Please note: The original villains in this piece are mine. Any similarities between them or anyone else in real life to people are coincidental. Batgirl and any other heroes mentioned belong to the DC Universe. I own nothing.
Chapter 1
I loved my job, but sometimes one of the things that it did was fail to make my life any easier. Being the second highest ranking person in the Gotham Public Library had numerous: advantages. Some of which were the personal interactions with the public. The freedom to pass on the “busy work” to underlings allows me to have the time to do extra research on my tough cases as Batgirl. Another was the ability of taking off some time in the middle of the day without having to give an explanation to my boss, the insufferable Carter Hitchens.
The same things that made it advantageous could also be detriments. Like now for instance, one of friends from my college days was in the library, Lesley Freeman. We had met in college my second year in due to an introduction to modern philosophy class. I got the highest grade in the class barely beating Lesley for the honor. And for some reason, that fact had caused Lesley to always try and out do me in any thing she could. Not that she did, but that was little reason for her to stop trying. Each time she failed until Lesley took the fight to me in a social context. I never cared about popularity, and if she wanted to use hers to bad mouth me, let her. I had and still have better things to spend time on.
I had not seen Lesley for a while, which was fine by me, till she started dating my boss. Time had not changed Lesley in the least. She had the same 5’6” frame, with her long brunette hair and 117 lbs. and 35C-24-35 attracting men was never a problem for her. Even the over coat she wore could not hide her figure, not that she ever tried.
“Hello Barbara,” greeted Lesley “have you seen Carter? He was supposed to meet me here for our lunch date. By the way, have you meet anyone of interest lately? I keep telling Carter we need to double date. Of course we will have to get you some decent clothes first.”
“He is in his office, Lesley. He left word that you can go in as soon as you arrive,” saying trying to send the woman on her way.
“So have you decided where you are taking your vacation? Please don’t tell me that you are still considering New York? I mean the clubs there are not anything like the ones in France! But I guess the trip is a bit pricey.” Damn so much for that plan.
I had to take a vacation to cover Batman going out of town for the case he was working on. So I was stuck here in Gotham, but I did not have to let her know that. So I went for the safe reply of “I will be taking care of my grandmother for the week it’s been forever since I got to see her.”
A smile appeared on her face when she replied, “No worries, I am sure you will have a wonderful time. When do you leave?” The smile did not do anything to hide the better you than me attitude of hers.
“Actually, I pack tonight, and it seems that my shift is ending as soon as you and carter get back from lunch. Take care Lesley,” if she wasn’t going to take the hint I would have to take matters into my own hands “I will call Carter so you can leave.”
One good thing about the conversation with Lesley was that it reminded me my plans for tonight. Big Anthony, a new pimp Batman had mentioned was giving the police some trouble, and an introduction to Batgirl was in order.
I headed for the rooftops to retrieve the camera that I had left to cover one of the corners said to be under Big Anthony’s control. Two heartbeats later and I was headed back with the flash drive I had retrieved. Batman would want to see the evidence to be used against the pimp, so I headed to drop it off at the Bat Cave.
Once inside the cave, I moved to the computer and inserted the drive to see how well the evidence turned out. The monitor came to life in a few seconds, showing a blonde haired woman dressed in a short mini skirt, a low cut blouse and 3 inch heels to entice customers. After a few minutes, three men came up, surrounding the hooker. One was clearly in charge, an African American man over 6’ 5” and two shorter Caucasian men.
“What cha doing on my corner, whore?” the tallest of the men said. “IF you want to be a working girl around these parts, you need to understand that all action goes through us. Grab her boys; let’s teach this bitch a lesson.”
The two men each grabbed an arm of the blonde haired woman, while she pleaded for mercy. “Please, don’t hurt me! I didn’t know!!!!” she shrieked, but the men made no indication her pleas would do her any good.
Big Anthony laughed as he loomed over his victim. “I hate stupid whores; don’t yaw know the price to be paid for working my streets? Teach her a lesson boys, but I want her back to work for me in a few more days.”
Before the two men holding the woman could acknowledge the order, the blonde stomped the foot of the man on her right with all her weight. While the blow did not render the man out of the fight, it did cause him to release the girl’s right arm. With one arm free, the woman then used her left arm to pivot her remaining captor into the man on her right. The throw caused both men to crash into each other. The impact sent both men to the ground, where they were unable to defend themselves from the blonde delivering two swift kicks to each man’s jaw.
“Who are you bitch??!!” growled Big Anthony.
“I am the one who just ended your pimping career. Not that you had a big career mind you, I mean stupid criminals are never hard to catch,” was the response Big Anthony heard.
“I wonder how smart you will feel giving out blow jobs for anyone with a few bucks in his hand? And that will be after I beat some manners into you slut!”
In response the woman on the camera never took her eyes off the pimp, but did remove her high heels to face the toughest of the three men. After circling for a few seconds, it seemed Big Anthony knew all he needed to. With a yell designed to freeze an opponent in fear, Big Anthony charged forward, only to be sidestepped by the woman, who then delivered a reverse crescent kick aimed at the pimps head. The blow stunned Big Anthony, and left him defenseless to the follow up blows to the man’s left knee and his solar plexus. Big Anthony was systematically worn down by the woman’s well aimed blows to his body.
I advanced the flash drive to when the police arrived and took the criminals into custody.
“Well what do you think Alfred?” I asked.
“Very good job Miss Barbara, but why did you allow the two lackeys to get so close?”
I thought about his question and answered, “I had been watching Anthony and his crew for a while now. The three knew how to fight together, and catching them one on one could be done but woulda taken a lot longer. Also in case you didn’t notice the pimp was tough, not skilled but he could take pain, and I had to wear him down to put him out without killing him. To do that, I need his bodyguards outta the way, and outta the way quickly. Allowing them getting close and off guard was the best way to do it.”
After a brief pause of consideration, he nodded, then he added “Are you going home now Miss Barbara?”
“Wasn’t planning on it with Bruce on duty with the case he’s on. Why?”
“Well, you may not know, but Master Bruce has the Gotham Library monitored with video cameras at all times, mostly as a security precaution. Do you remember last year when the Joker made threats against your father?”
“Yes, go on.”
“Well there’s been an incident at the library.”
“WHAT!!!! WHY?? I wasn’t even there.”
“I think you should see for yourself.” As he fired up the huge screen hooked up to the surveillance system.
Chapter 2
The monitor showed Carter and Lesley entering through the library double front doors, passing by the people waiting at the information desk. Carter was wearing a casual pair of grey dress pants with a dark long sleeve shirt. His tie was a cascade of red and white colors with a black background. Lesley wore an elegant red dress and heels. Her dress hung to her form like a second skin.
“I can’t believe you left the concert tickets in your desk Carter. You know how long I have been waiting to see this,” Lesley chastised Carter, “We can’t be late, I have waited three months for this event.”
Carters replied “No need to worry, we have plenty of time. Please be a dear and wait here Lesley” As he walked into his office so he missed what Lesley and the other occupants did not.
