The fight hadn’t gone very well and the Mistress of Magic realized that she was only beginning to deal with the consequences of being unprepared.
During her turn watching the Justice League’s monitor array, Zatanna Zatara observed one of her father’s oldest enemies Harmon Quince as he robbed a jewelry store located in San Presto California, the town just east of where her large mansion was located. Like the Zatara family, the Quince clan elected to live amongst normal humans rather than hide with the insular Homo Magii community. The Quinces were significantly less skillful than the Zataras and never reached the level of adoration that Zatanna’s family achieved. Jealousy led generation after generation of Quince sons and daughters to cause trouble for the corresponding generation of the Zatara family. A few pursued criminal lifestyles and none of them had any claim to creating anything resembling a useful contribution to mankind.
Harmon Quince was two years older than Zatanna and one of the least magically adept members of his lineage in memory. Years ago he made a number of passes at the teenaged brunette whom she rebuffed rudely but he never stopped leering at her whenever they crossed each other’s paths socially. When Zatanna launched her dual careers as a performing magician and a reserve member of the Justice League, she lost track of her unwanted paramour. Now she needed to chase after him and make him pay for his theft. She rewound the incident footage and observed it three times using techniques the Batman taught her along with the lessons in escapology he provided. Quince entered the store at 4:00 AM using the standard tools of a thief. No evidence of magic showed up as she watched the crime and nobody appeared threatened. She radioed the San Presto police department to determine if any phone threats or kidnapping reports were made prior to the robbery. Since there were no records of these types of incidents, Zatanna assumed the crime was limited to property and there was no urgency in pursuing Quince. She was due to conclude her term watching the monitors in thirty minutes and as she finished her assignment, she donned her famous female tuxedo outfit and fishnet hose that accented her shapely legs. As she slipped her heels on, Batman arrived to relieve her for his own three hours of monitor duty.
“I witnessed a robbery and I’m going to take down the perpetrator,” she told Batman with a smile. He responded with his usual grim visage and no nonsense attitude.
“Why don’t you just let the police take care of this?” he asked.
“I sent them a copy of the tape,” Zatanna replied. “Harmon Quince may have magical powers and I think I’m better equipped to handle him than normal cops who aren’t prepared.”
As she struggled, Zatanna remembered that thought and cursed herself silently. The ball gag in her mouth helped make that decision for her.
As she put her heroine uniform on, Zatanna studied a book of useful spells which lay open on the monitor seat and committed several to memory. Harmon Quince’s magical skills wouldn’t possibly provide much of a challenge for her. She intended to corner him, convey him to the police and be home in time for the ten PM newscast. When she finished briefing Bruce on the happenings of her eight hour shift, she collected the spell book and walked towards the lift on her way to the teleporter room. Batman watched her hips sway as she moved and allowed himself the luxury of enjoying her unintentional show. Before his parents were murdered, Zatanna and he were playmates. Thomas Wayne and Sindella Zatara worked in the same hospitals sharing their gifts with the unfortunate people of Gotham City. After his parents died and Zatanna’s father disappeared, they lost contact. They reconnected briefly in college but Bruce already followed the rigorous path which would lead him to become the Batman. Zatanna was no less distracted and would also leave Gotham on a multiple year search for her father. The underlying attraction between the pair was undeniable and led her to maintain her membership in the Justice League even though she preferred her performing career to the crime fighting aspects of her life. She met and married John Constantine, an adventurer of dubious intent. He was a faithful husband but he spent too much time adventuring to ever be a good husband and the marriage failed. Batman knew all this as well as the fact that the magician was still married because Constantine proved too elusive to drag into court so the marriage could legally cease. The doors to the monitor room slid shut and Batman’s focus turned to the main screen which was parsing through the millions of security cameras located worldwide.
‘Nothing of interest so far’ he thought, ‘At least nothing better than the lady that just teleported back to earth.’
Zatanna materialized on her estate and held the book out in front of her before chanting ‘Nruter ot eht flehs.”
