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~~~A.N Phew! Updated this chapter to make it fit with the changing plot direction. I hope it's okay. Please forgive spelling errors. My brain works faster than my fingers do!!! Review if you like it! Thanks for the reviews so far!! <3~~~~~
Chapter 11
Day 9:
            “The collar?” Wally asked as Luthor adjusted the device around his neck, making sure it was secure.
            “A mind control device, as well as a security measure against your rebellion, one of Grodd’s that he left lying around. I remain unconvinced that you will actually be able to carry this out.”
            “Why not just take me over in the first place?” Wally asked, “Wouldn’t that have been easier and…a-and..”
            “Less painful and humiliating for you?” Luthor offered. “Yes, but then Superman wouldn’t be as deeply wounded. Betrayal and injured friends seems to hurt him the most.” Wally was silent, staring blankly at his hands. Luthor smirked and ran his hand down the lean chest in front of him. “Just don’t fail. If you try to escape, this collar will immediately release a few bolts of energy, just like before. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
            Wally shook his head tiredly, and more quickly than he had intended, as Luthor pulled out a syringe full of red liquid. “To get rid of any lasting effects of the serum I gave you.” Luthor explained, referring to the blue colored drug he’d used several times on Wally since his capture. “It’ll take about two hours to flush the serum out.” Wally didn’t answer; he just looked down sadly at his hands. He couldn’t believe that he’d given in, and a part of him still wanted to fight. But since this all started, fighting had only gotten him into trouble.
            “Did you plan to use this on me all along?”
            Luthor smiled evilly “You caught me. The plan was to use this on you, but since the League always seems to win in the end, I decided to do some permanent damage, in case they managed to save you. Besides, this way was so much more fun.”
            Wally put his head in his hands, his stomach full of lead and a horrible, helpless feeling completely consuming him. He touched the collar lightly, not looking up as Luthor moved around the room.
            “I hate you.” He spat through his hands. It took more guts to say that to Luthor than it should have.
            “I know.” The older man’s voice had changed.
            Flash’s heartbeat sped up, and a disconnected feeling swept over him. He jerked his head up to see Luthor donning a bracelet of the same material as the collar and smiling wickedly.
            “Now,” Luthor pulled off his clothes and leaned back against the pillows of the bed. He beckoned Flash with a finger and his body moved on it’s own. “Since we have two hours to kill, I want to see that lovely mouth put to better use.”
            Wally moved to the bed and obediently crawled next to Luthor. His body placed his hand against one of Luthor’s cheeks as he leaned down to engage in a kiss. It was a heated kiss and his body responded. Wally, trapped in his own mind feeling it happen fought weakly to take back control. The kiss went on, Luthor’s tongue exploring his mouth as his hands explored his thin body.
            Wally’s body arched when it was supposed to, his mouth gasped in pleasure to the touches. His mouth moved to lay kisses on Luthor’s neck, and then down his chest.
And then his mouth opened and words that weren’t his spilled out. “Please fuck my worthless mouth,” He rasped. The tone of his voice sounded eager and weak. He moved to take Luthor’s cock in his mouth. His eyes were unfocused as he looked blearily into Luthor’s eyes as he bobbed up and down, slowly taking the slick member deeper.
            “Ooooh,” Luthor moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure. This technology was amazing. Luthor simply thought about he wanted Wally to do, and he obeyed without hesitation. It gave him deep satisfaction that the hero was really an unwilling participant and he was still getting exactly what he wanted. His fingers grasped the soft red hair and shoved.
            Wally gagged and choked as Luthor’s entire length was forced down his throat and held there. He couldn’t breathe, but his body refused to fight for air. He simply crouched there, gagging, waiting to lose consciousness from lack of air. Not that Luthor would allow that. He was released as he began to feel dizzy, the cold disconnected feeling ebbed slightly, and Wally had enough power over his body to fall gasping to his side, next to Luthor.
            Luthor was laughing at him. “You’re nothing without your friends or your powers, are you? Just a weak little boy with accidental powers. Maybe that’s why no one has put much effort into getting you back, they’re all probably tired of saving you. Hell, Batman doesn’t even have powers and he’s more useful than you are.”
