Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve, Steve/Diana
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): PG-13
Summary: Steve dreams of Diana while she waits in Paradise.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): November 30, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 13, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1119
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Of our bondage,
Bitter is the time
In a chained
The Bondage Times"
Steve coughed, his throat rattling like broken glass. Groaning, he tried to find the drinking glass on the bedside table.
“I got it.”
Hal poured water from the pitcher and helped Steve drink.
“Thanks,” Steve croaked.
“Always happy to help.” Hal wheeled his chair closer. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a two-ton semi rolled over me…twice.”
Hal laughed. “Well, the docs said it’s going to take quite awhile for you to get your strength back.”
“Great.” Steve sighed.
“It’s okay to be grumpy.”
“Don’t make me laugh. It hurts!”
Hal grinned. “You must be getting better if you’re making wisecracks.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m peachy.” Steve sighed. “At least we’re home.”
“Contagion-free,” Hal said cheerfully.
“Good.” Steve looked at him blearily. “How are you?”
“Starting to get feeling back.” Hal thumped his leg.
“That’s great, Hal!” Steve immediately perked up.
Hal leaned back in his wheelchair. “We’re both going to make it back, Stevie.”
Steve nodded, a smile on his lips.
“Beloved, you are what my heart needs.”
Diana kissed him, her limbs entwining around his. Steve slipped his hand through her hair, tasting her sweet lips as her body pressed against his. His arousal grew and Diana spread her legs, welcoming him deep within her, heat tingling along his nerves. She threw her head back, purring like an aroused cat.
He felt happy as he joined with her, feeling complete…
“C’mon, whore, time to service the latest ship.”
The burly serviceman grabbed Diana by the hair and pulled her off the bed, kicking her in the ribs. She cried out in pain.
Steve reached out for her, but he was frozen to the bed. He watched in horror as the bully lifted her up by the hair and kissed her roughly, squeezing her breast, then threw her out of the room.
“We’ve got a long line waiting for you, Princess,” the bully said, sneering on the last word.
Diana looked back as she was shoved, her eyes sad.
Steve called out her name desperately…
Steve shot up in bed, his heart racing. He looked around wildly, but he was no longer in Paradise. He was back in his own room at home.
“Hey,” Hal said concernedly as he wheeled in. “What’s up, buddy?”
“Just…just a nightmare.” Steve lay back down, his heart still beating too fast.
“Yeah.” Hal wheeled over to the bed.
Steve rubbed his eyes.
Steve froze. “It was just a dream.”
“It wasn’t the first nightmare you’ve had about her.”
Steve sighed. He looked at his lover.
“You met her in Paradise, didn’t you?”
“She was special.”
“She was. Is.”
“You haven’t said much about your time there.”
Steve shrugged. “Not much to say. I was recovering from the plane crash. Kinda out of it most of the time.”
“They’re said to be amazingly beautiful.”
“The Amazons? Yeah.”
“They don’t have any choice.”
They weren’t talking about beauty.
Hal leaned forward. “What are you thinking?”
“I wish that I could take her away from a life of degradation. And all the rest of her sisters, too.” Steve sighed. “Even if I could, if they were caught…”
“They’re Warriors, aren’t they?”
“Sure, but their skills are rusty. Besides, the Govs keep them drugged. Just enough awareness for them to service their customers.”
Steve was almost shocked by how bitter he sounded. Hal leaned forward.
“You and I have a lot of rehabbing to do. Let’s see how much planning for Paradise we can do.”
Steve’s eyes lit up and he smiled.
Diana swam gracefully in the pool at the base of the waterfall. It was part of her daily exercise routine. After all, out-of-shape whores just wouldn’t do.
She closed her eyes as she swam. She disliked the bitterness, but her life and those of her mother and sisters was bitterness in Paradise.
Her lip nearly curled at the word.
A cruel jest from the Gods.
What about their Goddesses? Athena, Aphrodite, Hera?
Why did they abandon their loyal worshippers?
She sighed. It was unproductive to rage. Besides, it never lasted long.
As she exited the pool, nude body glistening, she couldn’t remember when the world was clear. She was more accustomed to fuzziness, haziness, a rounding of edges and a softening of sharpness.
She didn’t like mellow when it was forced upon her.
As she dried off and dressed in her chiton, she wondered if her restlessness was because of Steve.
She had known many men, of course, but she hadn’t cared about any of them. Whores didn’t care about their customers.
Steve wasn’t a customer.
He was someone she cared about…deeply.
She loved him.
She knew it, deep in her heart, deep in her soul.
She had not told her mother, who despite her drug-induced haze, had no love for men. Her hatred burned beneath that haze. And why not? Twice in her long life men had enslaved her and her sisters and used them as whores.
Diana had missed the first Bondage Times.
How had they endured it?
Of course they had survived, as they would this time. They were Amazons.
A flash of anger penetrated her haze as she curled her fingers into a fist. How long would the Goddesses force them to suffer this misery?
She wanted to smash her fist into a rock, but it was useless. With her bracelets chained together by men, she would just break her hand.
It would not get her out of bedroom duty.
She walked toward the Palace, her mind drifting. Rebellion had come to Paradise decades ago, perhaps a century or more, but had been thwarted.
The punishment had been horrific.
No, telling her mother that she had fallen in love with a man would be folly at best.
Diana lifted her face to the sun, its rays warming her skin. She had felt a connection with Steve Trevor from the first moment she had laid eyes upon him. When he had opened his eyes, she had known.
She had kept her feelings to herself at first. She could have well been wrong, but happily, had not been.
It was Destiny to meet this man.
He was a gift from the Goddesses, his hair the color of the sun, his beauty rivaling that of Apollo. It could not be happenstance, of that she was certain.
He had promised that he would return to her someday.
She had no doubt that he would.