Hawkgirl = Hawkslave

How do you negotiate with the one who controls your mind?

How did she know the very thoughts she was thinking this very second weren't ones Jason had put there?

Grappling with this, Shayera found herself staring at Jason's penis.

That human men had larger genitalia than Thanagarian males had been something she'd learned during her mission, their most average size something any man of her race would be proud to call his own. A fact that she had chosen to leave out of her report naturally, but that had a subtle effect on her every interaction with human males. Just the knowledge that each one was likely capable of filling her like no man before had been titillating, if nothing else. Certainly discovering that those humans with a dark coloring to their skin were known to be even larger had been at least one small part of her attraction to John.

But Jason's human massive endowment was on a whole other level to anything she'd ever seen.

She could barely even believe this was the same species as the man who'd been her lover, and certainly not something that belonged to a teenager.

Eyes flicking briefly down to admire that thick and potent cock, standing up and swaying gently between his spread legs, she looked over at the two dull-faced women, she suddenly caught herself, inwardly snarling as she became fully aware that her own genitals were swelling with blood, aching to be filled and squeezed tight around a huge thick human cock like that.

Focus. Jason was just staring at her as he sat beside her on the couch, a smug smile twisting his lips.

"If I am to be yours, I ask that you free Black Canary and Huntress."

"Really?" he asked as if it were a strange request. Jason then got to his feet and strode over to and around Dinah and Helena. There was a sharp smack as his hand impacted with their bottoms, sending the soft parts of the frozen heroines' bodies jiggling wildly.

He was silent for a moment, just watching her with those captivating eyes and an amused smile, "But you don't want me to free them."

There was a sudden fogginess to her thoughts, and she spoke uncertainly her brow furrowed, "I don't?"

"You're a soldier. From a war-like race focused on conquering your enemies and subjugating them. That's what your people were doing with Earth. Isn't that right?"

As she felt a rush of familiar thoughts, she responded with cautious certainty, "Yes."

"I have conquered them and I have conquered you with my powers. It is only natural that I should keep what's mine, yes?" Jason said as he bobbled Dinah and Helena's big breasts, his arm wrapped around their backs.

That same stuffy feeling suffused her thoughts even as Shayera found her gaze drifting to the immensely thick dick positively oozing with a virile strength, sticking out from between either woman's well-rounded hips, "Yes."

He cocked his head to the side with an amused tone of voice, "So... what exactly were your conditions then?"

Her first thought had been to most likely fruitlessly bargain for the other women's freedom, but now that seemed very odd and she wasn't quite sure what she'd been thinking. Why should Jason give up what he had taken by righteous ****? It would be absurd. That was the proper order of things and he had every right to it.

"I..." she started, she recalled the second condition she'd had in mind. That he wouldn't enslave anyone else, but that too was farcical. Jason's metahuman power was mind control. It was only natural that he use it to enslave those inferior to him. Just like she had been.

Meeting his eyes briefly, her thoughts suddenly snapped back with clarity, "I want you to listen to my counsel. You chose me because I am strong enough to defend you from the League. But you made a far better choice than you know. My mission was to spy on Earth's defenses as well as the Justice League to aid the invasion. I am perfectly equipped to help you avoid their detection as well as thwart their attempts to capture you should the worst happen. But I can only do that if you listen to me, giving me some measure of input into your decisions regarding the taking of more slaves as well as actions that should be taken to keep you safe and free."

Her eyes searched his own for any signs of anger or annoyance, but she found none. He simply stared at her with a blank, neutral expression.

"I accept your terms."

She exhaled, and felt a weight fall off her wings. "Good."

"Anything else?" he asked even as he slowly pulled on his big human cock.

A thick bead of pearly white precum pushed past his slit, forming into a fat droplet that jiggled precariously for a heart-stopping moment before Jason's languid masturbation sent it falling to the ground, leaving a long, silvery thread back to his glistening cockhead.

She stared at it, mouth watering, her genitals very hot and active with natural anticipation of the mating act. It took her a moment to collect herself, tearing her gaze back up to his handsome face and those beautiful eyes of his, "I... also want to be in charge of your other slaves, responsible for their training and discipline, so that I can make use of them to keep you safe and undetected by the League."

She could see a flicker of a small smile at the corners of his mouth as be dropped his massive human cock to stroke his chin, "You drive a hard bargain, Shayera." She felt a shiver of pleasure when he said her name, "But yes, I will accept those terms if you agree to be my sexy little brainwashed Hawkgirl."

"I accept your terms." she said firmly and she meant it. This was a far better outcome than she'd expected. She hadn't really expected him to meet her halfway like this. With his complete power over her, he had no need to. Yet he had and that made her feel a warm affection for him that had nothing to do with his control over her mind.

He smiled and drew his hand up the length of his long shaft to grasp it just before the glans, lifting it slightly as if to offer it to her, "Then I think there's just one more thing left to do."

"Yes." she intoned softly, meeting his eyes briefly before directing her gaze submissively downward.

For just a moment... before she erupted off the couch and to her feet with a powerful opening of her wings, extending them out towards the corners of the ceiling, a gust of wind unleashed to buffet the contents of the room.

The quick motion startled him and he took a step back, his large cock wagging to and fro with the sudden movement even as the two entranced women remained still and oblivious to her impressive display.

There was an expression of open awe on his handsome face. Shayera treasured that reaction as well as the clear desire in his eyes as they traced down her womanly form. "Oh yes..." he groaned huskily, "I'm definitely going to enjoy having you as my brainwashed ****."

"It will be an honor, my master." She would be everything he wanted and so much more.

She then demurely folded her wings once more before going to her knees.

Leaning forward, she crawled forward on all fours with her wings folded tightly against her back. She then looked up at him from her low position, sitting back on her heels and pursed her lips, looking past the very large glans to his face. She stared right into his eyes and delivered a kiss to the very tip of his cock-head. She remained like that with her plush lips in firm contact with slit from where seed would be expelled and she received a thick sticky deposit of precum.

Shayera withdrew her head and felt a strand stretch from her lips to the glans. It snapped as she told Jason solemnly, "I pledge my undying loyalty to you and only you, master. I am your soldier, your possession, your ****. But most of all I am your woman."