            Wally’s face was on it’s way to a glare when it broke into an expression of despair. He rolled limply onto his back and covered his face with an arm as though shielding it from sunlight. He didn’t even seem to mind that his naked flank was pressed against Luthor’s on the small bed. His body was starting to radiate heat, a sign that his metabolism was returning to normal. The antidote was kicking in. His breathing was shallow, however, and Luthor thought he detected a whimper. His eyebrows rose and he sat up quickly, looking down at the young man in the bed. He was crying. Crying, and not from physical pain. Luthor’s cock twitched and he smiled evilly.
            Luthor reached with his mind to the collar and the control he had over Wally. This time, he wanted to control only Wally’s actions, allowing him to control his own voice and reactions. Obediently Wally wobbled to a sitting position and then crawled into his lap so that he was straddling Luthor’s hips and facing him. Luthor held his chin firmly, and pulled his face up so the speedster had no other choice than to stare into his eyes. Wally’s fair skin made a nice contrast to his own darker color, Luthor noted. The younger man was gorgeous, even when he was crying. His freckled cheeks were tinged with pink and his eyelids were slightly puffy. It made him look even younger than he already appeared.
            “You really are very handsome though.” Luthor allowed, leaning in for a kiss Wally was forced to reciprocate. The tears still fell, and Wally still said nothing. “I want you,” Luthor whispered in his ear, voice husky. His hard on pressed against Wally’s own and his nails dug into the younger man’s back. “There are so many ways I can use you. If you stay here willingly, I’m sure you’ll find it more pleasant.”
            Wally shivered, and he looked ashamed. “So I can be you’re fucktoy?”
            In a flash Luthor had reached around and gripped Wally’s cock painfully tight. “It will only hurt if you keep fighting me. It could be good for you too, I’ve already demonstrated that.” He loosed his grip and moved his hand tenderly over Wally’s slowly hardening penis. “This part of you is already excited by my touch.”
            “Mnn...” Wally groaned and pushed into Luthor’s hand despite himself. He knew what Luthor was trying to do, what he had been trying to do since he’d been captured. But he was at his limit. His whole body ached in a way he hadn’t known existed. Luthor was offering an end to the pain, as long as he obeyed. Gave in. He shuddered and his legs tightened around the toned muscles of Luthor’s thighs. He didn’t want any pain, and what Luthor was doing felt so good. Luthor didn’t have to make it good for him, but he was offering anyway. Luthor could make him obey whenever he wanted with just a thought.
            “See, now really, you do enjoy this.” Luthor slipped a finger into Wally’s mouth, and he didn’t need to be ordered to suck. As long as he did what he was told he wouldn’t be in pain. He ran his tongue in circles over the digits as Luthor pushed a second into his mouth, continuing his slow pumping of Wally’s cock. He groaned. It would be so nice not to have to fight anymore.
            The villain pulled the fingers out of his mouth, and smiled down at him. Wally’s body moved on it’s own to lay on his back and spread his legs for Luthor. He turned pink with embarrassment for being exposed this way. Luthor chuckled and moved to lick and kiss at his freckled neck and chest. A large hand moved down Wally’s body to press at his entrance. Wally trembled in anticipation of pain, but as Luthor pushed a single finger into his body, his cock gave a little twitch of it’s own. The pain wasn’t bad, more residual from the previous days than caused by Luthor’s current ministrations. The finger prodded around until it found that spot inside him that made him ache with pleasure.
            “Aahhhh,” Wally moaned loudly at Luthor’s ministrations, arching his back and pulling at the other’s hair in reflex. A tender but steady ache built up in his body, keeping him just far enough away from an orgasm to be frustrating. “Ahhh, Luthor, aaaahhh oohh please.”
            The smugness in Luthor’s voice didn’t seem to bother him as much as a second finger joined the first and Wally melted in Luthor’s hand. “Please what?”
            “P-please fuck me, Lex.” Deep green tearful eyes met Luthor’s own and then rolled up into his head as Luthor removed his fingers, and eased his cock into Wally’s body.