The spell book obeyed and Zatanna double checked her cell phone for the location of Harmon Chance. She called her father and explained what she was about to do and asked if he had any tips for her.
“My father successfully altered the Quince DNA many years ago,” her father said. “You still need to be alert, but Harmon isn’t capable of anything that simple defensive spells won’t block. Do you want me to come along?”
She thanked him and promised to stop by later in the week but refused his offer. Zatanna was confident of her ability and started towards the apartment where Quince was holed up. It was only two blocks away and she covered the distance in less than ten minutes. The streets were deserted so nobody would buzz the security door and allow her to slip in. She decided to use her powers and she uttered a spell that placed her in the hallway outside of Quince’s third floor apartment. She decided to ring the bell and take Quince down with one of the disabling spells she memorized earlier.
When the door opened, nobody was on the other side. Zatanna tip toed in the door and looked in every direction. There was no sign of anybody in the entry room or any of the other five rooms. Zatanna returned to the front door and met two San Presto police officers the officer whose badge identified him as Read ordered her to raise her hands and Zatanna realized they thought she broke into the domicile. She tried to explain her presence but the other officer ‘Melloy’ instructed her to be quiet.
“You may be a stranger in town and not aware that we take our Miranda rights seriously,” he stated as an explanation. “Anything you say will be used against you during your court case. We have a low tolerance for crime and the judge imposes maximum punishments. If you cooperate, it will be better for you. Now turn around, lower your hands while keeping them visible, and keep your mouth shut.”
Zatanna followed the instructions and she winced as her wrists were confined within the police handcuffs. Read and Melloy took positions on either side of her and each placed a hand on the closest shoulder as they propelled her to the elevator. Read sat next to her in the police cruiser as they drove her to the dingy police station, a small three story brick building with no architectural features that could be considered memorable. Inside the station, her handcuffs were removed so they could fingerprint her. Then she was led to a desk and instructed to sit down and complete a short form to identify her. As Zatanna filled in the document, the fingerprint clerk rushed into the room and appeared in a state of panic. He pulled the first officer he saw aside and whispered into the man’s ear as he pointed at Zatanna. The officer grabbed his firearm from his holster and said loudly, “Code 2150, the brunette in the fancy tuxedo get-up.”
Instantly, every gun in the room pointed at the magician. The man who provided her the form now stood and instructed her to get on her knees. Zatanna did so, keeping her hands in plain sight as she took her position on the ground. She was handcuffed again and lifted to her feet by two burly officers. They nearly carried her to the lowest level in the basement and roughly tossed her in the stinky holding cell.
“Not every day we capture somebody off the FBI’s ten-most-wanted list,” one of the officers said.
“Yeah,” his cohort replied as they stared at their captive. “The brains behind the biggest wire scam in Utah, Nevada and Arizona getting caught breaking and entering.”
The sound of running feet echoed down the stairwell and the same officer who identified Zatanna as the wanted criminal was back. He handed a piece of paper to one of her guards and then he raced back up the stairs. Zatanna had ignored the man previously but in the few seconds he spent outside her cell, she realized it was Harmon Quince wearing the officer’s uniform. She started to protest but quickly quieted as another gun was pointed directly at her face with the hammer cocked.
“You need to start removing that fancy outfit Miss Pitts,” the man not holding the weapon said. “Our police women will be here in a few moments to help you into your specially designed prison clothing. We received a warning from the FBI and if you utter even a syllable of sound, McGeever there will shoot. You’ve behaved well so far so keep it up.”
