I never tried a Zatanna story before and this being my fourth attempt at a lucid contest entry, I understand why. Her costume changes frequently and I’ve appreciated most of the changes. Zatanna is one of the few characters that the Flushpoint crisis improved and I decided to abuse that character while retaining her original 1960’s ‘search for Zatara’ backstory. If you’ve stumbled onto this story and never read any my other things, I’ll remind you of certain ground rules. The story is on a free site and if you intend to post it somewhere, please keep it freely available. Most of the characters belong to someone else. I’m only borrowing them for entertainment and nothing here reflects any changes to Zatanna or any other character’s continuity. Offensive things occur, sex, forces sex, F/F some bondage and other unspeakable acts are possible(Fortunately this is a written communication so nobody can contest the unspeakable part). If you are not of legal age to read such material, if you’re easily offended, or if you think you’re one of the supporting characters and don’t appreciate the way you’re portrayed, please press your “Back” key now. Otherwise, please enjoy-oh and Happy New Year-considering the publication date! I appreciate any feedback and can be contacted at R_burrows@sbcglobal.net
Watching Zatanna during her stage act, one can’t help but notice the resemblance to the lead actress on the television sit-com New Girl. Both women are petite, big busted for their size, and possess notable bangs which highlight their dark hair. At this point, the similarity stops. Zatanna’s appearance includes a number of Goth-like aspects, dark make-up, incomplete fishnet sleeves and stockings with garters clearly visible to any observer, and dark make up that masks her naturally pale complexion. The act moves quickly and is a fan favorite during the annual two week stop in Las Vegas. The opening features her on stage assistant, Leila Quinn, who delivers a lecture on the dangers of magic and trying to recreate any of the stunts at home or without the supervision of properly trained personnel. Then a puff of smoke and Zatanna emerges in full Goth attire. Before she can perform her first feat, cast members dressed as well known super villains appear and place her in strict confinement. Then she is placed in jeopardy. People who’ve witnessed her performances agree that she never is subjected to the same peril twice. Sometimes, the actors toss her in with carnivorous animals, sometimes she is placed in containers and dumped in conveniently large water containers. Without fail, Zatanna appears as soon as the audience loses faith in her ability to escape. She performs a series of magic feats, some spectacular and some as mundane as pulling rabbits out of her top hat. Audience participation is encouraged frequently. The show concludes with a final death defying escape and a long sequence of bows after the impossible escape occurs. Zatanna’s act starts on time and ninety minutes later it concludes without any exception, allowing her loyal fans the ability to keep dinner reservations or other appointments.
We join our story as the magician relaxes after the end of her last show in her current Las Vegas tour. Zatanna brought the house down as usual. When the last death trap is presented, she never quite escapes from the predicament. The first time it happened, she was summoned to a Justice League mission and couldn’t come back. The resulting publicity and the continuous coverage provided by printed media and on-line sites was priceless. Zatanna performed her stage show simply to keep her skills sharp. She also tested new spells and illusions and practiced the escape skills Batman taught her every year during a weeklong retreat in Superman’s fortress of Solitude. Her parents left her independently wealthy and the two weeks in Vegas allowed her to make enough money to limit her tours to ten weeks every year. Her fifteen person crew was well paid and Zatanna was able to contribute nearly fifty percent of her gate to local charities. She toured in the cities that were home base to the Justice Leaguers who helped her locate her father and she contributed to their pet causes as a way to thank them for their help.
Zatanna reclined in a full bubble bath, soaking away the aches and pains and mentally preparing for the worst part of every year, the post tour inventory, maintenance and storage processes. She relied on the props required in her performances and her father insisted on constant upkeep when he performed. She refused to use her magical abilities because her parents warned her against over reliance on those talents. Traditionally, the stagehands gathered and helped her. She looked forward to meeting her coworkers in the morning at her warehouse on the outskirts of the burgeoning Nevada metropolis and they looked forward to the huge season ending bonus checks.
The door to her dressing room opened slowly and she prepared to defend herself until she saw Leila enter by herself. She eased back and waited for whatever her Emcee had to say to her.
“I received a note from AMPA for you a few minutes ago,” Leila said.
“What’s AMPA?” Zatanna asked lazily.
“American Magical Performers Association, boss.’ Leila replied. “They want to present an award to you two weeks from tonight.”
“What sort of award?” Zatanna asked.
