Rob, But of Course

Rob confidently and firmly held his hand up, trying his best to hide a knowing smirk, as the spotlight swept over the club floor.

"Who could it be, who will it be? The forces of magic are telling that that it's... you!"

The light cut out for a second-and-a-half, before, flashing back on with dramatic emphasis, shining directly and solely on Rob.

As if there were any doubt...

"You, sir, come on, don't be shy!" Zatanna ushered him forth. "Come on up to the stage, sir. And let's give our volunteer a round of applause, everyone!"

The crowd did as bid, while Rob made his efforts to disentangle himself from the four clingy girls he had brought with him, basically aiming them at each other so they would cuddle and fondle themselves and not him. Eventually, Rob slipped out of the booth and made his way to the stage, trying not to move so quickly and eagerly as to betray his excitement.

When he stood next to Zatanna, Rob was now fully able appreciate her beauty, trying too hard not to stare at her long legs, clad in fishnet stockings, or the healthy amount of cleavage that her buttoned opened top revealed, or the silky black locks that spilled from beneath her top hat. Or her bright, charming smile. Or her deep and mysterious dark blue eyes. Or...

Well, he tried not to stare at her beauteous form, and found it very difficult, was the long and short of it.

Reaching into her suit jacket, Zatanna pulled out a microphone from a pocket that either did not exist, or would be too small to hold it. "Could you please tell us your name, sir?" She asked, before holding the mic up to Rob.

"Well, I'm Rob Daily." Rob said, trying not to be too awkward. And then he blurted out, "It's really great to meet you, Zatanna."

Instantly, a smattering of chuckle came from the crowd, veiled from Rob by the shine of the stage lights, causing Rob to flush. Fortunately the darkness cut both ways and no one could see that reaction.

Zatanna just smiled and brushed off the awkwardness of the comment and the moment. "Well, it's nice to meet you too, Rob. So, could you tell me and these fine folks a little about yourself? Like, what you do for a living?"

"Well, a lot of things, actually. I'm an artist, a teacher, a bit of an entrepreneur, too." Rob took a breath. Now was the time to make his move. "And, actually, I practice a bit of magic, too. Would you like to see a trick I've been working on, Zatanna?"

"Sorry, but I do have a schedule to keep." Zatanna replied with the breezy casualness of a someone who has experienced this before, firm but polite. "So how about we move right on to-"

"Oh, but I insist." Rob said, not into the mic, but to Zatanna directly. "You'll really like it. Just like what you do, it's a spin on an old classic."

Then, crossing the Rubicon, Rob grabbed onto the brim of Zatanna's top hat, one hand on either side of it, and then yanked it down with great **** in one fluid motion. As if made of putty, the cylinder of the hat began to stretch in an impossible manner, as the top hat grew in order to swallow Zatanna, Rob first pulled it down to cover all of her mouth, muffling her voice, then to her shoulders and biceps, pinning her arms to her side. Zatanna struggled and squirmed to escape, but Rob's grip was too great in the moment and, soon enough, the hat engulfed Zatanna from head to toe, it's cylindrical body now standing as tall as she was. Rob placed a palm atop the hat's crown and pushed down, grunting as he compressed the hat back to it's normal size.

A murmur of confusion sprang from the crowd, but Rob got them to pause with a motion of his hand, telling them to relax and enjoy the show. He then made a showman-like flourish of the hat, showing it's empty interior to the crowd, performing big, pantomime motions to prove it was an ordinary, empty top hat.

And then, he pulled a rabbit from the hat.

Sticking his hand inside, Rob felt something that shouldn't have been there and pulled, revealing a pair of rabbit ears to the crowd, the tips of them showing through his closed fist. Straining with effort, Rob tried his hardest to yank whatever was now in the hat out, the brim of it buckling and warping. Whatever was in there was lodged tightly. Then, with Rob red in the face, the lodged object came loose with a loud, comical POP sound, as Zatanna appeared out of the hat, looking confused as all hell, landing back onto the stage, but now dressed in a bunnygirl outfit.

