Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Bruce does not appear in this chapter), Edmund Caldwell
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: Disturbing imagery
Summary: Clark learns of Edmund’s plans for him.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 12, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 22, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 545
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With the pain
All around me.
I am doomed.
Unknown Slave Poet
Clark couldn’t stop shaking.
Terror swept over him, and he tried to regulate his breathing, but it was difficult with the ball gag.
He had to calm down. He had to mind his surroundings, figure out where he was, just like Batman and Robin would.
Could he get away?
He couldn’t even move, his bonds were so tight. Unlikely he was going to escape, especially if Harrison Caldwell was going to be around, too. Surely Edmund wasn’t his only captor.
So, he would just have to survive.
Clark closed his eyes tightly. His breathing was harsh in his own ears.
That little girl…she’d tricked him. And when she had revealed herself, she had been delighted at his predicament.
He flushed at the names she had called him. Such contemptuous hatred in her voice!
He felt sorry for her. Her young mind had been poisoned by people like Edmund Caldwell. There were so many like her out there.
Ravaged by thirst, he tried to keep his head as old rumors circled around the edges of his mind. Caldwell cruelty was legendary among Gotham’s slaves, and disdained by even some freemen.
The door opened and Clark tensed.
Edmund came over to the bed and removed the ball gag. “Drink.”
Clark drank from the cup Edmund held. He gasped when his cock was grasped.
“Relax, slut. Use the bedpan.”
Flushed with shame, Clark easily complied, his bladder desperate for release. Edmund left with the bedpan, then returned a few minutes later. Clark winced as a catheter was applied, Edmund careful of the procedure.
“There. Now no more bedpans.” Edmund patted Clark’s thigh. “You’ll get water again in a few hours. No soiling the sheets like the filthy slut you are.” Edmund’s hand petted up and down Clark’s stomach. “I’m such a good father. Why, I haven’t even taken off your glasses. I’ll let Harrison do that. A special unVeiling, as it were. My other son, Halliburton, will be so jealous! Pity I can’t keep you around long enough for his birthday, too.” His hand slid up to Clark’s chest. “But, alas, we’ll only get to enjoy you this weekend. Too risky to keep you longer. The Prince…” the contempt dripped from his voice “…will be wailing and gnashing his teeth.” Edmund leaned down and whispered, “The final fun will be some artistic carving before we dump your body in the lake. It’s so deep that no one will ever find your rotting bones, piece-by-piece, of course.” The cold glint of steel pressed against Clark’s sternum. “Mmm, such a lovely mouth. Can’t wait to try it out.” Edmund’s fingers twisted Clark’s right nipple viciously. The old man laughed at Clark’s cry of pain. He patted his captive’s thigh. “Scream and yell all you want, my pretty slut. No one will hear you. Too early in the season up here.” Edmund moved away from the bed. “Once Harrison and Halliburton come up from the city, we’ll start our fun. Pleasant dreams, whore.”
Edmund’s chuckle drifted back to Clark as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Oh, my god.
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