TITLE    : The Chronicle of Whitehawk Pt. 01
STORYID  : the-chronicle-of-whitehawk-pt-01
SUMMARY  : A female heroine confronts an evil figure.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-05-09
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|bbc|white woman|black man|story driven|superhero|forced|masturbation|fantasy|


Authors Note: So, I've had this one on standby for a while as I was planning on working on further chapters, but I'm going to be very sporadically posting for a while, so I figured something was better than nothing! Let me know if you enjoy, as this is another one that I like the world building in. Anyway, you kids be good, and I'll catch up with you in a bit.

-It's A Bird, It's A Plane-

"Sir, what are your orders!?" the panicked officer shouted, hunkered down behind his patrol vehicle.

"We sent out the signal, we can only wait a moment longer, then we're going to have to make our move, para's or not." His sergeant shouted, small cracks of gunfire coming from the bank front.

"Can we even kill these things? Paranormal criminology is out of my field of experience, sir." the officer shouted out as he scooted closer to the rear of the vehicle.

"We're damn sure gonna try, there are potential hostages in there, and we have a duty to protect them." the sergeant said, his heart racing in fear despite his bravado.

Both men heard her before they saw her, the loud booming whoosh coming from the sky.

"Oh, thank god she's here..." the sergeant muttered under his breath, cool relief washing over him.

Dropping out of the sky, White Hawk landed firmly with a loud thunk, barely missing a beat as she started to stride directly towards the distressed officers. Clad in a strange warriors armor, her metal plated boots clicked against the pavement, the light jingling of chain mail accompanying it. Her ice blue eyes gazed out from under the sleek cobalt blue winged helmet she wore as she inspected the scene in front of her.

"How long?" she said flatly.

"They've been in there for nearly 15 minutes now, we didn't make a move because we didn't want to risk..." the sergeant said, trying his best to rationalize their fears.

"I get it." she said, her eyes never leaving the bank front.

White Hawk had been so aptly named by her clan for her keen senses as much as her razor sharp combat skills, as she was able to make out movements based on the sounds that only she could hear coming from inside.

"The men inside are already dead, but he left the women alive." White Hawk remarked, wondering what twisted sense of morality her nemesis seemed to have when it came to killing, "He likely won't hurt them, but I'm not willing to risk it, I'm going in." she said, moving between the squad cars, lining her way up with the entrance.

A few more errant shots popped off from the building front, striking White Hawk in the breast plate, the bullet collapsing like an accordion and falling to the ground harmlessly. It would take tank rounds to penetrate her armor, and far more than 9mm rounds to even penetrate her skin. You wouldn't expect it, given her slender but toned body. She was 5'11, with ice blue eyes, straight but voluminous blonde hair that covered her slender neck, solid and perky C cup breasts, a smooth turned in stomach, a tight and shapely ass, with long, smooth and muscular legs. Anyone who saw her out of her armor would have thought her more a runway model than a warrior, and while she knew how to be delicate, she was as hard as steel (or harder) on the battlefield.

"Brace yourselves." she said coldly, lowering herself to a starting posture, the officers moving away from her quickly.

She burst forward impossibly fast, shoulder charging the bank doors with her paldron and sending glass and metal exploding inward, tearing the first thrall to shreds. As she slid to a stop, she summoned her mace and shield, the two enchanted armaments forming in her hands as if they had always been there. Three more of the so-called robbers turned to face her, sneering grins forming on their face as their master looked on through their eyes. They raised their guns almost jokingly, firing rounds at her as she raised her shield arm blocking dozens of shots, the shield not just stopping, but absorbing the impact of the bullets, filling the shield with the spirit of vengeance, the metal starting to glow a faint red. Hawk spun, ducking low and throwing the shield in one swift movement, the disc flying out like a buzz saw, cleaving the bodies of her foes in half, hitting the far wall, bouncing back and cutting them apart once more before returning to her arm.

"RELEASE YOUR THRALLS, SLAVE MASTER!" Hawk cried, as she watched bodies drop, "GIVE THEM THE PEACE OF DEATH THEY DESERVE."

The bodies before her had been thoroughly chopped through most of the mid section, but what was left of their torsos was still moving, crawling toward her. She knew she would have to destroy the head so that he couldn't see through their eyes anymore, stepping forward and stomping down on the skulls of her foes, brains and gore bursting out amidst bits of hair and bone. The female bank tellers shrieked and struggled against their restraints behind the large counter space, unable to see what had transpired in the main lobby. Hawk knew they were safe now, and turned her attention to the safe deposit room, where she could sense the remaining thralls going about their foul work.

