TITLE    : The Chronicle of Whitehawk Pt. 02
STORYID  : the-chronicle-of-whitehawk-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Our heroine confronts her foe face to face, blow for blow.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-06-06
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|bbc|forced|domination|super hero|black bred|interracial|white female|black male|series|


-In Brightest Day, In Darkest Night-

"This had better not be a ruse." White Hawk thought to herself, flying high above the bright red bird, her eyes having no trouble tracking it even at this great distance.

She was trying her best to be cautious, not really knowing what Slave Master had in mind, especially now that she knew he had a complex series of animal spies that had been watching her for some time. The bird was not heading back towards the city, though she originally assumed it would, instead, it was heading toward the outlying woodlands and the Whitetower Dam. The exotic red bird landed directly atop the colossal structure practically dead center. Hawk couldn't see anyone or anything else along the long concrete walkway, though she knew the whole thing was laced with a series of services access corridors, exactly the sort of place to stage a trap or an ambush. She decided that fortune favored the bold, and flew down, ready to face whatever lay in store for her, confident she could handle it.

"So this is where you've been hiding." Hawk said loudly over the rushing waters, landing firmly next to the bird which wasn't disturbed at all by her approach.

"Hiiiiiding?" the bird said, bursting into a series of braying squawks of laughter, "No little dove, waaaaiting... wooooorking..." the bird continued, bouncing happily.

"Then show yourself." White Hawk demanded, her body tense and ready for anything.

"I already led you here.. come down and get MEEEE..." the parrot squawked one last time, suddenly stopping it's movements and falling over completely lifeless.

Hawk observed the seemingly dead red beast cautiously, half expecting it to jump back up, braying with laughter once more, but it lay still and didn't move at all. She wanted to listen for a heartbeat, or breath, but the overwhelming sound of the rushing water made it nearly impossible to suss out. He had picked his hideout well, the overwhelming noise drowning out prying ears as he dwelt beneath dozens of layers of metal and stone. Hawk would be at a slight disadvantage, and she knew it, but she wasn't going to back down... she would NEVER back down.

"Then the hunt begins." Hawk said, striding with bold confidence to the access door, ready to face the vile killer below.

The corridors were dark, nearly pitch black as the lights further down had been broken out, the only light seeming to be that which was being let in through the open doorway. This might be enough of a deterrent for your average person, but Hawks eyes were more than capable of piercing through blackness, her other senses keen and sharp. She started inside, the door closing with a squeal and a crunch, the metal having seen better days but still being good and heavy. The halls were cool and dusty, the sound of machines whirring and the steady sound of heavy rushing water filling the entire place with a constant buzz.

"No workers." Hawk said quietly to herself, noting the distinct lack of personnel in this place, not that she knew how many people worked here normally, but it had to at least be a few.

Almost as if on cue, a central speaker system came to life, a crackle and a hiss rising above the din, a voice she knew suddenly booming over it.

"Attention valued Whitetower Dam employees, we have a special guest visiting today, the one, the only, White Hawk!" he said, clearly for her benefit, as she had no doubt he hadn't left anyone alive in here, assuming of course, there were not any women, "Please feel free to stop and say hello if you see her in the halls!" he finished, deep chuckling coming through before he clicked off.

"I should have known." Hawk said, picking up her pace and jogging through the corridor.

As she bounded down the metal stairs, doubling back toward the central turbine chamber, she was greeted with a horrific site that had becoming increasingly familiar. The wide open area was practically packed with thralls, all of them either wearing worker uniforms or the business casual of middle management, every single one of them turning and smiling that sneering smile, a depraved and hungry look written all over each of them.

"HI WHITE HAWK!" they all said in a booming unison.

"You sick fuck." Hawk said, staring down the roughly six dozen men.

