clearly that Kollers was enjoying their passionate kisses, which made them offer up their wanton desires without reservation.

Like a stern director, Kollers ordered them to do some intimate things to each other that they had never done before. The two hot beauties buried their faces deep between each other's groins, licking their best friend's snowy white valley, while emitting seductive moans.

Just when they were about to bring each other to orgasm, Kollers cruelly told them to stop, ordering Vicky to straddle his erect penis and for Katie to kneel next to his face.

The two women, panting softly, looked at each other, each seeing their own shameful state reflected in the other's eyes. Before they could react, Koles pressed Vicky down, her pink, snowy buttocks raised high, and thrust into her without restraint. At the same time, he buried his face in Katie's thickly haired vulva, savoring the heroine's fragrant nectar.

As Koles began to violate their genitals, Vicky and Katie simultaneously caressed and kissed each other passionately. He kneaded Katie's taut buttocks while relentlessly pounding into Vicky's honeypot, causing them to scream with excitement like two lovesick young girls. As

the night deepened, Koles's methods of ravaging the two women became increasingly intense; some of his commands were not merely wanton, but almost insane. But Vicky and Katie, like loyal female slaves, completely obeyed their master. With each command completed, their lust intensified, and they became hopelessly infatuated with the man who toyed with them, single-mindedly wanting to please him, sinking into boundless ecstasy.

Finally, he had them play more slave games, taking turns binding them into various positions, and teaching each other how to bind the other. Koles was very satisfied with his pets' performance. He felt their initiation ceremony had gone smoothly, so he rewarded each of them with a diamond-encrusted slave collar.

As the two women tried their best to please him, he wondered how the initiation ceremony Corodia was conducting for Barbara Gordon was going . ＊

... By alternating between an electric massager and a large, textured dildo, she had successfully forced the heroine to orgasm for the fourth time. Immersed in waves of pleasure and pain, Batgirl's naked body was bound tightly at the wrists and ankles, forming a spread-eagle shape. Her swollen nipples were clamped by heavy metal clamps, connected to steel wires, and pulled straight towards the ceiling, forcing Batgirl to arch her body to alleviate the excruciating pain tearing at her chest. "Please! Stop...!" Batgirl pleaded. "I...can't...take...it...anymore..." "Oh, baby, don't cry like a baby," Coralia teased. "It doesn't feel all that bad, does it?" "Oh...!" Batgirl couldn't help but groan again as Coralia manipulated the mechanical arm to push a vibrator deeper into her body. But Coralia was right. Batgirl resignedly thought that she didn't completely hate it. In fact, for some reason, this was the most intense experience she had ever had. Whatever drugs had been forcibly injected into her body earlier, her mind was still shrouded in their effects; coupled with this pleasure, this pain...all combined, making her mind and body more aroused, and Batgirl's desire was intensely stimulated and aroused even more. Her calf muscles tensed, her hands twitched incessantly, and her snowy buttocks swayed violently with the rhythm of the thrusts. Her firm, jade-like breasts rippled alluringly white with each breath. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her petite, delicate body. All Batgirl could do was grit her teeth and desperately maintain her crumbling sanity. Her delicate face, hidden beneath the hood, and her exposed breasts were already covered in a layer of glistening, fragrant sweat. Lost in unprecedented pleasure, Batgirl unconsciously opened her mouth, forming an "O" shape filled with ecstasy. Suddenly, he grabbed Batgirl's hood and forcefully pulled her head up. But Lothia leaned down and kissed the heroine's fragrant lips, her tongue shamelessly invading and exploring. The rough movements almost suffocated the immobile Batgirl. Surprised, Batwoman could only utter muffled moans: "Mmm...mmm...!" When Coralia finally released her, Batwoman gasped and pleaded, "Wait! Stop!" "It's too late, baby," Coralia told her. "I have to report to Daddy, so I have to leave you here for a while, but don't worry, I have a way to make you stay here and wait for me to come back." With that, Coralia pulled the still-humming dildo from Batwoman's wet, muddy vulva and released her from that horrible machine. Exhausted from the prolonged orgasm, Batwoman felt incredibly weak, and before she could react, Coralia had already grabbed her, locked her snow-white neck and body with a set of harness pliers, and then handcuffed her arms behind her back with the harness. Then, multiple ropes bound the heroine tightly, forcing her to stand on a small, barely usable platform. Several steel cables hanging from the ceiling secured her collar and restraints. Through the pain, Batgirl quickly realized that any movement would trigger these restraints, not only causing her excruciating pain but also suffocating her. "Corodia, why are you doing this?" Batgirl pleaded. "Because I have the ability, of course, you silly girl!" Corodia smiled and lightly patted Batgirl's round, firm buttocks before walking to the opposite side of the room and opening a cabinet. When Batgirl saw the crossbow inside, her eyes widened in surprise. Corodia picked up a black rubber ball with a thin string attached, tied one end of the string to the crossbow's trigger, and pulled the string until it touched Batgirl's face, who was struggling on the platform. "Open your mouth wide!" Corodia commanded the heroine. "No! I don't want to!" Batgirl cried out fiercely in protest. Coralia grinned, she loved seeing them resist like this. She grabbed Batgirl and twisted the back of her neck hard, causing the hooded warrior of justice to groan. "Oh...!" Batgirl couldn't help but open her mouth and cry out. Coralia took the opportunity to shove the rubber ball into her mouth and tighten the rope. "You'd better be careful from now on, baby!" Coralia teased her, "If you let it loose... then..." Batgirl's teeth clenched tightly around the rubber ball, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Coralia. "When I come back, I'll remember to bring a cute riding crop, and we'll have even more fun." "Mmm... mmm..." That was the only response Batgirl could give. Coralia gave Batgirl's trembling buttocks one last hard slap before leaving the room, leaving her alone in the carefully laid, circuitous trap.

