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BATGIRL

in

Double Split

by Alias the Rat

          Barbara Gordon said her goodbyes to the other costumed individuals in the large hall and prepared to take the lift down to the teleportation bay. She was glad she had taken up Kara's invitation to join the group here on the Watchtower for a little New Year's Eve celebration, but it was time to get back to Gotham. It had been fun to see so many of the people. Even though she never felt she would fit in as part of the Justice League, she considered many of them close friends.

      Supergirl gave her close friend a hug,"Well, Bats, I sure was glad to see you enjoyed the evening. My cousin asked Batman to come up here but there was no way he was going to leave Gotham City on its own for a night."  Kara walked Babs to the elevator. "I'll see you soon. Maybe we can do lunch next week."

      Batgirl smiled, and gave a wave as she entered the lift. "Sure, Kara, that would be great!" She looked out over the crowd and gave a quick wave to Green Lantern, Zatarra and Stargirl as they waved their last goodbyes to her. Then the elevator door closed and she felt the smooth descent to the level where the teleport pad waited to return her to Gotham City.

      As the door open, she saw a green-skinned humanoid figure at the controls. "J'onn! You are running the transport yourself tonight? Why aren't you still up at the party?" The Martian Manhunter smiled. "I just came down to see how the sunspot activity might register during transport. As you are sent, it might tickle a little."

      Barbara frowned. "There's no danger, is there?" But she knew at once that J'onn J'onzz would not be sending her home with the teleport if there was any risk. She went over and gave him a hug, and whispered, "Happy New Year, J'onn!"

      He flinched a little at the comradery, and Barbara nearly laughed as she wondered if Martians could blush. Then she walked over to the pad and stood in the departure circle. J'onn nodded to her and spoke. "And best wishes to you for the New Year, Batgirl." Then he flipped up a toggle, and Batgirl's form shimmered and faded away.

      But as she vanished, several of the dials on the control panel showed unusual readings and the Martian Manhunter stared at the controls while the room lights flickered. Then a relay inside the box suddenly popped, showering the panel with sparks. Alarms began to sound throughout the Watchtower as J'onn grabbed a cylinder from the wall and sprayed halon gas into the unit to prevent any further trouble with ignition.

      Several individuals suddenly appeared in the room. Superman and his cousin both had worried expressions. Kal-el asked J'onn, "What happened? Was there a fault problem with the teleport device?" Kara 's head spun as she took in the entire room. "Where is... did Batgirl get back to Gotham?"

      The Martian Manhunter bent down to push his now insubstantial face through the top of the teleport controls. He looked over the interior, then stood up. "I had just sent her off when the malfunction occured. I don't know..." In an instant Supergirl was gone. It took several moments for other people on the Watchtower to rush to the teleport chamber, and then suddenly, Kara was back, deep worry obvious on her face.

      "I've been to Gotham and back... I looked over the spot where she should have appeared and an area for blocks around. She's not there..."

          Barbara Gordon expected to find herself standing in the alley where her Bat-cycle had been parked. Instead she appeared several feet in the air above the ground and tumbled to the pavement. She was still a little disoriented by the teleport, and didn't manage to brace herself, so she was stunned by the drop. "Ouch!! Those damned sunspots..."

          One hand landed in a large puddle. It wasn't raining now, but by the look of the area, a heavy thunderstorm must have passed through the area just a little while ago. Which was odd. The weathermen had not mentioned any chance of rain in Gotham City tonight.

          She looked around, and noticed at once her Bat-Cycle wasn't there. She was puzzled, and became even more confused when she saw she was not in the right alley. As she looked about further, she became even more concerned. Certain landmark buildings were visible. but others were missing. The skyline was a mixture of what she knew and parts she didn't recognize.

          She went down to the end of the alley and carefully looked up and down the street. It was deserted, but it wasn't right. Like Batman, she had become very familiar with most of the city of Gotham. This didn't match what she remembered. Then she saw a black and white patrol car coming up the street and thought the cops could probably help her figure out where she was. Perhaps the teleport had just sent her to a different part of the city and the scattering of her molecules had left her light headed when she reformed down here.

          She stepped out, and waved to the car. A side mounted spotlight clicked on and focused on her as the car pulled close and screeched to a halt. Through the glare, Barbara could make out a couple of men had gotten out of the car and were approaching.

          "Hi, officers. I seem to have gotten lost, can you..." Wthout warning, the two policemen drew weapons and fired at her. Three projectiles hit her on the arm and body, but they were stopped by her kevlar reinforced body suit. A fourth shot hit her on the neck and she staggered back. She brought her hand up and grabbed at a dart that had hit her there. She pulled it out and stared at it as she slowly went limp and tumbled to the ground. She lay there, aware of her surroundings, but unable to move.

          The two police officers stood over her and stared. Chet, the taller one. finally spoke. "Dave, ain't this the damdest thing... what the hell kind of getup is this bitch got on?" Dave bent down and ran his hand over Batgirl's costume. "We can't very well arrest her for trying to dress up and pass as a man. She certainly shows off she's a cunt in this outfit."

          Dave tugged and pulled off Barbara's gloves, belt and boots, then got his fingers under her the lower edge of her top and struggled to pull it off the partially sedated girl. The other cop had to help, and after they pulled it off he got out a scanner unit and reached for her right arm. Dave had cupped one of Batgirl's bare breasts and was checking it out. Then Chet paused, and whistled.

          "Dave, where the hell is her ident?" Both cops examined her right arm, then her left. "Holy shit, Chet, how can she not have an ident tattoo? We better get her to the precinct." Barbara was picked up and tossed into the back of the patrol car. The men gathered her gear and also brought that.

          After a fast trip, Batgirl still was groggy and stiff as she was pulled out of the car and run into the police station. She had a glimpse of the sign over the entrance. "Gothic City Police." What the hell...

          She was pulled into an interrogation room, but it was unlike what she had ever seen. Besides the normal table and chairs, one wall had manacles on short lengths of chain along the floor edge and at eye level. She was pulled against the wall and her wrists and ankles were secured. A detective came in and she recognized Frank Stark, who she'd worked with a number of times. She tried to talk, but her neck was still numb from whatever had been in that dart.

          Detective Stark looked over her belt and the parts of her uniform that were sitting on the table. One of the beat cops went over what they had found. "This bitch came out of the alley, sir, in this bizarre outfit. We took her down with capture darts and started to strip her illegal clothing away. Then... you aren't gonna believe this... we found she's got no tattoo!"

          The investigator's head spun to stare at Batgirl, and he walked over to her. He looked at her right arm and ran his fingers over the skin on her forearm. "What the fuck... I don't even see any signs thata it's been removed. We'll have to use fingerprints to ID her. Strip the rest of this crap off her."

          Chet and Dave pulled down on her lower tights, and Barbara was still too weak to resist much. They unlocked one leg, pulled the tights off, then resecured that and did the other leg. Then Chet pulled a knife and he reached to her panties and cut them away. Dave grabbed at her cowl and pulled it off, leaving her totally naked, helpless. While the two cops stripped her, the detective took a scanner pad and placed Barbara's right hand on it to get a digital image of her fingerprints. Then he stepped out of the room.