“They want to name you performer of the year and give you a trophy of some sort. There is some sort of banquet and the promise of a large donation to a retired magician’s home in Los Angeles.”
“How large?” Zatanna asked.
“The number is mind boggling. A lot of retired magicians will eat better if you take the time to have a meal and say a few words.”
Zatanna yawned as the soothing bath worked its magic on her. “You seem to have a strong opinion on this. Might I assume you already accepted on my behalf?”
Leila blushed. Her boss knew her too well. She nodded silently and waited for some sort of verbal explosion. Instead, Zatanna stood up from her bath and beckoned for the towel laying across the back of her chair. Leila hurried to get the towel and handed it to the soap covered woman.
“I won’t make a liar out of you Leila,” Zatanna said as she accepted the towel. “Where is the banquet?”
“They reserved the new banquet hall at the end of the strip, the one in the Greek themed hotel-casino that opened six months ago.”
“At least I don’t need to travel,” Zatanna said and sighed. She toweled herself dry after she stepped out of the tub and tossed the wet towel to Leila. As she walked naked to the closet, Leila marveled at the perfect tone her boss’s body had. Zatanna selected a racy white camisole and slipped it over her head and tugged it into place allowing her tight garment to display her trim figure and the cup support pushed her bosom forward. The gee-string underwear that she put on next was concealed by a very short purple skirt. She took a while to tug her trademark fishnets in place on her shapely legs and pulled her favorite fishnet sleeves over her arms. After brushing her hair and applying her usual makeup, she was set to go.
The first stop at a local tattoo parlor lasted sixty minutes. Zatanna began treating her regular show crew to a season ending tattoo eleven years earlier. They started choosing each other’s ink five years earlier and the process morphed into a party three years ago. The raucous ‘draft’ of who would select another person’s new tattoo built the group into a cohesive team. Combined with the high salaries Zatanna paid, the custom kept her crew intact and reduced training expenses. The next stop was dinner. After dinner, the core members split into pairs and spent the remainder of the evening entertaining themselves in whatever fashion they preferred.
When Zatana woke the next morning, she gently peeled Zeke’s arm off of her torso and slipped into comfortable jeans and a well worn peasant blouse. She trundled to the kitchen and prepared omelets, bacon, and sausage for breakfast. The aroma brought the bulky stage engineer into the kitchen just as she placed the dishes on the table.
“You’re still amazing,” Zeke mumbled as he selected the larger omelet, several slices of bacon and three links. Zatanna helped herself to the other omelet and some sausage. Zeke stared at her hopefully.
“You ever going to change your mind about our arrangement?” he asked. Zatanna’s radiant smile warned Zeke about the answer he would receive.
“I’m happy with our current thing,” she replied. “Until I resolve some issues from my time with the Justice League, I wouldn’t be able to devote enough of myself to you. Besides, I’m not legally divorced from Constantine yet and he is one hard man to drag into court.”
“Okay,” Zeke replied. He began to fill his mouth and as he ate, he decided that a satisfying roll in the hay and a good breakfast wasn’t a bad fringe benefit. The duo ate like married people, not speaking to each other until the meal ended. Zatanna gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Tell the others I’ll be in by eleven AM,” she instructed as Zeke left. For the next ten days, Zatanna and her stage crew worked on the season ending tasks. When they packed the last box, Zatanna wished them a restful off season and reminded them to be back in nine months to help prepare for the next tour. Leila asked her what she intended to wear to the AMPA ceremony and Zatanna groaned in response.
“I set my mind on a nice quiet night at home tomorrow,” she confessed. “Did they tell you what sort of dress code this soiree has?”
“I’ll make a call tomorrow and let you know,” Leila replied. Once her employees left, Zatanna locked the doors and placed a protective spell on the storage unit.
The next evening, Zatanna waited for the chauffeur to open the door and she exited elegantly on to the red carpet which led to the entry. The Hotel was lit brightly but the crowd Zatanna feared was missing. A representative of the AMPA her eyes to adjust before greeting her.
“Ms Zatara, thank you for agreeing to be our guest of honor tonight.” The olive skinned man said to her. “May I escort you to the banquet?”
Zatanna slid her arm in his and they made their way through a maze of halls stopping when they reached a medium sized banquet room. The doors opened as they approached but there was no doorman. She thought it was a neat effect and the couple marched into the room. She was shown to the dais at the front of the room and seated next to the small podium. The seating was minimal, less than twenty seats for guests, along with six seats on the dais.
