The place is Earth One, the time is 1984 and Superman has gone mad. Most of the male heroes are dead. Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Starfire, Black Canary, Batgirl and Katana are in his power. Who's next?
Marcus Lycus
June 2012
Issue 8 – Witchy Woman
"ELOHTROP OT EMOH – NEPO!" Zatanna cried. The magic porthole responded to her command and opened, forming a bridge between the Realms of Magic and our own, mundane world. She turned back and blew a kiss to the satyrs and centaurs who had entertained her so thoroughly during her little vacation.
She told the Justice League she needed time to study in one of the mystic realms and it was true in a way. She just didn’t mention she was studying how many ways those lusty man-beasts could satisfy a woman!
So how was your vacation Zatanna? She imagined them asking. Chuckling she tried to picture Aquaman’s face if she explained just what she’d been doing the last few weeks. Nah, the fish probably wouldn’t even understand. Maybe the Flash… but that boy had a pole so far up his ass he’d probably try to put her in jail halfway through the story. And Superman? That uptight virgin would have a heart attack, invulnerable body or no. Or Batman? She chuckled… that leather-clad freak would probably get off on it.
She stepped through the porthole and re-emerged in her Beverly Hills home. It was a small one by Beverly standards but good enough for America’s sexiest magician. And she was proud to say she’d earned it. She never used real magic in her acts or to conjure up cash. Nope! Just like her dad she kept her stage life and her magic life separate. It was more fun that way.
“Opps!” She noticed she was still naked! Good thing she’d left the shades drawn, it wouldn’t do for some gardener or pool boy to come peeking in! Well… maybe if he was tall and dark with lean muscles. Zatanna took a second to check herself out in the mirror. She was a little over average height at 5’7” but still felt petite next to some of the Earth 1 heroines like their Wonder Woman. Heck Starfire was like 6’6” in her high-heeled boots, how could a nice Earth girl compete with that?
But one area where she never felt small was her tits. At a healthy 36” C they were just about perfect on her. And talk about firm? Even without a bra they didn’t droop at all! And like her house they were all natural.
Well mostly natural.
I mean who can blame a girl for saying ‘STIT WORG REGRAL DNA REMIF’ every now and again? Sometimes it just slipped out!
And it’s not like any of her audiences were complaining.
“Audiences!” She said. “Geeze I’d better check with my agent and see what I’m booked for! I hope it’s Vegas, I can’t stand another show in a shithole like Atlantic City or Gotham.”
“EMUTSOC RAEPPA!” She said.
Smoke surrounded her nude body and then disappeared just as fast leaving her clothed in a blue and white one-piece leotard that left her legs bare. Matching blue and white thigh-high boots covered her legs and a long white cape draped from her back. The whole outfit was topped off with a ruby red tiara.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection and shook her head. “No, no, no, not that costume!” It was her superhero outfit, the one Elongated Man’s wife picked out for her so she could ‘look the part’ when on JLA missions. She hated it. The cape kept getting caught in doors and the boots were way too hot, her legs were always coated in sweat by the end of an adventure. Why did being a super heroine have to mean dressing like an idiot? Even Lois Lane said the costume made her look like a color-blind Vegas showgirl. Sure Lois Lane was a catty bitch but when she was right she was right!
“LAER EMUTSOC RAEPPA!” she tried. Once more smoke and light appeared and when it was done she looked at herself again.
This time the sexy sorceress was clothed in a white shirt with a black bowtie. She had a black tuxedo jacket over it with tails coming down over her butt. Under the shirt was a pair of very sexy black panties and fishnet stockings. A pair of stiletto heeled boots covered her feet and she was crowned by a top hat set at a jaunty angle on her wavy dark hair.
“Now that’s more like it!”
Lois Lane of course once wrote that Zatanna’s state costume made her look like a hooker who hadn’t had enough time to finish getting dressed but who cared. Lois Lane after all was a notoriously catty bitch.
Zatanna considered just magicing herself to her agent’s office but decided against it. Magic looked easy sure but there was always a price. And while changing clothes might be trivial the cosmic karma cost for escaping LA traffic was just too high. She opened the bedroom door and headed for the garage.
On the way she passed the pile of newspapers that had accumulated while she was away, headlines about missing heroes, the JLA Satellite exploding, the slaughter of the Teen Titans went unread.
It was shame really.
That was pretty much her last chance.
Zatanna opened the garage door and stopped dead. Someone was on the other side of it. A bloated man in an ill-fitting Superman costume with matted hair and a filthy beard. He smiled at her with a lusty grin.
But the world’s sexiest sorceress had had stalkers before so she was ready. This guy wouldn’t be so eager to follow her around after spending a week or two as a pig.
“RUDURTNI NRUT OTNI A-“ Her voice died before she could finish the sentence. Her lips kept moving but nothing came out. She raised her delicate hands to her long throat, it was as cold as ice.
“Sorry, were you saying something?” The hobo chuckled and approached her. Zatanna took a step back still uselessly moving her lips.
“Oh Zee, Zee, Zee, didja know you were the only one I was really worried about? I mean sure Diana had her magic bondage rope but she was never fast enough to get it around me. But you, you could be sitting in fucking LA and say ‘NAMREPUS EID’ and that would be that. Lucky I kept an ear out for you huh? And what a shame your vocal cords are paralyzed right now.” He was on her now, she’d backed up to the wall and he had her cornered. She could smell his body odor, see the sweat stains on his costume, his foul breath was like a punch in the nose. Was this really Superman? And if it was, what did it mean for her?
He ran his fingers through her silky dark hair.
“Mmm, you sure are a sexy little heroine ain’t you? Never understood why all the guys in the JLA were drooling over Dinah and her wig when you were around, but I guess guys are just afraid of a powerful woman. Not me though. I love powerful women. Love to hear them moan when they realize all their power means nothing.”
“…” Zatanna said. She could feel the power in his fingers, power enough to crush her skull like a grape. Why hadn’t he?
