Darkseid's Harem of Furies

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Darkseid gazed upon the planet Apokolips which he rules with an iron fist. The fire pits had a more foreboding appearance than normal if that was possible. Today was the begining of his latest decree. The evil god had declared that he was going to set up a second version of his Female Furies. Unlike the other Furies (Lashina, Stompa, Bernadeth, and Mad Harriet), these Furies would only be used for his sexual appetite. They would be his harem.

He had enlisted Lex Luthor in his goal and the simple Earthling had readily agreed to round up heroines for Darkseid's harem in return for access to some Apokolipan technology to use in his never-ending battle with the Kryptonian. He also figured that Luthor was going to enjoy kidnapping some of Superman's friends and loved ones in and of itself as well. He had enlisted other villains (males only of course as female villains were fair game for the harem as well) to assist in the kidnapping, and Darkseid figured Luthor and some of the others would have their way with some of the women before sending them to Apokolips but that did not bother Darkseid. Any Earth woman would feel like a virgin when the large cock of Darkseid entered her cunt for the first time.

A smile almost formed on the evil god's face as he imagined his rapes and subjugations of the many females.
 
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Bound and gagged, Zatanna Zatara, magician extraordinare was, very quietly, panicking. Clad in her trademark stage costume, her top hat perched at a jaunty angle, the raven-haired beauty stumbled forward, teetering in her high heels...

She couldn't *see*. She couldn't speak, either, the tight, silken gag bound around her mouth stifling her voice...The very heart of her magic! Prodded by ungentle hands from behind, all she could was stumble ever-forever, trying oh-so-hard not to topple...

It seemed like some kind of terrible nightmare; She couldn't even *remember* how she'd gotten here- Wherever 'here' was! The last thing Zatanna recalled was, somewhere in New York, fire and chaos all around...

EKIRTS SREIDLOS NEVES!

-Then *nothing*. Blackness. She'd felt the world pulse around her, then the muffled boom of an implosion- A Boom Tube? A bomb? - the smell of brimstone and ash...

-And she wasn't alone. Zatanna had heard the soft, confused cries of vaguely familiar voices; But then, too soon, rough hands had forced her to her feet, and into a stumbling walk...Struggling to breath around her gag, the lovely magician swallowed, hard, magnificent throat working; This was bad, right? All she could do was *pray*- The Justice League signal *should* be beeping overtime, now, assuming anyone was watching for it in the moiling chaos of the Crisis...


"
 
Lex Luthor smiled as he watched the video of the first capture. It was Zatanna Zatara. Fate had shown down on him. Darkseid wanted superwhores and Lex Luthor was more than willing to take advantage of the opportunity. He would gladly give Superman's fair friends fo Darkseid for free but he cut a hard bargain with the dark god and had been promised access to Apokolipian technology in return. Technology that would greatly inhance his mission to destroy the smug Kryptonian. With this new technology, he would be unstoppable against the cursed superheroes and he got take his rightful place as the pinnacle of mankind.

His plan was perfect. He had eliminated potentially one of the greatest threats in a war with the superheroes, which would undoubtedly soon break out due to Luthor's mission. He had dispatched Hush and the Scarecrow to a New York show of the sexy magician and sometimes superhero. Scarecrow infiltrated the building's ventilation system and contaminated it with a hallucinogen. Before Zatanna could realize what was happening and reverse it's effects Hush sprang upon her and muffled her attempt at reversing it with her magic "spelling." A Mother Box given to Luthor by Darkseid signaled for an immediate Boom Tube and ParaDemons immediately appeared and transported the stunned Zatanna to Apokolips. Her fate would await her there.
 
Quite suddenly, so suddenly she almost fell, Zatanna was jerked to a stop. Her glossy, raven-black hair swirling about her, the magician gasped as ungentle hands wrenched at her blindfold...


She remembered, now. No, *that* had been before[/i}; She'd been onstage, on the most recent leg of her 'Hex Appeal' tour- Then there'd been a mist, pungent and smelling of the grave, wafting into the hall-

And the crowd, as they said, went wild.

Zatanna had raised her hands, already shaping the syllables of the spell; "SAG-" she'd began, a moment before a merciless hand had clamped over her mouth, then her throat, choking her off- And a glimpse, of a tall man wrapped entirely in bandages, his stained brown coat billowing about him...

"Hush," he'd said, chuckling- As if at some joke- then the hiss of a string, and the world went black-

Her sight returned, with a suddeness that made her gasp. For a long, damned moment, Zatanna just...stared.