          The pair stood and stared at her. Chet stuck his fingers into her crotch. "She's a prime piece of ass. Don't look like she was whipped enough, though." Dave reached down and unzipped his trousers, "You think we can have a go at her?" Chet thought about it for a moment before he replied. "She looks expensive. Might belong to somebody who wouldn't want a dumb cop fucking his property. And if Stark comes back and sees you fucking around while on duty..."

          Batgirl released the breath she'd been holding while Dave zipped his fly back up. The two cops left the room and she felt feelings returning to her body. Not that it did much good with her wrists and ankles secured. She tried to hold back the panic she felt welling up in her system. She thought to herself, "Well, Dorothy, you're certainly not in Kansas anymore."

          The Martian Manhunter, Ray Palmer and three repair technicians were going over the controls and interior components of the teleport unit, trying to figure out what had happened. Ray stared at the blown relay. "It's just a simple biometric monitoring relay. The unit should operate fine even without it. She should have been transported perfectly well. Why would..."

      Then the lights in the room dimmed again, and everyone stepped away from the pad. J'onn J'onzz let his gaze flip back and forth from the console to the pad. Superman asked, "Is someone beaming in? I thought you had it shut down, J'onn!"

      The Martian Manhunter nodded. "It is shut down, the occurances we see are due to something outside the station affecting it." The light in the room went out totally, and then a couple more relays in the control unit popped, throwing sparks about.

      Emergency lights came on to provide a low glow for the room. In the confusion, Zatanna suddenly shouted. "Look! She's back!" They all turned to the pad and saw a young redhaired woman, nude except for a brief pair of yellow panties, crumpled and groaning. Supergirl zipped to her and put her arm under the woman, whispering, "Barbara! Are you all right?" The scantily clad female opened her eyes and stared into Kara's eyes in shock. "Where... where am I?"

      Kara picked up the young woman and flew her quickly to a medical bay. She handed her a white gown, and had to persude her to put it on. Then Kara helped her into a bed where she lay with eyes open wide, staring at Supergirl. Kara put a hand on the shoulder of the patient and tryed to calm her. "Don't worry Barbara, everything is going to be alright."

          In the interrogation room at the Gothic City Police station, Detective Stark came back with a police technician. He opened a folder he was carrying. "OK, we know you are Bara 8372, property of a noted Gothic City resident. Looking at you, you seem to have done pretty well. What's the deal on your strange activities?"

          The tech used heavy magnifier to examine Barbara's right forearm. "Beats me, Frank. I can't see any sign of her tattoo. She must have done something to remove it. I'll probably be able to figure it out once I get the arm off and back to the lab for dissection. If I peel the top layers of skin back I can see what has been done to..."

          Batgirl's pulse went up and she fought the panic that clawed at her thinking. This guy wanted to cut off her arm to look for something. What the hell had she gotten into here? It seemed that she had somehow jumped to another dimension and it didn't look good. She wanted to argue, but had no idea what she could say that might not make it even worse for her.

          Then a newcomer spoke up from the doorway. "That bitch is my property, gentlemen. I own her cunt, her tits, her legs and both of her arms. Any damage to her will result in legal action pursued by my legion of lawyers that will make your life a living hell."

          Detective Stark turned. "Bruce Wayern. How'd you get here so fast? We just figured out who the bitch was..." The richest man in Gothic City entered the room and walked over to Barbara. She was stunned to see someone she thought was Bruce Wayne. He ran a hand over her chest and cupped her chin for a moment. He stared into her eyes, but she saw his gaze flicker over momentarily to look at the forearm where she was supposed to have the tattoo everyone was so interested in.

          "After the storm, when our lights went out an the manor briefly, I was told she was missing from my home. So my people contacted certain individuals in the police and spread the word that if she was found I wanted to know about it. As soon as I heard about your mystery prisoner, I was on the way here to see if it was Bara."

          Another person entered the room and Barbara gasped and cringed as she got another severe shock to her thought processes. She hung there, naked and in chains in front of her own father! Commisioner James Grogan snarled. "Hold it, Wayern. She was captured on the loose, wearing clothes, and missing her identification tattoo. Those are each serious crimes and she should be ours until..."

          "Don't even try it, Grogan. You know Wayern Industries does a lot of business with the feds. They owe me a lot of favors and it would take me two minutes to have a FBI Black Ops Squad come in here and return her to me. That would not look good for you or Gothic City. So back off. When you sold me your daughter, you gave up all ownership. She's mine now."

          Barbara was dumbfounded by the exchange. On this world, James Gordon... ahh... Grogan, had sold his own daughter? Apparently female slavery was the norm here. She shuddered to think about it.

          Bruce Wayern called out to his valet. "Alfie! Get in here and get this bitch on a leash!" The well dressed gentleman servant came in and put a stiff black leather collar on Barbara, then clipped a light chain leash to it. The police unlocked her manacles and Alfie pulled her along towards the door. They went through the station house with people often glancing up at the trio who were leaving. Barbara's embarrasment was huge, and she stumbled as she was concentrating on the men who were staring at her nude form.

          At the front entrance, a limo was parked. Alfie held open a rear door for his employer, then nodded in Barbara's direction. "Sir?" Bruce glanced over with a unpleasant expression on his face, and snapped, "Just put her in back and get me home."

          The valet, nodded, and turned to the rear of the car. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Fingering a button, he popped the trunk and scowled at Barbara. "Get in!" She looked at the space, which was big enough and well padded, and scrambled to obey rather than have someone else mad at her. If she struck out at the valet and got loose, where would she go? She watched the trunk lid slam shut and lay there in the darkness.

          Bara 8372 lay on the bed in the med center and stared at the strange blonde woman who stayed in the chair nearby. She wore clothes! And her fun globes were not exposed for the pleasure of any man who wanted to see or handle them. There had been a couple of other females she had seen whose bodies were covered also... and even more surprising she had seen men who had allowed this to be.

      The blonde woman had been here at Bara's bedside, watching for some time. A fine appearing cunt like her should have been summoned to service her master. How could she tarry here?

      As Supergirl watched the woman in the bed, she wondered what had happened to her friend. Where had her costume gone? Why was she so panicked and nervous, laying there staring at Kara?

      Then Kara saw Bara move her right arm, and she saw the tattoo. She was startled, and examined it closely with her vision powers. It seemed to have been there for some time, It wasn't new. But Batgirl had no such tattoo before...

      The door to the med room opened and a visitor stepped in. Bara gasped and jumped out of the bed, dropping to her knees in front of Batman. She shrugged, and the loose garment slipped off her shoulders. Batman stopped and stared at the young woman he thought was Barbara Gordon. He wondered what had happened to her when she went through the transporter malfunction.

      She spoke. "Master!" Batman took in the sight and even as shocked as he was, he knew at once this was not the Barbara Gordon he had known and fought alongside for many years. He looked at the young woman and marveled at how she looked exactly like his friend. But if this young woman was here, that meant the Batgirl he knew was... where?

          Barbara Gordon was in the trunk of the limo, which had been a more comfortable ride than she would have expected. There were a pair of depressions in the floor that were a reasonable fit for a figure who curled herself up, and they were well padded. When the limousine finally stopped, and the trunk lid opened, she blinked at the light that followed the period of darkness.