After the door was closed and locked, Batwoman immediately began her escape. She was glad she'd been prescient enough to replace the imitation Clotilde had provided for the outfit with a real bat belt. Carefully biting the rubber ball in her mouth, she slowly extended her fingers, trying to reach into a small slot on the bat belt behind her back.

After anxious minutes, she successfully retrieved a lock pick from the belt and inserted it into the handcuffs locked to her wrists. Then, she painstakingly and carefully tried to unlock them, struggling to maintain her balance on the small platform beneath her feet, trying to stand as straight as possible. Soon, she was sweating profusely with tension; the pressure from the rubber ball made it increasingly difficult to breathe, forcing her to flare her nostrils, and she could feel the rubber ball almost slipping out of her teeth.

Finally, she managed to unlock the handcuffs.

With her hands free, the restraints below her neck were quickly removed, and she regained her freedom. There were too many latches around her neck, and removing them all would take considerable extra effort. After a while, with a click, the padlock opened, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe more easily.

Now, all that remained was figuring out how to deal with the rubber ball tightly 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 and released the rubber ball, she would have to move to the side with all her might to dodge.

She concentrated and silently counted down in her mind: five…four…three…two…

"One!" The heroine, who had been counting silently in her mind, immediately opened her mouth, letting the rubber ball pop out, simultaneously triggering the drawn crossbow.

With a loud bang, the arrow, its tip as sharp as a razor, was released, shooting through the room like a bullet. It missed its intended target—Batwoman's chest—but instead tore a small tear in her armsuit and pierced a hole in her bright yellow cloak before crashing into the wooden wardrobe across the room.

As she rolled away safely, Batwoman cried out, "Ouch!" feeling a burning sensation in her arm where a sharp arrow had cut her.

She took a tube of antiseptic ointment from her bat-belt to treat the wound, finding it to be nothing more than a tiny tear in a piece of paper. After bandaging it, Batwoman took another small cylinder from her belt and opened the top.

She twisted the bottom of the cylinder, revealing a lipstick-shaped tube of strong adhesive, and began repairing the Batwoman costume that Coraldia had ripped open with her razor.

Having repaired it sufficiently, she went to the heavy door and began intently picking the lock.

Chapter Seven: The Escape

Coraldia saw her father cruelly abusing his playmates, Vicki. Will was hanging upside down by his feet, a rope dangling from the ceiling, while Kathleen Maretti knelt before him, begging for more pleasure.

"Corodia, you've come at the perfect time. These two sluts want more, but I'm not as young as I used to be."

"You're greedy again, aren't you, Daddy?" Corodia said with a smile.