Superman must have seen the question in her eyes. “Now as it happens I have some plans for you. Something a lot more fun than just killing you. I need to go get some stuff though. So tell you what. If you can get your throat thawed out before I come back you can say anything you need to say. If not…”
There was a whoosh of air and Superman was gone. Zatanna ran for the kitchen as fast as her high heels could carry her. She poured herself a glass from the hot water tap and put on the kettle. She swallowed it in one gulp and poured another, not hot enough! She still couldn’t talk! She watched the pot, when would it boil? Seconds crawled by. Where had Superman gone? How long would it take? Finally a few whisps of steam appeared, Zatanna grabbed the kettle, heedless of the pain and got ready to pour it down her throat, she saw the steaming water fall and…
Freeze in place.
“Oh! Just a second too late!” Superman said. Zatanna dropped the frozen kettle and turned to face him. In his hands he held a wheel, a bell and a jar.
Zatanna’s lips mouthed ‘no’. Tears fell from her eyes, her legs turned rubbery and she stumbled, grabbing the couch for support. This couldn’t be happening!
Then Superman tapped her on the forehead and she knew nothing more.
Green Arrow shivered in the Arctic cold. How long had Metamorpho been inside the Fortress? What was keeping him? Maybe he’d already been caught, Superman could hear dust on the moon, certainly he’d notice Metamorpho sneaking in his front door! Maybe Metamorpho was already caught and Superman decided it would be funny to leave Green Arrow to freeze outside.
But just then the great golden door began to crack open and Metamorpho’s chalky white face appeared. “Hey man you won’t believe how heavy this door is! I had to turn into titanium and even then I barely budged it.”
“N-n-n-no p-p-p-p-puh…“
“Yeah sorry, I don’t really notice the cold these days not since…” Metamorpho gestured awkwardly at his patchwork elemental body. One of his hands morphed into phosphorous and burst into flame. “Here lemmee warm you up a bit, cause this joint ain’t exactly well-heated.”
“T-thanks, but won’t Supes notice?”
“Oli he can hear koalas farting in Red China, if he was here he’d be on us already. He must be out, maybe even in space.”
“Pandas.”
“Huh?”
“Pandas live in China, Koalas are in Australia.”
Metamorpho looked at the Emerald Archer and they both laughed.
“Come on, let’s get this party started!”
The Sexy Sorceress shook her head, memories of a terrible dream still haunting her. Something about a hobo dressed as Superman and then the sound of screaming chickens. She stretched her arms and arched her back. Weird, her bed was as hard as wood. She leisurely opened her eyes and looked up. Funny, that wasn’t her bedroom ceiling, it looked like the living room. She tried to roll over and climb out of bed. Odd, her arms wouldn’t move. Or her legs. And they were kind of numb. She looked around.
She screamed.
Or at least she tried.
All that emerged was a soft croak.
“Hey you’re up! I was worried you’d miss the whole thing!” Superman said from across the room.
Zatanna’s grogginess faded and she finally got a good look at where she was, what was going on. She was lying on her back in the center of her own living room looking up at the ceiling. Her furniture, priceless antiques, bookshelves groaning with ancient tomes, overstuffed leather chairs prefect for lounging in, were piled against the wall, most of them reduced to splinters. Ice coated her wrists and ankles pinning them to floor, trapping her in a spread-eagled position. Her arms were out 45 degrees as were her legs. She was pinned in the center of a red star, her legs towards the point, the head towards the ‘v’. She could smell the blood used to make it. That would explain the screaming chickens.
Across the room Superman was setting up 3 things, a wheel, a bell and a jar. Zatanna’s eyes went wide. “…!” Zatanna failed to say.
“Ah you recognize them I see you noticed the little trophies I pulled from the wreckage of the JLA satellite.”
The JLA satellite? Wreckage? Zatanna’s head swam with questions but one above all the others. “…?” She demanded again.
“Yup, you got in one guess Z. The Green Bell of Uthool, the Silver Wheel of Nyorlath and the Red Jar of Calythos. That’s why we kept you around, cause you know all that magic BS. And that’s why you’ve gotta go now.”
“…!” Zatanna protested struggling to free her frozen limbs. “…!”
“You’re probably wondering why I don’t just vaporize you with the ole heat vision right?”
“…?” Zatanna asked, she hadn’t even considered it.
“Yeah the thing is magic, I don’t like it, I don’t understand it, I don’t want it around me. Now someone like Batman, him I understand, you kill him, he’s dead. He’s not going to come crawling out of a cave a year from now, he’s dead. But you magic folks, for all I know killing you would make you more powerful than you were before.”
“…!” Zatanna shook her head emphatically. Superman frowned.
“So you’re saying it’s OK to just kill you?”
“…!” Zatanna shook her head even more vigorously.
“See that’s what I mean, you magic types make no sense. So I figured why not fight fire with hellfire and I right?” Superman reached for the jar and opened it.
“…! …!” Zatanna tried to scream but it was already too late.
Billowing green smoke rose from the jar causing the wheel to spin. The bell chimed three times and with a panicked “…!” Zatanna disappeared.
“Well that’s one less.” Superman said.
“Oh hi Rex! How are you?”
Green Arrow and Metamorpho entered the main trophy hall of the Fortress of Solitude and found the missing heroine Halo calmly melting the frost crystals off a display case containing ‘The Many Disguises of Jimmy Olsen’.
“Halo? Gabby? Is that you?”
“Well of course it is silly!”
“But what are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning Mr. Superman’s trophies duh! I thought I was the dumb blonde!” She giggled at her own joke.
“But-“
“Leave her Rex, she’s been brainwashed, just like Wonder Girl and that alien chick with the big boobs.”
“Holy Hannah, if that monster even touched her-“
“Rex let it go, we have to focus on the mission.”
“Bye guys! See you later!” Halo cheerfully returned to her work.
“If I remember right, the hall of Kryptonite is this way. Once we find a chunk of green or gold we should be able to put an end to this.”