Lesley and the other library occupants turned back to the front door where a ball of purple light was starting to form. A gasp or two was heard through the speakers in the cave, but most were silent as the light grew larger. The crowd seemed mesmerized as the light pulsed, almost hypnotically, for almost a full minute. The spell was broken when the purple light seemed to erupt, leaving in its wake a humanoid figure.
The library occupants, Lesley included, snapping out of their daze made a hasty run for cover. None of them got very far before the humanoid figure touched a silver colored band on his left wrist, causing a blue light to encompass the library inhabitants. The effect of the blue light was easily ascertained by the sudden lack of movement it caused among the fleeing crowd.
I got to get a good look at the humanoid figure as he walked among his frozen captives. The figure was male, about 265 lbs on his 6’6” light olive colored frame, and none of his weight could have been called excess fat. He was bald without facial hair, except for his eye brows, which matched the color of his silver eyes. His shirt, if it could be called that, was definitely for a warmer climate than Gotham in December. It looked like straps of black leather help together by rings of silver, leaving the arms bare. His leggings were also made of the same material, but it was one piece causing no need for the silver rings. Both wrists were covered with silver bands of metal.
He then touched his right arm band, which emitted another beam of light, this time gold. The gold light seemed to take shape of another man. The two seemed to be communicating, but I could not make any sense out of their alien tongue that they were using. I engaged the alien translator on Batman’s computer.
It was obvious the hologram was getting more and more upset the longer the two talked, till finally the hologram touched his wrist to a similar type device, breaking the link they were using to communicate. The only reaction this caused in our Gotham intruder was what I guessed to be a chuckle of someone very pleased with himself.
My thoughts were interrupted as the alien broke the silence by announcing, “I have come to this world so I can lay claim to what is mine on my own world: Kristas. According to the Covenants of the ONE, as is my right I chose this female as my choice to do battle with General Valdon. So swears Major Havoc, soon to be ruler of the Royal Isles.”
Major Havoc, then walked up to Lesley, touched her with his right hand, and used his left to touch his arm band. The light was once again purple that came from the band and for two minutes it built up size and power, then erupted dazing all in view of the light. When my eyes cleared Lesley and the Major were gone.
“Damn it, why can’t things ever be simple in Gotham? Alfred do we still have the universal translator?”
“The one Batman brought back from the outer space mission last year? Yes, it should be in the far trophy case Miss Barbara.”
“Great! That should be a big help, now for the tough part.”
“What would that be Miss Barbara?”
“Talking to my boss and getting clues to where they went.”
It took me less than an hour to charge up the translator and get back to the library. The police had already let most of the witnesses go, except for the employees still working. The receptionist, Mrs. Grant, was unable to add anything that I did not already have from the video Alfred showed me.
Carter was finishing talking to a police officer, when I walked up to them. I knew the officer, he was a decent fellow, and he was happy to give me a list of the witnesses and a copy of their statements.
“Batgirl, can I get a moment of your time please?” Carter asked me.
I was about to agree, but then I noticed his eyes on me. He wasn’t looking at me like someone who could help get his girlfriend back, he was looking for replacement. “Sorry Mr. Hitchens, I really need to get on this case, the first twelve hours are the most important, and I really need to get a move on it.”
“Great, I will walk you to your motorcycle then,” he persisted.
“Better keep up then,” I told him as I moved very quickly towards the parking lot. I should know better than this by now, the only clue Carter Hitchens would ever get would be if he was hit by a clue by four.
“I want to offer a $50,000 reward for Lesley Freeman’s safe return. I have the cash, and no questions will be asked.”
Had I misread him?? “Where did you get that type of excess cash Mr. Hitchens?”
“Would it help if I told you my father’s last name was Archmont?”
“Okay, but sorry, but I have to ask, does anyone else know of your heritage? Being the second richest family in Gotham might be the reason Lesley was kidnapped.”
“No, no one else knows, and we will soon be the richest family in Gotham,” Carter bragged. Now I knew what was coming next. Without missing a beat Carter plowed on “Well, please feel free to keep me updated, and here is my personal contact information. Call me with any news, or if you want to take a break from fighting crime.”
My retort was cut short by a flash of bright gold light from the library doors. “Call the police! And stay out here!” I did not wait and see if Carter did as I ordered. This was the best chance I had to save Lesley.
As I charged in to the library, a figure was emerging from the gold light. The first thing I noticed was it was a man with a full head of long gold hair. This meant that rushing in might have been a foolish move. Major Havoc had proven to be a threat to the general population and their immediate safety. This guy was an unknown. Did it mean he was more or less dangerous, only time would answer the questions to that and other things coming to mind. I also had a strong feeling that doing the wrong thing would be better than doing nothing.
I activated the translator on my utility belt, and grabbed two knockout gas pellets. Expect the best, but be prepared for the worst was a motto that had served me well in the past. So why change it now? I also took a little time to take in the rest of the being differences from the first. He wasn’t as tall, being just over 6’, his metal bands on his wrists were gold plated along with the rings holding the leather strips together.
The similarities were striking also, he had the same olive skin tone, and he was just as solidly built as the Major did.
“Okay, tall, bright and fearsome, no sudden moves or I will have to ask my questions while I am knocking you unconscious.”
His response was to slowly turn to face me, which was a good sign, but I don’t think the threat of my words were what caused him to move slowly. Maybe it was that he was being addressed in his own language? Oh well, this stand off was not answering any of my questions, so might as well do something useful with the chance I had before me.
“What are you called?”
He laughed at the question, but he answered it with a low voice, “The people of the southern most isle in the Crimson Sea call me Valdon, son of Kraug. I also want to have a duplicate of what transpires here, do you mind if I do so?”
“Sure just do it slowly.” I tensed as he moved his left hand to his right arm band, but he did what I asked about moving slowly so I didn’t object as a ray of light shot out from his arm band and struck the wall. No damage was done by the light to the wall, but I could see us clear as day on the wall where he arm band was shining on.
“Thanks for the measure of trust you have shown. What are you called female?”
“For starters, you can call me Batgirl. We had an incident earlier with a Major Havoc who looks and dresses a lot like you. Where is he?”
“Ahhhh, so I am at the right place then, Havoc stole one of your females then?”
“Yes and now answer my question please, WHERE ARE THEY?”
“He was pretty clear about his intentions, I believe. I have known Havoc for many cycles. Being unclear is not one of his faults. Unless he did not tell you that he intends to challenge me to rule our realm via the Covenants of the ONE on our home world. Were you not informed of this?”
I did not like the way this was going. I needed more information to help Lesley, and while he was answering my questions, it just was not fast enough. I needed the information to ask the right questions to figure out how to rescue Lesley.
“Yes, he was clear in his statements to that effect, but what do they mean?”
“Maybe I can help,” he countered “may I ask some questions of you to make this easier to understand?”
“Sure, what do you want to know? I will give you 5 minutes of questions in exchange for the same. Do we have an agreement?”
“Yes, first, you want to make sure the female Havoc took comes to no harm, correct?”
“Of course.”
