There was just something about the roar of the crowd followed by the adulation and the thunderous applause. It was good. Better than any high. Almost as good as saving the world itself was that raw jolt of adrenalin that came from taking that final bow before that adoring audience.
Even as the curtain closed for the final time Zatana found herself rooted in joyously place... center stage... basking in the moment. Wishing with all her heart that she could freeze this moment of time and savor it for longer.
"Zee? Done now. Show is over, so it is safe to leave the stage. Go go time."
"Yes Mom." The statuesque brunette playfully groused to her tomboyish blonde stage manager as she finally turned to head offstage.
"And don't forget to clean up your mess!"
Zatana waved back over her shoulder and smiled. "That's what I have you for Micky."
The blonde took off her customary baseball cap just long enough to wipe her forehead dry and sighed. "That's what I love about this gig. The fame. The glamor. The high pay... oh, wait! That only happens in my fun sleepy dream time - unfortunately this is my dull and drab wakey wake time.
Closing her dressing room door, Zatana easily balances on the spiked heels of her black leather, over the knee boots. Stretching those long legs wide, and then wider while also spreading her arms out far as she can reach. Slowly she sways from side to side in an effort at pulling out the kinks from her lovely body. Rolling head and shoulders aids in working out some of the nervous tension caused by dealing with what had started off as a rather dull and inattentive audience. A smile forming as she savored how she won them over, receiving as her reward loud cheers and roars of applause.
Then she senses that she's being watched.
"Okay... What? Don't give me that look. You should be used to it by now."
Crossing the room her nimble fingers start to work the latch on a cage door. "No use struggling... just come out of there Killer." The trapped creature simply stared at her. It's breathing had been rapidly increasing as she approached. "You should be used to this by now," the beautiful sorceress said while pulling the large white rabbit out as gently as possible from his steel frame of a home. "I've Zapped you 'magically' off of the stage at least a hundred times before..."
Now that she had both hands wrapped around the cute ball of fluff, Zatana could feel that his heart was pounding wildly. Acting as if he was in the middle of a panic attack. "Killer" wasn't far from having himself a bunny coronary.
Zatana's eyes narrowed as she first examined her furry friend, then her gaze shifted as she quickly swept the room, hunting for any sign of danger.
Or attack.
Finally her eyes fell upon a small green stone sitting inside Killer's cage.
Tucking the rabbit against her ample bosom hoping the close contact would aid in calming her furry pet, her free fingers reached for the little bit of rock. Zatana could "feel" the evil radiating from it long before being able to actually touch the deceptively simple stone. Quickly she pulled her hand back. Now it was her turn to have a spike in her pulse.
"I see what you mean. Sorry about that buddy! Not sure I would want to be spending any time around it either." Zatana gently lowered the bunny to the floor. Once freed from her grasp he quickly bolted as far away from his cage as the confines of the dressing room allowed.
Zatana just stared at the innocent looking green pebble for a few, long moments. Her mind racing to find some memory or past experience that might explain it's purpose. Or reason for the anxiety it caused. With nothing coming to mind she just shrugged her pretty shoulders - giving a nice bit of jiggle to her firm young breasts - then she reached for the stone one more time.
After all, how much damage could such a little thing cause?
The instant her fingertip made contact a voice exploded inside her skull - "Hold this in your palm! You'll know what to do. If not, this one will pay dearly!"
A vision filled the sorceress’s mind. It was of Batgirl. Only the lovely redhead was in any focus to be seen. The purple clad beauty seemed to be surrounded by mist or fog. The gallant crime fighter was turning her head constantly from side to side... looking in vain for something she knew was there, but couldn't be seen... she moved herself in careful circles as if prepared for immanent attack...
"WOW!" gasped the shapely magician.
Just a quickly the voice and images evaporated from her head. Blinking several times, Zatana then noticed she was cradling the finger she had touched the stone with, holding it down as deeply down between her generous breasts as what her tux shirt would allow her to reach. Realizing that the vision had passed, that there was no danger there in the room with her, she eased her hand away. The single fingertip still felt as if it had been electrically shocked as Zatana unconsciously wiped beads of sweat from her forehead.
Slowly standing up, Zatana slipped her tuxedo jacket back on and set her top hat in place with a tap of her long fingernails at the front brim. Then she reached for the stone once more.
"I don't know if this is a call for help or if it's a trap, but Batgirl was looking mighty worried. Which means a lot. She never looks worried."
Half expecting being hit with another electrical jolt Zatana was surprised when nothing at all happened as her finger again made contact with the stone. Nor did anything happen when she closed her slender fingers around the mysterious rock.
"!EM DADL"
With just a tiny "pop" of sound she was gone.
Just as Micky knocked and opened the dressing room door. "Hey Zee? What time to you want to call for rehearsal... huh?" First her head spun around as she saw Killer racing like a blur from the room, then Micky discovered that she was only talking to herself. Quickly taking note that the room was otherwise empty.
"God but I hate when she does that! Probability off having fun. He's probably too good looking or rich for her. Dammit! Why always her... never me? Other that that skilled at magic and being incredibly beautiful thing. Killer! You better get your furry little butt back here before I count to three. Otherwise it isn't going to be any top hat that I'll shoving you into!" she shouted while slamming the door behind her.
The magic spell "popped" Zatana into a rather strange place. Much as with the vision of Batgirl she'd just encountered, this room appeared to have no walls. It was simply an area surrounded by constantly flowing mist... or some kind of an orderless smoke. However the items Zatana could see sent a chill racing down her spine. A large wooden table sat in the center of the room. It was covered with various ancient books and scrolls, most of which had been written in languages not spoken by man for ages.
If ever at all!
Surrounding the table were antique shelf units filled with vials, jars and bottles. Several holding contents of which that Zatana didn't want to even give thought to - and dearly wishing she had never hadn't seen at atll. Feeling a sense of dread, she notices her hands had gone cold and clammy.
"All the makings of a happy home," she muttered sullenly. "If you happen to be a wizard... or Felix..."
