Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Rainbow Prisms Arc) (22/42)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve/Diana (Hal does not appear in this chapter), Gary Merrill, Donna Troy, Miranda Ashton
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. Clark finally learns about his identity and heritage. Will that knowledge tear him and Bruce apart? Meanwhile, Rebellion and Abolition twist and turn in the pageantry of events.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: Attempted rape and a misogynistic slur.
Summary: Wonder Woman experiences an unpleasant encounter while on patrol.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): December 7, 2010
Date Of Posting: November 25, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1884
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: The magnificent story cover is by the wonderfully-talented ctbn60. Thanks so much, luv! :)
Is a sight to behold,
Her righteous anger,
Sparks in sultry eyes,
Truth be told.
Fear the power
Of the Amazon.
Sir Andrew Tellman
"Legend Of The Amazons"
POWER OF THE AMAZON
Wonder Woman rode the wind currents as she kept an eye on activity below. The city of Boston was a glittering jewel by-the-sea, the crisp air of autumn and the turning of the colors adding an extra bounce to the steps of pedestrians.
Wonder Woman liked this time of year. She liked the feel of the cool air on her skin and the turning of the leaves. She liked the sweet/tart crispness of apples fresh from the orchard and the goodness in pies. She liked a warm crackling fire in the fireplace while sitting on the couch and in Steve’s arms, Hal smiling and rubbing her feet.
You spoil me, my boys.
She was grateful for these feelings. It would have been very easy to hate men after all that had happened, but Steve and Hal made it easy not to hate. She was able to appreciate other men, too: heroes like Batman and Green Arrow and the Flash. Hawkman could be high-handed, but Hawkgirl kept him in line.
Though Wonder Woman knew the darkness in men’s hearts.
She would not fall prey to evil behind a pretty face, but she could read men’s hearts well. And she also knew that women could harbor darkness, too, but she also believed in the lightness of being. Goodness did exist in people. They merely needed encouragement to show it in an oppressive world.
She tilted her face toward the sun, eyes closed, enjoying its warmth. Times like these helped her to forget old wounds, old horrors. Her heart ached, but she opened her eyes and returned to her business of patrol.
A cry reached her ears and she immediately headed in that direction.
Wonder Woman came upon a scene that darkened a bright day: a young female slave (the Amazon estimated that she was in her twenties) cringed on her knees, surrounded by a menacing group of men around her age. One well-dressed youth jutted his hips toward her, laughing as he grabbed her head and pushed her face into his crotch. They were in a small park, hidden from the street by shrubbery and trees, but it was unlikely anyone would have come to the slave’s aid, anyway.
Wonder Woman felt the rage build up in her. She flew on the air currents, never taking her eyes off the tableau below her.
The youth was starting to unzip his pants as he pulled the slave’s head back by her hair when the Amazon slammed into him, sending him flying into a tree. He yelped in pain and rage.
“What the fuck?” His eyes widened as he saw Wonder Woman, then narrowed. “What gives you the right to interfere?”
“Is this girl your slave?” Wonder Woman put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Does she belong to any of you?”
The circle of men quickly shook their heads.
Wonder Woman squeezed the slave’s shoulder lightly. “Rise, child.” The slave obeyed, edging closer to her savior.
The youth sneered, “Stay out of this, woman! You can’t order me around! You’re wearing slave bracelets yourself!” Brown hair fell into his dark-brown eyes as his handsome face contorted into an ugly mask.
“These are Amazons bracelets, symbols of freedom,” Wonder Woman said coolly.
“Like hell! I’ll bet you’re some escaped slave. You should get on your knees and service me like that whore, ‘cause all slaves are whores, especially the female ones!”
“Gary, I wouldn’t…” warned one of the others.
“What’s she gonna do to me? Stupid cunt is like all the rest of them…argh!”
Gary went flying again, ending up in a thornbush. He yelped and struggled to get out. Snickers were heard but quickly stifled as Gary glared their way.
Wonder Woman’s gaze was icy. “Foolish man,” she scoffed. “You have no conception of the power of women.” She towered over him, hands on hips. “Perhaps you should be taught a lesson.”
The young men watching looked interested. The slave girl stayed close by Wonder Woman, not trusting the freemen.
The Amazon stalked toward Gary, looming over him. Her beautiful face took on a sneer. “Little man, you look foolish in the bramble bush. Let me help you out of it.” She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him up with one hand, his feet and arms flailing as she held him high above the ground. “You keep your dick in your pants and your grubby paws off other people’s property.” She dropped him back into the bramble bush.
There was outright laughter from the boys, who parted to allow Wonder Woman and the slave girl to pass.
Out on the street, Wonder Woman asked, “Where is your Mistress?”
“At the tearoom, m’lady.” The girl pointed across the street. “I was returning from the dress shop when I was waylaid.” She shivered.
Wonder Woman squeezed her shoulder. “I will escort you there, Miss…”
The brunette nodded and dutifully trotted beside Wonder Woman, who was stopping traffic and causing fingers to point. They entered the tearoom, the little bell above the door jingling to signal their arrival.
