An embarrassing ritual

Zari couldn't quite suppress a whimper.

At least it was almost over, she told herself. It couldn't get any worse even if it wasn't, but at least it was almost over.

Sara had led her down to a wide open space in the ship's lab, where Constantine had painted out a complicated looking glyph on the ground. At various points on the side were bowls of various ingredients, components for the spell.

She was expected to lie in the middle; according to Constantine, she was the focus for the spirit they were trying to banish, so she had to be at the heart of the spell too.

Which would be bad enough, but then there was the fact each of the bowls apparently needed to be held by someone. Nate, Ray, Mick, one left for Sara, and rounding out the six were Ava Sharpe and Gary joining from the Time Bureau. All of which left John to perform the spell, and so seven pairs of eyes all crowding around Zari's naked body.

She bit her lips, cheeks aflame. Whimpering was only going to make this more humiliating.

"Lie back, luv," Constantine said. "All be over soon."

He moved away, preparing some mix of incense. Zari tried not to squirm.

She lay on her back, her arms by her sides, hyperaware of the fact that every inch of her was in full view and that apparently she couldn't do anything about it while she was waiting for the spell to start and work.

A slight squeal escaped her lips. Just get it over with.

Sara, meanwhile, moved away to check with John.

"Everything ready?" she said. She kept her voice low; it was better if Zari didn't overhear, she didn't want her to worry. "Sure it'll work?"

"Sure as I can be," Constantine said. "Tricky stuff, this."

"Does she really need to be... like that?" Sara gestured.

"On her back?" Constantine said. He shrugged. "Nah, could be curled up in a ball for all the ritual cares, just so long as she's in the circle. Just more fun like this."

Sara glanced sideways. Zari's dress sense was normally rather conservative, so to see her like this... well, it was a good view.

"Just checking," Sara said, voice still low.

John winked.

Then, after setting the incense alight, he turned back to face the circle. Sara was already in place, six people kneeling with their ingredients all around the mortified Zari.

"Should be easy," Constantine said. "From what I've seen, this thing's bloody weak for a dawn of time beastie. With the dog popping up all over the place, not hard to target it. Ready for the fireworks?"

"Just do it!" Zari yelped.

It took everything she had to not, at the very least, conceal her pussy. But, no, apparently even that couldn't stay hidden any longer, her most private spots exposed.

She squirmed, staring straight up at the ceiling in a vain attempt at denial, pretending that everyone wasn't getting a good long look at her.

Over her Constantine started reciting some long-dead language, guttural sounds echoing.

The Waverider shook; after a moment, the lights in the lab went out. He still chanted when the illumination was a burning orange that emanated from his hands.

Zari whimpered, more from embarrassment than any fear of the spell.

Sara swore she glimpsed a canine face in the shadows. Then, as she watched, it started to dissolve, fragments fading away.

Slowly the lights came back on. Zari stared up still, wide-eyed.

"Is it over?" she said, mortified both by her state and how high her voice was.