Hawkgirl falls under Jason's sway

I bit my lip as I gazed into the eyes of my savior. My prize.

Hawkgirl. One of the original members of the Justice League, her influence and fame had been second only to the Big Three; Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman. Now she was a pariah who couldn’t even wear her Hawkgirl costume for fear of people persecuting her. That she’d risked potentially losing her anonymity by swooping in to save me without her helmet spoke volumes of her character.

It also didn’t hurt that she happened to be one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.

I’d always admired how voluptuous her body was and how fit and powerful she was at the same time. She was like Wonder Woman that way, but somehow more fierce and impersonal. Maybe it was the helmet that hid her hair and face from view. And wasn’t that turning out to be a grand injustice? The holy combination of red hair and striking green eyes should never have been hidden behind such a dull mask.

I traced her delicate skin with my fingers. Hm. She felt human, no different from Helena or Dinah. I entwined my fingers in her lovely red locks. Her hair was soft and delicate. I wouldn’t have believed she was from another world if I hadn’t known better. Even with her wings, she still could have passed herself off as a metahuman.

It was hard to hold her treason against her, especially since she’d betrayed her own home to save us. That had to count for something. I doubted she’d be welcomed back on her home planet. It was a miracle the woman had tried to save me after how humanity had treated her in the days after the Thanagarians had been repelled by the Justice League.

I sighed.

Could I really justify brainwashing her? She was already going through enough already, and she’d probably saved my life. I could just mind-wipe her and make her think she saved me and then flew off. She never had to see me again.

An image of Hawkgirl on her hands and knees crawling to me flashed through my mind. I pictured her plump blowjob lips kissing the head of my cock before she pledged her undying loyalty to me.

Maybe... maybe I could make some changes to her if I helped her, too. She probably needs friends. People to care for and confide in. Dinah and Helena could serve that role. I’m not sure whether or not they’ve forgiven her, but that’s nothing a little hypnosis can’t fix. As for me, well, I could definitely use a faithful bodyguard to protect me everywhere I go. The incident with Killer Croc had made it abundantly clear just how **** I was.

I bit my lip. Hawkgirl had done a lot of damage to one of the buildings in the alleyway when she’d bashed Killer Croc over the head. I didn’t want to be interrupted on the off chance that someone came to investigate. The possibility of that someone being Batman himself was enough to send a chill running down my spine.

There was also the very real threat of Killer Croc coming back up through the sewers to get some payback while Hawkgirl was distracted, or some heavily armed hoodlums coming here thinking someone was messing around on their turf. Yeah, I wanted to get away from this area as soon as possible.

Hawkgirl’s wings were a real issue. She seemed to have folded them behind her back rather nicely after I put her under, but they were still very visible along her back. It would be difficult to take her anywhere in Gotham where people could see those wings and figure out who she was. I wasn’t really comfortable with having her fly me anywhere, either.

Maybe I should just let her go with a command to find me again at a later date? That would certainly be the smart thing to do.

I watched her chest rise and fall through my peripheral vision. Her big breasts called out to me. My cock hardened.

Fuck. Her body was so deliciously voluptuous, with big round breasts which rivalled Helena’s and thick thighs that teased the size of her rear. Again, it was amazing just how human she looked. I wondered how compatible we would be. Sexually, I mean. Just because Hawkgirl had tits and an ass didn’t mean she had the same sexual organs as human women. I had heard claims and rumors of male Thanagarian soldiers **** human women during the invasion, but as far as I knew there’d never been any concrete proof.

I knew Superman had a thing with that hot reporter at the Daily Planet… what was her name again? Louise? No, Lois. Yeah, she was the one with those vivid, almost violet eyes like Elizabeth Taylor. Anyway, the fact that a Kryptonian male could carry on a relationship with a human woman was enough to spark the hope that humans could be compatible with other species as well.

Christ, what was I doing? If I wanted to find out if Hawkgirl and I were compatible, I only needed to tell her to drop her pants and show me her pussy.

“Hm. Hawkgirl, can you hear me?”

“Yes,” she replied blankly.

Damn, it was so hot hearing her say something in that tone.

“Tell me your real name.”

“Shayera Hol,” she replied.

“Shayera. That’s a really pretty name. You like it when I call you by your real name. Tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” she said.

I licked my lips.

