The spell takes effect

Constantine had cast his most powerful spell, and Zatanna would have no option but to pleasure herself, perhaps forever.

Zatanna fell down to the stage floor, still handcuffed and tied-up, and started letting out the kind of moans that Constantine himself used to elicit. God, he missed that bitch and the way she'd play with his penis; her years of backwards-speaking and prestidigitation meant her tongue and finger skills were beyond magic.

He lit up a cigarette, wondering when she was going to break out of her bondage, but she didn't seem to need her hands for enjoyment, judging by the way she was shuddering and shaking on stage. Then he noticed her crotch, highlighted by large video screens on either side of the stage. as the black material around her pubic area began to jut out, and then tear, as rampant rabbit after rampant rabbit suddenly spilled out of her magic box, leaving Zee both shaken and stirred. She arched her back, her heels digging into the stage, her fishnet-clad legs parting, giving John a glimpse of heaven, and then a five of spades emerged from her vagina.

"Is this your car-ahhh-ahhhhhh-ard?" Zee asked an audience member, hearkening back to an earlier unfinished trick. Zee was nothing if not the consummate performer

The man in the audience nodded and the crowd went wild. While some of the audience were shocked by Zatanna's nudity, and had already started to leave. the vast majority flocked closer to the stage, eager to see some up-close magic.

John, cigarette firmly between his lips, moved his hands under his coat and unzipped his trousers - this was the reason he always wore the trench coat - but before he could grab his cock, he suddenly found himself hanging from the ceiling, his throbbing cock sticking out of his coat, looking down at Zatanna. He wasn't sure what spell she'd used, but it wasn't the first time she'd put him in manacles and treated him to a period of denial. He looked down at the audience, the majority of whom were now joining Zatanna in masturbation, as his cock twitched helplessly, and then at Zatanna, writhing in delight as this time real rabbits emerged from her semi-raven semi-shaven pussy, breeding like, well, rabbits.

Frustrated he hung there, smoking away, while the audience below were on fire, indulging themselves in every way. while white doves now flew out of a screaming Zatanna, flying up towards him. Struggling, Zee managed to get to her feet, and looked up at him.

"Lana, cuff 'em!" she said, and he wondered who Lana was and who she should cuff, and then his groin started involuntarily thrusting and he realised it was a backwards spell, as the audience rushed forward, mounting the stage, ready to mount Zatanna.

He was helpless, his libido in overdrive, but no matter how blue his balls would get, at least he had a good view for the upcoming show.

Then he had the best seat in the house, as he suddenly found himself standing on the stage, a massive pair of boobs on his chest. He looked up in the air and saw himself looking down, and realised Zatanna had swapped minds with him.

"Fuck me!" he said, as the first of many cocks and dildos entered his new body. Groaning he looked up to see Zee looking down, smoking his cigarette and smiling.

How could he have forgotten so soon. John's discomfort was Zatanna's favourite way to pleasure herself