Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Queen Hippolyta, Steve/Diana, Joel Tanner, Astrid, Mike Anderson, Hal/Steve
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: Diana goes to inform Hal and Steve that the Rebellion is beginning.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): March 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 17, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 714
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
And Aphrodite’s heart
At her people
"It is time."
"The Bondage Times"
"IT IS TIME"
“It is time.”
Diana nodded. “I shall go and tell Steve and Hal.”
“Be careful, Daughter. We must not be caught when we are on the brink of freedom.”
“I understand, Mother.”
Diana carefully left the Palace.
Joel Tanner walked through the streets of the city, enjoying the beautiful weather. He nodded to various Amazons, who nodded back.
Joel knew he was a good soldier, and treated the Amazons with respect. He knew how some of the men had treated them in the past.
He didn’t want to be that kind of man.
“Oh, hi, Astrid.”
The blond Amazon nearly jumped. “Oh, hello, Lieutenant Tanner.”
“How’s your hand?”
“Better, thank you.” She touched the bandage.
Joel was sincere in his concern. He didn’t like to see any of them hurt.
Astrid walked away, Joel remembering his close call that morning in the kitchen. He had been so intent on getting her to the physician that he had left the drug behind. He had rushed back, lightheaded with relief to see that it hadn’t been touched, the vial still on the kitchen counter where he’d left it.
He ran a hand over his crewcut, thankful for small miracles.
The Princess was coming out of the Palace. He watched as she strolled toward the cliffs.
She was the most beautiful of all the Amazons. He had seen her bathing in the waterfall pool.
She was one of the most-requested whores on the Island.
Joel’s mouth twisted. He hated the business of this Island. He wasn’t overly fond of slavery, but this degradation of a whole race of proud women…he sighed.
“What’s up, soldier?”
“Oh, hello, Major.”
Mike Anderson stood in the morning sunshine, hazel eyes calm but perceptive.
“You seem a little down-in-the-mouth.”
Joel shrugged. “I guess even Paradise can be a bummer sometimes.”
Mike rolled up his sleeves, the sun warm on his skin. “What’s bothering you?”
Joel shrugged. “Nothing specific.” He felt uneasy lying, but the military frowned on soldiers with Abolitionist leanings.
Mike observed his subordinate. “Okay, but you can always talk to me.”
Joel nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
Mike walked toward the communications building and Joel turned around.
Maybe he could catch a glimpse of the Princess.
Diana looked back. No one was following her. Good.
Fortunately, surveillance was minimum on the Island. Considering the military thought of their charges as the thoroughly beaten, investment in equipment was kept low, leaving her and her sisters a modicum of freedom to do as they wished in between customers.
Diana picked up the pace, eager to see Steve again,
She was also enjoying the clarity of things again after such a long fog. Colors were brilliant, sounds sharper, smells sweeter.
She scrambled over rocks, entering the cave and quietly calling out. Steve and Hal emerged from the shadows.
“Angel.” Steve’s smile was pure sunshine.
She held out her hand and he took it. “I came to tell you that the plan will be set in motion tonight.”
Steve nodded. Hal rested a hand on his holster. “Details?”
Diana and Steve walked hand-in-hand in the small cove, the sun brilliant on the water.
It was a risk to do this, but Diana had assured Steve that no soldiers came out this far.
“It’s so beautiful here.”
“We love our home.”
Steve lowered his head. “I’m sorry we corrupted it.”
Diana squeezed his hand. “You did not.”
He raised his head. “But I serve the organization that enslaved you and keeps you in bondage.”
Steve smiled, then the smile faded. “Diana…”
“When your sisters attack…will they…?”
“I am sorry, Steve. I cannot guarantee your fellow soldiers’ safety.”
Steve nodded slowly. “I understand,” he rasped, guilt still weighing heavily upon him.
“I am sorry.”
“I know.” He stopped walking and turned toward Diana, taking her shoulders and pulling her in for a kiss.
High up on the cliff, Joel Tanner watched in shock.