Zatanna was puzzled by this turn of events and she figured that things would eventually be straightened out. She removed her top hat and collapsed it flat so these officers wouldn’t damage it. A magician’s top hat is a vital part of their act and really expensive. She unfastened her bow tie and folded it neatly and then she removed her tuxedo top and also folded that neatly before piling it on top of the other items she removed. At that point, two of the ugliest and fattest women she recalled seeing appeared at the base of the stairwell and the man not holding the gun on her opened the cell door. The fat women barged into the cell and one of them grabbed Zatanna and pulled her tightly against her porky flesh. While her left hand held Zatanna tight against her rolls of fat, her right hand grabbed Zatanna’s chin and squeezed, opening her mouth wide enough for the other piglet to push a thick round gag into Zatanna’s mouth. The two women struggled to fasten the gag and then they told Zatanna to speak. The gag was perfectly placed and muffled any sounds coming from Zatanna’s throat. Then the real abuse started as the woman holding Zatanna freed on hand and pulled roughly at her sleeveless white top, ripping it free of her body in one swift motion. Zatanna was well endowed yet she didn’t wear a brassiere. Her many friends in the Justice League shared techniques for maintaining her fabulous figure without usual supporting underwear. Her tight hot pants served a similar purpose and after the female officer shimmied them over her hips and down her shapely legs, she was left in her fishnet stockings. Of course, this didn’t last long nor did her nudity as a skin tight out was presented to her mostly to taunt her with her next uniform. They woman holding her, leaned back and lifted her feet off the ground to allow the other woman to slide her feet in to the lowest part of the costume. The material was shiny and tight but seemed designed to stretch far enough to cover any part of her body. The fat chicks took their time putting her body in the one piece outfit. They took turns smoothing any lumps and took an excessive time smoothing the area over her vulnerable lower lips. She screamed into the gag but the sounds barely registered and the officers continued to push her into the tight silky feeling costume. When she was completely covered, she hears a zipper slide in place and they showed her how it was concealed. Her arms were held tightly against her body and barely registered to an uniformed observer.
“Since you’ve already been convicted, there’s no need for another trial,” the officer pointing his gun at her said. “The Federal Marshall should arrive tomorrow to take you back to your specially designed cell. There’s some talk of disabling your vocal cords. You should get some rest. The federal marshal usually comes in early.’
Zatanna struggled against the tight prison suit without any success. She didn’t know that a hidden camera transmitted her struggles to every PC in the building and to an on-line pay site. Her attractive body which the suit displayed completely was a hit and the web master was happy with the prospect of earning a lot of money. She couldn’t move well and the police women laid her forcibly on the cot before departing and she barely slept during the night. Part of her was trying to identify where she made her mistake and the rest was trying to figure out how she would pick up Harmon Quince’s trail when this mess was all cleared up.
When the Federal Marshall arrived, she took one look at Zatanna and then she signed the paperwork that transferred the helpless magician into her custody. A cot was provided and the two overweight police woman from the previous day rolled her onto it and then carried her up the steep flight of stairs. She shuddered as the van door slammed shut and her newest captor got in behind the wheel.
“Michelle Pitts caught breaking and entering,’ the Marshall said to her as she pulled out of the parking lot. “You really should have run for Columbia instead. What were you looking for?”
There was a momentary pause before the Federal Marshall spoke again.
“I forgot you were gagged,” she said. “Too bad your voice has such powerful qualities to it to risk allowing you to speak. I am not ending up dead for the New Year like officer Molinarie. Good thing you’re in Chino-Max and it only takes ninety minutes to drive.”
The radio was turned up and the van filled with Country and Western songs. Zatanna grimaced behind the gag. Her father taught her to love music and she usually listened to classical music or opera. This would be a long ninety minute trek.
When they arrived at Chino-Max, Zatanna learned things about her new outfit. There were three flaps, two of which allowed her the opportunity to relieve herself. The third flap was positioned at her right wrist and one of the prison guards opened it and used a hand scanner to read a bar code which she knew didn’t exist a day earlier.