‘No problem with stage fright,’ Zatanna thought as her chair was held for her and she seated herself. The small din from the gathered crowd stopped and everyone else in the room took a chair. She didn’t recognize anyone else in the room. She thought she knew every other Homo-Magi operative and then she considered that this might be a group of non-powered slight of hand performers. The man seated on the other side of the podium stood and made brief welcoming remarks before wait staff brought the soup to the assembled diners. Each succeeding course arrived timely, not too quickly nor too slow and the meal was finished around an hour after it commenced. The speaker took his place behind the podium and made a formal welcoming speech. Then he introduced Zatanna as the AMPA person of the year. She straightened her feminized tuxedo and hat and rose from her seat. The Emcee handed her a large engraved loving cup. As her hand closed around the cup, her body became rigid. . She stiffened and teetered but before she could fall, the other two diners on her side of the dais stood behind her and caught her. Zatanna tried to speak but only garbled nonsense emerged from her throat.
“Relax honored guest,” the Emcee said and then his face shimmered. Even though she couldn’t control her body, she sensed similar magical activity around the other guests in the room. Despite their earlier appearance, they were now revealed as eighteen of her foes. Most possessed magical powers and all of them held a grudge against the paralyzed heroine.
“Your award, which I want to state is well deserved, comes with special side effects.” The Emcee said. He no longer resembled an elderly man. Instead she recognized him as the Great Satani. The last time she’d faced him, he tried to sacrifice the population of the city of Glendale to open a trans dimensional passage for several demons he worshipped. “Until you are released from the spell, you will be available to your gathered friends to be used as they see fit. Every part of your body works, except you can’t make any of it function. Many of these fans would like nothing more than to destroy you. The only rule is that everybody gets to use you once before any permanent changes can be inflicted on you. Only two people in this room know how to release you from the spell. We will commence to draw numbers go see who has the opportunity to abuse you first.”
Satani banged his hand on the podium and the assemblage quieted. A bucket was brought forward and Satani reached in and extracted a chip. “Thirteen.” He announced, and Urthlo the ugly rose from his chair. He showed Satani a matching chip and after surrendering his winning piece, he picked Zatanna’s limp form up and carried her in a fireman carry out of the main room and into a private room. Her top hat fell off but Urthlo was in a rush and didn’t stop to retrieve it. She grimaced because it was a favorite hat and she didn’t know if she’d ever get it back.
The new room was filled with uncomfortable looking bondage devices. Multiple shackles dangled from the ceiling and some were imbedded in the floor. Spreader bars, single mitts, arm and leg braces, dildos, thick and thin belts, and many other uncomfortable toys were spread out on three tables. Cameras were mounted at each upper corner of the room and Zatanna realized her debasement was being recorded. Urthlo deposited her on the bed and pulled her heels roughly off her feet. He flipped her on her face, pulled her tuxedo tails up off of her rear and loosened her skirt. Urthlo shimmied the skirt down her hips and threw it into the nearest corner. He moved quickly and Zatanna theorized that each of her abusers must have a time limit. She knew half of them by name and she wondered how she would track down the others when she inevitably escaped. She might be helpless now, but she would recover, escape and then she would take revenge on her assailants. At the moment, she helplessly felt her legs separate as Urthlo pulled her knees apart and dropped onto his own placing his face at her pussy.
“You’ll like this,” the bald overweight man said.”I first heard of it watching a comedian on cable TV.”
He bent forward and before touching her said “A”. His tongue licked her pink skin inside her folds and a shiver of electricity shot through her. “B” he said and licked in a different pattern.
‘Crap,’ Zatanna thought, ”Does this creep intend to lick every letter?”
In fact, that was exactly the plan Urthlo had. As he busied his tongue, Zatanna felt the moisture collecting. Urthlo paused between P and Q to wipe her dry and then he proceeded through the remaining letters. “X” Urthlo said before pushing his tongue deep into her moist folds. She wanted to scream but was helpless to do anything beyond mindless gurgling.
In the main room, her other captors were tooasting her defeat and watching Urthlo’s progress. The Yellow Magician won the second spot and he sat closest to the screen instructing Urthlo to leave something for him. The Great Satani spoke in a whisper to Evila a sorceress with whom he sometimes partnered.
