"Em ot reh gnirb!" declared Zatanna, even as she used her new power over her form, causing a thirteen inch cock to grow over her pussy. She moaned as it sprung into place, instantly hard.
Bryce blinked. She wasn't used to being teleported. She couldn't at all recognize Zatanna. Maybe if she still had a brain in her head that wasn't made of cotton candy, she could have figured it out, but as it was, she was frightened and started cower,
"Reappasid sehtolc! Evals gnivol dna tneidebo ym era uoy!"
Even before the former Dark Knight realized her clothes had disappeared, her attitude changed completely. "Mistress!" she cried, bouncing up to where Zatanna sat. "Omigod, can I, like, suck your cock for you?" At Zatanna's cruel smile, Bryce got on her
knees and started to do just that.
Now Zatanna knew her purpose. She was to transform the heroes of the world into corrupt, twisted servants, devoted to her and, through her, her demonic mistress. "Call me Mistress Zatanna."
Bryce made a sucking sound as she pulled off Zatanna's cock. "Yes Mistress Zatanna!" she exclaimed before returning to her task.
Zatanna started to laugh, almost madly. Oh, this was going to be fun.