Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (2/31)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (2/31)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark//Bruce, Dick, Alfred
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
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark must make a decision.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 24, 2009
Date Of Posting: January 4, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 823
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"Visitors to this conference must garb their Ja’zels in the traditional Jovaran robes, and never let their faces be looked upon without permission."
Jovaran
Protocol Handbook
22-C.E.
II
THE DECISION
Clark hurried down the hall. He had just taken out the ginger cake from the oven, letting it cool on the counter when Bruce had summoned him, and he was curious to find out why.
He paused at the door to the library, Bruce and Dick on the sofa and Alfred in a comfortable chair. All three looked up and Bruce said, “Come on in.”
Clark obeyed, sitting down on an ottoman in front of his Master. He felt a little nervous.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’ve accepted a new mission.” Surprise crossed Clark’s face. “There’s a political conference on Jovara, and I’m going as Earth’s representative.”
“That’s wonderful, Bruce!”
Bruce smiled. “Thank you.” He leaned forward. “The mission is much more, though.” He explained the real reason they were going. “I’m to get close to the Prince, keep an eye on him, and hopefully no attempt will be made to kidnap him, but there will be Jovaran security and Empire agents around to see to that.”
“How long will you be gone?” Clark wasn’t sure he liked being apart from Bruce for a long period of time.
“A month.”
“Oh. Well, considering space distances, that’s not bad.”
“I can bring my Household with me. In fact, I need an entourage.” At Clark’s excited look, Bruce elaborated, “Alfred will be my Royal High Chamberlain, Dick my Squire, and, of course, I need to bring my pleasure slave.”
“Of course.”
The other three exchanged glances. “Umm, this is strictly voluntary, Clark. Alfred and Dick have consented. Now you have to make your decision.”
Confused, Clark asked, “I don’t understand.”
“Clark, Jovaran society is…different…in some ways. This handbook covers all that’s expected during time spent on the planet: protocols for Masters and slaves, especially Prizes.”
Bruce held out the handbook and Clark took it, opening it to the section that concerned him.
His stomach fluttered as he read through some of the expectations.
“It’s your decision, Clark. No one would object if you decided to bypass this trip.”
Clark read through more of the protocols and frowned. “But a pleasure slave is expected to be part of your retinue.”
“He is.”
& & & & & &
Bruce appeared outwardly calm, but he was nervous. Part of him wanted Clark to stay home. Dinah and Ollie were happy to take him while Bruce was away. He’d be safe and out of the reach of Edmund.
Another part of him wanted Clark to come with him.
The role he would have to play would be precarious, and Bruce was a little worried about it. It was so soon after his ordeal! It had been an ordeal when Clark had felt terribly vulnerable, and could be again.
He wasn’t sure which way he wanted Clark to go.
& & & & & &
Clark looked up.
“So if I don’t go, what happens then?”
“I can rent a slave from one of the better brothels.”
Clark frowned. “But…you’d have to engage in…”
“For some of the banquets, yes.”
Clark took a deep breath. He didn’t like this suggestion. There were some things he would be required to do…in public…but so would the other slaves.
And what was the alternative?
Some slave rented for the occasion, taking his place? Alfred and Dick carrying out their roles while he stayed home? They would be pulling their weight in the Family while he hid back here on Earth like some frightened little child.
Clark had few illusions about his lot in life. He was a slave, but a damned good pleasure slave. His primary duty was to pleasure Bruce and be a genial companion for him. Just because he was Bruce’s lover didn’t mean he could neglect that duty in the sense of being his Prize as well.
Clark was proud of being a good pleasure slave. He wanted to be the best pleasure slave possible, worthy of being the Prince of Gotham’s Prize.
It wasn’t just his duty; it was his right.
And there was no way some other slave was going to attend to his Master’s needs! Or his lover’s, for that matter.
“I’m coming with you.”
Everyone was pleased, but Bruce said, “Be certain, Clark. There is that offering I must make right at the beginning.”
“I know.” Clark’s fingers shook slightly as he rested his hands on top of the handbook. “But I’m willing to take the risk.”
Pride shone in Bruce’s eyes, swelling Clark’s heart.
“Keep that handbook. You’ll need to study it carefully. I have copies for all of us.”
Clark nodded. He read a little more, than said mischievously, “We’d better lay in a supply of kohl.”
Bruce laughed. “Among other things, but that’s the top of the list.”
