A/N Hello! Word of warning for this ch - if you have any issues with or get
upset by sexual abuse, please don't read it! Mail me and I'll send you a
summary. I don't want anyone to get upset. Its kind of H/C. As usual, ch 12
was far too racy for an R rating, so you can see it at the usual place.
xadie xx
Chapter 13
Bruce and Chloe had been trying to talk in various places around the house with little effect. The kitchen had worked okay until some girl started puking purple noisily into the kitchen sink. Bruce wrinkled his aquiline nose in disgust, leading Chloe into the corridor. There some jock had been trying to drink an entire keg while his buddies cheered and catcalled. Chloe had spotted Pete across the living room at one point, talking to a cheerleader, but when she tried to head towards him, Bruce had gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her firmly in the other direction. They finally found a quiet porch at the back of the house, unlit so that Chloe could see the stars twinkling at her through the screen door. She suddenly felt nerves twist her guts, releasing the all too familiar butterflies into her stomach. Gulping at her vodka-spiked punch, she tried her best mega watt smile and clicked her Dictaphone on in her bag.
"Alone at last." Chloe inwardly cringed at her own cliché and struggled on. "Shall we do the interview while we've got a chance?" She looked at him expectantly, but couldn't make out his face. He had his back to the window, leaving him silhouetted against the charcoal fields behind him. With what she now recognised as a characteristic gesture, he flicked his hair out of his eyes and leant back against the windowsill, arms folded.
"Ok, Chloe, if that's what you really want." Chloe ignored the strange response and tried to remember her list of questions. There was no way she would be able to read her notes in this light.
"Bruce. Wayne Industries has had a very profitable quarter. To what do you attribute this?" Oh god, she'd started too harshly. She knew what the follow up questions to this were and they were going to piss him off. Cursing herself she waited for his answer.
"Well, I'd have to say that brand confidence has improved since our recent. Chloe, is this really what you want to talk about?" Bruce sounded bored.
"Yes, well. Ahem. You don't give any significance to your recent multi- million dollar contract with LuthorCorp?" Chloe concentrated on the thread of her interview, not to be put off by Bruce's attitude. She thought about her cousin's recent interview with Lionel Luthor and determined to be just as hard nosed as Lois.
"Of course that's important." Bruce yawned ostentatiously. " I would have thought that would be obvious."
"And of course there were the coincidental lay-offs of lower-end workers in two of your factories, combined with the sudden influx of ex-Luthor employees into the same positions at considerably less pay?" Chloe finished triumphantly, sure that he would be provoked into a response. The response, when it came, was unexpected to say the least.
"Who cares?" Bruce pushed upright, covered the space between them in one stride, and pulled Chloe roughly against him. She felt the smooth fibres of his jacket against her fingers in a shocked daze; as he brought his mouth to hers, tongue sliding against her closed lips, seeking admittance. Coming to in a flash, she started to struggle against him, but she was gripped in his strong arms and couldn't push him away. When she opened her mouth to scream he slid his tongue inside and stroked her tongue expertly. Chloe felt her resistance melt as his skilled mouth moved against hers, and his hands slid down to the small of her back. Feeling her relax, he pulled her tighter against him and kissed her more passionately.
It seemed a long time since anyone had kissed Chloe, and she couldn't remember anyone doing it like this, as if all they'd ever known was how to kiss women. There was something niggling at the back of her mind, and for some reason it felt strangely familiar, this older man kissing her. Bruce let his hands slip down and cup her buttocks, while Chloe ran her hands up his neck, tangling in his.. There was something wrong there. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was a name. She tried to push away from Bruce but he held her tighter, kneading her buttocks roughly. She could feel his stiffened cock against her belly, and he grabbed one of her hands and put it against him, trying to make her rub him through his pants. She snatched her hand away and he grunted with anger, smashing his lips and teeth against hers, causing a yelp of pain to rise in her throat.
Fear stiffened Chloe, and for what seemed like hours she stood immobile, paralysed by the reality of what was happening to her. She was going to get raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was more scared than she'd ever been in her life, and all the while Bruce grunted and pushed against her, walking her back to the wall and pinning her there with his groin, while he pushed and pulled at her breasts, trying to extract them from her dress. She remembered mechanically the pretty lace bra she was wearing, chosen with such pleasure only a few days before. Numbly her mind drifted to that shopping trip with Lana, her adamant refusal to let Lana buy anything pastel. She felt like she was looking down at herself from a great height, and even when Bruce released her mouth to suck at her neck, she stood there, unable to cry out.
"Hey, is there anybody out here? Oh, sorry dude." The porch was momentarily flooded with yellow light, before the interloper withdrew inside. It was enough for Chloe. Seeing his handsome face twisted with lust and sadism, she finally found her anger and kneed him swiftly and hard in the groin. Bruce doubled over, hitting the lino floor with a cry of agony. He rolled on the floor, cupping his genitals, gasping for breath. Chloe kicked him in the face as hard as she could and ran out of the back door, salt tears stinging her eyes. Reaching the front of the house and feeling safety near, she slowed and took great gasping breaths, crying unashamedly as she leant against the wall. Someone stood up in the shadows on the veranda behind her.