"Do not move, this is almost at an end." she announced to the restrained and struggling women, turning her boots with a crunch of glass as she strode to the next door.

The thralls inside weren't armed like the others, though that didn't mean they weren't dangerous, but it did mean she could forgo her shield for now, sending it back to the aether. She gripped the leather strap of her mace firmly, the long studded shaft raising from her fist like baseball bat as she shoved the door hard, breaking the locking mechanism to pieces. The bodies inside all turned suddenly at her entrance, the same sneering grin forming on all their faces as they did. It was three of the male bank employees, and two other men she didn't recognize. She didn't know exactly what Slave Master was, but his control of the dead had become a thing of sheer terror amongst the citizens of Whitetower CIty. If he killed someone, he could bring them back under his thrall, and if that thrall killed another, he could control them too. The only way to stop the cycle was to destroy all the thralls and force him to rebuild.

"What is this all about, Slave Master? Murder, sure... but bank robbery? That isn't your normal affair." Hawk said, staring down the leering bodies of the men in front of her.

"Well well, my little dove..." they all said in unison, "It is always a pleasure to see you."

"No games, Slave Master, answer me." she said stoically.

"What fun is this without a little foreplay?" they all said each taking a single step forward, their heads cocking to the opposite side like a troop of nightmare marionettes.

"You know I'm going to destroy them." she said, her arm raising her mace in preparation.

"Oh, I'm not just counting on it, I'm looking forward to it." he said, moving them another step closer.

"Then we're done talking, I'll pull the evidence of your deeds from their remains." she said, as the men moved toward her.

Slave Master gave them unusual strength and speed, though it had never been enough to best her. With a firm swipe, she obliterated the head clean off one of the bank workers shoulders, the pale flesh of his face tearing to tatters as his skull exploded. The others gripped her from every other direction, twisting her around using her own momentum, and pinning her face first against the wall. One of the thralls leaned in over her shoulder, his pale lips nearly touching her ear.

"I love it when you struggle." he said, his hands snaking around and grabbing the mounds of her breast plate.

Hawk leaned forward, and then drove her head back, slamming it into the thrall's face, crushing it in to a ruined mess. Other hands slid over her armor and her body, one sliding up under her plates of her armored skirt, and stroking the thin fabric of her undergarment, sliding right up the groove of her vagina.

"Get OFF me you SICK FUCK." she shouted, placing both hands against the wall and driving both her and her assailants back as they fell to the floor.

The thralls didn't feel pain, or need time to recover, and quickly swarmed over her again, two of them moving to pin her arms down from either side, while the third crawled up between her powerful thighs.

"How about a little taste, eh Hawk..?" the pale thrall said in words that weren't his own, his tongue coming out and licking his waxy lips lecherously.

He was already clawing again at her panties, pulling hard enough to rip the fabric, leaving her tight, perfectly shaved pussy exposed.

"Not on your life." Hawk said, his head disappearing between her legs as she snapped them shut hard, crushing another skull like an overripe melon, his gold frame glasses crumpling, his dirty blonde scalp falling to the ground like a cheap wig.

The other two were still restraining her arms, but had reached out and were working furiously to jam their hands beneath her breast plate, their greedy fingers finding her nipples and tugging at them. With her legs free, Hawk rolled back hard, up and over herself, twisting and breaking the men's arms and fingers, as she landed in a kneeling position above them, grabbing both of their heads and slamming them into paste against the ground.

"Sick... sick fuck..." Hawk panted, bringing herself back up to her feet, looking at the mess she had left in the room.

White Hawk reached down the front of her breast plate, fishing out the fingers that had come off during her violent roll, dropping them on the ground next to their former owners, the pinkish white skin bouncing and rolling like fleshy dice. This wasn't the first time Slave Master had pulled this sort of thing, sending his thralls after her, never seeming to attempt real harm, but instead only to violate her body. It was a sick and twisted game he was playing, and there were nearly two hundred dead men he had used as pawns. She couldn't quite figure out what his end game was. He never stole anything, only ever causing mass harm at crowded or sensitive locations, which always puzzled her. Did he just love killing? Was he trying to raise an army? What if these were only distractions? She felt the cool air of the bank's AC units chilling her exposed sex, and decided she would mull this over more once she returned to her home base and put on some fresh clothes. Hawk turned and started toward the main lobby to release the restrained women, and give the cops the all clear.

