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Chapter 12 by zedar zedar

What does she say?

A point you hadn't considered

"Give it up," Wonder Woman says, glancing at you to make sure you're paying attention. "We should have known we couldn't overcome Zatanna's love spells."

"Her... what?" you say blankly.

Power Girl blinks rapidly, then nods. "That's a good point," she says. "Zatanna's obviously put the whammy on him, there's no amount of sex appeal that can top that."

"Zatanna wouldn't--" you begin, but hesitate. Ordinarily, Zatanna would never resort to using love magic. But then, it's pretty clear these women are doing many things they wouldn't ordinarily do. How can you figure out whether or not you're making this decision of your own free will? "Wonder Woman, use your lasso on--"

"No," says Wonder Woman calmly. "I only use my lasso when necessary, anything else would be a serious invasion of privacy." She smiles at you. "Of course, if you enslaved me I'd have **** but to do as you say."

"Oh, give it up, Di-- Wonder Woman!" Zatanna cries. "You've lost!"

"Yes, I have," says Wonder Woman calmly. "But do you know how many fights I've won after I'd 'lost'? Superheroes don't give up just because it looks like the fight's over."

Zatanna turns to you "Master," she says desperately, "I would never stoop to using love spells! That would go against everything I stand for!"

"Of course it would," you say, poker-faced. "Only a real slimeball would use mind control to get sex." You know what Wonder Woman is trying to do, of course, but the fact that she has ulterior motives doesn't necessarily mean that what she's saying isn't true. You could take her as a second **** as she's offered, but somewhat to your own surprise the idea is a turn-off. That would be knuckling under. You want to be the one making the decisions, you don't want a "****" who pressures you into doing what she wants.

"...No," you say eventually. "My apartment isn't big enough for a second ****. I didn't hear Zatanna say any magic words, and as I understand it she needs those to cast a spell. And anyway, I don't love her. She's just a convenient cumrag to me." You give Zatanna's ass a quick slap and a squeeze to underline your point.

Zatanna smiles proudly. "That's right," she says stoutly. "And I'll always be his cumrag, and you never will." To your amusement, she sticks her tongue out at the others.

"C'mon then, cumrag. We're going to my apartment."

Zatanna hesitates "Master, there are some nearby villains I have to--"

"Zatanna," you say sternly, "I gave you an order. If you aren't willing to follow my orders then I'm sure one of these fine ladies is."

Panic fills Zatanna's eyes. "Oh, no, Master. Of course I'll go to your apartment."

You smile smugly. "It'll be your new apartment too. It's where I keep all my property."


You yawn. "I'm heading off to bed. C'mon, you can finish cleaning the kitchen tomorrow."

Zatanna looks over at you through a face marked with tears, mascara, spit, and cum. "Yes, Master. Do you want me to share your bed, or should I sleep on the couch?"

You laugh. "Share my bed? Don't be silly, you're disgusting." It's true. The past several hours of use have rendered her barely recognizable under the fluids, bruises, and general mess. "You'll sleep on the floor next to it."

Zatanna blinks. "Why the floor? The couch is--"

"Because I said so," you say sharply. She bows her head immediately, having quickly learned what happens if she talks back to you. This show of obedience makes you relent slightly. "And because it's important to me that whatever you get is a bit worse than whatever I get. It's about the inequality. It's not that I want the best things -- not just that, anyway. It's because I want to make sure you're lower than me in every way." You nod at the sponge in her hand. "It's sort of the same reason I'm making you clean the kitchen by hand instead of just casting a spell, I want you to have to do the scutwork for me because it makes me feel powerful."

"I... see," says Zatanna, a bit taken aback. She forces a smile. "I'm sure I'll come to enjoy this eventually, Master."

You shrug. "Unlikely," you say. "But I'll enjoy it, and that's the important thing."

What's next?

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