Ivy, Harley, and Batgirl all froze where they were, dumbstruck by the entrance of the newcomer. "Who the hell are you?" Ivy asked.
"I am the Red Queen," the towering dominatrix said, "and I am here for my new submissive."
"Red, what's this new Red talkin' about?" Harley asked.
Ivy shrugged. "No idea."
The Red Queen tugged on her leash, and Alice stumbled out from behind her. "I take it someone tried to summon my little Alice here," she snarled. "Who dared call my slave?"
Stephanie, watching from the rafters, looked at the newcomers in wide-eyed shock. She had called for help from Black Canary, and the submissive little blonde in the Alice dress did resemble her, but it just couldn't be, could it? She leaned out from the shadows for a better look.
Alice gazed up and saw Batgirl. "There, Mistress! She's the one!"
The Red Queen turned and saw Batgirl, up in the rafters. "You! Get down here, you wretch!"
Batgirl suddenly didn't know what she was doing. It was though her body were responding on autopilot, but she also felt as though something bad would happen if she didn't do as she was told. She rappelled down to the floor. "Whatever you're doing here, you won't get away with it!"
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" The Red Queen hissed. She pointed at Batgirl, then at the floor before her. "Come, you slut. Come and kneel before me."
Once again, Stephanie felt as though her body were acting out of her control, and yet, it seemed perfectly natural that she should follow the woman's orders. She made her way across the floor, littered with rubble from the bar's destruction, and knelt down on both knees before the Red Queen.
Off to the side, Harley had found a bag of popcorn and eagerly watched the display. Ivy, in the meantime, found that with both Batgirl and Harley distracted, it was her perfect chance to escape, and slipped toward an exit at the back of the bar as the Red Queen continued barking at Batgirl. "No one controls my slave but me! Do you understand, you little slut?"
Stephanie looked up at the Red Queen. A sense of fear and dread filled her, and beyond that, a flickering need to please the dominatrix. "I-I understand. I'm sorry. I won't do it again..."
"Of course you won't." The Red Queen leaned forward, showing Batgirl her impressive tits as she clutched the heroine's chin. "From now on, you are mine."
The words chilled Stephanie to the bone and warmed her heart at the same time. The Red Queen gave her plenty to fear, but also an underlying desire. A desire to please her and do whatever she commanded. The idea of being a heroine, being Batgirl, faded from her mind. "Y-yes, Mistress! I'm yours!"
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