Oliver Queen captured by the Earth-X doppelgangers of himself and Supergirl
Earth-X being a world where the Nazi's actually won WWII.
Supergirl of Earth-38 fell to her knees, repeating blissful mantras of devotion. Sarah Lance and Amaya of the Legends soon followed. The Flash got away with 1000'ths of a second to spare. Overgirl let him go. She would enjoy chasing him down later. She saved Oliver for last. The leader of these heroes and the sentimental doppelganger of her own husband, she took particular pleasure in commanding him to admit his failure.
“Forgive me Overgirl. I have failed in everything important to me. I have failed my city, I have lost my team. I have abandoned my Earth. I have betrayed my own mind. Worst of all, I have failed my own heart, fighting against you instead of serving you. I beg you for forgiveness. I beg you, show mercy.” Of course he would beg mercy, a quality that in his own mind went hand in hand with greatness. Oliver fell to his knees, arms unrolled in front of him, his eyes sincere and pleading. “Please, I know I deserve nothing but death. Yet I beg you, let me live and serve you.” He put his hands away at his sides and lowered his head. “I await your command, Overgirl.”
“Death is the cowards way out. You deserve to live with your failure and I will make sure you never delude yourself with visions of freedom again.” She motioned to a pair of Oberleutnant nearby. “Take him to the Aberdeen work camp. He is the plaything of the Aufseher there until further notice.” She turned back to Oliver, a glint of sarcastic superiority in her face. “Do you understand the fate I have decreed for you, Oliver?”
“You've assigned me to the ass-end of nowhere and to a camp run by someone with a grudge against your husband, I assume.”
“Not quite. Adrian suffers from an over eagerness to prove himself. And humiliating one of the Reich's worse enemies will certainly pique his interest. He wanted to become Prometheus. Instead was passed over into the purgatory of rural Montana.”
“Adrian...Adrian CHASE? I almost take comfort in knowing he's a lackey here.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“On our Earth, he was Prometheus....and a deluded sociopath who came closer to breaking me than anyone ever has.” He bowed his head, playing the subservient he knew was expected of him. “Until you actually accomplished that, mistress.”
“Well, this sounds like a match made by destiny.” Dark Arrow said, entering the room and conversation in the same stroke. “I'll assume you're the one who killed the Prometheus I knew.”
“Your Tommy killed himself as you damn well know!” Oliver growled.
“So you haven't completely given up fighting after all, encouraging.” Dark Arrow quipped.
“You think there might be hope for him after all? All right Green Arrow, I will give you a SHOT at redemption. If you survive Seven Weeks under Adrian's care without breaking, I will bring you back here to serve me, as you promised.
“Thank you, mistress. I will endeavor to learn the proper attitudes. And when I return, I promise I will make you see me Overgirl...even if it is ever only as a slave.”
Kneeling before evil Kara, Oliver's friends were gagged & bound before his eyes. He made a snap decision. “You've won. Alright? So take me. But spare my friends please ...I beg you.”
“Choose one to be spared.” Overgirl said easily. Oliver looked up, confused and humiliated. “What's that look in your face Oliver?”
“I cannot. To chose one of my friends to live while the others were slaughtered. I cannot...”
“Well I can understand that, but you draw more horror from this offer than needs be. All of your friends will live Oliver. But that one will be released. The others will live their lives serving the Fatherland in whatever capacity my husband and I see fit.”
“Felicity. Let Felicity go free.”
“She already hid herself away from us. We don't know where she is. Choose again.”
“Barry Allen.” Oliver said immediately. “Spare his life, let him go. Once I know that he is safe, I won't resist anymore. You can do what you want with me.”
“We don't have a Barry Allen in our data-banks. He must be a truly great man.”
“No, I'm a great man. Barry Allen is a GOOD man. And I cannot stand what even being around your kind will do to him.”
“Well, your mind is as sharp as your arrows. Very well. Once we find a way to permanently remove his power, he'll be released. You have my word on that Oliver Queen.”
