Slave Labor | By : CJFinnegan Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 3258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Slave Labor
by CJ Finnegan
Shazam and related characters © 2004, DC Comics, Inc.
This fiction is an out of continuity parody of an out of continuity parody. Used without permission and not for profit.
Rated NC-17 for sexual situations, rape (F aggressor/M victim, M/F, M/M slash), mind control and bondage.
Freddy Freeman is abducted by a white slavery ring. Can his partners, Captain Marvel & Mary Marvel, save him before it’s too late?
Prologue
New York City can be a dangerous place by day, but it’s even more so by night.
At seven forty-five P.M. on a cool September evening, Freddy Freeman was preparing to close his corner newsstand for the night and head for his apartment at Mrs. Wagner’s. He was looking forward a hot meal, watching some DVDs he had rented, and getting a few hours of much-needed sleep. Between work and his studies, the college sophomore was tired, but not too tired to call his lovely wife, Mary Batson, and let her know he would be home soon.
He was deeply in love with the twin sister of his best friend, Billy Batson, and she loved him just as deeply. So much so that they got married at St. Patrick's Cathedral in mid-June with only themselves, Billy, the priest and a few friends in attendance, and Uncle Dudley gave the bride away.
Although it had been nearly four months, the young couple both felt they should wait a while longer before telling her adopted parents about their marriage. The Bromfields had been very much against the match, even pushing Mary into dating young men she didn’t care for, but who were the sons of other wealthy families. Young men like Cameron Jeffries, the Third, whom she detested.
In his high school days, Jeffries had been accused of and acquitted for the assault and rape of Sarah Bingham, one of Mary’s junior high classmates. He even admitted it to both Freddy and Mary after the trial, but there was nothing the courts could legally do about it. Their fellow hero Mr. Scarlet, who was a special prosecutor in his “day job”, reminded the pair of a little thing called Double Jeopardy, and he wasn’t talking about game shows.
At nearly twenty years old, Freddy still had the face of a young elfin prince, but now it was on the body of a young, virile god. His thick, raven-black hair tumbled over his forehead and down the back of his neck in loose waves. His large, gold-flecked midnight blue eyes slanted up at the outer corners like a cat’s, a slim, not-quite-straight, not-quite-turned up nose, a sensuous, full-lipped mouth and narrow, delicately pointed chin only accentuated his elfin features. The slender muscles that rippled and flowed over Freddy’s arms, torso and legs were nicely defined, but not massive.
However, the young god’s body had one tragic flaw: his crippled left leg, an emotionally painful souvenir from his first encounter with his worst enemy, Captain Nazi. Although he hated Nazi with all the zeal of a fanatic, Freddy didn’t believe in killing, not even his greatest foe. He often prayed that the Aryan villain would stay in prison long enough for the state to finally give him the death he so richly deserved. Freddy was tired of living in fear that Nazi and his flunkies would hunt them down and harm Mary.
When eight o’clock struck, Freddy reached under the counter of the newsstand and grabbed the metal box he held the money he’d earned for the day and a zippered pouch with the logo of the bank he worked in front of on it. It had been a long day for him, and he wanted to go home, have dinner and watch the movie before he and Mary went to bed.
As he lowered the stand’s metal grate, he heard a car squeal to a halt behind him. Two hoods exited the vehicle and quickly rushed the news vendor just as he was about to put his hard-earned money into the deposit bag. Their loose, baggy clothing made it impossible to positively identify them as male or female.
Freddy fought against his would-be abductors, but without much success. Whoever they were, they were much stronger than ordinary Freddy Freeman was.
“Hey! What gives?!” he yelped as they grabbed him, causing him to drop the pouch and his cash-box to the sidewalk. “What do you want?! Captain M ... mmmph!”
Before he could call out his magic words, the thug behind him clamped a gloved hand tightly over the struggling young man’s mouth while the other filled a hypodermic needle and viciously jabbed it into his right inner thigh, forcing a fast-acting narcotic into his femoral artery. Freddy’s midnight-colored eyes rolled back into his skull as he passed out from the potent drug now coursing through his body.
Mere moments later, the two thugs carried the young man to their car and dumped him into the trunk, then closed the lid and sped away as quickly as they arrived.
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Author’s Note: this story is a “parody within a parody”, based on a series of Earth-S fics I wrote, and in no way is it steeped in DC Comic’s current continuity. DC’s current continuity lacks imagination. And balls.
Blanket disclaimer for this fanfic (borrowed from Sueric): I do not claim any rights to the Marvel Family or the characters associated with them. Those rights belong to DC Comics (damn it all). The only character I own in this work of fiction is Caitlin O’Riordan (© Cynthia Finnegan, 2005). I offer my thanks to C.C. Beck, Bill Parker, Otto Binder, Mac Raboy and Marc Swayze for creating such “marvelous” characters for me to terrorize.
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