"Faust at your service. I am so glad you accepted your invitation."
He seemed simply to appear. Melting out from the swirling fog that hid the rest of the room from sight. If there was anymore actual room existing there at all. Had he been standing there, hidden... watching her all this time? Although slightly bend from age, the grizzled old man was still easily as tall as Zatana, and that was taking into account the spiked heels of her boots.
"How nice of you to come. I'd offer you a seat, but I don't believe you'll be staying long."
"My, but doesn't that sound ominous?" Zatana asked, hopefully sounding braver than she felt. "Why leave so soon when you went to so much effort to bring me here?"
"Most of all, my dear, because I think that you're about to become very busy," the ancient conjuror said as if explaining a simple lesson to a most non attentive child. "It is a simple task. Gods know I wouldn't want to overly burden you. But it is one I'm sure you'll want to complete quickly."
"Hum... thinking of reasons why I would want to do anything for you. Give me a sec," Zatana was tapping one boot heel as if the clicking of seconds passing on a clock. "With the exception of turning you over to authorities for all of your various crimes against humanity. Nope... otherwise coming up dry on that one. Do you want to just surrender to me now?"
Not nearly the response or tone of voice Faust had expected, his eyes narrowed into an ugly glare.
"I'm sure that you remember your friend. But just in case you've forgotten..." Making a sweeping circular gesture with one hand, an illusion featuring the image of Batgirl appeared floating between the two magicians. This time Batgirl was crouched down to one knee, still wearing a look of worry and concern as her eyes studied the swilling fog around her.
This time the ancient magi twirled only one finger around as a gesture. "Just as I am sure you are familiar with these little pets..."
This new image was suspended with it's back to Zatana as it floated, drifting about slowly in space. The skin color was a greenish-gray and it didn't seem too much larger than Zatana's bunny, Killer. Maybe around sixteen or eighteen inches tall were it to stand up from it sitting crouch. As the illusion slowly began to spin around, it was easier to see the pointed shape of it's ears and the widely shaped mouth filled with many teeth that were sharp or broken jagged.
Frustrated by being treated as if she were some beginning student, "Of course I've seen an imp before... Oh MY!" The little creature was now turned so they were face to face - only the disgusting little creature was displaying an erection that any porn star would be proud of.
It was grinning with anticipation as the dripping tip of it's cock was pointing right at her!
Suddenly acting as if something had slipped his mind, "Before I forget," Faust made one more swift gesture and a glowing band of mystical energy formed to circle around Zatana face.
Sealing her mouth shut!
"My apologies but I hate interruptions." His eyes narrowing into a menacing glare, "or stupid heroics from equally stupid heroines."
Zatana did not waste the effort of reaching up to touch or attempt removal of the silencing spell. In the time it would take to free herself, she was sure that Felix could hit her with something far worse. She simply shot him a "get on with it!" glare.
"Good. Now that I have your undivided attention, let's talk about what you are going to do for me. I need Wonder Woman's lasso. And you will bring it to me. Pretty easy, don't you think?"
Crossing arms over her amply delectable bosom, Zatana cocked her head. All of her body language shouting at him "Really? Okay, now what is it that you really want? Bring you the contents of Fort Knox also?"
"You'll also want to do it very quickly for me. I'm afraid my little pets have been worked up into quite a state of excitement. No doubt part of this may be because of something I may have given them. For several weeks now. Think of some tasty little treats that act along the line of a demon strength Viagra." With a sickeningly evil smile, Faust used both hands as he "drew" out a series of mystic symbols in the air. The chilling silence in the room was broken by a machine gun like series of popping sounds. After each "pop" a cage appeared somewhere in the room. The cages varied in size, each to accommodate the imp that was trapped inside. Several of the sickening creatures were the same size as the one Zatana was first shown...
Zatana's eyes widened with terror as she counted at least three of the creatures where as tall - or taller - as herself. Each of them were sporting monstrously huge erections!
There had to be at least twenty of the sex charged demons in all.
Horrified at the thought of the damage those oversized cocks would cause, Zatana did not even notice as Faust went through a new set of flourishes. Items looking (with a stretch of the imagination) like Hourglasses now began to appear on top of each cage.
"Notice that each of these beautifully designed items is different" Faust's face broke into a chilling smile as he explained. "Think of them working as timers. Each one will work like a fuse. When the final grain of sand falls through, it's occupant will be freed to join with Batgirl to indulge itself for some fun and games. Unfortunately not even I cannot remember which fuse runs at what speed. Perhaps it could make for a great new betting game in Las Vegas."
"Perhaps Batgirl will be lucky and it will only be a couple of the smaller ones that will be released to play with her first. Trust me, once they get started... they won't want to stop playing. Under normal circumstances imps rarely get a chance for such a succulent treat. And you must admit that this far from a normal situation. Did you know that an average imp can copulate for days at a time? Between what I have been feeding them, along with some spells I've been adding here and there... all of it seems to build upon increasing their natural impulses and urges... I'm afraid poor Batgirl could be in for a very long and painful... what to they call it?" Faust tapped a long finer nail several times on his forehead, all for show. "Oh yes! I think it's called a gang bang. Right?
"
Still showing his death grin smile, Felix pointed Zatana's attention towards one of the larger imps. Possibly sensing what was to follow, or just as a sign of how much he enjoyed the looking at the sight of Zatana's impossibly long legs... or magnificently thrusting chest... this man sized imp was using both clawed hands to stroke himself to a full erection. The Mistress of Magic couldn't help but shutter as she watched the monstrous cock grow... and grow. Just one full thrust of that monstrous length would split a woman apart.
"Batgirl is great," Zatana thought. "But there's no way she could ever hope to protect herself against even one of these foul creatures while it was caught up in a sexual frenzy. Each one with sharp claws, pointed teeth and... Zatana shivered at the thought of so many huge erections thrusting away at soft female flesh.
Zatana turned pleading eyes to Faust. In return she saw no mercy in his face.
"I believe you understand your mission and I even believe you understand why you should accomplish it as quickly as possible," the old man taunted. "Now comes where we begin to negotiate."
