Zatanna Plays Fixer

Other men in Rob's position would do things quite differently. Namely, they would exert their control over every last little inch of their harem, assigning roles to their slaves and developing a very specific hierarchy. That was clearly not Rob's style, as he simply set ground rules for his girls and let them run loose. So long as they loved and obeyed him (and they always would love and obey him), so long as they came running when he called for them, Rob was content to let his slaves be.

However, despite all of that, it was very clear to anyone in the harem Rob expressed favouritism to Zatanna. She had been given no official title or role or authority, yet her powers made her indispensable to Rob and his ultimate goal, and that imbued her with the shadow of authority, something that Zatanna took great pride in. She liked to image herself as his lieutenant, his right hand, his shadow, and his fixer, able to solve any problem his charisma and aura could not. She also saw herself as the ultimate confidant, assuming that she had been the only one Rob told the truth to, that they were fictional creations brought to life by a genie and his wishes.

Despite no word being spoken, Zatanna did carry herself like she was in charge, Rob's unofficial second-in-command, and she amused herself by seeing how his other slaves reacted to her attitude and this shadowy power she wielded. Most of her fellow **** saw the truth for what it was, saw that their beloved Master's affection for the magician and were likewise humble and compliant to Zatanna, respecting her position. This number included most of Rob's Amazonian gymbo muscle-sluts, plus one Tifa Lockhart. She had very little interaction with Rob's school-bound slaves, but she imagined most of them would be deferent and respectful, too.

The police would obey without quesiton, but that was because they lived to serve and obey, after being turned into cheerful free-use whores. Rob's growing collection of dimwitted bimbos, too, were happy to do what Zatanna said. But, then again, they were happy to do what almost anyone said, especially if the promise of sexual gratification was involved. Now, the matter of whether they were smart and competent enough to actually follow Zatanna's orders, that was another thing in it's entirety...

And, while she may be the newest convert, Zatanna did sense that one Liara T'sonii would be happy to follow her lead. The voluptuously Asari was self-motivated and highly fixated on assisting Rob and improving his powers, meaning that Liara and Zatanna ultimately had the same goal.

Other girls, however, were much more recalcitrant in their desire to recognize Zatanna and her authority.

Nami and Cersei were a pair of lazy, indolent whores who simply refused to lift a finger unless it was Rob explicitly ordering them or (in Nami's case alone), you bribed her. All the two did was laze about drinking, shopping, and fucking. They were basically impossible to deal with so Zatanna didn't try.

It was expected that Daenerys Targaryen, raging domineering misogynist that Rob had turned her into, would only show disdain for a woman trying to order her around. Brigitte, though, sweet, domesticated Brigitte, she came a surprise to how resistant she was. Brigitte was so devoted to her "hubby" that she responded to any order from anyone else with, not disdain, but with sweetly-stated condescension.

Similarly, the Stark sisters could be coaxed to take orders, but it was a struggle to do so. Arya was so within the sway of her sister and the Master and tended to lash out against anyone else, while Sansa seemed to only care about her pet/little sister. One was proud and angry or sullen in turn, one was proud and smug and superior. The sisters were a lost cause.

Still, Zatanna felt no despair on her failures, seeing as her successes were all she needed for the task at hand.

The basement level of Rob's home held many rooms, most designed for entertainment. One was a... well, "dungeon" might be a bit too **** of a word, but in practice, that's what it was. A small dungeon meant for some light BDSM. But right now, it made for a makeshift jail cell for Talon, the rebellious Twilek strung up by her wrists and lekku, dangling loosely in the air, swaying, toes barely grazing the floor. She actually made for a good facsimile of a punching bag, what with Zarya, Tifa, and Urbosa taking turns teeing off on her, angry but focused strikes to her midsection and face.

They had been dolling out such punishment for sometime, but Talon showed no bruises upon her red skin. Zatanna's handiwork. She had cast an enchantment that meant she would feel the pain of the blows, but suffer not injury or blemish to her body in the process. However, Talon hardly flinched in response to Zarya's heavy hammer-like blows or Tifa and Urbosa's lightning-quick kicks.

Zatanna could have watched Talon being smacked around for a while, but she had work to do. She held a hand up and, immediately, the three torturers working under her stopped their ****, stepped aside, and stood at attention. Zatanna felt a pulse of pleasure at seeing such beautiful woman obeying her commands effortlessly and seamlessly. No wonder the Master enjoyed this. Perhaps he was beginning to rub off on her...

Talon showed little fear as Zatanna approached her, or little of anything, really. Her face possessed the cold detachment only found in true psychotics, even as her yellow eyes blazed with rage, locked on Zatanna. At the very least, she seemed the recognize Zatanna's authority and role in the harem. She would accept that compliment for all it was worth.

