Curiosity
Caught the Bat
Act
II
Down
the Rabbit Hole
Barbra
Gordon screamed out from the shock of having ice cold water thrown on her.
Instantly she sat up right and looked around to see where she was. She instantly
noted to hard facts, she was naked and she was heavily chained in some bondage
device that restricted her to the most basic movements. As her wrists and
ankles were locked in steel shackles, she also felt the weight of a steel
collar about her neck as well and there was a central chain that connected her
collar, wrists chain, as well as her ankle chain.
She
scanned the area about her quickly. The building was of stone construction, as
was the floor she was laying on. Bars on the windows. She was in some sort of
cage or cell. There was a dark haired woman wearing a steel collar as well standing
at the door to her cell. The woman looked familiar to her somehow. The woman
was holding a empty wooden bucket on one hand. Barbra was sure that was where
the water that had came from. The woman was barefoot, slim figure, wearing a
revealing sleeveless tunic with a cord belt with a cylinder device dangling
from it.
“Time
to wake up, princess.” The woman said sadistically.
“Where
am I?” Barbra asked still looking around.
“Haven’t
you been told, Princess that curiosity is not becoming in a kajira?” laughed
the woman. Barbra took immediate notice of that as she had heard Cross say it
twice now, once at the dinner and once when he was standing over her bound and
helpless in the warehouse. Then she looked at the woman standing over her
again. She knew her. It was the waitress from the Cross World Transit dining
room! The woman noticed Barbra’s expression and recognition of her and smiled.
“You are a bright little one. But then you had a reputation for being very
bright and clever before now. Well at least you were most of the time or you
would not have caught Master’s eye. But in the end you were caught and
processed like same as some air- headed bimbo.”
“I
know you from the Cross private dining room.” Barbra said slowly, then glancing
at the barred window that sunlight and the sounds of people could be heard
coming through. But no machinery sounds? That was odd. “I take it that we are a
long way from Gotham. Somewhere in the Mediterranean? Near Greece or in that
area?”
“Very
perceptive of you, Kajira.” The woman said. What was her name? And there was
that term again ‘Kajira’, it felt like she should know it or knew it from
somewhere. Was it from a movie or book she had seen. “And you are correct. We
are far from your former home in Gotham City. In fact, much farther than you
expect or dreamed possible.” She softly laughed as she lowered the bucket to
the stone floor of the cell. She then removed the device from her belt,
activating the switch then twisting the dial on the side. The end of the device
started to glow bright yellow. Barbra wasn’t sure what the device was, but she knew
in her gut that she was not going to like it. Except for the glowing end of the
device, it reminded of the police baton that her father had carried long ago
when he was a patrolman. She eyed it wearily. “Put out of your mind any foolish
thoughts or notions you might have of escaping and returning to your former
life. For you that no longer exists, Kajira.”
“Why
do you keep calling me that?” Barbra asked.
“That
is what you are now. Just a simple kajira.” The woman smiled. “Now say ‘la
kajira’”
“What
does it mean?” Barbra responded.
“Your
world has been rocked little princess. You are no longer in Gotham where you a
little bad ass crime fighter. Your Batman is not going to save you nor is your
father with his police force. Nobody can save you. There is no escape for you.
Your only hope for survival is to obey swiftly and be pleasing to those you
serve. If you do that then your life will not be as unpleasant as it might be.
Now say ‘La Kajira’”
“You
make it sound,” Barbra paused to look down at her naked and chained body
strongly suspected that she knew the truth about what she was about to say.
“like I am a slave or something.”
The
woman then struck Barbra several times with short cylinder shaped device that
shocked her. Chained as she was there was no way for her to defend herself
causing her to reel back from the woman and scream out in pain. That she was
soaking wet from the water and locked in steel chains only made it worse as she
could not get away and had to endure the assault on her body. Screaming out in
pain and begging the woman to stop.
“Say
the words!” demanded the woman not letting up.
“Please!
Please Stoppp!” Barbra cried out.
“Say
it!” she demanded again. This time pressing the device to the nipple of
Barbra’s left breast.
“La
Kajira. La Kajira! Please stop!”
“See
that was so hard now was it.” She said in a soft soothing tone. “Now say it
once more after you get on your knees and are kneeling with good posture.” She
watched as the sobbing and shaken former Batgirl, struggled to her knees in her
chains. Christa did not blame her for her quick compliance and fear of the
device. The slave goad had that effect on a slave girl, Christa knew this firsthand
as it had been used on her for the desired results. Now she was allowed to use
it to break and train the former Barbra Gordon. Slowly the naked and chained
new girl rose to her knees and knelt then looked up to Christa. She eyed the
device that had caused her so much pain so quickly and easily.
“La
Kajira.” Barbra said softly. Then looking up at the other woman. “May I know
what I just said?
“It
was your first lesson in your new language. It means loosely, I am a slave
girl.”
Barbra let those words
sink in, not saying anything for a moment. It was too much to hope that her
nakedness and chains were just means to keep her helpless. It all fit and after
seeing the inside of the warehouse and the tubes with the naked women in them
it all fit. Cross was a slave trader. Now she was one of those slaves that he
traded in. There was nothing that she could do about that at the moment. Her
friends had to be looking for her, and they were very resourceful so they
should find her, it just might take some time. The question was how much time
did she have before Cross and his people put her up for sale. Given who and
what she was, it was highly probable that she would be given some training as a
slave then sold in a premium private auction. So, she would have to bid her
time and play the good slave girl.