“Are you willing to travel to my world with me to stop the major from hurting your friend? Are you willing to be an instrument in his schemes ending? Before you answer, you should also know that IF Havoc defeats me, he and his minions will continue to raid this place and take more of your kind to our world.”
“I was afraid I would have to do something like travel to your world to get her back, stopping this from ever happening again is a bonus.”
“Good, now last question, are you mated to anyone on this world?”
“What!!!! I am not going to answer a question like that, and it’s not any of your business!!”
“On our world women are protected and used to endure the survival of our kind. If you have a mate then YOU will not be going with me. Now answer the question.”
“If you mean am I married? Then the answer is no, I have no commitments to any man to bear his children or raise his family. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes, very much so.” Then he touched his arm band and hit something. I barely heard him continue speaking. “I, Valdon son of Kraug, accept challenge given by Major Havoc in accordance with the Covenants of the ONE. I claim this female to be my instrument of victory in this challenge to my rule of the Royal Isles.” Then he moved to grab me and picked me up and took us through a bright gold light.
I realized, as darkness was about to take me, I never did get to ask my questions.
Chapter 3
I woke up being gently nudged by a big hand on my shoulder and General Valdon kneeling above me.
“I usually have better things to do than being kidnapped, but if you don’t give me a reason for this. One of us is going to be in a world of hurt!” I threatened General Valdon.
If my threat was of any concern to General Valdon, he gave no indication of it. He actually looked amused as he responded, “Glad to see you injuries are not dire, little b’v’nor.”
I got to my feet, refusing his hand he offered for support. My surroundings were of what looked like a forest of trees to my right. The similarities to Earth ended there, while the trees were similar, the sky was a light greenish color, and the ground was made of a puce colored substance that acted like sand. The temperature was bearable but barely. Shade was going to be a necessary thing soon or I would sweat away to nothing. The two moons in the sky were also a give away that this wasn’t Kansas anymore.
“Now that we established that I am in good health, care to explain to me what the plan is to rescue Lesley form the Major?”
“Rescue? No but your friend will be safe and sound soon enough. First we have to get you prepared for the Trials to come. Then once I win the Trials, you will be able to leave with Havoc’s chosen instrument. But Havoc is not lacking in intelligence, he has chosen this contest thinking he can win. We will know more once the terms of the Trials are determined.”
“What will he choose? I mean what are his options?”
The General was silent for a moment thinking over his answer before responding, “I am not sure. The Trail tween the two of you can be physical, mental or something even as simple as a race. But it most also relate to the prize to be won. He could not for instance challenge me to a writing poetry Trial, win and then claim to be a better leader than me because The ONE saw to his victory. He is challenging me for leadership, so the contest must have elements of it in the Trials.
“Come let’s get moving. Once home at Keepstone, we can find out what Havoc has in store for the trials.”
We walked a short distance to the trees I first saw, and then around a bend to a vehicle that looked like a bike of sorts. It was gold colored and had handle bars, a seat long enough for a person sleep on. There were two of them, and Valdon assured me that he would set mine to follow his to Keepstone. I did not see a way to communicate with the General. The trip was quite, except for slight hum of the engine as it propelled us through the sky to his home.
Once we landed in a courtyard, we were greeted by a male wearing the same leather bands as the General, and his links were silver like the ones that Major Havoc wore. He also was as heavy as either of the previous two males of the species I had met. The rest of the males in the courtyard were also very heavyset and muscular. The women I saw were all tall, with Mohawks ranging in color to bright orange to black. I even saw a woman with pure white. The lengths the females wore them also varied from short to braided all the way down one’s back. The females also wore clothing similar to the men, strips of leather with connected to oval metal bands of varying color. The General introduced him as Major Dorgan.
‘What are the latest reports?” asked the General of Major Dorgan. The answers were, I would have guessed, basic everyday information, nothing I needed to know till Major havoc was mentioned.
“Are the rumors true General Valdon? Has Major Havoc challenged you to take over as military ruler of the Isles? Is that why he has requested you to contact him the moment you arrived?”
“Yes, he has legally challenged for the right to rule. The ONE may even grant him the opportunity to rule one day, but that day is far from being anytime soon.”
“Are we sticking to protocol then and hearing the terms of the Trials at dusk, or do you know what’s what already?”
“For some reason,” said General Valdon, “He is sticking to protocol, but all will be revealed as to what the trials will be by tonight.”
“Good the sooner the better”, I chimed in. I was not used to being ignored so I made my prescience be known.
Dorgan took notice of me for the first time. But he did calmly ask the General, “Is this female here because of the Trials?”
“Yes,” answered the General, “Havoc choose a female of her world to be his instrument of victory, so I did the same. He is not going to claim the Trials are not legitimate cause he had a ‘handicap’.”
“And you chose her? WHY?! Wasn’t there someone you could have picked who wasn’t so hideous she has to wear a mask?”
I broke out laughing before Valdon could move, but there was an expression I had not seen before on his face, and I feared for Dorgan’s safety. The Major was unaware of the General’s reaction as he stared at me with a look of confusion. That was a good of a reason as any to ‘educate’ him some. Fortunately for Dorgan, some lessons are less painful than others.
“I can see why General Valdon has you on greeting duty Major,” I told him, “You must do a lot less harm here saying polite ‘hellos’ than actually doing anything important you can screw up. After all, real work would require intelligence, which you clearly lack. Or is it acceptable to judge everything by how it looks on this world?”
The look of confusion was replaced by hatred as he looked at me, but before any action or response could be given, General Valdon said “Go about you duties Major, I know what I am doing.” As he dismissed the officer Valdon moved me along to keep walking into the base known as Keepstone.
“Yes sir!” was Dorgan’s immediate response, but I swear I could feel his eyes on my back. The sooner this job was done the better.
Everyone we encountered greeted the General with respect, but I got some unusual looks along the way but most were of indifference. I wonder if Batman would have gotten the same reaction. Probably not.
We walked through a few rooms into a chamber with a pedestal and chairs facing it in a semi circle made of wood and clothe of some type. General Valdon walked to the pedestal and touched some controls on it.
A few seconds later a hologram appeared in the middle of the room of Major Havoc and Lesley Freeman. The Major was dressed as he appeared in the Gotham Library, metal bands and leather straps, but Lesley was no longer wearing the evening dress she had on a few hours ago. Instead she was kneeling on the ground, head bowed and in a submissive manner. Her long hair was braided in the custom of the women of this world, and she also was wearing the leather straps that passed for fashion in these parts. But hers were of a red color, while the metal links were the same silver as the ones on Major Havoc’s uniform. The leather straps did nothing to hide Lesley’s body from the attention anyone wanted to give it. Her breasts were bear, but one of the small leather type straps supported her C cup frame, actually they looked bigger due to the straps. A red leather collar was also on her neck. I had seen g-string bikini’s with more material.
I moved forward to get Major Havoc’s attention and demand Lesley’s release, but getting his attention was unnecessary. “Ah General Valdon, I see you have the female you claimed you would use to win the Trials, now would you like to hear what the battle field we will be waging our war will be on?”