            They moaned together as Luthor set a steady pace. Agonizingly slow at first, he waited to speed up until Wally had gotten used to his size and had less than reluctantly whimpered for him to move faster. Then Luthor would speed up just a little, and wait for the younger man to beg again for the pace to be quickened.
            His body now used to this treatment, the pleasure overpowered the pain and Wally felt himself giving over to the sensations. What was the use of fighting? His reluctance wasn’t winning him any battles, and his compliance was definitely being rewarded. Luthor nipped at his neck and sent shivers through his whole body. The larger man wrapped one strong arm around hid waist and hoisted Wally up, mid thrust, so that the younger man was straddling him once more. They shared another deep kiss. Luthor pulling Wally’s lower lip slightly with his teeth as he pulled away.
            “Fuck me.” Luthor ordered, laying back against the pillows expectantly. Wally froze briefly, catching his breath, and looked at Luthor, embarrassed. Luthor bucked his hips upward into the speedsters, eliciting a cry of surprised pleasure.
            “Fuck. Me.” Luthor ordered again, sending a subtle command through the collar. Subtle enough that Wally wouldn’t realize, in his sex-induced haze, wasn’t his own will. Wally looked uncertain for a moment as he began to ride Luthor’s cock, moaning loudly and focusing intently on those cold orbs. Luthor leaned back, enjoying himself as Wally rolled his hips back, experimenting with angles until he found the right pace.
            Wally gave in, giving himself to Luthor in resignation. He rolled his hips and Luthor growled primaly, pressing up to meet him, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he grew closer to climax. The younger man was doing a fantastic job of riding, for it being his first time. But with the gaining momentum, it wasn’t fast enough for Luthor. He growled and flipped them over once again, this time so that he was on top. He pressed himself into Wally’s body roughly and quickly as the tension built, Wally cried out and came tightening enough to force Luthor to orgasm shortly after. Wally shivered, feeling Luthor spill himself inside him. The sensation was oddly satisfying, though still a little uncomfortable. Luthor relaxed on top of him, breathing hard.
            Luthor lay on top of Wally for a time, regaining his breath and energy. Wally didn’t have enough energy to complain that the older man was making it hard for him to breath. Shame and humiliation washed over Wally again as he lay meekly beneath Luthor and covered his eyes with his arm once more. What was wrong with him?
            “It’s much easier for you this way,” Luthor said, rolling off finally and redressing.

            “I hate you,” Wally whispered after a long pause. His arm was still hiding his eyes, but Luthor was sure it was hiding tears. His whisper was barely audible over the constant hum of the space ship, but Luthor heard it clearly. He smiled and left the room. Wally let out a shuddering sigh
***
            Wally had been informed that he was allowed to leave his room and wander around if he so pleased, but he didn’t feel up to it. There were only criminals on the ship, no one he would want to talk to. It was horribly depressing to think how confident they all were with his submission. And they were right, he hated Luthor but he was also terrified of him. And under his control, he reminded himself with a mental kick. How could he have just given in? He held his head between his hands, a slew of confusing emotions running though him.
            In only an hour he was supposed to face one of his best friends. How could he do that? How could he have agreed to do that? He thought hard, trying to figure a way out of his predicament. Maybe he wouldn’t fight; maybe he could tip Superman off before the collar took over. He started to feel cold and empty, as though all emotion was being drained from him.
            This wouldn’t have happened to Batman. Or Shayera. Or any of the others. They were all stronger than this. They wouldn’t have given in.
            The cold feeling spread and Wally found that his body was moving on it’s own, the cold feeling growing into numbness. His body slipped on his red suit, which Luthor had returned, pulled his mask on last, over the collar, hiding it from view.   At first he hardly realized that the actions he was making weren’t his own. He was so exhausted, and he felt as thought he was on autopilot. Then, as he turned and headed out of the room, he realized he was doing so unwillingly as someone unknown controlled his body.
            He took off through the halls like he knew where he was going. He ran at his usual super fast speed, though his feet fell heavier than they would normally. Idly he wondered if the collar would be able to force him to maximum power or if he had to be himself for that. He wondered if he would ever feel like himself again. Superman was going to beat him. It was obvious to him if it wasn’t to Luthor. He burst through a door at the far end of the ship.
