A magical evening

<!--StartFragment-->Making Powerless Girl into my submissive bimbo **** has easily been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.

18 hours ago I was picking up rocks in the dirt. I already put in the work, I got the special rocks. Supergirl was a target I used to be terrified of encountering. She broke into Superwhore with basically 0 resistance. The more I think of it, she never even got a word out before being restrained and pierced.

How dumb and submissive the pink Kryptonite makes her might be more to do with her and less to do with how it effects every Kryptonian.

Other universe her is something far more dangerous.

So here I am overthinking about the fact that I’ve seen verifiable proof of other realities, time manipulation and the existence of Hell, all in order to make this blowjob last longer.

God damn that mouth is warm and nobody can move their tongue like that without experience.

How long would it take an elder god to knock up a Kryptonian a dozen odd times?

One of the edge cases was if she had infertility issues he had to return her after 100 years of trying in that dimension.

She wasn’t back at 1 hour and 40 minutes so….mozeltov.

This blowjob is ****, get a slow teasing blowjob well I wait for them to finish sounded enjoyable 2 hours ago, now I just want to grab her head and…

I can’t believe I need to do a second thing to successfully trap one person.

Yup, use the anger to not cum yet.

The only magic user I know by name is John Constantine and that’s only because the big scary demon told me not to fuck with him so that seems like a poor choice.

The red light from Trigons portal announced his return and I immediately shot a huge load into Superwhore’s mouth.

Powerless Girl had a hollow look in her eyes but looked the same as when she left otherwise.

I pulled on my pants and as I approached Trigon Superwhore approached Powerless Girl and planted a huge cummy kiss on her.

Breaking off the kiss Superwhore took her by the hand and led her back to where we had been. Powerless Girl didn’t resist as her head was lowered between Superwhore’s legs.

For an evil artifact, it looked really plain. Metal collar, silver maybe, very reflective, something in the reflections seems wrong though.

Hard to describe exactly. Like the way a spoon bends reflections except at the corner of your eye everything’s screaming until you look at it.

A small black demon skull marked the front and center.

“Before we move on, I must repay a discrepancy” Trigon said, clearly unhappy to say it.

“what would that…” I started to ask but he ignored me, moving his finger through the air he left a glyph of flame which suddenly shot forward into my chest.

That…

That really fucking hurt. I will spare you a detailed description of flesh burning and fat boiling.

The important bit is that the pain was suddenly gone.

“WHY?” I choked out with a noticeable voice crack in the middle, having dropped to my knees.

“we agreed to 12 spawn. Number 12 and 13 were twins.” The edge of his voice reduced. “Deals carry more weight among my kind then a mortal could ever comprehend, the scales were not aligned and must be corrected” he was speaking normally again.

“How exactly did burning a hole in my chest repay me? Respectfully and all.” I said finally getting my feet under me again and rising.

“Tis a Boon. The human term is, I believe, an I.O.U, As long as you bear it, any demon allied to me, or in fear of me, will ignore you, to attack you would be akin to declaring war on me. You may use it to call on me for a single favor, keep in mind, once I do it you are no longer under my protection, do not summon me for something trivial or I will kill you afterwards for wasting my time.”

Huh.

Cool.

“Alright then, I agree, scales balanced” for just a second, I think I saw gratitude when I said it.

“so how’s this thing work and what can go wrong with it?” I held up the collar.

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I sat down beside Superwhore and she leaned her head against my shoulder, content smile on her pretty face.

Powerless Girl was loudly slurping on her pussy.

“who would have thought Magical boons were a real thing. I thought my world was weird before today.” I said.

“I got one of those” Superwhore mumbled dreamily.

“Of course you do” I said dismissively stroking her hair.

Wait, what?

“You have what now?” I asked, suddenly much more interested in what she had to say.

“Friend of mine, saved her life, gave me a favor chip.” She said it so casually, like she wasn’t getting eaten out by her other dimensional self on a public park bench.

“where is it?” I asked, extra intrigued by the saved HER portion of it.

She simply held up her hand and she was holding a black and white poker chip. “Magic” she giggled before having a massive howling orgasm.

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Zatanna only had a few seconds warning that a favor was being called in. The teleportation spell was automatic and she barely managed to call her wand to her before she was pulled away.

She hurriedly used magic to change from a hoodie and sweatpants into her usual attire.

4 inch heels, fishnet tights, tiny black shorts, a tuxedo top and a tall black hat. Presentation was always important.

Stepping from the magical portal she found her friend Kara running towards her, another woman hunched on the ground behind her.

“I need your help Zee, someone hit her with some sorta magic and I’m scared she won’t make it” that was all Zatanna needed to hear, she stepped closer to the downed woman, pointing her wand and mumbling some words under her breath.

2 paces away she froze.

“There is dark magic at work but something else is clouding her aura, something I’ve never seen before…” she turned to Kara as she spoke but froze.

With her aura examination up she could see the exact same clouding of her friends aura. Swirling blue, pink and red raged like dragons, moving in circular patterns, acting as both guard and bindings simultaneously.