“Thank you Kara Zor'el.” He bowed his head to the ground. “I thank you, my master.”
The next several days were hell. They kept him in a room fittingly called the forge. Thanks to the geothermal heat that poured through floor it was easily 130 degrees Fahrenheit in there. They hung him up from the ceiling, had varlets, for lack of another word bring him water and food but no one spoke to him. Damien was the only one to actually speak to him. And that was just to ensure he had all of his ribs. “Nice to see you're as much of a dick on this Earth as you were on mine.”
“Hehe, likewise. No seriously. As I'm sure you're well aware you are an absolute DICK here. It's nice to see you keep at least some of your backbone across the multiverse.”
“May I ask you a question? Besides that one I mean.”
“If you let me punch you in the face afterward.”
“Agreed. Is Laurel Lance...still alive on this Earth?”
“Yes she is. We call her Siren-X.”
“She's a Nazi? Of course, Lance is a high-ranking Nazi officer. It makes sense that she'd want to follow in her father's footsteps.”
“I take it she's dead on your Earth. And I'm surmising the 'me' you know had something to do with that.” Oliver nodded. “Elaborate.”
Oliver sighed. “On our Earth Quentin Lance is a police captain. He fought with my team against you. And you...made good on your threat...and stabbed her through the heart.”
“Well that is good news.” Olivers eyes shot harpoons. “Not, I expect for you. But the only version of myself I ever met was a sniveling coward. The phrase 'soft-hearted fool' is the kindest way I have to describe him. Good to know he's the exception not the rule.”
“You're lying Damien.”
“Excuse me, Oli-ver.”
“You were glad to hear a doppelganger of yourself had a backbone. But you are not pleased the cowardly version was the exception. I spent a year chasing you down before I stabbed you through with an Arrow. We got pretty good at reading each-other.”
“Hehe over here Chase was my only professional antagonist.”
“God it seems like that guy rattles pretty much everyone's rankles.”
“And not without reason either.” Damien agreed. “Now just so you know, I'm about to punch you in the face.”
“It's fine by me.”
Damien stepped back and delivered a vicious backhand to Oliver's jaw. Then without another word to the man's face, turned and walked away. “rajul sharaf. takhayal dhalika.”
“What what did you just say?” Oliver yelled after him. “What was that..Ara...”
Damien spun on him. “If you know what is good for you, you'll keep your mouth SHUT!”
“This is...something new.” Oliver breathed. He hung his head, a non-verbal 'understood' gesture that seemed to satisfy his keeper.
Several days later Damien returned. “I have one question for you. Well somewhere between an insistence and a demand really.”
“Something you're curious about and you want to know if I understand it any better?”
“Oliver, you are seriously creeping me out. But yes, that's about the size of it.”
“Then pose your query.”
“alhikayat alati yajib riwayitiha – tabda alan.”
“That's not a question. You want to know if I know what you just said?” Damien Darhk nodded.
Oliver looked Damien squarely in the eyes. “ 'the tale to be told, begins now'.”
“Okay...I guess that answers my other questions.”
“And that's why you sound the way you do, like you're not entirely sure how to speak English like a native-speaker. You are...but you speak a language that requires far more deliberate diction.”
“Okay....NOW you are creeping me out.”
“Would you believe me that for all of 5 minutes the League called me Rashe al Ghul?”
“There's not many other things that could explain that.”
“Were...were you Rashe, on this world?”
“Officially the League has no demon's head, no leader. We were...'disbanded' to use the PC phrase almost 20 years ago. Chose survival over identity. I continue the Leagues ways...yes.”
“Which is why you were so glad-relieved- to hear that another version of you had a back-bone. Proof that you don't need to be Nazi-strong to be Strong.”
“It is unsettling how well you seem to understand me.”
“Yeah, I can't say I find it particularly comfortable either.”
“You were close to your Laurel.”
“The ONLY good things to come out of the year you ruled Star City was that I found my son and Quentin and I found some common ground.”
