Zatanna and The Council

Asami Sato entered the conference room with her head held high, radiating confidence and satisfaction. Unlike some others in the harem, she had not sat her laurels the past month, using her maternity as an excuse to take it easy. To the contrary, Asami’s schedule became more busy following her trip to Mercy’s clinic, obtaining her upgraded body, and her Master gifting her with a child. Mercy’s suggestion of a council of intelligent, driven slaves to work their Master’s agenda resonated with her. She was driven and determined to see this through and give her Master everything he desired. He was so precious and handsome, he should be enjoying his time with his slaves and his burgeoning family, not dealing with the drudge work of rewriting the moral and sexual code of the world.

Besides, Rob himself had anointed Asami his one and only business bitch. All of his business was hers and she would happily see it to fruition.

So, over the past several weeks, Asami had been allocating funds, copywriting and trademarking names, drawing up business plans, and getting into contact with the many other slaves her Master owned. Zatanna had been kind enough to whip up a brand new headquarters for Slutter - a colossal, ultra-modern steel and glass skyscraper that stood out like a sore thumb in Port Reyes’ meager business centre, but served as a point of pride for Asami and a monolith for her and her Master’s ambitions.

It was at the top of that new, magical skyscraper where Asami entered, looking smart and sexy in her business attire and killer figure, complete with her mountainous tits. The space was cavernous and windowless, black walls with black ceilings with black marble floor, illuminated by a soft golden light, giving it a warm yet sinister touch. The gentle plucking of divine string instruments like lyres and harps provided ambience, accompanied by the lilting vocals of a phantom woman. Statues of nevermelting ice and topiaries of neverwilting flowers were strewn about the room, carved and shaped into the forms of beautiful women in the throes of passion. Off to the far side was a fully stocked bar, because it wouldn’t be a proper meeting with libations and lubrication.

The literal centrepiece of this conference room, ominous and foreboding and extravagant in the most villainous ways possible, was a massive roundtable of pewter and silver. Twelve chairs were currently set-up around the broad area of the table, far too many for today’s inaugural meeting, but Asami did hope they could shore up their membership before too long. Zatanna even said the table was enchanted and could grow with the addition of more members.

Asami knew little of magic or the new unfathomable powers Zatanna had recently obtained, but she was appreciative of her assistance nonetheless. She could tell from the brief conversations she had with the magician that she too understood Rob’s desires and wished to see them fulfilled to the fullest. Shamefully, Asami had to admit that it was likely Zatanna knew Rob better than her or anyone else in the harem, having been his right-hand for so long and being his original personal companion and taskmaster. Still, her show-woman’s attire notwithstanding, Zatanna was intelligent, capable, loyal, and ambitious, traits that Asami respected and adored in her fellow **** sisters.

Speaking of, Korri and Shulkie dutifully followed in Asami’s wake, looking smart and sexy in their business attire. Asami had barely crossed the great expanse of the conference room when the doors on the opposite end opened, ushering in her fellow council members. Daenerys Targaryen, regal and wicked in equal turn, came alone. Dr. Mercy was of course accompanied by the Amaris, her two lovestruck sluts appropriately clad in maid attire. The bizarre yet impossibly beautiful Dr. Liara T’soni followed closely behind Mercy, much further along in her gestation than anyone in the room save Shulkie, and she was clearly proud of that fact, wearing a shimmering satin dress that parted just as her sternum ended, giving everyone full view of her big, blue belly, the dress framing it so that it could not be ignored.

Of these eight, only four sat at the roundtable - Daenerys, Mercy, Liara, and Asami herself. The four lesser sluts immediately went to work, attending to their betters, offering them refreshments from the bar and making sure everything was to their liking. Watching the four little tramps hurry about, waiting on them hand and foot… Asami bit her lower lip, crossing her legs. It made her so wet watching women serve and obey, knowing that even as a ****, there was a hierarchy in the harem, and she was high enough to benefit from it. She loved her doting girlfriends - brainless, obedient bimbos - and understood Rob’s love and enslaving women and wanted to share in their mutual desires. Maybe, if she and the council did a good job, Rob would reward her with another bimbo girlfriend!

Asami shut her eyes and took a moment. Now was the time for business, not pleasure. She could fuck herself into catanonia any waking hour of any day. She owed her Master a few hours of her time and effort towards bettering him and his agenda.

