Zatanna vs Wonder Woman I

While Zatanna had no problem letting Rob take things slow and easy, setting his own pace with his remaining conquest, enslaving who he wanted, how he wanted, and when he wanted, but that still didn’t mean she couldn’t assist in her own way, from behind the curtain.

Not to mention, with her and the girls empowered to infinity and Rob emboldened by their powers, everyone was going off on their separate ways. Rob has his games and his plans. Wanda spent much time jumping between parallel universes, but Zatanna also knew it wouldn’t be long until her Marvel counterpart let the harem run a train and impregnate her with dozens of children all at once. And Mary Jane was enjoying the freedom that came with her power and position, partying with her new friends and sisters, while also hungering to find a few sluts of her own to tame.

Well, Zatanna wanted her fun, too! Just because she was the manager and handler of the trio didn’t mean she had to be entirely responsible and staid all the time. She enjoyed the fruits of her labour and the sinful fruits of the flesh as much as any sex-crazed slavegirl. So, with all that in mind, Zatanna was eager to finally spread her wings and enjoy herself, while also setting the stage for one of Rob’s ultimate goals.

And what better way to do that than sharing her new lifestyle with her fellow DC superheroines? One superheroine, in particular. Some would say, the superheroine.

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They met at the number one place for a superhero meeting - an abandoned rooftop - and through the night and the clouds, Wonder Woman came touching down, fully decked out in her red and blue leotard, highlighted by glimmering gold, Zatanna felt like she was looking at her friend with fresh eyes. Obviously her figure had been exaggerated and idealized due to Rob being the one to drag her into this world, but even surrounded by beautiful, sexual women every day, Zatanna was floored by how lovely her old friend was. Perfection. Literal perfection. A goddess in every sense of the word, with her long, dark cascade of silken hair, flawless skin, heart-shaped face, deep blue eyes… and that wasn’t even getting into her tits, ass, waist, hips, or muscles! Zatanna actually had to do a double take, so stricken by Diana’s overwhelming beauty.

Said overwhelming beauty was only enhanced by the deep, loving smile Diana made when she approached Zatanna, scooping her up into a big, bear hug. Far too exuberant for her own good, Diana would have unknowingly put Zatanna in a crushing vice grip if not for the latter’s cosmically-enhanced and reinforced body, but even then Zatanna was all too aware of how strong her friend was. How warm and soft her skin was. How shapely and hard her muscles were, and how big and wonderful her breasts were. She smelt of sandalwood and wildflowers, the sea and the open sky, and of sweat and metal polish.

“Zatanna!” Diana boomed after relinquishing the hold, smiling from ear to ear. Wonder Woman was more than just a bombshell or a warrior, she was also the best friend a woman could ask for, because Diana dearly cared for her friends and sisters with all of her heart. And much like Rob, she had a very big heart. “It has been far too long. You’re looking well. How’s show business been treating you? Are you finally ready to rejoin the League?” As she smiled down on Zatanna, she placed a friendly hand on the magician’s shoulder. Even with Zatanna being in her heels, Diana easily towered over her in stature and presence.

“I am well Diana, thank you, thank you.” Zatanna smiled back and it was as genuine as they come. She loved Diana wholeheartedly, even knowing that some of the girls in the League bristled against her because she was too “perfect” but part of that perfection included her love and sincerity. Zatanna couldn’t help but love her friend and teammate.

“I am still not ready to rejoin the League, but I do have something to tell you.” Zatanna said after being relinquished from the bone breaking hug. “Well, more like show you.”

Before Diana could inquire further, Zatanna waved her hands about and unleashed her cosmic mojo to change their surroundings. Gone was the evening and the skyline and suddenly, the two women were transported into a tranquil spa, nude and submerged in a bubble bath. Angelic music softly played in the background, while glassy-eyed maids stood nearby, attentive and ready to offer their services for whatever the two may need.

Diana stood up from her soapy bath in shock, head whipping about at their new surroundings in disbelief.

“By the gods!” She declared, suds running down her divinely sculpted body and giving Zatanna the perfect opportunity to ogle her friend. “Is this an illusion?”

“Nope.” Zatanna said with a smug smile, materializing a flute of champagne to her hands. “It’s all real, Diana. My magic has gotten a major upgrade recently.”

“You’re far too modest, Zatanna. This is…” Diana trailed off when she took a good look at the zonked, mindless maids. Zatanna had “recruited” a few of the other girls from the League for this little part, turning Supergirl, Powergirl, Hawkgirl, and the Huntress into empty-headed dolls. “...Those aren’t real, are they?” Diana asked in a low, serious tone.

“Nope.” Zatanna lied jovially. “Simply magical automatons I whipped up.”

“I see.” Diana nodded stiffly, sinking back into the bath while keeping a stern eye on the “imitations” of her friends. “I cannot say I appreciate your sense of humour. Our teammates are all upstanding and brilliant individuals who do not deserve such mockery and crass objectification.”

“Oh, you’re far too serious, Diana.” Zatanna chided her friend in a playful manner. Diana took the joke in good humour, even as she crossed her arms and alighted her head. “Even after giving up the reins of leadership to Dinah, you always have to act the paragon. Never letting anyone see you with your hair down.”