"You could say that," he chuckled, then told Corodia, "I can let you share this slut."

Corodia approached the kneeling Kathleen, forcefully pulling her hair, lifting her knees off the ground, and roughly throwing her onto the large bed beside her. As Kathleen gazed at him with eyes full of passion and desire, Corodia calmly took a double-headed sex toy with a leather strap from a drawer beside the bed. Kathleen bit her lip tightly; it immediately became wet.

After Coraldia fastened the belt around her waist, she commanded Cass, "Get on all fours, lift your buttocks, and face away from me."

As she approached Cass from behind, Cass, panting, quickly obeyed Coraldia's forceful command. Coraldia slapped Cass's buttocks hard, ordering her to hurry, while her father sat comfortably in a chair next to the bound Vicky, watching with interest. Her fingers began to poke at Cass's genitals, checking the wetness, then opened her vagina and inserted her large penis.

"Mmm…!" Cass couldn't help but moan as Coraldia filled her vagina.

Cass's body writhed as Coraldia played with her like a doll. She gripped Cass's buttocks tightly, first giving her a few long, slow thrusts, then followed by fast, powerful stabs, causing Cass to scream with pleasure.

Coraldia enjoyed making love with Katniss. She loved Katniss's firm yet petite body, the way her red hair swung from side to side, and the way her mouth gaped open in response to her gaze, writhing with intense pleasure.

Coraldia turned to look at her father, who was admiringly watching while caressing Vicki's buttocks, causing her to moan softly from her gag.

Coraldia knew exactly what her father liked. She grabbed Katniss's hair and pulled it back forcefully, arching her back, squeezing her erect breasts, and pinching her pink nipples hard. While slapping Katniss's buttocks, she thrust violently back and forth until they both screamed and reached a powerful climax together in a long shudder.

Everyone's attention was focused on Katniss, and no one noticed that Batgirl had entered the room. By the time Corles noticed a figure passing by him, it was too late.

Coraldia, still reeling from her orgasm, felt dizzy. The heroine easily straddled her, pressing her neck tightly from behind, locking her hands, and then forcefully flung her aside, slamming her against the bedpost.

Koles immediately released Vicky, ordering her and Cass to attack Batwoman. Cass was the first to face Batwoman, but still weakened by the recent sex, she was no match for Batwoman and quickly collapsed after a powerful kick to the chin.

Batwoman knew the two women weren't in a normal mental state, so she tried to avoid hurting them, but Vicky was slightly taller and stronger, and the two women became entangled in a fierce wrestling match. However, Vicky had been hanging upside down for a while, so as blood rushed out of her head, she felt disoriented. Soon after, Batwoman subdued her with a chop to the back of the neck.

"Stay where you are, Mr. Cohen!" Batgirl warned her kidnapper in a menacing tone as she finally faced him. "You'll pay for this!"

"I'm not leaving, Barbara," Coullers replied curtly.

Batgirl was surprised by his composure, as if nothing in the world could bother him. She didn't know it was because Clodia had regained consciousness and crept up behind her.

The heroine's instincts made her crouch, narrowly dodging an attack aimed at the back of her head that nearly knocked her down. But Clodia was still agile and strong, and the two quickly became entangled in a desperate struggle, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Finally, Batwoman, with slightly superior fighting skills, locked Coraldia's thighs, encased in a plastic suit, and held her arms firmly in place with one hand. With the other, she pulled a canister of tranquilizer gas from her bat-belt and sprayed it into Coraldia's face, who was breathing rapidly. She tried to resist the spray, but to no avail.

Only then did Coraldia realize with horror that her daughter had been subdued. All he could do was watch helplessly as Batwoman placed Coraldia on the bed and then turned her attention to him.

“I really hope you won’t resist, Mr. Cohen,” Batwoman said. “Because I’m very angry right now, and I’m afraid I might do something to you that I might regret later.”

Cohen raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “You win, Miss Gordon.”

“But only for now…” he thought as Barbara ordered Cohen to sit still while she examined Vicki and Cass.

Batwoman easily obtained the antidote from Cohen for the two women, removing the drug that had made them subservient to Clodia and him. But Clodia was a different story. Barbara discovered that she had been heavily brainwashed by her father to satisfy his depraved and perverse desires.