            In the center of the room stood Superman, looking angry and anxious. The Man of Steel turned to see his friend and his eyes brightened. So many emotions ran through him at once. Relief, hope, humiliation, desperation. He wanted to scream out at Superman. Help me! Help me!! But the sound wouldn’t come. His throat was locked. He stood there helplessly for a moment before his body moved of it’s own accord.
***
            “Flash—“Superman wasn’t able to finish what he was saying because Flash had launched itself towards him and attacked. “Flash! What are you—“another fist slammed into Superman’s stomach and was replaced quickly by another. Instinctively Superman blocked and knocked Flash down onto the ground. In an instant Flash had disappeared and was attacking him from behind.
            “Flash! Stop it’s me!!! We’re going to take you home!” he dodged another attack and flew up towards the ceiling, out of reach. “LUTHOR!” he shouted, rage boiling under the surface of his proud demeanor. “What did you do to him?!”
            There was a chuckle and Luthor’s voice came through the speakers. “Not much. I think Flash is a little upset that your rescue has taken so long.”
            -Superman! What is going on?- J’onn inquired from over the communicator. -What is wrong with Flash?-
            “I don’t know!” Superman answered, jumping and hovering in the air, out of the speedsters reach. “Luthor must be controlling him! He’s attacking me!”
            -Don’t hurt him!- Diana’s voice said from over the link. Flash turned himself into a whirlwind and knocked Superman into the wall.
            “I don’t think that will be too much of a problem.” He said, grabbing an oncoming red fist and throwing the connecting body away from himself. “But I’ll be able to handle him.” He threw a punch at Flash’s shoulder and sent him sprawling across the room.
            The fight went on for some time. Flash just kept on coming, darting around the room to take punches at him, dodging when he Superman returned his blows. Superman had managed to get several decent punches in, and was surprised at Flash’s endurance.
            Not that the punches hurt the man of steel, but he hadn’t been very gentle when he dealt out his own. He had just thought this when a glowing green dagger appeared in Flash’s hand and was suddenly imbedded into Superman’s shoulder. “AHH!”
            -Superman?!-
            “K-Kryptonite…”
            -SUPERMAN!- There was a crash and a javelin smashed itself into the ship. Vixen, Vigilante, and Shayera jumped out quickly, Vixen and Vigilante ran to help Superman onto the ship and Shayera flew to Flash, holding out her hand.
            “Wally! Come on!”
***
            How badly Flash wanted to take her hand and go home with his friends, the numbness over him broke, and he blinked a few times. How horribly awfully desperately he wanted to rejoin them. He struggled and slowly his hand moved up to grab hers. But at the touch of Shayera’s hand, his heart broke. They would know. They couldn’t tell right now but they would find out. The numbness fought to take over, he struggled against the collar, squeezing Shayera’s hand. He desperately wanted her to rescue him. Any scorn and rejection from his friends had to be better than what Luthor had in store for him.
            “Stop them!” Flash looked up to see Luthor’s face on a screen in the back wall that he hadn’t noticed before. He lurched as powerful jolts of electricity shot through his body from the collar. Henchmen ran into the room and grabbed the red clad speedster, yanking him from Shayera’s hand.
            "Leave him!" Vixen yelled. "We have to go now!"
            “Never!” Shayera yelled, and hauled Flash off the ground and began dragging him to the javelin.
            The room was suddenly full of a glowing orange light, emanating from some sort of device in the middle of the room. The heroes screamed and fell, clutching their own ears. Then it faded, and he room was full of villains. They were quickly overtaken in their weakened state. Flash lay in Shayera’s lap as she held her body protectively over his own. Rough arms peeled Shayera off of him, and vaguely Flash realized he was being dragged out of the room that was rapidly loosing oxygen. Still struggling for control of his own body, Flash shrieked in pain as the collar around his neck let loose another painful jolt of electricity and his eardrums felt as though they were going to burst from whatever the machine was doing to incapacitate them. He passed out.
            In the panic, nobody noticed the black figure that disappeared through one of the doors as they were closing.