          The valet reached in and clipped the leash to her collar, the snapped at her. "Come along, bitch! Let's get you inside and cleaned up." He gave her a tug, and she scrambled up and out to the pavement. She glanced about and recognized Wayne Manor. But here it must be called Wayern Manor.

          She followed Alfie up the steps and inside, noticing several young beautiful women lounging about the rooms she passed through. Each was nude except for a brief pair of colorful panties and they seemed to be no more than decorations in the manor. A blonde one in bright red panties glanced over at Barbara as she went through a room and giggled. "Hi, Bara! Where have you been?" Batgirl's jaw dropped as she recognized the voice of Harley Quinn. Barbara's pause in her steps made Alfie tug again at the leash.

          "Come along, you have caused enough trouble for one evening, Bara 8372! And Harl 9245, you behave. Once the Master is settled in tonight, I want you in my quarters. Satisfy me tonight and you will avoid some of your punishment tomorrow!"

          They ended up in a massive room with a huge pool surrounded by cushioned settees where about a dozen women lounged. Alfie unhooked the leash and took off her collar. He looked over at a pair of the women. "Pam 4572! Jeni 2308! Take this one and clean her up. The Master will require her shortly."

          In this room, the women did not have even the brief panties she'd seen elsewhere. All of them were totally nude. The two who had been ordered to take care of her took her hands and led her to a smaller pool on the side where they soaped up and cleansed her body, massaging her breasts and cunt in such a vigourous manner that Barbara gasped at the sensation. Pam 4572, a stunning olive skinned redhead, shook her head. "What did you do, Bara? The Master was quite agitated and even the lesser master seems very perturbed... not that most people would tell, with his dignified, reserved manner."

          Again, Batgirl was shocked, The voice was familiar, as she had heard Poison Ivy banter threats at her so many times. Here Pamela Iverson and Harleen Quinn were slaves, property of the world's version of Bruce Wayne. And, it seemed, sexual playthings for any man who wanted them.

          They rinsed the soap off of Barbara and pulled her to the main pool where she was immersed to her neck and received more of the sensual massage that caused her to feel the rush of excitement thoughout her body. Pam dropped her head below the surface and went to Batgirl's crotch, where Pam's tongue entered and probed delicate sexual areas. Barbara's head went back and she climaxed with a overwhelming sexual release. Pam then came up out of the water and planted her lips on Batgirl's, kissing her roughly and sliding her tongue, coated with Barbara's vaginal fluids, into the perplexed woman's mouth. Batgirl tasted her own sex and found herself enjoying it.

          "Pam 4572! Enough! You have others to play with tonight. Bara 8372 will service Master Bruce tonight and you had better not have tired her out with your foolishness. At morning punishment tomorrow, you may receive extra lashes for this!" Alfie was standing near the pool and his face showed a trace of displeasure. Barbara saw in the eyes of the other girl the fear and resignation this sentence of pain caused. Pam hung her head. "Yes, Master."

          Batgirl climbed the steps from the pool and several other ladies scrambled forth with towels to quickly dry her off. A couple more anointed her body with sweet smelling oils that they rubbed into her skin. One girl brushed and combed Barbara's hair. As this went on, she caught sight of Pam's back, where she noticed several long red welts. The woman had been whipped recently and the skin, while not broken, showed where it had been struck. Several other girls also showed traces, not as severe, of similar punishment.

          Barbara looked over as Alfie stared at her. "That looks adequate. She is presentable and the Master is probably losing his patience. Will you behave, or must I restrain you, Bara?" The valet held up the leash and collar. Batgirl was embarrased as she caught his eyes sweeping over her body, seeing every thing she once held as private. She stammered a reply. "I will obey, Master!" She was still so befuddled by what she had encountered in the past few hours. She thought of resistence, but wasn't sure what would be possible.

        Batman looked over the young woman who knelt nearly nude at his feet and listened to her profess her wishes to serve her Master in any way she could. He was startled by how much she looked like Barbara Gordon. "Who are you? Where have you come from. You are not the person we first believed you to be, no matter how much you resemble her!"

        Bara 8372 now dropped even lower, placing her head against the floor and putting one hand on Batman's boot. "Forgive me! Please do not add to my punishment time or send me to a service house, Master Wayern! I am Bara 8372, trained to satisfy any man's wishes and proud to have been purchased by you for your service. During the terrible storm when the lights went out,  I went to your laboratory looking for you. I saw the experimental device on which you had been working, and I wondered what could interest you so. I brushed against a switch by accident, and there was a strange flash of light in the laboratory. I did not mean to do it! Please, I beg your forgiveness. I was trapped in this strange place and I hope your coming to get me is due to your wish to drag my wretched body back for return to your service once I have been properly chastized. Do not end my short life, Master!"

        Bruce Wayne was a little startled by the woman's words, and paused to let them click into place in his thoughts. Finally, he looked down at her and spoke a clear sharp command. "Stay here!" He turned to leave the room and gestured to Kara to follow.

        Out in the corridor, they saw J'onn J'onzz standing and the Martian spoke. "I was monitoring what was said in there. It seems we had a interdimensional overlap." Batman nodded. "If the equipment the young woman was fooling with was a poorly shielded teleportation experiment, the surge in our unit might have linked to a dimension that was nearly in phase. Two people, almost perfect duplicates, could have flipped in the disturbance. Bara 8372 ended up here and Batgirl..." Supergirl gasped and finished the train of thought. "...would have ended up in what ever God-awful world this poor thing came from. Can we get her back?" The Martian sighed. "We will try. If it is at all possible, our friend will be brought back!"

          Batgirl followed the valet through the corridors to a huge bedroom on the second floor. Entering, she saw Bruce Wayern at a desk on one side, reading though a thick file. On the other side was a massive padded bed on which a dark-haired nude woman reclined. Barbara thought she was getting used to the shocks to her system that kept happening in this strange world. But another hit her as she recognized the face of Selina Kyle, lying seductively on the bed.

          "Your plaything, Master Bruce." Alfie bowed. He gestured to Barbara to join the other woman on the bed, and Batgirl trembled and forced herself to move that way. Bruce looked up from the papers he was scanning. "Thank you, my friend. That is all I will require tonight. You can take one of the other girls and retire to your quarters. Enjoy her company!" The valet again bowed his head. "Thank you sir! You are so generous!" Then he left.

          On the bed, Barbara stared over at Bruce, knowing why she was there. The other woman hissed a low whisper. "You got him mad, damn you. We may all suffer for whatever you did. At least he won't have any more thoughts of getting rid of me and placing you as his main bed whore.  That's my privilege!"

          Bruce left his desk and took off the silk robe he was wearing. Stripped, he approached the two sex slaves he had there for his pleasure and spoke. "Selin 3521! Behave! You can be replaced easily if I have to put up with more of the attitude I dislike." He climbed onto the bed, and kissed Selin who returned his kiss passionately. She slipped a hand down to Bruce's cock, and stroked it as it stiffened and lengthened. One of his hands went to Barbara and cupped one of her breasts, massaging it lightly and then teasing her nipple with his fingers.