“An end to what boys?” A new voice cried out. Wonder Girl walked in from across the hall. She was dressed in a version of her red and gold costume but it was turned into a tight mini dress with a skirt that barely covered her ass. Stranger still she was leading Wonder Woman on a golden glowing leash. The Amazing Amazon was on her knees crawling along the cold floor like a dog, her once-proud costume was tattered, her bustier pulled down to expose her breasts and her star-spangled panties were long gone.
“You!” Green Arrow cried out and in less than a second he had an arrow notched and drew his bow with his teeth.
“Hold on a sec“ Metamorpho began. “She might be brainwashed just like-“
But Green Arrow had already released his shot and was drawing the next arrow.
Screams of the damned, sharp obsidian stones cutting her legs through her thin fishnets, the stench of brimstone, the glow of fire. Zatanna was in hell.
Zatanna opened her eyes and gasped for breath, the air was as hot as a furnace but she wasn’t complaining, it only meant her hands, feet and most importantly her throat were already thawing out. She winced at the pain as circulation and sensation returned but again, she wasn’t about to complain. In a minute or so she could feel, she could move and most importantly…
“I can speak!” She cried triumphantly. “Which means I can say… EKAT ANNATAZ EMOH!”
Nothing happened.
“Um, OK, that’s OK, let me try - ELOHTROP OT HTRAE NEPO!”
Again, nothing happened.
“What am I talking forwards here? YAWETAG OT HTREA RAEPPA!”
But still Zatanna stood on the bleak volcanic plain. She shrugged her shoulders in defeat and finally took a good look around. The ground was mix of ash, soot, volcanic rock and white things she really hoped were not bones. In the distance volcanoes constantly erupted turning the dark sky blood red. Occasional rivers of lava broke up the monotonous color scheme. There was no sign of any living thing but low moans could he heard with occasional wails.
It was your basic hell dimension.
Zatanna hated it immediately.
“OK, so I can’t leave, I got that. Wouldn’t be much of a hell dimension if you could just zap yourself home. But does that mean my magic doesn’t work at all? GNIYLF TEPRAC RAEPPA!”
To Zatanna’s momentary pleasure that spell actually did work and a colorful flying carpet appeared at her feet. She stepped on it and it rose into the air. She smirked as an idea occurred to her.
“OK, I doubt this will work but why not… NAMREPUS EID!”
Several dimensions away on the parallel world of Earth 2 Clark Kent, editor of the Daily Star felt a moment of heartburn but it passed.
“Huh, guess I shouldn’t have had the chili.”
He went back to editing the latest story on Power Girl.
“But now where to?” Zatanna asked no one in particular. Her carpet had risen several hundred feet into the air but there she couldn’t see anything that looked like an escape route. Just rocks and lava and volcanoes in the distance.
“What was it Daddy always said? If there’s a way in, there’s a way out. Maybe my magic can’t just zap me home but I bet it can give me a hint. WORRA WOHS EM EHT YAW EMOH!” Sure enough a glowing arrow appeared pointing towards the volcanoes in the distance. Zatanna sighed. It was never easy was it?
Maybe not easy, but life for the Sexy Sorceress was a bit more comfortable than it was for most mortals. Balanced on her flying carpet she escaped the rivers of lava and groups of roving demons who tormented the souls they caught. In minutes the planes below her turned into low hills and the air became choked with dust, embers and ash. The air became turbulent as the volcanoes tossed small flaming stones into the air, one hit the carpet and it began to smolder.
“ERIF HSIUGNITXE!” She yelled but more of the flaming stones were filling the air, soon her carpet had a dozen holes and was losing altitude rapidly.
“TEPRAC DN-“ She began but it was too late! The tattered remains of the carpet fell apart and Zatanna fell!
“SSERTTAM RAEPPA!” She yelled just in time for a fluffy mattress to break her fall. The air at ground level was even worse. The heat was like an oven, the air too full of ash to breath, visibility was just a few feet but still she could see the glowing arrow pointing onwards into the raging volcanic hills.
“LOOC RIA DNUORRUS EM!” She gasped and slowly the air around her became clean and cool. She let out a sigh of relief. “I should cut back…” She muttered. “At this rate I won’t have any magical energy left by the time I get there.” She looked at the enigmatic arrow, still hovering and glowing in front of her. “Where ever ‘there’ is.”
She got up off the mattress (which was already starting to smolder) and headed further into the hills.
Her protective spell gave her a few extra feet of vision but beyond it was just a miasma of ash and dust. She want slowly, afraid of falling off cliff, slipping into a lava stream or even just falling onto sharp rocks. She considered changing her costume into something more practical but decided against it. She was already feeling tired and more spell casting would just drain her faster.
She’d gotten used to the roar of the volcanoes by then so she could pick up a new sound over echoing over the rocks. An animal-like howl. She could even make out a word.
“Wooo-Mannn! Wooo-Mannn!”
She swallowed hard and tried to move faster. She started glancing around nervously, every noise sounded like a claws on stone, every shadow looked a demon. Soon she was trotting, then running. The howls continued, they seemed to be coming from every direction at once. Zig-zagging madly to avoid the sound the Magical Maiden was completely unprepared when her high-heeled boots slipped on a loose rock and she stumbled down a ravine face-first.
“Crap! Crap! Crap!” She muttered when the slide ended. “Way to go Zee” She admonished herself. “You’ll get yourself killed running away from the damn wind! There probably isn’t even a real demon out there.” She painfully pulled herself into a sitting position and wiped some of the ash from her eyes. She could still see the arrow glowing a few feet in front of her. But behind she could make out something else, something big.
“Calm down Zee” She reassured herself. “Probably just another rock.”
And then the rock moved.
Closer.
Zatanna tried to think of a spell. She’d been talking backwards almost as long as she’d been talking forwards but suddenly nothing came to mind.
“GO YAWA! I mean uh-“
The shadow entered her little bubble of cool air. It was eight feet tall, covered in coarse red fur. Leather bat wings spouted from its back and it had the head of a jackel.