Fire. Great, churning furnaces. Gears. Machines. The sound of the toiling damned, and the shrikes of crude jet-packs as armored figures soared above the nightmare realm, luridly lit by crimson fires...

Hell.

"Oh-" Zatanna gasped, her words coming out as a muffled 'Mmmmmfff!' through her gag, even as her soft brown eyes bulged; She was on Apokolips...
 
Darkseid smiled slightly, if one could say Darkseid ever smiled, as his ParaDemons brought the first acquisition of his new harem. Desaad hastily scrambled down to examine the specimen. The perverted fiend would love to have his hands, and devices, on the young woman. Perhaps, the Dark Lord of Apokolips pondered he would give his sadistic minion some members of his harem should he ever tire of them.

"Back Desaad!" he shouted at the torturer as he got to close to his pretty new concubine. The first of his new stable of Furies.

He looked at the now helpless young heroine. Her magics would no longer work on his world. "Ungag her."

His gaze traveled her body as he sat on his throne. She began to demand her release vehemently. He just sat there ignoring her demands. He admired her curvy legs in the fishnets and explored her legs until they disappeared into the tuxedo leotard that served as her stage and superheroine costume. Her tall high heels added tone not only to her fishnet-clad legs but her wonderful ass.

"Bring her to me!" the dark god commanded his ParaDemons.

On Earth, she was one of the most powerful beings in existence, but on Apokolips without power she was simply a helpless young woman. A young woman belonging to Darkseid. Her life was over.
 
A low, terrified gasp parted Zatanna's lips, as Darkseid loomed into view- She shuddered, her knees buckling at the sheer, awful presence of the Master of Apokolips! The baleful gaze, like a shattered tombstone- That powerful, muscular form, seeming chiselled out of rock...She'd seen him, in pictures, in videos, but to be so close to him, surrounded by his leering court...

It was terrifying.

"Mmmmmffff! Mmmmm-Hrrrrnnnn!!" Zatanna gasped, her chest heaving within her corset, her teeth working furiously against her gag; If she could form a word, she'd be out of here, as fast as she could say-

And, with blinding suddeness, her gag was ripped away! The lovely magician sucked in a glad lungful of vile Apokolipian air, and gasped- "ANNATAZ YAWA!!"

Nothing, except a low, almost subsonic rumble, burbling up from Darksied's chest- He was *laughing*. His glowing red eyes swept her long, lissome legs, sheathed within their seductive fishnets; Her arms bound behind her, she took a stumbling step back- Only to receive an unfriendly prod in her back, from a Parademon's pike!

"SNOMED POTS!" Zatanna gasped, her eyes wild; Then, "SNOMED NRUB!!!" Nothing- Nothing, except more cackling laughter. Her magic *wasn't* working- Which left her helpless, utterly vulnerable, before one of the most powerful, vilest beings, in the cosmos! "I- Why isn't it...?" she began, the claws of panic jabbing at her composure...

The next shove sent her forward, harder this time, forcing the conjuror up towards the seated elder God. She dug her heels in- And, with an annoyed grunt, a Parademon simply pushed her again, sending Zatanna careening forward; Utterly surprised, she tripped, her high-heeled feet catching on something-

And she fell hard, right in front of Darkseid. Her face burning, Zatanna tried to scramble back to her feet, legs splayed beneath her; The ropes that bound her hands made it *completely* impossible to balance!

"What..." she began, through dry lips; A small sob of fear shivered through her, one quickly stilled. "What do you *want* with me?"
 
Darkseid rumbled his dark demented laugh as he watched Zatanna struggle against her bonds and then attempt to get away by uttering her near omnipotent magical spellings. She tried again as an intense look of horror overcame her lovely features. Her magics did not work on Apokolips as it existed in the dimension known as the Fourth World. Here, she was no more powerful than any average human woman. She was helpless against the all powerful Darkseid. She went into a panic. The ParaDemons prodded her forward. Darkseid enjoyed watching her helpless form brought slowly but surely forward towards him.

She stumbled as the ParaDemons continued to prod her forward. She struggled to regain her footing. She asked him what he wanted with her.

"Zatanna. Luthor did quite well in his first acquistion." Darkseid stated for himself as much as anyone. "You will make a lovely bedwarmer within my new harem. A sexy being such as yourself will be of use quite frequently."

