With a Room Full of Men, I Wonder

Zatanna could guess what was going to happen next but know what was coming and being able to do anything about it were two different things. She was about to make her third movie, and with all the men around the studio, Zatanna could guess the main theme. The fact that each man now had a longer, thicker penis that could deliver twice the load because of a spell she had cast played on Zatanna's mind. The extra endurance she had given them made her nerves even more frayed.

This film was being shot in a warehouse with a very simple premise. Some men wore a balaclava to hide their identity, others did not. In total there were 15 men. "Look at what we've got." said one man, holding the briefcase of diamonds to the camera.

"Nice," said another.

"Fuckin' easy," said a third.

"You are all going to prison," said a forth. This voice belonged to Zatanna. She kicked open a door to make her dramatic entrance. She stood with hands on hips in a traditional superheroine pose.

"Get her!" shouted the first man. Three men charge but they were easily subdued. It was part of the script.

"Give it up," said Zatanna returning her hands to her hips.

A man approached Zatanna from behind. Even though he was supposed to be quiet she could hear his every step. He put a hand over her mouth. "Quick!" he shouted, "Before she can cast a spell."

Other men rushed in. Soon Zatanna found herself overpowered. The first man, who was acting like the gang leader approached her with a ring gag. "Hold her nose," he ordered. One of the men did. Zatanna tried to hold out but eventually she opened her mouth to breath. The gag was immediately thrust into her mouth. As the gag was tied, Zatanna realised she would no longer be able to cast any spells. It was from this point that there was no longer a script.

Anthony had wanted this to look as realistic as possible. As such he had given Davy the instructions to tell Zatanna that once she was gagged she could fight as much as possible to get free, something that she was currently doing.

Zatanna tried to kick and claw at the men but it was all in vain. Everyone had been briefed about what was to happen. "Okay guys," Max had told all the men, "This is Zatanna. You all saw what magic shit she was doing. Anthony's got her acting as his bitch. I don't know how so don't ask. It just means you can go no-holds barred, you can fuck the bitch, you can be as ruthless as you like."

"She put my brother in jail," said one of the men.

"And you can get your ****."

Zatanna fought but she was outnumbered. Someone punched her hard in the gut. She doubled over. Before she could recover someone put her in a full Nelson. Another man walked up to her and with a grin ripped her top open. Zatanna screamed into her gag. This started a frenzy and soon all her clothes were ripped from her body or cut away with a knife. Her fishnet stockings were ripped open at the crotch. "I'm first," said a man looking hatefully into Zatanna's eyes. This was the man whose brother was in prison because of Zatanna, not that she knew this. Without any preamble he thrust his shaft deep into her love tunnel. Even with a gag, Zatanna's screams could be heard. Without mercy the man fucked Zatanna.

Due to his magically increased stamina, he lasted longer that he normally would. "Fuck!" he shouted finally, exploding deep into Zatanna's womb. She let out a quiet sob as she was dropped to the floor. Before she had a chance to recover someone grabbed Zatanna's hair and dragged her over to a wooden crate. She was lifted up and unceremoniously dumped onto the crate. Her head hung off one side and her legs off the other. Zatanna looked up only to see a set of cock and balls hovering above her face. Before she could do anything, the cock moved back and darted forward, entering her open mouth. Zatanna gagged as it hit the back of her throat. The owner of the cock seemed determined to get it all the way down her throat. Zatanna's gag reflex was determined to stop that from happening. However there was only going to be one winner and it wasn't Zatanna.

While one man was fucking Zatanna's face, another was dropping his pants and lining up his dick with her pussy. The brief had been to 'fuck Zatanna raw,' something he was more than happy to do. With a single thrust he entered her cunt. Zatanna groaned around the cock in her mouth but there was very little she could do. "Wank me off bitch!" someone shouted as he grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock. When she failed to respond, he twisted a nipple hard and spat, "I said 'wank me off bitch!'" Zatanna started to move her hand. A moment later her other hand was wrapped around a cock.

