Today started like most days for Birdboy. After a relatively quiet morning, he soon found himself stopping a bank robbery. There were police surrounding the bank but none would enter due to the hostages inside. Birdboy managed to sneak in and knock out all of the robbers before they knew what was happening. He untied the hostages and signaled to the police that they could come arrest the robbers safely. The policemen thanked him, and Birdboy flew away after a job well done.
Across town, in a secret Dungeon/Lab, The Dominatrix, also known as Trixie, was working on her newest invention. She had many smoke bombs with various effects, but this newest one was her most brilliant on yet. Her plan to capture Birdboy and make him into her Slave was nearly complete. All she would need to do is get close enough to deploy her latest weapon. She smiled a cruel smile and sat in her favorite chair, which currently had the terrified face of a pretty young woman trapped in the seat. "Soon enough, it will be your face between my cheeks Birdboy" she said while letting loose a fart. The desperate struggles and muffled scream coming from under her ass helped entertain her while she waited for the right time to strike.
Back in the heart of the city, Birdboy was listening to his police scanner on top of a high-rise rooftop. Other than the bank robbery, things were surprisingly quiet. Birdboy, whose real name was Jake, should have been thankful for the rest. Jake was a man of action however, and lived for the moments where he could fight for Justice. His wish was soon granted, as reports of several officers being in danger reached him. He flew off the rooftop in the direction of the call.
The Dominatrix was having her usual brand of fun at the police officers' expense. The ones who were still conscious were feeling the sting of her whip and begging her to stop. She couldn't stop, not until Birdboy arrived so her plan could go into effect. Soon enough she got her wish. The telltale sound of his Wing-suit approached, and he landed nearby. "The Dominatrix, I haven't seen you in a while" Birdboy said, hands on his hips in a stereotypical Heroic stance. "Why don't you just put that whip down and give yourself up? We both know you can't beat me."
Trixie stopped whipping the cop at her feet and casually glanced over at Birdboy, sneering at his claims that she can't beat him. Normally, he would be right, as several other times before this he had bested her in combat. For that exact reason, she made it her mission to capture and control this powerful Hero. She wants him at her feet, begging for mercy, humiliating and degrading himself for her pleasure. It was time to begin her plan.
The Dominatrix cracked her whip at Birdboy, which he dodged like usual. He closed the distance and they began to fight. Both were very capable fighters, but Birdboy was just that much better. Soon enough, The Dominatrix was on the ground, seemingly beaten. In his moment of triumph, Jake let his guard down for a moment. That was all the time needed for Trixie to seal Jake's fate. She quickly launched her newest Smoke bomb into his face, temporarily blinding him and making him start to cough violently. Phase 2 was about to begin.
While Jake was distracted, Trixie placed a communication device into his pants and escaped the area. Jake finally was able to get his breath back and his vision returned to him. He felt something in his pocket and pulled it out. As he did, a video message began to play.
'Hello, Birdy. You do not know it yet, but you are about to be my property. The effects of that Bomb will soon become clear to you. I don't want to ruin the surprise, I will only say that I have the antidote. Soon, you will be begging me for it. Just use this device to contact me when the effects become too much to bear. See you later, my Pet.'
When the message ended, Jake just felt confused. He didn't feel any ill effects at the moment, but was certainly worried. He left the area and went home to shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow he would figure out what The Dominatrix is planning. He had no idea just how bad things were about to get.
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