          She gasped at the sensation, and liked it as her nipples grew and stiffened. She knew she was about to be raped, but this was a man she had secretly loved ever since she had discovered he was Batman back on her world. Their relationship had been so businesslike back there, but many nights she had dreams and fantasized about sharing a bed with him.

          Barbara lay back on the bed and spread her legs, longing to feel the cock of the man she lusted for slide into her. It happened swiftly, and she moaned her pleasure. He trust in and out enthusiastically and Batgirl moved her body in time. Selin bent over Barbara and licked and sucked at her breasts, first one, than the other, until the nipples were extended and tender. Selin's hand went to the clitoral hood above the pussy where Bruce was working, and the slave's fingers poked and massaged the clitoris, adding greatly to the sexual sensations that Barbara was wracked with.

          Bruce finally pushed deep into Batgirl and came with a huge explosion of fluid that filled her cunt. She picked that moment to spasm with a great orgasm that wracked her entire body. As Bruce pulled himself away, Barbara enjoyed bliss far greater that she had ever thought possible. Then he moved up and swung his fluid covered limp cock towards her. Selin moved over and opened her mouth, wanting to suck the cock of her Master. But Bruce reached out and pushed her aside, moving his cock toward's Barbara's face.

          She had no experience with fellatio, but she figured out what was expected of her and licked and sucked at the fluids on the limp cock that was presented to her. She felt it grow and extend into her mouth and fought to breathe as she serviced the penis. Her tongue moved about as fast as it could, teasing and stoking Bruce's member to bring it to another response. Sure enough, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, shoving the long engorged cock down her throat as it exploded with cum into her. She fought to swallow and to avoid taking the fluid into her lungs, but began to cough and spit up part of his deposit. He backed away, and Selin 3521 brought her lips to Barbara's, sucking in any fluids that escaped. The fingers of one of her hands entered the sensitized pussy of Barbara's extremely aroused body and Batgirl shivered from further sexual exctasy that Selin urged from her.

          The dark-haired slave rolled on her back and pulled Barbara over, pushing her into a position where each of them had her lips over the other's cunt. Batgirl tried to return the stimulation she was receiving, and Selim reacted with gusto. Bruce moved about to a position behind Batgirl, then pressed a moistened finger into her asshole. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. She could not bring herself to comment that she had never been taken in that hole by anyone. And would Bruce Wayern have cared?

          He shifted and pressed his stiff cock to her asshole, then slowly entered her back door, wiggling as it gradually allowed him to enter. Barbara wanted to cry out, but Selin's hands were on her head, pulling Batgirl's face into her waiting pussy. Batgirl felt Bruce's hard dick push deep into her rectum and bore down to bear the pain that matched the wild pleasures that washed over her. He again pumped his seed into her and it felt wonderful to her.

          She had been taken roughly, raped repeatedly by this man. And he would probably do it again before the night was over. But to Batgirl's shame, she had enjoyed it more than anything she'd done in all her days.

          Back at the Watchtower, members of the Justice League went over te data they had gathered. Ray Palmer spoke up. "OK, we found a dimensional vibratory signature in that woman that is within a few clicks of ours. We can focus in on it and send somebody there... but..." Batman and Supergirl both quickly jumped in, "But what?"

        J'onn J'onzz looked at the readouts. "If someone of our world of us goes there, the duplicate version from that world will be flipped here. It appears that such a forced shift would be difficult, perhaps impossible to undo. But if we were to send a person who had no duplicate on Bara 8372's world... that person could initiate a teleport pulse and return here when the two Barbara's were switched back."

        Kara looked down. "We would have to send that young woman back? Does she deserve..." J'onn shook his head. "Maybe not. But Batgirl and Bara 8372 cannot both exist on the same world. If one is here the other has to be... there. I will have to go to her world and rescue our friend."

        Ray Palmer cut in. "You have to co-ordinate the signal from this side, J'onn. None of the rest of us can manipulate the controls fine enough to pull this off. We need you here." Batman spoke. "Then you can't go, J'onn. Who else does not have a duplicate on the other side. You can't be the only one."

        J'onn sighed. "Very well. I did not want to bring it up. So far we have found one other person that exists here with no duplicate over there." J'onn hung his head and paused, reluctant to name the person. Batman lost his patience, because he was very worried about Batgirl. "J'onn, dammit, who is it?"

        The Martian sighed. "Extensive scan analysis have found every single person that we have checked in the Justice League operation files has a duplicate over there except for me and... Supergirl." Kara gasped. "ME?? "

          After being fucked by Bruce over and over, Barbara had fallen asleep next to him, a smile on her face. Had she died? She thought she was in heaven. To have a night like this was wonderful, if she had another like it she would be happier that she could imagine. She dreamed of being in the arms of her love and...

          She was shaken by the hands of the person who woke her. It was Selin 3521, would had her hands on Barbara's shoulders. "Get up damnit! we have to get outside. It's nearly time!" Dazed, Barbara allowed her arms to be pulled up and she stumbled along behind the other woman.

          After what had happened the night before she could not think straight. What did Selin mean? Where were they going? They hurried down a stairs, along a corridor and out a back door to a large courtyard. There were rows of posts in the ground, each about eight feet high and spaced about six feet apart. Near the top of  each post she saw manacles attached to chains. She looked at them and froze.

          As she stood there, the other women from the house came out and walked to the posts. They went past her, and also pushed Barbara along towards the posts. Each girl reached up and locked a set of manacles on her wrists, then leaned into the pole, exposing her back. Selin pulled at Barbara's arm, getting her to one of the posts. "Come on, if we aren't ready, there will be hell to pay!" Barbara could not believe what was happening as she was pushed to the post. Selin pulled Barbara's arms above her head and the mancles were snapped tight on Batgirl's wrists. She looked around and Selin moved to the end post and shackled herself in position.

          Batgirl kept staring at the women and murmuring to herself, "No...this can't happen! It's too much to believe..." She heard a sound and looked back and up to a second floor balcony, where Bruce Wayern stood. He looked down and spoke. "It is time for the punishment, for each woman is the source of sin and they shall be punished to purge their evil. Mr. Steward, I charge you to perform this task on the females that I own."

          A husky black man had entered the area with a coiled rope whip in his hand. Batgirl thought he looked familar, then realised it was John Stewart, who was Green Lantern back on her world. "Very well, Mr. Wayern. The law calls for a standard of five stokes to each, with adjusted punishment where the owner feels it is due. Have you any adjustments for these ones today?"

          Bruce glanced at a slip of paper. "Harl 9245 and Gina 9237 have offered themselves in a repentant manner, their punishment will be reduced to three strokes each. Pam 4572 is to receive two extra lashes. Bara 8327 is to receive fifteen strokes. I have lost my patience with the attitude of Selin 3521 and wish her to get ten lashes."

          The man who used the whip went down the line snapping it into the back of the women, raising a long red welt on their backs for every crack of the whip. Barbara and Selin had been trussed up on the end of the line, So Batgirl had to watch, and, when she looked away, listen to every bit of the punishment. Finally it was her turn, and she winced and twitched at the pain it gave her. Each stoke of the fifteen was fire burning into her, and the later strokes struck parts of her back that were already burning with pain. She slumped down, hanging limp from the chains that held her, when she was finished.

