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Chapter 7 by MrDonJuan MrDonJuan

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Act 3, With ASSistance: The Appearing She-Beast

"For my next trick, I'll need a lovely volunteer." Zatanna ignored the fervid calls in the audience and magically directed the spotlights to Veronica Cale's private booth.

"W-wha?""It took her a few seconds to notice because the CEO was deep between a pair of gelatinous ASSGLOBES. Based on the svelte core and powerful legs carrying that extra juicy athleTHICCism, it must be a volleyball player.

Indulging in phat co-ed cheeks was perfectly understandable. But that, mostly, wouldn't distract Zatanna from Veronica Cale's obvious guilt. She was unmistakably responsible for all this. With her resources, sinister genius, and obsession with bullying superheroines, she could easily imagine Veronica orchestrating this perverted scheme and abusing her stock ownership to make poor, innocent Power Bottom twerk for her agenda. Co-opting her innocuous establishment to spreading butt-sluttery.

Why else would she be here for Zatanna's show? It's not like, for example, she was ASSNOTIZED by some perverted being into coming here, the same one that brainwashed Zatanna into doing this performance.

That would be ridiculous.

"I'm so honored that a Titaness of industry like yourself would grace my humble little show. Would it be too forthcoming to ask your assistance?"

**POOF** **POOF**

She didn't give the businesswoman a choice, teleporting her onto the stage.

"Veronica Cale! Give her a hand, everyone!" The stagewoman flourished and booty-wiggled towards her ''volunteer.'' Getting a good look at her, the businesswoman's eyes were distant and half-lidded; she was panting, and her cheeks were flushed. Her nipples were rock-hard, and her pussy was throbbing. The textbook look of a SMACKED ASS. It was the same daze held by all of the crowd.

And the same look the Magician had herself.

Zatanna also saw that the woman's fit was almost identical to the full-body romper she strutted into town. Even the layout of thick lipstick, eyeliner, and eyeshadow caking her face was the same. The only difference was a theme of glittering silver for the lapels, stiletto knee-highs, and whorish makeup.

Undoubtedly, it was a blatant Diva Fashion ripoff of Starrware. Zatanna smirked in deluded pride, knowing how much better her slutty body better filled those clothes.

"What do you think you're doing, forcing me up here with your witchcraft?" Veronica cried in affluent entitlement. Zatanna concluded it as a mask of guilt, playing as if she had no idea why Zatanna cornered her here. Or maybe the Magician did a great job "playing" a blissfully ignorant stage bimbo, convincing the CEO that her deception was still undiscovered. Perfect for Zatanna, who could use that to her advantage.

"Witchcraft? There's nothing sinister about any of this, at least coming from me." Zatanna didn't hold back the sickly sweetness. "I just need your help for this next trick." She snapped a finger and conjured a plain wooden chair.

Veronica huffed and backed away from the furniture. "Power Bottom said nothing to me about this!" Blaming your victim, of course. Claiming Power Bottom was pulling her by the g-string? Ridiculous!

"You can't make me a prop in your two-bid performance! I'm the CEO of a world-class corporation! I can sue you for everything you're worth." "Don't be like that. All you need to do is sit, look pretty, and let me do all the work. Nothing you executives aren't used to, right? Having others do the work for you and taking all the credit?" "Oooh! You-" "And you wouldn't want to disappoint the crowd? Look at them!" Zatanna cut Veronica off and brought her attention to the adoring and hungry eyes on her.

"Isn't she a doll, everyone?" Zatanna encouraged another uproar for the woman who fashioned herself the true Wonder Woman. The Magician knew how much she craved validation, proven by how she turned her profile to show off her curves, impressive but modest compared to the extra-stacked superheroine beside her.

"Don't think for a second that I don't know you're playing me, Witch." Veronica declared, "But I suppose I can do you a favor and help you with your little parlor trick." Her self-important words were undermined when she dipped down in a squat drop for no reason.

"I'm very grateful." Zatanna thanked the billionaire with the utmost smarminess. "And you have my promise I will not do anything untoward. Unlike what you spout to the media, _we're more than just vapid bimbos~." _Zatanna contrasted herself as well when she also inexplicably sent her booty down and poppin' like Veronica.

