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“...Thank you Gotham for a wonderful show!” Zatanna smiled and bowed from the stage. The crowd cheered and whistled in adoration. Zatanna continued to bow for the audience as the stage curtains closed before her. Zatanna sighed in relief as the show was finished. It had been a long one, all the ones in Gotham were.
Gotham was often one of the most profitable, but tiring, places for her to perform. With all of the various villains doing weird things to people’s minds or bodies, Gothamites were a difficult crowd to please. She often had to pull out all the stops whenever she came to the gloomy big city. Zatanna took off her top hat as she walked towards her dressing room.
She plopped down on the chair before the large lit up mirror,dozens of makeup and other materials on the desk in front of it. Zatanna stared up at the ceiling, wanting to de-stress from the whole show she had to perform. Her hand traveled down to her groin, teasing her sensitive cunt.
Zatanna was a bit of an exhibitionist. While she didn’t run around naked in front of people or masturbated for voyeurs, she did get somewhat aroused just by performing. Before she could even get into her own pleasure, her mind flashed to the rumors around Gotham. How Black Canary had started prostituting herself to people. The thought really killed Zee’s mood.
“ecnaL haniD dniF” Zatanna said, channeling her magic to locate her friend. Her magic showed her a bar, one that was shockingly close to where Zatanna was performing. It wasn’t odd that Dinah was in a bar, but Zatanna wanted to catch up with her friend and confront her about the rumors.
Zatanna stood and left the theater, using her magic to conceal herself from her fans to give her some privacy and a chance to escape. As Zee walked down towards the bar, she noticed how seedy and rough the neighborhood was. She knew Dinah had a biker aesthetic, but this was a much rougher crowd than even she bumped elbows with. Zee peered into the windows of the bar and saw the unmistakable blonde hair of Dinah Lance, along with the leather jacket with her symbol on the back.
Zatanna entered the bar, but before she could drop her stealth spell, she saw Dinah kneeling to the ground. Standing around her were numerous men sans their pants, Dinah bobbing her head up and down on of their cocks while her hands were stroking others. Zatanna froze and stared at her friend, getting gangbanged by her bar patrons.
“Damn, Canary’s a great cocksucker,” one of the patrons said.
“Thank you~,” Dinah cooed before returning to sucking his dick. Zatanna couldn’t believe it, how could the rumors be true? Zatanna fled from the bar, intent on asking a fellow hero what should be done about this. And why was it so hot to watch?
“I just don’t get it,” Zatanna said as she finished telling Oracle what she had seen. Barbara was one of the few she trusted with this kind of thing. Batman, while good at heart, wasn’t great with the whole ‘tact’ thing at times.
Oracle came into the room with some tea for Zee and coffee for herself, “It’s a lot, I know,” Oracle said as she handed Zatanna her tea.
“I didn’t think those videos and rumors were real,” Zatanna said as she sipped her tea, “Do you think this means those videos of Diana and Green Lantern are real too?”
“Oh yeah. They’re real,” Oracle said.
“Wh-How can you be so casual about this?” Zatanna asked, shocked at Oracle’s blase attitude.
“Because it’s nothing to worry about Zee,” Oracle said, “It’ll all make sense soon,”
“What are…you…” Zatanna started, but she suddenly felt incredibly dizzy. She slumped into her chair as she passed out.
Zatanna groaned as she came back to consciousness. Her vision was blurry, but she could tell she was in front of some big computer screen.
“Mmph..Mphmmm,” Zatanna groaned into the gag in her mouth. She looked down at herself and saw that she was tied up to the chair she was sitting in. She struggled against her bonds, trying to find out anything loose enough to allow for her escape, but whoever tied her up knew what she was capable of and didn’t give her any room to use her skills.
“Ah, good, you’re awake,” a female voice said. Coming into view from the right hand side of the screen were two women Zatanna recognized, first was Roulette. Second was Barbara. Seeing her friend and ally alongside a woman who’s been their enemy made Zatanna confused and hurt.
“Don’t resist Zee,” Barabara said as she typed away at a laptop, “It’ll be over quicker that way,”
“Mmpph!” Zatanna snarled into her gag.
“She’s feisty,” Roulette noted.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be compliant soon,” Barbara explained.
“I’m not worried,” Roulette explained, “I’m just wondering if she’ll lose that feistiness when she’s under,” the woman said as she sauntered over to Zatanna and began brushing the magician’s hair. Zatanna glared at her.
“Maybe, knowing Zee she’ll still have some of it,” Barbara said, “It’s all ready to go,”
“Excellent,” Roulette said, standing between Zatanna and the screen, “Now, dear, you’re going to be quite the showstopper when we’re done with you,”
All Zatanna could do was glare daggers at the woman. If she wasn’t gagged she’d spit on Roulette for what she’s been doing. Roulette chuckled at Zatanna before moving aside, revealing the lit screen running a rough static. Zatanna knew a thing or three about brainwashing and hypnosis, mostly because it was one of the low points of her career, so she knew looking at the screen was what Roulette wanted. Zatanna closed her eyes and turned away as best as she could.
“Nah-uh-uh,” Roulette teased as she walked up behind Zatanna and forced her to look forward, “You need to keep looking Zee,”
“Mmmph!” Zatanna mumbled into her gag as Roulette forced her eyes open.