“I can hear the wheels
spinning in your pretty little head!” Christa laughed and clapped. “Your Super
friends will not be coming to your rescue like I already told you, Kajira.”
“You seem awful sure of
that. Like you know something that I don’t.” Barbra baited her hoping to get
her to reveal more than she was supposed to.
“I know a great deal that
you don’t.” she smiled. “Some of which I wish that I didn’t know. But look out
the window and perhaps you will understand more. You’re a smart girl so I think
you can handle it without going mad.”
Barbra slowly rose to her
feet, the system of chains that she wore made it challenging. Her ankles and
wrists were locked in steel shackles with about a foot of chain connecting the
cuffs. A central chain ran up the middle of her body connecting her ankle
chains to her wrists chains then on up between her breasts to connect to the
collar she wore. As long as she wore this, she would not be doing any fighting
for sure. Moving to the barred window of her cell she looked out and her mouth
dropped.
“When our Master told you
that if you ever saw his villa that you were find it very difficult to leave.
He was not exaggerating. There are only two ways off this villa for either of
us, being sold or given as gifts to new owners. Or we die.”
Barbra looked out the
window as dozens maybe more than a hundred female slaves. They were working in
the fields and orchards of the villa as well as around the grounds. There were
men about some looked like craftsmen while others were clearly guards or
soldiers. Then there was a loud scream from overhead, not human but from a
bird. Just then a flight of large hawklike birds flew over the building and
into view. They were massive and amazing. Then to her astonishment she saw that
they each had a soldier riding on their backs like cavalry mounts. Barbra was
dumbfounded and in shock.
“We are not on Earth, but
on Gor. A smart girl like you I am sure that you’ve heard of it.” Christa said softly.
“No, that’s just a story
from some cheap science fiction.” Barbra had heard of it. She knew about it
from the books in her own library. She had read a couple of them when she was
bored dismissing them as pulp fiction. Yet here it was in reality. And she was
one of the slave girls that she had read about. Christa lifted the hem of her
tunic up to reveal the mark she had taken for a birthmark in the dining room.
It was not a birthmark, but a brand scar, one inch tall in the form of a
cursive k. Just like in those books. Barbra instinctively felt and looked at
her own left thigh.
“You have not been marked,
yet.” Christa laughed at her. “Master wants to mark you himself. So, till then
you are spared that or being used for the pleasures of his men till he says
otherwise.” There was almost a tone of resentment in her voice at the last
part. It was if part of her felt sorry for her while another deeply resented
her for some reason. Either way, it didn’t really matter, she quickly realizing
that there was little that she could do about anything for the foreseeable
future. If this was not some horrible nightmare, and she was now a slave on a
distant planet. Then there was nothing that she could do but obey and comply
with everything that was required and demanded of her, regardless of how she
felt about it. The deck was stacked against her.
She did not know the language
and customs of this world. Had no idea of where she was or where to run if she
did slip her chains. Which she was fairly confident that she could not only
free herself of the collar and chains and even escape this cell. But to what
end? If she had to guess any clothing that she could find would likely be that
of a slave. She also reasoned that given the sort of men that she seen on this
bird creatures and around the grounds. Impressive as her melee skills were. I
would not be long until she was subdued and in chains once more. Like severely
punished if not killed outright to be an example to others.
Death might be a quick
way out of this for her. But if she had learned anything working with Bruce
over the last couple years. It was that Death was no more an option that giving
up. Life as she knew it was over, and it would likely become pure hell for her.
She would be an animal here, she would be at the mercy of those that owned her,
she could and would like to be raped and beaten at their pleasure.
Then the sudden shock of
the device that Christa held brought her back to the moment as she cried out. Christa
struck her twice more.
“Pay attention, slave,
when you are being spoken too!” she screamed at Barbra. Barbra’s reflex kicked
in, honed from years of training and conditioning, she turned and twisted extending
her leg as far as she could to catch the ankle of Christa who had moved too
close for another strike. She cried out in surprise as she dropped hard to the
floor. Before she could scream for help, Barbra fell atop her clamping a hand
over her mouth by bringing one wrist to her waists where the wrists chain
passed through the ring in the central chain so she could reach with her other.
“Listen, I don’t know
what you have against me.” Barbra cried out in pain as a strong hand tangled
it’s fingers in her hair had pulled her backwards off Christa.
“I normally, don’t concern
myself in the squabbles of slaves.” Barbra found herself looking up into the
face of Rudkar Cross. He tightened his grip in her hair making her wince once
more. “I was right, the collar and chains only enhance your beauty. But I know
the answer to your question.”
Christa had rolled over
on her belly to regain her composure after being taken down so easily by a
slave in a sirik. That their master had saw what happened and stepped in only deepened
her shame and embarrassment.
“You!” Barbra gasped and cried
out again as the fist twisted more in her hair. “Please, stop doing that!”
“Please stop doing that,
what?” He laughed. The pain from the strain on her hair was intense. Barbra had
considered cutting her hair short several times to prevent it from being used
against her like this. She had not followed through with the impulse because
her father loved and often remarked about her scarlet locks. Not she was held
just off the floor by them, as her toes barely touched, she could not raise her
hands to do anything as the central chain of the restraint system kept them
anchored in place. She was completely helpless at the moment, at best she might
try and swing her body at him. But again, the chains limited her movement to
the point that there would be little or no effect against him and only serve to
cause her more pain.