-Up Up and Away-

"Why... why is he doing this to us?" the officer stammered fearfully, looking at the mess of bodies and blood all over the bank floor.

"I have no answers." White Hawk said also curious, but not willing to give what little she knew away.

"Officer, please, you need to contain yourself, there are still civilians present." the sergeant said, barely containing himself.

"He's a fucking terrorist... he wants us to fucking be afraid of him... to suffer..." the officer said, losing what little composure he had, "Somebody needs to bury that piece of shit."

Hawk didn't have time for conjecture, or the cowardly ramblings of another weak man. She already had what she needed, and so she made for the exit intent on going back home to regroup and redress. She heard the sergeant call to try and stop her, but she didn't want to indulge whatever trembling nonsense he was going to lay on her, lifting into the air effortlessly and shooting up into the clouds above. She couldn't stand weakness, particularly from men, and this world was FULL of weak men. White Hawk wasn't of this world, she came from a realm beyond the veil known as Valkyria. A world of warriors that valued strength of mind, body and character above all else. Even though she had been the daughter of the Queen, and keeper of the ring of veils, she had been brought up just as hard, if not harder than, everyone else. Had it not been for the great calamity, she would still be... no, she shook the thought from her mind and continued towards her secret lair.

"Welcome home, mistress." her automated base security said.

"Thank you, ADA." she said, lowering to the floor gently.

Hawk knew nothing of such technology back home, but this world was full of it. Singing machines, lights and pictures, metal boxes that talked... it was a strange sort of sorcery. This had been a gift from a benefactor of sorts, a strange billionaire from several states away who had apparently been stalking her for some time. He eventually turned vigilante in an attempt to impress her, but that hadn't ended well for him. She admired his effort, but his body wasn't built for such things, a truth he discovered when trying to emulate her power of flight. But he had left her with ADA, or "Automated Defense Assistant", the voice and mind of a woman trapped inside a machine who controlled her secret home.

"Are you well, mistress? You appear tense." ADA said, reading her bio-metrics remotely.

"I am struggling with a mystery." Hawk said as she started peeling her armor off, placing it carefully back on it's mounting rack, "I am quite vexed."

"Would you like me to draw you a bath?" ADA said, gearing up the processes.

"I... yes actually, that would be nice." Hawk said, removing her boots.

"Right away." ADA said, the hot spring styled bath filling with water, the temperature precisely controlled to perfection.

Hawk removed the remainder of her gear and her clothes, walking nude through the wide stone chamber around her, heading toward the bath waiting for her. She fought hard, and was entitled to her indulgences, it was just the way of her people. Her bare feet padding along making a soft slap that lightly echoed throughout the open halls before she stepped into her bathing nook. She dipped a toe in, expecting perfection and finding it, slowly and gently lowering herself into the water, putting her head under and whipping her head back, settling in with her head barely exposed above the hot and clear waters. She felt a familiar feeling, something that often plagued her after battle... a fierce need stirring in her loins. Hawk sighed deeply, tipping her head back slightly, her own hand sliding down over her pussy, working up and down her wet slit, before her fingers disappeared inside herself.

"Oh lords yes..." she cooed to herself, enjoying her own touch, but wishing she had a man of worth to dominate her body.

Her people were fierce fighters, and even more ferocious lovers, often resorting to mass mating rituals while they rode the highs of combat, working out their fury and adrenaline rushes on each others bodies. She had enjoyed the company of both male and female lovers, but could not deny she loved the feeling of being entered and dominated by strong men more than anything. She was still young, and her experiences were limited, but she knew what she liked. Her fingers working more furiously as she replayed the battle in her head, how she had vanquished her foes, how they had clawed and lusted after her body... not "they"... but "he". She had only ever seen her nemesis once, and he was unlike many other men in the city. He was tall, maybe 6'5 or higher, his head bald, his body clearly muscular even under his strange robed attire, his skin a brown so dark it was almost pure black. He was a monster, without a doubt... but he was also the only man who was her equal in battle, and her mind often drifted to him when she pleasured herself.

"You want me..?" she muttered, her eyes closing, working herself more firmly, her speed increasing. "Then come and fuck me, Slave Master."

She could picture him, his thralls holding her down much like before, his large and muscular black body striding towards her, a look of conquest on his face. She picture his robes falling around him, as he dropped to his knees, her soft white legs spread apart, her feet in the air as she beckoned him inside her body. He's smiling his leering, smug smile, a face she has seen so often, placing each firm arm on either side of her, working himself inside her in firm strokes, her wetness welcoming him inside with ease. He was a monster in the ways of love too, driving himself into her hard, again and again, his large black testicles swollen with potent semen waiting to conquer her body much as he was in that moment.

