Fic: Manikin

[sinderella81]

Title: Manikin
Rating: R
Pairing/Genre/: Clex, AU drama, romance, hurt/comfort
Summary: Clark has been captured … He is there for the pleasure of Manikin, a meteor mutant with a unique power.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Smallville, unfortunately (but then again, they probably wouldn’t let me have them if they saw what I do to them, LOL)
Warnings:  Forced feminization, slight non-con, hurt/comfort, Agalmatophilia

 

"Good morning, dolly."

Clark pried his eyes open to look at his captor. She always looked the same, unless they were playing; black pants, white shirt, and blank faced mask. She called herself Manikin - and Clark was her new toy. Clark had lost all sense of time; Manikin kept him in some kind of large box, one that looked like the boxes Barbies came in, when she wasn't playing with him.

"It's time to get pretty and play."

Clark cringed inwardly as Manikin manhandled him out of the box. He still couldn't figure out what she'd done to him to keep him silent and immobile. He felt himself move through the brightly lit warehouse to the large vanity and sit down in front of the lit mirror. He cringed as he looked at his appearance. His first day, however long ago that was, he'd watched as Manikin reduced his long curls to the barest hint of stubble. 'For the wigs' she'd said. Clark stared as his reflection as Manikin rummaged around behind him. He looked ... sad, tired.

"You're going to be my little slut today," Manikin whispered, pressing a kiss to Clark's scalp.
 

Clark found he couldn’t turn away as Manikin began to transform him. A wig of long, straight, blonde hair was affixed to his scalp, a thick fringe falling just above his eyebrows. A thick line of eyeliner, a heavy coat of mascara and a coat of bright red lipstick added to the look.

“So sexy,” Manikin whispered. “Now it’s time to get dressed, dolly? Won’t this be fun?”

Clark suddenly found himself on his feet and headed for the large dressing area. Three racks of clothes created a large closet area and Clark stood in the center, watching as his captor walked the racks, trying to decide how to humiliate him next.

“Oh you’ll be so sexy,” Manikin said, practically skipping over to Clark, clutching clothes in her hands. Clark tried to close his eyes, but found his eyes stuck open and found a mirror rolled in front of him so he could watch the transformation.

First, Clark’s shorts were removed and tossed aside, leaving him nude. Clark felt shame color his cheeks as he was dressed in a pair of red silk panties, black leather skirt and red vinyl zip up vest. He lifted each foot and suddenly found himself in five inch red platform heels … ‘stripper heels’ he’d call them.

“Don’t worry, dolly,” Manikin said as she did the straps on the shoes. “I’ll keep my pretty dolly from falling.”

Clark braced himself, ready to fall flat on his face as he found himself walking through the warehouse. Somehow, however, he walked … almost gracefully, his hips swinging of their own accord. Clark gulped as he found himself in the ‘strip club’ set … he hated that set.

“You’re going to dance for me, dolly,” Manikin said. She sat down at one of the tables near the stage, her appearance changing as she moved. She became taller, wider … a suit jacket and fedora appeared, making her appear like a business man making a stop before going home.

Clark suddenly found himself on stage, the song ‘Leather and Lace’ by Britney Spears playing in the background. For a few moments, he remained immobile, shame coloring his cheeks.

“Dance, dolly!” Manikin called, and suddenly Clark was moving. His body was suddenly doing things he’d never do … gyrating, wrapping himself around the stripper pole in the center of the stage. He tossed his hair and found himself giving Manikin a wink, shimmying over to her and dancing right in front of her. Inside, Clark was screaming, sobbing, wishing that she would end the humiliation and just end it …

“That’s it, dolly,” Manikin said, leaning back in her chair and watching. She’d had other dolls before, but this one was … special. She was going to keep it a nice, long time.

Manikin soon got bored of the dancing, and let Clark stop. “I’m done playing,” she said, making Clark move back to the vanity. There, she stripped him down and put him back in his shorts, removed Clark’s makeup and wig, and put him back in his Barbie box.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, dolly.”