“That’s it, just watch the screen, sweetie,”
Zatanna tried to look away, keeping her eyes away from the screen. But it was always in the periphery of her vision. It kept drawing her back in, the hidden spiral inside the static along with the flashing words. She couldn’t make out what they said at first, but she knew if she kept looking they would be ingrained in her mind. Zatanna moved her jaw around, trying to loosen the gag so she could remove it.
As she focused on getting her gag removed, she gradually stopped trying to not look at the screen. The spiral and flashing words began to become clearer;
You are a Doll
Dolls love their Mistress
Dolls obey their Mistress
The words were reverberating in her brain, becoming more and more a part of her. Almost everything else was becoming foggy and distant. It was difficult to focus on getting her gag off. Her thoughts slowly turned from planning an escape and exposing Roulette and Oracle to how horny she was.
Obedience is Pleasure
Pleasure is Obedience
Zatanna pushed on the gag with her tongue and it fell out of her mouth. She was free. All she needed to do was say a spell and she’d be gone. She could tell everyone about what happened. The Roulette Room would be finished!
“Obedience is pleasure,” Zatanna droned. She had fully fallen into their influence a few minutes ago. Her mind was full of fog and malleable like clay for them.
“It seems like she’s ready for Phase 2,” Roulette said.
“Should she be another drone like Harley?” Barbara asked, “Or did you want something different?”
“I liked her shows, maybe make her like that,” Roulette said, caressing Zatanna’s chin, “Make her eager to show off and tease,”
“That should be easy,”
“Alright, Zatanna, can you hear me?” Roulette asked.
“Yes,” Zatanna droned.
“Whenever one of us tells you, ‘Put on a Show’ you will find yourself completely obedient to us, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,”
“Oooh, she’s eager,” Roulette smiled.
It didn’t take much longer for Zatanna’s new personality to be formed by the two of them. The foundation of it was already part of Zatanna’s normal persona. It wasn’t much longer before Zatanna was on her knees, eating Roulette’s pussy.
“Mmmph, she’s good,” Roulette moaned.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Zatanna smiled as she continued to lick Roulette’s pussy, “I could do something really fun with magic,”
“Really? Are you going to summon a phantom cock or something?” Barbara asked.
“No,” Zatanna said, “kniL rieht lasuora!”
Barbara moaned loudly as she felt a sudden wave of arousal. Zatanna giggled and continued licking Roulette’s pussy, making both women moan as the arousal became more intense with each lick.
“Fuck, that feels so good!” Barbara moaned, quickly removing her pants and touching herself.
“Oh my god!” Roulette groaned as she pushed Zatanna’s face deeper into her crotch, “Don’t you dare stop!”
Zatanna licked and sucked on Roulette’s cunt, eagerly listening to the two women moan. The more she pleasured Roulette the more she pleasured Barbara, and vice versa. It was a looping cascade of libido that made Zatanna wet and eager. It didn’t take long for both women to release orgasmic moans in their chairs, the mindless magician kept pleasuring Roulette as she sat there.
“Hmmm,” Roulette moaned as Zatanna kept eating her out, “People will be climbing over each other to get some of you,”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Zatanna said, “Can I cum now?”
“You may,”
“msagrO, won!” Zatanna said, casting the spell on herself. She shuddered and moaned as the magically induced orgasm shot through her body. It was a familiar sensation on lonely, sleepless nights, but it was always one of the best orgasms she ever had by herself. “msagrO, won. msagrO, won.” she repeated. Zatanna fell to the floor in a daze of orgasmic fever.
“Hmmm…Maybe we should stop her,” Barbara said, but didn’t move or say anything as Zatanna continued to get herself off via magic.
“Well, when she’s done, send her on her way,” Roulette said, getting up on shaky legs. Her knees were weak from the intensity of the orgasm Zatanna had provided her.
“msagrO, won. msagrO, won. msagrO, won.,” Zatanna repeated, unable to stop herself as she moaned and thrashed on the floor from her orgasms. Just being seen by Barbara and Roulette was spiking her arousal higher and higher, knowing they were watching her get off by herself. It elated her to show off like this as she passed out from the constant magical orgasms.
“Ugh,” Zatanna groaned as she woke up on the Clocktower’s couch. As she sat up, she didn’t even notice she was missing her panties and her cunt was still exposed.
“Morning, sunshine,” Oracle said, bringing Zatanna a cup of coffee.
“What happened last night?” Zatanna asked as she took the cup.
“You came here, thinking you saw Dinah whoring herself out,” Oracle stated rather bluntly, “But it was just some skank cosplaying as her,”
“Really? Shit,” Zatanna said as she took a drink from the cup. She had her legs spread, letting her pussy breathe. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
“Yeah, we wound up getting drunk about it,” Oracle explained.
“Sorry about that, guess I overreacted,” the magician said, “Thanks for letting me crash here,”
“No problem,” Oracle smiled as Zatanna stood up and began to leave, “Oh wait, you forgot something,”
Zatanna stopped and turned, wondering what she forgot. Oracle held a anal plug out for her. Zatanna froze, her brain stopping to process why Oracle thought it was hers. She could have sworn Oracle said something else, but she couldn’t hear it. Then her memory slid back into place, she always wore an anal plug, loving how she threw people for a loop when they saw she had one inside her.
“Right, sorry. My brain is so hazy lately,” Zatanna said, happily taking the plug. She lifted up a leg and slid it inside her asshole, groaning in pleasure as it filled her ass.
“It’s alright, I’ll see you later,” Oracle smiled.
“See ya!” Zatanna said, swaying her hips to show off her ass to Oracle as she left.