Story Chapter: New Plans and Orders. Zatanna and Babs are now Toys for his Masters

As Bruce woke up the next morning, Zatanna was still in his arms. Without waking her, he reached for his cell phone to see if he had any new messages. In fact, his phone was literally flooded with completely useless and unimportant messages. While deleting or casually answering one after another, he got out of bed and walked around the room.

"Good morning, Bruce!" he finally heard Zatanna breathe who must have woken up. Naked except for her collar, she was lolling on the bed. "I hope you got some rest." She grinned, but Bruce only raised his hand to indicate her silence. Obediently, she watched as he went through the messages and then slammed the phone down on the table in a huff.

"Damn it!" he hissed angrily, looking at Zatanna. Right now, he didn't even know what to do with her.

"Is everything okay?" she asked in a worried voice.

"I was just hoping to get a message. An important one. Get dressed and then come to the cave!" he said calmly and went on his way. But as he arrived at the cave with nothing but a bathrobe, Zatanna was already waiting there fully dressed. She was wearing pants and matching top.

"How?" he asked, irritated that she had been so quick.

" Magic?" she grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

"And what about the magical barriers that are down here?" he asked, irritated.

"You do realize that I set up those barriers mh?" she laughed amusedly and leaned against the computer. "Don't worry. I'm the only one who can teleport in here."

"Good to know!" he grumbled grumpily and took a seat. He quickly went through his files until he found an email. "Finally!" he breathed, opening the mail. Zatanna turned her head curiously and read along.

"Very good work with Zatanna. We will put her talents to good use." She read there but didn't understand what that meant. "Give her the order to give us a list of powerful artifacts we can use for our plans."

"What do you mean Bruce? Who is this coming from?!" she asked, distraught. How did anyone think to order him to do something.

"It means you're going to make a list of artifacts!" he smiled and turned to her. Immediately she noticed that he had an impressive hard-on and as soon as she heard his words, she felt a shiver run over her body. The collar of course **** her to obey all his commands and yet it was not only that. It was this power that he radiated in such moments. It was a horny feeling to be at his beck and call.

"Of course, Bruce! Whatever you ask." She moaned.

"When you are done, you will come here and give me the list. Also, you're about to get a text message on your cell phone. I order you to follow all the instructions in that message as if they were my own! More. The messages are even above my orders!" he said, shuddering noticeably. His cock visibly began to throb, and he even began to jerk slightly while talking, as if he was getting off on speaking.

"Yes... master!" breathed Zatanna, staring greedily at the cock, "anything you desire!"

"Then what are you still doing here! Move that hot ass of yours! And as soon as you're done with that list, I want you to find Poison Ivy for me!"

"Yes Bruce!" with a quick spell she was suddenly gone, leaving Bruce alone. Satisfied with how she responded, he wrote a new message.

"Zatanna will now obey whatever is sent to her. I have commanded her to obey your orders more than mine. Thus, Zatanna is now completely under your control. Are there any further orders?"

It took almost 15 minutes for an answer this time. To his astonishment, this mail consisted of two attachments this time.

"The first attachment is for Barbara. The second attachment is for you! Inform Alfred that he should wake you up if something requires your attention. Otherwise, you will do nothing but look at the attachment. You have almost succeeded in fixing your mistakes. Keep it up and you'll get your first true orders.

SIGNED. Your owners."

Already full of impatience, he clicked through the various menus and dialed Barbara's number.

"Hey Bruce. What's up, big guy?" he heard her voice on the other end.

"Hey Barbara. What are you doing right now?" he asked with a very excited undertone. He couldn't finish this fast enough to finally get his reward.

"I'm looking for traces of Ivy and trying to figure out where all the guns went. Talia may be in jail, but her guns are already on the street." She said calmly.

"I have a video for you! I think you'll like it." He said, playing with the mouse constantly over the file that was for him. It was awfully hard to resist the urge. But his orders were clear. He couldn't give in.

"A video? Since when you send cat videos?" she laughed, amused.

"Wrong woman. No. A video I think you'll...like! One you should watch when you're alone!"