“Identity confirmed,” the burly bald guard said into a speaker. A crackle filled the air followed by the order to bring her to the infirmary. Two guards positioned their hands underneath her arm pits and lifted her easily. They carried her further into the large prison. She barely noticed the Federal Marshal vanish or the fact that the van similarly dissolved. As she was carried down a hallway, the previous hallways disappeared. High above the place where the prison guards dropped her sat Harmon Quince and he was carefully analyzing the readings on a small inset below the close up of his pursuer. The inside of her uniform was coated with a highly effective hallucinogenic that made Zatanna highly susceptible to any suggestions she heard. Sensors tracked her brain waves, her blood measurements, her respiration and other data that assured Quince his captive was totally under control. He was tense as the magician was placed on the small table below him by the two androids who she thought were prison guards. He could only imagine what she saw whenever he transmitted his voice through the ten androids he acquired for his scheme. She lay flaccid on the table while the most expensive android, the one with surgical skills programmed in its memory completed the placement of the vocal inhibitor at the base of her larynx. A skin tight choker was placed at her throat in case she got free unexpectedly. While she wasted time removing the decorative piece of leather, Quince could use a special feature of the vocal inhibitor to reestablish control over the girl he’d wanted to fuck since childhood.
When he was a teenager, he tried to ask Zatanna out many times but she never agreed. Even as a youngster, she had a great body. Harmon became obsessed with the lithe brunette and he became frustrated when she disappeared on her multi-year quest for her miserable old man. The Zataras caused his family nothing but pain and his father rejoiced the day her father vanished. Without the distraction of the unattainable woman, Harmon redirected his energy to obtaining a college in bio engineering and information systems. When Zatanna emerged as a famous Super Hero along with her increasingly popular career as a performing stage magician, Quince realized he hadn’t gotten over his infatuation with her. He used most of his remaining cash to purchase ten Androids from Skytower Artificial Flunky Enterprises. He researched her exploits in newspapers and on-line and documented any evidence of para-normal powers. Then he rented the apartment in San Presto to establish proximity and he observed the local businesses before identifying the jewelry store as the one most likely to attract her attention. The fact that she was on monitor duty the day he robbed the place was coincidental. He assumed that the Justice League would send the closest right on schedule and she was totally unprepared when a fine mist of the same hallucinogenic drug sprayed her as the door opened. He stood directly in front of her and in a low voice said “Nobody’s here.” He worked hard to stifle a laugh as she moved from room to room. She was completely under the influence of the drug and halfway into his bed. The handcuffs that were first used on her had the required monitors integrated into their structure and he could tell that the narcotic was completely in control. The next step of his plan involved getting her into the form fitting outfit she was wearing so she could be saturated with the additional drugs his plan required. The last step of the first phase involved the placement of the vocal inhibitor rendering her powerless. His research revealed she had minimal hand-to-hand combat skills and no other special talents. All the measurements showed that his special drug cocktail was working and he sent in four of the androids to ‘release’ her. He watched the relief flow over her face as she was finally recognized and the slight depression that set in when she was told that her uniform was back at the police station. One of the female endowed androids offered Zatanna something to wear until she could recover her own clothing and Zatanna gratefully accepted. The nurse-android led her to a ‘private’ dressing room where she was provided a pair of thong underwear, a neon red micro mini skirt a flannel demi-shirt that barely covered her bosom and with a knot that rested perfectly between her large breasts.
‘I look like a hooker,’ she thought as she stared into the two way mirror. Quince stood behind the mirror amazed at how well her body looked. ‘In her mid thirties and she doesn’t appear to be a day over twenty one.’ He thought as he watched the back side of the thong disappear between her ass cheeks. Her top was tight and her skirt was loose and she teetered slightly as she walked. When she returned to the main area of the infirmary, she asked the officer for a ride back to his apartment and Quince smiled as he pondered the degree of her devotion to duty. The officer escorted her to the immobile car and using a mist of various supplementary hallucinogenic drugs, made her believe they were driving back to Quince’s building.
This time, when she arrived at his door, out of breath from the three floor climb she hadn’t endured, he opened the door as she reached for the bell.
“Not even hiding Harmon” she thought she heard herself say. For his part, Quince assumed she would use the standard heroine prattle and he cut her short.
“You shouldn’t have come alone Ms Zatara,” he said in a deliberately provocative tone. “I’m immune to your witchcraft. Nothing you try will work on me.”
