<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.us/a/img17/2756/zatannamistressofmagicb.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Zatanna "Zee" Zatara<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Watchtower and Apartment, then back.<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Jenny Sparks and The Justice League<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">A warm hand settled against her shoulder and Zatanna’s sapphires opened as though she were waking from sleep. Her black, wavy hair was rippling and waving upon ethereal winds rising from the magic circle feet beneath her. She had been levitating in mid-air with her legs crossed and hands lying against her knees palms open. Jenny was standing before her, dressed casually and telling her that she needed a break. Uncrossing her legs, she set them on the floor and stood as though rising from an invisible chair. She remained standing to get some strength back into her legs and then brought the back of her hand to her lips to stifle a yawn.<br/><br/>“Sure, Pizza sounds good. I just need a hot bath first,” the mistress informed.<br/><br/>Yawning again, she stalked out of the circle toward the hall she and Jenny had ventured down last night. She walked until she came before a blank wall absent of a door and removing her top hat, she drew from its mysterious depths her elusive magic wand. Pointing its end at the wall, she began to etch a door in the same manner she had etched the circle. When she finished connecting the lines, a mahogany door with a shiny, brass knob materialized. Zatanna returned the top hat to her head and grasped the doorknob, to open the door and step through it into her apartment.<br/><br/><em>Home sweet home</em>, she thought as a pleasant sigh escaped her.<br/><br/>She stepped out of her heels, and they went walking across the room to their place in her bedroom. She spread her arms and her jacket began to unbutton on its own. Her bowtie came lose and the magic that had been binding back her breasts released as they billowed forth causing her corset to instantly tighten before it looked like her creamy bosom would spill over her cups. The black jacket floated free of her arms and the laces of the corset unwound, freeing her breasts to expand as much as they wanted before they bobbed upon her chest, her pink nipples hard from the slight chill that kissed them.<br/><br/>Lowering her hands, she looped her thumbs within her panty and hoes lines and bent over to slide them over her hump and down her long, shapely legs. The carpet gave like a sponge against her toes as she walked toward the bathroom, running her fingers across her scalp as she inspected her hair. The bathroom door opened and a wall of steam wafted against her. The tub was already full and waiting with a mattress of spring-smelling soap bubbles floating atop the hot water.<br/><br/>Zee stepped into the water and sank beneath the foam, moaning pleasantly as the heat seeped into her muscles. She lounged back and closed her eyes. Her breasts floated upon the water and her hair drank in the moisture. <br/><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Freak</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The attachable shower head rose like a snake from the water. It was currently set to sprinkle, arching over her and letting its hot rain spill over her face and chest. The head then began to creep down her tummy into the water. It vanished beneath the blanket of foam and shifted to massage mode. The strong jet of water began firing out in pressurized bursts as it traveled down her abdomen to her blossom. The jets parted her petals with each explosive burst, causing Zatanna to moan softly. She reached a hand down between her thighs, her index, middle, and ring finger spreading her lips for the showerhead to smash its muzzle against her pussy.<br/><br/>Panting and squirming in her pleasurable discomfort, Zee moaned, <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Os evitisneS</em></span></span>.<br/><br/>Just then her body became so sensitive that everything became an intense sensation. The hot water blasting inside her and the muzzle rubbing against her clit caused her to moan loudly. Her other hand went to grasp her breasts, her acrylic nails lightly dragging across her slippery tit before she pinched her hardened nipple between her index finger and thumb. She twisted it, her body trembling and hips bucking from the pressurized pulses. She soon rolled over, unsure if she could handle her spell any longer.<br/><br/>She went to her hands and knees, panting and desperately crawling for the end of the tub when the shower head swiftly coiled about her. It passed between her legs, breasts, and throat, criss-crossing her body until the silver piping locked tightly against her. Her arms were bound behind her back, breasts clenched tightly and trying to swell free from their confinement. With a distressed gasp, Zee crouched, rearing back upon the balls of her feet and spreading her thighs wide as the showerhead took advantage of the free access. It shifted modes to Massage Mode Two, and the blasts of water came more furiously: rubbing and gushing. She ground against it, sitting upon it as the muzzle went deeper inside her pussy. Moaning, she commanded, <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"><em>Regnorts, regnort!</em></span></span><br/><br/>The jet passed through her like a hot, pulsing fire hose, smashing her g-spot as her floating, pink washcloth soared into her mouth, filling her cheeks to gag her and keep her from casting anymore spells before she’d succumb to her pleasurable demise. Her screams were muffled. She soon dropped to her knees, bending over and presenting her fat bottom as she tried to escape her own assault when suddenly she tensed up, her thighs tightening, tummy tightening, and Kegel muscles flexing as her hot juices flooded out of her. Her moan came hard and long against the wash cloth, her powers faltering around her as the water in the tub instantly drained and the showerhead fell limp. Her restraints loosened and Zee collapsed upon her side still tangled in the metal neck of her showerhead, skin glistening and blotched in soap foam.<br/><br/>Her tongue pushed the washcloth from her mouth so she could breathe, her black hair draping her face in a mess. She panted softly, her pink lips parted and wet as she tried to reclaim her breath.</span></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Content/090119/News/Todays_News_Our_Take/3_wed/090121serindaswan2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The magician stepped from the door that she had made in the corridor in a grey top with a belt that fastened just beneath her breasts. Her collar was V-shaped and low, her bosom swelling against it as that one lone, pearl-colored button held them under control. The jeans that hugged her thighs were blue and low, the black thong that wrapped her hips going unnoticed until she would sit. Tall, leather brown boots clung to her calves, clicking lightly upon the floor as she returned to the group.<br/><br/>“Zee here, and ready,” she informed with a bright smile. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate, and some cheesy pizza was sounding like heaven to her stomach.</span>