Only After the One with the Glasses

Anthony ordered everyone out of the studio. Despite the extra stamina that Zatanna had gifted them, all the men were spent so were happy to leave. Only Anthony, Davy and Tiny remained. They walked over to where Zatanna lay sprawled on the ground. If it wasn't for the shallow rise and fall of her chest, none of the men would believe she was actually alive. There were bruises all over her body but especially on her neck, breasts and thighs. Although hidden from view her ass was similarly bruised and battered. The men had been told to be rough with her and nobody had held back. The powerful, confident superheroine that confronted the men in the jewellery store was no more. In her place was a cum-stained broken and beaten woman who struggled to move. Anthony sneered at such a pathetic sight but was still cautious. It was now time to complete the plan Anthony and Tiny had come up with hours ago at Davy's house. Anthony looked at Tiny and nodded. Tiny grabbed Zatanna's hair and lifted her head. She offered no resistance. He dragged her over to a wooden box and propped her up so she was sitting. Anthony crouched down.

"You've been beaten bitch," taunted Anthony. "You've lost and paid the price." Zatanna's eyelids fluttered but beyond that she gave no reaction. Anthony turned his attention to Davy. "Tell her not to come after us. Tell her fear us." Davy nodded.

He looked down at the scene before him; Anthony crouching before a broken Zatanna while Tiny watched on. On some level this all seemed wrong to Davy but at the same time it felt good. He wanted more. As the gangbang started Davy had been sickened by what he saw. However as the hours passed and Zatanna was overwhelmed by the number of cocks, Davy had found himself becoming more turned on by the action and by the end when Zatanna had been nothing more then a cum doll for the men to deposit their seed, Davy had to fight the urge to join them. It was a line he was not comfortable crossing.

However Davy also saw something else. As he looked down, he looked at Zatanna's ear and could see into her ear and into her mind. Yet it looked different. Somehow he knew this was different from when he looked into her eyes, almost like he was seeing another part of her mind. Finally Davy spoke. "You do not want to come after us. You do not want to tell anyone about us or what happened today. You have no desire to get **** and you have a fear about us releasing the videos to the world so you think it's better that you do nothing."

Zatanna had been completely out of it. She had retreated into her own world as she was **** time and time again. She had tried to resist as long as possible but eventually it was too much. She could not use her magic. When she scratched someone or lashed out, she was hit and slapped in return so she stopped fighting and let the men have their way. Zatanna wasn't even aware Max had said 'cut'. When Tiny pulled her hair she let it happen. She heard Anthony's voice but it meant nothing. Then she heard what Davy said. Heard and felt. It penetrated the fog. His words went straight into her mind, deep into her brain. Zatanna's eyes shot open. She saw Anthony but didn't see him. All that mattered was what Davy was saying. Zatanna had heard about the glasses, she thought she knew how they worked and what they did. Only now she realised she didn't know everything. Zatanna could feel her whole person changing.

Anthony waited until Davy had finished talking before grabbing Zatanna by the chin. She **** her eyes to look into his. He blew into her eyes and smiled with the rapid blinking he caused. Anthony knew that he had Zatanna's complete attention. "Okay. You are going to disappear now and if I ever see you again you'd better fuckin' beg me to fuck every hole or I'm making sure the whole world gets to see what a cock-loving whore you are. Understand." Zatanna's head moved up and down. The reason Zatanna's head moved wasn't that she agreed or had the energy to move her head, it was because Anthony was moving her head for her. Anthony stood and looked at Davy. With a nod, Davy understood what he had to do. It was now Davy's turn to crouch in front of Zatanna.

Davy knew what he needed to do. He opened his mouth but he wanted to fuck Zatanna in one last way. Looking deep into her eyes Davy said, "I want you to put your hat on my head and your wand at my feet."

Zatanna hadn't meant to keep her eyes open or watch Davy as he lowered himself to her eye-level. However her mind had switched off, Zatanna no longer thought about her actions. Her body reacted before her mind had caught up. She crawled to where her wand lay. That had been shoved in various orifices multiple times. The first time someone had shouted, "Now this is proper magic!" had cut Zatanna inside however she soon became desensitised to it. As Zatanna picked the wand up, it seemed to mock her, to show how far she had fallen. Zatanna had to crawl a bit further to get her hat which had been knocked off and kicked away during the initial scene. Zatanna did as instructed; she crawled back to Davy and put her top hat on his head and her wand at his feet.

