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Zatanna struggled with the chain for a moment and then finally, it snapped. She fell back into the slime as a voice whispered in her mind, At long last I am free.
Zatanna awoke in her bed with a headache. Her hands flew up to her neck, where she felt the collar firmly in place. Slowly, she rose to her feet and padded across the floor to the mirror. "Very nice," the voice from before whispered in her mind. "Let us see it without the clothes though."
"Enogeb sehtolc," Zatanna said much to her own startlement. Her clothes vanished leaving her completely naked. Suddenly, her hands began to fly over her body and grope it. "What the hell is going on," she snapped.
"I'm sorry," the voice in her head said, "allow me to introduce myself. I am Akramisson, a mighty demon that was centuries ago imprisoned. You have finally released though I am forced to share this delightful body with you until I find another. The collar makes you my slave."
"I am no one's slave," Zatanna roared.
"Oh really," the demon said with a laughed. "Spank yourself, slut."
Zatanna's hand reached behind her and delivered a hard smack to her own ass. She let out a yelp. "I will of course have to find a more suitable, masculine body. You will help me with that, and then I will fuck your delicious body."
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