The Arabic phrase Damien said to himself on the way out the door translates as 'a man of honor; imagine that'. And was Damien's personal opinion of this 'sentimental doppelganger of the fuhrer'. Damien Darhk of our Earth, of Oliver's Earth was a former member of the League of Assassins who quote 'continues the Leagues ways but through his own organization'. It is noted by several characters over the course of the show that however twisted their aims or extreme their methods, the League of Assassins believes very deeply in a code of honor. So to hear Damien say something about him being a man of honor, in Arabic got Oliver's attention, to say the least.
She saved Oliver for last. The sentimental doppelganger of her own husband, she took particular pleasure in commanding him to admit his failure and beg for the mercy that in his own mind went arm-in-arm with true greatness. Oliver fell to his knees, his arms unrolled in front of him, his eyes pleading. “I have failed my city, Overlord. I have failed my mission, my team and my own mind. I deserve nothing but death. Yet I beg you, let me live and serve you.” He bowed his head until his back was stretched over his legs. “I await your command Overgirl.”
“Death is the cowards way out. You deserve to live with your failure and I will make sure you never delude yourself with visions of freedom again.” She motioned to a pair of Oberleutnant “Take him to the Aberdeen camp. He is the plaything of the Aufseher there until further notice. Oh I'm sorry do you need me to translate that for you?”
“I have a pretty good idea. And who exactly do I belong to now?”
“Well, I will tell you this, Adrian will take great interest in your humiliation Oliver. In fact, he might even play a hand in it himself.”
“Adrian...Adrian CHASE What did I do to him on this Earth?”
“You did nothing to him. But he has, as you would say a desire to prove himself since he was sent to the purgatory of all detention centers instead of becoming Prometheus.”
“What's the German for 'the more things change'?”
“Desto mehr ändern sich die Dinge. The point is he'll take this assignment as his chance at redemption, a way to prove he can break even the hardest of obstinate enemies. Being a military governor of a population of sheep provides little room for advancement. Survive a few weeks under his care and I might reconsider if you yourself have a shot at redemption.”
“Thank you, mistress. I will endeavor to learn the proper attitudes. I will make you see me Overgirl. Even if it is only as a slave.”
“eventually I will ask you for more details on who everyone was on your world. If nothing else you can inspire me with stories. And tell stories of your Earth as a satire for the children.”
“ 'I'm a defeated idiot. These are the fairy tales I used to fight for'.” Oliver said and nodded sagely. “as long as someone hears the stories. Of what my Earth was like...and the people I once knew...and still love.”
“You've won, Alright? So take me. Of my own free will I am your pet and your slave. I've come to accept this. I am yours. I will confess it to the whole planet. I will bow myself before anyone, pleasure you in front of the assembly itself if I must. Just please spare my friend this shame. Keep her in the barracks or the work camps, I doubt she'll object. But leave her OUT of this!”
“You've never mentioned a version of Sasha before. How do you know this woman is anything like your...whatever she was to you?”
“Sasha has the same open face across the multiverse. And I learned to read her face pretty well after the four years she spent dropping in on my team and my friends. It's not sentiment. At least not for the woman I knew. I'm not seeing her through clouded eyes. Sasha is the antitheses of polluted. She sucked at lying and abhorred obfuscation. This woman. Has lived her life in your world and she sees the fuhrer when she looks at me. I know it is not her/ But there is one thing you should understand about us hero types. Well, other than what you already know about us. We will attempt to save any innocent life we have the power to save. It tears us up inside if we can't.”
“You mean like this?” Overgirl pulled Sasha backward into her lap and kissed her, forcefully and passionately. I saw her hand trail down Sasha's ribs to undo her 'knickers' was the only word I could think of. This version Sasha must have been used to such encounters: She didn't struggle at all. I turned away and looked at the ground.
“I am yours Overgirl. I will confess to the whole world that I am yours to beat and abuse according to your whims. What must I do? What would you have me do to prove my submission?”
