Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Bruce does not appear in this chapter), Hayley Quinzell
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: Discussion of D/s lifestyle, descriptions of rape (not related)
Summary: Hayley discusses the Dominant/submissive concept with Clark.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 17, 2009
Date Of Posting: December 1, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 691
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
My heart is yours,
My soul is yours.
Is pure pleasure.
"Peaches And Other Poems"
"I ONLY WISH TO SERVE"
“I don’t mind submitting.”
Hayley looked at the K’Shaya, interest ratcheting up. She remained calm as always.
“It’s not a problem for you?”
The Prize blushed as he nodded. “I…I never have.”
“He owns you.”
“Not by your choice.” The slight hesitation piqued Hayley’s interest even more. “You’re talking about a Dom/sub dynamic.”
K’Shaya nodded, still blushing but proud just the same.
“I know D/s is a part of Human psychology as well as many other races.” She tapped her stylus on her datapad. “So you feel comfortable submitting?”
She was delighted by his rosy blush. What a sweetheart!
“I know you would prefer freedom, but some might find it odd that you would willingly place yourself back into slavery.”
“…it would be my choice.”
Hayley nodded in satisfaction. “You’re right, K’Shaya. Dom/sub relationships are entered into freely by both parties, satisfying both partners’ needs. Besides, the sub holds the power.” She winked and K'Shaya blushed but laughed. She could see how K’Shaya could inveigle his Master. Bruce Wayne was a powerful man, but susceptible to beauty and the goodness of heart that she could clearly see in his Prize. Like all good subs, K’Shaya could get what he wanted while happily serving his Dom, which he needed desperately, as much as his Dom needed him to serve.
“I…did some research on it. D/s is strictly forbidden.”
“Yes. Society frowns on freemen even playing at D/s. Oh, bondage games in the bedroom are all right, but nothing in public, and no living a D/s lifestyle. People figure with bedslaves so freely available, it’s redundant. Not to mention an erosion of social norms.”
“They don’t understand Human nature,” the Prize said quietly.
“No, they don’t.” Impressed, Hayley said, “Mr. Wayne is clearly of the intelligent companion school.” At the slave’s inquiring look she explained, “Some Masters prefer beautiful bodies but empty heads. Others want intellectual as well as physical stimulation.”
“Ah, yes, Master Bruce does want companionship.”
“It looks like you fill that role admirably.” The shy smile dazzled Hayley. “So you’re happy with this relationship?”
“Good.” Hayley wrote on her pad. “It makes things easier.”
Her patient nodded. Bruce Wayne had told her that she had guessed correctly about what had happened during the kidnapping. She was sorry to be right but not surprised.
"Your Master believes in Abolition."
"That must help you, too."
"It does." He laughed. "Sorry for the short answers."
She smiled. "Perfectly all right." She scribbled a note. "K'Shaya, would you like to talk about what happened in the cabin?"
He stiffened. "I..."
"Talking about it will help you get past it."
He looked down, fingers entwining. “He…Edmund…had me tied to the bed…I woke up naked and …and chained…to the bed…he…” The Prize grabbed a tissue, twisting it around and around. “He made it clear what he and his sons were going to do to me. And he...” The Prize swallowed, shaking slightly. “He threatened me with a knife…said if I didn’t suck him off…I’d lose my eye.”
“So you did it.”
“Yes.” His voice was so soft that Hayley could barely hear it.
“You told your Master about it.”
”He didn’t reject you.”
“Oh, no! Quite the contrary.”
“That’s good.” Hayley continued rocking. “Do you think you failed him?”
“I thought…I should have fought harder.”
“You would have lost your eye.”
“He prefers you whole, K’Shaya.”
“He knows what happened in the slavers’ camp, the auction hall, and in that cabin. He knows none of it’s your fault.” She stopped rocking. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, K’Shaya.”
He looked up, and she swore she could see his eyes even behind those dark glasses.
“I only wish to serve.”
Hayley kept her expression neutral. She felt that the Prize’s statement was something more than slave for Master, but kept it to herself.
If it was anything more, she would not reveal it.