Zatanna shriveled her nose a bit and then she cast a very effective disabling spell. In reality, she made unintelligible scratchy noises that had no effect on her opponent. Quince advanced on her and seized her wrists. Zatanna tried to pull away but the single minded man had her body pressed against his and he was pushing his tongue past her teeth as she struggled to escape his grip. She thought she was hitting him with all of her strength but the drug prevented her from hitting him with any force. Quince released her lips and backhanded her hard enough to knock her on her fanny. As she fell her feet flew up as high as Quince’s waist and he grabbed her heels before allowing her feet to land.
“What are you doing,” Zatanna thought she said but again nothing emerged from her mouth. Quince assumed she was questioning his intentions and he just stared at the flattened woman. He snapped his fingers and two of the androids entered the room and lifted Zatanna back to her wobbly legs.
“For a very long time I wanted to have you in every way possible,” Quince said. “Until now, that has been impossible. I’ve looked forward to this for a long time.”
The androids tugged the struggling heroine towards Quince’s bedroom and she was too weakened by the narcotic mix to mount any sort of resistance. In her mind she was casting every useful spell she knew. She could hear the spells but neither Quince nor his lackeys were affected. Her top and skirt were removed and tossed on the floor and she was plopped onto the mattress. The androids had her wrists confined in the manacles attached to the headboard and her ankles similarly trapped in the cuffs attached to the footboard. Zatanna was exposed and helpless as Harmon Quince finally came into the room fifteen minutes later. In his hand was a large red ball gag with a thick strap attached and Zatanna knew where that was going. She flailed helplessly and moved her head from side to side but Quince had the rubbery tasting ball inserted partially in her mouth far too easily and the managed to close the buckle that held the offensive object in her jaws.
“I probably shouldn’t say this but the gag is ornamental, Quince said as he gloated. “You haven’t been able to speak for the last two hours. Of course, your perception hasn’t exactly been correct for a lot longer than that.”
Zatanna may not be able to understand her plight but her body reacted exactly as Harmon Quince desired. Blood filled her nipples turning them deep red and as he manipulated her, the nipples congealed and became hard. He kissed each teat several times as she continued to struggle in the chains and then he positioned a pillow beneath her ass, lifting her pussy to an easier angle. He was hard as a rock and enjoying his moment as his wettest dream became reality. Zatanna offered no resistance and was at the point of orgasm quickly so Quince slowed his pace. She exploded anyway and Quince marveled at the magnitude of her climax. He took her repeatedly during the remainder of the first day. His passion was fueled by years of lust and he enjoyed each time he filled her welcoming entry. Finally his energy dissipated and he fell asleep laying half on top of his captive. Zatanna still reeled under the drug cocktails and tried to make herself comfortable buried under the weight of her assailant.
Around 6:00 AM the next morning, Quince rolled off his living fuck doll and went to the washroom to relieve himself. He took a lengthy shower and felt refreshed as he toweled himself dry. The magician was asleep when he returned and he grabbed his tablet to enter the necessary commands for one of the androids to clean Zatanna.
She woke as water splashed on her face and she tried to ask where she was but her voice didn’t work. She saw the red ball gag laying by the side of the tub and smelled the soap that was being rubbed over her entire body. The thick white lather concealed her body as she lay in the strong arms of someone who wouldn’t allow her to turn her head and see him(her?). Her right breast was tightly held and being used to move her whenever her bather desired to apply more soap. When her entire body was covered she was dunked into the eight inch deep water and held for around twenty seconds. Then hands on both of her beasts pulled her upright and lifted her to her feet. Her bather turned out to be three men who weren’t sweating despite the vigorous effort they applied as they scrubbed her.
‘Crap, I was fucked by Harmon Quince,’ she groaned, ‘and he managed to neutralize my powers. I can’t even think straight.”