Cross looked very
different than she remembered him from when she was captured and the dinner.
While she had always found him to be a very physically well-built and handsome
man. The type that were he not definitely on the opposite side of the legal system
she would be very interested in getting closer and possibly intimate with. That
was while he was immaculately groomed and wearing expensive tailored suits. Now,
struggling to not put any more strain on his grip in her hair, she saw him
differently. The thousand dollar business suit that was tailored to conceal his
chiseled abs and body now gone. Barbra could see that the man was built like a
professional body builder or Greek God. Now he was dressed in a simple blue and
yellow Roman style tunic with lace up ankle sandals. Barbra did not like the
primal urge that seeing him like this was causing her.
“Once more my pretty
little vulo.” He smiled as he lifted her higher causing Barbra to scream out
once more in pain. “As you are new to your collar. I shall say this once, and
only once, you shall address all free men as Master, and free woman as Mistress
from now on as you are a slave.”
Barbra was not sure what
a vulo was. But from the context of his calling her that. She could only assume
that it was a small animal or bird of some sort. To the side she saw the woman,
Christa had scrambled to her knees and kneeling with her thighs widely parted. Her
expression was one of fear mixed with concern. It was if she was pleading with
her eyes for Barbra to submit and obey whatever Cross demanded of her.
“Please, let me down. And
I am not a slave.” Barbra not giving in despite how weak and hopeless her
situation was.
“I would have been
disappointed had you gave in and obeyed right away.” Rudkar laughed still
holding her off the floor by her hair like a naked chained rag doll. Nodding to
the men who had entered with him. They seized Christa and jerked her to the
wall of the cell. Her dress what little there was of it was ripped from her and
her wrists handcuffed through a iron ring mounted to the wall. Christa was
begging and screaming, “Please Master, Please, it is not my fault, please don’t
whip, Christa!”
“Now, I have little doubt
that if I was to have you whipped for not doing as you were told. I could beat
you till you passed out and it would take a day or two to break you.” He smiled
looking to the girl at the wall. “But since you are a heroine. I will not
punish you directly right now. I will make you watch as Christa is punished for
your failures.” Looking to one of the men who stood behind Christa with a short,
bladed leather whip, “Proceed.”
“Stop!” Barbra cried out
as the first blows from the whip landed on Christa’s bare and exposed back.
“Stop, what?” Rudkar
looked over at the girl in his grasp.
“Please, stop,” Barbra
paused, “Master.” She felt sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to be a slave. But
she also knew that she didn’t have a choice. If it only affected her then she
would fight. And while they had gotten off to a rough start, she could not
allow Christa to be punished because of her.
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“Better,” he smiled
lifting his other hand to signal that the whip does not fall again just yet.
“What are you, little vulo?”
“I am a slave, Master. I
belong to you.” Tears formed in her eyes as she knew that this was more than
merely saying the words. She was his slave. He lowered her to her feet once
more, his hand still in her air, she sunk to her knees kneeling as she saw Christa
doing.
“You may survive this
after all. It should flatter you that I vowed to own you that night in my
private dining room. I wondered how to acquire the daughter of the police
commissioner. After all, if I had my people abduct you then as we normally
acquire new slaves. Given your family and connections, there would surely be an
outcry and city wide search for you. Then, to my surprise, you delivered
yourself to me. I was immensely pleased when I discovered that you and the daring
dare devil Batgirl were one and the same.” Turning to the man with him, “I do
not think Christa will require more strokes of the slave whip. At least for the
moment. Release her so she may demonstrate for the new slave how to kiss the
feet of a master.
Barbra was unsure if she
should be grateful or not that at least for a few moments their attention was
not on her, but on Christa instead. Christa on the other hand soon as she was released
from the cuffs that chained her to the wall, dropped to her knees, lifting her
bared flanks high in the air as her hair covered the sandaled feet of the man
who had only moments ago been striking her with the five bladed leather whip.
Barbra could hear as Christa kisses the feet of the man thanking him for not
whipping her anymore and for letting her down.
“Watch her and learn my
little slave. For you too will be kissing the feet of not only your owner but
the feet of any free man just as she is now doing.” Rudkar informed her.
“How can I be a slave?
Slavery has been abolished everywhere on Earth.” But even as the words had left
her lips, Barbra knew that she was no longer on Earth. And where she now was it
very possible for her to be a slave. The chains locked on her naked body were
not those of a prisoner but those of a slave. What she had been told, what she
had seen outside the window, left no room for debate, she had to listen, learn,
and obey if she was going to survive this.
“I have been dealing in
slaves for many many years. Denial is very common when females of Earth are introduced
to their slavery. Some slaves actually go insane, but only a small percentage,
as when we are selecting out future slaves for acquisition, we looking for the
most intelligent females that meet the requirements. In your case, for example,
Barbra Gordon had been selected based on her intelligence and beauty. Batgirl,
for her physical prowess, intelligence, and the beauty and delights of her body
that her costume teased and hinted at. That you are or were both, I should say.
Was a fortunate bonus.”
“You keep referring to me
in the past tense. I am still very much here even if I am chained as your
slave.” Barbra challenged.
