Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (14/38)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (14/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Bruce does not appear in this chapter), Edmund Caldwell
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): NC-17
Warnings: Sexual assault, violence
Spoilers: None
Summary: Edmund’s patience runs out.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 19, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 3, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 768
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Floating,
Stars
All around
Me.
Free,
While my body
Is trapped
Below.
Alline du Maurier
"Crushed Petals"
2068 C.E.
XIV
TAKEN
Clark fought down his panic.
He had to remain calm, figure a way out of this. That was what Batman and Robin would do.
He tested his bonds.
No help there.
If he couldn’t get away, then he would have to survive. He had the weekend before they would kill him. No matter what vile, disgusting things they forced him to do, he would do it. He had to stay alive long enough to be rescued.
And if he wasn’t rescued?
Then he would go down fighting.
He tried to calm his racing heart. He knew that he was in major trouble. The Caldwells would try and jam several days of ‘fun’ into one weekend.
He shivered, wishing that he had a blanket.
Edmund had mentioned the lake, and that it was “early in the season”. He peered around the room.
Wood paneling, like an old-fashioned cabin.
So he was in the mountains?
Then he probably wasn’t too far from Gotham. Hope flared in his chest. Surely Bruce and Dick could puzzle this out and come for him!
The door opened. Clark tensed as Edmund came in.
The old man sat on the bed, pushing a cup to Clark’s lips after he removed the ball gag.
“Drink.”
Clark obeyed, desperately thirsty. He didn’t like the catheter but it was better than soiling the bed.
Edmund patted his cheek. “Good slut,” he crooned, his hand stroking Clark’s throat and down to his chest, brushing a nipple. At Clark’s tensing, Edmund laughed.
“Relax, whore. Keep up your strength. You’ll need it.”
Clark tried to stay calm. The more he showed his fear, the more the old sadist would taunt him. He tried not to shiver as the wizened hand touched him all over.
“I’ve been very patient, but you are delectable.” This time Clark did shiver as Edmund stroked his buttocks. “I think I’ll take a taste.” The voice was amused. “I don’t think Harrison will mind.”
Suddenly the coldness of steel touched his face just below his right eye under his glasses. Edmund leaned forward and whispered, “If you want to keep your eye, you’ll open your mouth when I’m ready.”
Edmund climbed up on the bed and unzipped his pants, taking his cock out. Rubbing it over Clark’s face he touched it to his lips, leaving a trail of glistening precum, his hand snaking around to grab Clark’s hair.
“Open your cocksucking mouth, slut, and do what you’re made for.”
Clark’s mind raced. He wasn’t going to be killed, not this early, but he would lose his eye. Being a one-eyed slut wouldn’t prevent him from performing.
Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth.
“Mmm, that’s a good slut.”
Clark checked out.
He immediately went into the state of mind he’d learned in the slavers’ camp: he felt as if this was happening to someone else.
His mind subconsciously registered Edmund’s lustful grunts, the squeaking movement of the bed, the fingers wrapped in his hair, the bulk of the hard flesh in his mouth and the smell of arousal.
He was drifting, his jaw muscles working to pleasure his rapist, but he felt no emotion. He was locked down, only dimly aware of Edmund’s thrusts and the hand digging into his thigh.
“Yeeesss, this mouth was made to suck cock.”
The taunts rolled over him like a cascade of water, and suddenly he slammed back to reality as thick semen flowed down his throat, and as Edmund withdrew, he coughed and gagged, despising the taste of Edmund Caldwell’s cum bitter in his mouth.
Edmund laughed, shaking himself off, droplets splashing onto Clark’s chest.
“Oh, you are talented.” Cleaning himself off with a tissue, he tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped up. “Marvelous! I knew that mouth was made to take cock.” He stroked Clark’s throat. “Since it’s Harrison’s birthday, I’ll let him decide whether he’d rather be sucked off first or fuck you. Either way, I’ll take the other end. Halliburton can wait.” His other hand stroked Clark’s shoulders. “Age has its privileges.” His voice grew husky. “I can’t wait to spread your legs as far as they’ll go. You know, Harrison’s even bigger than me, but I have faith you can handle him, ass or mouth. You certainly were built to serve!”