While one of the ‘men’ held her in a technique that would enable him to snap her neck effortlessly if she provoked him, the others toweled the water off her body. She was rubbed roughly and the towels went into her most private recesses. The attention nearly made her climax again but the pressures stopped as soon as they thought she was dry. She panted as she was frog-marched back to Quince’s bedroom and the men forced her to sit in a hard back wooden chair and their grip insured that she couldn’t easily move. Fortunately she wasn’t chained or tied so she had options when she made her move to escape. She tried to remember the fighting techniques her Justice League team mates shared with her but she never really paid too much attention to the actual components of the varied fighting styles. She relied on her magical abilities and she was shivering naked in a chair in some unknown place because of her own pride.
“You look a little bit less used my dear,” Quince said when he entered the room. He took his place at the small desk near the window worked on something while she sat uncomfortably in the impossibly tight hold waiting for whatever happened next. Quince finished typing and turned to his unwilling guest.
“You probably wonder where you are but I don’t feel any need to tell you,” Quince said. “I will let you that you’re making great progress pursuing me in Philadelphia where you believe I’m hiding with family members and you expect to take at least three days to disarm the protective spells cast by my more magically adept relatives. I might thank you for using your mother’s name as your password. It made the whole process of keeping your friends at bay a lot simpler.”
Zatanna’s jaw dropped. Somehow Quince must have accessed her cell and now he was using it to confuse anyone that might help her. A tear formed at the corner of her eye and one of the androids wiped it off before it could completely form.
“They’re androids Zatanna and they are completely capable of containing you when I need to devote my attention elsewhere. They don’t sleep, eat, or require salaries. Your three attendants are programmed to seek you out by tracking your genetic structure. When we’re intimate and I assure you that will be a frequent thing they remain in the room to prevent any surprises. I’ve wanted you since we were in high school and now I succeeded.”
Quince rose from his chair and gestured to the androids that lifted Zatanna to her feet. They marched to an interior elevator and the five rode down to a lower level. When the door opened, they emerged into a well equipped laboratory and she saw Quince begin to remove his clothing as she was lead to a clear cage style structure. The rear was open and Zatanna was pushed into the nearly form fitting cage. Her breasts stuck out the front and she felt plastic strips across her skin. The rear of the cage was closed and she realized she was inside a modern version of an iron maiden. Her arms and legs were completely immobilized and she heard plastic gears turn before her arms and legs spread apart. Then the iron maiden elevated and moved over a set of lenses. The lenses closed in and her head was forced backwards making her eyes focus on a large screen. As she watched, every pore, zit, scar and birthmark on her body appeared in giant sized high def. She was fascinated by the magnified vision of her pussy and anus and other features normally out of her line of vision. She dearly wished she could find out what Quince was up to and then the screen changed. She was unable to avoid watching the same detail on Quinces body. He must have climbed into a similar cage and was now being recorded for whatever bizarre reason. She nearly puked when the man’s penis came into view and she trembled as she realized that tool had spent so much time buried in her the previous night. Finally the screen went blank and her head was allowed to resume a normal less painful position. The iron maiden returned to floor level and she heard plastic snaps open. She was pulled out of the device and guided back to the elevator. Quince joined the other four as he finished buttoning his shirt and straightening his other clothes. The ride upstairs was soundless and Zatanna was prodded towards the bed when the elevator stopped. The androids placed her in the spread eagle position she occupied the previous evening and Quince sat down next to her.
“I need to get our marriage license,” he told the spread eagled brunette. “I’m not certain how long I’ll be gone and I don’t want you to get bored.”
While he droned on, her android escort left the room only to return with a device Zatanna first saw on an HBO real sex special. The device featured a long metal pole which extended from a wheel to allow it to push forward and retract, The wheel was situated at the side of a small electrical motor which was anchored to a wooden platform that fit on and end table or other small surface. The androids moved an end table from the living room to the end of the bed nearest her spread legs and the pole was positioned about seven inches from her moistening lower opening. Zatanna stared at Quince and tried to muster as much venom in her eyes as possible while he showed her the thick plastic dildo and demonstrated how the slots at the phallic devices base fit perfectly on the end of the pole. The tip of the dildo rested just inside her lower lips. She tried to pull back but Quince instructed one of her companions to hold her hips steady so she didn’t disappoint her newest lover.