Completely confused, Zatana now really wished she could speak. Negotiate what?
"A head start is what I am offering. All you need do is pull down those cute shorts of yours, along with those world famous fishnets, and willingly offer up to me what is hiding between those delicious butt cheeks."
Shock and disgust painted her face as Zatana fell into a defensive stance, fingers ready to gesture... before she remembered she was powerless to speak any spells. Instead she flashed the ancient magician her answer with the internationally recognized symbol - the extension of both middle fingers.
Rising a chuckle from Faust that sounded like skeletal bones trying to escape from a tomb. "That's too bad. I was willing to give you a five hour head start in return for such a small request. So how about a nice bit of stabbing in your pink instead?"
Standing in a power stance with fist resting on her hips, Zatana was all but daring him to try. The look on her face all but screaming "let's be serious now!"
"I'll take that as a no then. Hummm... well, that was my two hour offer for you," he cackled, the resulting noise sounding like two grave stones being rubbed slowly together. "My I remind you that both Batgirl and yourself are now quickly running out of time. So unless you really want to set a challenge for yourself to test how wonderfully great you are, Oh Mistress of Escapes heh, heh,... or maybe you're really just a kinky little thing and would prefer to wait. I could come up some chairs and together we can watch as my pets provide us with some most inventive entertainment. All at Batgirl's expense, of course. Otherwise I suggest you stop wasting all of our time and get yourself bent over that table!"
Wishing that she could perform the type of magic required to actually allow her to throw daggers from her eyes, Zatana reluctantly turned around. Unable to prevent herself from showing a moment of theatricality, Zatana makes a sweeping blur in the removal of her jacket which she effortlessly tosses across the room to land hanging perfectly on the backrest of a high chair. Quickly followed by her top hat.
Sounds of slow clapping broke the silence. "I can only hope that the rest of your performance will be as good. Please - continue."
Thumbs were already hooked in the sides of her black satin shorts. Zatana was happy that now with her body turned away from the filthy bastard, that he wouldn't be able to see the humiliation showing so brightly red on her face. One quick pull and panties with fishnets were all pulled down to the tops of her boots.
"lovely! Simply lovely." Faust was rubbing his hands together with glee. "So much better than what I had pictured in my mind. Now let's see if it feels as good as what I have always dreamed."
For once Zatana was happy she was so completely silenced. There was no way she want to give him the pleasure of showing any sense of response as she first felt the parchment like skin of his finger stroke across the slit of her womanhood. Still she felt her teeth grinding together, fighting to control herself as he felt his wrinkled, old hand groping around between her legs.
"Such nice smooth lips. Do you shave all of your cunt, or just...? Oh, there is a nice little bit of hair hiding there in front. Just a nice trim. OR maybe it's an arrow pointing down to your slut hole to help some of your brain dead Justice League friends find the right place for them to start humping."
Fingers closed into tight fists and Zatana fought hard to hold her reserve. To not spin around and... For as much as she wanted to make him pay, there was Batgirl's safety still hanging in the balance.
Felix felt around some more, intentionally wanting to maximize Zatana's humiliation. To drive home to her that his was the upper hand. "I'm not sure how this will go. Gods but you are dry. This could be painful. For you that is. If I were you I might try to change that. Why don't you think about one of those muscle bound morons you hang out with? I bet if Superman had his finger shoved up inside you'd be dripping like an old faucet. Or do you play for the other side? Maybe it would that the tongue of an Amazon to get you in the mood..."
Zatana thrust her heart shaped ass back back his way as if to say "get on with it!"
"Alright... if that is how you feel..." Faust gloated.
Hearing his robe opening, Zatana glanced back. She was not at all expecting what she saw. Faust's cock looked old and surprisingly gnarled. Twisted and misshapen it almost seemed like it should been part of branch off of an ugly Halloween tree.
It was also shocking large!
A good nine or ten inches long at least.
Now Zatana wished it was Superman ready to mount her instead. As much as she hated to agree with Faust, at least she would have been wetter. This wasn't going to be...
Gripping down on her hips, Felix rubbed his erection along her slit - gently pushing the tip of his cock once as if to center himself...
Then he entered her with one powerful thrust!
No amount of expectation could have prepared Zatana for the sudden phallic assault. Her world become one of pain. The savage way he had entered, coupled with her lack of lubrication, naturally made Zatana want to resist her attacker. To fight back in some way or attempt an escape.
But with surprising force and strength Faust slammed her head down to the table top with a loud thud. With his other hand he pushed down on the small of Zatana's back to pin her down in place. Making it surprisingly impossible for the shapely sorceress to even shift around slightly.
"I'll let you know when you can move!" Faust shouted just before rearing back a few inches and stabbing her again with his rock hard shaft.
Slowly he began sawing in and out of her painfully raw opening. Shifting angles as he found a pace that suited him. Starting with little thrusts at first that hardly moved his cock more than an inch or two out of her, but as Zatana's body finally began to protect itself by lubricating her battered vagina, those thrusts became longer and ended much deeper inside her..
Soon he had Zatana huffing and puffing beneath his weight
"He can't be that big," she thought to herself. "I know what I saw him pull out of his gown, but I'll be tasting that damn cock tip soon if he keeps shoving any more of it into me!"
Feeling like a heavy weight boxer was being beating her up from the inside, there wasn't anywhere inside her pussy that wasn't being filled by Faust's girth, there was something else Zatana began to notice. It felt as if the invading member wasn't just pounding in and out, but somehow it was moving around inside her. Moving in a most unnatural way. Twisting and slithering around with some kind of a snakelike motion. Like his damned erection had a life of its own!
Then she felt something else. Something she had never felt or experienced before... as if she were feeling weaker...
"It's said that a good woman can make a man feel and act years younger," Faust explained. "That especially holds true when a young woman is willing to share some of her life force with another. You remember you basic history of magic don't you? How most early groups would wear only the loosest of clothing or none at all when performing rites. Orgies would quickly become part of magic spells, with most their magic being powered by the shared sexual energy generated."