“Wooo-Mannn” It growled.
Zatanna screamed.
Wonder Girl screamed as the first arrow flew, but years of Amazon training took over and she easily deflected it with her bracelet. But there was another one right behind it, and one behind that. Despite her surprise, despite the fogginess after weeks of super-hypnosis she had no trouble deflecting them all. She even laughed at the last one.
“Great Hera! Is that all you have? I mean I can stop bullets and you’re trying to hurt me with arrows?”
But Green Arrow was grinning at her. “Not just arrows Wonder Chick. These are special.”
“Special? Why? Cause they’re g-green?” Wonder Girl swayed on her feet. Suddenly it was hard to focus on the blond archer.
“Nope. Cause they’re filled with knock out gas.”
Wonder Girl collapsed in a heap next to Wonder Woman who’d already passed out. Green Arrow reached down and tied them both with Wonder Woman’s lasso. It was slow going for the one armed arched but he pulled it off.
“Whoa! You took them both out?” Metamorpho said turning from gas back to solid.
“Yup. Told you I’d be fine. Course that doesn’t mean you can just fly away and leave me when a fight starts? Where the hell did you disappear to anyway?”
“Yeah sorry about that I just kind of figured y’know…“
“That Wonder Chick would kick my ass and you’d better get moving while the getting was good?”
“Uh no, course not, I uh, knew you could handle them.”
“Rex don’t worry. I would have done the same thing. The mission first right?”
“Uh yeah, I guess. But hey, look what I found.” Metamorpho held up two glowing green rocks.
“Nice! Are those really Kryptonite?”
“That’s what the sign said. Did you notice that Supes put labels on everything in this place?” Metamorpho pointed as a display case labeled “Lock of Lois Lane’s Hair”.
“Yeah, it’s kind of creepy.”
“We’d better get moving, check out the rest of this place, make sure there’s no more surprises.”
With a whoosh of air and a puff of black smoke a new figure appeared in the rocky wastes of the hell dimension.
“By Azarath! I pray I am not too late!”
The newcomer was dressed in a dark blue cape with a deep hood that hid her delicate features in shadow. Beneath it she wore a matching blue dress slit up the sides to her hips giving her full freedom of movement on the rough terrain. She climbed the rocks, her mystic senses leading her through the ash and smoke. She soon found the right ravine and climbed down.
“Zatanna? Zatanna no!” She saw the Fish-netted Fox sprawled on the ground and a hulking demon stalking off into the wastes. “Azar! I am too late!”
“Huh?” Zatanna sat up and looked at the caped heroine with curiosity.
“You, you are unharmed?”
Zatanna spat into the ground. “I wouldn’t say I’m totally unharmed but yeah, I’m basically OK.”
“But how, that demon-“
“Oh I uh, took care of him. You know.”
“I do not.”
“You know, he’s a demon, he’s stalking these empty wastes, he has needs, so I uh, took care of them.”
“I do not understand.”
“I sucked him off OK? I gave head, sucked his dick, I took care of him.”
“You, you, I mean, he, and you, and-”
“Yeah, OK? Look you don’t get to be the Mistress of the Mystic Arts (or whatever they’re calling me these days) without doing some favors all right. It’s like Hollywood, only the men are a bit more honest. Now how about you? You look familiar you’re that chick with the Titans right? Blackbird?”
“Raven.”
“Right. They say you’re a witch, is that how you found me? Did Superman trap you here too?”
“No I evaded the Madman of Steel when he attacked the Titans Tower but I fear my teammates Wonder Girl and Starfire were not so fortunate.”
“That’s Wonder Woman’s kid sisters and the chick with the huge tits right? Damn, who else has Supes gone after?”
“My mystic senses tell me Wonder Woman and Supergirl are also his captives. There may be others as well.”
“Seriously? Crap, any idea what happened to him? I mean did you see him? He looks like a hobo.”
“I fear I do not.”
“Damn. Well first things first. We need to get out of here. Can you zap us home?”
“I fear I cannot, I was able to enter this dimension but it will not allow me to leave.”
“Figures, this is a regular Hotel California here. Well lucky for you Auntie Zee already conjured up a clue how to get home.” She pointed at the glowing arrow still hovering a few feet away. “Shall we?”
“Sssh Supergirl, stop crying, you have to listen to me.”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh…”
Supergirl cried in Starfire’s arms. Since Starfire replaced her Kryptonite earrings and necklace with fakes the Maid of Might seemed to be recovering. Her face was less green and she could stand on her own but she had yet to say a coherent word. Starfire was worried. If Superman returned and found Supergirl like this he would suspect her plan, and if he figured it out…
“Come on Supergirl let’s take you back to your room, you like your room don’t you? All those pictures of your old boyfriends, all those trophies, it will make you feel better right?” She pulled the slim blonde to her feet and walked her a few steps. She had to be careful, she heard footsteps and she knew that Wonder Girl or Halo would betray her if they knew.
“Hello there.” Green Arrow said.
“You! What are you doing here? How did you- AAH!”
Green Arrow drew his bow with his teeth and let loose a razor-sharp arrow into Starfire’s shoulder.
“Like that? Hurts to lose an arm huh? Hurts a lot.”
“What are you-AAH!”
He loosed another one into her thigh. Starfire slumped against the icy wall. She saw Green Arrow draw again.
“One question, who else is here?”
“W-what?”
“You, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Halo. Who else?”
“N-no one!”
“Where’s Superman?”
“I don’t know! I haven’t seen him! Please why are you hurting me? I saved your life!”
“Yeah. After you cost me my arm. Now I’m just evening the score.” He drew with his teeth and let it loose.
The two witches had been walking for a while when Zatanna noticed. She’d heard steps before, claws on stone, leathery wings, but unlike that first demon none of them came close. And while she was still stumbling Raven was walking unimpeded, even though the younger woman was wearing a pair of high heels that were at least as impractical as Zatanna’s boots.
“So, are you using a spell of protection?”
“Pardon?”
