Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (Justice Arc) (35/61)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Justice Arc) (35/61)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Edmund Caldwell, Harrison Caldwell, Halliburton Caldwell, Roy/Johnny, Clark/Bruce, Hal/Steve/Diana
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. Clark begins training under the Bat and secrets are uncovered as the Abolitionist Movement makes rapid progress with old and new methods. Can Freedom outrace rumors of War as the Galactic Empire rushes headlong to a new future?
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Many couples reaffirm their love for each other.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): July 4, 2011
Date Of Posting: September 20, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1318
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: The magnificent story cover is by the wonderfully-talented ctbn60. Thanks so much, luv! :)
Get back in touch
With the pleasures
Of life.
Aaron Strickland
"Strawberry Commune’s Guide
To The Plane Of Consciousness"
1967 C.E.
XXXV
SIZZLE
Edmund smirked as the police officer gave him back his personal effects. His sons, Harrison and Halliburton, were there to greet him outside Blackgate Prison’s gates.
“Glad to see you back, Dad,” Halliburton said, giving his father a hug.
“Oh, glad to be back, son.” Edmund smiled at Harrison. “How about you, Harrison? Glad to see the old man back?”
Harrison smiled. “Sure, Dad.” He hugged his father, too.
Edmund smiled. He could feel the uneasiness in his eldest son. After years of living in his father’s shadow, he had tasted freedom. Now he was back under Edmund’s thumb.
He would bear watching.
“Come on, boys, let’s go home. I suppose you have a celebration all ready for me?”
“We do. We picked out some of the best-looking slaves and have them ready in the dungeon,” Halliburton said cheerfully.
“Hmm, yes, I doubt they’ll be the best-looking when I’m through with them.”
All three men chuckled, but Edmund was sure that he detected a strain in Harrison’s laugh.
First, the celebration.
Second, begin making plans to neutralize his suddenly-ambitious son.
& & & & & &
Roy flipped the hamburgers over on the grill. It was cold out here on the deck of his house but he was bundled up and comfortable. Johnny was craving barbequed hamburgers, so Roy was indulging him. Small enough gesture, considering all that Johnny had suffered since being taken away from him by Arlen Hawkins.
He listened to the sizzle of the meat as the flames did their work. The smell was mouth-watering.
He thought of Hawkins and shuddered. Despite his hatred toward the man for what he had allowed Edmund Caldwell to do to Johnny, he could not help but feel sorry for him as to the method of his demise. No one should have to go that way!
He turned over the burgers again, keeping an eye in them so that they would not burn. He was not fond of pink burgers but was equally unhappy with charcoal burgers, too.
Roy sighed. Johnny was staying with him while the Government sorted out what to do with him. The Fire Department was making a pitch to get him back, citing his exemplary record and every man from Station 51’s A-Shift had made statements praising Johnny as a colleague. They left out the word ‘friend’, because the Government wasn’t interested in slaves making friends.
Bruce Wayne had also assured him that he was doing all he could. Before he had even had a chance to do anything, after Johnny had first been taken, Caldwell had hurt Johnny.
Roy’s fingers tightened around his spatula. He would dearly love to take a blunt instrument and bash Edmund Caldwell with it. He was not a violent man, but for that old sadist, he would make an exception.
The sliding glass door opened and Johnny came out. “Everything’s ready. How are the burgers?” Johnny looked at the grill like a starving man, which he probably was.
Roy smiled faintly. “Coming along. Just a few more minutes.”
They fell silent, listening to the sizzle of the burgers on the grill, the wind picking up and ruffling Johnny’s hair. He was wearing a coat and gloves but had forgotten to put on a hat.
Roy loved how wild and untamed Johnny’s hair could be. It was soft and thick and he loved to run his fingers through it. Johnny had a hard time keeping it tamed, and it grew fast. He always had to keep cutting it to make it conform to regulations.
Roy loved him so much. What kind of world was it when a good and gentle soul like Johnny had to suffer so much?
He was startled by his cellphone ringing and dug it out of his coat pocket. “Hello.” He listened and said, “Oh, hello, Bruce. Any progress?” Johnny watched his face, seeing Roy’s blue eyes widen. “That’s great! Thank you ever so much! Yes, yes, I will. Thank you. ‘Bye.” He flipped the phone shut, Johnny looking at him anxiously.
“It’s done. You’re back with me and the Department!”
Johnny’s face lit u and he whooped, leaping into Roy’s arms and kissing his lover joyfully.
The hamburgers sizzled on the grill.
& & & & & &
Bruce closed his cellphone with a smile of satisfaction. Clark snuggled close to him as they lay in bed, ‘very decadent’, as Bruce said. Upon coming home yesterday, Clark had worked his considerable wiles. Except for patrol last night, they had not left their bed.
I guess Clark really knows how to get me out of my bad mood.
Clark kissed his lover’s bare shoulder, his fingers sliding across his stomach. Bruce lifted his legs, his eyes glittering as Clark continued to stroke, bringing up his fingers to tease his nipples.
Shivering, Bruce let Clark work his magic on his body, lush lips fastening onto one nipple and sending electric sparks of pleasure through him. He cupped Clark’s head, urging him to continue. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him.
& & & & & &
Diana gasped as her breasts were suckled, one man’s lips on each. Her body sang with pleasure as Steve gently penetrated her vagina with his fingers as he lay on his back, Hal stroking her inner thigh, his cock poking her. She arched her back, wanting more, and her men sucked harder. Hal’s hand left her thigh and gently pushed a finger in her rectum, her gasps filling the bedroom.
Steve’s other hand rubbed her stomach while Hal lightly pinched her buttock. She moaned and gasped, “I want you inside me!”
“Which one?” Steve asked as he drew back from her nipple, nuzzling her ear.
“Both!”
Hal drew back, too, and smiled. “How would you like to do this, Princess?”
Diana squirmed. “Let me get on my side.”
Steve and Hal eagerly complied, helping Diana to roll onto her side. She purred, nipping at Steve’s chest. He laughed and caressed her face.
Hal lubricated himself and Diana and began to ease his cock between her cheeks, his fingers pinching her nipples as she moaned. Steve lubricated his cock and then eased his way into her wetness, her moans growing louder. Both men set up a systemic rhythm, stroking hard, knowing that she could take it.
“Harder!” she demanded, her blue eyes glittering. Steve and Hal eagerly complied.
Diana felt herself filled with hot engorged cocks, hitting her pleasure zones as she clutched Steve’s arms. She would leave bruises on his fair skin, but better than snapped bones as she held back just enough.
She could see Steve’s smiling face and feel Hal’s heat behind and inside her, his strokes hard as requested, her muscles clenching around his column of flesh as he gasped in delight. Steve pushed in harder, hitting the sweet spot, and she screamed in pleasure: hot, scalding seed spilling into her front and back as both men came almost simultaneously.
All three collapsed, gasping and smiling. Diana caressed Steve’s hair, pleased that neither man pulled out. Being impaled on both of them pleased her immensely. She stroked Steve’s shoulder and reached back to stroke Hal’s thigh. He tweaked her right nipple and she squirmed, laughing.
“Mmm, Princess, that was delightful,” Hal purred in her ear. “Also hot.”
She laughed again, Steve kissing her breast and Hal’s hand that was cupping it. Steve stroked her stomach as he rested his head on her shoulder.
They were all beginning to drift asleep, the men slowly pulling out, too tired to clean up. Diana’s thighs were spattered with semen and she sighed happily. Her boys had served her well. She cupped the back of Steve’s head as Hal snuggled up behind her, his arms going around her waist.
She was the filling in a pilot sandwich, and loving every minute of it.
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