Both totally not butt-addled women rose. The Magician again motioned to the chair, and the semi-willing CEO glared as if it would make her disappear. "You even chip one nail off my hand with your devilry, and I'll have all you Justice Sluts working for me." "I bet you'd love that. You need more of us to fill out those second-grade outfits that badly?" Veronica stewed in frustration but finally sat down. "Outrageous bodies on all of you whores” She muttered. "Hogging attention just because of your freakishly huge, indecent ASSES." She sneered while blatantly ogling Zatanna's marshmallow-soft, constantly shaking double dump trucks. She leered at Zatanna's lips, desperately denying the desire to make out with those fat, pillowy smoochers.

Ignoring her taunts, Zatanna flicked her wrist to manifest a shawl and turned to the audience. "Now, keep your eyes on my 'lovely' ASSistant." "You could do less with that sarcasm, you fishnet-wearing MPH!" With her suspect covered and shut up, Zatanna flourished and jigged for the audience as she readied her magical words. She had to utter several complex and sensitive spells, sending Veronica into a pocket dimension, running on a slower passage of time, and binding her in a truth circle to make her cough it up.

Focus was paramount; she couldn't let any deviant thoughts slip in! Crucially, she had to ignore any nonsensical insinuations towards Power Bottom. Just because the proprietress loves groping ASSES and making them twerk doesn't mean she's brainwashing people into her bootysluts. Come on!

However, the magician couldn't deny the temptation to break her word. The callous entrepreneur has wronged so many of her friends. She **** Mari into her contractually bonded, scantily-clad shill. She was the prime suspect in Artemis' disappearance. And she manipulated Gotham City's Superheroine Commission to get Wonder Woman suspended, all to get her million-dollar manicured fingers on her ASS.

She could get Veronica to admit that she fudged the hearing and get the decision overturned! Di Di would be so happy and let her suck that Amazonian cawk~! Zee Zee knows how much she likes the feeling of her lips wrapping around-

FOCUS! Zatanna yelled inside her head. Enough about that totally accurate sidetrack that didn't just fill her mind! She has to stop all this perverted corruption! She had to prevent it from irrevocably corrupting everyone in the audience, everyone in Gotham! She had to stop it before it corrupted her! Before it turned her into an oral-addicted, smoochie suckslut!

_"Gawdess, I want a bull-sized cawk in my mouth right now~~!!" _Before she could quail at her thottish utterings, Veronica's clothed profile suddenly rumbled and grew. From the outline of the fabric, another form had manifested with Veronica sitting on its lap. It had to be around seven feet tall. Two prominent points emerged from its head.

Oh no.

The fear was confirmed when a large hand pulled the cloth off, revealing a Minotauress.

"Tartarus-damned nymphs! Covering me in this cloth!" Handmaidens of Enyo, goddess of femmehood. These horn heads represent the worst traits of femmes, brash, swaggering dicks-for-brains that see women as nothing more than ASSES TO PLOW.

"Thats not going to stop me from piercing your honeyed flowers with my-Oh, Damn~! you got a big ol' ghetto booty on you~!”

And Zatanna had so much ASS to offer.

All the worse, or best, that the she-bulls backed up their swagger with club-like, throbbing cock. Two feet of woman-wrecking meat attached with a nutsack so oversized it could swallow heads.

*SNORT*

And that bull-sack reeked with a powerful smell that fucked even before feeling its girth, such as it did to Zatanna after she caught a whiff.

"T-this stench! It's clogging my mind!" The musk-sniffing magician panted. "I can't-I can't think straight!" Not just for her, even the furthest seat in the audience felt the unbelievably heady rankness smack their faces. Their pussies immediately felt like a rainforest, and cocks stiffened in jealousy and deference to the superior dick.

The scent-enthrallment was ten times as prominent for the two sluts on stage. One of which was straddling the Minotauress'cock, body convulsing and gushing just from the contact.

"I'm the material realm?" The creature looked away from the sweet booty to get its bearings. She was as curvy as she was hung, with large, sloshing breasts fit for a bovine and a lower half thick like a mare, covered in a skimpy, barbaric-looking bikini top and loincloth.

"I was summoned to an…amphitheater." The Minotauress pondered, though the questions became less critical when she beheld the audience. Whores supplicating themselves with their begging pussies, as they should in the presence of her veiny and bulging cudgel. The inferior femmes were also mewling with dripping precum. Good, the she-bull smirked. She can show these little ones how to really slam into a whore, then plow them as well. Her species delighted in dicking their lessers.

Her attention turned back to the raven-haired woman. And the By OlympASS! Did Aphrodite sculpt this slut herself? She must have used half of the clay to create that colossal butt. And those lips! She never thought a human that could take a Minotauress in the mouth. But the she-bull's dick quivered just looking at her supple and substantial suckers.