The interior of the restaurant was dim, the scent of spices strong as Wonder Woman escorted Donna to a table where a woman in her early thirties sat chatting with another woman at a table with a violet tablecloth, intricately designed and tasseled. Primping her dark hair, Donna’s Mistress looked around to see the newcomers.
“Donna, you’re late.”
“She was waylaid, Ms…?” asked Wonder Woman.
“Well, Ms. Ashton, Donna was nearly raped in the park.”
“What?” Miranda grabbed Donna’s shoulders. “You weren’t violated?”
Relief was evident in Miranda’s tone as she let Donna go. “Good. I have no desire to try and explain to George why one of our most valuable slaves was violated on my watch.”
Wonder Woman frowned. She knew the callousness of freemen, but she was still irritated by it.
“I mean, just think about it! What a disgrace to the family name. You must be more careful, Donna.”
Before the girl could respond, Wonder Woman said, “She has no protection out there, Ms. Ashton. Truly, you should have a bodyguard with her if you are going to send her on errands.”
Irritation crossed Miranda’s face. “Really, Wonder Woman, you have no right to criticize my handling of my slaves.”
“Do what you will, Ms. Ashton. I just hope that you realize letting a lovely young woman like this out there among the wolves is foolhardy.”
Miranda’s mouth twisted into a disapproving grimace as she grabbed Donna’s arm and drew the slave to her, pressing her to her knees.
“Thank you for rescuing my slave, Wonder Woman,” she said frostily.
Wonder Woman inclined her head. “You are most welcome, Ms. Ashton. Goodbye, Donna.”
Donna gave her a shy smile. “Goodbye and thank you, Wonder Woman.”
The Amazon walked stiffly out of the tearoom.
Steve looked away from the computer as he heard the back door slam. “Angel, that you?” He doubted that it was Hal, unless his off-world mission as Green Lantern had ended early.
Diana stalked into the library, looking every inch an Amazon Warrior. Steve felt a thrill go through him at the sight.
“Darling, what is it? Something happen? I…oof!”
Diana grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her, kissing him roughly. Surprised, he went with it, her knee rubbing between his legs. He moaned as she broke their kiss and bit his neck, ripping the buttons off his shirt and they went flying, bouncing crazily around the room.
He put his arms around her, pulling her closer, and she took hold of one nipple, sucking almost painfully. She sucked the other nipple and kissed him again hard, Steve returning the kiss. They stumbled toward the bedroom, Diana pushing him down onto the bed, removing his shirt and pulling his jeans and briefs down as he kicked off his shoes, her hands pulling off his socks.
He tried to catch his breath but she was on him in a second, still costumed. The fabric was silky against his skin as she pressed down on him, devouring his mouth.
He cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly, a groan tearing from her. She sat up, eyes glittering as they raked over Steve’s body. He could feel his body ache in response as he grabbed her hips.
She peeled off her costume, removing her belt and Lasso, keeping her boots on as she knelt between Steve’s legs. She grabbed a handful of his blond hair.
“Love me,” she growled.
He was more than happy to oblige, rubbing her thighs as she rested her hands on them. His fingers traced down to caress warm skin on the insides of her thighs, feeling telltale heat as they crept closer to what throbbed between her legs.
She gasped as his clever fingers found her heat, slipping inside her and massaging. She groaned, pushing so that he could go deeper, her head tilting back.
“Angel,” he breathed, his cock bobbing as he ached to be fully inside her.
She looked down, a smile of pure lust spreading across her face, and she reached for his cock, his fingers slipping out of her and grabbing onto the sheets.
Diana smiled, her fingers manipulating and massaging his cock, reducing him to a writhing, begging lover who would do anything for his Angel.
“Please, Angel…” Steve gasped.
Diana gently ran her fingers over the head of his cock, pleased at the reactions of her lover. She leaned forward, dark hair falling over her breasts.
“Let me…” he groaned.
She smiled again and positioned herself over his cock, lowering herself onto his rigid flesh. Steve groaned again, enclosed in her heat. He thrust up, Diana moaning. He was not afraid of hurting her.
His pulse pounded as he continued, her howls of pleasure spurring him on, his heart racing as he saw her head thrust back as powerful thighs pumped up-and-down as she took over, Steve giving one final thrust as he came, his seed spilling down her legs as she screamed.
She slid off him and collapsed, his arms going around her as they both panted.
After several minutes, she raised her head from his chest. “Thank you.”
Steve rubbed her arm. “You’re always welcome, Angel.” He let a few more minutes pass, then asked, “What happened?”
Diana took a deep breath and explained what had transpired. Steve tightened his hold on her.
She gently rubbed his chest. “It is not your fault.”
“Sometimes I hate this world.”
Diana kissed his chest. “It is harsh, but people like you and Hal make it bearable, even joyful.” She ran her fingers back-and-forth over his skin. “I need to quicken my schedule.”
“Yes.” Her voice grew hard. “My Abolitionist schedule.”
Steve watched the patterns of sunlight on the ceiling shift and dance. “Hal and I will back your play all the way.”
Diana smiled. “I know.”
They slept peacefully.