The ParaDemons helped her to stand up as Darkseid stood up from his throne and walked towards her. He walked up to here. His breath that smelled like brimstone filled her nostrils. He reached out and touched her cheek. His large right hand then wandered down her torso. He caressed each breast through her tuxedo leotard. His left hand went to the smallof her back and moved towards her ass. He felt her up.

"Take her to my chambers," Darkseid commanded the ParaDemons restraining her.
 
Hoisted to her feet by Parademons, Zatanna could only shudder, and try to twist away as Darkseid loomed before her, rising from his throne; "N-no," she gasped, entirely sure that her doom was nigh- A low, terrified shudder ran through her body as the evil god's obsidian-dark hand cupped her cheek, the lovely heroine wincing at the heat that radiated from him in waves...

-Then her brown eyes went wide, as a firm hand closed on her breast! A muffled squeal of outrage burst from her lips as Darkseid fondled her full, soft bosom, running along her sleek curves; Even through her tight, white corset, she could feel the tingling warmth of his touch coursing through her- Reminding her that she was, after all, in the presence of a god. In spite of herself, Zatanna felt her knees go weak, her face flushing at the contact- A little, breathless "Oh!" rasped from her throat as the Master of Apokolips' attention turned to her pert behind, kneading the taut flesh...

The words sank into her mind, right then; Harem? Bedwarmer? Did *that* mean...Darkseid was planning to...To...?

"Oh, gods," she murmured, mingled disbelief and shock in her words. "I don't *believe* it..." Zatanna's gaze darted up, trying to wonder if that pitch-black face was about to break into demented laughter...Some kind of cruel joke? It seemed, well, insane!

Then again, her mind added, Maybe he *is*...

For the fraction of a second, the magician's gaze met the red pits of Darkseid's eyes, and she saw something she'd never glimpsed before; Lust.

"A sexy being such as *yourself* will be of use quite frequently," Darkseid rumbled, in a voice like the end of all hope, and Zatanna quailed, her mind gibbering with images of what he was going to *do* to her...Except, absurdly, for one tiny corner that was perversely, well, *pleased*.

She couldn't help but think- He thinks *I'm* sexy? Really? He rules the Fourth World, and he wants...Me? before she heard the echoing, booming order...To take her to his chambers.

*That* galvanized her into action. "W-wait!" Zatanna gasped, struggling against the grip of the Parademons. "You can't- Mmmmmmphhhh!!" her sentence dying off as one of the shock troops slapped a hand over her complaining mouth; Her heels scraping on the floor, the part-time JLAer kicked and twisted, until she was lifted and bodily *carried* from the room!

She had the vaguest impression of the tortured realm passing by- Mercifully short- before a pair of huge doors swung open, and she was *tossed*, still flailing...Only to land on something- Soft? Was this...*His* bedroom? Still clad in her tuxedo, Zatanna struggled to a sitting position, her hands *still* bound behind her, her stomach fluttering at the thought of what was coming next...
 
Darkseid watched his ParaDemons haul the struggling magician/superhero to his bedchamber. Their was fear in her eyes as she undoubtedly and wisely dreaded the ordeal that was soon to come. Fucking with Darkseid prior to becoming one of his Furies was without a doubt the worst thing that could ever happen to females of any humanoid species. It wasn't just the rape. Or the hard cock that was the equivalent of a granite drill that would practically tear a woman in two. It was also the feeling of utter cold evil that would sweep through their bodies as they were penetrated and ejaculated into the first couple of times. To make love to an evil god was to fill that all hope and hapiness had vanished from the world.

The third time, although it began as cold and harsh as the others always resulted in the female losing all free will and becoming a pawn of the evil god. They would become his minions and slaves. Then, they would finally enjoy the fucking. Until then, it was wonderful to watch them hate his rape of them and grow to love it.

He walked to the masters' quarters to pay Zatanna a visit. He couldn't wait to impale his granite cock into her tight pussy. He opened the door. She was kneeling on the bed with her hands tied behind her back. He watched her watching him and he pulled off his blue clothing. Preparing himself for this privilege. Naked he saw her eyes bulge in disbelief as she saw the large granite cock for the first time. he walked towards her.

"Zatanna my dear," he remarked as he reached the bed and began to once again concentrate on molesting her chest and ass. He then took both his hands and delicately ripped open her tuxedo shirt exposing her breasts in their sexy black bra.
 