"Oh!" gasped Barbara as she realized what he meant. "Send it to me right away!" she said hastily. "I'll look at it right away."

"Very well!" he said and hung up. Immediately after, he sent the mail, informing Alfred that he did not want to be disturbed, and took a seat in the chair. The anticipation made him tremble slightly when he was finally allowed to open the file.

For the next few hours he sat staring spellbound at the monitor and listened to a digitally distorted voice seducing him through 2 headphones. On the monitor he saw alternating images of the 2 breasts and then again images of himself in the hotel. A part of him recognized the irony that now exactly the technique was used against him with which he had enslaved Barbara. So not only had they made a video for Barbara, but they had also improved their own technique with his. The optical illusions were intoxicating and beguiling, so much so that he didn't want to wake up from them. Highly erotic scenes were inserted over and over again. The whole time he was in a state of permanent horniness and yet unable to give himself the redeeming orgasm, because he simply could not move. Although his cock was by now painfully erect, he could not shake the intoxicating feeling of submission.

Meanwhile, in Barbara's apartment.

As soon as the mail account informed her of a new email, Barbara was already opening it. To her great delight, it was exactly what she had hoped for. A video of him jerking off. She didn't even mind that it was the same video she had downloaded. The thought of Bruce sending her something like that was incredibly horny. But while she watched him jerking off in his bedroom, the image suddenly changed to him and Kori doing it with each other in the front room.

"Oh, Bruce! You randy goat! It looks like you know exactly what I like!" laughed Barbara with satisfaction. The camera angle wasn't really the best, unfortunately there weren't many cameras that could record at this point, but she could clearly see him fucking her.

Every now and then the picture switched back to the bedroom, at the time she had told him how to get it. Each time the camera zoomed closer to his cock. After a while she hardly noticed that the time between the changes was getting shorter and shorter. She was much too horny and much too busy to push a dildo into her pussy. However, she could not look away.

It didn't take long until she was caught in an optical illusion and in it, she was sitting in the bell tower and not only watching Bruce fucking. At the same time, she had installed cameras in other rooms to watch the people there fucking. She had even tapped into some brothels to get a continuous stream of fuck scenes. All around her were monitors, about 40 in number, and on each of them was a different couple fucking. Some normal people, some corrupt cops getting fucked by cheap hookers. This made them especially horny. The more she lost herself in her hallucination the more voyeuristic the images became.

When she woke up hours later from the hypnotic wall of images, she was completely exhausted and dragged herself to the bathroom with the last of her strength. Lying there, she tried to revive herself with some energy drinks.

Bruce, on the other hand, received updates later in the evening. He finally learned what his big goal would be. It happened exactly at 23:12 when the message came on his cell phone. Already more or less lying in bed he looked at the message. This time it was a larger data packet that he had to decipher with a code that he unlocked only after a few messages.

The file wasn't particularly large, maybe a few pages, but he still had to read it several times. It was as simple as it was brilliant. And also completely impossible to execute in parts. At least with his current capabilities. The first steps were child's play, but the more complex ones... he needed help from Barbara and Zatana. Since he had no idea where Zatanna was at the moment, he called Barbara first.

"What?" she grumbled into the phone.

"Barbara. You have to do something." She heard Bruce's wheezing voice.

"Do what?"

"I want you to hack some cameras and give me access to some databases."

"Is it beyond the usual?" she asked, bored. It just wasn't satisfying to just get into police channels.

"I want you to spy on the sexual behavior of the League. What women or men they're into. Whether they're submissive or dominant. Where they go weak and what turns them on. And of course, whether they cheat on their partners. The best thing would be video footage, of course."

"Oh." she said long-drawn-out. That already sounded much more exciting.

"That's not all. I also want you to check on your father and the other cops. Also, the prisons. I need information about the flow of money from the policemen, whether they take any bribes. Physical, money or ****. I don't care."

"That...sounds great, Bruce. It's a whole new track, though. You don't usually do anything like that, do you?"

"Let's just say I need other people's preferences and I know the thought turns you on, huh? Who knows. Maybe you and I will watch together sometime. If you need new equipment, let me know. I'll expect accurate reports."

