Episode 6.69
Sara Lance, aka White Canary, aka Captain of the Waverider, aka kick-ass chic with a weird-looking chin woke up with the biggest drug-induced hangover ever recorded in the annals of Time in what appeared to be a giant hamster ball save for the fact it was actually slightly ovoid and no rodents of disproportionate proportions or any other were on sight. She had been abducted by extraterrestrial forces some time ago, but only now was coming to terms with her new predicament.
Her prison was transparent and wasn’t the only one in the large chamber all around. There were at least five more to the right and an additional six to her left. Across from where she stood, laid another row of twelve separated by a bio-luminescent corridor were countless figures of species unknown gawked at her. Most had never seen a human before, let alone one with such radiant golden hair.
Leading the group was an almost seven feet tall blue-skinned figure. Her name was Rwaxana, and she was a Naparian, a race never before seen on Earth’s quadrant, with elongated, hypnotic limbs and six breasts, three at the front covered by a thin layer of transparent fabric, two at the back and one more everyone insisted existed, but no male of any species had ever found. Despite the fish-like bulging eyes, she still had enough humanoid characteristics to be portrayed by someone with seven hours worth of make-up and prosthetics every single day. As expected, she also spoke English fluently, in fact even better than many actual people.
“You’ve finally come to your senses. Welcome.”
“Where am I and what is this place?” Sara growled like the trapped predator she was.
“This is my Intergalactic Zoo/Slave Market where I collect specimens from all known corners of the Universe (and unknown too!) and then either put them on display or sell them to the highest bidders like these not so-fine gentlemen behind me. Don’t mind their wagging tongues, they just can’t help themselves.”
“Oh wow, is that really what we’re going for this time? I wonder what that will do to our ratings…”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Rwaxana cocked her enormous head.
“Never mind. So you’re going to sell me then? How about some gladiator-style action instead? I know a trick or two…”
“I’m well aware of what you know and what you don’t know, Sara Lance. I know your travels through Time far and wide.”
“Oh, you’re a fan, huh? Yet another reason to let me out. I can give you an autograph… with my feet.”
“Fan is not the word I would use.” Rwaxana scoffed. “You and your team are quite the nuisance. You’ve already cost me a fortune twice.”
“We did?”
“Yes. You know how time ripples go… a butterfly flaps her wings in 1776 and a cargo ship of mine filled with endangered carnivorous rocks explodes on the 25th Century, things like that.”
Sara shook her head at both the strange dialogue and her deadpan delivery. “Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s new, but okay. I’m getting out eventually and then you’re going down with some crazy stunts, preferably with slow-motion and dramatic lighting effects.”
“Not this time. I have major plans for you, but first I need to train you properly.”
“Excuse me? What does that mean?”
“Oh… You’ll be brainwashed, conditioned, programmed, whatever word you prefer. You’re worth millions to keen and not so-keen eyes, but I make a point of testing out every piece of merchandise first in the kinkiest ways imaginable. You’re no exception.”
“Ah, so that’s the plan…” Sara grinned. “You could have just started with that, and there’s really no need for any mind-control shenanigans.”
“Why not?”
“Because I do just about everyone. We can go kinky right now. Let me out and I’ll prove it. They can watch.”
“Nice try, but I need you docile. Sweet dreams.”
Rwaxana gave the signal and Sara’s chamber was flooded with saccharine, narcoleptic gas that guided her into a world of dreams, bondage and human-alien intercourse. And there were tentacles, gratuitous nudity and more than enough opportunities for screen grabs that would fuel imaginations, masturbation sessions and shitty memes for years to come. Barely anyone could hear them in-between all the moans and countless orgasms, but Sara’s only words since the sexual enslavement began were and still are: “Yes, Mistress Rwaxana. Anything you wish.”
And one day, the other Legends will eventually find her whereabouts and travel there on a daring rescue mission like heroes do, only to, one by one, be forced to welcome an alien over-lady into their minds. Thighs will burn, and steel cocks rejoice. History can be rewritten… until the plot says otherwise. Their future as mindless pets has already begun.