In practice, it wasn't all too different from her stage magician costume - replacing her hat for a bunny ear headband, losing her suit jacket, her leotard being a lot simpler in design and made of a thinner material, and a puffy cottontail now sewn onto the rear of her costume. So Zatanna was not upset by the costume itself, or by the heckles and catcalls that came from the crowd in the moments following her reappearance.

No, instead, she was livid over being upstaged.

"Okay, okay, nice trick there, Rob..." Zatanna said through a plastered on smile, barely managing to contain her seething rage. "But I think you've had your fun, so why don't you take your seat and-"

"Au contraire, miss," Rob said quickly, trying to cut Zatanna off before she could conjure a spell. "I think you should spend some time showing off your new look." He then cleared his throat and said with perfect backwards elocution and pronunciation"

"Annataz skrewt reh ynnub-ttub rof eht ecneidua."

A thrum of power ripped through the air, like a chord played on an electric guitar. It reverberated and echoed in the air for a long time, as Zatanna stared and gawked at Rob, not believing what she just heard. "Oh no..."

And then her body, without her permission or desire, turned about-face, facing away from the audience. She crouched down - her body crouched down - once more, without her consent, and she began to bounce and roll her perky, perfect ass up and down to the beat of an invisible tune.

If Zatanna's new wardrobe got the crowd's motors running, then her twerking her delightful bum, cottontail bouncing up and down, sent them into overdrive. Men (and some women) were practically drooling in barely contained lust, though some of the others in the audience were muttering uncomfortably over the obscene performance. And over the distressed expression Zatanna currently wore.

"Okay buddy, I don't know who you are, or what you're after, but the fun stops now!" Zatanna said, trying to sound defiant, but the effect was sort of ruined when she was squatting down and shaking her moneymaker. But then, a powerful reverberation entered her lilting voice, echoing across the stage as she uttered, "Annataz snruter ot-"

"Annataz tonnac esu cigam elihw ehs sah eerf lliw!" Rob's voice boomed louder, the power in it resounding like thunder in the open sky. It smashed into Zatanna, causing the spell upon her lips to sputter and die, as she felt Rob's power enter her mind, shaking and quaking, the words rattling about in her brain on an endless loop, binding her to the effects of his spell.

"No..." Zatanna said, dismayed, her voice small and defeated. She was one of the most powerful spellcasters alive! She had bested demons and demigods and practitioners with centuries of experience, but now she was being trumped by some random man at one of her shows!? Not to mention, with the wording of his spells, he only had one goal in mind...

Zatanna shuddered at the thought, not helped by the fact that she could clearly see the bulge in Rob's pants, her face level with his crotch, him looming down upon her with a smug look on his face. He was enjoying himself, but he was far from done, as he summoned up more will and power for another spell, shouting out a series of words that had served him well in the past few weeks.

"Toh! Yxes! Ynroh! Yttuls! Regae! Yebo! Timbus! Tsul! Evol!"

If his last spell hit like a thunderclap, this was a cluster of explosions that ripped across the stage and through the space of the small club. Zatanna took it all point blank, each reversed word pounding into her mind and causing a ripple of heat and pleasure to flood her body. Her eyes fluttered and she let out a low moan, shaking her ass and shimmying her hips faster now. She felt her nipples harden, stiff tips visible through the thin material of her bunny suit, while a damp spot began to spread along her crotch.

But the words did not stop at Zatanna, as they continued to sail along into the audience, Rob's magic wildly surging through their libidos and amping them up. Gone was any concern for Zatanna and the humiliation she was being put through, replaced solely by a primal need to mate.

Rob chuckled at the sight of it, motioning to his booth. "By the way, everyone, do you see those sluts I was sitting with?" As of now, Hermione and Luna were making out, Hermione groping the blonde's ass, while Luna's fingers swiftly explored her friend's hot slit. Cho and Ginny were laid up on the table, sixty-nining with reckless abandon. And they were like this before Rob's last spell. "Those four are **** whores I've been training, so please feel free to use them to get off. They'll be extremely thankful to be treated like living cocksleeves. Ygro no eht bulc roolf!"