          Barbara glanced over at Selim, who was breathing hard, tense as she waited for her lashing to start. She saw the first swing of the whip hit Selin. The woman clenched her teeth and took the strokes silently. Then the black man coiled up his whip and placed in a gym bag.

          Alfie walked along the line of women, reaching up to unlock the manacles that had held them in postition. When he got to Batgirl, the release of her wrists caused her to drop to her knees. She bent her back and flexed her body, trying in vain to find a position where her back would not feel like it was on fire. She looked over at Selin who looked at her and glared, showing she was glad that her greatest rival in the Master's bed had been punished so heavily.

          John Steward turned and looked up to Mr. Wayern. "Another day's punishment handled for you, sir. I hope you found my work for you satisfactory." Bruce looked down from the balcony and smiled. "Oh yes, you are a fine hand with a whip and I value your service. Have you time to dip your cock into one of the bitches before you go?"

          The punisher's face showed a big grin. "Thank you, sir! I can always find time for one of your exceptional slaves." He looked about. "Who's up for a poke or two?"

Half of the women who had just been released from their chains crowded close to Steward, begging for his attentions. Barbara stared with her mouth open. How could they? This man had just tortured them!

          A blonde girl was chosen and she dropped on her knees in the grass, sticking her butt high and spreading her legs wide to invite the man to take her. Some of the ladies started back towards the manor, but a few stood near the fucking, calling out that Steward looked like he could do another girl. They seemed to want the man's attentions more than anything.

          Barbara stood at the door and stared at what was happening. Pam 4572 was going in as Barbara murmured, "How can they do that? Submit themselves to that man willingly after he whipped us?" Pam looked over with a puzzled expression. "What kind of a stupid question is that? You know he'll be back tomorrow. Anyone who satisfies him or any man may have a stroke or two taken of her whipping. And he always goes a smidge easier on somebody who did a good job of servicing him."

          The women went back in the house and assembled in the large room with the pools where she had been the evening before. Barbara, Selin and a couple of others whose backs were reddened by the welts from the whipping had an ointment applied to ease the pain and help heal the skin.

          Most of the women finally got up and talked about the tasks they had been given for the day. They were to do chores about the manor, cleaning, laundry and landscaping. Barbara started to get up, thinking she was probably included. But Harl stopped her. "You've the day off, Bara! You served the Master last night, so you get to relax the day. And I am sure he will want you once again. He isn't as happy as he used to be with Selin and I see a new main bed whore in the house soon. I'll be glad if you replace that upitty bitch."

          Barbara lay face down on one of the chaise lounges, feeling the ointment relieve the pain in her back. She was glad she didn't have any job, because she was so worn out. Was it the hours of sex last night? She wondered if Bruce was taking this world's version of Viagra. Or had the teleportation to this world given her some kind of inter-dimensional jet lag? She didn't know, and dozed off thinking about it.

          Kara paced one of the observation decks of the Watchtower. Having been told she would have to be the one to rescue Barbara, she had been ready to go. But J'onn and the others working on the transporter insisted there were modifications and adjustments to be made. They were not sure when the machine would be ready, and the wait was getting on Supergirl's nerves.

        She had spent some time with the duplicate Barbara, but could not stand to look at the poor thing, knowing that Barbara's return would mean Bara would be sent back to the world she had escaped from. And the woman had mentioned forced sex and severe punishments were all the women there had to look forward to. Kara shuddered as she contemplated her close friend being subject to such torture.

        Her cousin came in and walked over to embrace her. "Kara, are you nervous about this? There is always the chance J'onn may find someone else to do it." Kara remained in the protective shelter of Superman's arms, but she shook her head. "No, Clark. This is something I want to do. I'll make the jump, get Barbara and bring her home."

        Superman, gave her a squeeze. "Of course. I know you can do it." But he worried about it. Was she up to the task? And that world sounded like a horrid place for a young woman to end up. If anything went wrong...

          Barbara woke up in the communal room with her back feeling much better and terribly hungry. She had not eaten anything since she was back at the Watchtower for the party, and she wasn't sure how long that had been. She got up and found several of the girls enjoying a luncheon table that had been set out for them.

          A couple of girls came in covered with sweat, and soaped up in the side pool and rinsed off in the shower before they came to eat. They spoke of keeping in shape, and one kidded that any extra weight meant being sold off to a place that was not as nice. Barbara realized that the harem in the home of the richest man in Gothic City, was probably the best place for a slave. And she wondered how horrible it was out there in the rest of this world.

          Pam 4572 came back in the building and walked over to a raven haired beauty. "Thanks, Dira, for switching jobs with me. You know I love to work out in the garden." The valet entered the room and spoke up. "We have a delivery van with supplies to unload. Some of you follow me." Barbara was among the half dozen that were selected, and she went to a back area of the manor with the group. There a van was parked, with a man standing near it.

          Alfie gave an order. "There are boxes and crates of goods and produce that need to be taken to the storeroom. Come on, no dawdling!" All of the women pitched in, and started hauling the material. Barbara noticed that the driver and the valet just stood there watching the girls do the work. She guessed there were no manners on this world.

          Pete, the driver, pulled out a clipboard, and Alfie looked over the packing list. "I was supposed to get a dozen lemons, where are they?" The driver thought for a moment. "Oh, Charlie said the ones we had didn't look that great, but we have a new shipment coming in later today. I can bring you a fresh batch tomorrow." Alfie nodded, then looked at the last of the goods being carried in.

          "Do you have time, Pete?" The driver looked at the valet and smiled. "Always have time for a dick dip in one of these fine bitches!" He took a step towards the group of women, and Barbara thought a minute that his attention was towards her. Was her cunt nothing more than a tip for a delivery man on this damn world?

          Instead, Dira 4516 bent over and spread her legs. Pete came up behind her and stuck his cock in for a fast fuck. He came in her, then stood there while Pam 4572 scrambled over to suck the fluids off the limp cock. His dick grew stiff from the attention and blew a wad of cum into the girl's throat. Barbara watched in amazement as Pam swallowed every drop, cleaning off the cock as she finished.

          Pete got back in the cab of the van and waved to Alfie. "Be sure to call the store if you think of anything else you need!" The valet waved, and all of them returned inside. They put some of the material in a couple of large coolers off the kitchen, and the rest in the storage rooms. Then the women returned to their room of residence.

          Barbara watched as some of the girls did laps in the huge pool, and others did exercises or gave each other massages. Harl 9245 came over and offered to give Barbara a massage, and the heroine agreed. The blonde's fingers poked and kneaded Batgirl's body thoroughly, even going over her breasts, nipples and crotch. Barbara was gasping with arousal when Harl bent over and began to suck at Batgirl's pussy. She twitched finally and climaxed, spurting fluid that the blonde lapped up greedily.

          Alfie walked up and Barbara was embarrased to be caught in such a state by the man, but he merely looked down at her and made a comment. "You're covered in sweat! Get cleaned up. The Master wishes you upstairs for the night."

          She went over and washed off in the small pool, then rinsed off. A couple of the others were waiting for her wiith towels and she was quickly dried off. Pam had a bottle of sweet scented oil she rubbed over Barbara. "There! Now you are ready for the Master!"

