Black Queen:
Starting With Z
By Strat0071964
A cool, dark, night. Not a light in the sky. Despite her surroundings, the witch Zatanna strolled sown the neighborhood street.
Her most recent show, at a kids benefit, was over. Zatanna still wore out tight magician’s outfit, and fishnet hose.
Noise sounded rom the cat-walk. Another curvy fem was descending, a crooked smile on her pale face. Very curvy, and well-bosomed. Her outfit, black, loosely secured down the middle. She wore stilettos, and perfectly kept night black hair, curving at the edges.
“Black Queen,” Zatanna took a battle stance. Legs prepped, one hand extended, fist drawn back. Eyes focusing on the other witch.
“Caught your show,” The Black Queen said. “Good. It’s nice the work you do benefitting children.” She giggled “I particularly like that time you showed little mercy to those rotten teens who gave drugged candy to a young trick-or-treator.”
“Thanks, Queen,” Zatanna snapped. She kept her attention on the woman.
The Queen stood there, arms crossed over her chest. “I’d like you to join my organization.”
“I don’t think so, Queen.” Zatanna said.
The Queen smiled. “I wouldn’t expect you to just give in.” She shifted about. “Of course, magic wise we are pretty much equal. In physical fighting.” Smiling she looked the well-bosomed, heroine up and down. “I’m sure I would have the advantage.”
“Think so do you?” Zatanna snapped back. “I have a few foes who would tell a different tale.”
“Its common knowledge those who have powers, like magic, tend to rely over much on them.” The Queen said.
“And you don’t?” Zatanna asked.
“No.” the Queen said.
“How could I trust you not to cheat?” Zatanna asked.
“Ask anyone. I have never lied or cheated.”
“Yet, you are a powerful super villainess.” Zatanna said.
The Queen just shrugged her shoulders. Promptly she swung into a battle stance, and slung her fist at Zatanna. The well-formed witch grabbed her foe by the wrist and spun her around.
An aimed kick from the Queen was avoided. Soon the villainess was knocked against a trash bin. “I guess I underestimated you.”
“Thanks,” Zatanna said, focusing on her nemesis.
The Queen shot up. Spun around, kicked her stiletto boot at Zatanna’s head. She dodged swiftly, hit the ground and spun around. Her foot hit the woman’s stomach. Grunting she slammed into a wall.
Moving fast, the Queen got her arm around Zatanna’s throat. She clenched her, the hero witch grunted. She slammed an elbow into the Queen’s gut.
Grunting, the Queen released her. A shot to the face knocked her back.
“Surrender>” Zatanna asked.
“Of course not,” The Queen shot up. “I’m just starting to feel alive. I enjoy battle, pain is my adrenalin.” She lunged at Zatanna. The two spun around until the enemy shoved the witch against a wall.
A hand to the face sent Zatanna’s senses spinning. Swiftly the witch slammed her fist into the Queen’s nose. “Aagh!” and “Ungh!”
As the Queen swirled her leg about, Zatanna caught it with her hands and spun her around. Grunting, the Queen threw a sudden punch at Zatanna’s punch, hitting her square in the head.
Light spun before Zatanna’s face as she staggered back.
“You will be a great asset to my organization,” Black Queen said. “And you can still do your charity shows.” She smugly smiled.
“You haven’t won this fight yet.” Zatanna snapped as she wiped blood from her face with her sleeve.
“I think I have more stamina than you,” The Queen said. Balling her fists, she curled her arms back.
Zatanna readied herself. Her foe through a kick, as she spun. It was followed by a fist that hit between the witch’s breasts. A loud grunt sounded from the supreme sorceress.
“They do make nice punching bags,” The Queen mused. Then smiled. “Among other things.” Pausing she drew back. “I’ll make sure those fine tits get a good massage when we’re done.” She blew a kiss, then a kick into Zatanna’s stomach.
As the Queen moved forward, Zatanna grabbed her. Raised her up and spun the woman around. Tossing her into the garbage bin. Then slapped her hands as if cleaning dirt from them.
The witch took a deep breath. She watched and waited for her foe to strike again. Suddenly from behind, she was grabbed around the waist by the Queen.
Grunting, Zatanna spun around. The Queen did not release her grip, hands clenching her tits. “Mmm,” the Black Queen sounded. “Nice.” She kissed the side of Zatanna’s neck.
Swinging about, Zatanna’s elbow smacked the Black Queen’s head. The villainess crime lord growled.
Breaking free Zatanna spun around, sending her foot into the Queen’s abdomen. Another foot into her jaw.
“Oh, yes,” Black Queen said. With sudden swiftness she was on her feet again. A big smile on her face, spinning her arms around. She leapt.
The two struggled on the ground.
“This isn’t over yet, my slave to be,” Black Queen said and blew a kiss.
Zatanna shoved her off. Uneasily the Black Queen regained her footing.
“You are tough,” The Black Queen purred. “Yes indeed. A swell acquisition. It’s only a matter of time until I win.”
“Giving me a decent work out here,” Black Queen continued. “I love it, Zattie.”
“Then let’s continue,” Zatanna stood a battle pose. She spun around, both move to attack. As Zatanna tossed a foot blow, the Black Queen spun from it.
Leaping into the air, Zatanna’s leg delivered a blow aimed for the Black Queen’s head. The foe dodged, but grabbed Zatannas leg and slammed her into the side of a building.
