Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Kathy/Serina, various other slaves
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: Batwoman breaks up a slave-smuggling ring.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): November 15, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 12, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 786
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Note: Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Dame Edith Meggs
Batwoman crashed through the skylight, shards of glass raining down on the smugglers below. Shouts and curses flew through the air as she laughed.
“Sorry, boys, but we frown on lawbreaking here in Gotham.”
“Fuck off, bitch!”
“Now, now, is that any way to talk to a lady?”
Batwoman easily ducked a roundhouse punch and sledgehammered her would-be assailant with a punch of her own. She made quick work of the rest of the gang, knocking them out and tying them up. She called the GCPD, then searched the warehouse. She found a locked door and slid the bolt open.
The room was dark and she saw shadowy figures against a wall. “Who are you?”
Batwoman turned on the light.
She saw several slaves of both sexes, naked and huddling together for warmth in the cold room.
“Do you remember your names?”
“Some of us do.” The speaker was a man in his early thirties with large violet eyes and glossy black hair. He was gorgeous, and so were the others. “Did you wrap up the gang?” Admiration laced his voice.
Batwoman smirked. “I sure did. You and your fellow slaves can rest easy. You’ll be taken in by the GCPD soon.”
“Will we be returned to our rightful owners?” asked a blond woman, soft hair spilling over her breasts.
“Yes.” There were relieved looks on most of the slaves’ faces, fear on others. “I’ll wait until the police get here.”
Batwoman left the room, closing the door but keeping it unlocked. The smugglers were still out cold.
The door opened again and the blond slipped out.
“Can the Caldwell slaves be lost?”
“There are Caldwell slaves here?” At the blond’s nod, Batwoman said, “I’ll let Jim Gordon know. Who are they?”
“The redhead with the ugly scar across her breast, and the blond man she’s with. He’s got some scars on his buttocks and thighs. He’s also got a prosthetic right hand. Old Man Caldwell cut it off.”
Batwoman’s eyes narrowed, rage seething in her as she thought of Caldwell. She would see him punished.
The blond took her gloved hand and kissed the palm, then pressed it between her legs. Batwoman looked at the slave, feeling the heat of her aroused sex even through the glove.
“It’s all I have to give, and I give myself to you freely.” Her eyes shone. “You’re so beautiful.”
Batwoman looked at the lovely face, lush breasts, and perfect skin, seeing the hope in blue eyes.
Smiling, she removed her glove, pressing her hand up hard against the blond’s sex, feeling the juices as the slave groaned. Her fingers slipped inside and the blond moaned in pleasure. She pushed down, eager for Batwoman to go deeper, and she gasped, Batwoman bracing her back with her other hand. The blond shuddered as she came, chest heaving.
Batwoman smiled and released her, the blond immediately going to her knees. Nimble fingers pulled down her tights, a hot tongue touching between Batwoman’s legs, the redhead’s hands clutching a shoulder and the back of the slave’s head. She tilted her own head back, little noises escaping her lips.
With a small cry, Batwoman shuddered, the blond withdrawing and looking up at her with big, cornflower-blue eyes, licking rosy lips.
Batwoman patted her head, smiling as she pulled up her tights, the blond rising to her feet. Batwoman pushed back a lock of hair, kissing her gently as she cupped her breast.
Once separated, the superhero said, “Better get back to your friends.” The slave started to go, turning back when the redhead asked, “What’s your name?”
“And your House?”
Batwoman nodded, waving Serina on, her green eyes glittering as she watched the slave return to the storage room.
Smiling, Batwoman strutted to meet the police.
Kathy slipped in under the covers, fresh from her shower. Feeling warm and sleepy, stray thoughts drifted through her mind.
This batch wasn’t exotics but they were all pleasure slaves. There’s a number of domestic slave-smuggling rings, but the exotic rings are stepping up their activity.
I’ll have to contact Jim Gordon later this morning. I need to see that the kidnapped slaves are safely brought home.
She smirked in grim satisfaction. Batwoman had already arranged with Jim to ‘lose’ the Caldwell slaves, who were already on their way off-world with new identities.
Kathy glanced at her bedside clock. The Kents were due at the airport at 11:30. Plenty of time to get some sleep.
She snuggled down under the covers, glad that the trial would not resume until tomorrow.