Before the general could respond I stepped in, “Release her you fiend! If I have to search this entire planet to send you butt to jail, it’ll be worth it! If one hair of her is harmed I will see to it that your days and nights are filled with so much remorse that you will wish you had chosen to accept you lot in life, rather that try and rule here.”
Major Havoc did not seem to be fazed by my threat; after all he didn’t know who was making it. But time changes so many things. Lesley’s freedom would be one of many.
“Havoc I have accepted the challenge. Now before I lose my patience state your terms before you are declared an enemy of the state. And then even IF you win, you will be unable to rule,” General Valdon threatened.
Havoc laughed, but the mirth could still be heard in his voice. “It is really a simple matter to determine the winner of this contest of wills. The winner will be the one with the best trained gopsan at the end of 5 days time. Do you find it acceptable to prove our leadership skills in this manner? Of course you do, the only other choice is forfeit. Now your turn General, name the Judges and Activities.”
“The Judges shall be the two of us and the Papal of the ONE.” There was a hint of anger in his voice that indicated things were not going to his plan, but he continued on, “The Activities will be three events we submit. The Papal will decide his activity last. The gopsan to finish first or performs the best, depending upon the activity, will win the Activity. Best two outta three wins. Unless you would like to forfeit now?”
“Terms have been offered and accepted,” replied Major Havoc, “May the ONE have mercy on the loser, for I know I shall not.”
I was at a loss as to how this happened. I thought I understood the terms and goals of our challenge, but some of the conditions set made no sense to me. I needed answers and Valdon looked to be the only person to give them. Problem was wondering how reliable his answers were going to be, and even more worried about how well I would like them.
“Okay what just happened,” trying not to sound as lost as I felt, “and why is he going to be a judge of anything?? That’s crazy to let him have any say so in who determines a winner, what is a gopsan? How the hell long is 5 days here?”
“Calm down gopsan,” Valdon tried to assure me, “not all is lost. You and the other Earth female are the gopsans the reason he is a judge is for your protection. A judge can be part of, but cannot interfere with a Trial. If I did not make him a judge, he could have you killed and claim victory. This naming him a judge stops that from happening. The Papal is a neutral person who follows the Laws of the ONE above all things else. So if he says we win, it will be because we won. I am a judge so that I can counter act any advantage the position gives Major Havoc. The reason for various activities is that it negates the fact he gets in claiming the setting.
“I am not sure but I think a day here is 25 of your hours. And in anticipation to your first objection, you may not need my protection, but the others under my house do. I do not want a failed attempt on your life to take someone else by mistake. This prevents any attempts from misfiring. Does that help answer your questions?” asked General Valdon.
“Sure, all but one,” I replied, “And that answer is…….?” Did he think I wasn’t smart enough to notice?
“”A gopsan is many things; you humans don’t have an exact match for it. But we might be able to give you an idea while we get you suitably attired for your role as a gopsan, does that sound fair?” asked the General.
I was starting to feel like a mouse about to get caught in a trap, but like all good traps, seeing exactly what you needed to avoid isn’t so easy. So I answered with the only reasonable option left to me, “Lead the way.”
We walked a short distance, through a lot of twist and turns into a room with wide variety of clothes, or what I assumed were for what passes as a clothes shop here. Valdon left me with a woman to help me dress in the red leather stripes gopsan outfit. The out fit she had me try on, while not conservative, it didn’t even cover the important parts till she handed me a really short skirt barely reaching mid thigh. I had her add two more vertical stripes to the collar so my breasts had more support was the reason I used, but in actuality it was modesty that made me ask for them. It also helped that I watched how she operated the gold covered metal oval links that held the material in place. But when I tried it, the bands would not open for me.
When done I turned to look in a mirror against the wall. The outfit had some amazing advantages to what I normally wore as Barbara Gordon. It was really comptrable and flexible. It was also cool to the skin, keeping the body temperature down to a bearable level. It showed more skin than I would have liked, but Lesley was the only person who knew Batgirl, and she was even in tinier apparel than I was. And she wouldn’t recognize me with my mask on.
I was getting a spare suit when Valdon entered the room. He was seemed to be in a good mood seeing me dressed like a native. And except for the skin color and cowl I wore I had a real good chance of passing if I got a Mohawk.
“I have good news for you. I have found a translation for what a gopsan would be on Earth,” he said smiling. Ahh, so that’s the reason for his good mood. I grabbed my costume up off the floor along with my utility belt. The belt didn’t look right, but a super heroine needs her accessories at all times. Valdon paid the shop keeper, but I wished I had something to tip her with. Well hopefully keeping her boss at his current job would be an even exchange.
“So are you going to share this information or just horde it?” I asked Valdon.
“What do I get for hording it?”
Once again feeling like a mouse, I decided to test the strength of the trap I felt was closing in, “Lotsa things, first will be a broken leg in two places, followed by me running away. Mind you, I am not running away in fear, but because without me, you lose the Trial, right? Granted it might take me a lot longer to get Lesley free, maybe even a whole two days longer. Darn my luck, I will have to cancel my hair appointment at Andrea’s but I can reschedule. Still want to horde that information?”
“By the ONE, I am thinking Dorgan was smarter than you gave him credit for. I am now thinking about getting another gopsan for the Trial, but I am trapped by my claiming you.” I might have heard some humor in his voice, but I could not tell for sure.
“Very well then, I do not believe a single Earth term describes what a gopsan is. She has many counter parts on Earth. She can be required to be a maid, a servant, a cook, and I believe what is called a geisha. Does that answer your question?”
“You can’t be serious!! You just described a sex slave!! I won’t do it, Havoc is your problem, and you can deal with him! There has to be another way to free Lesley, and I am going to find it!” Well maybe I could get outta this trap yet. The door had not slammed shut. I reached for a few gas pellets in my belt that would help if this turned ugly.
“I guess I was wrong Batgirl,” he said with a smile, my hand paused near the belt’s pellet release catch.
“Good, now let’s go grab Lesley,” I said as my heart beat returned to normal.
“Nope, I was wrong about there not being one word for it,” He said as his left arm band was activated by his other hand. “Sex-slave will do nicely.” The metal bands in my gopsan outfit sent enough electric current to make sure that was the last thing I heard for a while.
Chapter 4
I woke up cursing myself for being taken as easily as I was. I should have a bow on my stomach so I could be unwrapped with style. The bow would be no harder to remove than it was for them to get me into this predicament. But so long as I was alive and licking, I had a chance. And if that chance ever became an opportunity, I would show anyone who got in my way what a good kick could do.
The room was dark, and it took my eyes a little while to adjust. But finally I noticed the entrance my captor would enter the room from. I was facing it. The ropes that held by hands were tied by someone who knew what they were doing. Each wrist was secured by a metal band that the rope attached itself to. The rope lead to the ceiling, and gave me just enough play to move a little to prevent cramps, but not enough room to get my wrist close enough to my mouth to try working on the knots. But I tried anyways.
My legs were about two feet apart, but they too were held immobile by rope and an ankle cuff. I still wore the gopsan outfit, mask, and skirt, but my utility belt had been removed from my waist.
