Zatanna vs Wonder Woman VII

“I am… loved… wanted… owned…”

Of course, as Diana lived out those myriad of realities constructed and manipulated by Zatanna and her omnipotence, fighting with whatever shred of hope she could muster, in reality, Diana had no hope, no chance, no will to fight back. Because the moment those two clashed, Diana was nothing more than putty in the magician’s hands.

“Obedient… submissive… slutty… o..o… o-aa-aah! Obedient…”

On her knees, stripped of all her clothing and accessories, there was Wonder Woman. There was the greatest heroine the world has ever known. The symbol of truth, the icon of femininity, now defeated. Broken. Lost. Alone.

“Happy… joyful… pleasure… ecstasy…”

Happy.

An artificial happiness. A programmed happiness. But happiness nonetheless, as Diana’s eyes were consumed by coloured spirals, blankly staring up at the smiling visage of Zatanna.

“A ****… I am a ****… a happy ****… an obedient ****…”

Her voice was a soft whisper that barely lingered in the still night air, indulgent and luxuriating. Worshipful moans directed at Zatanna, her all-consuming power, and the new life that was promised for her.

Zatanna looked down and mirrored the grateful, loving smile of her newest pet. Her and Rob’s newest ****.

“Must obey… Mistress… must obey… Master… obey and love… serve and submit…”

William Marston, Wonder Woman’s creator, espoused ideals of loving submission. That men and (more importantly) women would benefit from submitting to a loving, sexual authority. Surrendering yourself to someone you could trust and love and be loved by in turn. Zatanna was wondering what tack to strike when it came to enslaving and reprogramming Diana, what to transform her into for Rob’s amusement. Bimbo whore or misogynistic bitch seemed fun, but perhaps a bit too obvious. Having Diana embrace the motive and philosophy of her creator, all for the benefit of Rob, though? That was too good a chance to pass up.

“To obey is to be loved… to serve is to know pleasure… to submit… mmm~ Is my purpose!”

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear you come around, Diana.” Zatanna whispered into her ear, as soft and tender as the kisses she planted on Diana’s kneeling form. After working her magic on Diana’s mind, Zatanna’s hands were free to roam the perfectly sculpted body of her cherished friend. Every time Zatanna traced the lines of Diana’s abs or lightly touched her sex, every time she made Diana’s breath hitch and unleashed a sultry moan, it made Zatanna’s heart skip a beat.

And while Diana was stripped nude, that wasn’t the entire truth, pun intended. Using her vast powers, Zatanna reforged the Lasso of Truth from the errant threads she grasped, making it stronger, better. Remade it to suit the purposes of herself and Rob. The lariat was bound around her luscious form in an elegant shibari style, pinning her arms to her side and weaving about her torso as to frame her great, heaving breasts, the golden threads burning like the sun, searing her skin and letting their magic seep into her core, forcing Diana to confront the truth.

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That she was always meant to be Rob’s plaything and nothing more.

“I want nothing more than to take you home with me so that Rob and I can share you between us.” Zatanna said, gingerly tracing Diana’s wet sex with her fingers. She brought them up to Diana’s lips, repeating the same motions on them as she tasted her own womanhood. “But good things come to those who wait.” Zatanna added, after bated breath and much regret, kissing Diana again. “And I have a special purpose for you.”

“Yes, my Mistress…” Diana replied, dreamily and distant, gazing up at the night’s sky, her barely conscious mind alight with the pleasure of Zatanna playing with her captive body. “I live only to serve… I love nothing more than obeying…”

“Perfect.” Zatanna kissed her again. “Perfect!” Could perfection be topped? Improved upon? Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, was perfection incarnate in Zatanna’s eye, but now, as a bewitched **** under her power?

There was nothing she could say to the matter. This was everything she could ever want, since falling under Rob’s thrall.

“You, my darling ****, are going to become my Trojan Horse Woman…”

“Mmm~ Yes Mistress… by your command…”

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Days later, Diana was back at the Hall of Justice, having just returned from helping villages in the Caribbean recover from a hurricane. Shortly after returning, by pure happenstance, she ran into fellow Leaguer Dinah Lance, the Black Canary.

“Hail, Dinah!” Diana greeted cheerfully. “How have things been here the past few days?” Dinah, the League’s duly elected leader, offered a shrug and a grunt, expressing annoyance at the situation she was in.

“Just dealing with the burden of leadership.” She said with a bittersweet, cocky smile. “Disaster after disaster means I have to keep sending my heavy hitters out to do work, meaning I’m stuck dealing with the bureaucratic work.”