She'd been tied up before- Countless times, in fact. All the way from her childhood, where she'd learnt the mechanics of sleight-of-hand, before graduating to *real* magic, to her time in the Justice League, where there was *always* some supervillian with a brilliant, quick-and-dirty way to take out the magician...

-But Zatanna Zatara had *never* been in a situation this bleak, with her magic useless, trapped on a different *world*...And with the god of All Evil about to...to...

A gasp sawed from her throat as Darkseid shrugged off his clothing, revealing-

...Beneath his heavy robes/armor of state, Darkseid was an impressive being; In them, he'd looked squat, almost hunched- As if the weight of his many, many sins rested on him uneasily, bowing even his mighty stature. But for the first time, Zatanna saw that there was nothing hunched, or ill-made about Him at all; A rock-hard torso, black as obsidian, riven with countless scars, rippling with muscle, caught her gaze- and held it.

If anything, he seemed even *larger* without his clothing, the sheer physicality of the Master of Apokolips making Zatanna acutely aware of how fragile, how *mortal* she was, compared to the god of the Fourth World- Despite herself, she felt a flicker of primal admiration, wondering what terrors, what horrors he'd seen, that'd marred that immortal, invincible body so...

Then her gaze dipped lower, and Zatanna went *pale*. Seemingly carved from the same granite, of the same heroic proportions as the rest of his form, Darkseid's member filled her vision, heavy and black- Like a pillar of stone, ready to split her world apart.

"No," Zatanna whimpered, her voice a small, embryonic thing; Her heels skidding on the plush bed, she tried to scoot away as the dread god approached, every footfall like the leaden trod of midnight- With renewed force, the helpless conjuress wrenched at her bonds, entirely panicked, her mind gibbering, telling her to get *away*...

But then he was by her side, that obsidian voice intoning "Zatanna, my *dear*,", hands rising, to fasten on her tight bodice, cupping the curvy softness of her ass- "Mmmmmmmm!" Zatanna sobbed, her arms actually managing a twitch as her shirt tore, the buttons ping-ing to the floor...Exposing the glorious fullness of her large, creamy breasts, barely concealed by the lacy black of her bra!

"Don't you *dare*-" Zatanna began, her eyes burning with anger- Then her voice juddered, as Darkseid's fingers pressed divots in her breasts, kneading the resilient flesh! Her lips moved, wordlessly, her breath quickening despite herself, the tingling of the god's touch drawing a despairing moan from the raven-haired magician- Her long legs kicking at the bedsheets, her entire body tensed as Darkseid explored her, her head twisting back and forth in silent denial...
 
Darkseid admired Zatanna's body. Despite his feelings of superiority, the Dark Lord of Apokolips still admired and lusted after the bodies of the female superheroines he had run across over the years. Their admiration of Superman drove him to hate the Kryptonain even more. Zatanna was among the most beautiful of these heroines and Darkseid was getting a close look at her for the very first time. Her sexy stage costume drove him wild just as it most likely did all the puny human males it was designed to arouse. He smiled within himself thinking of the arousal within him she would have never wished to have arisen. When he ripped her shirt open, he found he liked what was beneath the costume even better. Her large breasts seemed to be trying to burst from the lacy black bra. His hand reached out and kneaded her breasts despite her protests.

His touch was warm like brimstone, and he also smelt of brimstone as well. However, as Zatanna would soon find out there was an even more overwhelming feeling emanating from his body as well. She would soon be feeling the cool, deathlike invasion of his prominent granite member. But first he wanted better access to the wonderful globes on her chest.

He ripped apart and threw aside the remaining shreds of her costume leaving her clad in nothing but her lacy bra and thong panties along with her fishnets and stillettos. He then ripped off her bra and continued his lustful admiration of the raven-haired beauty's body.

"Welcome to my bed, Zatanna." He began to move onto the bed that was wonderfull soft despite being strong enough to support his large frame and the force of his lovemaking.
 
"Nnnnnggh!!!" Zatanna's wordless cry of protest was entirely drowned out by the ripping of fabric; A gasp of despair clawed from her throat as Darkseid ripped her costume away, with a single, mighty wrenching tug! Her back arched, as she tried to writhe away from the dark god...Only managing to thrust her tempting bosom at him! Now clad solely in her panties and garters, she shuddered at the alien warmth of Darkseid's touch, the smell of brimstone filling her nostrils...