Zatana was doing her best not to think about having that ancient man mounting her. The thought of even having his cock inside her... sharing , or touching anything with him... made her want to throw up inside her own mouth.
Then realization hit. He was draining youth from her. Stealing away her life energy!
Desperately she began to squirm and fight to get from under his decrepit old body. Pulling his hand free from her receiving hips, Felix quickly cast a practiced spell. One that caused mystic restraints to appear from the wood under them. Two of the solid cuffs bound Zatana's wrists to the table top with two more to insure her ankles would remain widely spread and fixed. All to trap her pussy so it would be openly available for his use.
To insure her complete vulnerability.
"Let's try to have fewer interruptions," he commanded, punctuating his point with three swift and punishing thrusts of his hips. The surprisingly hard tip of his cock battered away painfully at her cervix.
"Don't worry. I won't take much from you. This time," he warned in a threatening way. "I am close to being able to call myself an immortal. But being able to live forever is is so very different from me being able to look good - and young - all the time. Every once and a while I need to do something to roll back the clock a bit."
Zatana continued to test the strength of her bonds but was unable to find any weakness she could use. All she could do is lay there as the ghoulish madman fouled her body... degrading her at whim. He had fallen back into a steady rhythm. His cock pumping in and out as he took as much pleasure as he could. But it was that strange snake like twisting and slithering inside her is what worried the mystic artist the most.
"One of my favorite things to do to 'Top myself 'Off' is by casting an easy illusion. One that makes me appear as if I was handsome and impeccably well dressed. Then I go to a gentleman's club. It doesn't take long before all of those pretty young sluts are all but fighting each other for the chance to get close to me."
As if the memories of these "good times" was giving him a little something extra, Faust began hammering at Zatana's pussy a little harder... and faster... his breathing speeding up... Zatana could only hope he would finish soon, bringing with it an end to her sickening ordeal.
Faust's voice cackled as he remembered back. "The best part was they all thought that I was some easy, rich mark just waiting for them to take to the cleaners. Each one of them was dreaming of walking away with a large amount of my money. Oh, and who am I to spoil such dreams? I was most generous with them all... unfortunately that too was just part of the illusion. What they believed as hundred dollar bills that I was tossing around so freely in return for their companionship were at best singles. In fact, I believe that most of the bills I used to tip with were just cut up pieces of blank paper. Stupid bitches!"
Felix reached around with one hand, groping around until he caught Zatana's clit between thumb and finger - then he gave the tender bud a tight pinch. Just as a small lesson. As if pointing out to Zatana that she wasn't any smarter (or better) than any of the other 'foolish strippers' he had tricked so many times. Basking in the added delight in showing the extent of control he possessed over her, he had as he also reminded just how completely vulnerable he had made her. It also proved beyond doubt that he was now the sole source of any of pleasure she might get. Proving without doubt that now she was simply a toy for him to use and punish.
Zatana jerked from the unexpected pain and her pussy involuntarily clamped down around his throbbing member, which elicited a happy moan of pleasure from the man raping her.
"I loved whenever they begged for the chance to invite me in for a private dance," Faust continued, joyously humping away at his helpless captive. "Those priceless looks of greed and temptation worn on their faces at the beginning when they would climb on top of me. Followed oh so quickly with such stunned shock and surprise when they'd suddenly feel my cock working it's way into their cheap cunts. Remember, my fancy clothes were all an illusion. In fact I was wearing this same robe, split at the center for easy access... My cock never disappointed. It was always up and ready for the kind offering of surrendering their sweet wetness to me."
"Some of the stupid sluts would already be grinding themselves against my hips before they fully realized what was happening to them. Their overused twats already having greedily swallowing up any meat that got within reach. Making it all the more funny when this was happening right under the noses of the "watchful" bouncers. Here it is, their sole purpose in life was to be there and protect those sluts. To keep these wonderfully stacked money machines safe from harm. And to prevent exactly what I was doing - fucking the hell out of those wet pussys with out the club getting their fair 'cut'. But the only those stupid lumps of steroids could see was my wondrous illusion. For them it was just one more girl gyrating away on top of a fully clothed sucker. Acting as if they were not really looking on while some big breasted bimbo drained a guy's wallet. All the time hoping they'd receive some kind of "tip" in return for services rendered, their 'vigilant protection'."
The hammering pace was accelerating quickly, along with Faust's heavy, fetid breathing. Surely he had to be getting close to orgasm by now. Zatana felt a flush of embarrassment and humiliation as she found herself hoping that this man would quickly shoot his sickening load of cum inside her Wishing only for the moment that would end this madness.
"Those are such fun nights! All of those air headed bimbos arguing over which one gets to impress me with her 'talents' next. Collectively they weren't as smart as something found in a muddy farm yard. Not only did I enjoy sampling each of their young cunts, but I was also able to gain something else. A little sample from each one of them to enjoy later. Taking away a week of sweet youth from one... a month from another... I remember one sweet, but incredibly stupid blonde idiot in particular. She just kept coming back for another try... and another... then another... I guess she had never met a cock that her cum hungry little pussy couldn't drain and train before. I must have gotten a couple of years worth of vigor sucked away from that slut before she finally had enough sense to gave up."
Sounding like feeding time at the Zoo, all of the imps were howling or screaming in their native tongues. Zatana recognized bits here and there. The creatures were tired of just watching the floor show. Now they were demanding that is was their turn. No longer were they willing to remain patient. Not when there was a chance for them to enjoy female humans... the smell of hot sex driving them insane as they watched the bound brunette getting her pussy so forcibly stuffed.
Zatana did her best at ignoring the shouted taunts and demands, she still couldn't ignore seeing the geysers of imp splooge shooting off in different directions like fountains as the ugly beasts continuously jerked themselves off.
Time and time again their sticky discharge nearly landed on her. Their supply of cum seemly endless. And disgusting. Their yellowish white discharge looked more like puss than...