"That... sounds good..." she said, sensing how right he was. She wanted to see it. She wanted to watch the others fuck. And Bruce just revealed to him a perfect opportunity to indulge her newfound lust. Immediately thoughts popped into her head of watching Superman fuck Lois, or Diana having a gangbang at the station.

"And if you're good, I'll let you watch me give it to Kori, too. Or I'll tell you which room Dick and her are fucking in. Then we'll watch together, and I'll fuck you while we do it!" Bruce said clearly now, smiling broadly.

" Promise me?" she now moaned lustfully in the bathtub.

"If you do everything, I tell you... yes... So, are we a team?" he asked her while sending her a photo of his cock. Instead of an answer, he got a photo of her pussy underwater, which was perfectly sufficient for him as an answer.

"Do you need something to drink, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred with a smile. He didn't seem to be bothered by what had just been said and shown.

"No. Everything is fine. It looks like Barbara is on our side now.

"That's good news, sir." Smiled Alfred with satisfaction. "But wasn't she always, sir?"

"Yes, she has, but now she will do all her duties and serve me well."

"They'll know what they're doing, Master Wayne." Smiled and nodded. "What do you have in mind for tonight?"

"Hoping for the city to remain quiet. I'm afraid I'm not at maximum performance level yet." He admitted honestly. Fortunately for him, he got his wish. The night passed quietly, and the street fighting had also diminished. The police radio made it clear that many of the smaller gangs were afraid, as it was rumored that Superman was in town. Others were talking about Aqua-Man. But the fact that it was the Teen Titans had not yet hit the streets.

And so Bruce could actually rest a little longer. Various messages arrived at him here and there. Some from his "friends" at the League, others from wealthy Gotham personalities wishing him well. In the meantime, it had leaked out that Playboy had once again taken himself to pieces with a motorcycle. In the reports of his previous accidents was reported and how often the multi-billionaire had already had **** accidents. However, Bruce could only laugh about this. Because the majority of his injuries he had not even shown to the world.

And so, he enjoyed his first day off in months, which he had chosen for himself. And normally, on these days, he would train or overhaul his equipment. But all that was out of the question. In fact, he started working on a list to plan the tasks.

"It's probably Lex!" he laughed, however not even he was that ambitious. "So, it's not the goal to destroy the league at all. I'm just supposed to influence a few specific... Mhm. The list is impressive. Superman, Wonder Woman, Mera, and a few others. What's the point? There are some missing, aren't there? But before that, I'm supposed to infiltrate the official authorities. That sounds interesting," he wondered. Oddly enough, the list didn't include people like Green Lantern or Flash.

However, the goal with Superman was the most difficult to implement. For that, he would need more than just Kryptonite. At the moment he couldn't think of anything. But he would not rest until he could do it.

The following day, too, he found no inspiration. Accordingly grumpy he trotted through the estate, tried to bring himself a little on other thoughts at the training and to Alfred's astonishment he even voluntarily took part in a company meeting. That Bruce Wayne attended a meeting in person was a shock to everyone and that only made the meeting more boring. He wasn't really listening to them anyway. Everything in his head revolved around one question.

Infiltrating governments wasn't as hard as one would think. Thanks to Zatanna, he had a powerful ally there, but some of the plans for the superheroes were pretty hard for him to implement. He would need more than simple magic there.

Leaning on the chair thoughtfully and bored, he tried to come up with a plan.

After the meeting he sat in the car and let Alfred drive him a little through the city. At a small park he got out to mingle a little with the people. He could only partially disappear in the crowd, because of course almost everyone in the city recognized him immediately. But that did not really bother him. With an ice cream cone in his hand, he sat on a park bench and looked at the people as they went about their daily business. Only the vibrating of his cell phone snapped him out of his thoughts, where he had reached more and more of a dead end.

"Hey Bruce. Who are these guys giving me orders here? Some of their requests are pretty... sinister! I finished the list and then they sent me right out to organize something! Bruce! The artifact is dangerous in the wrong hands. I know I'm supposed to obey you, and of course I'm following your wishes, but it's just not the same with them! Bruce! Please. I think your friends are taking advantage of you!" warned Zatanna, and grinning with amusement, Bruce licked his ice cream as he listened. It was almost delicious how her old personality made itself felt. Of course, it was true, after all he had only ordered her to obey his masters.