Once more, the power crashed over the unsuspecting clubgoers like a wave but, unlike Zatanna, they had no means of resisting the magic, all of them being helplessly swept along without a care in the world. All were instantly effected, guests and staff, no exceptions. Their bodies went stiff with tension, eyes glazing over, as they began to move like predators on the prowl and... well, an orgy broke out on the club floor.

Most people stuck with their partner or whoever they came with, some broke away to find someone new to play with, men and women all, but about a dozen men immediately gravitated towards the center booth and untangled the four Hogwarts girls from each other, roughly snatching them by hair or hip and staking claim to their mates, like brutish neanderthals. Hermione and the others hardly minded being treated like this, so far gone were they. They moaned and giggled and panted, bodies gyrating with need, quickly latching on to their new partner or partners with animalistic lust.

Cho was able to redeem herself for her earlier poor performance, on her knees servicing three men at once with her mouth and hands. She gagged and choked on their thick lengths, cum drizzling from her swollen lips, streaks of it already laced in her hair within minutes, but she was deliriously happy and drank the seed like a woman who had wandered the desert for ten days before finding water. Luna was now the one in sixty-nining, laying atop a man on the leather booth, slurping down his rod while he lapped at her pussy, all while another gentleman anally **** her. The spacey blonde squealed and squeaked through the thick cock wrapped about her lips as her anal virginity was taken from her, but made no further protest, soon succumbing to the sheer mind-numbing pleasure of it all.

Ginny was bent over the table being taken from behind, a line forming behind her of other eager suitors, while the redhead roared and screamed like a banshee, eyes dilated to pinpricks and slaver running down her chin. She was nothing more than a rutting animal now. But it was Hermione who was belle of the ball, laid out on the floor, surrounded by men who could barely contain their desire for the brunette witch. Both her pussy and ass were being pounded on simultaneously, while several more men jockeyed for position near her mouth, shoving their dicks against her lips, nose, and hair, and yet more surrounded her on all sides, rubbing the slick heads of their cocks against her body, or jerking off, covering her flesh in strings of white seed. With everything happening to the girl, it was a miracle she had retained any semblance of self in the wild orgy.

"Oh god, oh go - OH GOD YES! So big, they're so big, so hot... love it need, it, yes, yes, YES! Use me! Fuck me! I'm a whore, a slut, a total slag! **** me like the bitch I am! You hot studs have to fuck me, Rob said so! Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmeeeeeee!!!"

Rob watched the entire scene play out with wry amusement, though he was a little sad he wouldn't get to take the virginity of his four Hogwarts whores. Oh well, plenty of sluts in the sea and all that. Still, this was the first time anything related to his wish had directly affected a real person. Was it a one time thing, just the scenario perfectly lining up with his actions, or could the powers he obtained when enslaving his fictional beauties - the magic money, his alpha personality, the hypnotic videos, the Pink Room - bleed over to the reel world?

Questions for later, he thought, looking down on Zatanna. The bespelled magician was still twerking, even though she was no longer the star attraction tonight. She was cringing, eyes shut, as the sounds of the orgy played out behind her.

"Stand up." Rob said and Zatanna quickly hopped back to her feet, obeying instantly as if Rob had used more logomancy to compel her. That was an assuring sign. Rob turned her about face so Zatanna would look out on the orgy on the club. He gripped her breasts through the leotard and squeezed them, gently, while his thumbs drew circled over her stiff nipples. She didn't have the largest breasts in the world (though, that was increasingly becoming a tough category to compete in) but they were perfect for her form, and they felt perfect in Rob's hands, soft globes perfectly filling his bear paws.

Zatanna mewled and squirmed, lips held firmly shut. Normally, at this point, Rob's victims would begin begging him to stop or asking him why he was doing this, or what he wanted, but Zatanna had mostly just shut down. As if depriving her of her magic completely destroyed the poor thing.

