Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Ollie/Dinah
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): NC-17
Warnings: Sexual assault, violence
Summary: Desperation brings the Darkness.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 19, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 1, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 969
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Borne on the breeze,
“No! Please! Don’t!”
Clark struggled as he was dragged out of his cage, the rocky ground tearing the skin off his knees. The leering slaver tugged on his collar chain, Clark toppling over.
“Whatta stupid slut! Your knees are the place you’re meant to be.” The massive slaver laughed, dragging Clark forward, forcing him to move on his knees. “Not so pretty now, are you, padding along like a dog, huh?” He yanked Clark’s head up painfully. “Not so high-and-mighty now, are you? Trailin’ at the heels of the Prince, you figured you were a pretty big deal, huh? The Prince’s Prize ain’t so grand now, are ya?”
Clark gasped as a harsh tug on the collar chain hurt his neck. He groaned as he was dragged up, his face pressed against the slaver’s groin. Thick fingers carded through his hair, the slaver’s hips moving.
“Mmm, for a slut you’re not bad.” The slaver yanked Clark’s head back and unbuckled his belt. “Now, that mouth of yours is made for a little cock-tastin’. And, hey, this time you’re not a virgin!” Calloused hands grabbed Clark’s hips as another slaver came up behind him, pulling his ass cheeks apart.
Clark struggled. “Please, no! Don’t do this!”
Both slavers laughed as the first slaver rubbed his cock against Clark’s mouth, the second slaver plunging his engorged cock into Clark’s ass. The first slaver crooned, “No Prince’s pet anymore, eh? Just another slut doin’ what you were born to do!”
A scream sounded from somewhere in the distance. Clark gasped and gagged as the slaver withdrew. “That’s Dick!” He tried to get away. “Please, I have to save him!”
The slaver snorted and started to shove his cock back into Clark’s mouth. “You’re not finished here, slut,” he growled, stroking his victim’s face and throat as he started to push back in…
Bruce sat bolt upright on the couch, shaking violently and covered in sweat. It was dark, the living room drapes drawn. Heart pounding, he looked around wildly.
“Dick,” he breathed. He leapt off the couch, hurrying upstairs to Dick’s room, but it was empty. Sagging against the wall, he spotted the nightstand clock.
Of course. It’s only six o’clock. Not even patrol time yet.
Dick could be in the gym or out in the garden with Melody and Roy. Ollie and his Squire had arrived this morning.
He was still trembling. Dick was fine, but Clark? He shut his eyes against the images from his nightmare.
Exhausted, he slid to the floor and put his head down on his knees.
Ollie snapped his cellphone shut. “Damn.”
Dinah sighed as she watched the children in the garden. They were sitting at the table, shaded by a yellow-and-white striped umbrella. “Nothing?”
“Yeah.” Frustration showed in the blond’s face. “With every passing hour, the likelihood of finding Clark gets lower and lower.”
“Bruce will go out of his mind.”
“I know.” Ollie rubbed his eyes. “Dinah, I’m very worried about Clark, but I’m just as worried about Bruce, too.” He looked at her gravely. “You didn’t see him after his parents deaths. It took him years to function normally again.”
Dinah shivered. “I know. To see them gunned down right in front of his eyes…”
“It’s tough. I never saw my parents’ bodies. Uncle Andrew didn’t allow it. It was a closed casket funeral for both.” Dinah laid a hand on his arm. “I wanted to see them, but the plane crash messed them up too badly.” Ollie took a deep breath. “I got a chance to say goodbye, but it was to a couple of coffins. Still, at least I know they died.” His eyes met Dinah’s. “What if Bruce never learns Clark’s fate? What if he spends the rest of his life wondering if Clark’s still alive and suffering, or died a horrible death?”
“Please don’t, Ollie,” Dinah pleaded softly.
“I’m sorry.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m getting all morbid, I know.”
Dinah sighed. “It’s hard not to. Not only this with Clark, but first Hal so sick after his disappearance in space and now Steve falls ill.”
“Good thing that virus was contained on the moonbase.”
Dinah frowned. “Surely someone saw Clark being taken! It was downtown Gotham, for heaven’s sake!”
Ollie stood up. “I just can’t sit around here.”
“It’s too early for patrol.”
“Yeah, but every second counts. I’m going on the computer and see what I can scare up.”
Ollie headed for the Manor.
He entered through the kitchen, picking up a shiny green apple as he strode toward the library.
“Bruce!” He hurried forward to the hunched figure on the floor. “You look like hell. Are you sick?”
Bruce nodded. “Sick with worry,” he rasped. He grabbed Ollie’s arm. “What’s happening to Clark right now?”
Ollie hid his wince at Bruce’s bruising grip. He put his hand over his friend’s. “I don’t know. We can only hope for the best.”
“That’s not good enough!” Bruce stood up. Anger dripped from every word. “He could be in some harem or off-world or some brothel! He could be…be…”
Ollie understood all too well. “Bruce, we will find him.”
“When?” Bruce snapped. “When it’s too late?”
Ollie kept a rein on his own temper. He was frustrated, too, but how much worse was it for Bruce? Especially if what Dinah suspected about Bruce’s true feelings was correct.
“You and I combine our resources, and we’re unstoppable.”
Bruce stared, then nodded curtly.
“Let’s go to the Cave. It’ll be time for patrol soon.”
Ollie followed Bruce through the clock and down the stone steps.