* * *

Lex frowned as he looked over all his data. His lover had been missing for four months, and law enforcement had all but giving up on the search for Clark.

“I’m going to find you,” Lex whispered, staring at the picture of him and Clark on vacation in Greece that he kept on his desk. He jumped when he heard the knock on his door. Mercy gave him an apologetic look as she poked her head in.

“Sorry, boss,” she said. “Hope and I did a sweep of Suicide Slums … nothing.”

“Keep looking,” Lex said softly. “Look at the warehouses by the docks … it’s been a while since you looked there.”

“Of course, sir,” Mercy said. “We’ll find him.”

“I know we will,” Lex said, waving Mercy off. “But will we find him in time,” he whispered to himself.

* * *

“It’s tea party time,” Manikin said as she made Clark sit in front of the vanity. This time she attached a shoulder length wig with light brown ringlets. His face was soon decorated with bright pink circles on each cheek, along with long fake eyelashes.

“Aren’t you a pretty dolly?” Manikin asked as she dressed Clark in blue frilly baby doll dress and black Mary Janes.

Clark felt himself move through the warehouse and sit down at the pink table in the ‘little girl’ set. Clark sighed softly as Manikin sat across from him, dressed in a pink frilly dress. Clark felt himself lifting his small teacup and taking a dainty sip, listening to Manikin chatter on.

“Isn’t this fun, dolly?” Manikin asked happily.

“Freeze!”

Hope and Mercy stood a few feet from Clark and Manikin, both of them staring at the scene before them in shock.

“No!” Manikin shouted, standing and stomping. “It’s my dolly! You can’t have it!”

“Step back and let us take him,” Mercy said, gunned trained on the perpetrator.

“No!” Manikin screamed. “It’s mine!”

Clark could see Manikin headed towards him, then watched as a bullet ripped through her temple, making her drop dead at his feet.

The second the life left her body, Clark regained control of his own body. He sagged in the chair, sobbing long and hard. Mercy and Hope shared a look, slowly approaching him.

“Clark?” Hope whispered.

“No,” Clark cried, his voice raspy from months of disuse. “Don’t touch … don’t touch … “

“Kid?” Mercy said, reaching out to touch the young man.

Clark flinched away, pulling his knees to his chest. “Don’t touch … can’t touch … “

“Shit,” Hope said. “Get Lex here … maybe he can get to Clark … “

Mercy nodded and immediately called her boss. “Sir, we found him.”

“Bring him home,” Lex said.

“There’s a problem, sir,” Mercy said. “He … he won’t let us touch him.”

“Fuck,” Lex said. “Where are you?”

“Warehouse 15 on the docks,” Mercy said.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Lex said, already grabbing his keys.

Mercy hung up her phone and looked at Clark. “Kid? Lex is coming,” she said.

“Lex? No, no,” Clark said. “Can’t see me … don’t see me … “

“He loves you,” Hope said. “He won’t care.”

Clark rocked back and forth, muttering to himself.

* * *

When Lex arrived, he stopped short at the sight before him. He looked around the warehouse, taking in all the different set ups. There was a strip club, a castle, a 50s style kitchen, a classroom, and a little girl’s room. That was where Lex saw Clark, dressed in a blue baby doll dress, black Mary Janes and light brown ringlets.

“Clark, baby?” Lex whispered. Clark looked up, and Lex barely controlled his anger when he saw his lover’s face.

Clark saw his lover and flinched, covering his face. “No,” he whimpered. “No, don’t see me … don’t look … “

“Clark,” Lex said, slowly walking across the warehouse. “Come on, baby, look at me.”

Clark shook his head, rocking harder. “No … bad dolly … “

Lex blinked back tears as he crouched next to the chair Clark was sitting in. “Oh Clark,” he whispered. He reached up to touch Clark’s hair, discovering it was a wig. It broke his heart to see Clark flinch away from him.

“Can we … can we take you away?” Lex said.

“New dollhouse?” Clark asked.