“I take it to mean you’ll be attending this impromptu summit Talia Al Ghul has called?” Diana asked, earning a much more bitter smile from her friend.

“Unfortunately, yes. Lord knows what has her so spooked as to ask us for help.”

“Well, if you’re so opposed to this meeting, I could always-”

Dinah held her hand up, stopping Diana before she could offer. “Thank you, Diana, but it’s okay. With Karen and Kara off planet, I’ll need you on standby in case anything crazy happens. Besides, I suppose this is just part of being a leader…”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Diana agreed with a small chuckle. The two women then exchanged further pleasantries before parting, walking in opposite directions, as Diana went to her private quarters.

Originally, Diana’s room had little in the way of furnishing. Already used to a spartan and ascetic way of living, she found the only time she spent in her room was to sleep, meditate, and (very occasionally) read. As such, it was normally only decorated by her bed and a small night stand. However, in recent days - even with Diana not being physically present at the Hall of Justice - she had added two new furnishings to her quarters: a personal computer system and a grand silver mirror mounted to one of the walls.

It was to the mirror she went to after shutting the doors and locking them, eagerly padding towards her own reflection, possessing such uncontrollable giddiness she found herself smiling and giggling like a loon. Very swiftly, Diana removed her leotard, her hands moving with impossible speed and operating on their own as she moved forth. Now freed of the confines of her outfit, the blazing golden light of the Lasso of Truth shone across the room, still bound around her, still imparting her with the truth and wisdom of her owners.

Falling to her knees before the mirror, Diana’s entire body heaved with anticipation, breathing heavily as she gazed into her own maniacal expression, reflected back to her. With equal hesitance and reverence, Diana reached a trembling hand to the mirror. The moment her fingers touched the glass, which rippled like the surface of a pond. Diana’s reflection shifted amidst the ripples, as Diana’s mania only grew.

“Hello, my wonderful Mistress…” Diana gasped in joy when the mirror settled, revealing the beauteous form of Zatanna before her, sitting with her legs crossed and a pleased smile on her face. With the size of the towering mirror and Diana kneeling before it, the image of Zatanna appeared to be looming over the powerful heroine.

“Hello to you, my beautiful pet.” Zatanna returned, beaming at her submissive ****. “What do you have to report today?”

“Aha… y-yes…report…” So enraptured by how glorious Mistress Zatanna was, Diana almost forgot her purpose. “Dinah is planning to attend this meeting called by Talia Al Ghul as our representative. The full roster of the League is still not present, either. It is not yet time for you or Master to claim them.”

“A shame, but no rush.” Said Zatanna, eyes dancing over Diana’s marvelous figure. “Let us know when all of our friends have returned so that we can take them in one fell swoop. You want Dinah and the others to know the pleasure of obedience, don’t you darling?”

Diana clenched her thighs as hard as she could, trying to ignore the mind-numbing heat radiating from her loins. “Yes Mistress…! Obedience is love!”

“Good girl. And you’ve been continuing your training? Tell me, what are you?”

Diana’s eyes briefly shot to her computer. Prior to this, she had no interest in the internet, for it had proven to be one of the most vulgar parts of man’s world. But now…

“I’m Wonder Gooner!” Diana blurted out, her tongue lolling lasciviously as she pronounced every syllable of the horrid name, body trembling in delight. “A horny ****-slut that loves to masturbate to misogynistic hypno porn! Especially when it involves my friends!”

Diana had come to embrace pornography. Embrace pornography of her and the other members of the Justice League. Embrace pornography of her and the other members of the Justice League that was openly misogynistic and involved the breaking and submitting of the proud, strong heroines! Diana lived such a life and soon so would the others, but even now, just the fantasy of such things was so intoxicatingly heady. Shutting her eyes, Diana thought of some of her most favourite images, as they flashed through her head and the heat flashed through her body.

“Good girl.” Zatanna pronounced with another loving smile. “Go to your training, then. I will await your report tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mistress. I live only to serve.” Diana replied in a drawn-out, breathy voice, her mind clouded with the magic of lust. To obey is to be loved. To serve is to know pleasure. To submit is my purpose…”

The mirror returned to normal, as Diana scrambled towards her computer. She would spend the rest of the evening diving into a bottomless rabbit hole of superheroine porn, each video or image or story more lewd than the last, rubbing her **** cunt silly, all for the glory of her Mistress and Master. All for the day when they would arrive and make the Justice League their own.

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Was originally going to include a montage of DC hypno pics to depict Diana's new addiction, all done by the artist PolManning (https://bsky.app/profile/polmanning.bsky.social) but I could not get the files in the proper format and I was just not in the mood at the time to figure it out. Maybe I'll go back to it at another time.