          She stood there and her mind spun. Could she just walk up there and let him have his way with her? It didn't seem right, but she wavered as she recalled how wonderful the sex from Bruce had been for her. That she enjoyed. But then tomorrow she would have another bout of whipping, and who knew what else to face.

          She would go up there and indulge her passions with the man. She could not give that up. But then, no matter how ill planned, she had to get out of this house and try to find a place to hide. No matter what it took.

          Alfie accompanied her to the master bedrom, and Barbara saw Selin on the bed when she arrived. The other woman stared at Batgirl with obvious hatred as Bruce stepped to the bathroom to relieve himself. As Barbara went to the bed, Selin suddenly jumped up and got her arm around the redhead's throat.

          "You won't take my place, bitch!" Selin hissed into Barbara's ear as she squeezed at her throat. "I won't step down or be tossed aside for you!" Barbara brought her hands up and dug her nails into the arm that was cutting off her air. She was suddenly free as the other woman sprang away, holding the arm that was covered by scratches. "Argggh! Damn you!"

          Bruce Wayern emerged from the bathroom and looked at the two women. "Selin! Bara! Behave yourselves. I won't have this from my whores!" Selin scrambled off the bed and knelt on the floor near the man's feet. "Mercy, Master! She attacked me because she fears you prefer me in bed!" Barbara didn't reply, as she could see most of Bruce's anger was directed towards the other woman.

          He took a riding crop from the nearby desk and began to lash at Selin's back. After a short time her back was red and covered in welts. He took her to a corner of the room where a chain was attached to the wall, and attached a collar to her neck. When he had secured her there, he used the riding crop to lash at her breasts, ignoring her moans of pain and pleas for mercy.

          Finally he came back to the bed, where Barbara had knelt watching what had occured. He ordered her to lay down, then climbed on her and began to fuck her. She felt him inside her, and she enjoyed the sensation as much as she had the night before. When he came in her, she enjoyed the sensation and found herself so stimulated that she came with a body trembling climax.

          Bruce reached to a side table and pushed a button. Then he asked her to suck his cock to revitalize it. He rolled on his back and she got on her hands and knees to do so. When he was erect again, he told her to slide herself into position on top of him and engage in another bout of passionate sex. She did so, again finding the sensations fantastic.

          While doing this, she heard the door, and Alfie's voice. "You rang, sir?" Bruce reached up and grabbed Barbara's shoulders, then spoke to his valet. "Yes, join us." Barbara was started by that and gasped. But then she felt the valet come behind her on the bed and start to force his cock in her rectum. Pinned in place by the Master, she could not stop the other man from entering her quite deep. She reeled as she felt herself penetrated by two men at once, and moaned.

          She felt Bruce pull her close to insert his cock in as far as possible, and she felt his dick spurt seed into her. Only moments later, Alfie filled her ass with more fluid. This time, she found no enjoyment in the passions, only the sensation of being attacked and violated.

          Alfie pulled back, got off the bed and went to where Selim was chained. She looked up and opened her mouth obediantly, taking in the man's cock for cleaning. Master Bruce pushed Barbara's head down to perform the same task on him. He spoke to the valet. "Take that damned bitch out of here. Chain her outside where she can contemplate how much punishment she'll get tomorrow morning. Then bring me another cunt. Hmmm... I have not had Harl 9245 in some time. She'll behave."

          While waiting, he took Barbara's right arm and ran his fingers over it. "I will have to figure out how you got that tattoo off. And we'll need to get it replaced. Well, it's not an urgent problem. Lay back on the bed." And then he fucked her again.

          She and Harl took turns servicing the Master through the night. Barbara now knew she had to get out of this house, as it just seemed to constantly get worse. The man had to go to sleep eventually. He did... but not until Barbara had laid her head down to rest and fallen fast asleep.

          It was the wait that was really getting to Supergirl. She was nervous about what she had to do, and very afraid that Barbara was probably suffering God only knew what while she was trapped on that other world. Kara kept visiting the science lab where they were working on the transporter controls. Each time, J'onn would say it wasn't quite ready yet and usher her out, telling her to be patient.

          Again Batgirl woke up disoriented and groggy. She felt sick when she realised what the morning meant. and stumbled along with Harl to the courtyard where the posts were set up. She looked down to where Selim was chained. The woman had been in the cool air all night and Barbara heard the woman sobbing in terror, wondering what was going to be done to her.

          Batgirl again moved in a bit of a daze as she was pushed to the second last post, next to Selin's. Barbara's hands were pulled up and put into the restraints. She heard Bruce up on that balcony call down a greeting to the man who came in to deal out the required punishment. "Hello, John. Harl 9245 and Bara 8327 have performed well. They are to get only two stokes each. Dira 4516 and Pam 4572 are rewarded for the submissiveness with their punishment reduced to four stokes."

          After a pause, Bruce continued. "Selin 3521 has displayed a severe lack of obedience and the basic evil that resides in a female cannot go unchecked. She must be severly punished for this. You are to deliver twenty strokes with the heavy whip to her back, then ten more to her front. As her owner, I authorise the letting of blood." At this statement, Selin began to whimper and shake, crying in her terror.

          Steward took the rope whip and went down the line snapping it into the back of the women, giving each the number of strokes they were to recieve. Barbara took the two strokes she was due, and was ashamed as she felt relieved her punishment was so much less than what she had taken the day before. But now Batgirl had to watch as Selin was tortured, and she feared what would happen to the other woman.

          The black man put away the whip he had been using, and pulled a different one out of the gym bag made of hard, dark leather. He snapped the first stroke and Barbara saw the red line it left on Selin's back oozing drops of blood. Again and again she was lashed, and after those twenty strokes her back was a bloody mess.

          She hung from the chains moaning in pain as John walked up to her and grabbed her arm. He spun her until her back was to the pole, then pushed her, forcing the tortured skin into close contact with the pole. She screamed in agony, and he flipped a leather belt around Selin and the pole, securing it to keep her in place. Then he moved back into position and gave the first of the ten strokes she was to have on the front of her body The first few lashed and cut her breasts, then he lashed her belly. He dropped strokes down to the front of her legs, but with three strokes to go Barbara watched in horror as he began to aim the whip across her crotch.

          The screams were terrible, and Selin's pitiful pleas for mercy were ignored. At the last stroke, tears dripped down into the blood that covered her. The valet moved to release the women from their restraints, and the first few ran to garb towels that had been on a table to one side. They took them and ran to try to help Selin, who would have collapsed to the ground if the manacles weren't holding her up.

          Alfie got down the row of posts and released Batgirl, then moved to free Selin's wrists. As he did, she dropped and several girls stood there and caught her. They supported her body and carried her back toward the mansion. At the door, Bruce stood and watched the woman being carried in. Still aware of her surrounding, Selim tried feebly to speak. "Forgive me Master..."

          But Bruce spoke out as he turned to Alfie. "After the women bandage her up, have a transport here to take her away. She's going to the breeding farm." Selin heard this and cried out. "NO!!!"

          Barbara heard this and turned to Bruce. "Breeding farm? What the hell is that?" The man stared back at Batgirl and suddenly an expression of realization came over him. Then he turned and went back in the house. Barbara looked back in the courtyard and nearly got sick as she saw some of the girls begging John Steward for a chance to service him.