My inventory taking was complete, and knew I wasn’t moving till someone let me got careless or underestimated me. Both were likely to happen, the only question was would it be in time to do Lesley any good? My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Valdon entering the chamber.
Supergirl would have torched him with her heat vision. Wonder Woman would draw him in closer, then snap her chains, and knock him out quickly. I, being Batgirl, had to out think him, and so far he had done all the thinking that needed to be done. But things do change, and I needed them to change fast.
“So General, what’s the plan? Torture? Blackmail? What ever it is give it up, you will never beat me into submission.” I tried to break the rope one more time so he would not get tongue tied. I needed him talking to have a chance.
“Nothing of the kind actually. I won’t do those things, but I am willing to bet Lesley cannot say the same of Major Havoc,” he taunted me.
I paled at the thought of Lesley on her own at Havoc’s mercy, but we each had our own hand to play. “He has no reason to torture her; the hologram showed her being on her way to being a proper gopsan. So unless he is a sadist, he really doesn’t have a reason to torture her.”
“I have told you a few rules about the Trials, but you seem to be failing to hear. The Trials are about leadership. Being a leader is about getting people to do what they don’t want to do, and to do it willingly, even if reluctantly. You and Lesley both must agree to the Trial. I would like to point out that you did agree to stop Havoc, Batgirl, or did you forget that little fact?”
“I NEVER agreed to be your sex slave, asshole, and there is another way to stop him, my way. Or are you forgetting I am willing to go get her myself?”
“My way will yield results to your liking. It is not my error that caused you to agree to a situation before you had all the facts. I wonder, is it a common thing on your planet to blame others for the mistakes one does?”
The General moved on “But to be honest, the errors were not only of your causing. I think Major Havoc arranged for all of this. I am not sure how, or what he desires the outcome of the Trials to be, but I would be very surprised if all things are as they seem to be. This leads me to our current situation and our dilemma on the best way of solving it.
“Are you willing to learn the way of the gopsan? If so, the road to victory is a straight shot, easy to stay on course. I will be you gopsar and we can end our conflict after the Trials. If not, I am kind of limited on my choices on what happens here, but none of that will concern you. I will send you back home, and you will never set foot on my planet of New Eden ever again. And you will condemn Lesley to her fate. Which is it going to be?”
He waited patiently while I was processing my thoughts. Or my options, or more to the point, the lack of them. I knew me and slave duty was a no win situation, for both of us, but it was the only option for Lesley to have a chance. Valdon would have to take what ever lumps came his way in the next few days.
My answer tasted bad enough that all the mouthwash on Earth wouldn’t get rid of it, “I do not know how to be a gopsan.”
“I will teach you,” I didn’t have to look at him to see the joy written on his face, I heard it there.
“First thing,” he continued “is I have to be officially declared gopsar in the Trials. Then we will have 5 days to get you to learn the skills required of the gopsan. Officially we you select your gopsar for the Trials early in the morning, and we will stick to the rules, but I will unofficially train you, for the rest of the day. Recordings will be made to show Lesley accepting Havoc and you accepting me as their gopsars; once we agree that they have been accepted the 5 days training begins.”
“How do I accept you as a ‘gopsar’?”
He laughed at my question, but did not seem it be slightly confused by the question, “We test my DNA, with yours and we see if it is acceptable. You will enter my bed chamber, and get a sample from me.”
“That’s it?” A slight nod was his answer, but then a nasty thought occurred to me. “Acceptance is causing me to get pregnant is it?”
He almost choked on his laughter, but managed to answer, “No, like all gopsans, you are required to swallow it.”
He heard my gasp of indignation but moved on. “It will be a violation of the Accords if I train you, so I will send someone to give you the basics of serving etiquette, and he will send you to me at dawn.” He left the room, I was too stunned to tell him how delusion he was, but I figured I would enjoy telling him tomorrow.
I was taught serving food techniques by a female I had not seen before. She introduced herself as Luna. She was small for a female, maybe 5’ 1” with a Mohawk of blonde hair braided down to her shoulder blades. She was very attractive with her high cheekbones and hazel eyes.
We worked a long hours on making sure I understood all aspects of how to present the food to the people being served. Once I had that down then she started on how to present myself to the people eating. I never realized how much of challenge it was to get it right. The food order was also of importance here. Each dish was to be served and consumed before the next was to be brought out, and the delay was to be no longer than one minute before the dishes were to be exchanged. Once I got a section of service down to Luna’s satisfaction, we took a break and talked about a variety of things ranging from boys to shopping and such. It was nightfall before I knew it.
Luna came back from what I assumed was a restroom break and was all smiles and clearly happy about something. It didn’t take her long to share her joy with me. She told me we had done so well that I would serve the evening meal with her to General Valdon and a member of his staff.
I felt my self getting angry. So I was to be paraded around like a prize trained puppy was I? I didn’t realize my hands had turned to fists and were trying to strangle the serving tray I was holding till Luna told me to be careful or I would spill the trays contents to the ground. I quickly got my emotions under control, but why did I lose it? If I didn’t figure this out, things could go from the bad it was now to the unbearable of something else.
I served the evening meal with Luna. She was the General’s primary server, while Major Dorgan was mine. The meal was served efficiently and nothing unforeseen occurred. I was surprised no once did the two males anything to make it a challenge to follow the rules laid out by Luna earlier in the day. I had half expected it of the Major I had insulted earlier, but nothing came of it.
I heard my name mentioned and that brought me out of serving mode. The Major was finishing his statement”……she will do well in the Trials. She kept up with Luna, which is no easy task. Luna is the best of your serving staff correct?”
General Valdon thought a second before responding, “Yes, but Luna is most adept at anticipating her companions needs. Batgirl is just playing a role, her skill justifies my selection of her, as I knew it would.”
“Has she accepted you as gopsar yet?”
“No, that will be done in the morning’s first light.”
The Major nodded and added, “If she applies herself to that task as she has with this one, the morning cannot come quick enough.” Both men had a laugh at my expense, but I knew who would be laughing last so I bit my tongue, in order to follow the rules of meal etiquette. IF this was to be over soon, the delusions that I was willing to follow the plan of these males had to go on a bit longer.
Luna woke me up according to her about 30 minutes before sunrise so I could clean myself and get ready for completing the ritual of having General Valdon as my gopsar. I followed Luna to Valdon’s sleeping quarters and then watched Luna exit. I walked into Valdon’s washroom and grabbed a glass of water for my dry throat. I refilled the glass and quickly returned to the sleeping man’s room. I knew this was going to make things harder, but I didn’t see much of a choice.
Valdon bolted upright in a fit of rage as the water from the glass was emptied onto his head. Before he could put his outrage into words he heard me say, “I will have to get your DNA for the ritual tomorrow. In case you haven’t figured it out, last night’s performance was an act, which not only fooled you, but your lackey also. Keep believing I am your little slave girl, if it makes you sleep so well. But if it turns out that you are mistaken, I wouldn’t want to be the one to be blamed for it. You can send Luna to teach the second lesson of everyday gopsan activities.”