"You should count yourself lucky." Zatanna began, eyes running up and down the nude figure of Talon. She truly was an exquisite creatures, with that flawless dark red skin, shining under the low light of the dungeon, seeming to possess a rubbery or latex quality. "You only live by the grace of our Master. If it were up to any one of use in this room, you would be dead right now." Tifa, Urbosa, and Zarya all glared daggers at Talon, nodding in agreement, and eager to do the job, but Talon was hardly swayed by any of it.

"The fat man is a fool. If he does not kill me, I will finish him." She chuckled, voice so cool for such a dark thought. Then her lips curled into a small smile, white teeth blaring against the red and black of her body. "But it doesn't matter. You cannot hurt me witch, for I am Sith. Pain and **** have been my companions for ages. I laugh at whatever punishment you can mete out."

"Oh?" Zatanna cocked an eyebrow at such a bold statement. "You're saying threats and **** and punishment won't work." The two women locked eyes, Talon's cold seething matched by an air of amusement coming from Zatanna, as if she was playing with her captive. With a showman's flourish, Zatanna placed one hand on Talon's chest, fingers pressing against her sternum. "Then, I guess I'll have to..."

A moment later, Talon faltered. "Wait? What are you..." She stated in genuine surprise, before her breath hitched and her eyelids fluttered.

Taking a slow deliberate path down her chest, down her stomach, down to her crotch, Zatanna's hand descended upon the lower lips of the Twilek, grazing her clitoris, tracing the outline of her labia, before plunging her fingers right into the dry, unused opening. The reaction was instantaneous, as Talon spasmed wildly, shrieking and crying out in shock more than anything else, her composure and mystique ruined, as she was assaulted by things she never experienced before.

"Oh? Was that you first orgasm ever, little Tally?" Zatanna taunted, pumping her fingers in and out, the alien snatch around them growing hotter and wetter by the moment, squelching and juicy lewdly. "You Sith really are all the same, aren't you? Just a bunch of edgelords obsessed with pain and power, forgetting the greatest "P" of them all..."

Of course, as Rob's right-hand woman, Zatanna made it her duty to familiarize herself with the women he was targeting. In recent days, she had become more acquainted with the lore of Star Wars than she really wished, but such effort quickly bore fruit, as it enabled her the perfect way to deal with a sadistic, arrogant Sith painslut.

Zatanna continued to finger her captive until Talon was a shuddering, incoherent wreck. A sheen of sweat covered her lovely skin, causing it to glow even more than before, while she gasped for breath, chest heaving up and down. The cold rage in her eyes was now replaced with a distant, haunted look, as if Talon was desperately trying to understand that she had just been **** while also trying to grasp her body's response to it. A puddle of Twilek love juices had begun to form on the floor between her feet, as Zatanna wiped her fingers off on Talon's taut tummy.

"Keep her here for another twelve hours." Zatanna off-handedly ordered the others. "No food, no sleep, only water. Alternate playing with her cunt and smacking her around." A wolfish smile crossed Urbosa's lips while Zarya let out a rumbling sound of anticipation. Zatanna turned back to Talon, admiring her handiwork for second. "As for you..."

Leaning in, she found a small hole in the side of her head that served as an ear. Zatanna kissed it, oh so gently, barely brushing it with the softest whisper of her lips, before unleashing the harshest whisper of her power. A few backwards sentences were uttered, and Talon bucked and spasmed again, having no defence for Zatanna's magic, even if she were in the right state of mind. Talon cried out again, in horror and confusion, as her pupils shrank to pinpricks, mind struggling with everything that had just happened.

Zatanna exited the dungeon to the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, either fist to chest or finger to pussy. "Hmm, that aught to fix her right up, now, about our naughty little kitty..."

From basement to ground level, then ground to the second floor, Zatanna marshalled her way to one of the bedrooms with quick, powerful strides. She figured Talon would be the hard nut to crack, so this one would be a breeze by comparison.

Captain Amelia was still sleeping off Zarya's knockout blow when Zatanna entered, but that changed with a simple utterance. Amelia snapped to wakefulness suddenly, thrashing about atop the bed, trying to get a grip on her surroundings.

When she finished, Zatanna sat atop the bed, smiling at her with deliberate warmth.

"Hello there, Captain. I thought you and I should have a quick talk about things in this household." When Amelia spoke up in protest, Zatanna held a finger for silence. "Ah, ah. Me first, please. Trust me, just a few words, and you'll have a brand new point of view here..."