“As long as nobody speaks her name, she remains helpless.” Satani said. He drew number twenty and was a bit annoyed. Fortunately Mad Michaelangello provided everyone with a spell designed to protect them from any sex based diseases. As a precaution, the spell prevented any of the group from accidentally using her name. Zatanna was in a foolproof trap.
Lipknot, one of the plotters who no longer possessed a capacity for sexual performance had the dubious pleasure of cleaning Zatanna at the end of every thirty minute session. The Great Satani intended this as compensation for his inability to otherwise enjoy their helpless guest. At six AM when everyone finished their twenty five minutes of abusing the raven haired captive, Evila would announce the name of Zatanna’s new master. As she was used and abused, the film was streamed and bids for her servitude were being accepted. The current high bid was four million Euros and it promised to elevate as her body was used. Back in the torture chamber, Urthlo mumbled “Y” and his tongue caressed her clit for the twentieth time. (The man had bad aim and missed a lot.) Then he spoke again.
“Z”
Which Zatanna heard as her most familiar nickname among her fellow heroes and heroines. The spell evaporated as Urthlo imitated Zorro. His face was covered with female love juices and he had a dumb smile on his face as he emerged from Zatanna’s over stimulated entry.
“.Emit ezeerf rof enoyreve ni siht aera .saremac dniwer neetfif sdnoces dna ezeerf” She pondered her situation. Urthlo rushed to remove her skirt and thong but hadn’t bothered to strip off her top. He must be under some time limit. The trap caught her unprepared Her magic required preparation and she lacked a sure fire spell to capture all twenty of the magicians in the room. She wanted these people to pay and there was only one way to insure that they all received proper justice. She needed to mark these criminals and then confine them until a proper judgment could be rendered. She had to endure each of their cruel assaults so she could mark them and then she could capture them. She placed a spell on herself to immunize her body against disease or pregnancy. Then she took Urthlo’s left hand and placed it on her breast. She cast a spell that she’d used many times and was completely confident in to place an internal marker on the unsuspecting lout. Then she positioned himself as he was after he finished his assault and unfroze the villains and the cameras.
Mad Michaelangello worked her body with a series of increasingly thick stuffers and she enjoyed the sexual explosion as much as she enjoyed marking her second assailant. A thin Spanish man finished undressing her and performed a massage on her breasts that was thorough and intensely orgasmic. She nearly responded verbally before remembering the important part of her plan. After he stopped, she marked him like his cohorts. She endured Evila’s invasion of her body with a double headed dildo, The Magnificent Max shaving her pubic mound and applying a tremendously arousing white compound to her bald mound, and a number of bindings and whippings. At the conclusion of each attack, she repeated the time freezing spell, marked her attacker, and lay prone waiting for her next sex fiend. Although she didn’t know it, the man who entered the room was the nineteenth of the twenty people in the room. He looked at her as she lay on her side, her mouth stuffed with a red ball gag and sporting a leather choker collar that was nearly too tight. This was another creep she couldn’t identify. Most of her assailants were people or entities she knew by name or remembered by appearance. This was only the second completely unfamiliar man to enter the room. He removed the ball gag, smoother her hair away from her eyes and lay her flat on her back. She didn’t resist as he pulled her arms to the headboard of the bed and attached her wrists to the shackles which were permanently attached. He took his time spreading her legs and chaining them. As he confined her ankles, he spread her legs as wide as he could and he forced a thick pillow under her butt, elevating her bald pussy to an easier accessible height. He climbed onto the bed and unfastened his pants. He pulled them down and displayed the biggest cock she’d seen during her ordeal.
‘Maybe I should avoid this natural tamer’ she thought as his pulsing member was positioned at her entry. The man smiled at her and said, “You don’t need to play possum with me. I know you were free from the spell and that you are preparing to capture each of these perverts. I will not be confined by you. Actually, I don’t think your century has any practical mechanism to hold me. One of my associates who you may know as the Super villain Abra Kadabra spends a lot of time in this century contending with a man named Allen. In my home century, I am a jailer and I took the time to learn about his adventures in this prehistoric era. There are many excellent looking women here. In my time, they all wear a similar unitard, have no noticeable female traits, and are as exciting as paint drying slowly.”
“You don’t seem to be in any hurry,” Zatanna observed.