Chapter 5
When Luna found me a little while later, the look of disbelief told me she knew what I had done. But she was still doing the General’s bidding for today’s lessons were all about movement. Specifically how I was to move to attract the attention of a gopsar. The next lessons, after those were mastered, were of all sorts of dances. If I did not do a move to her liking, it was repeated till she finally was happy with it. Seduction always seemed to be the underlying theme to each dance. Luna was having me move gracefully and seductively each time. Some of the dances were aimed at getting the attention of the person I was dancing with, some were aimed at another person close by, and some were even for an audience of one.
After the evening meal, General Valdon joined us to check on our progress. He talked to Luna for a while. She had me practicing certain moves that she felt were proving to need work on. Actually I think she did it so I could not over hear them. After a few minutes, Luna told me to stop and take a break, but also pay attention to her and Valdon dancing together, so I could study him and his moves. He moved with confidence and more grace than I would have thought possible for a man of his size. After doing three of the dances Luna taught me they stopped, and Luna had me cut in.
I did not think much of the idea, but I did not feel the option to refuse was open to me. So I moved onto the dance floor with him. At first I was a little apprehensive at moving so close to him and with him, but it took little time to realize that he knew what he was doing. Under different circumstances, the smile on my face would have been real.
‘We have to talk,” Valdon told me “Lesley has officially accepted Havoc as her gopsar. I need to know if you intend do the same thing tomorrow morning that you did today. I do not believe in giving an opponent an advantage and you have given them a days worth. That is never a wise thing to do. I need to know exactly if you plan on following through with my plan for victory or if you plan on something else.”
“A lot is riding on the outcome of the Trial isn’t it General? I can understand your concern, but after long thought I have seen the logic in your plans.”
“Are you telling me a lie? That is a new concept on Eden, I only learned it because of the research I did on trying to translate what a gopsan is. Do you lie to me about this?”
“No General,” I answered him, “I may not like your plan, but it has a good chance of success. And victory means I can go home with Lesley right? All earthlings can lie, but we never do it without cause.”
He was clearly thinking about what I had said, but he took me in his arms for another dance before responding to my words As we were dancing he whispered in my ear, “You words are telling me that I do not have to worry, but the actions you performed this morning say otherwise. So I have come to a decision on how to ensure that your actions and words have the same meaning.”
That did not sound good, or even close to good, but I was unprepared for his course of action. As his words ended he had me leaning back, and then he KISSED me!! My fists were pounding on his back and trying to cause enough pain to cause him to give up the assault, but I might as well have been trying to throw a car to the moon. He soon had my hands under his control with one of his, while his free hand started moving up and down my sides, exploring my body as he wished. It did not take him long to tear the silly skirt off my body and throw it away, but he left his leather straps in place. He was lying on his side facing me, I was on my back looking up but my head was tilted to face him
“Stop it!! NOW!!! Get the Hell OFF of me, you freak,” I was able to get out as his face worked downwards to my throat. He chuckled on the way to his mark, ignoring the profanities and my curses, as if I was his play thing. Once he had tasted my neck to his satisfaction, I was not cursing as hard as I had been. My struggles renewed them selves as he moved lower again. His teeth moved the strap covering my left breast, while his hand moved to my left. Once bared each breast was left with the nipple standing out wards, encouraging him to keep going on. Something my mouth refused to do.
Once he….tired?......of my breasts, or once they had reacted as much as they were going to, he moved back to my neck but his free hand kept moving lower. His finger tips kept drawing circles on my skin, drawing all sorts of gasps from me. I tried to move my body directly under him so I could use my whole body to push him off me, but that move back fired like someone trying to hold the tide back by lying in the ocean to stop it from advancing. All I ended up doing was causing my body to move against his. The back fire was not that the move failed to work, I did not think it would, but I had to try something. The drawback of my actions was obvious in his reactions. His manhood was pressing against my thigh.
He was kissing/biting my lower lip with just enough pressure to feel good. I had to do something to stop his attack or I was going to be a goner. But I did not see any options that would work in my favor, but maybe I was going about this the wrong way?
So instead of fighting I kissed him back,…..hard!! I had to do something to get him off his game plan. My surprise tactic did do one thing; it freed my hands! His left hand that was keeping mine immobile had moved to the back of my head. Why there was an unknown thing, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. My hands then went to his chest, taking inventory of the muscles there. No wonder I could not move him an inch. My first assessment of him was correct, his mass was made of muscle and not fat. I cursed myself as my hands circled around to his back to hold him closer, and my legs moved as if someone was controlling my body around his waist, I was rewarded to a degree by the thrust of his hips against mine. We might as well have been teenagers in heat the way we were dry humping each other. He suddenly used his hand on my head to take physical control of my actions, and he broke our kiss. I bite my lip to stop from groaning out loud.
I saw a hunger in him, as he said to me “I was going to leave you simmering all night long, but I think I have a better idea.”
I tried to get control of my nerves as he continued, “Luna tells me that you are a quick learner and have mastered all the dances she has shown you, not just the one we did. Show me how correct she is.”
I got to my feet and started to move, back and forth to the music. I felt the general’s eyes on me as I did a difficult maneuver. And it was tougher this time around, due to the arousal I was feeling from the General hands. I wanted this to stop, and only one idea came to mind. I fell to the ground doing one of the more difficult turns of the dance.
Luna and the General were both checking on me in a few seconds, moving my hand from my leg. For extra measure the whimper that came from my lips when the General moved my hand from my leg and asked me to stand sold the injury as legitimate.
What he did next surprised me though, he threw me over his shoulder and started heading towards his bedroom!! The arousal was fading and I was starting to think that maybe I would be better off not being alone with him. But apparently I made his bed and I was going to sleep in it.
Chapter 6
He laid me on his bed, but I landed with a thump. I stood up on my knees quickly to regain some composure, but he made that impossible by landing beside me with his mass causing the bed to feel like trying to swim in quicksand.
“I know you didn’t hurt yourself gopsan,” he told my prone form, “I have seen my injuries minor and life threatening on the battlefield, what you are feigning is neither. This is one of the falsehoods your kind tells?”
He took my silence as an acknowledgement of guilt, and free reign to do as he pleased. What that he intended to do was not something I wanted to wait around for, but before I could move he tossed the covers over my head, blinding me. The next thing I knew both of my wrists were once again tied to ropes attached to the ceiling. There was play in the ropes so they were not hurting me, but they kept my hands about 3 feet apart at all times and above my shoulders. He watched me stand up as I looked in awe realizing the slack was eaten up by the ceiling. Then he had me lay down on the bed on my back. Once again the rope gave way and I could lay down in comfort, even if my arms were pointed straight up. So I could move somewhat, but did not have total freedom. I had been in far worse prisons and took my time before looking at the General as if to say “Now what?”
As if reading my mind, he crawled on the bed between my arms and kissed me again. I gave up trying to protest after about 15 seconds of running scenarios through my head, all left me in a position worse than I was in now. All except one, but this option did not involve resistance, just indifference. So I tried to ignore him.