"Thank you for the warning, Zee. You might be right about her on that one, but you know.... I get totally horny when you follow their orders and that's why I want you to find their orders as fucking wicked as mine and love doing things for them. And in case you're wondering... I COMMAND you... to fulfill their orders with utmost devotion, eagerness and an erotic submission that turns you on!"

"You lecherous fucking piece of shit!" he heard her groan. "I never thought you were such a depraved filthy pig! Mhmm... aren't you going to give me more orders?" she purred lustfully.

"Orders no... but I think I could use your help! I need you to do something for my masters!"

"Masters?" she asked, irritated.

"Of course, Zatanna. Just as you are my little ****, I naturally serve someone greater. And because of that, they now own you too!" he smiled, saying these words much more softly so that no one would hear him. That his cell phone was tapped was completely out of the question. And in case someone would have pointed a directional microphone at him, the poor person would have to listen to some jeering from Germany the whole time. What technology didn't make possible.

"This is getting filthier and filthier. So, the mighty Bruce Wayne is just like me also only a submissive ****? I hope that turns you on as much as it turns me on."

"Oh, you have no idea how much! But I expect an answer, Zee."

"Mmm. Right now, I don't have to do anything for them. I haven't gotten any new instructions yet, so I'm completely at your disposal."

"Very well. It will take me about 1 hour to get to the villa. Come to my bedroom then and bring something with you."

"Anything you command." She breathed more than erotically hoping that she should provide more than just information.

"I need information on spells that can control minds, and large scale... artifacts or something... I'll see you in an hour then."

With that, he hung up and went on his way. If he couldn't think of a technical way, then maybe a magical way. And fortunately, that's exactly what he had Zatanna for. While he was walking towards Alfred in a better mood, it suddenly occurred to him that there might be better uses for Zatanna than just fucking her. She allowed him to explore completely new avenues.

As ordered, Zatanna was already waiting in his bedroom and had brazenly laid down in bed. She was wearing only panties and a bathrobe over them. She tried to look as erotic as possible, which she managed very well.

"There you are at last, Bruce!" she grinned and smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"Can you cast a spell on Superman?" he asked without responding to her seduction, catching a nasty look from her for ignoring her so.

"Of course, I can, but can you be a little more specific? You know he's susceptible to magic, but enchanting is such a broad term. And why do you want to enchant him anyway? Isn't he your best friend?"

"First of all. Because I have a plan and he wouldn't play along with it. Second. You don't have to care about my reasons. I command and you obey!" he smiled to her and then nodded as she looked submissively to the floor. "Did you bring what I asked for?"

"Of course! It wasn't a request, after all!" she said, pointing to a thick tome. "The Book of Shanti. Some of the most powerful mind control spells are in there. So, if you tell me what you're up to, I can help you, otherwise I'll have to guess."

"Mmm. Good point. Is there a spell in there that can **** the inhabitants of an entire city to do something that is against their will?"

"Mhm that depends on the willpower of the people. But for a long period of time? No. Not if it is so against their will or beliefs. The longer the period is supposed to be, the greater the contradiction of the spell. Besides, the area is also crucial. And as for Superman... I know some spells that would bring him under my control, but then he wouldn't be like me, he'd be a puppet doing whatever I tell her and nothing more." She admitted. She didn't like it but that she had to deliver such bad news to her master, but lying was just not an option.

"Great, so in the final stage you are completely useless." He said coldly and directly. He didn't care how she would feel about it.

"I'm... sorry, Bruce. I wish I could have served you better." She said meekly.

"Don't worry Zee. I'm not done with you yet. Can you make love potions or something?"

"Or something?" she raised a brow with a laugh. "Of course, I've mastered the art of elixirs. After all, it would be pretty embarrassing if I didn't. So, what does a stud like you need a love potion for?"

"Mmm. I like how filthy you talk. I need a love potion for Clark."

"Gee, Bruce! Ask for something I can help you with!" she sighed softly and flopped back on the pillow.