Zatana was again fearful of throwing up into her own mouth as she saw a pool of the sicking goo forming on the table top right in front of her. Gravity slowly allowing it to ooze toward the direction of her face. All too soon the stream was moving down to where it would be covering her face.
Faust's spell might prevent her from speaking – but would it stop that vile cum from entering mouth?
"My God!," she thought. "How could Batgirl endure for a few moments of even one of these insatiable beasts?" And even if Zatana was to succeed with her impossible task, she highly doubted that Faust would keep his word. That he's suddenly turn into a good sport and actually let them both go. Knowing that he would probably do the opposite, she feared both would turned into sex slaves for the rest of their lives.
Thankfully, forced sex with all those imp cocks would make sure their lives would be short. Unless Felix had figured out some way of prolonging...
She had to think of a way to save them both!
When suddenly his voice filled the room... "There! That's it... Just... right up your... Tight..."
The first jet of cum shooting out with such force that it seemed to reach all the way up to Zatana's stomach.
"Little cunt... Take it...!"
Two more jerks from his cock quickly had her entire female channel beyond full.
"You'll take it ALL!"
Huffing and puffing Felix finally took two steps back. There was a wet plopping sound as the tip of his soggy dick pulled free of what had recently been it's sweet home. It lost just enough size and strength for it to slip way from sight... disappearing under his robes. Judging from the way the imps were spewing off like fountains, Zatana felt rather sure that Felix would probably be taking much of the same medicines for himself, or at the very least using the same spells.
Now she was hoping to get out before his semi flaccid cock reappeared at full strength for a round two... or twenty!
"THAT was extremely nice! Unlike those cheap stripper skanks, you actually have a world class pussy. Perhaps when we have finished our little transaction we can discuss your future. You really should consider becoming my apprentice. Then I could teach you how to do some actually useful magic. And in return you can share with me the pleasures of your most delicious flesh. I'm betting that your tits would taste so very wonderful. Do they squirt at all?"
Filled with disgust as she felt his slim oozing down her thighs, all she could think about was how nice it would be, for the betterment of women everywhere, just to rip his balls off and shove them up his ass.
"Okay, you have earned your reward. In a moment I will set you free. Once you leave here the clock will start ticking. At the end of one hour the first of my little pets will be set free to join Batgirl. Then as the sands empty from each of the other devices, she'll be able to enjoy the company of the others. More and more of the timing devices will expire until her very tempting body becomes the center of attention for the whole party! When you are ready to return at the end of your simple task, the stone will return you here. It will only work once. And it will only bring one person back here. For the sake of your friend, I must sternly warn you - No Tricks!"
Faust gave one more admiring look to the lovely curves of Zatana uncomfortably upturned ass, giving himself a long ponder about taking quick second taste of her sweetness. Her ass was so beautifully formed and firm. Then he coldly chuckled, "I am honestly excited. I can hardly wait to see how this comes about. Good luck! I'd hate to think about what might happen if you were even a little bit tardy. Now don't you wish you had offered me an ass fuck? Oh well, I'll do my best to console Batgirl while you're away."
Pinned as she was, Zatana couldn't see as the magi cast his spell. One second everything went black and suddenly she was back in her dressing room.
Her Blonde assistant Micky was just adding food into Killer's cage when heard the popping sound. "Oh sure! Now that us lackeys have done all of the hard work, the princess graces us with her... Oh Crap!"
Micky had turned around in time to see Zatana tux jacket and top hat dropping unceremoniously to the ground. Her boss was rubbing at her face as if something had been stuck there... and...!
"What the hell happened to you?"
Following Micky's stare, only then did Zatana glance down to see that her satin shorts, fishnets and panties were still shoved down to the tops of her black boots. Her pussy in full view, all red and puffy from the abuse it had taken. Just thinking about the whitish goo that was oozing down her thighs making the magician want to throw up. But she didn't have the time to indulge in any self pity or loathing.
Waving away Micky before the blonde could step any closer, Zatana headed for the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind her. For as much as she longed for a scolding hot shower that would last for hours, taken with a stiff wire brush, all in an attempt to make herself feel clean of Faust's polluting touch again... there wasn't time.
Batgirl's life hung in the balance and every second counted.
Feeling like crying, she cursed herself. Faust's last words still stinging in her mind. She had let personal pride and ego... would it have hurt if only she'd just let that bastard fuck her ass... given a few more hours... she needed a plan... and what if that old fuck was lying from the beginning and Batgirl was already in the claws... what if she was already drowning in cocks...?
Zatana slumped against the sink, her hands absently reaching for tissues to blot up the dripping mess streaming from between her thighs, when her eyes slowly came up and she saw her reflection in the mirror.
"That bastard!" Zatana had no idea how much "time" he had stolen from her, but it was far too easy for her to see through the blur of her tears the small lines that were now apparent at the corners of her eyes... ugly, deep, fucking crow's feet. Then she saw the larger horizontal markings crossing her forehead... Her normally high and beautiful cheek bones seemed as if they were poking out harshly, with the skin below was sunken deep enough to where they almost appeared as if hollowed out.
And there was a scattering of gray hairs mixed through her normally ebony hair!
Eyes narrowing from the building anger, Zatana brought herself up straight, pulling from an inner strength that she was unaware of. "!eM naelC" All trace of Faust's fouling of her womanhood disappeared instantly. Spreading her arms and legs as far as they could reach she shouted, "!eM sserD" All parts of her costume snapped properly into place. There was no sign of rips or snags in her fishnets left to be seen. Black satin shorts were spotless. She appeared on the outside as if fresh and ready for her next performance.
Spinning on one spiked boot heel, she rushed through the bathroom door.
An intensely worried Micky was still there, trickles of tears running down her face. "Listen Zatana, if there is anything you want to talk about... something I can do.."
The words fell on deaf ears as Zatana dug through one of her equipment road boxes. This was the one that held all of her escape artist props and paraphernalia. Finding what she wanted, she stood strong and determined.
Shouting out "!rewetgctaW " she flashed away.
"Oh Zatana..." Micky cried. Please be careful."