Lex closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths and nodded. “Yes, baby, a new dollhouse,” he said. “Can we clean you up first?”

Clark blinked at Lex. “Change costumes?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lex said. “We’ll put you in a new costume.” He helped Clark stand and moved him to the vanity, where he found makeup remover. He carefully removed the false eyelashes and gently removed the makeup. When he removed the wig, he ran a gentle hand over Clark’s shorn head. He got Clark out of the silly dress and shoes and into the shorts he saw folded next to the vanity.

“Come on, baby,” Lex said. “We’re going to take you home.”

* * *

Lex looked over at the couch, where Clark was idly playing with the hem of his shirt. It had been three weeks and Clark had made little progress. Lex couldn’t help but be worried … he wondered if the meteor mutant that’d had Clark had done permanent damage to his lover.

“Clark, would you like to watch some TV?” Lex asked, turning the television on that sat directly across from his lover.

The television cast odd shadows across Clark’s oddly blank face. It was a news show, talking about stock reports and international political relations.

“I bet this is boring you, isn’t it?” Lex said. Just as he went to change the channel, a news story regarding Manikin popped up on the screen.

“ … And in local news, police found the body of a young woman in Warehouse 15 near the docks. It appears as though the police had been looking for her for years. Going by the name Manikin, this woman was known for dressing her victims up and ‘playing’ with them for months before eventually killing them and disposing of the bodies. The families of those she has taken can now have some closure.”

Lex blinked at the television, before turning to Clark, grateful to his team for finding Clark before he’d lost him.

“Oh Clark,” Lex whispered, sitting on the couch next to his lover. “I’m so sorry she took you … we looked for so long … the police gave up, but I never did.” He reached over and cupped Clark’s face, running his thumb over Clark’s cheekbone. “I love you, so much.”

Something inside Clark woke up right then. He blinked. Once. Twice. He suddenly turned and looked at Lex.

“Lex?” he whispered.

Lex’s eyes filled with tears and he nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Oh Clark … “

“I was … “ Clark’s brow furrowed as he tried to remember what had happened. Suddenly he was bombarded with images of himself … dancing, having a tea party, pretending to be a princess … “Oh God … Lex … “

“It’s okay,” Lex said, pressing a gentle kiss to Clark’s cheek.

“How … how can you stand to look at me?” Clark asked. “After what you saw … “

“Clark,” Lex said. “Look at me.” He waited until he held his lover’s gaze. “Nothing I saw in that warehouse could ever make me love you any less. Manikin was controlling you … she was affected by the meteor shower, giving her the ability to control people … make them into her dolls.”

“But I … Lex, you saw me,” Clark whispered, lowering his gaze.

“No.” Lex put his finger under Clark’s chin and lifted his head. “I don’t care. You are still the other half of my soul. You’re the silly farm boy that ripped off the hood of my Porsche instead of breaking the window. You’re the person who made me see that life is more than board meetings and corporate takeovers.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Clark’s scalp, feeling the short hairs tickle his nose.

Clark was silent for a moment, before the floodgates opened and the tears started falling. Sobs racked his body, and he was shuddering and shaking with the force of them. Lex pulled Clark close, rubbing his lover’s back and humming softly.

“Shhh … it’s okay,” Lex whispered, blinking back his own tears.

Clark finally calmed down and looked at his lover, eyelashes soaked with tears, green eyes bloodshot, nose red and runny. Lex thought he never looked more beautiful.

“I … I … “ Clark stopped and took a few breaths. “I want us back.”

“Oh baby,” Lex said, kissing Clark’s cheek. “We never stopped.”

“Just … can you just … hold me?” Clark asked softly. “I missed your touch.”

Lex nodded. He stood and helped Clark to their bedroom, and into their California King sized bed, crawling in behind him. He sighed softly as Clark curled up against Lex, resting his head on Lex’s chest. Lex pet Clark’s shorn head until he heard his lover drop off into a contented sleep.

He finally had his boy back.