‘No doubt he has a camera somewhere,’ Zatanna thought.
“I shouldn’t be too long,” he said to the brunette as he walked out of her line of view. “Enjoy yourself.”
As the elevator doors closed, the motor came to life and the phallus started to probe her lips. She was held fast and couldn’t avoid the dildo as it plunged into her before retracting. The machine was positioned so that her plastic lover never completely exited her and the friction wore her down quickly. Her natural lubrication enabled the device to reduce her to a quivering mess. Her hips thrust into the device and she lost control as she tried to extend the experience.
‘Those actresses weren’t kidding,’ she thought as she responded to the device. Before long she spent herself and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.. Following Quince’s programming, the androids waited fifteen minutes until they deactivated the motor and returned the device to whatever hell they stored it in. When Zatanna woke, Harmon was seated at his desk working on an audio .gif and completely oblivious to his captive. She still couldn’t talk and decided not to draw his attention to the fact that she was watching him. He worked for a seemingly endless amount of time before the smile she long ago learned to detest formed on his face.
“My sleeping beauty wakes,” he said as warmly as he could manage. “I just finished your wedding vows. We need to be at the chapel in six hours and I think you need to get ready for our big day. The androids will clean and deodorize you, although I admit the aroma is pleasant, I don’t think it will work in public. You have any preference for blonde or red head?”
She looked at him dumbfounded as the androids began unbuckling the shackles and they allowed her to rub her wrists and ankles before lifting her off the bed and carrying her into the bathroom. Quince facilities featured a sizable marble tub and Zatanna was tossed into the perfectly warm water. The androids flipped her at the perfect angle to minimize the splash. As she surfaced, android hands seized her shoulders and dunked her for a brief moment before allowing her to emerge and grab several deep breaths. Many hands moved furiously across her body, pulling and tugging at her appendages and probing in places she normally wouldn’t allow. She couldn’t muster the energy to resist and decided to bide her time yet again. The full body examination lasted twenty minutes and the five that her captors spent toweling her dry nearly brought her to another climax.
One of the androids entered the bathroom carrying a bag and Zatanna was helpless to stop the androids from putting the contents on her. White lacy thong underwear with a matching lacy brassiere covered her intimate regions. The bra lacked straps and was barely concealed by the top of her fancy gown. The solid top was adorned with decorative pastel pink flowers and the skirt was closely pleated. It barely reached the top of her knees. Quince provided a pair of fish net stockings much like the ones she usually wore and a pair of five inch white heels completed her attire. At least she thought so until one of the androids put a pink two inch wide choker on her neck. It wasn’t too tight or loose and it really didn’t go with the rest of her dress. Part of her was relieved to be dressed even in such a garish outfit. Harmon Quince turned up as the androids finished with her and he took her arm. She allowed him to help her to her feet and she leaned against him until she managed to get balanced on the strange footwear.
She heard her voice say “I love you Harmon.” And she looked at her bridegroom questioningly.
“We can’t get married if you can’t talk,” Quince observed and she lowered her head. “Before we go, I think you might enjoy this little television program.”
He waved at the large screen just outside the washroom and Zatanna saw a CNN banner across the bottom of the screen. It informed the viewer that the network was on sight to record the Justice Leaguer known as Zatanna as she captured the wanted jewelry thief Harmon Quince. Zatanna watched as she moved stealthily towards what was identified as Harmon Quince’s back.
“The two actors in this little drama are my androids. I used the photos that we posed for last week to recreate ourselves in plastic. They can’t be differentiated from us down to the least important freckle in the most intimate position on our bodies. Watch closely and you will learn what happens when a positive charge meets a negative charge and each person is wearing two full sticks of dynamite.” Zatanna watched as “she” nabbed Quince at the neck and then a bright flash filled the screen. Body parts flew everywhere but nobody else was injured. The network immediately went into overdrive mixing a requiem for the famed magician with a diatribe against vigilante activity.