Hoping she was remembering the schedule correctly, Zatana headed directly towards the monitoring room of JLA satellite. The clacking of her stilettos was almost deafening as the sound of her determination reverberated along the metal corridors. Slowing down just before reaching the final door, she paused to take a couple of deep, calming breaths.
"I look horrible... I feel worse... and I need to take on one of the most powerful people on earth all by myself. And I only have a crappy plan. Fine! I can do this. It's just another performance... just another show... One more audience to..." Squaring her shoulders she stepped through the waiting door.
"Ah... another thrilling adventure in the monitor room," Zatana said with a wide grin.
Slowly the Champion of Women turned around. "I cannot think of a better definition for boredom. It is beneath the dignity of a warrior to be assigned to do such things," Wonder Woman complained loud enough to be heard on the far side of the satellite. Possibly further. "Unless you are here offering to relive me. Then it is a most wonderful time."
"Sorry to disappoint you," Zatana said as she lightly brushed past the incredible amazon with hardly a whisper of contact. Thank goodness she had remembered the schedule correctly. The amount of time in casting random spells to locate where Wonder Woman was... and what if she hadn't even been on earth...?
Zatana prided herself on her natural height, the addition of her high heels certainly helped with her stage presents, but here and now she felt so small. No matter how many times she had been around Wonder Woman it was impossible not to be impressed by her very stature. She radiated strength and confidence... all the things Zatana seemed to be currently lacking.
"Batman asked if I would check on some settings he was worried about." Zatana explained as she flipped a few toggles at one console, then she slipped behind Wonder Woman to push some buttons on a different console. A snake-like move then slid the buxom magician between the amazon and a control station that appeared to be separated from those famous star spangled shorts by only scant inches, so that the much smaller woman could each out for another set of controls.
"So you jump to obey what he tells you?" Grumbled Wonder Woman.
"As if I'm going to tell tall, dark and creepy no? Would you?" Zatana asked with a grin.
The majestic warrior princess only smiled back. "Thanks for breaking the tediousness of this boredom"
"No, thank you," Zatana waved over her back as she walked away. "I hope the rest of the time will pass quickly for you."
It would be another five minutes before Wonder Woman noticed that the golden lasso was missing from her hip.
A loud pop and Zatana was back... wherever "back" was. Both her jaw and heart instantly dropped.
"The first one was boring," the decrepit looking villain grunted in the way of an unneeded explanation. There was not a trace of emotion in his voice. "Batgirl is surprisingly skilled. She eluded that first imp easily for the longest time. Each time he'd got close, she'd slap, punch or kick him away again."
Batgirl wasn't in any condition to kick or punch anyone now. Glowing, mystical bands were now pulling Batgirl out into what appeared to be a very painful looking X position. There were four imps joyously taking full advantage of her defenseless situation.
"Things got a bit more interesting when the second timer ran out. But the damn bitch still proved too good. Even working together they could hardly put a claw on her. She surprised even me when she grabbed one of them by his cock, then swung the poor thing around using him as a club to knock the other away. Well, that was just not right. It was unfair it tell you! Unfair."
Slamming a boot heel to the floor like a thunderclap, Zatana shouted "So staking her out so she has no hope of defending herself is fair?"
"Perhaps not. But is much more entertaining to watch." Faust's eyes were drawn magnetically to the golden rope Zatana held.
Poor Batgirl was in a terrible position. Magical bindings held her spread wide, totally unable to protect herself. And protection was obviously needed. Her costume was now barely anything more than tatters. Just a few strings about ready to give up any attempt at maintaining a shape after having been clawed out of the way by the sex crazed imps. Pale female skin was crisscrossed with angry red marks, some of them shows drops or rivulets of blood. Some were frighteningly deeper.
One of the smaller imps had wrapped hands and feet around the crime fighters' head, giving him the perfect position to skull fuck the girl for as long as he wanted. His hips almost a blur of action as he filled her throat with cum to his evil hearts delight.
Another of the smaller ones had latched onto her breasts, both squeezing and pulling at her naturally firm mounds until they formed a perfectly shaped fuck canyon where he could insert his beefy, grimy cock. One or two earlier spews of cum mixed with Batgirl's own nervous sweat, all mixed together to make a kind of lubricant that seemed to aid with the creature's insistent tit humping. The yellowish puss looking cum dripping down from the first imp's back and covering Batgirl's head and face gave a clue as to how many times he had pumped out a wad.
Number three had wrapped himself around Batgirl's right thigh. It was almost impossible to see what he was up to. While rapidly dry humping a sizable cock against her muscular thigh meat to make a dripping mess, he had his head pressed up against Batgirl's vaginal opening. What Zatana couldn't see was the outrageously long tongue that was snaking up into the poor heroine's pussy. He was lapping up her juices, doing his best to get the sweet juices right from her very core as his flicking lizard shaped tongue slithered it's way further up inside the bound heroine as any cock would ever be able to reach.
Whatever he was doing must have felt good to the embattled Batgirl. Her hips were moving and shifting around. To Zatana eyes it seemed as if the gang banged heroine was on the verge of being forced to cum. As if sensing the very same thing, the imp continued his rapid licking, but just as "the" moment neared, he racked his sharped teeth over Batgirl's clit. The shocking pain sent her off screaming. The pitiful sound somehow making its way around the imp cock clogging her mouth and throat. The hideously evil beast repeating this process, teasing her with the prospect of needed relief only to painfully deny her just when....
And gauging from the sobs coming from her muffled and stuffed mouth, his sense of timing seemed perfect as tortured quickly weakening beauty.
What made Zatana cringe the most was the fourth imp involved. This was one of the larger creatures. As big as a man, his clawed hands had a painfully firm grip on Batgirl's soft female hips and it was obvious that the happy creature had helped himself to her less than willing asshole. Although the raped girl's legs and ass were shining with a coating of his own copious cum, he never slowed pace the ripping pace. The twisted demon pounded at Batgirl's insides with machine like efficiency. A large pool of cock snot had already formed between Batgirl's legs as proof of how quickly his sickening greyish nut sack could refill itself. Zatana felt herself about to break into tears as she thought of what the brave heroine had already endured. The largest of the imps was sporting an erection nearly as long as Zatana's entire arm. Yet he was finding a way to slam it all into Batgirl until his balls bounced off of her tight rump.