Davy continued. "You are going to teleport yourself to wherever you live. When you get there you will not leave for the next twelve hours, use magic for the next twelve hours or communicate with anyone for the next twelve hours." Davy hoped he thought of everything. He picked up the wand and, looking Zatanna in the eyes, said, "Teleport yourself home." He tapped her on the head with each syllable to add insult to injury.

"Emoh em tropelet," said Zatanna with a raspy voice. It felt like she was using the last of her magic. Zatanna felt the spell take its effect.

"Why'd you keep that stuff?" Anthony asked once Zatanna had vanished, pointing to the the top hat and wand.

Davy shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. 'Cos." He turned and walked off. Davy felt drained. It felt like it had been the longest day of his life. All Davy could think about was his bed.

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Zatanna materialised in her own home and immediately dropped to her knees. She could remember the last time she felt this broken. Everything ached. She felt drained from using so much magic. It wasn't so much the spells or the number of spells but the self humiliation that made her feel drained. It seemed to Zatanna that every spell she had casted today had been used against her. Zatanna struggled to her feet and staggered to her bedroom. Bouncing off a few walls, Zatanna opened her bedroom door and nearly fell into her room. Using the wall for support she looked at herself in the mirror. The figure looking back caused Zatanna to shed a tear. Her reflection's hair was a mess and matted with cum. Her cheeks were red because they had been slapped so many times. Her make-up was smeared around her cum covered face. Zatanna lowered her eyes. She briefly glanced at the bruises on her sore neck before looking at her breasts. Bruises were clearly visible there too as well as dried spunk and a lot of redness. Zatanna lowered her eyes further still to look at the damage done to her womanhood. The puffiness only told part of the reason why there was a dull ache coming from her crotch. Zatanna quickly turned her head to avoid seeing the whole picture.

Zatanna collapsed onto her bed and pulled the covers over her body. She didn't even bother taking her heels off. Before she could think too long about what had happened today, sleep embraced Zatanna and the pain, tiredness and humiliation were no more as she slept a very deep sleep.

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Davy slept a deep sleep too. He had gone through his own emotional turmoil. When he had gotten home, Davy had wondered whether he had crossed a line. When the answer was not the one he wanted Davy poured himself a drink. That only made matters worse as he began to think not whether he had crossed the line but how many lines had he crossed, and how many had he been comfortable crossing. Deciding sleep was the best option, hoping it would bring clarity, Davy downed his drink, stripped off his clothes on the way to his bedroom and lay down. Within seconds of his head touching the pillow Davy was in dreamland.

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"Why'd you keep that stuff?" Davy asked, parroting what Anthony had said yesterday. It was morning. He was sitting at the breakfast table. There was nobody else in the room, or the house for that matter. He was looking down at Zatanna's top hat and wand. "Why'd you keep that stuff?" Davy asked again, hoping an answer would appear out of thin air. Davy took his glasses off and put them on the table. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. Davy's imagination started working overtime. Davy could see himself waving the wand around to music, like he was conducting an orchestra, only to blow his house up or turn people into frogs. He could see the black hat somehow coming to life and creating a portal to Hell. He could imagine demons coming through the portal as he slept and ripping his body to pieces. Davy sighed so more and stood. "I've got to get rid of that stuff," he said aloud. "But where?" 'Who the fuck would want it anyway?' Davy thought. He picked up his glasses. 'Who the fuck ... '

Davy didn't finish the thought. The answer had appeared out of thin air.

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It was 8:00 when Davy stood in front of Mr. King's shop. He was wearing his new glasses. Looking up he noticed that the store was indeed called 'Emperor'. For some reason Davy felt compelled to remove his glasses before entering the shop, almost like he had been told to do so previously. Taking a deep breath, Davy entered the store. Once again the bell rang to signal his presence. "Good morning," said Mr. King without looking up from his desk. Mr. King was in the exact same position as he was yesterday when Davy entered the store. Davy wondered whether he had actually moved. On the desk was some golden rope that seemed to be of interest to Mr. King. "How did you find the glasses?"

