Magic

When Anthony had told Max that he had Zatanna under his control, Max didn't believe him. However when Anthony said jump, everyone jumped. Max was no exception. Even though he didn't believe Anthony had Zatanna under his control, he still set up the studio as if it were the case. Max figured he would be paid either way so told Anthony he needed an hour to set things up. "It will take about an hour to get the usual crew together to do the filming and stuff," Max said with a shrug of the shoulders. Anthony had said he wanted it set up now but Max was more pragmatic. Max did not like to make promises he couldn't keep.

"How many co-stars can you get in that time?" Anthony asked.

"One, maybe two."

"Not good enough," was Anthony's curt reply.

Max took his phone away from his ear an stuck his middle finger up at it. Returning it to his ear Max continued, "Why don't we get her to do a solo flick first or possibly girl on girl before making the one you want. That way I have more time to round up the numbers. She's a hero, she can take it." There was a pause from the other end.

"Do it," said Anthony before hanging up.

"Yes sir, Mr. Bossman," said Max to his blank phone. He added a mock salute for his own gratification. Max hated being at Anthony's beck and call. Sighing, he started making phone calls as he headed to the studio.

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Max had actually hired twice as many people as usual. He did this as a 'fuck you' to Anthony who would have to pay the extra hands. However when Anthony turned up with a woman who looked a lot like Zatanna, even if she was a mess, Max was glad he had hired extra helpers. 'Even if it's not the real one, I'd still pay to fuck her,' thought Max. When, in front of his eyes, Zatanna used her magic to smarten herself up and repair her torn clothing, Max knew she was the real deal. Over the years Max had done enough solo porn scenes to be able to direct them with his eyes closed. It meant that he could get more men in to make the movie Anthony wanted. Half way through the first film, Max's mind began to wander and he came up with an interesting idea. He suggested it to Anthony. The smile on Anthony's face was that big it was like he had been crowned as the World's Greatest Criminal.

As Zatanna continued her self-torment with a large black dildo, Max messaged and called as many of the regulars as possible. There was only one person who said no. Everything was coming together nicely for Max.

"And cut," said Max after he was happy that he had enough footage. Zatanna spat out the butt plug that she had been cleaning in her mouth and dropped to her knees with exhaustion. Max was turned on by how dishevelled the heroine was. Max watched as Anthony sent Davy over to Zatanna. He didn't know what was said between the two but Max was convinced he saw the heroine get smaller, not physically but in terms of confidence. Max found this interesting. He had hear of tales of superheroes being broken, urban legends if you will, but he had never believed in them. All of a sudden he was wondering whether he could be the one to break Zatanna.

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"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen," boomed Zatanna as if she was doing her usual stage show. The stage had actually been set to look like she was performing her usual magic routine. Zatanna knew she would be performing magic but it was not the kind she was used to. "And welcome to tonight's show. I, Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic, will be performing for you tonight. Tonight I shall put on a show so spectacular you won't believe you eyes. I can feel myself getting wet so let's begin!" Zatanna took a bow as if accepting applause from an imaginary audience. She only wished the cameras were imaginary too.

In Zatanna left ear, hidden by her hair, was an airpod. This meant that Max's instructions were coming directly into her ear and weren't being picked up by the microphones, of which there were several. Max had increased the number of microphones as he wanted everything Zatanna said to be loud and clear. There would only be one chance to capture everything. Anthony had already explained that today was a one-shot job. Things could be edited but Zatanna wouldn't return.

"Firstly, I need to be dressed correctly for the show. What's that you say?" asked Zatanna cupping her ear to an imaginary audience. "I'm already dressed. Well indeed I am," she said while doing a slow pirouette, swaying her hips. "But I need to be sexy for tonight's performance. What's that you say?" asked Zatanna cupping her ear again. "I am dressed sexily for tonight's performance. Why, thank you," gushed Zatanna as she struck a few sexy poses. "You're too kind. What a great audience." Zatanna blew kisses into the non-existent crowd. "But I can be sexier." Zatanna turned her back on the audience, spread her legs and grabbed her ankles. Looking back at the camera she slowly caressed the back of her legs until she reached the bottom of her butt. "Much sexier," she said with a wink then slapped her butt with both hands.