“For the ash, the dust, the heat. You seem to be making out OK.”
“I am used to such environs.”
“Are you now? How’s that?”
“I… that is… um…”
Zatanna spotted it right away suddenly the unflappable Raven had no answer. She spun and tossed a scarf she kept up her sleeve for when she had to do ‘normal’ magic.
“FRACS PARTNE NEVAR!”
Raven was quickly bound head to toe in bright silk, she tripped and fell face first onto the rocky ground. Her thin blue dress was no match for the sharp stones and tore in several places. But the young Titan didn’t have time to object as Zatanna jumped on top of her, flipped her onto her back and pulled back Raven’s hood exposing her high and delicate features.
“Hmm, you look normal enough, a big gaunt and underfed but I don’t see any horns or extra eyes.” She tugged Raven’s ears. “No points.” Then she leaned lower and licked the Titan’s cheek. “Ah! There we go! I thought it was just the stink of this place but no, it looks like it is you.”
“I…”
“Oh you had me going for a bit there, with your story about mystic senses and whatever but I can taste it on you. You’re a demon.”
“NO! I am not a demon! Please do not say such a thing!” Raven convulsed as if in pain, tears leaked from her eyes.
“Yeah, if you’re not then what are you?”
“My father, my father was a demon, but my mother was human. I was raised in the way of Azar, taught to contain my dark heritage and quiet my soul.”
“A demon huh, what’s his name?”
“Trigon.”
“Geeze! He’s a duke of hell! I’m walking around a hell dimension with Trigon’s daughter? And you didn’t think to mention that to me?”
“I…”
“No wonder everyone’s giving us a wide berth, no one here would want your dad mad at them.”
“But…”
“Yeah, yeah, this could work out OK after all, as long as we stick together no one’s gonna hassle us and we can find the way out. Heck they might even help us to get on your dad’s good side.”
“Zatanna…”
“Quiet there Raven I’m thinking.”
“Hey miss, this lady bothering you?” A deep gravely voice interrupted.
Zatanna looked up at the hulking red skinned beast towering over the two women. Twisted horned emerged from its humanoid head and sharp barbs covered its shoulders and ran in an uneven row down its back. A long rat-like tail and cloven hooves marked its lower quarters. The only clothing it wore was a brown leathery loincloth but Zatanna could see some tenting under it. The two women shuddered at the creature’s approach.
“No, nothing to see here, we’re fine, really.” Zatanna offered hopefully but the demon just snarled at her.
“I ain’t talking to you.”
“There is no trouble kind sir, my friend and I are merely talking.” Raven put in.
The beastial demon reached down and pulled Zatanna off Raven by the collar of her tuxedo jacket. “Your friend’s kinda cute.”
Zatanna gagged at the stench of his putrid breath. “I’ve had enough of this. NOMED ENOGEB!”
Nothing happened.
“Don’t work when we’re already in our home.” The demon helpfully explained.
“Oh right…” Zatanna cursed her rookie mistake, she’d been fighting demons since she could walk! How could she forget that. “Let me try NOME-“
But as she was speaking the demon casually tore off her bow tie and part of her shirt and rammed the cloth ball into her open mouth.
“That’s better. She’s noisey.” As he spoke he pulled down her tuxedo jacket and twisted it a few times, pinning Zatanna’s arms at her sides. The magical mistress wiggled like a fish on a hook.
“P-please do not harm us.” Raven felt a bit of fear creep into her voice. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!
“Aw, you said please. Ain’t you sweet? Bit on the scrawny side but I’d do you.”
“D-do me?”
“’Cept your dad might get mad about that, and I don’t wanna make your dad mad. So I guess you’re off the hook huh?”
“I-I do not understand your meaning!”
“Heh, guess you led a sheltered life huh, well this’ll be an education for ya.” The demon gestured and muttered a guttural syllable that hurt the ears, and the stone around Raven began to flow like water. It engulfed the young sorceress then hardened again, leaving her helplessly trapped.
The demon turned towards Zatanna, she struggled in his grasp, still trying to spit out the wadded cloth in her mouth. She didn’t need clairvoyance to know this one wouldn’t be satisfied with a little blow job. He tossed her to the hard rocky ground.
“Been a while since I had a human gal.” The demon said almost happily. He tore off his loincloth exposing a writhing, twitching member the width and length of a vacuum cleaner hose. “Remind me, do you human gals like it with spikes?” The member twitched and rows of sharp barbs appeared. Zatanna screamed through her gag and shook her head vigorously!
“’Kay then, guess that means you want it, but just with no spikes.” The barbs retracted. Zatanna’s fear was tinged with a bit of anger, was this demon really playing word games? With her? If she could just get this gag out she’d show him some-
Her thoughts were interrupted as the demon tore off the bottom of her leotard! He grinned at the thin fishnet silk under it. He held up a razor-sharp claw. “Now keep still girly.”
Zatanna froze as still as she could muster while the beast cut a neat slit down the center of her fishnet hose. Even one wiggle would have meant the claw cutting into her crotch!
Now her pussy and ass were covered only by a brief pair of lacy black panties. She squirmed on the sharp stones.
“Nice. Sexy. But makes a guy wonder what’s under them.” Another swipe of his claw left a cut on her hip and tore off her last layer of protection. He lowered his dog-like snout and rammed it between her legs sniffing deeply.
“Nice… very nice…”
Zatanna squirmed, the demon was licking her dry pussy with his slimy tongue! And she was responding!
She arched her back trying to pull away from the creature’s unwelcome attention but he just pushed forward and drove his tongue in deeper.
“Merciful Merlin!” Zatanna cried through her gag. She knew dicks that weren’t as long as this creature’s tongue!
Her hips bucked under the unrelenting assault on her senses. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice said ‘if it’s inevitable you may as well enjoy it’. That voice sounded a lot like her own.
Then it stopped. The creature’s head emerged from between her legs and it grinned at her.