“Well we’re dead now so we don’t need to worry about any pursuit.” Quince said and smiled at his intended. My helicopter awaits and we need to be in the Caymans in two hours. The minister is highly recommended for his ability to keep his mouth closed.”
The flight was smooth and no delays occurred so Zatanna and Harmon stood in front of the preacher on time. The choker provided Zatanna’s vows in her own voice and she was married to her lifelong enemy. He escorted her to the bridal suite he’d reserved and spent the evening displaying his affections for his new wife.
“Don’t worry about us my dear,” Quince said. “You know that I spent the last of my money on the androids but before you perished, you made a sizable donation to an off shore charity so we won’t be starving any time soon. In time, after you accept your new lot in life and demonstrate your ability to practice the ‘obey’ part of your vows, I may even provide you with your voice.
Epilogue 1
After three years living in a small town in Greece, Zatanna finally was left alone long enough to discover the specifics related to the device which kept her muted.
It took several additional weeks for her to locate a tool that would allow her to disable the little device and she managed to remove the sucker with only a small trickle of blood. After she staunched the bleeding, she tried to speak but could only manage incoherent sounds. So she remained silent for an additional month before she found herself able to speak. That night, after the android her husband referred to as Robbie finished roughly stripping her naked, she turned to her waiting “spouse” and said “ezeerF.”
Quince was paralyzed and more than a bit stunned.
“You should have kept me chained,” she said in a venomous tone. “Ever since I got that muzzle out of my throat, I have contemplated how to properly express my disappointment with you.”
Quince began sweating.
“I considered contacting John Constantine who is my legal spouse and letting him deal with you. People who disappoint him tend to end up badly,” She said as she walked back and forth at the foot of the bed, seemingly oblivious to her nudity or swaying breasts. Quince was experiencing sheer terror mixed with escalating horniness and the stress was showing.
Then I remembered how skillful a lover you’ve been for these last few years,” she continued. “Finally, I decided that there might be some benefits from keeping you around. You removed my voice to neuter me and I intend to return the favor. Niarb tcennocsid morf ydob lortnoc.”
Quince could see her and hear her but he couldn’t make himself do anything. She removed the freeze spell and he lay immobile on his bed. She stripped him and using her hands teased him to the perfect level of preparedness before sliding onto his nearly erect trouser snake. After she relieved her needs, she slid off, looked at the mindless man and said “emoceb naelc”. Once she was satisfied, she took a long shower. After the shower, she accessed Quince’s computer and ordered the androids to present themselves in the main room of their house. She also contacted a realtor to dspose of the domicle she no longer needed.
Quince was teleported to the family mansion. Despite her death, the mansion remained in her control under the terms of her will and due to the fact that only a small portion of the place existed on our plane of reality. The Wayne foundation insured that the property would remain untouched for one hundred years if she ever disappeared or exploded on national television.
Since superheroes return to life almost monthly (possible spoiler alert), It took very little effort to resume her interrupted performing career and membership in the Justice League. She filed a mission report that provided just enough detail to deter any questions. When Batman asked her about Quince, she replied that she heard he died in an explosion while she was missing and he dropped the matter.
Epilogue II
A week after Zatanna returned from the dead, the Martian Manhunter was briefing Hawkwoman on the pending issues about her upcoming stint on monitor duty when they heard the warning signal that announced the activation of the teleportation unit. J’onnzz effortlessly flipped a switch and the multiple screen array coalesced into a single picture of Zatanna Zatara dressed in a form fitting work out suit as she emerged on the teleport pad and hurried off to the lift. Both heroes watched as she pressed the button for the eighth floor.
“Gymansium again?” questioned J’onn J’onnzz. “It’s the fourth time since she returned.”
“Probably looking to maximize her strength like Batman recommended when she joined up,” Hawkwoman replied.
“I wonder what provided her the motivation?’ J’onnzz asked.
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