She looked at me, almost as a challenge. I realized it was a show of sincerity, and determination. To prove she not only meant what she said but would follow through on it. “Prove it.” I told her . The woman I had coveted for so long dropped, almost sank to her right knee and raised her left hand. A position of submission and resignation. “In the more exotic regions of the world, what you just did would signify you had given up all expectation of rights and privileges. And you would be mine to do with as I pleased from this moment on.”
“I know. I learned to fight in those 'exotic regions'.” White Bird said matter of factly.
“Are you also aware White Bird that the promise is binding__and unconditional?” She nodded deeply. “Unclothe.” I commanded. She pulled her skirt down with both hands, and tugged at the sleeves of her blouse until it fell from her shoulders. The breasts. Her breasts were firm and strong. She grabbed my hand and placed my palm against her chest. I clutched her breast.
“Permission to kiss you?”
“Permission granted.” She pulled me in and kissed me. I felt like I was being kissed by a warrior and an equal. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” I asked harshly.
“You are far above us lowly humans Overgirl. You are more than a woman you are a goddess! And to touch a GOD, to know I give you pleasure, makes it worth it.”
“You have some mettle in your bones my dear.” Mistress said as she sat before me, stroking my breasts. “And you are a very beautiful Silver Fox besides.”
“The praise of my superior is the delight of my heart.” I told her, almost mechanically. I knew that if I did not play along, if I did not let myself be coddled and caressed she would send me to the lower cells for some correction. And only after taking a more violent pleasure in my. And so I held my tongue and played the mild, delicate, willing submissive she told me to be. I knew Supergirl's powers, from the Dominator invasion. Overgirl's were at least as strong. And she had none of Kara's restraint. The strange thing was, it felt really good to have another woman in bed with me. She spun herself behind me, put herself against my back and grabbed my breasts.
I flinched but made no protest. She was being gentle with me. I forced myself to remember how nice it felt to not have to fight. To feel warmth in her embrace, rather than fear. To be safe and cared for was a feeling I never expected to enjoy. And had started to wonder if I would ever feel again. “I never knew it was possible to do little more than sit down in front of a person and feel loved. Or at least to BE loved.” She pushed my hair down the front of my shoulder and licked my neck. I knew what that meant. Somehow I had inspired an idea in her head for a new game.
“If you seek a greater challenge, a new adventure, you will find me most accommodating. And a formidable enemy to fight.”
“Forgive me Master I simply meant...Never mind.”
“You cannot sit around doing nothing. Like me, you find discomfiture in in-action. There are ropes above your head. Grab them.” I reached up and felt metal rings, like from a gymnasium and pulled myself up by them. “Now hold yourself up for as long as you can.”
“That shouldn't be too difficult.” I said with a smile. She reached for a control and the rings lifted themselves 40 feet in the air. I was hanging by fingers! I tried to keep the false smile as she tore off the rest of my clothes.
“Ask and you shall receive Sarah. Though it won't always be what you wanted. Only my desires matter. Your only concern is that you please me well enough I keep you as a prisoner under my supervision. The commander of this base would be flattered to enjoy a classic beauty like you. You are the closest thing to a classic beauty I have ever seen with my own two eyes. And you have the heart of a warrior in you. I have a feeling I will enjoy you often. It would be SO much easier on you if I had your cooperation.” She pushed me against the wall and started kissing my throat. “But it is not really required.” She licked the top of my breast. I gasped. “You have permission to fight me.” She said simply. I made a move, a bad move and tried to clock her. She grabbed my fist in her palm and lifted me even higher into the air. “I see you need a little assistance.” She said mockingly. With one hand around my waist she began to 'favor' me with kisses. And soon I was kissing her right back. She put her mouth on my tit and I began to lose myself. “Oh Mistress...Oh...my...”
“Tell me what you know I want to hear.” she commanded, with a hint of threat in her voice.
“Mistress, I am honored and I am humbled. I am sorry I ever resisted you. You are every thing I could ever hope to be and far above anything I deserve. You are the only thing that makes life in this miserable world worth living. You are perfection. I live for you alone Overgirl!!!”