“Like that huh? Well daughter of Zatarra, that was just the first act.” It reared up to its full height of nine feet. The demonic phallus jutted from its crotch like a 24” spike. Its rat tail twitched and moved below her, she could feel its pointed tip exploring between her butt cheeks.
Desperate she managed to spit out the gag from her mouth.
“L-listen! You know who I am right? Then you I’m on a first name basis with the Phantom Stranger, Dr Fate and the Spectre! Yeah the Spectre himself! You really don’t want that guy coming after you!”
“Gal, if anyone was coming for you, they’d be here by now huh?” It looked around into the swirling ash and dust. There were no heroes to be seen.
“So I guess they ain’t gonna come!” It leered down at her again. “But I will…”
It put its claws on her hips and got ready to thrust when…
FOOM!
A blast of hellfire tore through its chest and the demon fell on its back. A stream of cum shot from its member then it lay still.
Zatanna looked up and saw the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
He was banana yellow, squat and hunched over, he had fins for ears, claws for hands and wore the ragged remains of some medieval outfit.
But he was still the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
“So what do I find in the plains of hell? A virgin witch and a randy belle? I’ve saved you both from that monster’s semen. Now you’re guests of Etrigan… THE DEMON!”
“Whoa! Whoa!” Metamorpho materialized out of nowhere and caught the arrow in his hand. With his other hand he waved some gas under Starfire’s nose and sent her to sleep. “What cha doing man? It’s not her fault, Supes must have done something to her.”
“Whatever!” Green Arrow said turning on his heel and walking away.
“Come on man, keep it together, keep it together.”
“I’m fine!”
“You almost murdered a teenaged girl!”
“I’m fine!”
“Come on man, let’s go back to the trophy room, we should pick out hiding spots for when Supes come back.”
“Fine!”
“Puh-please, h-help me…” Supergirl moaned from her spot on the cold floor. They’d forgotten her.
Metamorpho looked down at the former Maid of Might. Her costume was filthy and stained (Rex tried not to think too hard about what it was stained with), her skirt was riding up showing him that her famously invulnerable panties were long gone. Her hair was matted and her face gaunt. There were still traces of green around her eyes and fingernails. “Holy Hannah darling, what happened to you!”
“K-Kryptonite… Need sun, solar energy…”
“Hold on there big guy.” Green Arrow interrupted. “We don’t know we can trust her.”
“Waddya mean, she’s Supergirl, she’s on our side, man if we can help her she can take care of this is a minute.”
“Yeah well Starfire and Wonder Girl are supposed to be good guys too. Superman for that matter. We don’t know what he’s done to her.”
“Look at her, this girl is sick-“
“Maybe she is, maybe she ain’t. All I know is I ain’t taking the chance.” Green Arrow pulled on Supergirl’s top, took out his chunk of Kryptonite and dropped it between her breasts. The teen heroine convulsed and moaned in pain. Sweat poured from her face, she started to gasp for air. “See what I mean Rex, that’s how she looks when she’s really been exposed to Green-K, she must’ve been faking it before.”
“I dunno man…”
“Come on. I need to get some more Kryptonite, then we can go stake out the entrance.”
“What about Supergirl?”
“Ah she’ll be fine, it wasn’t that big a piece. After we take care of Superman we can come back for her.”
The two heroes left Supergirl spasming on the floor and gasping for air.
“EROTSER EMUTSOC” Zatanna muttered as she rose to her feet. She felt the velvet and silk reappear over her private parts.
The yellow-skinned demon bowed to her and gestured.
“Come my dear, our goal is near, have no fear, for we are here!”
Zatana scowled at Etrigan’s painfully obvious rhymes, someone really needed to give that guy a poetry dictionary or something, but said nothing. After all he had saved her and now he’d led her and Raven to a forbidding castle deep in the hell dimension. He’d been cagy about his motives, but for now Zatanna was just happy to see a semi-friendly face. From what she remembered Etrigan was a demon summoned up by Merlin and, despite his origins, something of a hero. And well if he really did want to rape her and eat her heart, at least he was taking them somewhere out of the ash and dust to do it.
The castle was shaped like a triangle with 3 stone walls and 3 towers, one on each corner. The walls did not look built, but more like melted volcanic stone, as if they’d been poured into that shape. The towers curved inwards making the whole castle look like a claw waiting to grasp the three and crush them. Despite the stifling heat of the hell dimension Zatanna shivered.
There was a solid looking gate in one of the walls. The three carefully climbed down.
“AH!” Raven cried, her impractical high heels slipped off a rock and she fell towards the stony spikes below.
“No!” Zatanna cried “SDNIW DLOH NE-“ She began to cry.
Then in a puff of brimstone she vanished and reappeared below. She immediately collapsed covering herself with her dark cloak and shivering.
Zatanna climbed down as fast as she dared finally reaching the teen witch and pulling back her hood. “Don’t worry Raven it’s-“
Raven hissed at the sexy sorceress and glared at her with four burning yellow eyes set in a dark red face. She pulled her hood back up and ducked down again.
“Whoa…”
“’It rarely goes too well, to call on demonic powers here in hell.” Etrigan opined.
“Trigon, he feels so close, A’zar I must regain control, must.”
She sobbed a few times and finally rose to her feet. “Worry not. I am fine.”
“Who’s worried?” Zatanna chuckled nervously. She peered into Raven’s shadowy hood, the girl looked like she was back to normal, but who knew what was going on inside.
“Tis best we spare you from further bother, lest we get a visit from your dear old father.”
“Right, let’s get inside that castle as fast as we can.”
They turned towards the imposing fortress. “I guess we can’t just knock on the door and ask for a ride back to Earth can we?”
As if on cue the gates opened revealing a dark passageway within.
Zatanna looked at Raven. Raven avoided her eyes. Zatanna looked again and realized something. As a stage magician experienced in misdirection she should have spotted it sooner. There was a reason Raven always wore that hood and played it so mysterious. She was just a scared kid.
Great.
She looked at their demonic guide but Etrigan offered no help.
“So I guess we go in then.”