Still, when Korri, Shulkie, Pharah, and Ana finished their duties, they positioned themselves behind their respective mistresses, patient and attentive, waiting for their next command, standing almost as still as the statues that dotted the room. Asami let out a small titter that was amplified to a big titter by the acoustics of the grand meeting hall, and it did not escape the notice of her companions.

“You should both be proud of your little pets, my darlings.” Daenerys drawled with the self-satisfied smirk she always wore, swirling a goblet of wine about in their hands. “So beautiful and so wonderfully obedient. I do love a woman who knows her place and I especially love women who recognize we’re not all equally worthless.” She gave pointed looks to both Asami and Mercy. Pride. Acknowledgment. Jealousy. “I would love a few of my own serving girls at my beck and call, too. Perhaps it is time I ask the Master to grant me such a boon.”

“It’s not like we won’t have the lack of bodies anytime soon.” Liara spoke up, beaming as her hands lovingly rubbed her baby bump. “The harem will be doubling in size, and that’s assuming we each only have one child this cycle. And, well,” her smile grew, purplish blush creeping into her blue skin, “I personally know one **** who’ll be giving Master more than one…”

“Ah, congratulations, darling.” Mercy said with all due sincerity, raising her glass of water to the Asari broodmare. She then turned to both Asami and Daenerys to add, “Dr. T’soni has told me much of her people. They are all total sluts, down to a genetic level, prized as living fucktoys in their home galaxy. And they have the reputation as prodigious breeders to match.”

Liara’s blush only deepened. “Oh, stop, doctor. You’ll embarrass me.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Mercy then adopted a bawdy grin, addressing Asami and Daenerys directly once more. “You know, she dreams of producing an ungodly amount of _kinder _for the Master. Reseeding and populating the Asari here on Earth! A whole race of blue-skinned bimbos sprung forth from her loins!”

Liara cringed, sinking in her chair, even as her peers were more than supportive of her.

“A truly admirable goal. You have nothing to be ashamed of, doctor.” Daenerys complimented. “And, if I may be so bold as to say, if they are half as beautiful as you, I would love to have one or more of your daughters as my personal attendants.”

“While I would love to talk about the future of our daughters.” Asami began, enunciating and projecting as to take control of the meeting. “And I would love even more to assign future roles for all of them, but they’re Rob’s property and as such, that is his jurisdiction.” Firmly seizing the reins, Asami then held out her hand, Korri dutifully passing her a briefcase. She snapped the case open and took out a handful of files, eyes scanning the room and her three partners-in-crime. “So, if we are finished introductions and pleasantries, I think we should official begin-”

“Oh, pardon us! So sorry we’re late! Please don’t begin without us!”

The doors opposite Asami suddenly flew open, revealing none other than Zatanna Zatara, the magician hurriedly strutting into the room with her own cadre of followers right behind her. She was accompanied by three illustrious, yet random, harem girls - Samus Aran, Rob’s personal assistant; Izu, Rob’s android secretary; and Jean Grey, the headmistress of the soon-to-be Slut Academy. They too were all smiles and pleasantries (save the stonefaced android) and were greeted warmly by the council members, but Asami felt as if the rug was being pulled from under her.

While not her idea in conception, this council was as much her baby as her actual baby. She had been the one to spend nights reaching out to others to join, formulating plans, brainstorming ideas, coming up with money - it was all her hard work that created this. But now, Zatanna Zatara, all-powerful and all-important, was going to swoop in with a grand entrance and steal her thunder? Asami felt her stomach twist. She knew Rob wanted his slaves to get along and she knew this was for him, so having more minds and more power on the council would be better, and she also knew she could not match with Zatanna, both in terms of power and importance in the harem. But it still stuck in her craw.

Still, Asami swallowed her indignity as Zatanna and her entourage took their seats and were afforded the same attention from the servants as the others were. Jealous as she was at the moment, Asami did have to admit that Zatanna’s picks for joining the council were nothing less than stellar, two other women that were also in Rob’s orbit and used as fixers plus a powerful Mutant who had given a great amount of authority to. Asami had wanted to keep the first meeting small, but was now kicking herself over not inviting Jean Grey at the very least.

“Again, so sorry that we’re late.” Zatanna said with a fawning, flattering smile, bowing to the four original council members in turn. “I suppose I just lost track of time today.”