The men were all criminals. Most of them had been done for **** and/or **** to women. It made them perfect for the job. Most of the films Anthony had made were **** in nature. Over the years he had created a unique client base of people who wanted stuff that mainstream porn didn't provide. They wanted bondage and BDSM, they wanted **** and ****, they wanted women bruised and broken and begging for mercy. Most professional male porn stars cared about the welfare of their co-stars. These men didn't. As a result it made them perfect for the role. These men had no remorse.

At this point Zatanna couldn't have resisted even if she wanted to. There was always at least one cock in one of her holes. It was normally two or three. Her gag had been removed but she was powerless to do anything as another dick pounded the back of her throat. Her cheeks, tits and ass were red from all the slapping they had received. It was never ending. Another cock slid straight into her pussy and her nipples were severely twisted by its owner. Zatanna was in Hell.

Davy watched what was going on. He had thought it would be fun to get one up on a superheroine but now that it was happening he had his doubts. He saw a load being fired down Zatanna's throat only for her to gag and spit some of it over her face. Her face was slapped hard because she didn't swallow it all. Davy then saw Zatanna's eyes make contact with his own. Even though no words were spoken Davy could hear her thoughts: please help me. With her eyes Zatanna was begging him for help. It was too much for him, Davy turned and left the studio. Tiny watched him leave.

Outside Davy took three deep breaths to compose himself. "We need to talk." Davy jumped as a meaty hand landed on his shoulder.

"W-what about?"

"You going soft."

"I'm not going soft," said Davy trying to sound as confident as possible.

Tiny ignore what Davy said. "You are not like me and Anthony, not as experienced, not as hard. But if that bitch had her way you'd be doing the same time as us. How's that fair? Listen, if Superman showed up we'd all take a beaten but if we had kryptonite, he'd take the beaten. This is what's happenin'. For some reason you're her kryptonite. She is getting a beaten then you are going to send the bitch on her way. She is gonna recover and we, me, you and Anthony are gonna be rich 'cos of the diamonds. After today everything will go back to normal. You get it?"

Davy took a few more breaths. "Yeah, I get it." Davy didn't really get it.

"Listen, gangbanging or whatever that shit is in there ain't my thing but, fuck, sometimes it's needed. You get it?"

"I get it." This time he understood a bit better.

"We need you for this."

"I won't let you down," said Davy. He couldn't see Tiny's smile as they returned to the warehouse.

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Zatanna was airtight with another man straddling her stomach, giving himself a titjob. Out of the corner of her eye Zatanna could see Davy return, only now he was different. Before she could tell he was the odd one out. When she had given him a blowjob he was uncertain of himself unlike Tiny and Anthony. Zatanna thought she might be able to appeal to him, his **** nature however the way he now looked at her she knew that was no longer the case. Zatanna moaned as she could feel another load being deposited in her pussy.

Davy watched as it went on and on. Cock after cock was thrust into Zatanna's mouth. Dick after dick pounded her pussy. Shaft after shaft mined her rear. Her tits were slapped and pinched. Her butt spanked. There was nothing left untouched. Davy felt himself get immune to it all, and then aroused. He watched as one cameraman went up to have his fun. When he returned a second went up to join the men that were already on stage. Everyone got their chance with Zatanna.

Zatanna just lay there, there was nothing she could do. Everything ached. Her throat was red raw, her pussy and ass had been violated more time then she could count. Her body had been abused and still there seemed to be no end in sight. Only when Zatanna looked up to see that the cock she was sucking belonged to Max did she have some hope that her ordeal was coming to and end.

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Max looked around the studio. Despite the extra stamina all the men looked exhausted. It was time to call it. The only person still fucking was the man whose brother Zatanna had put behind bars. He was currently ramming her ass, slapping her tits and calling her every name under the sun. Finally even he had his fill as he withdrew and shot his load all over Zatanna's tits. "Get a close up of her," Max ordered. A cameraman rushed over to where Zatanna lay and panned the camera up and down her cum soaked body. He nodded at Max. "And cut!" announced Max after four hours of filming.

Zatanna couldn't move even if she wanted to. She was vaguely aware of Anthony ordering everyone to leave but that was it. She was broken as she knew it. They could do anything and she would do it. They could ask her to reveal her greatest secret and she would reveal it. Zatanna lay still waiting for her fate to be decided.

Zatanna was vaguely aware of Davy, Tiny and Anthony approaching.