With the strength Slave Master instilled them with, this was NOT going to be an easy fight, but she was fierce and proud, and unwilling to back down. Forgoing her mace, she drew her crescent headed broad sword out of the aether, gripping the long handle with both hands, and assuming a combat posture. She was still on the stairs, which would force them into a choke point, but she knew they would literally crawl over each other in droves to get to her, and she wouldn't have as much of a swing radius here, meaning she would have to face them on their own turf, even ground. They stood still, smiling, seemingly waiting for her to make her move.

"THESE MEN HAD LIVES, AND FAMILIES, AND YOU STOLE THAT FROM THEM." Hawk shouted as she took the last few steps down the stairs, eyes sharp watching for the slightest movement.

One of the men stepped forward, making her jab forward quickly, the rounded head of her blade stopping just short of his throat under his chin. The man didn't flinch or jump, just simply stood there a moment smiling, before addressing her.

"What an ironic choice of words." the man said with a hint of humor, "You aren't familiar with the history of THIS world are you?"

"How do you know I'm not of this world?" Hawk said, bringing her blade back down to a ready stance.

"I am a thousand eyes, legs, hands, I am in every crack and seam, every shadow, I have watched you with feverish interest since you stepped foot here." Slave Master said through his thrall, the first "real" conversation she had ever had with him.

"Why? What do you want from me?" she said, hoping to finally find answers after all this time.

"You aren't special, at least not in the grand scheme of things." he replied, "But you are a singular beauty, and I would have you."

"THAT'S what this is all about? Sex?" Hawk said, incredulous, but also secretly a little flattered.

"Not just sex, my little dove... pure domination of your pretty white body." he said back, his thrall stepping forward ever so slightly, his hand raising in an almost sensual gesture.

Hawk snapped to that particular word; white... she needed to know what this was all about.

"Why do you hate white men?" she said, stepping back as a counter to the speaking thrall.

"Because once, they waged war against my people, tearing them from their families, ripping them in droves from our homeland, bound in chains, forced to toil and slave under the sun like animals... would you as a warrior ever surrender to such men?" he asked, bringing a facet of this worlds dark history to her attention.

White Hawk didn't know what to say, her people would never be slaves, they would have fought and died to the last if need be.

"They let themselves be taken. Why did they not fight then?" she said, thinking of the ways of her people.

"I ask myself that every day." Slave Master said, his voice more somber than arrogant for once, "But it doesn't matter, I will not let the sons of those men live as long as I draw breath, because "I" will fight for them."

"They are not their fathers fathers, they are innocent, you wage a new war against a new people." Hawk said, feeling the room growing tense, "But you also let their women live, why?"

This elicited a laugh from him once more.

"So that the sons of the sons of my ancestors can dominate them, impregnate them, breed them with our superior seed. Raise a whole new generation of my people from the ashes of theirs." he said, his sick intention finally laid bare.

"You fight, I admire that, but you are misguided and cruel in your intentions." White Hawk said, raising her blade higher now, knowing this talk was coming to an end. "I will not stop until you are brought to justice, Slave Master."

"And I will not stop until every white womb is filled with new black life... yours included." Slave Master said, the battle finally and truly beginning.

-Doomsday-

The mob made their furious rush all at once, the first droves being hacked to pieces by her hard swings, heads and torsos cleaved in half, extended arms falling to the floor being stepped and trampled on as they kept coming. She knew this was exactly what he wanted, their bodies mutilated and destroyed, he clearly took glee in it, and while she didn't want to give him any ground, she had no choice but to defend herself. She deftly brought the blade around, swinging it behind her back and keeping her momentum, bringing up another powerful cleave wiping out even more, but their number felt unfazed. They made contact, swarming over her, hands grabbing and pulling, her helmet coming off first as she winced and twisted her head back, blonde hair spilling free.

"YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME, SWINE!" she cried, the mob driving her down to her knees, Hawk's incredible strength driving back the advances of a dozen men, before a dozen more joined them, finally overpowering her.