“Because pretty slave,
Barbra Gordon and Batgirl cease to exist soon as you were unloaded from your
tube and documented as a slave. You are now an animal to be bought and sold,
gifted or traded. You may be killed at the whim of your owner. You eat when and
what you are given by your owner. Likewise, you only wear and have what your
owner wishes you to have. You do not even have a name until I give you one.” He
paused to let that sink in before continuing, “Tomorrow, you will be branded
with the common slave brand and given slave wine, unsweetened of course. As
your have had your ears pierced already, like a good slave girl. That will not
need to be done”
Barbra recalled something
about pierced ears and slave girls but she wasn’t sure what the connection was.
She had hers done when she was in Middle School. It had been some time since
she had read the paperback novel about this place. But having the ears pierced
added to be branded like an animal. Looking over she could see the brand
clearly showing on Christa’s left outer thigh high near the hip. Not to mention
this slave wine that if she recalled was a form of birth control, The trivial
holes in her ear lobes on Earth, would make any chance at escape and remaining
free near impossible if she was truly on Gor.
“After that your training
and evaluation will begin.” Her owner explained further, “If you do well then
you will be assigned to the household slaves. Do poorly, and you will be put
with the field slaves, only allowed in the house when I order you cleaned up
for my pleasure till either you improve or I tire of you and sell you at
auction in the city. Am I understood.” The last was a statement not a question.
“Yes, Master,” Barbra
answered weekly knowing that nothing less would be tolerated from her or
accepted. She looked to Christa on her knees beside her. The woman clearly held
some sort of resentment for her. What she still did not know or understand. And
while she had been cruel to her with that device, Barbra could not bring
herself to do anything that would bring the wraith of these men down on her as
well.
“Very good, slave.”
Rudkar smiled triumphantly. “I suppose that I should put a name on you slave,
it will ease in your training if those working with you have something to call
you other than slave.” Thinking for a moment, then smiling again, “I shall call
you Scarlet for now. Do you like your new name, Scarlet?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
She said softly. She hated it actually, but then all her life people had called
her “Red” because of her hair Why should this place be any different.
“You may show your Master
how grateful you are by kissing his sandals, Scarlet.” Rudkar was pleased. He
knew that she was only complying to buy time. He had trained and broken many
intelligent and strong willed slaves over the years. Christa had presented her
own set of challenges. The former Barbra Gordon and crime fighter known as
Batgirl would be no different. In fact, she might prove to be more of a
challenge, yet for now she was showering his feet with her kisses. Soon she
would be eating from his hand and striving to please him or anyone who was free.
“Good girl.” He said watching as her back stiffened at being spoken to as a child
might be, or more appropriately, a pet or animal.
“Christa,” He turned his
attention to the other slave this time speaking in Gorean, “You will share a
kennel with the new slave Scarlet. I want her reasonably capable to begin her training
soon as she is recovered enough from her branding. Ida, the first girl of the
kennels will be watching and reporting to me.”
“Yes, Master.” This just
kept getting worse for her. First, she had been shipped back to Gor from Earth.
Now she was being watched by that bitch Ida who was high slave. Ida despised
Earth girls or as they were commonly called barbarians. So, she would show no
mercy and overlook nothing when reporting to Master so that the barbarians
sluts were punished for their failures. Both of them looked up to watch as the
man they called Master turned and walked from the kennel done with both of them
for the time being.
“I don’t know what I did
to you but..” Barbra started.
“Shut up you stupid
slave. You have done more that you can possibly imagine to me! I am here
because of you! Master wants me to train you how to speak and understand
Gorean. He wanted someone that knew who and what you used to be rather than
trust your lessons to someone you might fool.” Christa snapped cutting her off.
“I am sorry that I ruined
your..’ Barbra started again.
“Yes you are sorry. A
sorry excuse that is the reason I am back on Gor. I had made it back to Earth
finally. I might have been a slave still. But I was there. I was serving Master
in a world of modern marvels and not in the freaking Middle Ages or worse.”
“Back on Earth?”
“Yes back on Earth. I am
from Earth as well. I was recruited and once worked for the same creatures that
our Master does. When I had served my initial purpose, they had me branded and
made a slave.”
“It couldn’t be much
worse I suppose.” Barbra trying to wrap her head around what she had learned
and offer some comfort to the other girl.
“Oh, it could be. You have no idea of the forces in play. Being a slave here or on Earth is nothing to what might be done to either of us. It can be much, much worse.”
Good morning my friends,
I just wanted to drop a quick note to let everyone know that I have hit a writers block and that is why I haven't posted anything new in the last couple of weeks.
It has been one obstacle after another it seems with the new chapters. I still haven't been able to get the AI results I want for Barbra waking to learn of her fate, nor any of the other stories. So I had decided to set them aside and work on the written word. But that hasn't faired much better. I know the elements that I want to have when Barbra learns that she is no longer on Earth where she has some small hope of rescue or escape. But the pieces are not lining up and falling into place in a way that I like. I have cleared and restarted page 1 several times.
I thought that if I switched gears and started work on the next chapter in the Darterra series that might help. But once again the elements are there just not coming together in a way I like. And one rule that I have set in stone is that I will not post something just the sake of posting something. While Emma, Tracker, and our friends continue to put out great work. I have read some shorts in other places that have left me looking at the screen and shaking my head.
So I will keep working and hopefully will be over this hurdle soon.