As for the one who was straddling her cock, with her head enveloped between her cow-milkers, she was fine enough. A hole is a hole. She reeked of haughtiness the same way the virility radiated from the Minotauress' crotch. It will be amusing to reorient her self-worship toward her dick.

More interesting, however, was the witch-wench. "Did you want me to put on a show, babe? Show them how much of my cock you can take?"

"Fuck~!" Zatanna uttered with a heavy breath. Her magic must have picked up Hellenistic residue off Veronica, exasperated by this perverted energy field. Sh-she had to banish her before she got too drunk on nut stench.

Despite it being long too late.

“Guuh…buuuh…wha…s-so big~!” Veronica stammered, barely heard between the substantial tits.

The Minotauress was pleased until she noticed one lone figure not giving due reverence to her erection. They were in the audience. She could see a section meant for significant figures—she was in the center, like a queen.

And oh damn! Her throne was made entirely of supple sluts. What a great idea! She would have to construct one herself with the bitches here.

And this arrogant one would be her centerpiece, as her main cockrest. She looked ample enough to hold her girth.

No…more than enough.

Oh

Oh-Oh, GODDASS~~!!!

Her ASS is fantastic! It was even larger than this slut in front of her. On her "couch," It took several pairs of cushiony cheeks to hold hers, hers clearly smothering those smaller booties.

She'so perfect! So bodacious~!!

She… S-She's

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!

An orgasm exploded out of the Minotauress.'' It took several seconds for her brain to reboot from an overwhelming explosion of pleasure that went out of her oft-neglected folds.

Though not from her cock, as if a powerful being's hands held it shut. Not wanting that load to be wasted so soon.

"Yes, Mistress. I understand~!" The Minotauress whispered in slavish devotion. She now held complete obedience, and a diamond-hard cock, for a new mistress. Strangely, that was instigated when she looked toward Power Bottom. The innocuous and not corruptive businesswoman and exercise enthusiast definitely did not just ASSTERALLY project to her FINE ASS BOOTY to dominate the Minotauress. Nor did she command her new loyal sow to wreck these two sluts.

The mythical beast unceremoniously dropped the CEO on the floor. She was not even given a second before being dunked face-first into the unreasonably large, reeking balls.

**SNNNOOOOORRRRRTTTTTTT**

_"Oooooooogghn~!" V_eronica cried as she couldn't help but inhale.

Zatanna didn't realize it when she joined Veronica in ball-smothering. And she couldn't stop herself from taking long breaths of mind-sizzling bouquet. She pressed her face so firmly on them it pushed her nostrils up, allowing more to invade and impair her mind.

"I-It's not faaaaaair~! W-Why do these bull nuts smell sho guuuuuuud~?!!" Zatanna bemoaned but indulged in the intoxicating embrace.

"Mmmppggh~! Ohmigawdess~!! Mmmooogghnn~! I-I can't even see straight~! My head's-like-getting fuzzy when I sniff this thing…" Both Magician and CEO mewled in their euphoric, fuck-drunk praises at the She-bull's virility. It blew away all hostility between the two. What did their animosity when snorting and sucking on gallon-sized nuts?

"Thats right, you ball rags, get my nuts going," The Minotauress reveled, switching her eyes from the sucking supplicators willing booties, mostly the witches, and the precum bubbling and pouring out of her heavy crown.

It dribbled more than the average femme's most tremendous load, falling onto the heads of the two musk-tranced nut connoisseurs. When the slutty Magician felt the semi-clear fluids fall and lather her dark hair, a surge permeated her. With her higher brain functions fizzling, cocksucker instincts took precedence.

And the oral addict Zee Zee struck.

"OOOOOOOMMMMMPPPPPPHHOOOOH~~!!!"

"*GGRRGGLLPP**

Zee Zee stuffed her throat full of that near-giantess bull-dick, gagging herself with thick beef. Despite its imposing girth, the cock quickly traveled deep down the waterslide throat. Despite its jaw-stretching thickness, the whore-mouth swallowed it all, ****-feeding so much cock it sank deep into her body.

"Ooooooohhhhhaaaaaah~! Hhhhooooaaaaaaa~!!"

**BBRRGLPH** **GRGGGGLOOOOK**

Zee Zee had her rhythm going and went to town on the brutish cock. The mouthy slut-magician rocked her head up and down the shaft. It gave the Minotauress an understanding of what a waterslide was, with how the entire length was treated to the wet and wild friction.

**SHHHLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPP**

She boobed her head from the base, backward against the long length, until reaching the cockhead. Even as she pulled her head back, Zee ZeZee's tube-like lips stayed latched on, creating a depraved duck face from her vacuum-like fellatio.

"Hmmmm~! Mmmmmmh! Mmmmmmmhhh~!!" Zee Zee moaned, adding that vibration to please the bull dick. She sucked on it hard, used her tongue to swirl and lash on the slit. She lathered and slobbered, and drool ran down her chin. "Aahaaaaaamph~! Sho ghuud~! Tashtes sho ghuuuuuud~!!"

"Oh~! OH GODDASSES!! YOUR DRAINING THE SOUL OUT OF MY BALLS!!!"

To Zee Zee, the Minotauress roars of ecstasy were unsurprising. These were lips that milked Kryptonian cocks. They could more than handle this heifer.

That's right, talking was the secondary purpose of this mouth. It was meant for pleasing cocks and sucking jizz out of oversized femme balls. Why else would Zee Zee have these fat pillows on her face? It's not like some supremely perverted being custom-designed her to be the greatest oral dickmilker.

And despite the she-bull's talk, Zee Zee felt ready to blow. Veronica, too, her still-smothered face, felt them trembling.

Then a hand seized her head and tugged Zee Zee off that cock. Right as their vacuum seal was broken with a *POP*, Cum blasted out and sprayed for several seconds, covering the splash zone in a creamy sheen of white.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH~~!!! OOOOOOOOOOHHH~!! OOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhoooooh~!" The deluge finally dialed down to spurts. And the bull recovered from her second mind-breaking orgasm. The first through third center row were twitching, finally done cumming themselves **** after bathing in smoldering jizz.

"By Enyo's balls! You suck harder than Charybdis." The Minotauress gasped, trying to get her wet, throbbing cock under some semblance of control. She was shocked! How could a human nearly bring her down with a blowjob!

Her jockish swagger tried to reimpose itself. "That was good, bitch. But I can't have you draining everything out of me before I get a chance to plow that ASS!"

"And speaking of plowing~!"

"Wh-whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Zatanna, still feeling hazy and dumb, was seized at the waist and lifted into the air. She was placed in Veronica's former mount on the base of the Minotaur's cock.

"If your mouth-pussy is this good, then your ASS must be just as divine~!" The Minotauress SLAPPED her hands against Zatanna's oversized booty, mauling her layers and layers of cake. Her fingers sank into the luscious, hand-enveloping softness, cupping and appreciating the sheer weight of the wobbly plapmeat.

"Hey, whore!" She barked down to the still ball-smothered Veronica Cale. "Work harder on my nuts, would you?" The ball-drunk businesswoman obediently doubled her ball-fondling efforts. Her tiny hand eagerly caresses the much larger shaft and sac. Earning a pleased whine and feeling those giant nuts bubble.

"Oh, thats right~." The she-bull blustered with her confidence back. "Help me get the biggest load possible to fill up this witch bitch~! I want to fill her up with tons of calves. Get that ASS even bigger~!"

Oh Goddess, that sounded wonderful~!!

No! She meant awful! Zatanna, couldn't let that battering ram of a rod get into her ASS! But evrey second, her body was giving into the deluge of Slut-Brain!

"Mmmm, gimme these titties!" The Minotauress moved one hand from the bottom to the titillating top pair.

"Nooooo, leave my slutbags alone~!" Zatanna whined from the molding of her soft and susceptible mounds. All this molesting! Sitting on top of this cawk~! She couldn't take any more~! She wanted to take it and then some more~!!

"Come on, you love me grope your phat slutbags~!" The Minotauress bragged. She turned to the crowd, all of whom were also captured by her domination. "I bet you all you whores want my cock to mold your insides~!" All of them voiced their agreement with squirting cunts and sputtering cocks. "Though none of you have lips like this one. These dickmilkers are fit for the GoddASSES." That they also agreed with. All of them wished they had a chance to have those lips suck them off, Pussies, cocks, faces, anywhere~!

The Minotauress also looked to the center of the crowd with eyes like a puppy, hoping to be called a good girl.

That distraction gave Zatanna her chance. "Pu em hctiws~!"

**POOF**

"Huh?!" the She-bull gasped.

All Zatanna could manage to think of was a relocation spell. A good choice because it got her off that Minotauress cock.

A good choice because Zatanna reappeared behind the Minotauress, her head facing right up into her ASS~!

She has a pretty stacked booty, along with her heavy milkers. A curvy she bull like this must've taken it a lot from her horny sisters.