"What's the problem now?"

"That I have no idea how Kryptonian physiology differs from human physiology. A love potion for humans could be poison to him!"

"Mhm. So that means I can't use that either?"

"Not without giving me a lot more information about their physiology, sorry."

"How much info would you need?" he asked, considering what he had himself.

"All of it, plus a degree in biology, xenology, and about 2 or 3 more PhDs. Bruce. It's not like I just wave a little wand, and everything works out. Potions are not the simplest kind of magic; they are the most complicated! Because you have to create magical effects WITHOUT magic. That is highly complicated. Why do you think we wizards so rarely throw potions around?"

"I see." He nodded slowly. That was it for now with the plan to brew a love potion for him.

"If you tell me what it's about, maybe I can help you?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm not allowed to tell you yet. My masters have given me very specific instructions on that, and I'm a good ****!" he said, shuddering as he felt his cock getting hard.

"Oh..." was all Zatanna could say in response. Then she looked at the rapidly growing bulge in his pants and licked her lips. "You certainly are. A good, faithful **** who does everything he's commanded isn't he?"

To her delight she saw that she had scored a hit, because Bruce looked at her lustfully and hornily.

"Of course, I am!" he moaned lustfully. "But so far you haven't earned a fuck! You can't help me!"

"Why don't you use Poison Ivy for that?" she asked immediately.

"Ivy." He responded instinctively. That wasn't even that stupid. "That might work, but her pheromones only affect him for a very short time. And the last time he broke free."

"You mean when Selina threw his wife off the balcony?" she grinned, amused. "But that's not what I meant at all."

Bruce took a seat in a chair and looked at her, prompting her to keep talking. As Zatanna talked, he began to grin wider and wider. Their plan may have been in the early stages, but after a little brainstorming between the two of them, it could certainly be worked with.

"I could enchant their pheromones to make them that much more potent."

"That could indeed work. And maybe I can kill two birds with one stone that way. Lois is pretty high on my list."

"Are you going to fuck her, too?" asked Zatanna, grinning broadly.

"No. I have orders to take over certain organizations. And when it comes to the press, of course, the Daily Planet would be an excellent choice. Lois may be strong-willed and an impressive woman, but she's far from a Superman. Controlling her should be easier, after all. As for the government, I guess I'll have to figure out how to **** Waller into my service."

"Amanda Waller? That's going to be anything but easy. The woman is more dangerous than Darkseid, cleverer than Lex, and more determined than you." Said Zatanna anxiously.

"More determined than me?" asked Bruce, raising a brow.

"After all, you let yourself be enslaved, my dear!" she grinned cheekily and sank to her knees in front of him to slowly unzip his pants.

"Good point." He grinned broadly. "The police won't be a problem, but I need to get the crime syndicates of Gotham under my control. Which in turn means I'll have to take out some bosses."

While freeing his dick from his pants, she looked up at him uncertainly. "By get out of the way...do you mean kill?" That sounded so not like Bruce.

"Yes. We'll start with the Joker. That'll be easy since he's in the hospital right now. I just need to give him a lethal dose of medication."

"But... you've never killed before!" she said, stunned, looking to him. She had to talk him out of it.

"It was an order from my masters! And that's more important! And while we're at it... stop appealing to my conscience. It doesn't matter anymore." Smiling, he reached into her black hair and pulled it, making her look at him. At the same time, he picked up his phone and dialed Barbara's number.

"Hey Babs. Have you made any progress yet?" he asked while looking down at Zatanna.

"Hey Bruce. I'm working on it, but I've already hacked the banks of Gotham. The systems are nowhere near as secure as they always say they are. That means I can now monitor and control all the money flows."

"Then you've earned a reward. Why don't you take a look in my bedroom. And as for you. There's the camera up there. Give Bat Girl a nice show. She loves to watch and if you're good I'll ask her if she wants to watch me fuck the shit out of you!"

Zatanna began to beam. Just the thought of sex was a turn-on, but having to do it on his instructions was only more awesome. Immediately she started licking his cock, looking lustfully at the camera. "Yes master!" she breathed lustfully.