"We're far from done here, sweetheart." Rob whispered to her, kissing her on the earlobe. Zatanna shuddered, even moreso when Rob gave a big squeeze to her tits. And then he whispered to her, "Leef tahw yeht leef."

Immediately, Zatanna's eyes snapped open, as the emotions, the desire, the sheer unrestrained lust of the orgy psychically transferred into her mind. Rob let go of her, as Zatanna fell to her knees, fingers worrying at her crotch. The cool and dignified stage magician had entirely vanished now, replaced by a drooling, moaning, horny bunnyslut, subsumed by the tide of sexed-up psyches that had been mainlined into her brain.

"Fuck me..." Zatanna moaned, slurring, drooling, as she echoed the phrase rattling around in her mind, repeated a hundred times a minute. "Fuck me fuck me fuckme fuckme fuckmefuckmefuckemFUCKMEFUCKME!!!!"

Rob was always willing to oblige a lady in need, so he slipped the crotch of her suit aside and plunged in, her snatch warm and inviting, hugging onto his cock for dear life. Taking one of her fishnet-clad legs and raising it up against her shoulder, Rob fucked her on the stage, while the orgy raged on unabated on the club floor.

"Ees ym seiromem. Evil ym seiromem."

With another spell, the sheer static of lust overtaking Zatanna was overwritten, her mind once more psychically flooded, this time by hundreds of images of Rob and his slaves. Seeing them, feeling them, reliving them as Zatanna was suddenly Urbosa, being taught by Tifa and Zarya how to properly pleasure a man. Or she was Kamala, inflating her clitoris into a gigantic pseudo-cock and then sucking herself off, all for Master's pleasure. Zatanna was Chun-Li, learning how to bellydance. She was Shulkie and Korri and Cynthia, her brains reduced to pink mush. She was sucking Master's cock. She was cooking his meals. She was masturbating at the thought of him. She was a hapless student being enslaved.

She was all these things and none of them, entirely disassociated from her real body, even as Rob ploughed her, voices and memories continuing to flood in her.

"God, I love being a whore Robbie. Who needs to work for money when I can fuck and slut my way through life and have Master buy me everything~"

"Goodness, no! Why would I ever want to work in a grimy, gross garage? I'm so much happier servicing my lord and master like a good little ****-wife. Now sir, I've finished cooking and cleaning, so I think it's time I move on to the third C...."

"And remember, inside every woman is a horny, eager slut, ready to fuck and please at a moment's notice. So whenever you draw a woman and a man together, the man should be powerful and dominant, and the woman should be submissive and slutty. It's just the proper way of things."

Zatanna was near-catatonic, even as Rob filled her womb with cum, but he had one last thing to do before the night could be done.

He leaned forward and whispered to her, "All you have to do to end this, is say the magic words, darling."

"I..." Zatanna started, as she felt her and Hermione's ass spasm from being filled with cum.

"I..." Zatanna started, as she saw Rob purchase custom latex ponygirl suits for his muscle-sluts. And a chariot. All for a later date.

"I..." Zatanna started, as she felt his unbridled desire and immeasurable power whenever he found a new **** to add to his harem.

Zatanna swallowed, closing her eyes, and she said...

"I ma Retsam Bor's xes evals!"

Zatanna stood upon the stage, perfectly groomed and coifed, back in her stage magician outfit, now sign of staining from cum or sweat. Her eyes sparkled and pulsed with pure joy, the joy of acknowledging her purpose and accepting her fate. The joy of submission.

Rob placed an arm around her waist, Zatanna resting her head against his broad chest, sighing contently.

"Well, folks, I hope you all enjoyed the show, but I have to announce this will be my last show for some time! My Master is going to take me home and mold me into the perfect sex ****. Perhaps he'll let me perform in the future, but, until then, have yourselves a wonderful evening and thanks for coming out!"