"Fuck... do it... fuck me..." Hawk whimpered to herself, her body racing to the brink of orgasm.

She could practically feel him, waiting for him to tense up, waiting for him to unload inside her. She wanted it, wanted it bad... to be defeated, to be owned, and he was the man to do it... Hawk reached up, squeezing her own breast hard, tugging and teasing her nipple, her ass scooting down forward as she prepared for what was coming.

"FUCK MEEEEE!!!" Hawk squealed out, fingering herself more vigorously than ever, banging her head back repeatedly against the baths edge, her legs tensing, her toes curling as she climaxed repeatedly, rubbing her clitoris now as her eyes rolled back, her mouth agape as she gasped in lungfuls of cool air.

As her spasms subsided, she slunk back down into the bath more, her mind washing over with a pleasing post sex bliss bringing her a sense of clarity. She enjoyed it for a few minutes, not wanting to spoil the moment, but knew she had work to do, taking one last deep breath, before laying back and staring at the dark recesses of the cavernous ceiling.

-The Worlds Greatest Detective-

"Why only men?" she said out loud, the word bouncing around softly.

Not just men. Her mind said, an epiphany hitting her. White men, only white men. Every single one of the nearly two hundred men.

"Racially motivated?" she wondered out load again, her mind going back to work, "Then why not white women..?"

He wants you. Her mind answered back.

"Sexual desire..." she muttered, feeling close to something. "So what is his game?"

But she didn't get an answer this time. Just a scratching, nagging feeling she was close to figuring him out. She had scoured the city using her extremely keen eyes to find him, focusing on the only place he could hide in plain sight, the poorer part of the city where most of the black men were located. He would stand out too much anywhere else. But what if he wasn't in the city at all? Or if he was deep in the sewers?

"Lords guide me." she said, giving up for the moment, pushing up frustratedly to her feet, and stepping out of the bath, her slim white body dripping water all around her as she made her way back to the main chamber.

"ADA can you..?" she started, but noticed something odd and colorful sitting in the middle of her caved base... a parrot.

She walked cautiously toward it, watching it skeptically, wondering if this was some sort of sign. The bird turned its head, following her with it's beady and glassy black pupil, not making any noises or raising it's wings.

"ADA, what is this bird doing here?" she said, her nude body still slick and dripping.

"I do not know, mistress. It appears to be a bird, but does not show life signs. It is also not a machine duplicate." ADA said, clearly not seeing what it was.

"You can do animals too." Hawk said, her posture switching to one for combat, though she wouldn't be fighting a bird, and if so, not for long.

"I can. I do." the bird squawked, a nearly imperceptible glee lighting up about it.

Hawk realized she had never once considered animals, or how many times they might have been there, secretly or silently doing the bidding of their master while she was busy crushing human thralls.

"Why are you here?" she said, circling around the bird and toward her armor very slowly.

"Yoooooooou..." the bird squawked again, hopping happily. "I'm tired of waaaaiting..."

"You want to finally face me?" she said, her heart eager for the challenge.

"I want you to serrrrrve me." the bird said, watching her intently, "Your body beloooongs to me."
<hr pg="2" />"I will never be your thrall, Slave Master." she said, her mace forming in her hand.

"No thralllll..." the bird said, "You will be my slaaaaave... by your will aloooone..."

"You'd better keep dreaming, Slave Master." Hawk said, feeling a slight stirring as she thought about her feelings from the bath.

"Don't think I haven't seen YOU dreeeeaming..." the bird said, practically smiling.

Hawk felt the sudden jolt of embarrassment spike through her... he had watched her masturbating... but when? His spy network was clearly incredibly stealthy, as it could have been anything from a rat down to an ant. She would have to talk to ADA about upgrading her security.

"Fine, you want to meet face to face, then lets do it. But don't expect anything less than a fight." Hawk said, phasing her mace out again, as it seems it wouldn't be necessary.

"Then follow the colored bird... I'll be waaaaaaiting." the rich red parrot said, turning and flapping it's wings and fluttering its way up to the lip of the cave entrance.

Hawk was half tempted to follow him immediately, but paused realizing it might be wise to put some clothes on first, and also, maybe her armor. She didn't know what Slave Master had in mind, but she would go ready to fight as promised... whatever happened next would be for the lords of war to deign to lay upon her.