"Chloe?"
xadie xx
Chapter 13
Bruce and Chloe had been trying to talk in various places around the house with little effect. The kitchen had worked okay until some girl started puking purple noisily into the kitchen sink. Bruce wrinkled his aquiline nose in disgust, leading Chloe into the corridor. There some jock had been trying to drink an entire keg while his buddies cheered and catcalled. Chloe had spotted Pete across the living room at one point, talking to a cheerleader, but when she tried to head towards him, Bruce had gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her firmly in the other direction. They finally found a quiet porch at the back of the house, unlit so that Chloe could see the stars twinkling at her through the screen door. She suddenly felt nerves twist her guts, releasing the all too familiar butterflies into her stomach. Gulping at her vodka-spiked punch, she tried her best mega watt smile and clicked her Dictaphone on in her bag.
"Alone at last." Chloe inwardly cringed at her own cliché and struggled on. "Shall we do the interview while we've got a chance?" She looked at him expectantly, but couldn't make out his face. He had his back to the window, leaving him silhouetted against the charcoal fields behind him. With what she now recognised as a characteristic gesture, he flicked his hair out of his eyes and leant back against the windowsill, arms folded.
"Ok, Chloe, if that's what you really want." Chloe ignored the strange response and tried to remember her list of questions. There was no way she would be able to read her notes in this light.
"Bruce. Wayne Industries has had a very profitable quarter. To what do you attribute this?" Oh god, she'd started too harshly. She knew what the follow up questions to this were and they were going to piss him off. Cursing herself she waited for his answer.
"Well, I'd have to say that brand confidence has improved since our recent. Chloe, is this really what you want to talk about?" Bruce sounded bored.
"Yes, well. Ahem. You don't give any significance to your recent multi- million dollar contract with LuthorCorp?" Chloe concentrated on the thread of her interview, not to be put off by Bruce's attitude. She thought about her cousin's recent interview with Lionel Luthor and determined to be just as hard nosed as Lois.
"Of course that's important." Bruce yawned ostentatiously. " I would have thought that would be obvious."
"And of course there were the coincidental lay-offs of lower-end workers in two of your factories, combined with the sudden influx of ex-Luthor employees into the same positions at considerably less pay?" Chloe finished triumphantly, sure that he would be provoked into a response. The response, when it came, was unexpected to say the least.
"Who cares?" Bruce pushed upright, covered the space between them in one stride, and pulled Chloe roughly against him. She felt the smooth fibres of his jacket against her fingers in a shocked daze; as he brought his mouth to hers, tongue sliding against her closed lips, seeking admittance. Coming to in a flash, she started to struggle against him, but she was gripped in his strong arms and couldn't push him away. When she opened her mouth to scream he slid his tongue inside and stroked her tongue expertly. Chloe felt her resistance melt as his skilled mouth moved against hers, and his hands slid down to the small of her back. Feeling her relax, he pulled her tighter against him and kissed her more passionately.
It seemed a long time since anyone had kissed Chloe, and she couldn't remember anyone doing it like this, as if all they'd ever known was how to kiss women. There was something niggling at the back of her mind, and for some reason it felt strangely familiar, this older man kissing her. Bruce let his hands slip down and cup her buttocks, while Chloe ran her hands up his neck, tangling in his.. There was something wrong there. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was a name. She tried to push away from Bruce but he held her tighter, kneading her buttocks roughly. She could feel his stiffened cock against her belly, and he grabbed one of her hands and put it against him, trying to make her rub him through his pants. She snatched her hand away and he grunted with anger, smashing his lips and teeth against hers, causing a yelp of pain to rise in her throat.
Fear stiffened Chloe, and for what seemed like hours she stood immobile, paralysed by the reality of what was happening to her. She was going to get raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was more scared than she'd ever been in her life, and all the while Bruce grunted and pushed against her, walking her back to the wall and pinning her there with his groin, while he pushed and pulled at her breasts, trying to extract them from her dress. She remembered mechanically the pretty lace bra she was wearing, chosen with such pleasure only a few days before. Numbly her mind drifted to that shopping trip with Lana, her adamant refusal to let Lana buy anything pastel. She felt like she was looking down at herself from a great height, and even when Bruce released her mouth to suck at her neck, she stood there, unable to cry out.
"Hey, is there anybody out here? Oh, sorry dude." The porch was momentarily flooded with yellow light, before the interloper withdrew inside. It was enough for Chloe. Seeing his handsome face twisted with lust and sadism, she finally found her anger and kneed him swiftly and hard in the groin. Bruce doubled over, hitting the lino floor with a cry of agony. He rolled on the floor, cupping his genitals, gasping for breath. Chloe kicked him in the face as hard as she could and ran out of the back door, salt tears stinging her eyes. Reaching the front of the house and feeling safety near, she slowed and took great gasping breaths, crying unashamedly as she leant against the wall. Someone stood up in the shadows on the veranda behind her.
"Chloe?"