Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve/Diana, Clark/Bruce, Dick, Melody, Roy, Alfred, Diana/Selina
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. New superheroes appear on the scene as the Abolitionist Movement gathers strength. Meanwhile, Lex gets his heart’s desire while long-held secrets begin to spill out of the Manor. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Summary: At the Harvest Ball, Diana enjoys an unexpected encounter.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): September 23, 2009
Date Of Posting: January 21, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1058
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Note: Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Are life’s Nirvana,
Sweet and soft,
The wine of love.
THE QUEEN’S PLEASURE
Diana preened, her bracelets jangling as Bruce, Dick, and Bruce’s Prize admired her costume for the Harvest Ball.
“Cleopatra, eh?” Bruce smirked, though appreciation was in his eyes for her low-cut gown. The circlet crown was lightweight, beads jangling whenever she moved her head. She liked the design of the Egyptian-style necklace, the lapis lazuli and faience complementing the gold.
“Yes, and here is my Marc Antony…” she turned to Steve. “…and my Julius Caesar.” Hal grinned.
“Impressive theme.” Bruce adjusted his silver-blue robes. He was an ancient Jovaran king, Jolan, accompanied by his pleasure slave, Jewel, considered the template for all Jovaran pleasure slaves. Clark was completely Veiled, the heavy beads around his waist and around his circlet clacking as he moved.
Diana had enjoyed the trick-or-treating custom, amused as Dick, Melody, and Roy had lustily chanted the mantra at every door, receiving their treats. The children had dressed as the Scarlet Witch, Captain America, and Iron Man, with Dick as Cap and Roy as Iron Man. They were currently in the library divvying up their candy, or ‘loot’, as they called it.
“Time to go,” Bruce said. “Alfred, the Manor is in your hands.”
“Very good, sir.”
Diana loved the sparkle and light of the Harvest Ball, classical music filling the large hall at the Gotham Museum of Fine Arts.
Parties had been rare on Paradise Island for the last four centuries. Any large-scale events tended to be the slave auctions as a ship had come in, and then it had been straight to the bedrooms.
Smaller celebrations had been held for birthdays and Amazon holidays, but carefree events like this had been non-existent.
She circulated among the guests, quite a few impressed with her costume. While her eyes were rimmed in kohl and blue eyeshadow had been applied, she wore a glittering yellow domino mask. She had no intention of being recognized as Wonder Woman.
This society fascinated her. It was rife with contradictions, honoring liberty but enslaving half its population. The Declaration of Independence was a sacred national relic, ensconced in marble and gold, and secured at night in an impenetrable underground vault. The Constitution was given the same honor and protection, and the Bill of Rights was considered an amazing addendum, yet the people willingly submitted to wiretapping and surveillance of their mail and computers, all in the name of ‘security’.
Diana hated part of this society. They had cruelly exploited her mother and sisters without a flicker of conscience, yet their charitable contributions were world-renowned. It amazed her that mortals could have such blind spots, organizing charities for the poor or disadvantaged yet treat slaves worse than they treated their dogs or cats.
She wanted to get in touch with the National Abolitionist Society, and Bruce was a good contact. So were Ollie and Dinah.
People started to dance as the orchestra played, and she saw Steve and Hal take a turn around the floor. They looked good together, smiling and gliding around the floor as the room glittered with chandelier light and sequined costumes.
“Care to dance?”
The sultry voice immediately caught Diana’s attention and she turned to see a gorgeous woman in a dancing girl costume, the filmy material hugging luscious curves and accentuating creamy skin. Emerald-studded gold rings and bracelets complemented lemon-yellow folds, her necklace set with a giant emerald sparkling between her breasts. Kohl-rimmed green eyes looked at Diana steadily over her half-Veil.
Diana took hold of the warm hand and led her partner out onto the dance floor.
The woman lived up to her costume, her movements sensuous and alluring. A faint scent of jasmine tickled Diana’s nose, and she took deep breaths. It was her favorite scent.
Diana led, skirts swirling as they glided around the dance floor. Prisms of light from the chandeliers’ glitter lightly touched the dancing girl’s Veil and slid down to caress the curves of her body, her eyes as mesmerizing as a cat’s.
Diana had missed the scent of feminine sweetness, the softness of curves and skin, the lushness of lips. She dearly loved her men, but she was an Amazon, a lover of women. She would always be so.
The dancing girl danced closer, their breasts touching. The emerald glittered its beauty as its hardness pressed Diana’s skin.
Diana drew her partner closer, their thighs touching as they swayed, the dancing girl brushing her face against Diana’s. Diana’s beads jangled, her mouth curving into a smile.
She reached up and gently tugged away the half-Veil from the lower half of the dancing girl’s face, revealing luscious red lips, the epitome of sensuality. Diana’s sex tingled as she leaned in.
The kiss was warm and wet, her arms tightening around the other woman. With a deft maneuver, the woman brought them off the dance floor and out onto the deserted balcony, Diana shivering as cool air touched warm skin.
With a moan Diana sat on the balustrade, spreading her legs as the dancing girl fell to her knees with feline grace, slipping beneath the silky gown and gently slipping Diana’s panties down, her tongue licking like a cat licking cream.
Diana’s chest heaved, her sex burning as her partner’s talented tongue reached deep into her, waves of pleasure washing over her as she orgasmed again and again.
She rested blissfully against the shrubs lining the balustrade. The dancing girl raised her head, a pink tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“Are you pleased, my Queen?”
“Very much so. Here, let me take care of you.”
Diana’s nimble fingers reached under the veils and found what she was looking for, her partner arching her back and purring as Diana delighted in warm wetness.
Jewelry jangled and the jasmine perfume’s scent grew stronger. The dancing girl pushed herself down onto Diana’s fingers, every movement a sensual delight. She shuddered as she came, wetness covering Diana’s fingers.
“Mmm,” purred the dancing girl. “Thank you, my Queen.”
Diana withdrew her fingers, licking them clean. Green eyes glittered appreciatively from her partner. The dancing girl smiled and rose, sashaying away.
There was truly magic in the air tonight.
Diana was going to like Man’s World.