Be Well and best wishes
Paladin
From the desk of Paladin
Good morning My Friends,
First off I would like to take a moment to apologize for my absence and silence. The demands on my time have been more persistent than usual. And while they have not lightened up by much. I will try and get back into the swing of things.
I am hoping that the break will help with the issues I have with both of the stories that I am currently working on. One is the not getting the AI to create the images that match up with what I see in my mind or in most results even close enough to work. It has been one of those times that I truly wish that I had more artistic talent than I do. If I did then I would have exactly what I want and might even try to do one of these stories in comic form.
I am hoping to resume work on the Barbra Gordon on Gor story shorty. I also have some thoughts on the Darterra and Genta slave girl series.
I hope that all those reading are weathering the winter safely. Personally, I am over cold and snow.
I wish all well
Curiosity
Caught the Bat
Act
I
On
the Waterfront
Batgirl stayed in the shadows of the roof
top as she stood close enough to the edge to look over. Below her was one of
Cross World Transit’s dockside warehouses. A large metal shipping container
with what appeared to be a refrigerator unit on the roof was placed so the
doors that were open faced inside the open warehouse doors. She had counted at
least two dozen men all dressed in black were busy moving about in and out of
the warehouse. A crane was set up with a second container identical to the
first ready to set it down at the doorway and pick up the first container when
it was ready.
I
semi tractor trailer was parked alongside of the warehouse from which wooden
shipping containers that appeared to be roughly 4 feet by 4 feet were being
unloaded by a forklift and moved inside the warehouse. Besides the men working
she had spotted at the very least another dozen men posted as perimeter
security around the area as well as a small boat in the water. Whatever they
were handling they were taking no chances with security. It was clearly very
valuable to them. But what was it? It had to be something illegal. But again
what?
The
scope of the operations seem too large for this to have been a drug smuggling
operation. Weapons perhaps? This was her second midnight visit to this roof top
since her dinner with Rudkar Cross. And
her third overall having attempted to use a drone during the day to look things
over. Security had looked just as tight during the day as it had at night up
till she lost the drone. Whatever it was that was being smuggled and going on
down there, it was too big for Rudkar Cross not to know what was going on. This
encompassed storage, manpower, plus just from what she has seen shipping by
land and sea. More than likely by air as well. Sighing to herself as any doubts
that Rudkar Cross was not directly involved in this smuggling operation
vanished when she saw him walking out of the warehouse below.
A
surge of anger swept through her as she watched him below. He had been toying
with her, getting her to lower her guard and trust him. But to what end? Surely
there was no way even with having her checked out that he knew that Barbra
Gordon was Batgirl. There was no possible way for him to have made that
connection unless he had been on his radar far longer that he had been on her
radar. Had Batgirl’s true identity been compromised? Not even her own father
knew who she was. The only ones that knew outside of Wayne Manor were a couple
members of this Justice League that Bruce and some others were working on
starting some other for lack of a better term, Heroes, who worked to fight the
criminal element and protect the innocent in other cities as they did here in
Gotham. In fact, that was where Bruce and Dick were right now.
Her
mind went back to the dinner at Cross World Transit. There had to be something
that she missed that would have given her a clue. She has let herself be
distracted that night. She should not have had the wine or at least not more
than one glass. It had dulled her wits. But every time that her glass was lower
that half full, either Cross was signaling the waitress to refill it, or she
came on her own to refill the glass. And speaking of the waitress, never in her
life had she ever came across a woman so docile and utterly submissive in her
like. It was almost as if she were a slave. And with how he had her dressed she might as
well been or a waitress in a strip club. She had only seen it for an instant,
but it looked like the girl had a tattoo or birth mark on her left thigh just
below the hip. It had kept peaking out of the slit in the side of her cocktail
dress if you could call it that.
Then
the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. There had been the faint
sound of a boot scraping on the roof top behind her. Someone was behind her.
She cursed herself for being so careless again. It was not like her to be so distracted. She
listened and waited pretending to be focused on what was going on down below
them on the dock at the entrance to the warehouse. There were three, perhaps
four men behind her. Yes they were all men judging by the heavier foot falls of
the boots they wore.
The
important question now was were these men sentries that had been moving about
and stumbled upon her. Or had she been spotted and these were the men sent up
to secure her. The main difference being that if they were sentries then she
might have a better than slim chance of neutralizing them and getting away
before more arrived from below. If she had been spotted then it was very likely
that there would be more men waiting for her should these fail.
“It’s
not polite to sneak up on a lady. Didn’t your mother teach you boys that.” She
said with a smile without turning.
“Neither
is sticking your little nose where it doesn’t belong. Batbitch.” Came a gravely
male voice from behind her. “Now be a good girl and put your hands behind your
back and don’t move.”
“Now
I know that your mother had to have taught you better that to insult a lady by
calling her nasty names.” Batgirl sighed in exasperation. “I guess I am just
going to have to teach you all again.” Spinning about she reached out and
grabbed the night vision goggles of the man closest to her, pulling them away
from his face then letting go so that the elastic bands of the head harness
strained and cause the goggles to snap back against his face when she let them
go. Not a disabling blow but it would disorient him for a few seconds to give
her time to go after the other two she now saw.
As
the man stepped back away she swung the back of her hand around to strike at
the side of one’s neck as she shifted her balance to high kick to the upper
chest or face. Then might actually work out she thought for a split second
until she felt three stabbing pricks in her left butt cheek as three darts
penetrated the skin of her batsuit and sank into her flesh.