“Oh yes, the thirty minute limit,” he replied. “An ingenious method to share the spoils before selling you for profit. Someone in the Middle East just bid twenty nine million dollars for you. I’m getting quite a discount.”
“They intend to sell me?” She asked in a squeaky tone. Her throat was dry after all the sex she endured and she realized she needed a drink before she faced her enemies/
“After the Great Satani widens your entry a bit on that exercycle over there, he’ll carry you back to the main room and Evila will announce the name of your new master. I assume that you’ll escape at that point, return with those special nipple rings and round up the lot. Of course, the only way to maintain their imprisoned state is for you to wear the rings until you can find the proper body to render judgment. Our incomplete records indicate you will be wearing your new jewelry for eighteen months…or maybe it was years. The records are fragile after such a long passage of time and of no importance to anyone and therefore a little hard to interpret. I’m not going to be one of your captives. You will only remember nineteen enemies and you will capture them. They deserve what they get. You deserve vengeance but I wonder if you didn’t cooperate in your own debasement. You could have escaped much earlier and avoided future problems with a small amount of awareness.”
The words stung Zatanna. She pulled at her shackles but they held her fast. The future man sawed at the top of her lips with his gigantic member and she was already responding in a needy fashion.
“I took a moment to upgrade the spell and make you very horny tonight. Those clods aren’t aware of my contribution. I have no fear of ever meeting them again. After we finish, I will visit a select few of your big breasted associates and enjoy their charms. You will capture your assailants and carry on with your career. Sadly, you will have no conscious memory of our encounter or any need to warn your friends.”
“You must have talked for twenty minutes,” Zatanna said as she continued to fight her bondage. “Won’t my next ‘lover’ be coming in here to take his or her turn?”
“I’s been 5:07 AM since I finished chaining you. I’m going to enjoy everything you’ve got. They are watching what I told them I would do to you and enjoying your whipping. I’ll provide your stripes after I’m done with you”.
He plunged into her and she squealed at the large invader as he pushed in her as far as he could. Zatanna felt the combination of pleasure and pain as she rode the thick member to a pair of mind blowing orgasms. After all the sexual attention she endured, she was surprised at the quality of her latest climax. Strangely she found herself wanting more. Her lover disengaged and released her from the shackles. She lay prone on the bed barely able to muster enough strength to rub her sore wrists.
“Flip over,’ the man instructed and she turned onto her belly. She watched in the mirror on the headboard as the man held a strange device above her back and passed it from her shoulders to the lower portion of her read end. He stopped, she heard a loud click and then she saw a piece of paper float past her head and land on the pillow in front of her. She looked at her back and saw what appeared to be red gashes along her spinal column and a hint of bleeding.
“If it means anything to you, you grunted up a storm,” he commented. “Too bad you can’t move a muscle or speak. Your screams might have brought help. Oh well, time for me to join your enemies for a moment. The Great Satani is truly creative. Wait until he’s done before you use your magic. One more fuck should exhaust the aphrodisiac you ate at dinner. You’ll want a clear head to perform your last trick.”
The door slammed and Zatanna remained face down. She assumed he would have left her in that position after administering a whipping. The Great Satani was in the room and hovering over her within moments.
“This will not do at all,” he muttered as he inspected her body. He performed an incantation and she felt her back feel better. Then he lifter her under her arms and lugged her to the exer-cycle she’d seen earlier. He lifted her until her waist was over the seat and he positioned her over a large phallus. She resisted the urge to escape and found herself on the thick rubber pole. Throm the device was on a low vibrating cycle from the start. Satani used thin chains to hold her upright and allow the phallus to work on her. Before long, female juices leaked onto the lower portion of the phallus onto the seat and Satani smiled.
“The last bid before I started playing with you was eight and a half million dollars. You not only provided a good nigt of entertainment, but the DVDs and your sale price will make my friends and I rich. If I didn’t hate you, I would thank you. Now we need to finish the award ceremony and finalize your sale.”
As Satani bent to adjust his costume, Zatanna uttered the word “ezeerF”. She marked the Great Satani and then she considered the DVD problem. Zatanna started focusing on the DVD problem when her previous partner told her what was happening. Her plan was already in place and she waited until her final abasement before casting a silent spell. The entire recording of her captivity vanished and in its place were a number of really bad Looney Tunes. The Great Satani pushed the wheel chair carrying Zatanna back into the dining area. Her captors stood and applauded. She colored as the din receded and made no effort to resist the red rubberized ball gag that the Great Satani jammed in her mouth. He secured the strap that rendered her unable to speak and then he looked at Evilla.