Max was hard, the hardest he had ever been in his life. Seeing Zatanna recreating what he was imagining in his mind was surreal. In the time taken to finish one shoot and start another, Max had scribbled down some lines that he wanted Zatanna to say, some poses he wanted her to hold and some tricks he wanted her to perform. Max only had the basics planned and hoped he could come up with more things as they went along. Unfortunately for Zatanna Max was creative and perverted: a very bad combination for her.

Zatanna held a cloth in front of her crotch. It was big enough to cover her briefs from the camera. "My first trick is going to be a disappearing trick," she announced. 'I wish I could disappear,' Zatanna thought to herself. Instead she whispered a spell and whipped the cloth away to reveal her briefs had disappeared and her black thong was now on show. "Not a bad first trick I'm sure you'll agree," said Zatanna with her hands on her hips, showing off her thong even more. "But the real question is," Zatanna paused for effect, "Is it a matching set?" Zatanna took her tux jacket off and put it on back-to-front, obscuring the main camera's view of her shirt. She cast a spell then removed her jacket and swung it around in the air before throwing it across the stage. Her hands returned to her hips. "Looks like they match to me. What do you guys think?" she asked the imaginary audience. Zatanna was stood on the stage with her hands on her hips wearing only her black top hat, white gloves, black underwear, fishnets and heels.

Despite her best efforts, Zatanna continued to put on a great performance. Davy had told her, no demanded that she perform like she was showing off to other heroes, that she was having the time of her life. As a result when she heard Max's voice in her ear saying "Lose the shirt," instead of just taking it off, Zatanna had covered it from the camera's view and used her magic to make it disappear. Everything Zatanna did was exaggerated and intended to show off and entertain her peers. She heard Max's next direction in her year. The smile somehow stayed on her face. However this was one show Zatanna hoped no one would ever see.

Zatanna held her top hat in front of her crotch, obscuring the view of her thong. "You have seen that my underwear matches but does everything?" she asked with another wink. Zatanna twirled her hat as she placed it back atop of her head. Her thong had now vanished. "Seems everything matches," said Zatanna as she ran two fingers through her pubic hair before twisting a lock of her hair. The curtains matched the drapes. "Seems I'm a natural." Zatanna pulled her bra straps down and off her arms. The black bra still covered her breasts. She once again held her hat in front of her body only to reveal a moment later that her bra was no longer covering her titties. "A true natural," continued Zatanna as she bounced on her feet. This made her tits wobble and bounce, showing them off as natural. Just in case anyone was in doubt, Zatanna cupped her breasts in her hands, bent forward and squeezed and shook her boobs for the camera. There was no doubt that her hair and chest were natural.

Zatanna stood straight and put her hands on her hips. "I say I'm a natural but," she placed her right hand over her bush, held it there for a moment before returning it to her hip. "You can never trust your eyes." Zatanna was now sporting a blonde landing strip. Next she placed her right hand over her strip, held it there for a moment before returning it to her hip. Now Zatanna had a red triangle pointing down to her pussy. She gave the camera a wink. "The big question is." Both hands now covered her new red triangle before moving to reveal her new hairstyle. "Was it all an illusion?" Zatanna crotch was now as smooth as a baby's bottom; she was completely clean shaven.

"When magicians make things disappear everyone always think there are hidden pockets but as you can see there is nothing here," said Zatanna showing the camera under her top hat, "Nothing here," she said shaking her boobs with her hands. Her hands moved to her crotch. "There's nothing ... ooooh!" Zatanna inserted her index finger and thumb into her pussy. "There looks like there's something here." With a dramatic flourish, Zatanna pulled her thong from her pussy. She brought it to her nose and gave a deep sniff. "Smell like mine," Zatanna said in a cheeky manner. She gave them a second smell before giving them a kiss and throwing them at the main camera.

Anyone looking at the stage would have thought that Zatanna was willingly trying to give the performance of her life. In reality she wanted the ground beneath her feet to open and swallow her whole. The directions from Max were getting worse yet somehow Zatanna maintained an award-winning smile on her face. The latest one really testing that.