Barbra
cursed herself. Did she miscount her attackers, or did the first one recover
quicker than expected? Either way she was in a bad place now. Spinning away
from them, she swept one hand behind her to knock the darts from her for all
the good it would do. They had already bitten into her flesh and delivered
their drug to her system. She stumbled and her knees felt weak. Whatever they
had just used on her was fast acting. She slowly backed away from them towards
a small retaining wall that led to a higher level of the building’s roof.
She
shook her head attempting to clear it, but they slowly walked towards her
knowing she was not going anywhere. She threw a weak punch that not only missed
but propelled her away from the wall forward and into their waiting arms. Their
hand groped and touched her as her cape and utility belt were taken.
“Shall
we take the mask off too?” Asked one of them as she was lowered to the rooftop
onto her belly. Helpless to stop them as her wrists were pulled to the small of
her back and locked in cuffs.
“No,
I am sure that the Boss would be pissed if we deprived him of the honor of
unwrapping Batgirl.” As she felt her feet being pulled back towards her butt,
she heard one radioing in that they had captured her. At the same time, she
felt a cuff locked about one ankle and held as a chain was looped through the
connecting chain of the handcuffs then another cuff locked about her other
ankle. She was hog-tied and helpless. The drugs they had used on her would
prove to be a blessing as she slipped into unconsciousness before what was to
come next.
There was little chance
of the sedatives wearing off before they would have their prize better secured
in the warehouse below. But to be safe, a piece of cloth was wadded up and
pushed into her mouth then bound in place with a strip of duct tape. It was
still unclear if she was alone or not yet. Batman and Robin had not reportedly
been seen in the last 48 hours. But that did not mean they were not close by or
that one of the other costumed do-gooders. The other sentries and lookouts had
been alerted.
“I have heard that this one is tricky and prone to escape.”
One of her captors stated as he knelt on one knee beside her. “I wonder if she
is a real fire crotch. I guess we will find out soon enough.” He laughed as he
rolled her to her side and started running his hands over her body. Even unconscious,
a whimpered moan escaped her as his hands checked around her the plate of her
suit.
“Stop playing with her, damnit!” cursed one of the others.
“I am not playing with the slut. I am checking her for
weapons and lock pick tools.” Then running his hand lower so that he was
pressing against the outside of her suit where it covered her pelvic area. This
cause the drugged heroine to whimper and squirm more. “She is juicing already,
I bet she test paga hot when she is processed.”
“What makes you think that we won’t just cut her throat?”
“Have you ever known the Boss,” taking hold of her and
pulling her up with him as he rose to his feet. Effortlessly, rotating and
placing her over his shoulder with her head to the rear and ass facing forward.
Then he continued, “to waste a prime piece of merchandise like this one.”
With that he turned and carried her to the door leading
back into the building.
Rudkar Cross was not pleased when his limo pulled up at the
warehouse once more. He had left instructions for Christa to be silked,
perfumed, and chained to his bed when he returned from the docks. So, his mood
soured when the call came in that something had happened as he was leaving that
required him to return to the loading of the cargo for shipment. All that was
said was the code for unwanted guest over the radio, so the details were
sketchy at best as to what had happened. The radios were scrambled and coded on
a secure radio frequency, but he didn’t like to leave anything to chance. No
matter how new or good your equipment was, soon as it was out the company that
marketed it was working on a way to counter it for your competitors as well as
an update to fix what they just sold or something new and better. Whatever it
was, had to be important for them to call him, asking for his return, he had
good solid lieutenants that didn’t need to be micromanaged.
Soon as the limo came to a stop two security men flanked
and opened the door. Stepping out, Cross paused to scan the area to see if he
could spot what the problem was. The forklift was bringing the last wooden
shipping crate from the semi that was already having the doors secured and ready
to pull away. His eyes followed the forklift to where it lowered the crates
before backing away. Soon as it was clear two men stepped up with crowbars and
pried open the crate. Once the side panel was removed and taken to the side
with the others. A medic was kneeling inside to check the condition of the
merchandise within.
There didn’t seem to be any problem there as the medic
stepped back and two handlers took her place and exited the crate with two
Latin beauty’s, both nude and still deeply sedated from there trip. There olive
skin and black hair they could almost pass for Turian slaves till they spoke. Despite,
all the technology and toys available to them, something so simple as being
able to deliver the merchandise to the markets already able to speak and
understand standard Gorean was still not possible. But then there was always
the psychological factor of the slaves not only learning that they were now
slaves but also forced to learn the native language of their masters to be
considered. That tool in itself could be enough to stop any work on subliminal
training for the slaves while still in hibernation chambers for shipment. He
had to admit that he preferred the hands on training and breaking of a new
slave to her collar himself.
The two newly uncrated slaves were carried over and laid
out on the floor of the warehouse with the eighteen other new slaves already
laid out and waiting to have their anklets scanned and checked in and then
sedated again if needed before being loaded into the transport chambers. Once
in the chambers a mixture of oxygen and sedative would be pumped into the
chamber for their trip ensuring that they did not wake up till their masters
wished them too. The chambers would then be loaded into specially constructed
steel shipping containers that would carry six chambers each. The containers
would be loaded onto the deck of ship with others like it listed as carrying
farming equipment for a distant country.