Above the gate were cared some harsh runes, all angles and disturbing curves that hurt to look at. Zatanna looked away.
“Enter tired visitors and break your fast, find welcome at the house of Abnegar, Rath and Ghast” Etrigan translated in rhyme.
“Wait a sec, Abnegar, Rath and Ghast, the Demons Three? That’s who lives here?”
“Who did you expect to dwell, in a castle at the heart of hell?”
“OK, granted, but those guys, they’re not just some random encounter, they have a history with the JLA y’know. I don’t want to end up in the middle of a grudge match.”
“Then you had best be polite, so we may leave without a fight.”
“Y’know those rhymes really suck.”
Etrigan just shrugged. And the three entered the open gate.
Millions of miles from Earth Superman tossed a trash bag into the sun. He watched carefully as the wheel, jar and bell burst into flame and then vaporized completely.
“Good. That’s a couple of magical do-dads I don’t have to worry about. Now I’d better be getting home, who knows what trouble the gals have gotten up to since I left.”
The mismatched trio advanced carefully into the castle. The walls were twisted and ill-formed covered in obscene carvings of death and destruction. Cities and forests burned, armies were slain, women ravished, all at the hands of the same three gaunt figures. Zatana shuddered.
They turned a corner, now the obscenities weren’t just carvings.
“Please… help me!”
A pretty blonde hung from the ceiling, tied to a wooden X, she wore the ragged remains of a green mini-dress and a jaunty witch’s hat was still somehow mounted on her head.
Between her legs was a witch’s broom thrusting up and down into the depths of the dress.
“No!” Zatanna and Raven took a step forward. But the Demon’s strong hands on their shoulders held them back.
“Before you rush to answer her plea, might be best to stand back and see.”
“Please, I-I can’t stand it anymore! ENCHANTRESS!”
With that last word the blonde’s features shifted and she became a gaunt dark haired woman.
“Oh that bitch! That damn bitch June Moon! Can’t take it huh! Well do your fucking worst! No way I’m changing back this time!” The black-haired girl screamed in pain.
“Merciful Merlin, I know her, she’s the Enchantress! She’s a heroine we have to help her!”
“Perhaps you should, perhaps you could, or perhaps it’s for the good.”
“What?”
“Enchantress she’s called and also June Moon, power she had till it all went boom. Mortals crave power, all they can gain, but when they get too much… it drives them insane.”
“You’re saying she’s nuts?” Zatanna asked backing away. She'd seen what the combination of magic and madness could do.
"She is in so much pain…" Raven said advancing towards the bound girl extending a hand to help.
"Raven, stay away, we don't know what she might do."
"No, I am empath, I cannot allow her pain to continue!"
"Her pain is the problem, is that all?" The Demon raised his hands and blasted June Moon with a burst of hellfire. Smoke covered the woman's body. "Now she's at peace, and we can proceed down the hall."
"You monster!" Raven advanced towards the Demon. Zatanna could see her skin taking on a reddish hue, the young empath was looking taller as well. "You delight in the suffering you cause, well not perhaps I will-"
THUNK!
Zatanna brained the Teen Titan with a rock, and the thin girl fell in a heap. Her skin began to return to normal.
"Finally you are learning the way, perhaps here in hell you should stay?"
"Come on Etrigan, you pick her up and let's keep going."
Behind them the smoke from Etrigan's hellfire cleared showing June Moon unconscious and still bound to the wall. After a minute she began to twitch again, and then to scream.
They passed other prisoners bound to the walls. A sorcerer named Zond was chained alongside a witch named Morgana, a brown-skinned woman calling herself Tlaca and a blond girl dressed like a harem slave named the Yellow Peri. They begged for mercy, for freedom, they offered power or pleasure but Zatanna and Etrigan ignored them as they advanced.
Finally they reached the central chamber, a vast vaulted cavern where curving columns of ivory stone gave the image they were in the ribs of an enormous beast. The floor was covered in broken shards of what Zatanna hoped were pale stones but feared were bone. In the center was a single crimson stone. Three hairless humanoids clung to it like lizards and looked upon her with pale yellow eyes.
"Greetings visitors…" Said one.
"Come and be welcome…" Said another.
"We have awaited you…." Said the third.
Etrigan lowered Raven's limp form to the broken floor. "Madam Zatanna, I am pleased at last, to introduce your hosts - Abnegar, Rath and Ghast!"
"The Demons Three…" Zatanna whispered. "Old foes of the Justice League."
"Old foes? The Justice League?" Said Abnegar with a smile.
"Oh more than that." Said Rath said grinning like a snake.
"For a million years we have been the foes of all mankind." Finished Ghast.
“What… what do you want with us?” Zatanna asked looking up at the three lizard-like beings whose slim bodies concealed their enormous power.
“With you?” Abnegar asked.
“Nothing at all.” Rath added.
“We want… her!” Ghast finished pointing at Raven.
It wasn’t even short.
Superman casually lifted the thousand ton key and opened the door to his Fortress of Solitude. He walked in, expecting Wonder Girl or Starfire to be waiting for him. Instead he got a kryptonite arrow in the chest and was seized in a headlock by Metamorpho.
He casually pulled Metamorpho’s arms off froze the element man in a block of ice with his super breath. Then he burned off Green Arrow’s legs and remaining arm before the emerald archer could even draw his next arrow.
He picked up the ice block (already starting to melt as Metamorpho turned into sulfur) and tossed it down his disintegration pit. Then he stood over Green Arrow’s twitching body.
“Now how did you get here? I thought I had Star Slave and Wonder Wench take care of you ages ago. Guess I’ll have to give them a good talking to.”
He gave Green Arrow a solid kick sending him flying across the room and left him to die from his internal injuries.
“Now where oh where are my little slut-slaves…”
Raven stirred. She could feel she was on a rough-hewn stone floor. Her cape and hood had been removed. The normally mysterious teen witch felt naked and exposed even though she still wore her tight blue dress and one high-heeled shoe. She touched her face, her features were normal, only two eyes, her skin was its normal pale color and not crimson. She sighed with relief.
