Bryce stared adoringly at the demonic Mistress, which helped her make her decision. "Look deep into my eyes," she said, as her dark pools started to swirl with rainbows of color. Bryce obeyed, feeling her mind open to whatever the Mistress said.
"You have no will but mine." As it was almost true already, this was easy. Bryce could no longer think for herself. Her mind was mush. All she could do was obey, she had no initiative.
"You have no name." She continued to stare into Mistress's eyes. She wondered what a name was. She knew she never had one.
"You have no identity." It didn't nod to its Mistress. Of course it had no identity.
"It lives to serve." It already knew that.
"It lives to pleasure." Thoughts formed in its mind. It knew thousands of ways to bring pleasure... or pain, if someone felt pleasure in pain. It knew nothing else.
"It is a pleasure maiden, identical to all others, interchangeable with all others." It felt its body changing, her skin becoming smooth and golden, its tits and ass balooning to epic proportions, its tongue hanging a foot from her mouth, its clit long
and hard, a pleasure tool for itself and others. It was built for pleasure.
The Mistress smiled cruelly. "Pleasure me," she said, and it obeyed.
Zatanna sat on Superman's cock, her ass filled to capacity. She filled Supergirl's horny cunt with her own thick shaft, as Supershemale continued to fuck Supergirl's asshole. She bent to suck on Supergirl's tits, drinking her milk.
She knew that she should be out corrupting more people, but she needed a few more orgasms first. But then...