"Doing a show is obviously hard work so I'm thirsty quite a lot of the time. I don't know about you guys but I like to get my daily intake of proteins." While it was true that Zatanna liked her protein shakes it was not what Max had said in her ear. Zatanna made a show of proving nothing was in her hat before placing it on the table next to her. She tapped it three times with her wand before lifting it to reveal a glass beneath it. A glass that was full. A glass that was full of protein. "100% pure semen," declared Zatanna, showing the glass to the camera so there could be no doubt. "Bottoms up!" Zatanna said as she brought the glass to her lips. Her stomach felt sick even before the first drop had passed her lips yet she could do nothing to stop herself. Her orders where to put on the best show possible so Zatanna began to gulp down the spunk.

Max's perverted mind was working overtime. He was making half suggestions and watching as Zatanna turned them into full blown fantasies. "Lose the shirt. Get rid of your thatch. Pull your panties out your pussy. Drink a cup of cum. Sword swallow a giant dildo. Stick pins in your tits. Do a trick with a rampart rabbit."

Zatanna could not remember a greater **** of her magical powers. She was one of the most powerful magicians of all time yet she was using her ability for the amusement of a perverted man. The more things Max suggested, the more helpless Zatanna felt and the more obscene the performance became. When Zatanna began her X-rated magical show there had only been a few people watching, by the time she finished her latest act there was over a dozen men gawking at her. She watched as Anthony gave Max a signal. A voice sounded in her ear. "Okay bitch this is your last one. I want a ****-defying escape from a vat of spunk."

The smile never left Zatanna's face as the words '****-defying escape from a vat of spunk' entered her brain. In itself, not a difficult trick as she had done a similar one, only with water. In her mind Zatanna had already pictured the set-up and knew everything she needed could be brought on stage. With a spell everything she needed became available, out of the camera's view. The upcoming level of self-inflicted humiliation would be something Zatanna never thought she would suffer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you have enjoyed tonight's show," Zatanna said taking a bow. There was an audible groan from the floor as her audience had grown as the show progressed. She was wearing her top hat, gloves, fishnets and heels but this only added to her feeling of nakedness. It also helped identify her as Zatanna. "However before you go there is one last trick I have for you." She turned to the side and made a show of using telekinesis to bring her final item on stage. It wasn't really telekinesis, it was wheels and a motor but it looked good. The contraption that came on stage was one of Zatanna's actual props. In one of her regular acts she would bind herself, enter the tank and try to escape as it filled with water. She would be doing a similar thing only with a thick gooey white liquid rather than the clear water she was used to. The contraption was essentially two tanks, one on top of the other. Usually the top one was filled with water and would slowly fill up the bottom tank. This time there was a change. There was a sign on the top tank that read: sperm donated by over 10,000 horny men. This was untrue as Zatanna had just magicked a full tank but it added to the show.

Next came the bondage. Normally Zatanna would have an assistant to help dress her but for now she was on her own. She gave the audience a commentary of what she was doing to add to the suspense. First she put on the ankle spreader, narrating to the crowd as she went. This was part of her usual routine and her feet were now over a metre apart. Next came something just for this show. Out of her top hat Zatanna produced two clamps with twine attached. She clamped one to each of her pussy lips and tied the string to her big toes. This gave the camera a beautiful shot of her hanging breasts as she tied the twine to her toes and a intimate view of her spread pussy. The twine was as taut as it could be for maximum effect and discomfort. Next she wrapped rope around her breasts and added nipple clamps. This would not impede her escape attempt up it would look good and added to the show. Zatanna pulled a collar from her hat which read 'Magic Whore'. She made sure the camera could see it before fastening it loosely around her neck. She then threaded a pair of handcuff through the back of the collar. Zatanna then tightened the collar and picked up the spider gag.

"All that is left for me to do is gag and cuff myself. I will then enter the bottom vat. When a do, a valve will open and what's in the top vat will flow into the bottom vat. As you can see the top tank is filled with semen. Lots of semen. If I don't want to swallow more then a cheap whore that can't say no then I will need to go. However, so I can't be accused of cheating," Zatanna turned her back to the camera, bent over, took her magic wand and slowly inserted it into her ass. She used a spell to relax her ass and reduce the pain. When her wand was half buried, Zatanna stood and threw her hat half way across the stage. Zatanna cast her final two spells. "Wish me luck," she said before putting on the spider gag and cuffing her hands behind her back. She could no longer cast any spells. For her first spell a rope with a hook dropped down from the ceiling. It hooked onto the ankle spreader. Zatanna quickly dropped onto her back as the rope began to lift. Soon she was suspended upside down and heading to the vat. When she was lowered into the tank, the rope broke and Zatanna landed with a thump. Before she could react the valve opened and semen started to flood the tank.