“My dear, would you please reveal the winning bid for our guest?” the Great Satani asked.
“Our lovely guest better have a spell for sun screen,” Evilla said as she teased the assemblage. “A sheik in some backwater country near the Emirates bid fifteen million dollars at the last moment. His representative will arrive in a half hour to collect his latest harem girl.”
The applause filled the auditorium and everyone began planning how to use their three quarters of a million dollars. Zatanna looked at the group and squeezed the two rings she held in her hands tightly. She teleported home after she froze the Great Satani and retrieved the magical artifacts. She kept them in her balled hands and waited for the correct time to spring her trap. She counted the group and found nineteen people present.
‘I swore I saw twenty people at the start of the meal’ she thought to herself. She recounted and decided nobody would leave before collecting their share.
The Great Satani worked his way through the back slapping crowd of co conspirators until he reached Evilla.
He whispered to her “Is the containment spell ready?”
Evilla replied affirmatively. Satisified, Satani called out to Urthlo.
“Baldie, who did you fuck tonight?”
“You know it was Zatanna,” replied the slow witted magician. “She’s sitting right….”
He stopped in mid sentence as the crowd realized Zatanna no longer reclined in the wheelchair. She moved to the dais and hopped on the long table. She was quite an erotic sight since she had no clothing on other than her ball gag. The crowd was perplexed and each waited for another to make the first move. Zatanna held the two rings out and showed them to the audience. They were curious as to the purpose of the tiny silver rings. Then Zatanna brought the rings together full force. Slamming them into one another before spreading her arms and holding the rings where everybody could see them. The magicians standing at the front shrank and were sucked into the tiny rings. Everyone who saw the rings was pulled towards the small circular objects. One by one the nineteen magicians were absorbed into the rings.
’That’s done,’ Zatanna thought. ‘Now for the unappealing part of this plan.’ She opened the sharp pins attached at one side of each of the rings. She pierced her nipples with the pins and closed the tiny clasps. The rings were a remanant of a long extinct society and could hold several million beings comfortably. The only shortcoming was that they needed to be in constant contact with a temperature of ninety seven degrees or above. Until, Zatanna could locate a proper tribunal, she would wear the new jewelry. She undid the ball gag and searched the room for her costume. Most of it was lost. All she found was her top hat and she put it on. She stood in front of a full length mirror and studied herself. Her hips were still shapely, her pert breasts and sexy shoulders survived the evenings escapades well enough.
“I better make sure Constantine never learns of this debacle or I’ll never hear the end of it.” Then she vanished, just as a cadre of mean looking Arabs entered the room carrying four satchels and a large body bag.
Epilogue.
As a member of the Justice League reserve, Zatanna needed to record her latest adventure. She completed a heavily sanitized version of her exploits and provided descriptions of her assailants. When her close friend the Batman reviewed the file, he called her to inquire why she listed the villains as a low future threat. Her tone convinced him to drop the matter.
A week after her adventure, she was enjoying a snack while laying on her couch in front of her giant plasma television and watching CNN when the story broke that a large retailer issued a recall of all of it’s cartoon DVDs. Too many customers returned their copies complaining about the content. Zatanna giggled a bit. She was aware of the immutable law of magic that didn’t allow anything to vanish. When something disappeared, it went somewhere and her recorded exploits exchanged places with kiddie entertainment. She hoped the bad DVds would be destroyed by normal means and that no one would recognize her.
Two stories later, the sudden death of millionaire Leslie Arthur was featured. Arthur’s dismembered corpse was discovered when police responded to a 911 call. Among his activities, the news service listed a large interest in adult film distribution. Strangely, the perpetrators remained on the scene as if compelled by unexplained forces. The reported stated that several high placed clients ordered the hit after receiving cartoons in the place of adult tapes.
Zatanna reached up and felt the warm rings that dangled from her nipples. Thank goodness Urthlo was so stupid. She finished her wine and shut the television off. She went to her library to continue researching the proper authority to judge her prisoners. It appeared that everybody involved in the plot was dealt with, yet we should remember that a big part of magic is optical illusion.
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