“Couldn’t you just instantly teleport here?” Asami asked, acidly, allowing herself this much rebellious snark. She felt like a moody teenager at the dinner table. “Or rewind time with all your godly powers?” Zatanna’s head rose the barest of elevations, giving Asami a cryptic smile.

“I suppose I could have.” Zatanna said, equally as cryptic. “Or done any other number of things.”

The extraordinary, reality-defying powers of Rob’s three pillars quickly became known amongst the harem and that knowledge then spread like wildfire. Asami herself had seen Zatanna conjure up the building they were all sitting in with a flick of a wrist. The three of them were awe-inspiring, an inspiration to the rest of the girls, and a guarantee that Rob would always get his way, reality and causality be damned.

But right now, Zatanna’s unyielding omnipotence just made Asami salty.

“But, please, Miss Sato, as chairwoman of this council, you were about to begin.” Zatanna bowed her head again, one arm sweeping forward in an apologetic and deferential gesture. “Do continue. I am beyond eager to hear what you have in mind.”

Asami nodded stiffly, brittly clutching her papers. Her notes, her speeches, her plans. She cleared her throat and shuffled them, but when she went to look at the words, all she could see was red.

With a laboured sigh, Asami set down her papers and said, “I’m sorry, Miss Zatara, I… I just can’t do this.” Everyone looked quite shocked at Asami’s sudden abdication, throwing in the towel after being so gung-ho about all of this. “It may sound selfish, but I started this council because I wanted to show that our initiative and intelligence were a great asset for the Master and his plans. But… if you’re going to be here, just forget it. You can do what we can do with a snap of your fingers. You can do what’s impossible with a second snap. We’re no match for you and well, there’s a reason why you’re the Master’s favourite. Just… do whatever…”

The others - Daenerys, Mercy, and Liara - all looked forlorn and put-out. Either this gulf in power never crossed their mind or they did not want to fully verbalize it. With the truth spelt out for them, their eyes fell to the table. Asami herself sulked. Korri and Shulkie came right up to console her, but it was a small comfort. This was supposed to be her realm, her speciality, but she was bested before she even began.

From across the table, Jean Grey looked on curiously. Samus wore an expression so professional that it bordered on emotionless. Izu truly was emotionless. But, most surprisingly, Zatanna reared back in her chair, mouth agape and eyes wide. She looked remorseful and apologetic for a few moments, before collecting herself. Zatanna stood from her seat and made her way around the mammoth table, coming to Asami’s side. There, she knelt before the crestfallen woman, placing both her hands gently atop one of Asami’s.

“Asami… I am so sorry.” Asami was shocked to hear Zatanna so contrite and emotional. Their eyes met for a moment, Zatanna’s dark eyes normally full of mystery were now soulful and sorrowful. Asami almost felt upset that she had hurt such a gorgeous creature in this manner, even if Zatanna was the one apologizing. “I never meant to steal your thunder like this and make it seem like I was taking control of yours and Mercy’s idea. You know very well that I love Rob as much as you - as much as everyone here - and you should also know that I was over the moon when you girls wanted to come together to make his life better. It does my heart so well to know that his other slaves care about him as much as I do, and want the best for him, just like me and Wanda and Mary Jane.”

Asami considered Zatanna’s words for several long moments, mostly because she was blown away by such a sudden and genuine heartfelt plea, as well as seeing Zatanna in such a state. She alway seemed untouchable and unflappable, even before becoming a literal goddess. To see her commit a faux pas, recognize her mistake, and then apologize for it was at odds with the picture of the beautiful, cunning, capable magician all the other girls had.

“Then, why did you come here?” Asami said, slowly. Apology or not, upset or not, she cut right to the heart of the matter and wished to know Zatanna’s intentions.

“I came to help.” Zatanna said with the same earnestness as her apology. “I thought you could use some reinforcements. Samus may not have your skills at business or your saviness with tech and the media, but she knows what Rob is thinking and what he wants. Jean has already been entrusted with a great task by Rob and her input could prove invaluable. Plus, she herself might need some assistance in setting up the Academy. And Izu, heh, she’s just the perfect person for analysis and requisition. More processing power than you could imagine. If you need anything to be bought or registered, anything to be studied quickly, you want her.”

“And you?” Asami asked, quick and sharp. Zatanna’s answer was her dazzling show-woman’s smile.