She willed her broad sword away, both her hands willing in daggers instead, jabbing and slicing as fiercely as she could, more limbs coming free from their owners. She could feel them, driving their hands under her armored plates, lifting, undoing the straps, ripping and pulling them free, dozens of hands snatching at them greedily. It wasn't long before they came for the soft fabric beneath, ripping her shirt open right up the front, her perky white breasts bouncing free, her soft pink nipples being eagerly grabbed, tugged and twisted, her flesh fondled.

"YOU WILL NOT... HAVE..." Hawk cried again, her boots being pulled free, her bare feet just another conquest in the liberation of her armor from her body, hands grabbing her around her arches.

Her armored skirt undone, her panties ripped off roughly, the last bastion of her bodily sanctity gone as she attempted to stab and cut every hand and arm now pinning her to the ground, but no longer to any avail. White Hawk's eyes were narrowed down in fury, the crowd parting slightly on the outskirts as her nemesis approached through them, his arms up as if royalty, his face adorned with his usual smugness.

"You see? You fought so hard, and yet even YOU... appear to be a slave." Slave Master said, proud and defiant.

-New Gods-

"I AM NO SLAVE." White Hawk shouted, her perfect naked flesh struggling in the hands of her captors, "NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, I WILL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU."

"THAT is the fire that runs through MY veins, girl. You and I are cut from the same cloth." he said, standing over her, his eyes admiring her soft white flesh, the mounds of her breasts, and the sweet pink slit of her pussy just begging to be black bred, "You could join me in reshaping this world... showing other women how to serve their black masters as you sweep away the scourge of this world."

"I will NOT be a queen of slaves. If you do not end my life now, I WILL end yours as soon as I am able." White Hawk said, remaining defiant, but knowing exactly what would be coming next, her body betraying her as her dark fantasy was coming to life.

"Then if you will not lead them willingly, you will still lead by example." Slave Master said, his thralls hooking their arms around her legs, spreading them wide apart, her arms pinned down on either side of her, her eyes wild with fearful anticipation.

"Enjoy this moment, Slave Master, but know I will..." White Hawk started as Slave Master threw his robes off over his shoulders, his black cock far longer and thicker than she had ever conceptualized a man's genitals ever being, "I... by the lords..."

"That's right, my little dove, look on with hunger at the cock of a REAL man... a BLACK man." he said, gripping himself, the vein ribbed black mass towering from his hand, his large dark balls swollen with potent and powerful black seed.

White Hawk could feel a cold jolt in her chest, her nipples getting hard, all the while her pussy was starting to loosen up, getting hot and wet at the sight of his monstrous black cock. She couldn't deny how enticing it was. She had slept with men of her own kind, and none of them had been as well endowed, and flat out irresistible as this dark black dick before her was. She knew he intended to breed her, and despite the fire in her, she wanted it... to be conquered by his powerful body, to be owned by him, to bear as he said, another black life into this world. Still smiling, he knelt down between her legs, laying the weight of his big black cock down directly over her pussy.

"You see it, but you also feel it... the need to serve superior black men. It is time you learned your place in this new world of yours, little dove." Slave Master said, sliding his cock back over her, the thick head rubbing against her clitoris as he pushed himself into the supple groove of her flesh, finding his way to her eager opening.

"This is... LORDS SPARE ME!" White Hawk cried, the prodigious girth of his dick far greater than she had ever fantasized about, stretching the otherwise taut skin of her pussy to it's absolute limits as he pushed it in slowly.

"That's right, embrace the pain." Slave Master said, his cock driving her cervix apart easily with his impressive strength, the head of his cock crashing into the wall of her uterus and slipping up it slightly as he kept pushing.

"THERE'S... I CAN TAKE NO MORE!!!" White Hawk shouted, her face flush, the pain intense but the pleasure even greater, her body trembling in anticipation.