"They're good," said Davy. Mr. King smiled as he looked up although it was not a genuine smile. It was the smile of a man mildly amused by a travelling puppet show. Mr. King gave off a weird vibe. "I've got something that might interest you," Davy said quickly, holding up the top hat and wand.

"Family heirloom?" Mr. King's smile never left his face.

"Er, yes." Davy only now realised he hadn't thought of a reason why he had these items or where they came from.

"So Zatanna didn't give them to you after she had been gangraped?"

Davy's mouth fell open. He felt like he was a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Davy's first instinct was to deny everything. Then it was to be outraged at such an accusation. However after seeing the amused smirk on Mr. King's face he just said, "Something like that." Davy then added, "After doing other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah. Other stuff that I told her to do."

"Go on."

"When I looked into her eyes," said Davy, "It was like I could see inside her, see her mind. It also worked when I looked into her ear." Mr. King nodded. "How long do my orders last?"

"Depends on the order and the person. If you tell a weak-willed person to do something everyday for the rest of their life then they will do it regardless of whether they agree with it or not. The stronger a person's will and the more they disagree with what you want the less they are affected. If you order someone of pure heart to kill someone every day then they will kill someone on day one, possibly day two but after that, if they are strong enough, they will stop."

"But they are a murderer or weak." Mr. King nodded. Davy didn't bother finishing the sentence. They both knew the sentence would finish 'there would be no end to the killing.'

"Bring me more items and I shall give you more answers." said Mr. King putting an arm around Davy and ushering him from the store before more questions could be asked. Davy shuddered with the contact. Once outside Davy realised how cold Mr. King's touch made him feel. Davy took a deep breath and walked off.

Inside the store Mr. King smile to himself. "You never to asked the most important question my son." He gave a little chuckle. "You never asked about the price of those glasses." The chuckles gave way to laughter.

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Zatanna woke. She felt like she had the world's worst hang over. Everything ached. She groaned as she rolled over. Closing her eyes only brought back unwanted memories. Zatanna had no concept of time or how long she had been asleep. She wrapped the bedcovers tighter around her body. She stayed like that for a while, listening to the ticking of a distant clock. Zatanna had no intentions of leaving the comfort or safety of her bed but her bladder had other ideas. Knowing she had to go to the bathroom sooner or later Zatanna pulled back her covers. She managed to stand on shaky legs. Even though she wanted to avoid doing so Zatanna looked at herself in the mirror. The bruises looked worse than yesterday and she still had cum stuck to her body. Zatanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Em laeh," she spoke. Zatanna's voice sounded like she had spent all night smoking a lifetime's worth of cigars. However Zatanna could feel the effects of her words instantly. The pain started to fade and when she opened her eyes the bruises and redness that had marked her body were fading. Zatanna still looked a mess but she was feeling better especially since she could once again use her magic. Zatanna headed for the bathroom.

Zatanna was now naked and standing under hot water. She could have wished herself clean but wanted a shower to help her relax. The shower had its desired effect, washing away more than just dirt. Zatanna's mind began to work. She knew she had been ordered not to seek **** and felt fear running through her body when she thought about getting even. She knew the were real dangers if she tried and not just imaginary ones but knew that there must be a way for her to get justice. However that was not her priority. Zatanna shampooed her hair. Running her fingers through her hair, Zatanna focused on her priority. She wouldn't go after the gang, she wouldn't go after an individual. Zatanna shivered as she turned off the water. She knew what she was thinking was dangerous and could end in more humiliation or worse but it was necessary. Zatanna just hope she was up to the job.

Zatanna would go after the glasses.

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Author's Note.

At the moment I have no plans to continue this thread with Zatanna. If anyone wants to continue the story please do so. Also if you have a great scenario please make a suggestion and if I continue the story I'll include it but please make it unique to Zatanna.

I am going to do more with Wonder Woman story as well as more threads with other heroines. If you have a particular heroine you want to be controlled by the glasses then let me know. Either message me directly or leave it in the comments section. Let me know who you want it to star and what Mr. King could take from them. I have the next beauty planned but have nothing written so far. The Zatanna story only happened because I read her name somewhere and got a flash of inspiration.

My plan is to make each thread part of a larger plot. It's ambitious but I up for it.

Please feel free to give any feedback even if it's just to let me know that I have made a typo!