“To be an observer and an intermediary. Look, I know you think I am some all-powerful goddess, and I might be, but I am also still a woman who was once very powerful, but still very mortal. I am still coming to grips with what I have at my fingertips, and I know for a fact that Rob himself is struggling with what he has as well. I also know that he doesn’t want to **** the ‘I win’ button he has now. He will still want to take his time and gradually claim women, build his power, and change the world.”

Zatanna’s eyes flashed and, in a split second, Asami saw thousands of possible futures dance within her irises. She paled at the enormity of it all, but she conceded that Zatanna knew exactly what she was talking about.

“I admire your initiative and your intelligence - every single one of you.” Zatanna quickly addressed the others assembled at the table, before turning back to Asami. “And I want to see you succeed and the Master wants to see you succeed. I will gladly use my powers when we come across something otherwise impossible. But, for the merely difficult, money is no object and time is of no meaning.” Zatanna rose back to full height, dragging Asami up with her. Whether it was her powers or the gravity of her personality, Asami was not sure. “There’s no need to rush in bringing forth our Master’s perfect world.”

The two raven-haired women then kissed, Asami floored not only by the beauty and sexuality of Zatanna, but by how quickly things had changed. Her jealousy and bitterness mollified and abated, her respect and admiration for Zatanna renewed. Yes, she was still a little peeved of Zatanna’s entrance - she could have at least cleared it with her ahead of time - but she was aware of how foolish it was to squabble with her **** sister when they wanted the same thing.

And it didn't hurt that Zatanna was a damn good kisser, too.

“Here here! Well said!” Daenerys cried, raising her goblet as the two parted. “Our petty differences mean nothing before the glory of our Master!”

“Love and duty is what brought us together, let’s always remember that.” Liara agreed in chorus.

Zatanna smiled at Asami, brushing a stray lock out of the way. “I do have some other ideas for council members, by the way. But we’ll discuss that when Rob enslaves them.” Then, in the blink of an eye, Zatanna retreated back to her seat, and the other side of the grand roundtable.

“I would like that very much…” Asami muttered to herself before sitting and gathering her thoughts. “Well, pardon all the interruptions, I think it was about time to get started.”

Mercy immediately jumped in, standing up and taking the floor. “I hope you don’t mind if I start, Asami darling, but I think our most pressing concern is my body modification technology and the clinics. We simply need government approval to begin working on improving the public at large. If we can earn approval here in America und in the EU, then everything else will quickly fall in line.” As Mercys spoke, as the meeting officially began, Asami noted that Samus was writing in a legal pad while she could see the gears turning in Izu’s android brain. The two undoubtedly taking notes and recording audio, respectively.

“Easy enough, I suppose.” Daenerys answered with a lazy shrug. “A few bribes here, servicing a few men in power there.” She licked her lips as her eyes fluttered. “That is, if you don’t mind whoring yourself out for the cause.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I sucked some old fart’s dick for a favour.” Asami muttered. “However, I think we will experience blowback from the plastic surgery industry. Your tech will easily put them out of business, doctor.”

“Fuck them!” Mercy pronounced with a cruel laughter. “Fuck the whole lot of them. My procedures are safer, cheaper, and more effective. They’ll be seen as nothing more than dinosaurs fighting the inevitability of change.”

Asami smirked, tenting her hands together. Now this, this is what she wanted. “Ah, yes. I think I see what you’re suggesting. We’ll assemble an ad campaign to tarnish the whole industry. Plus, when it comes to lobbying and bribing, we’ll drown Washington and Brussels in green. They literally cannot outspend us.”

“Plus, once we do have this wonderful tech legalized,” Daenerys began, pushing up her bust for emphasis, “we have the perfect marketing vector with Slutter. Both our personal accounts and the main website administration itself.”

“Indeed. I’ll even arrange for the top influencers outside of our harem to get a firsthand experience at your clinic, Mercy, so that they can tell their followers what to do and where to go. Just how wonderful Re-New-U Bodytech is.” Asami’s heart was soaring. Intelligent women all working in accordance to further the goals of the man they loved. It was so beautiful, she could almost cry.

“Speaking of Slutter, that is Rob’s first and most successful venture but I think it’s time to capitalize and diversify. If we want to slut-up the world, tell people it’s okay to be in touch with their sexuality and show it to the world, then we need a multi-stage front in multiple markets. Our own sex to line is obvious, but I’m talking clothing lines, shoe lines, soft drinks, fast food, a film and television studio, a record label.” Asami’s grin became vicious and sharp, as she throttled the air with one hand. “We can seize the zeitgeist of the next decade, the next century, and shape it to our Master’s desire.”