Slave Master thrilled off her pain, starting to pump now, his strokes slow and steady, but as deep as he could force himself inside her. White Hawk let out a series of rapid breaths, her toes flexing, her thighs starting to shake as jolts of ecstatic bliss went through her body. She couldn't help but work her hips as best as she could, matching his rhythm, the feeling far more pleasurable than anything she had ever felt with any of her former Valkyrian lovers. He could tell she was falling into it, picking up speed, his thralls barely able to hold her legs down as she raised them up around him.

"RAVISH... FUCK ME!!!" Hawk shouted, unable to stop herself, her head craning back slightly.

"Say the words. SAY EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO HEAR." he commanded, reaching his full stride, hammering her wet pink insides with his enormous black cock.

"FUCK... fuck me in my... FUCK ME IN MY WHITE PUSSY!" she cried, her hands desperate to work her own nipples, her body aching to fully embrace him, "FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK.. MASTER!!!"

"That's right, submit to me..." he cooed, feeling her body starting to tense up, her first black dick orgasm racing to seal her fate forever as black only.

"I can't, I can't, I can't...." White Hawk practically squealed, her whole body starting to shake now, "I'm gonna..." she said desperately.

"DO IT. CUM FOR ME." Slave Master commanded once more, and her body obeyed.

White Hawk's body spasmed hard, harder than even the thralls could contain, kicking them clear away, her arms practically throwing them off as she wrapped her firm white legs around his dark black body, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she came hard, over and over, to his relentless onslaught of her reproductive system. She was creaming on his cock, something she had never experienced before, but then again, this was also her first black man. She could feel him starting to tense up too, and she knew what that meant, locking her ankles together to keep him inside of her.

"BREED ME, BLACK WARRIOR! MY WOMB IS YOURS!" White Hawk cried, her body begging for his sperm.

Slave Master was more than happy to oblige, his pace increasing until he couldn't contain himself any longer, his eyes closing, his face furrowed as he roared triumphantly, unloading massive jets of superior black semen directly inside her completely unprotected pussy. Her fantasy had been right about one thing, his African sperm racing to her ovaries, attacking her eggs like tribesman slaying a vulnerable settlement of colonizers. She would be pregnant, that was without a doubt, though she wouldn't know it with certainty for a while. The two lay gasping for a minute or two, before White Hawk dropped back, laughing slightly to herself at the absurdity of the moment, and just feeling good about all of it. Slave Master was well aware that his thralls had been driven back, and that he was more vulnerable than ever, but it was also clear she wasn't trying to fight back. He raised himself to his feet, looking down at her smugly as she looked up at him with her ice blue eyes, a sleepy smile on her face.

"That was... by the lords..." she said, her hand lowering to her sore and sensitive pussy, touching the trickle of semen leaking out of herself.

"I'm not done." he said, still stroking his cock.

"But you... how can you..?" Hawk started, never having seen a man with so much sexual stamina.

"Suck." he said, gesturing with his dick.

White Hawk looked at him confusedly for a moment, then down at his waiting and willing black cock, and decided she was never one to back down from a challenge. She drew up to her knees, grasping the base of his big black cock, the whole thing slick and sloppy with his semen and her own vaginal discharges.

"SUCK NOW, SLUT." he commanded this time, and once again, her body obeyed.

She started slowly at first, unsure of the taste, but found herself unable to resist but briefly, moaning with pleasure as she degraded herself at his insistence, taking him down her throat in long deep pulls. She had never felt such arousal, never wanted so much to submit, her pussy already aching for more of him.

"Faster." he said, his large black hand resting down on top of her blonde head.

She sped up, reaching up, cradling and massaging his balls, cherishing the potent sperm inside. She pushed him as deep as she was able, pulling him all the way out of her esophagus with an exasperated gasp, a rope of saliva hanging from his dick to her lips.

"Fuck... fuck my face." she said, looking up at him.

"Beg me." he said, reaching down and slapping her face playfully with his cock as she chased it with her mouth.

"Fuck my pretty little mouth, master... please give me your big black dick..." she cooed, her feeling genuine.