He seemed to guess what I was planning, but he didn’t care. He kept kissing me and then his hands joined the party. He used them to make my body available to what ever he wanted to do. If he wanted to kiss my breasts, he lifted me to the height he wanted waited a second or two and the ropes no longer moved with me. The ropes then held me so that my nipples were aching points in his face. If he decided he wanted me in another position, he put me there with little effort on his part. And without any effort on his part he had me moaning in frustration also. He played with me like a toy, his fingers circling near my belly button and then moving lower, then back up to my nipples only to repeat the process again.
After what felt like hours he stopped playing and asked “Are you ready to do what is required to make me your gopsar? It is no yet sunlight, so we cannot do the act yet, but maybe we can find a substitute? Show me what you want to do.” His fingers slowly pushed past my lips and I opened my mouth to take him in. I heard him groan as his fingers were licked and sucked down my throat. I kept working on his fingers, I did them one at a time, then two at a time. He was using one hand to hold onto my left, while I greedily tasted the fingers of the other. I used my right hand to control his fingers depth in my mouth, but that was all I could control, everything else was as he wanted it.
He backed up a second and undid his leather outfit. His manhood sprang free of restraint only to be held by something else: me. I could not believe I was finally going to be able to end this sexual torture. I kept working on him with my tongue and mouth, building a steady rhythm.
IN and OUT.
In he went, and he was slow to pull out. Over and over he withdrew only to enter me again.
In and Out.
In and Out.
He finally made a gasp and started to thrust himself deeper into my throat. He came with a loud groan as his orgasm poured down my throat. Since I did not want to go through this whole routine again, I made sure to swallow it again to make sure none escaped.
I had a gopsar!! I licked him clean as he reached around and let me get some relief with his fingers he finally pushed me over the edge. It was so good, I fainted.
Chapter 7
Over the next four days general Valdon and I worked on a number of things that might be required in the contest. He guessed Major Havoc would have the gopsans do something to improve morale among the troops. The General assured me that moral did not involve an exchange of DNA among those being inspired. But Valdon was not so sure he would commit to it. So we practiced.
The Papal of the ONE, according to Valdon, would chose an Activity based on service to the gopsar. What type of service was unclear. He thought it could range from hosting a political style reception to stealing a secret from a designated target.
General Valdon was keeping his Activity close to his chest. The only reason he gave was the possibility of spies and that since the Major had an advantage in being unknown, he would not give him the advantage uncontested. I did not like it, but I could see the logic behind the reasoning.
We meet at the designated time in what appeared to be a huge arena of sorts. There were three podiums facing each other in an open field of what looked like sand. Each of the judges took one. I stood beside Valdon and Lesley stood beside Major Havoc. Small image recorders flew about the air, which caused me to assume that this must be like their Superbowl. The arena was filled with a huge crowd of New Eden’s population.
After each Judge took the podium, the crowd came to a silence that was impressive. The image recorders were the only thing I could hear.
“I am Major Havoc,” announced Havoc, “I have challenged General Valdon to this Trial for leadership of the Royal Isles. Too long has Valdon had his way on New Eden. He is need to reestablish his right to Rule as a leader should by proving he has the loyalty of his followers. That is to be my event. The gopsan of each candidate will be given a secret. The gopsan hold onto the secret for the longest amount of time will be the winner for her gopsar . Let the secret be…..say the day of origin the gopsan has”
“Agreed Major, I will accept this challenge,” General Valdon responded, “But, know this, a true leader will not harm innocents. So physical pain cannot be used to extract information from participants in the Trial. Does the papal of the ONE have anything to add, or clarify?”
“No, I think the ONE will be pleased with this challenge,” The Papal said.
I went to Valdon and asked “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to hurt Lesley, and what is meant by day of origin ? Does he mean my birthday?”
“Yes, you must not tell Major Havoc that information, while I try and get it out of Lesley, and how are you going to get it out without hurting her?”
He smiled and replied, “You have an imagination, use it.” It almost hurt to stop myself from laughing out loud. And I felt sorry for Lesley.
I walked towards Major Havoc as Lesley started towards us. When we met half way I told her “Be strong, and we will get through this.”
“I am sorry, Barbara.” Lesley looked ashen as she spoke, and she knew who I was!!! She also knew my birthday!!!!
I was thinking really hard for a way out of this mess, or at a minimum, warn Valdon about what was going on, but the latter was a no go. Then t came to me, this test was about protecting Valdon with my loyalty, not keeping the information from Havoc. He had a problem, only he did not know it yet. By the time I reached him, he was grinning.
“I don’t think you have anything to be happy about Havoc,” I told him.
“Sure I do Barbara, does February 24th mean anything to you?” he taunted back.
He heard me laugh, “Keep thinking the deck is stacked in your favor, cause it really isn’t. I have the advantage here, not you.” His look of disbelief said he did not believe me.
Behind me I heard the Papal of the ONE give the signal to begin.
Chapter 8
Major Havoc reached out to grab me, but he was slow. I dodged to the right and kicked him in the kneecap. I was not looking to do a crippling blow or anything close. Just do enough damage to slow him down so I could stay out of his reach.
He let out a grunt as I hit him with a blow that he should feel for a week. He stopped and turned to face me and my smile.
“See big boy? Or is it still beyond you powers of comprehension?” I taunted him. If I could not slow him down enough, anger was a good second, or as close to it as I could come.
Once again I avoided his rush, and once again I kicked him in the same leg. This time a lot harder, the blow should tell him I was dangerous. A flicked went through his eyes as he worked out the problem he was in. He could stop and claim victory by having the information of my birthday. But he did not get it from me, so my loyalty to Valdon was never tested. So he needed a plausible way he got it, and that was his problem. Without it, it did him no good. And I was not going to give it to him. I just had to stay outta his grasp till Valdon got Lesley’s birthday information from her own lips.
Major Havoc had not gotten close to me, but he was far from done. And he seemed to absorb what effects my blows had on him. We moved in a circular motion for about 20 minutes, before the major tried something different. I was looking for two things for him to try; the first was the obvious sand in the eye trick. The second was more devious, risky and dangerous; he had been moving about three quarters speed for the duration of the fight. He wanted me to be overconfident that I could avoid his advances without fear. Then he made a move at full speed. Even being on guard for it, he almost got me. I had to dive out of the way and turn my dive into a somersault ending on my feet ready to move again before Valdon yelled his victory.
I moved back to General Valdon’s podium, but the crowd’s roar drowned out my congratulations. He was arching an eyebrow in a way of asking if I was okay. I just nodded.
“General Valdon,” the Papal of the ONE said, “I declare you victor in the first Activity. Is this contested?” Major Havoc was silent. “It is your turn to select an Activity in the Trial. What is your Trail to be General?”
“I am General Valdon,” he started off, “Major Havoc has challenged me for my position in our armed forces as leader. He has chosen an unusual way of doing it, but that is not against the ways of the ONE. A leader of men should be adaptable; the Trials make sure he is. A leader must also have self control and will power: The next Activity shall test that of the gopsar to be the winner. Our wills will be tested to resist temptation. The first gopsan to retrieve DNA from the other gopsar in the shortest amount of time will be declared winner.”
