Reaping the rewards

<!--StartFragment-->Tears stained Zatanna's cheeks with mascara.

Part of her noticed it and realized the mascara was magically created as part of her new costume, would run easily, and never ran out.

A tiny bit of her own power being used in her own humiliation.

She had experienced mind control, and well she despised it, usually Mind control left you unaware of your own atrocities.

I wanted something and she just…did it.

the things I wanted and what could actually be done didn’t often overlap so we wound up doing what she referred to as “brain surgery via mallet”.

Pretty big parts of her past and experiences were slashed away and discarded. She tried to explain that the normal method would be to suppress what was unwanted so it could be used later but I wasn’t interested.

I had a better plan for all that space.

For purposes of interpretation, Me and Zatanna appeared in a control room, dials, levers, pressure gauges along the walls.

All the empty space left over from deleting her childhood memories, pretty much every social interaction, and every time she had ever heard praise, all of it was replaced with absolute and unwavering obedience to me.

Well we were there I also turned her arousal to the maximum but set a restriction on her orgasms.

She could only cum If she believed she was powerless.

Back in the real world her muscles were made just a bit softer, her hips just s bit rounder and her ample tits just a bit less saggy.

Her lips got pinker and a little thicker.

Blue eye shadow and eye liner.

The thin lines on her forehead vanished as a dopey grin spread on her face.

All in one makeover and lobotomy.

As the spell resolves Powerless Girls eyes come back into focus and a bit of drool runs down her chin as she looks at me like I’m a god.

“excellent work Zatanna” I said with a smile. Behind me, she ran to a trash can and threw up.

So apparently, all magic comes at a cost. Luckily, I’m not the one who has to pay it.

As the one casting the spells, all the blowback is landing on Zatanna.

Casting magic that doesn’t align with your beliefs is often physically painful and can cause backfire effects.

Zatanna found herself walking over towards me, dropping to her knees in front of me.

She tried to ask me why but instead of anything she planned to say what she said was, “For my next trick, watch me make this cock disappear”

My pants vanished and my rock hard cock was an inch from her face. Her mouth opened and her chin touched my balls.

“Ooooh, Lucky!” said Superwhore with a pout.

I wanted there to be a chair so there was and I sat down with her lips vacuum sealed to the base of my cock.

Powerless Girl walked over slowly, sensually, I left all the weaponized sexuality stuff intact so she could still move nice and sexy.

She mounted my lap, sitting on the back of Zatanna’s head and started making out with me.

Zatanna could feel the wet pussy pressed against the back of her head.

Disgust mixed with shame and guilt. She hated the feeling, the slowly growing patch of wet hair but at the same time, she was responsible for the woman’s arousal in the first place.

She ran into the situation without proper recon.

The magical aura of the collar had been obscured by the residual magic pouring from Powerless Girl. That long as a demons sextoy, he filled her repeatedly with…Magic.

The spiritual representation of Kryptonite distracted her. If she had maintained her guard she could have freed both women quickly instead, she had become the instrument of ****.

“doesn’t anyone want to play with me?” asked Superwhore in a tiny voice

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I Called it laying low but the truth was I took a week to enjoy the spoils of my efforts.

Superwhore was exactly where she wanted to be, “empty head, full cunt” being a mantra she was happy to follow.

Powerless Girl is more or less retarded now. To be fair, I didn’t know her before any of this so She might have been retarded before.

She is solely motivated by her hungry pussy but I keep forcing her to do dominant sex acts with the others.

Its hard to feel Powerless when your straddling a resistant sluts face. It was becoming common to find her with whatever slut I wasn’t using.

Now I do think she would be a little smarter if I took off the pink heart piercing.

I wasn’t going to do that, but it probably would.

Zatanna was still adjusting to the various effects her spells were rebounding on her.

First, putting such a tight restriction on Powerless Girls orgasms had an opposite effect on her.

She was hyper sensitive and had hair trigger orgasms.

Mercilessly hacking away huge parts of who Powerless Girl was effected her emotional stability. She was significantly more gullible and had trouble with distinguishing love from hate.

As soon as I learned about the sensitivity I modified her fishnets to pull tight against her pussy and twang her clit with every movement.

Every orgasm she experiences causes her to cast a spell on herself lowering her hate for me by 1%.

Apparently the feedback from that makes her meaner toward everyone else.

Sounds like a win in my book. Honestly, she should be thanking me for it, the more corrupted she gets the less backlash she will experience from doing dark magic at my behest.

I could leave her as a “good person” deep down and let her suffer with every spell, or let her turn into Darth Zatanna and she might start enjoying this.

She tried to explain about the corrupting nature of dark magic and how if she went too deep into the dark she could become a dangerous **** of evil.

I chuckled and then reminded her that she couldn’t lash out uncontrollably, good or evil she was bound to my bidding.

Her fishnets ripped around her asshole, allowing me easy access. She lowered herself onto my cock still babbling about the earth shattering dangers of her power.

Zatanna hated anal. It was painful, uncomfortable and usually just made her feel like she needed to shit.

my thumb, index and middle fingers pinched her clit and her laughable sexual restraint cracked. Cumming hard and squeezing her ass extra tight around my cock.

Her eyes rolled back and with every pulse of orgasmic bliss she found it a little harder to hate me or anything I did.