"Open." he commanded, gripping the back of her head, slapping his thick dark dick down on her exposed pink tongue, pushing hard and deep, wasting no time going full speed up and down her throat.

White Hawk loved every second of it, bouncing slightly on her knees giddily as his balls crashed against her chin again and again, slobber being plunged out of her mouth, spilling down over her breasts. He was, once again, exceptional; her tongue trying her best to work his shaft as both of them struggled for space in her mouth. After another short few minutes, he was ready to burst, and he had fresh commands for her.

"Get down and open your mouth. Taste my fucking seed, pathetic white bitch."

No hesitation. She lowered herself, craning her neck back and opening her mouth wide, her tongue thrust out expectant of his enormous genetic load. Another series of hot jets of superior black sperm pumped into her eager mouth, drowning her tongue in it, the amount practically spilling out over her lower lip in spite of her posture.

"Don't you spill a fucking drop." he demanded angrily.

White Hawk swiped up her chin with her finger, making sure it all stayed where it belonged, her tongue swishing it around in her mouth so it could touch every single taste bud. It was beyond amazing. She was astounded that any man could be gifted with so much, but if he was to be believed, this was common amongst his black brethren. She closed her mouth firmly, swallowing it all with several greedy gulps, before gasping with satisfaction already wishing she had more.
<hr pg="2" />"That's right... how'd that taste, slut?" he said, loving her pathetic subservience.

"More..?" she said, grabbing the base of his cock and jerking it slightly as she looked up at him expectantly, her blue eyes sparkling.

He sneered again, loving the sight of her, once so powerful, now just a pathetic desperate white slut on her knees begging for his negro cock.

"I have plenty more waiting for you, but first, I want something else from you." he said, snapping his finger and waving her to stand.

Hawk eagerly stood up, still having to look up at him, his proud and muscular black frame practically begging for her hands to caress it. She was finally ready to do what needed to be done.

"Master, can I ask one last thing of you first?" she said, stepping forward and bracing her perfect white body to his, her breasts crushed against him.

"Speak." he commanded, as if to an animal.

"Come with me." she said, jumping up slightly and headbutting him directly in the forehead hard, knocking him out cold and cleanly, all of his thralls falling dead for good as he lost consciousness and control.

-Checkmate-

Hawk looked down at him with a sort of melancholy, wishing she didn't have to end things like this, wishing she could just let herself be his sexual plaything forever, but she had never backed down from a fight, and she wasn't about to start now either. Taking a deep sigh, she felt the sperm still leaking from her pussy and moved her hand to her stomach, relishing the idea of the warrior that could now potentially be growing within. She wasted little time after, gathering her armor and putting it on over her otherwise nude body, wrapping Slave Master in his robe and hoisting him over her shoulder.

"You come with me now, king of monsters." she said, making her way up and out of the facility, taking to the air and bringing him to the appropriate worldly authorities.

His cell was stronger than any normal human could withstand, but time would tell if it would be able to contain him once he awoke. She was quite curious how he became a king in a world full of weaklings, and she would learn the tale one day. The proud but cowardly men of the supermax thanked her for the great service she had done for the city, utterly unaware of the plans he had had for them, and especially for their women. As she drifted back up into the sky, she stopped for a moment to admire the many strong looking black men out in the prison yard, wondering if they could satisfy her like her nemesis just had, thinking that she would likely find out someday soon, a thought that brought a smile to her face.

"Perhaps this world IS meant to be yours." she said happily to herself, before jetting away back to her lair to clean up and give her armor some love and attention.

White Hawk valued might above everything else, as it was the way of her people. It made a sort of twisted sense that all women should want to breed with the most potent and powerful mates they could find, and who better than black men? She didn't know it then herself, but Slave Master had already won that day, in ways she couldn't yet comprehend. White Hawk would become a symbol of everything women of every race should be, and that symbol... was going to serve the black master race.