And to that point.

"Ahh ~!?"

Zatanna firmly grasped the beefcake's cakes. She was pulling them apart to reveal a well-used and sensitive ASSHOLE.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?""The Minotauress quivered. The sudden fear confirmed what she already knew. As an embodiment of femmes, her kind was feeble to anal treatment. They were so used to putting it up ASSES that they were **** to taking it up theirs.

And while Zee Zee wasn't a femme, she had something that could treat this pucker just as well~!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK~!!"

"MMMMMMMFF~!! MMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHH~!!" **SCHLURP** **SCHLURP**

Zee Zee dined on the Minotauress's back entrance, making out with that puffy hole. Her lips were much more prominent and allowed her to dominate this anal entrance, practically suctioned right onto it.

“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!! NOOOOOOOOO~!! NOT THERE~~!! I CAN'T TAKE IT UP THERE~!!"The Minotauress wailed. She was now the one trapped in the throes of Slut-Brain. Her pride as a femme meant nothing to the ecstasy Zatanna's magical mouth was giving. Her cock was more rigid than it ever felt. It was bucking and swinging. Despite not being touched, this witch'sASSHOLE-LASHING felt better than any pussy penetration it had ever done.

**BWOMPH**

The she-bulls bucking caused her balls to batter the business bitch in the face, knocking her back and out cold for a moment.

**LRLRLRLRLRLRLRLR** Zee Zee lashed and prodded her tongue against the puffy hole, tongue circling all around the tight doughnut rim. **MWAH** **CHU** **CHU** **SCHLUUUUUUUURP**

Zee Zee wrapped her arms around the bottom-heavy underside to pull herself deeper into the massive cow cheeks. To press her lips harder on its weak ASSHOLE.

"MMMMMNNNNNNNNGH~!! FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK~!!" The heifer cried, "FUCK-NGH~!! SUCKING UP MY AAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS~~!!!" If she could barely handle Zee Zee blowing her cock, she had no chance at her blowing her ASS.

Veronica Cale received her bearings and knelt, facing the Minotauress. The mighty beast with a brutish dick was now pitifully mewling at a little bit of MOUTH-TO-ASS.

And Veronica's world went white as she took a point-blank geyser of bull cum.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~~!!!

“Eb ot desoppus era uoy erehw ot kcab og.”

The near-comatose Minotauress was transported back home. Zatanna couldn't see that, however. Only now was the glaze in her eyes receding, and her mind was returning to clarity. It was the Slut-Brain that took over her as she was nearly made into a cock-toy. The addled state of lust was what drove her to eat out that she-bull's ASS** **and french it like a long-time lover.

The first thing she saw was the mound of jizz that was Veronica Cale. She was thoroughly blanketed in the boiling, virile white. Its trajectory covered her and the rest of the stage behind her up to the end, getting even to the dance floor proper.

The cum-drenched CEO was entirely ****, trembling in orgasm after orgasm, belly bloated from the cum that got inside her mouth, and was gushing outside of it like a waterfall.

"Kacb reh tup," Zatanna transported Veronica Cale back into her booth, her well-battered head resting on her volleyball arm candy's lap. Said co-ed lovingly stroked her owner-mommy's hair regardless of the spooge.

All of the audience was well-drenched in debauchery. The front rows were as **** and cum painted as Veronica, and the rest were panting, moaning, and all but mad with lust. Many blatantly stroking or fingering themselves or others. Those at the edges got off their seats to drop-squat and twerk the last of their brains.

All but Power Bottom, who looked highly pleased.

Thank goodness! At least she hasn't succumbed to this debasement that Zatanna "unwittingly" created.

The debasing sorcerer herself, despite having avoided the bullish fucking, looked like she had a marathon in bed. Her fucked-outta-bedhair, her dripping eyeliner, and smudged lipstick. Her jacket was hanging off her shoulders, the rips in her stocking, her vest was blown open, and all but the last button of her shirt had burst off, her braless tits inches from popping out.

She could barely stand, not from exhaustion but from desperately trying to contain the NEED FOR DICK~~!!!

Zatanna was starting to think being in the heaviest, headiest concentration of this corrupting, powerful, perverted fuck-**** was a bad idea. She had to admit this was well beyond her control. The best thing to do would be to get the hell out of here! Make a tactical retreat, get some help from Xanadu, The Shadowpact…

…Goddess, even Jonni too.

But this realization came too late as her magic went off on its own, casting her final trick.

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