Zatanna was under the valve when it first opened so got a mouthful of spunk. Zatanna let the male seed hit the top of her head, covering her in white goo. She made a show of thrashing around, looking helpless, looking like she might fail. The cameras zoomed in. Zatanna made it to her knees, then to her feet. The sperm was now knee-high. Zatanna was glad she was standing. Her throat and eyes were stinging because of all the spunk. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and focus her mind. Sperm when flying from her hair as she whipped it around. Soon Zatanna could feel the warm sperm on her open pussy. It was disgusting. All Zatanna wanted to do was escape yet she couldn't, not until the last possible moment.

Zatanna made a show of trying to get out of the cuffs. She twisted this way and that. She dropped to her knees only to get another mouthful of spunk. She quickly stood. Zatanna pressed her tits against the glass as she continued to struggle. A camera zoomed in on her squashed boobs. Zatanna had no reason to do such a thing but it looked good on camera therefore it made the show better therefore she had to do it.

The white fluid kept on rising. Zatanna made a show of falling in it before breaking the surface again. Sperm was now dripping off her hair, nose and chin. Man juice was deep in her ears and her nose. The airpod had been long lost and Zatanna doubted Max would want it back. The sperm rose from her crotch, to her belly button, to her chest, to her neck. Zatanna disappeared under the white viscous liquid only to emerge a moment later without the spider gag. "This is cutting it fine," she shouted in dispair. "Maybe there is only one way out." Zatanna began to gulp mouthfuls of sperm. She felt sick doing so. The level reached her chin. "Does anyone have a straw?" Zatanna shouted as she tilted her head back. All this was done for maximum effect. The sperm covered her chin, then her mouth, her eyes, and finally her nose. Zatanna pushed up and out the spunk to take one final breath before being fully submerged. For the next 30 seconds Zatanna pressed her boobs against the glass. Every camera focused on them as they were the only things visible in the thick opaque fluid. Zatanna took a step back and she was gone from sight. Every camera was focused on a large, murky vat of sperm.

Normally when performing this trick with water, Zatanna would take one final breath and after 30 seconds she would stop moving, stop struggling to get free. Her assistances would make a big show about trying to get her out. They would drop a curtain in front of the tank to hide her 'dead' body. This would give Zatanna the cover she needed to perform the magic. However, Zatanna didn't have any assistances or curtains so she could rely on her usual methods.

However she wasn't drowning in water.

The man who was operating the main camera found he could no longer control his actions. Instead of focusing the camera on the bottom tank he found himself raising the camera to focus on the top tank. As he looked through the lens her saw a pair of boobs appear against the glass. They started to move up and down, left and right. Soon a tongue joined in, licking the residue for the glass. Then arms and legs appeared against the glass. They began to wipe away the sperm that was stuck to the glass. Soon an image of Zatanna appeared. Her black hair was now white with sperm. She made a show of wiping vast quantities of sperm from her body. She turned and pressed her ass against the glass. Then Zatanna disappeared for view, behind an opaque section of the glass.

Before Zatanna had put on the glass she had cast a spell that when she clicked her fingers she would be teleported to the top vat. Normally she wouldn't have been able to do something as simple because everyone could see, hence the need for a curtain. However, because nobody could see through the sperm she could teleport form one vat to the other without any problem. The only tricky part was removing the spider gag, which something that Zatanna had a lot practice. Once in the top chamber, Zatanna had made the restraints vanish. She had danced against the glass to reveal herself, making sure a camera had captured it all.

The rope descended into the top vat. Moments later it began to rise with Zatanna holding on. She was once again fully dressed with every hair in place and without a crease in her shirt. Her hat was on her head and her briefs were around her waist. The rope gently lowered her to the stage. Letting go Zatanna took a few purposeful steps forward. "Thank you, you've been a great audience." There was genuine applause for the floor. "Thank you, thank you. I've been Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic and I hope to see you all again. Thank you." Zatanna continued to bow and wave to the crowd.

"And cut."

Zatanna dropped to the floor. Using her magic had left her weakened. She hear the now familiar approach of Davy.