Clark winked.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark//Bruce, Dick, Alfred
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
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark must make a decision.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 24, 2009
Date Of Posting: January 4, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 823
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"Visitors to this conference must garb their Ja’zels in the traditional Jovaran robes, and never let their faces be looked upon without permission."
Jovaran
Protocol Handbook
22-C.E.
II
THE DECISION
Clark hurried down the hall. He had just taken out the ginger cake from the oven, letting it cool on the counter when Bruce had summoned him, and he was curious to find out why.
He paused at the door to the library, Bruce and Dick on the sofa and Alfred in a comfortable chair. All three looked up and Bruce said, “Come on in.”
Clark obeyed, sitting down on an ottoman in front of his Master. He felt a little nervous.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’ve accepted a new mission.” Surprise crossed Clark’s face. “There’s a political conference on Jovara, and I’m going as Earth’s representative.”
“That’s wonderful, Bruce!”
Bruce smiled. “Thank you.” He leaned forward. “The mission is much more, though.” He explained the real reason they were going. “I’m to get close to the Prince, keep an eye on him, and hopefully no attempt will be made to kidnap him, but there will be Jovaran security and Empire agents around to see to that.”
“How long will you be gone?” Clark wasn’t sure he liked being apart from Bruce for a long period of time.
“A month.”
“Oh. Well, considering space distances, that’s not bad.”
“I can bring my Household with me. In fact, I need an entourage.” At Clark’s excited look, Bruce elaborated, “Alfred will be my Royal High Chamberlain, Dick my Squire, and, of course, I need to bring my pleasure slave.”
“Of course.”
The other three exchanged glances. “Umm, this is strictly voluntary, Clark. Alfred and Dick have consented. Now you have to make your decision.”
Confused, Clark asked, “I don’t understand.”
“Clark, Jovaran society is…different…in some ways. This handbook covers all that’s expected during time spent on the planet: protocols for Masters and slaves, especially Prizes.”
Bruce held out the handbook and Clark took it, opening it to the section that concerned him.
His stomach fluttered as he read through some of the expectations.
“It’s your decision, Clark. No one would object if you decided to bypass this trip.”
Clark read through more of the protocols and frowned. “But a pleasure slave is expected to be part of your retinue.”
“He is.”
& & & & & &
Bruce appeared outwardly calm, but he was nervous. Part of him wanted Clark to stay home. Dinah and Ollie were happy to take him while Bruce was away. He’d be safe and out of the reach of Edmund.
Another part of him wanted Clark to come with him.
The role he would have to play would be precarious, and Bruce was a little worried about it. It was so soon after his ordeal! It had been an ordeal when Clark had felt terribly vulnerable, and could be again.
He wasn’t sure which way he wanted Clark to go.
& & & & & &
Clark looked up.
“So if I don’t go, what happens then?”
“I can rent a slave from one of the better brothels.”
Clark frowned. “But…you’d have to engage in…”
“For some of the banquets, yes.”
Clark took a deep breath. He didn’t like this suggestion. There were some things he would be required to do…in public…but so would the other slaves.
And what was the alternative?
Some slave rented for the occasion, taking his place? Alfred and Dick carrying out their roles while he stayed home? They would be pulling their weight in the Family while he hid back here on Earth like some frightened little child.
Clark had few illusions about his lot in life. He was a slave, but a damned good pleasure slave. His primary duty was to pleasure Bruce and be a genial companion for him. Just because he was Bruce’s lover didn’t mean he could neglect that duty in the sense of being his Prize as well.
Clark was proud of being a good pleasure slave. He wanted to be the best pleasure slave possible, worthy of being the Prince of Gotham’s Prize.
It wasn’t just his duty; it was his right.
And there was no way some other slave was going to attend to his Master’s needs! Or his lover’s, for that matter.
“I’m coming with you.”
Everyone was pleased, but Bruce said, “Be certain, Clark. There is that offering I must make right at the beginning.”
“I know.” Clark’s fingers shook slightly as he rested his hands on top of the handbook. “But I’m willing to take the risk.”
Pride shone in Bruce’s eyes, swelling Clark’s heart.
“Keep that handbook. You’ll need to study it carefully. I have copies for all of us.”
Clark nodded. He read a little more, than said mischievously, “We’d better lay in a supply of kohl.”
Bruce laughed. “Among other things, but that’s the top of the list.”
Clark winked.