“Your recovery time is slowing,” Black Queen said. She laughed, hands on her hips. Her sorceress opponent swung into her mdi-riff.
Both again struggled son the ground. Black Queen spun Zatanna around, flattening her against the hard pavement. Grabbing her wrists, the Queen forced her arms down.
“Surrender!” Black Queen demanded.
“Nah.” Zatanna tartly snapped back. Then rose a leg into her gut.
Squealing, the Queen was again dislodged. Recovering with amazing speed, though, she plowed into the sorceress again
A hand smacked Zatanna’s face, forcing her back down. “You will submit!” The Black Queen vowed.
“No!” Zatanna responded with heat.
“Yes,” Black Queen promised. “Pet.” She blew a kiss.
Getting a little too cocky, the Black Queen went flying off Zatanna. The sorceress supreme sprung to her feet, growling. She leapt into attack mode and flew at her foe.
“Yaaah!” Zatanna shrieked, plunging forward as a weapon delivering a death blow.
Black Queen dodged the strike within seconds. She sprung up, grabbed Zatanna by the waste from behind NAD spun her around.
The sorceress felt her body tiring. The urge to end this with magic welled inside, but she refused it. She’d made a vow and planned keeping it.
Zatanna’s elbows swung wildly. The Laughing Black Queen moved faster as she spun the Sorceress.
Everything kept spinning when the Black Queen brought her opponent down. Gasping, the Queen quickly took a collar and snapped it on the dazed Zatanna’s neck.
“Freeze!” Black Queen commanded.
Zatanna felt her whole body stiffen. She couldn’t move.
Black Queen grinned, turned her back and stretched. Her body twitched as she swung out her arms. “You are mine now, girl.”
She wanted to shout resistance. Zatanna found her voice stifled.
“On your knees,” Black Queen ordered.
Zatanna sprung onto her knees. What was happening?
“Now, spell your powers and yourself to my command.”
With her backwards magic, Zatanna spoke words making her subject to the Black Queen’s will. What was happening?
Black Cat turned to her with a Cheshire cat’s grin. Patted Zatanna’s head. Then held her hand to the woman’s face. “Kiss your master’s hand, slave!”
Zatanna obeyed.
Bending down the Black Queen kissed the sorceress’ forehead. Rising, snapped her fingers. “About that outfit.” She smiled.
Soon, Zatanna wore a much tighter, bare-midriff outfit. Her nipples pressed fully against the material.
Black Queen attached a leash to the collar. “Rise!” She snapped her fingers again and the sorceress was on her feet.
“Yes ma’am.” Zatanna said.
Black Queen jerked the leash. “Come. As I said, you will make a great addition to my organization.”
“Yes ma’am.” Zatanna replied.
Whistles sounded when the Black Queen led Zatanna into her club. Some smacked the Sorceress’ butt, getting giggles from the Queen.
“They like you,” Black Queen said. “Zap your costume away.”
Zatanna heard the words come from her own mouth. Soon she was naked, the men – and women applauded and whistled.
Soon spread eagle, arms and legs secured to poles, Zatanna made a faint noise of disgust. The Black Queen neared, caressed her hair and kissed her cheek.
“Zattie, dear, you know perfectly well when you lose a battle there’s a price to be paid.” Black Queen said. “I can only imagine what you might of done to me had you won.” She kissed her cheek again.
Looking about the place, Black Queen nodded her head. “Be gentle with her. I have plans for the mighty sexy sorceress.”
With those words uttered, the Black Queen strode away.
Resigned, faint tears slid from Zatanna’s eyes. She had no choice, she had to comply. Hands reached to touch her soft body, stroked her round, tits. Tweak the nipples.
“What a body,” One said in a low, impressed, tone. “The Queen sure is generous.”
The big man approached with a wide grin. He stroked her ample bosom with his hands. Her chest quivered against his.
The man’s lips pressed against Zatanna’s. She squirmed, unable to even speak. His powerful tool soon pounded inside her.
“Oh, ungh, ungh.” Zatanna sounded. “Ungh!”
“Man, he’s pounding her good!” Said a woman, bringing her own bosom close to zatanna’s back, reaching around to grab the witch’s breasts.
Tears rolled down Zatanna’s cheeks as each one got his chance to toy and pound her body.
Her body sunk, worn. Soon, the restraints holding Zatanna were opened and she fell to hands and knees.
A well-curved Nubian princess of a woman grasped hold of Zatanna’s long hair. “Come.” She tugged, and led Zatanna along by her hair. The sorceress crawled on hands and knees. As she moved along hands slapped or tweaked her rear.
In Black Queen’s room, Zatanna’s head rested in her master’s lap. The winner stroked her hair. “Such a good girl. So tired.”
Stroking Zatanna’s body as she drew her up into her lap, the Black Queen purred as she rubbed her belly. “You’ve got twins in you, how nice.” Kissed her cheek. “Del Toro will be proud.”
The wearied witch wilted against her master. “I know, you’re tired.” Black Queen lifted Zatanna up and carried her to bed. Then crawled in by her.
Taking Zatanna into her embraced, the Black Queen’s hand possessively clutched the sorceress’ tits. “Tomorrow, we expand our organization, to Gotham City, I think.”
:”Good night my Zattie.” One last kiss, both were asleep.