Cross World Transit was a legitimate shipping cooperation
and very successful. But it was also a great cover for the movement of slaves
around the world and other places. This particular shipment of slaves was part
of a larger consignment. This part was going to the markets of Cos. While the
rest was destined for the Steel Worlds, which he did not wish to think about.
“Everything seems to be going as it should.” Turning to one
of his lieutenants.
“The intruder our sentries caught is secure over there away
from the others, Mr. Cross.” The man pointed to a group of men standing in a
group a short distance away. Cross had noticed them and was about to ask about
them next. The lieutenant motioning the way, Cross followed him over. When they
reached to group of men, they parted like the Red Sea for Moses for him. In the
center of circle of men was a lone figure. A woman. Chained in a hogtie
configuration on her belly still wearing her form fitted latex body suit, was the
flame haired crime fighter that he had been hearing about known as Batgirl.
Seeing their boss one of
the men watching knelt down the sedated heroine and broke a smelling salts
capsule under her nose. Almost instantly the chains of the restraints with tight
as the cuffs locked on her wrists and ankles pulled to the limits allowed and
muffled muted cries erupted from her taped mouth as she wiggled and squirmed on
the concert floor for their entertainment. Cross himself thought that the
batsuit she wore for the moment showed off the sweetness of her assets very
nicely. The laughter and comments of those watching only infuriated their guest
even more.
Cross knew that now she had seen their operations that she
would have to be neutralized. Meaning that she needed to vanish without a trace
as they would start looking for her. The sooner the better, given that there
was no way of knowing if others were with her or knew of her location and
activities. He was standing behind her, so she was not aware of his presence
yet. The most human thing to do to such a talented heroine would be to simply
slit her throat and the dump her body in the ocean from one of the ships
scheduled to sail in the next hour. The cruelest being to ship her to one of
the Steel Worlds to be added to the herd of human cows, there her best hope
would be to found pleasing enough to become the pet of one of the Kurii masters
or slave one of their human mercenaries. It that didn’t happen she would
eventually find herself in the slaughter pens as food for the Beasts. Looking
at the promise hidden by her clothing, he decided that it would be a waste of a
flame hair. He stepped around so that she could see him and noted that she had
involuntarily gasped as she recognized him. Interesting he thought.
“You didn’t need to go through all this trouble Batgirl. I
would have been more than happy to give you the deluxe tour and arranged
passage for you.” Cross smiled as he squatted down and placed a finger under
her chin lifting and holding it so that she had to look at him. “Now there are
two ways for this to go, pretty one. You answer my questions immediately and
honestly and I will not have to use methods that you will not enjoy to get the
answers. Either way you will tell me what I need to know. You may whimper once
for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?” He smiled. Batgirl only glared
back at him. At least till she felt the sharp painful bite of leather strap
striking her left buttock. Which caused her to scream into her gag. “Now, let’s
try this again, Do you understand?”
Batgirl refused to respond after two more bites of the leather
upon her body. Tears were rolling down her face as she breathed heavily through
her nose determined not to whimper for Cross even though she knew she was on
her own and at his mercy. Cross eyed her with admiration and a little respect, many
would have submitted and obeyed after the first taste of the leather. But then
did he really expect anything less from the masked heroine that had found
herself at the mercy of some of the most vindictive and vicious criminal
masterminds in the world. He glanced at his Rolex, a little over an hour had
passed since she was captured. If others were present then they would have
attempted to rescue her by now. Intelligence had her male counterparts out of
the city for the next two day. Leaving her the sole caped crusader in Gotham at
the moment.
His information could be wrong. But his instincts told him
that it wasn’t. She was enduring the punishment and humiliation while she
bought time hoping for a weakness she could exploit to escape. One of his lieutenants
leaned in to inform him that her Batgirl cycle had been located not far from
the front gate to the docks. Everything pointed to she came in alone not
knowing what she was getting herself into. Shame, shame Batgirl he thought.
“One thing that I have never understood,” Cross said as he
squatted down and lifted her chin once more looking at her. “I know that you
and your two male counterparts have been captured many times in the past. Yet no
one has unmasked any of you as of yet. It seems to me that once your true
identity is known that your career is over.” Now the fear showed in her jade
eyes as she cried no into her gag pleading for him not to as a booted foot held
her in place as the cowl was peeled off her head revealing her to all present. Cross
laughed and grinned. “Well, hello, Barbra.”
Brabra’s heart sank and
she was sick to her stomach. In a instant she had went from being helplessly
chained in a hogtie that she couldn’t get out of as long as she was watched. To
having her identity exposed to the world or soon would be. Her career as
Batgirl was done. She looked up at Rudkar Cross and wondered if he would be content
with exposing her to the world or if he would have her killed as well. Who was
she kidding, he was a smuggler kingpin, even with her identity exposed she
could still testify against him and put him behind bars for a long time if she
was allowed to live.
“I must say that this is a pleasant surprise, Barbra.”
Cross smiled in satisfaction. “But I think that it is safe to say that your
cavalry is not going to ride in to save you. So, I think we can remove your
muzzle.” He chuckled as he carefully pealed back the tape that covered her
mouth. Then he pulled the cloth from her mouth as well.
“Don’t count on that, Cross!” she snapped back.
“I think I am fairly confident that the money I am paying
to those criminal lunatics the Joker and the Riddler to stay out of this part
of town as well to report on the movements of your friend Batman are accurate.