The stroking stopped and Clark gasped as a sharp slap rocked his head, Edmund laughing as he left Clark with stinging eyes and cheek and a bitter taste in his mouth.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Bruce does not appear in this chapter), Edmund Caldwell
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): NC-17
Warnings: Sexual assault, violence
Spoilers: None
Summary: Edmund’s patience runs out.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 19, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 3, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 768
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Floating,
Stars
All around
Me.
Free,
While my body
Is trapped
Below.
Alline du Maurier
"Crushed Petals"
2068 C.E.
XIV
TAKEN
Clark fought down his panic.
He had to remain calm, figure a way out of this. That was what Batman and Robin would do.
He tested his bonds.
No help there.
If he couldn’t get away, then he would have to survive. He had the weekend before they would kill him. No matter what vile, disgusting things they forced him to do, he would do it. He had to stay alive long enough to be rescued.
And if he wasn’t rescued?
Then he would go down fighting.
He tried to calm his racing heart. He knew that he was in major trouble. The Caldwells would try and jam several days of ‘fun’ into one weekend.
He shivered, wishing that he had a blanket.
Edmund had mentioned the lake, and that it was “early in the season”. He peered around the room.
Wood paneling, like an old-fashioned cabin.
So he was in the mountains?
Then he probably wasn’t too far from Gotham. Hope flared in his chest. Surely Bruce and Dick could puzzle this out and come for him!
The door opened. Clark tensed as Edmund came in.
The old man sat on the bed, pushing a cup to Clark’s lips after he removed the ball gag.
“Drink.”
Clark obeyed, desperately thirsty. He didn’t like the catheter but it was better than soiling the bed.
Edmund patted his cheek. “Good slut,” he crooned, his hand stroking Clark’s throat and down to his chest, brushing a nipple. At Clark’s tensing, Edmund laughed.
“Relax, whore. Keep up your strength. You’ll need it.”
Clark tried to stay calm. The more he showed his fear, the more the old sadist would taunt him. He tried not to shiver as the wizened hand touched him all over.
“I’ve been very patient, but you are delectable.” This time Clark did shiver as Edmund stroked his buttocks. “I think I’ll take a taste.” The voice was amused. “I don’t think Harrison will mind.”
Suddenly the coldness of steel touched his face just below his right eye under his glasses. Edmund leaned forward and whispered, “If you want to keep your eye, you’ll open your mouth when I’m ready.”
Edmund climbed up on the bed and unzipped his pants, taking his cock out. Rubbing it over Clark’s face he touched it to his lips, leaving a trail of glistening precum, his hand snaking around to grab Clark’s hair.
“Open your cocksucking mouth, slut, and do what you’re made for.”
Clark’s mind raced. He wasn’t going to be killed, not this early, but he would lose his eye. Being a one-eyed slut wouldn’t prevent him from performing.
Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth.
“Mmm, that’s a good slut.”
Clark checked out.
He immediately went into the state of mind he’d learned in the slavers’ camp: he felt as if this was happening to someone else.
His mind subconsciously registered Edmund’s lustful grunts, the squeaking movement of the bed, the fingers wrapped in his hair, the bulk of the hard flesh in his mouth and the smell of arousal.
He was drifting, his jaw muscles working to pleasure his rapist, but he felt no emotion. He was locked down, only dimly aware of Edmund’s thrusts and the hand digging into his thigh.
“Yeeesss, this mouth was made to suck cock.”
The taunts rolled over him like a cascade of water, and suddenly he slammed back to reality as thick semen flowed down his throat, and as Edmund withdrew, he coughed and gagged, despising the taste of Edmund Caldwell’s cum bitter in his mouth.
Edmund laughed, shaking himself off, droplets splashing onto Clark’s chest.
“Oh, you are talented.” Cleaning himself off with a tissue, he tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped up. “Marvelous! I knew that mouth was made to take cock.” He stroked Clark’s throat. “Since it’s Harrison’s birthday, I’ll let him decide whether he’d rather be sucked off first or fuck you. Either way, I’ll take the other end. Halliburton can wait.” His other hand stroked Clark’s shoulders. “Age has its privileges.” His voice grew husky. “I can’t wait to spread your legs as far as they’ll go. You know, Harrison’s even bigger than me, but I have faith you can handle him, ass or mouth. You certainly were built to serve!”
The stroking stopped and Clark gasped as a sharp slap rocked his head, Edmund laughing as he left Clark with stinging eyes and cheek and a bitter taste in his mouth.