Then she looked up.
Zatanna had a knife in hand and pricked her thumb. She signed a long roll of parchment the Demon held and bowed to the Demons Three. And then she vanished in a puff of smoke and brimstone.
“Azar, what happened? Where has she gone?”
“The pretty sorceress is heading home.” Abnegar explained.
“She made a deal and we’ve let her go.” Rath added.
“All she had to give us, was you.” Ghast finished with a laugh.
Raven rose to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster and pointed at the demons.
“You cannot mean that. You know who my father is, Trigon will never allow-“
“Already calling for daddy?” Abnegar asked.
“Funny how fast you abandon your beliefs.” Rath observed.
“When your pretty skin is on the line.” Ghast concluded.
Raven hesitated, her whole life had been a long struggle to hold back her father’s influence, to control his impulses and reject her destiny. And now…
“No! I reject Trigon! I would never-“
RRRIP!
A clawed hand tore off her tight dress. Raven spun, covering her modest breasts with one gloved hand. Etrigan grinned at her.
“Sorry to knock you out of whack. But I thought the devil’s daughter would have a nicer rack.”
He jumped at her and Raven dodged to the side with a scream. She’s always relied on her powers, she was no fighter. She tried to run but with one shoe on and other off she stumbled and fell to the stone floor. The Demon was on her in a moment.
He raked her back with his claws and laughed.
“Once Raven was great and empowered, but now the witch shall be deflowered!”
Raven felt her panties tear free.
“No! By Azar what do you want?”
“We know your father is watching.” Abnegar explained.
“We want them to know you are powerless.” Rath added.
“And for him to hear your cries.” Ghast concluded.
The witch cried out in pain as Etrigan pulled her legs apart and drove his yellow member deep inside.
“Azar forgive me! Trigon! Trigon protect me!”
But no one came, her demonic father did not dare challenge the Demons Three, even for his daughter. Instead across the dimensional wastes he watched as his rivals in hell violated her in every way, for a very long time.
Zatanna coughed on sulfur and fanned the smoke away from her face. She looked around. She was in an alley, the sky was blue, the ground was concrete. There was even a poster saying ‘Keep Metropolis Beautiful” on the wall.
She was home!
Then fear hit her.
How long did she have?
Minutes?
Seconds?
How long before Superman came for her?
She had to do it now.
There was no time to waste.
She took a deep breath and said “NAMREPUS EID!” Nothing seemed to happen. “NAMREPUS EID!” She repeated for good measure. “NAMREPUS EID! NAMREPUS EID! NAMREPUS EID!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. “Superman die…” She whispered. She’d never done a death spell before, it went against everything she believed in. But after what she had seen, after what she had done to get back, what choice did she have?
Then it hit her.
She was knocked back into the wall. Her nose and ears bled. Her head felt like a year of hangovers had all come to roost at once. She threw up. She gasped for air. She coughed up blood.
And finally it was over.
“Great Gandolf… If that’s what black magic feels like I’m never using it again. No wonder Felix Faust is always in such a bad mood.”
Superman stumbled. There was a sudden pain in his chest.
He coughed once and it was gone. He returned to his business.
“Guess I shouldn’t have had the chili.” He said.
He raised the electro-whip and brought it down on Starfire and Wonder Girl’s bare asses.
Zatanna staggered to her feet. Somehow in her heart she knew the spell had worked. She stumbled to the end of the alley and out onto the street.
People saw the half-dressed girl in her puke and blood-stained tux and stayed away. Zatanna could smell how foul she was and guess how bad she looked.
“Soon as I feel better I’m teleporting home and…” For the first time she got a good look around. It was Metropolis all right, there was the Metro State Building, but where were the twin towers of the Global Commerce Center? And why were all the guys still wearing fedoras? And how come all the cars looked like something out of the 50s? It was like nothing had changed in decades. It was just like…
“No…” She whispered and started to run. She was on 47th street, once she reached the avenue she should be able to see it.
At the corner she looked up. It was an old stone skyscraper, the sort of solid and permanent building they put up in the 20s and 30s rather than the airy and fragile glass and steel buildings they were putting up now. It spoke of substance and integrity. And its roof was capped with a giant celestial body.
But not a planet.
Its roof said “Daily Star”.
“Oh merciful Merlin, they told the truth! They sent me home! But not to Earth 1, they sent me back to Earth 2! But that means my spell…”
An ambulance pulled up. Minutes later they came out with a corpse on the gurney.
“It’s Clark Kent, the editor.”
“No surprise, he was always having weird stomach aches and ducking out.”
“Did you hear he was wearing a Superman shirt under his suit?”
“Guess he was a bit of fan, they were best friends you know.”
“Really? I never saw them together.”
Zatanna turned away crying. She stumbled into another alley and suddenly the air turned dark and cold.
Green fog appeared around her.
A glowing white figure manifested before her. He was dressed in a green cloak and his eyes burned with a cold fire.
“N-no!”
“Zatanna, daughter of Zatarra.” It said with a voice like a closing coffin. “You have consorted with demons and killed with black magic.”
“Spectre, you must listen, Superman of Earth 1 has gone mad, you have to-“
“Other Earths are not my concern. Only justice is.”
“But-“
Green smoke surrounded the Sexy Sorceress and she was gone.
Zatanna coughed and looked around. She saw only ash, fire and dust. She picked a random direction and ran…
She made it ten feet when she ran into a yellow chest.
“Well look who I have found. A witchy wench, to serve me, naked and bound.” Etrigan quipped.
Zatanna screamed.
Afterword
Yeah, that took a while. It happens. Both Stella and the Minx and Real Life took away from my writing time.
Plus once I realized I had to write rhyming dialogue I just ran into writer’s block. I hate rhyming dialogue!
But it’s done. And if nothing else I think the ending is worth it.
The next chapter should not take anywhere near as long, so come back for Powerless, Passive and Prey.
Marcus Lycus
June 2012