          Back inside, Selin was being treated to clean and wrap the wounds over much of her body. She suffered, for no matter which way she lay she was applying pressure to a part of her body that was in agony. She was only able to rest for a short time and then a pair of men entered and placed a leather collar on her neck. Attaching a short chain, one pulled her along to take her away.

          J'onn finally called Kara into the lab and told her they were nearly ready to make the attempt to send her to that other world. He sat her down and reached over to clip a silver bracelet to her right wrist.

        "This unit has built in circuitry that will help us keep a lock on you when you need to return. It also has two lights on the front. The red light will tell you we have contact wth you and know where you are. When the green light comes on, we are ready to pull you back and you will have to hold onto Batgirl to pull her back with you. This little button you can push when you find her and we will know you have done that."

        Supergirl nodded. "So I just find her, signal you, and you will bring us back?" The Martian paused before replying. "Not exactly. A study of what happened shows that the sunspot surge on our end occurred when a thunderstorm provided a high energy source in that world. We can't get energy on both ends of the transfer this time, so we will need to build a huge charge in the capacitors to go with all we can get from the solar panels and off the reactor on the Watchtower. To do so will mean using all that power to send you out, then rebuilding the power supply to retrieve the pair of you. It should take about two to three hours."

        Kara didn't like the sound of that. "After I get there, even if I find Batgirl right away, we'll have to wait that long for you to pull us back?" Supergirl really had a bad feeling about this part of the plan. But she felt she could handle any problems that might come up. She was Supergirl, for pete's sake!

        The pair went to the transporter pad, and she saw a number of packets of electronics had been mounted on and wired into the teleport controls. She felt the men were sure this would work, but she didn't like the jury-rigged appearance of the gear she would be betting her life on. But she stood there and gave all the people in the room a confident looking smile. Her cousin was standing to one side and he smiled over, signaling a thumbs-up. She told J'onn that she was ready.

          Barbara sat by the pool, in shock over what she had witnessed. Then Bruce appeared in the doorway and called her over. "Follow me!" They went through the manor to a library, where he swung forward a section of the wall. She followed him down a long spiral staircase to a hidden subterranean complex. So, she realized, this place also had a Batcave.

          They came to a table where her Batgirl uniform was laying out. He fingered it for a moment and then turned to face her. "It was the tattoo. I spent so much time wondering how it could have been removed, or why you would have taken it off, that I never figured it out. I wasted time wondering how Bara 8372 could get together this bizarre outfit and why she would be stumbling about Gothic City in it."

          "But when you asked what a breeding farm was, I knew that you aren't Bara 8372, but a copy of here from a world totally unlike ours. Bara would never have asked that question. You didn't remove the tattoo, you never had one. It would seem that God sent you here to learn humility and be taught what the proper place is for a cunt."

          Barbara sighed. Now he knew her secret. Would this make it better or worse. Having seen Selin's recent fate, she now knew it could get very much worse for her. "And what is a breeding farm?"

          He stared at her. "A place for females who do not deserve the soft life that some get here. They never have the comfort of a man's cock, so they are declitted when they arrive. Then artificial insemination ensures the production of a large litter of bitches every 8 months. As soon as a batch is pumped out, the breeders are re-seeded. During this process they are hooked up to machines that constantly milk them for a supply of food for the young. A breeder will sometimes last four or five years before her body gives out."

          She imagined the horror of such a fate, and knew why Selin and reacted in terror when she was told where she was to go. "Is that what will happen to me?"

          Bruce thought about it. "That will depend on your behavior. If you do well while you are here, you can enjoy the time until I grow tired of you. Most of my bitches are sold off to service elsewhere. I think your father... that is Bara's father... indicated he was interesting in buying you back when I was finished with you."

          Barbara trembled at the suggestion but her reaction was masked by the sudden flickering of the lights in the cave. Electricity sizzled in the air, and a couple of the overhead lights popped, sending a shower of sparks down to the floor.

          Bruce opened a cabinet and quickly donned tights, cowl and a cape. He was a costumed avenger in Gothic City, and felt something was about to happen. The night that Bara 8372 disappeared, there had been a short, intense thunderstorm with oddities in the power grid similar to what he saw now. Was it happening again?

          Kara watched as switches were thrown and she sensed the vast amount of energy being focused into the transporter controls. She hoped J'onn had figured correctly and that the electronics could handle the strain. He looked over and waved her towards the pad. Then she heard him start to count down from twenty. Supergirl stood on the transport pad holding her breath, and heard J’onn reach zero. Then he energized the unit, and Kara felt slightly disoriented.

          Suddenly she was in another place, and she recognized it. She’d been to the Batcave a few times, and she looked about and wondered where Barbara was. She walked a little to her right, and saw a man in a somewhat familiar costume step out and confront her.

He stared at her. “Hello, stranger. I recognize the ‘S’ emblem on your chest. Have you traveled here from a strange world like your Bara did to learn to be a submissive slave? My friend Supremo from Mega City has the same emblem. Are you known as Supremo Woman?”

Kara watched the man, marveling how much he resembled Batman. One difference she saw was that there was no bat symbol on his chest. “My name is Supergirl, and my cousin Superman is waiting for me to get Batgirl and bring her home. Stay out of the way… whoever you are.”

He chuckled. “Supergirl? Batgirl? You are both too mature to be refered to so childishly. I am Nightman, and you are in my Nightcave now, so you will have to follow my rules. Do you have the powers I think you do? Nearly invulnerable, strength, speed, vision attributes?” He saw Kara nod. "I suppose bullets bounce off you…” He picked up a pistol that had been on a nearby table. “…do you mind if I see for sure?”

Kara was a little shocked to see the man holding the weapon. Batman back home always avoided handling a gun. She checked it over quickly to see what he was up too, but relaxed when she saw it was an ordinary pistol with regular steel bullets. “Sure, go ahead.” Supergirl took a deep breath and held her arms at her side, pushing her chest out. Nightman smiled as he watched this, then lifted the pistol and fired.

The bullet hit her in the chest and stopped, dropping to the floor. Nightman smiled. "I see, you are nearly invulnerable, like Supremo. Very impressive. He always likes when criminals shoot at him. He's such a pompous showoff." The masked man walked to a cabinet and put the gun down. He opened a drawer, and pulled out a chunk of rock about the size of a small cantalope. It was a dull luminescent grey-green, and he walked towards Kara, who shuddered from the quick sensation of intense pain that came over her.

"He has a weakness, he can't stand exposure to this rare mineral, called katanite. I see you also are vulnerable to it." He got close to Supergirl, and she tried to stumble backwards, away from that rock, but could not as she backed into the wall of this part of the Nightcave. She was sweating and breathing hard as her legs grew weak and she crumpled to her knees.

He held the katanite nearly touching her with one hand as his other pulled up on the top of her costume, exposing her breasts. He poked at one, cupped and squeezed it. "You have a wonderful body, bitch. You have to learn that on this world it doesn't belong to you, it belongs to your master. You were sent here to serve me and become my slave." Then his free hand went down to reach under her skirt and he pulled her panties down. He poked a couple of fingers into her crotch. "You'll spread your legs whenever I order you to. Do you understand, slave?"