How much torture and abuse could one female take?
Or survive?
"Stop it!" Zatana demanded. "Stop it right now! I've come back with what you wanted."
"So soon?" the old looking villain gave a look of mock disappointment. "But another one is due to be freed momentarily. Aren't you at all interested to see how they fight over what to do with the scraps? She might still prove good giving out hand jobs. Or maybe her nostrils will be able to stretch out big enough to..."
"End it now!" Zatana screamed. "We had a deal."
Felix Faust slowly stood, turning to face Zatana. "And I shall verify my prize first." Closing his eyes a look of actual happiness came over his face. "Yes... I think you may have actually accomplished your mission. I can feel it's mystic power from here." With a sickening lear he slowly looked Zatana up and down. "There may be more to you than I first thought. Have you pondered at all about my offer? Given thought to the thrill of becoming my apprentice?"
Shaking her head Zatana muttered, "I'm sick enough as it is. Let's end this. Now!" Extending her arm she offered up the glistening golden lasso.
Touching it with a single gnarled finger, the evil magician smiled. "Yes... Yes, this is the real thing. It truly is Wonder Woman's magic lasso Oh, the things I shall do with it! I have a spell all prepared that will use this to return full vitality to me once again! And then..."
Snatching at the lasso with bone like hand, he took possession of his new prize from Zatana.
His eyes glared at her. "Are you sure you won't be my apprentice?"
"I'd rather fuck a corpse. Oh, too late. We've already done that once, haven't we. Now free Batgirl!"
Filling the room with his sick cackling, Faust preformed a series of gestures forcing each of the imps back into their cages. A second spell caused Batgirl to appear at Zatana's side. The unexpected action left little time for Zatana to catch the punished girl and help to lower the cum covered Batgirl to her knees. The two females hugging each other for support.
Leaving Faust ample opportunity to lower a loop formed from the golden lasso over their heads and shoulders!
Cackling insanely, Felix stepped up to the two women. Bending close enough for Zatana to again smell his fetid breath "You could have enjoyed my tutelage under your own free will." Shaking his head sadly, "The dark joys we could have created and shared... Now I'm afraid you will simply be a mindless fuck toy for me to enjoy."
Faust took a moment to grope one of Batgirl's thoroughly mauled breasts before he took hold of a well chewed nipple to gave it a viscous yank. The defeated heroine barely had enough energy left to grunt out from the added pain. "And for you my sweet, I would hate to disappoint my pets. So I'm afraid that back you go. I am returning you for their enjoyment. Only this time all of them will be invited to play!
But don't worry. If this lasso possesses the powers I believe it to have, I can use it to keep you fit enough for them to use over and over again. For a very long time in fact. Or at least until you stop being amusing enough for me to keep you around. Oh... and the games I have in mind for the two of you to play together... Why, it almost makes me feel sorry for you. Almost."
Grinning with anticipation Faust returned his attention to the kneeling Zatana. "Too bad you did not chose to join with me. Oh, I still would have used you in any way I desired. Perhaps I would not have degraded you as much along the way... Nah! Who am I kidding? A cum rag is a cum rag. Just something to be used. Now open your mouth. Let's hear what is sounds like when you choke on my cock!"
The muscles of Zatana face twisted and contorted as she fought against the order given through the magic lasso. Mouth trembling, her jaw slowly began to open. Even from the distance she could smell her own scent rising from his shaft. Another reminder of when he had first taken her with his rancid cock. As she leaned her head closer to the villain’s waist, Felix pulled his robe open. His gnarled shaft already stretching itself out to full erection in anticipation of her warm mouth and throat. His balls hanging low as they filled themselves with a putrid load of spunk.
Making them perfect targets as Zatana gave him a swift punch in nuts!
"God! Even hitting you in crotch makes me want to barf," Zatana spat out.
Doubled over at the waist with hands protectively trying to cover his boys left Felix wide open when Batgirl launched herself up to deliver a powerful roundhouse with her right hand. Then both villain and heroine dropped to the floor, each of them completely unconscious.
Slowly making it to her feet Zatana looked around. "Crap what a mess. Where's Micky when I need her? Well, first things first..."
First picking up the lasso that Felix had dropped, she started to rearrange things. Moving swiftly, she spoke several spells, then wrapped her arms gently around Batgirl's brave form before uttering "!room rotinom ewothctaW"
The instant that her keen ears heard the popping sound, Wonder Woman was already spinning towards them. "I don't know which I hate more, a thief or a witch... Great Hera! What happened?"
"She's been though a lot," Zatana started. "Maybe by working together..." She extending out the magic lasso to its one, true owner.
Zatana was happy to see that Wonder Woman wore a look of concern, not anger or hate as the lasso was returned to her exquisitely molded hip. Next the amazing amazon removed the powerbelt from her waist. Leaning forward Diana placed the belt over Batgirl's bruised and torn body.
It shocked Zatana to see such an instantaneous effect occur as some of the claw gouges began to close almost immediately. Shaking the sight off, Zatana took a moment to clear her mind before she said "!lrigtaB laeh...!
Caught between the two forms of enchantment the brutalized redhead's body twisted and shook. Slowly grunts and hushed groans of pain turned into slight sighs. Then happily to those of welcome relief.
At stunning speed the torn muscles and skin knitted together, joining back together under a smooth skin that was equally returning to it's natural soft pink color. Harsh blue/purple bruises disappearing in almost a blink of an eye.
Zatana could only hope the same was happening for the girl internally. As if sensing the thought Wonder Woman gave a reassuring smile. "She will be fine. My Power Belt would eventually heal her body in full. Your heartfelt spell will but act to accelerate it."
Could that be true? Even after all the horrors the brave young heroine had been put through?
