Bryce relaxed after her most recent orgasm. She felt like she could think again, and after a fashion, this was true. She realized that if there was no cock where she was, she needed to go out and get it. Having figured out what needed to happen, she stood
up and clasped her hands behind herself, to keep from touching herself further, and tried to think where she might have some clothes. The stuff she'd worn earlier, now strewn about the floor, just plain wouldn't fit.
As she pondered this, she heard a click and felt something around her neck. She spun around and saw a demon. No... not a demon. A goddess. *Her* goddess. Her... "Mistress!" Bryce exclaimed with a squeal. She'd never seen this being before in her life,
but the recognition was instant. Of course this was her mistress, for whom she'd do anything, no matter what, especially if it was slutty. She was ready to obey.
Zatanna bounced on Superman's cock. He'd cum six times, and was still rock hard. Kryptonian stamina rocked. "Tep ym era uoy," she told him a few times, to reinforce that Superman was Zatanna's pet. There were no physical changes, but each time she said it,
he got a little dumber and more obedient.