If she spent less time analyzing it she might have seen Superwhore’s physical hands reach forward and grab her.

Just like she was told, hold the wrist with one hand, cover her mouth with the other.

Powerless Girl rose from the hunched position with the collar in hand and closed it around the magicians neck with only a momentary hesitation.

Time froze.

I don’t mean that in the, everybody held their breath and waited kind of way.

I Mean all atomic movement froze in place and me and a furious woman in a ridiculous costume were staring at each other, the only 2 things still moving.

“Stupid, stupid, fuck” she stomped her foot with each proclamation. Her eyes focused on me for the first time. “do you have any idea what kind of evil you are playing with?” a hint of panic in her tone.

“Why did everything stop?” I asked.

“for this contingency to trigger you just did something I would consider worse then ****. You can surrender, remove your control collar and I will allow you to live.” She was talking a big game but the more she spoke the more I realized she couldn’t do anything.

If she was gonna blast me, she would have already.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be doing that. Don’t suppose you’ll just surrender and accept your new life as my ****?” I replied.

“You’re the challenger” she said hardly above a whisper.

“So what’s that mean?” I asked.

“your magic, or your owners I suppose, is fighting mine. Make a challenge, if I accept it, it decides who wins. We both need to agree to it or it doesn’t happen and you make another challenge. If we never agree we spend a subjective eternity locked in time together.”

I don’t think she appreciates explaining the basics of the magic duel I initiated. She needed to though cause we would both have stayed trapped if she didn’t.

I may not have taken it very seriously for a while. I kept making offers like “be my sex **** for 10 years and if you don’t like it ill let you go” but she wouldn’t bite.

She baited her own trap, well I was thinking of a new way to tell her to be my **** and shut up I heard her grumble toward Powerless Girls frozen form “what would make you betray another woman like this?”

“You couldn’t last a day in her slutty little booties” I said, a grin growing on my face as I realized the potential.

“it would certainly take more then a day to break me but I will not give you the satisfaction of even one second of touching me.” She believed it, that’s for sure.

“that’s my challenge, you have the live out the last 24 hours of her life, I said pointing at Powerless Girl. You have the mental equivalent of a button and if you press it, it means you want to leave and I win.” I tried not to reveal too much in my tone.

She glared at me, “the last 24 hours? If I go the whole time without pressing the button, I win and the collar is removed?”

“I agree” I said.

I agree” said the poor oblivious bitch who was about to experience centuries of being bred by Trigon.

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The more I think about the things I’ve done to Powerless Girl today the more I realized How **** most of it was. I’ve long since accepted im not a very good person but I have been exceptionally cruel to her.

Now I understand why, it was all leading to this trap.

The slutty magician clenched up, let out a tiny squeak before everything went back to normal and time was ticking away like nothing happened.

Did I win?

I watched the new woman stumble backwards a few steps. The tips of her fingers touched the collar lightly before her eyes shot wide open.

“Y….you sick fuck” she said with shaking breath.

“like I haven’t heard that before” I said, rolling my eyes.

“so it worked right? The collar has your free will snared up or whatever?” I had been advancing on her well she stayed put. She continued her light touch of the collar and I saw tears begin ti form in the corners of her eyes.

“Yes, you have complete control of me” she said with open contempt and venom.

“Ok, first things first, let’s fix all of your costumes” I said, with a big smile. “take the designs in my head and make them real on the 3 of you.”

Zatanna hated everything about that idea, yet her wand moved and her will began channeling the primal forces of the universe.

Powerless Girl was naked except for a few inch rectangle of fabric over the top of her cleavage and thigh high boots.

Superwhore had the least changes. Her classic red skirt was shorten and raised. The waistband was just below her belly button and ended before her pussy. Her top was an extremely tight and transparent White belly shirt. Her nipples were plainly visible.

Zatanna was wearing 6 inch stiletto heels, fishnet tights, the collar, disguised as a white ribbon tie and her hat.

“why did you change my clothes? We had a deal” Powerless Girl whined, voice full of creeping dread.

“We did?” I asked, feigning confusion.

“If I put the collar on her you would let me go, she was my replacement” she had bet everything on me keeping my word, that last spark of hope being extinguished before her very eyes.

“right, I did say that, Zatanna was it? Make her completely honest.”

There was no hesitation, the wand was up and suddenly, the panicking woman was still and quiet. Zatanna looked physically pained by what she was doing.

“If I let you go, what will you do?” I asked plainly.

“Kill you immediately, the exact moment my powers are returned, rip your head off faster then you could ever react” her tone was flat, emotionless.

“Then I was right to go through all of this, you had to experience everything because you wouldn’t just submit.” I tutted my tongue and shook my head like I was disappointed in her.

“For all intents and purposes, this is as good as killing you by most people standards. The real you anyway, but I think what im replacing it with is way more fun and will contribute more to society.” She couldn’t show much emotion but my words definitely caused a flash of fear in her eyes.

“Do it” I said to Zatanna, her eyes pleaded with me to reconsider but she moved to comply.

“obmiB noitamrofsnart” she said, pointing her wand right and Powerless Girls forehead.