You were the wild card that I underestimated. I didn’t think that you were even
on to my operations yet. Nor that you would be come after me on your own if you
did.” Looking over to one of his men. “Sedate her just enough to take the fight
out of her. Then strip her and resecure her in the chains. I will be back in
thirty minutes. I have something to arrange, I don’t want her or that batsuit
damaged.” Barbra started to say something but a cloth soaked with something was
placed over her mouth and nose and fight as she might her resistance quickly
gave way to feeling like she was moving through water or living in slow motion.
Barbra was not sure how much time had passed when she shook
off the groggy feeling that had came over her. However, when she did she was
slumped as far forward as she could given the way she was restrained, looking
down at her own naked body that was kneeling on the cold concrete floor. A
wooden dowel had been placed between her teeth and held in place by what felt
like a leather thong against the sides of her face. She saw that leather cuffs
had been fastened about her lower thighs just above the knees to which a metal
spreader bar had been attached forcing her to keep her thighs painfully wide
and open exposing her more intimate region for all to see. Her ankles had been
crossed and bound by some sort of cord. Finally, she found that she was held
upright by her arms being passed over a metal bar placed against her back. Her
wrists had then been pulled back forward and locked in leather cuffs held
before her body by a light metal chain that pressed into her stomach. The metal
bar was sit in brackets on post placed to her left and right.
Barbra marveled and cursed the system that held her at the
same time. She marveled at how efficient the system was as she was helpless to
do anything. While cursing that there was literally nothing that she could do
to free herself. She couldn’t stand to lift herself off the brackets. She
couldn’t reach the cuffs that held her to work the locks even if she wasn’t
stripped and had nothing to pick a lock with.
A sudden chill ran down her spine as something that she had
not considered before came to mind. She has assumed that Cross and his people
were snuggling something of value such as drugs, weapons, even bootlegged merchandise.
But given the effectiveness and expertise they had used to secure her. They
very well could be dealing in a softer, more fragile, and perishable form of
goods. She remember the woman that had been serving their dinner that night in
his private dining room. She had been extremely subservient almost, slave like.
“My Barbra you are even more lovely than I imagined.” Cross
smiled as he walked back to where she was restrained on her knees. “I will not
lie. When you left the dining room that night your name was placed on a target
of opportunity acquisition list. Given your father’s position just abducting
you would cause problems.” He smiled and paused. “But then you served yourself
up to me on a silver platter.”
Barbra growled and mumbled something into the bit gag in
her mouth that could not be understood. At a nod from Cross one of the men
stepped up and loosened the thong holding the dowel rod in her mouth and
removed it.
“What are you going to do with me!” Barbra demanded.
“Do you remember at dinner when I mentioned an old saying
where I come from?” Cross smiled.
“Yes, What does that have to do with anything?”
“Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira.” Taking two items
from one of the men at his side. He walked to the restrained girl before him. Squatting
down with some sort of red grease pencil, he made a couple marks on her left
breast. The adjusting himself snapped and locked a steel anklet on her left
ankle. Her eyes went wide as she recalled the girl that had served them had a
steel anklet on her left ankle as well.
“What is a kajira?” she asked not sure she wanted to know.
“See still curious, but we will break you of that at my
villa.” At that moment, the bar she was bound to was lifted from it’s brackets
and she was lowered to her belly on the floor. She felt a stabbing pain in her
left buttock as she saw several of the men carrying a clear plastic tube across
the warehouse towards a shipping container. Inside was a naked sleeping woman.
Then she saw another as her eyes grew heavy.
Barbra Gordon was in no condition to resist as she was
freed of her restraints and then loaded into a transport chamber of her own.
She saw everything that was happening, but the drug had robbed her of the
ability to speak or control her own body as she laid inside the tube and
watched herself being loaded with the others. Inside the container hoses were
attached to her tube and a mixture of oxygen and sedative were pumped in as she
drifted off.
“What about her stuff?” asked a Lieutenant.
“You strip now!” Cross pointed to one of the female operatives
with blondish red hair.
“But..” she started to protest.
“Do you want to join them?” He pointed to the shipment of
slaves. The woman shook her head no. “Good them get naked and put on the
Batgirl costume now!”
“What do you have in mind?” the same lieutenant asked.
“From a distance, it’s possible that none will suspect that
she is not Batgirl. Have her ride the Bat-cycle around for at least 30 minutes.
Dump it in one of the known crime bosses areas where it will be found. Take the
wench to a different bosses area and leave the outfit there to be found. I want
Batman and the Police Commissioner to think they killed their precious Batgirl
and did something to Barbra Gordon.”
“What about her?” he pointed to the woman putting on the Batgirl
suit.
“She has not been with us long enough to be properly
vetted. She’s a liability and lose end. So, once she is naked in the van,
process her like a new capture. She can wake up in the slave pens too.” Rudkar Cross
thought for a moment. “Male or female, anyone that has not been vetted gets
shipped. One wrong word and our house of cards will crumble. I want nothing
that will tie Barbra Gordon or Batgirl to us.” He let out a long sigh. “Much as
I would love to keep her cowl and belt as trophies. It’s best that they end up
as evidence against the Riddler or Joker that drawing questions here or in Cos.”
Beside, Rudkar thought to himself, why do I need them when
I will have her as my slave.
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