Zatanna gave Asami an approving smile from across the way, nodding her head as she went full steam ahead on her vision for this council.

“Naturally, all of these projects would be under one parent company, and as Rob’s number one business bitch, I think I’m feeling a little egotistical and would like it named ‘The Sato Company’.” The only thing better than bringing Rob’s ideal world to fruition would be having her name stamped alongside it.

“We’ll think about the name, but I do love the ambition and you’re correct to put your ego first.” Zatanna said. Asami then felt Zatanna’s voice echo in her mind: Remember, Rob picked you for a reason. You were his pick to be his business bitch.

Asami’s grin became manic at that reminder. Yes, yes. How could she have doubted herself? Rob wanted her and only her to run his business empire! That’s why she was here in the first place.

Liara was next to stand up and bring her idea forward. “This may sound radical, but it is my dream nonetheless. Mercy brought it up earlier when talking about my babies, and not only do I want to see the Asari flourish on Earth, I want them to serve their human Masters like me. I want the Asari to become humanity’s personal **** race. It’ll take plenty of time to, ahem… shore up the numbers, as it were, but I think our collective company will be the best way to market them.”

“Hmm, interesting. Do we tell the public they are aliens born and bred on Earth? Or some manner of bio-engineered sexdoll?” Mercy openly pontificated before the group.

“Liara raises an excellent point, not just of the Asari, but of others.” They were the first words Samus spoke the entire meeting, her cool, deep voice easily drawing focus to her. “From my time with Master I can say he thinks the same way about the Gerudo and Na’vi race, wanting to populate them and introduce them as a subservient species to the rest of mankind.”

“Ah, entire races literally created to serve? How delightfully naughty…” Daenerys purred in approval.

“I can also say that he has similar plans for… another species.” Zatanna said, before adding, “But I don’t want to ruin that surprise.”

“And we can do even more than that.” Asami asserted, so excited by the discussion she could no longer sit down. “If we can breed entire servitor races, then we can build them, too!” Asami dramatically pointed to Izu. “That ‘AI’ generative bullshit is all the talk of the tech industry, but what if we were to introduce literal AI that can assist a person in every aspect of their life and takes the form of a hot, busty bitch with cock-vacuum holes!? It’ll be the most successful product of all time!” Izu hardly blinked at Asami’s pitch. “What do you say Izu? Want to become the base model for a whole line of sexbots?”

“I’ll do anything to help Master Rob.” Izu replied in her passive, robotic tone. “If that means mass-producing HumaGears as obedient sexbots then I will gladly assist you, Miss Sato.”

“I do love the idea of the girls getting working experience while still at school.” Jean Grey said. “And while Barely Legal is nice, I think we need to look into something bigger. Perhaps a casino for all my lovely little sluts to work in?”

“Now, then, before anything else, I think we should look into buying or creating our own sovereign state.” Daenerys offered next. “It would make it so much easier to operate, test, and create. Especially if we’ll be building alien and robot slaveraces for humanity…”

The meeting ended up going well into the night. It ended up mostly being about brainstorming, with very little concrete being done, but that was what Asami had envisioned. See what the council wanted, interpret what Rob wanted, and then, next meeting, they could get into the nitty gritty of building his slutty dream world.

Asami ended up thanking Zatanna for her words of encouragement, as well as apologizing for how rash she acted at the beginning. Zatanna did not show any offence if she felt any, leaving her with a few more words.

“You’ll have a lot of work ahead of you, but you’re the right woman for the job. And, doing this without any powers, just your drive and your will, that makes you strong. Very strong, indeed. Remember that, Miss Sato.”

Asami left the conference room as confident and satisfied as she had entered it. Rome was not built in a day, and a new world may not be built in a year, a decade, or more still. But it would be done, come hell or high water, with Asami leading the charge. One day, she could look out onto the world she and Rob and the other had created - a world of busty sluts, horny bimbos, big dicked studs, and alluring dommes - and she would know true happiness, because she made it happen with her drive and her two hands, and she made it happen just for one man.

Asami was his. Zatanna was his. The harem was his. Their daughters were his. And, if Asami had her way, the world would be Rob’s, too.