He must have stayed in the sun too long. Did he get heat madness or the like? He wants me to seduce Havoc?
“I accept the challenge General,” Havoc jumped at the idea, he didn’t think he could lose this, and I am not sure I disagreed with him.
“I have no objections,” added the Papal of the ONE, “but I would like to make some additions. Since this is to be about will power, none of the contestants can exchange DNA with anyone else till the outcome is determined. We will retire to Keepstone for the setting of this Activity. If no DNA has been exchanged in two days time between the contestants General Valdon’s Activity will be forfeit.”
Both General Valdon and Major Havoc agreed.
Chapter 9
Valdon and I had talked on the way back to Keepstone, but I still had no idea why he selected what he did. Major Havoc would be on guard against me, and Lesley wouldn’t be able to get near Valdon, so what was the point? Valdon told me to ask a different question. So I searched my head for something that made sense of this, and I came up empty.
The sun was about two hours from setting when we arrived back at Keepstone. I was feeling ill about having anything to do with Major Havoc, so I went to wash off and maybe come up with a plan that made any sort of sense out of the madness my life had become.
I ran into Lesley in the washroom, she might have had the same idea of freshening up as I did. She tried to walk past me, but I couldn’t afford to let her.
“Wait a sec Lesley,” I added, “please,” to see if it made a difference. It did.
“Yes?” was all I got.
“I will get us outta this mess,” I tried to reassure her, “but how long have you known?”
“Since I saw the recording of Batgirl becoming General Valdon’s gopsan,” She pointed to my birthmark on my side, “it’s distinctive.”
“Oh,” was all I could think to say.
“Did Dick Grayson know?”
“Is that why you have been so mean to me lately?” I asked putting a few pieces together, “Dick and I are friends, but he doesn’t know anything.”
“I don’t believe you.” Lesley was too smart for all our goods, but I still had to get her out of this place.
“Too bad,” I told her, “but that sounds like a personal problem.” And left the washroom.
I went to see the choices for an evening meal when I noticed the General and Major Havoc sitting down talking with plates of food for four people..
“May I join you officers?” I asked with a smile.
They both stood as I sat down, but then Havoc asked “Have you seen Lesley?”
I answered, “She is in the rest room. She should be out shortly.”
The General excused himself saying, “I will go check on her, we will return shortly.”
I don’t think anyone but Havoc heard me as I muttered, “Don’t bother.” to Valdon’s backside.
“You aren’t pleased with the General, I take it?” he inquired
“Would you be? He is letting the blood flow of his body in the wrong direction do all his thinking.”
He agreed laughing so I added, “He is mad at me anyways, over nothing. I would think showing that he could count on me during you Activity would prove that.”
“One might think so,” he agreed, “but it might help if I knew the nature of the disagreement.”
“Oh, I didn’t tell you?” I hit my head in shock, ‘I told him I want to exchange DNA with one of his staff. I think he is really cute.”
‘Oh really now?” he said with disbelief. ‘You must tell me who the lucky man is.”
“Only if you promise to help me; please, do you think you could help me? I really could use it.” Doing my best to look nervous, I added, “It’s Major Dorgan, do you think he might like me also?"
He grinned at me like a hawk seeing wounded prey, then added “I might be able to help you. What might I be able to get in return for helping you in this matter of the heart?”
“What would you like me to do for your help?”
“Well” Major Havoc added, “once this part of the Activity is ended in a draw, I want you to throw the last part, the activity the Papal picks for us to participate in you will be no more than an observer. Is it do able?”
“Only if I get DNA from Drogon. Will that work for you?” I needed a way out if things did not work the way I hoped.
“”I agree yes. What must I do to be of help for you to acquire Major Dorgan’s interest?” said Major Havoc. Welcome to my web little fly, I thought.
“Well for starters,” I asked, “How good of a dancer are you?”
We walked to the dance floor, and I tried al my dances aimed at other people that Luna showed me. As planned, General Valdon and Major Drogon did not pay me any attention. Now for the next stage, I asked Havoc for any ideas to get the attention of Major Dorgan. He asked me if I had given any clues to Drogon other than the dances we had just done.
“No, but aren’t the men of your world easy to attract? Just shake some body parts in there direction and they come running?”
Well he was almost choking when he said ‘Not quite so easy. Have you tried to send him a hologram so he can see what he is missing?”
“No, can you help me set one up?”
“Sure, let me grab a recorder. Any special poses you want to have shot?”
“Well maybe, but first lets get some generic ones.”
Major Havoc took a lot of photographs or there equivalent on there recording devices. I then had him put the device on a platform so he could dance with me. I was so far pretty impressed with Havoc control for being someone so clueless as to not guess what was coming next.
“Can we do the special holograms now?” I asked
“Sure what makes these so special?”
“Well for starters he said he wants to have my hands tied behind my back, can you tie then? This rope should work.”
It didn’t take him long before I was tied up with my arms behind my back. He did it securely tying the wrist to the wrist, each hand could feel the elbow of the other arm.
“Darn it! I forgot the most important part!” I was close to tears when “I asked him for one last thing.
“What can I do?” was his helpful reply.
“I want him to see my breasts, can you remove the leather strap so they are showing? I would but my hands are too tightly secured.”
“Okay, what next?”
“Welll……..its too embarrassing, we can forget it.” I was hoping his control was close to being as shattered as I needed it to be for this to work.
“Maybe not, tell me what you need” he coaxed.
“Well maybe if we dance again I can get it, can we?”
He opened his arms to let me in. we danced for maybe 4 more minutes, before I tried the last step.
“It’s not working, “ I complained, “the hologram isn’t coming out right.”
“What’s the matter?”
“MY nipples aren’t sticking out, can you help me?”
His hands were almost shaking when he reached for me, but I needed to get the money shot. “No kiss them please.” I urged him.
He bent down and in a few seconds of alternating his mouth, both my nipples were rock hard. I told him thanks turned around leaned into his chest, his arms circled me on instinct. In this position I started stroking him through his leathers.
In less than sixty seconds, he had turned me around and pushed me to my knees. He came in my mouth in the 60 seconds after that.
The hologram recorder caught General Valdon’s victory.
Chapter 10
I was back in my batgirl uniform when General Valdon came to see me off.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay some more?” Valdon asked me.
“Can’t stay too much longer, I have left Gotham unattended for too long as it is,” I told him, “and work calls.”
“Lesley will miss you also, it is the one good thing to come out of all this mess. She seems to be happy here. Lesley walked out from behind Valdon’s shadow dressed in her gopsan leathers.
“This place has some great advantages Barbara. Do you think you might ever want to come back?”
“Yeah, you just want a rematch,” I replied, “If there was to be a rematch, I might have to get someone from Earth to tag along, so maybe Superman or Green Lantern?”
Lesley did not miss a second before responding, “I will believe it when I see it.”