You hear the boom of her arrival before you see her. The lure worked. As you stand over the black and white well of energy, you smile in excitement. Soon, Hawkgirl will be yours to control. The doors behind you swish open and you turn around. Standing there is the female winged founding member of the Justice Leauge.
Hawkgirl, real name Shayera Hol, is a thanagarian. An alien species that looks like a human, but have giant feathered wings sprouting from their backs. Shayera has long ginger hair, soft white skin, green eyes, a slim but strong body, medium breasts, a firm ass, and toned legs. She is currently wearing a skin-tight tan tank top with black edges, her midriff is exposed between the tank top and pants, and she is wearing skin-tight tan sweatpants with the same black edging. She is wielding her Nth metal mace.
“The bomb, ${Your Name}! Where is it?” she asks as she lunges towards you. “Thanagar.” you say quickly. The heroine stumbles slightly as her mace stops inches from your face. “What?!” she asks, panic and worry in her voice. “You heard me. Although not in today’s Thanagar…” you say as you step aside and hold out your arm, showing the time tunnel.
“Vandal Savage’s Time Machine?” the winged woman gasps as her irises shrink. “When did you send the bomb?!” Hawkgirl yells, gripping the handle of her mace in rage. “To the moment the planet could support life. Touch me. Hurt me. Offend me. Disobey me. Thanagar, it’s people, it’s history….poof.” you say as you pace around Shayera.
“But not you. No. I’ve taken measures to ensure your…continued existence should you force me to detonate the bomb….the only survivor…of a race that never existed.” you say as Hawkgirl’s mace, once arcing with energy, goes dull.
“What is it you want?” she asks, knowing that she had no options left. “Submission. You will belong to me, Hawkgirl. Your mind, body, and soul.” you inform her as you hold our a micochip. “If I do this…Thanagar will be safe?” she asks. “Considering the chip will make it so you will never think of even saying “no” to me…yes.” you say.
Hawkgirl closes her eyes and lets you walk behind her. Pulling her hair to the side, you press the chip to her neck. Shayera feels it fuse with her spine and mind, but she doesn’t resist. The process is quick and painless. “What now, Master ${Your Name}?” Shayera asks with a smile. “Now? We have some fun.” you say as you slide your hands up her hips. You then