“Whenever I and only I snap my fingers twice in a row, you’ll immediately fall into a state like the one you’re in now. You’ll stay completely still and you won’t be aware of anything except the sound of my voice. You’ll do whatever I say when you are in this state. When I snap my fingers again, you’ll once more be aware of your surroundings and will be able to act as you usually do. You’ll have no memory of anything that happened while you were in that state and you’ll rationalize any time discrepancies caused by this as time you spent doing dull, boring errands. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

I glanced away from her.

Awareness returned to Hawkgirl’s-Shayera’s eyes. She looked down on me, clutching her mace in her right hand.

Heh. I’d almost forgotten about that thing. I wondered what it was made of that allowed it to do so much damage to a monster like Killer Croc.

“Satisfied?” she asked, her voice carrying the slightest tinge of disdain.

I smirked at her. “Yeah. Say, your tits are really big. They’d look really good wrapped around my cock.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Her fist was clenched around her mace.

“What did you just say?” she said, her voice low. Her eyes glimmered with anger. “For your sake, it had better not be what I thought you said.”

Damn, she was sexy when she was angry. It was almost cute the way she thought she could intimidate me.

I snapped my fingers twice in rapid succession.

Shayera’s face slackened. Her mace cluttered to the ground.

“All that power and you still can’t fight off my Gaze. That’s fine. I’ll make better use of your skills than you will,” I muttered.

I honestly felt like cackling at the ease with which I’d taken control over Shayera. Was this how supervillains felt when their plans succeeded?

That thought gave me pause. Was I a supervillain?

As I stared at the achingly beautiful alien woman in front of me, tracing her delicious cuves, I decided that yes, anyone who’d seen what I’d done to her would probably assume I was a villain. Even if Hawkgirl was hated by pretty much everyone, mind-controlling people into your mindless thralls was still a big no-no. I was also sure what I’d done to Dinah and Helena would be called **** if I were ever caught and **** to face charges.

Yeah, I wasn’t feeling like a very good person at that moment. Was I always this way, or did my power corrupt me as that old saying goes? I decided that it didn’t matter. I’d done what I’d done and I’d have to live with it. There was no turning back for me, so I really had **** to continue on the path I’d started down, didn't I?

“Heh. I suppose it doesn’t really matter. If I’m going to be punished for what I’ve done so far, I’ll probably still be locked up for the rest of my life.”

There wasn’t much more people could do to me at this point. The realization was strangely comforting.

I stared at the statuesque woman in front of me.

A powerful superheroine like Hawkgirl could help me ensure my continued freedom. Not to mention her contacts in the Justice League, though strained, could help me net more helpful thralls. I smirked, imagining Shayera calling Powergirl for help, allowing me to enslave the busty Kryptonian.

But that was probably a ways off. For now, I wanted to answer my earlier and more pressing question: were humans and Thanagarians compatible in the ways that mattered?

“Pull down your pants, Shayera.”

She grabbed her tight pants by the waistband and pealed them down her legs. Her tits wobbled with the motion and her white, creamy thighs came into view. I walked closer to her, inspecting her. I ended up behind her and smiled. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her bubble butt was big and round. I placed my hands on her buttcheeks, delighting in the way my fingers sunk into her assflesh. I spread her asscheeks, exposing her pussy and asshole.

Her asshole stretched and opened slightly as I pulled her asscheeks apart. I squeezed her rear and spread it further. Her pussy lips opened slightly, allowing me to glimpse the glistening passageway beyond.

I licked my index finger and pressed it against her pussy. Hawkgirl moaned softly. I pushed my finger inside her. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight. It clung to my index finger, sucking it into her depths. Yeah, she was compatible alright!

It was so tempting to just fuck her right then and there. To cum inside her and claim her as mine. But I couldn’t. We were too exposed. Anyone could have walked in on us.

I withdrew my finger from her pussy and moved to her front. I told her to pull up her pants and she obeyed readily. After she was finished, she stared ahead blankly, awaiting her next command.

I snapped my fingers again, and just as awareness returned to her eyes I brought her under my Gaze again. Her face slackened once more.

I reached forward to squeeze her breasts through her thin top. I rattled off a few blanket commands that sank deep within her **** brain. I could feel them becoming part of her, supplanting the woman she’d once been and forever altering how she saw the world.

I grinned. I couldn’t wait to see Dinah and Helena’s reactions.