Kara didn't answer. She could not summon the strength to stop the man from pawing at her. She trembled with fear as she realized that she was totally helpless. She winced from the pain wracking her body and totally collapsed to lay flat on the floor. Nightman lay the chunk of katanite on the ground in front of her, and Kara knew she didn't even have the strength to reach out and try to push it away.

          Nightman towered over her. Suddenly he heard a voice growl out an angry statement. "Damn you, get away from her!" He turned and saw Barbara standing nearby. She had donned her tights, cowl, belt and boots and was pulling on her gloves. "She is my friend, come to help me, and I won't let you harm her. We are not your slaves, damnit!"

          He looked her over and smiled. "That is a fascinating outfit. It looks very good on you. But there is a saying, 'My house, my rules.' You two are on my world and you're are not going anywhere. Take that clothing off and get up to my bedroom. It's time for you to do the one thing bitches are good for."

          Pulling a Bat-a-rang from her belt she threw it and it passed close by Nightman, who dodged to his right even though the toss hadn't been close. He laughed. "You missed! You fight like a girl!" She lunged at him, striking out with blows using her fists and legs. Nightman blocked her attacks and struck back, with blows that she also blocked. They fought back and forth in the room.

          Batgirl came close, but never managed to get a solid blow into her opponent. Nightman, on the other hand, did occasionally slip a punch, chop or kick into Barbara. She had done well for a while, but now she was favoring her right leg due to the pain in her knee where he had kicked her. She could no longer get the same snap into her swings at the man, because of the blows she had taken to her shoulders and arms.

          He tried to get her to surrender. "You can't win, and you know it. Just strip that uniform off and go up to the bedroom. Accept what you are. Females are inferior. You are not as strong or as tough as a man." Batgirl sighed. "You're right... we are not as tough or as strong. But we are smarter!"

          The sudden grin on Batgirl's face made Nightman tense up. He wondered what she was up to. Did she have some kind of trick up her sleeve? Then he winced in agony as a horridly painful sensation appeared on his left shoulder. A quick glance showed smoke and smoldering in his costume there.

          He turned around and saw Supergirl was sitting upright. her eyes glowing a bright red as she directed a shaft of heat vision onto her tormentor. Kara's voice shook a little as she spoke. "You laughed at Batgirl when she threw her Bat-a-rang. You never considered she wasn't throwing it at you!" The Nightman noticed the katanite was no longer on the floor next to Kara, it had been struck and rolled to one side, far enough from the Kryptonian lass to allow her to recover slightly from its effects.

          While the man had his attention drawn to Kara, Batgirl stepped over to a workbench and picked up a wrench. She came up behind Nightman and cracked him hard on the head with it, dropping him to the floor. Then she took out a small injector unit from her belt and gave him a dose of a heavy sedative.

          "That should keep him out for several hours." Then she hurried over to Kara. "How are you doing?" Supergirl winced. "Not great, that stone is still close enough to be really uncomfortable." Batgirl went and picked up the chunk of katanite. She moved to the cabinet where she'd seen Nightman get it. The drawer she looked at was lead lined, and she put the mineral away.

          Kara stood up. "Ohhh... that feels much better. Thanks." Batgirl walked back and put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Glad to help. Thank you for coming here after me. Can we get back home?" Supergirl showed Barbara the bracelet and explained its operation. With time to waste, they decided to stay down in the cave. This was no time to chance encountering more people. They walked about, looking over the equipment and displays.

          Then the light on the bracelet turned green, and the two women embraced and held each other tight as Supergirl pushed the button to return them to their home world. At once, they were back on the Watchtower, surrounded by friends who congratulated the women on their successful return.

        Batgirl told all of them much of what had happened to her while on the other side. She did not go into any details about her time in Bruce Wayern's bed, as she was too embarrased with how that part of her ordeal had seemed to her.

          On the other world, Nightman awoke eventually and found a red-haired young women kneeling nearby, sobbing. Bara 8372 weakly spoke through her tears. "Master, I have been through a great ordeal. I was in a strange place with strange individuals. I was very afraid. I did not ever want to leave you Master, please believe me! I am so glad I was returned to you!"

          Nightman saw the tattoo on her arm and knew that this was the Bara of his world. He patted her on the shoulder. "Calm down, slave. You did nothing wrong. Go upstairs to the master bedroom, and I shall join you shortly."

          A day later, Barbara Gordon drove to Wayne Manor and parked near the front entrance. She went to the door and rang the bell, taking a deep breath. Alfred opened the door and noted the young woman, dressed in bright yellow leather boots and a calf-length blue-grey topcoat with a yellow sash. "Ms. Gordon! It is always pleasant to see you. I understand you are recovering from a most difficult ordeal. I hope you are feeling properly recuperated."

        He held the door as she entered. "Thank you, Alfred. It was quite difficult, but it is behind me and I will have to get over what happened." The butler held out a hand. "May I take your coat?" Barbara shook her head, "No, thank you. Could I see Bruce?" Alfred nodded, "This way, Miss."

        Alfred led her to the library, where Bruce sat in an overstuffed chair reading. The butler announced, "Ms. Gordon, sir," then bowed and left. Bruce put the book aside and got up to approach his guest. "Are you alright? Could it be you just need someone to talk to?"

        Barbara nodded. "Yes, you've guessed it. I need to confide in someone." She then went over what had happened, but in greater detail. She told of the sessions in bed with Bruce Wayern and all the pleasure and pain she had experienced. Batman did not interrupt her story as she spoke. When she got to the end, he let what she'd said run through his mind, analyzing what had happened and how she must feel about it.

        "I had some time in that horrid world where I was very happy. I miss that. And I wonder if you and I can recreate it..." She undid the sash of her coat and took it off, allowing it to drop to the floor. Now she was totally nude except for her boots, which Bruce noticed were the ones from her Batgirl costume. He held out a hand, which Barbara reached out to take. "Very well, Barbara. Shall we retire to the bedroom?"

        Alfred wondered why Ms. Gordon had come this evening to visit Master Bruce. Probably to discuss matters of their costumed lives, he thought. He returned to the door of the library, and knocked. Perhaps they would like some refreshments? But there was no answer. He opened the door and saw they were no longer in the library. He suspected they were working on some matter down in the Batcave. As he was about to return to the butler's pantry, he noticed Ms. Gordon's coat on the floor. He shook his head, picked it up and ran his hand over it to knock out any wrinkles. He went to the front hall and hung the coat up, and then his cell phone beeped.

        It was Master Bruce on the phone. "Alfred, would you please put a bottle of champagne on ice and bring it up to my bedroom. Also, get together a tray of cheese and fruit for a snack." Alfred acknowledged he would be very happy to do so. Then he heard a woman's voice murmur in the backround, and Master Bruce chuckled. "Oh, yes... and see if we have any fresh oysters in the refrigerator, Alfred. Barbara thinks they would be appropriate!"

        Alfred hung up and paused a few seconds to consider the matter. Master Bruce and Ms. Gordon? Hmmm. She was a little young for him. But they did have so many interests in common. He proceeded down to the wine cellar, took a bottle of champagne (one of the better vintages, as he felt the occasion warranted it) and then got the other things the Master had requested. As he thought about it, he realised that the two of them would make a really wonderful couple.