"Her's is a strong spirit," Diana said warmly. "I would bet that this will only serve to strengthen her further. And she has the added strength of being close to those who support and care for her so deeply."
"I'm so sorry!" Zatana found herself on the verge of tears. So much had happened so quickly. Explanations came racing out of her mouth faster than she could form full sentences. "It was Felix Faust. He used Batgirl to force me to steal your lasso... but I didn't think there was time for me to explain to you... and I could only go back by myself... I was afraid that you'd try to come, but he would only..."
Diana smiled as she gave Zatana a warm maternal hug. "You did well sister. You saw the threat and acted wisely. I am ashamed that I doubted you... to have doubted someone I am happy to call friend."
Heart exploding with joy, Zatana returned the hug and gave Wonder Woman a emotional kiss on the cheek, "Thank you!"
"Are you two going to start making out next?" Batgirl slowly sat up. "Guess there's no hope of saving this costume. The little bastards even ripped up my boots! What? Were they hoping for a foot job too?"
There were two bursts of happy laughter. Shared happiness in knowing that Batgirl really was going to be fine.
"So help a girl out would you? Well... for a second time that is. How did you do it? And how were you able to resist when Felix had the lasso wrapped around you, ordering that you suck his..." Batgirl cut herself off in mid sentence.. Somehow stalking about giving blow jobs in front of Wonder Woman just didn't seem the wisest of ideas.
"Anyone of us who appreciates the true magical arts, would instantly “feel” the aura of an authentic item of power if it were up close to them. So I no choice but to steal Diana's lasso if I was going to trick Felix and save you." Zatana flashed Wonder Woman what she hoped would be accepted as a playful smile and shrug of the shoulders. "Being a pick pocket is all stock and trade in the training for any good stage magician. It all hinged on me being able to dazzle a bored Wonder Woman on monitor duty. A bit of misdirection here and there of useless movement all woven together with a completely improvised explanation using that Batman story. I'm glad you didn't press me any further on that, because it was lame, but the only story I could come up with on the fly.”
Wonder Woman bristled for a moment, realizing how easily she had been tricked. Then just as quickly, broke into a warm smile knowing that it had take the talent from one of the world's greatest performers to do it.
“Then I popped back to my dressing room. A big part of my act involves my being advertised as being a world class escape artist. Again, on stage it's usually little more that smoke and mirrors. I have lots of rope in my prop box. Many of them in different colors for different tricks or showrooms I work in."
"Okay, so you had a gold colored rope, and sounds as if you like to do tricks with ropes" Batgirl pointed out with a sly grin. "How come Faust didn't notice your rope was fake?
"There is one thing I always hate to hear from an audience member when I make something disappear... 'I know where it went - it's up her sleeve'. Well, for once... it really was true. I had Diana's actual lasso rope wrapped around my arm with one end of it poking out of my cuff. I had the ends from both ropes tied in a slip knot..."
"And so long as what the ropes were touching each other... to Faust it all 'felt' like the real thing!" Batgirl giggled. “Smoke and mirrors”
Zatana nodded and smiled. Mentally “leaping ahead” of the story only proved that Batgirl was quite the detective after all. And that she was indeed doing well – mind and body.
"Up Until he pulled the lasso from my hand. The slip knot did what it was supposed to do. He had the fake rope in his hand and I still had the real one. Luckily he didn’t try to give any orders to us before he pulled them apart. His powers of sorcery are so strong...Gods only know how it might have come out. He might have been able to force the lasso to obey his will instead of mine and... well being his sex toy for the rest of my life isn't something I'd like to think about for too long.”
Impressed with the sorceress’s inventiveness, Diana still let out a soft sigh, sounding as if feeling cheated "It is too bad we cannot go back to his lair again. Faust should pay for his evil plot."
"I think I have that covered," Zatana said happily. "This time I left a little marker of my own, so I can travel there anytime I want to."
Wonder Woman jumped to her feet. "Then we shall hurry before Faust gains too much of a head start. And I will show him an example of my lasso's true power!"
"There's no hurry. I think it is safe to say he's probably pretty busy about now," the Mistress of Magic said with a mischievous smile that grew bigger and bigger.
"And why would that be?" Batgirl asked, sensing something insidiously fun.
"Before bringing you here, I did take a few moments to do some things. I hope you'll forgive me for the delay while you were still suffering so dearly."
"Forgive you yes, but I'm going to start beating on your ass pretty soon if you don't fess up. And I doubt those fishnets will do much once my boot..."
"It seems as if I may have accidentally left him bound in the same position he had you staked out in... and I may have accidental let three or four of the imps loose..."
"Accidents happen even to the best of us... Right?" laughed Batgirl who was loving the direction this was heading in.
"And bad, bad, me... I think I may have cast a spell that would make him look like..."
"ME? Zatana I love you! You are so delightfully evil!"
"Yes! Yes you are." Diana did her best in looking stern, but she just couldn't mange to keep the smile that was forming on her angelic face. "How long have we been talking? I think it's probably been long enough for him to have been punished.
Batgirl pointed out the condition of her appearance, or lack there of. Her costume was a series of shredded cloth with threads barely hanging it together. She seemed more nude than clothed. "How about I get a quickly shower and change first? Shouldn't take me more than an hour. Maybe two. Those little bastards sure were full of cum!" Then she chuckled. Loudly.
Turning to Zatana, "Can you give me a quick Zap over to my room? Wouldn't want to give batman a heart attack seeing me like this. Or a hard on. Or maybe if you zap me over to Green Lantern's room. I bet I could help him make a construct or two that could he fun."
"!moor ot reh ekaT" and Batgirl disappeared. To her own room. Alone.
"You have to admit that the idea of a shower doesn't sound too bad," Zatana grinned.
"Then how about we bring Felix Faust in so we can turn him over to the authorities... and then I'll help wash your back?"
"That's not where I feel dirty"
"Trust me. I'll be very through"
"Best offer I've had in a long time."
Giving Wonder Woman a less than sisterly hug, she muttered a quick spell and the two heroines disappeared.