******
            Flash awoke in the room with the circular portal, arms and legs bound and leaning against the wall. Someone had already used their powers to haphazardly repair the hole torn in the side of the ship by the javelin. His whole body ached from head to toe, even more than it had before if that was even possible. In front of him, their backs turned, stood most of the Secret Society, facing what looked like most of what was left of the Apokoliptans soldiers. They seemed to be having an argument and didn’t notice as the speedster tested the strength of his bindings. They didn’t budge. He felt weak again; they must have drugged him while he was unconscious. He turned his attention back over to the arguing villains.
            “That was not our agreement!” Granny Goodness said angrily, there was a murmured agreement from the rest of the Apokoliptans.
            “You broke the agreement when you decided to act before consulting us.”
            “We are the people of Apokolips! Followers of the Great Lord Darkseid! We do not have to check in with you before we take action against our enemies.”
            “Darkseid is dead” Tala spat from Luthor’s side.
            “Yes, and as that was a part of our agreement, and you broke it I see no reason to continue to inconvenience myself. You will leave our ship now.” Luthor growled. Granny Goodness looked enraged, but the number of villains outnumbered the Apokoliptans, so she turned on her heel and led her soldiers to the landing bay where their ships were docked.
            “Luthor?” Polaris asked once they were out of earshot.
            Luthor shook his head. “We’ll let the League take care of them. As much as I hate to agree with them, it is necessary that the fighting there still continues. I only needed them to build the portal for us. He turned to face his subordinates and noticed that Flash was awake. Luthor walked over to him and punched him hard in the face. Unable to defend himself with his hands and feet bound Flash fell onto the floor. Luthor pressed a button on his belt and several shocks were sent through the hero’s body. Flash screamed and writhed on the ground. Several of the villains laughed, enjoying the show. Finally Luthor ceased the shocks and walked over to the portal.
            “Looks like we’ll have to teach you another lesson on obedience, Flash. It’s a shame. I thought we were making such wonderful progress.” He paused, regarding the twitching hero. He was actually disappointed. He had hoped he’d broken the man down enough to prevent him from fighting the collar’s control at all. He supposed he’d underestimated the desperation the younger man would feel when put in this situation.
            “Polaris, take Flash back down to the Playroom and get him ready.” Polaris nodded, threw the youth over his shoulder and carried him out of the room. “Sinestro, Key, Toyman, you go with him. The rest of you, get back to work!”
            “My friends,” Flash said hoarsely as he was thrown over Sinestro’s shoulder. “What happened… w-where..” his voice trailed off hollowly. No one was going to answer him. He closed his eyes and prayed that they were still alive.
***
            J’onn, John, and Diana stood outside of the medical bay that Superman was currently laying in. “The kryptonite got into his bloodstream, but we were able to get it out before any lasting damage was done.” One of the staff members concluded. He nodded at them and took his leave.
            “Even if what you did saved Superman, Vixen, you could have compromised Flash’s life!” Diana said angrily.
            “Flash’s life isn’t in danger, Luthor said it himself.” Vixen argued.
            “That is true,” John interjected, “However, now Shayera and Vigilante are captives as well as Flash. How are we going to get to them outta there?!”
            “We do not need to do anything else.” J’onn said, gazing calmly at Vixen. “At least, not until we hear back from Batman.”
            “Where is Batman?” Diana asked, frowning, “I haven’t seen him since before…” Her eyes widened and she turned to Vixen.
            “Batman went with us in the javelin. He stayed behind on the Secret Society’s ship when we left. Going there was his and Sahyera’s idea.” She added defensively at the look the Green Lantern was giving her.
            “But… how will he get back?” Green Lantern asked, frowning. “Even if he takes one of their ships he can’t travel inter-dimensionally…”
            “He has a device that will allow him to teleport to the Earth base. But it’s good for only one use, so he had to get on the ship using a different method.”
            “So then, if Batman’s bringing our people back to Earth, provided that he himself wasn’t caught, we're just going to hang around and wait?” There was a silence as the four of them looked worried.
            “We don’t have a lot of options.”
            Alarms began going off in the Watch Tower.
            “The Apokoliptian’s ships are back!” Mr. Terrific’s voice said over the speaker. “Everyone to the teleports!”
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