“We all work hard to keep the planet and it’s people safe.” Diana replied, coolly. “I just think we deserve more respect than what the modern world of man shows us.”

Undoubtedly, Zatanna knew her friend was implying the reams and reams of porn that existed of the Justice League and the heroines of DC Comics as a whole - over 120,000 posts on Rule34! People loved their superheroes and they loved them for a variety of reasons. Sexual love was still love, whether you worshipped the power and glory of heroines as modern day goddesses, or you expressed a misogynistic streak in controlling and breaking a woman in a position of power. Diana’s opinion of respect not mixing with sexual idealization made sense given who she was, but in Zatanna’s perspective, it was an old-fashioned viewpoint not fit for the modern world they lived in or the world she and Rob would create.

Still, playing along, Zatanna acquiesced to her friend’s discomfort. Another gesture, another surge of power, and they were transported back to a rooftop, this time with Zatanna turning night into day and transforming the bare, dull space into a lush rooftop garden, full of greenery and flowers, marble plinths and statues, and birds of paradise singing their song.

Diana herself began to sing a different tune, smiling appreciatively at the change of scenery, no doubt reminded of her home. She took a moment to bask in the beauty that Zatanna had created, which Zatanna used as her opportunity to have some fun. With her cosmic senses, she reached out to touch Diana’s mind, in the most obtuse, clumsy, and obvious manner possible. Whispers of power and control seeped into her heart and mind, but nothing that could tame the indomitable spirit of Wonder Woman.

Just as planned, Diana immediately flinched and wheeled away, turning to face Zatanna with a fierce expression while striking up a fighting stance. Zatanna smiled and played dumb.

“What’s wrong, Diana? Why do you look so intense?”

“Zatanna…” Diana began slowly, parsing the situation. “Did you try to influence my mind just now?”

“Me? No?” Zatanna applied the most fawning and supplicating smile she could before going back to the classic well. “rednoW namoW lliw emoceb a evals ot ym retsaM.”

The logomancy slammed into Diana like a truck, but she was quickly able to shake it off, just as Zatanna intended. The fierce look became one of fury, before turning puzzled, as Diana mentally parsed out the wording Zatanna used.

“Zatanna. I believe you are not in your right mind at the moment. I believe you are being controlled by some sinister ****.”

“Right and wrong, Diana.” Zatanna said, purposefully ignoring the threatening aura her longtime friend was exuding. “I am being controlled, but I am absolutely in my right mind, and there’s nothing sinister about it. Far from it. My Master is the most loving and caring individual around. He loves me and he loves you. He has me and he wants you.” She added the last line in a seductive purr, batting her eyes to get a real rise out of Diana.

She took the bait quickly enough, and predictably enough. Diana’s hands went for the golden length of rope at her waist, gripping it tightly with both hands before flinging the snare at Zatanna. The rope ended in a knotted loop that sailed through the air with godly grace, the loop seemingly growing large enough to accommodate Zatanna as it slipped past her top hat and head, before cinching itself around her waist.

“The Lasso of Truth will dispel whatever foul enchantment has befuddled your will, sister!” Diana roared triumphantly as she pulled on the golden rope, tightening the loop and pinning Zatanna’s arms to her sides.

This time, Zatanna didn’t even bother to play along.

“But the Lasso also reveals the truth of those bound by it.” Zatanna said, smirking, cool and confident as she walked towards Diana, letting the length of the Lasso between them slack and pool to the ground. “And my truth is my love and devotion to my Master and my will to see his vision come to life…”

Diana stared in shock as Zatanna seemed to effortlessly fight off the effects of her divine weapon. Steeling herself, she furrowed her brow and grunted, as if to transfer her effort and will into the Lasso so that it’s magics may take effect.

Zatanna shrugged and flexed her arms, the Lasso of Truth unspooling into a thousand golden threads that scattered through the air. Diana was agog at the turn of events.

“Great Hera…! How?”

“My truth is more powerful than yours, I suppose.” Zatanna said, squaring up to Wonder Woman - a suicide task beforehand, but now a trifle. “Or my love gives me more power than you could possibly comprehend.”

Diana was quick to regain her composure, drawing sword and shield and taking another fighting stance.

“Zatanna, you are my dear friend, but I will show no hesitation in fighting you.” Diana returned, voice as hard as diamond, power and confidence brimming in an almost visible halo about her. “I will do all I can to save you from this villain and his spell, but I also will not allow you to harm another. Forgive me for what I am about to do…”

Zatanna acted as if they were still having a friendly chat. “No hard feelings, Diana. I’m certain by the end of this, we’ll kiss and make up, like the good girls we are.”

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Alright, enough preamble and set-up, let's get into some fun! Zatanna makes a big play and goes right after one of the biggest fish in the pond in the form of Wonder Woman! I will say, this won't start a series of chapters of Zatanna enslaving the rest of the Justice League - their time comes later - and this arc is going to be intercut with other goings on as it happens. But the point is, we're going to get back to the enslaving and the fucking that I know you all love so much. And the question is, does Wondy stand a chance against her old friend? Or, maybe it's, what does Zatanna intend to do to her old friend?