After Vicki and Cass were finally dressed and mostly back to normal, they discussed with Barbara what to do with the Cohens.

“I think it would be best if Mr. Cohen spent some time with me and my father at Aiken Asylum,” Cass suggested, mentioning herself and her father, the chief psychiatrist at the Gotham City psychiatric sanatorium.

“And I will put in some effort to see if I can get Coralia back from his control. I need to carefully examine the extent of her psychological damage, and that will probably take a long time.” “

He’s a truly evil devil, doing such a thing to her,” Vicki Will said sadly.

“So, we all agree to do this. And then,” Barbara stated her plan, “none of us will utter a single word about what happened to us tonight, and the ‘City Council’ club will cease all activities here from this moment on.”

The three of them nodded in agreement.

And so, before going home, Barbara Gordon and Vicki Will helped Dr. Kathy Maretti escort Colles Cohen and his daughter Coralia to the Aiken Asylum. There they would be able to find out exactly which important and powerful members of Gotham City’s high society were under Colles’ control.

Chapter Eight: The Final Regret

The next day, Barbara received a call from her father, who sounded troubled, so she rushed to see him.

"Barbara, I'm so glad you came right away. I have to tell you something,"

Gordon said in a trembling voice as Barbara followed him to the study.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Barbara asked with concern. "Is something wrong?"

"I did something terrible," Gordon muttered softly as he abruptly sat down in the large chair in the study. "...something that's hard for me to say."

Barbara moved closer to her father, sitting on the armrest of the chair and putting her arms around his shoulders to comfort him, hoping to find the cause of his distress in his face. She encouraged him, "Just tell me what happened."

"I made a terrible mistake," Gordon rubbed his forehead and began, "If I had known, I wouldn't have joined."

"Joined what?" Barbara asked.

"It was a secret society...a men's club...they called themselves the 'City Council'."

Barbara's heart began to race.

"I went to a party... at least that's what they called it... but it was more like a banquet."

"What day was it?" Barbara asked.

"It was Friday."

"Please continue, tell me what happened next."

"There were three of us... new members, and everything seemed so normal. They were all respectable men, holding positions of authority. One was a famous doctor, and the other was a newspaper publisher. We met at a Corles Cohen estate..." Gordon choked out, "I shouldn't say any more."

"It's alright, Dad."

As Barbara comforted her father, her own body tensed.

“Please tell me everything that happened.”

“There were some drinks, and we had a little… I think they might have been drugged… and then everything started to get weird. There were some women… young women…”

“Everyone there was in disguise. The only ones I could identify were Colles and a few other newcomers. One was Victor Weir, the newspaper publisher, and Dr. James Maretti, a psychoanalyst from Ancon Austin. Then there was a dance… performed by several women in disguise.”

Barbara began to feel dizzy as her father confessed, but she continued to listen attentively.

“They were Batwoman, Poison Vine, and Catwoman. I think they weren’t the real ones, just three women wearing masks. Then there was an auction, and we each took one of these women with us, and then…”

Gordon’s eyes welled up with tears, and he began to sigh: “My God, what did I do?”

“And then what happened, Dad?”

“I… took… one of the women…” Gordon groaned. “I didn’t even know who she was. I had no idea what I was thinking at the time… I swear!”

“Oh, Papa…” Barbara whispered.

“I…we…went…and…” Gordon paused, unable to continue. “I…can’t go on.”

“Papa,” Barbara said calmly to her father, “please…answer me one last question.”

“No, Barbara, I can’t.”

“Whom did you take?”

“Please don’t force me to say, Barbara…I feel so ashamed.”

“Please tell me. You might feel much better if you can tell me.”

Gordon hugged himself, trembling, and answered in a broken voice, “She is…Batwoman.”

In an instant, Barbara’s heart felt like it had frozen, and she struggled to keep from trembling. Her body stiffened, her mouth gaping open in horror, unable to believe what she had just heard. After what felt like an eternity, she finally mustered enough courage to respond.

“Dad, don’t worry,” Barbara said, tears welling in her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Barbara, please…” Gordon sobbed. “Forgive me.”

“I forgive you.” Barbara closed her eyes and hugged her father tightly until his tears stopped.

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