"You can't- Nnnnnngh! -Can't *do* this!" the lovely magician gasped, as Darkseid's fingers curled in the straps of her bra, wrenching it free- Revealing the blossom-pink aureole and nipples, slowly stiffening in the chill breeze...And under his pernicious attentions. Her eyes burned with mingled anger and dread, the only part of her body that could express *exactly* what she wanted to do, as the tyrant pawed her skin-

Her cheeks flushed with anger- And humiliation- Zatanna turned her head away, long hair falling over her face; She couldn't meet Darkseid's burning, crimson gaze, and tried to *will* herself to ignore it- To ignore the almost painfully intense sensations racking her form, that made her twitch and gasp, despite the cold horror of her plight.
 
Darkseid watched as Zatanna struggled against the warmth of his touch and the bitterness of his smell which he knew could be overwhelming to humans. His body was directly next to hers on the bed. He squeezed her now naked breasts and played with the pert nipples. He noticed her attempts to look away from his burning, crimson stare. This did not please him. He wanted to see her scared face as he controlled her. He grabbed her by the neck and forced her to look at him. His grasp wasn't firm but with his strength it still would feel like a choke to the helpless female.

"LOOK AT ME, WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His loud deep voice could undoubtedly be heard for miles and millions now knew exactly what was occuring in the bedchambers of the Apokolipian god.

His other hand then tore her panties and the portions of her fishnets covering them. He then placed his hand where the panties had once been. It was extremely warm and would undoubtedly leave a burn if he kept it there very long. His fingers were very close to her pussy but he did not insert them. They would have felt like a very large cock if he had considering his large size. Instead, he just let his hand linger there in anticipation of what was to come. Zatanna thrashed against his grasp but it was extremely futile. She would be his.
 
At the roar of command, Zatanna's eyes snapped open, as a forceful hand gripped her jaw in a unbreakable grip; With a sob, her slim shoulders shaking, she looked directly into Darkseid's eyes, throat working desperately, trying *very* hard to breath past the iron grip on her neck- Her lips moved soundlessly, lips parting as she took fast, shallow breaths, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.

She almost, but not quite, cried out as Darkseid ripped her panties away, so hard that her fishnets stung her skin- The lovely magician let out a whimper of protest at the *feel* of his hands on her skin, hot and cold at the same time, burning with the non-heat of entropy; Worse, her body was *responding* to him, stiffening and tensing, moving reluctantly to his touch...

Zatanna's eyes misted with furious tears as Darkseid's fingers delved between her legs, forcing her thighs apart- She shuddered, writhing at the terrible non-heat on her most secret place; Then gasped in surprise at the lack of pain, as the Master of Apokolips merely *touched* her...And kept his hand there, cupping her slit, leaving the almost-burning warmth heating her, like a slow fire...

The sorceress's teeth sank into her lips as she squirmed, intensely uncomfortable, aroused despite herself- The more she struggled, the faster his touch sank into her, spreading up and into her luscious form, making her writhe and struggle against the slow torture...
 
Darkseid enjoyed watching her struggle. His brimstone touch worked over her body stimulating it despite the awful burn it would leave on her for the next few days. He particularly enjoyed what he knew it would feel like on her pussy as he let his hand linger there. He bent down and began kissing her as well. His hot breath arousing her body. He then decided it was time and moved his body atop her.

He stayed there for a moment. His hands gripped her shoulders keeping her in place. He watched her horror aware of what was soon to come. He laughed sadistically at her fear and peril. He moved his crotch and the large granite phallus closer to her own genitalia. He let the large stone member rub against her. The warmth disguising the deathlike coldness that it would eventually deposit in her. He let the tip linger at her slit. He enjoyed the frantic way she thrashed about trying to get away in anyway possible. She had probably never feared anything more in her life. He was particularly pleased that he was about to enter a pussy that had if not fucked, at least longed for, the Batman. The meddling mortal was hated by Darkseid and taking something devoted to him made this experience even more pleasurable.

He slid his tip into her opening.
 
"N- nooo..." Zatanna's moans died away to nothing, her high heels drumming a frantic tattoo on the bed as Darkseid dropped his weight onto her, rock-hard hands gripping her slender shoulders. Each time that terrible, graven face ground against her form, she quavered in denial, even as his hot, lifeless breath- Like a gust from a furnace- washed against her, each kiss sending a sharp, almost painful spark of contact through her...

Dishevelled, her glossy hair in disarray, her lovely form primed from the god's attentions, Zatanna thrashed furiously, her legs pinned, fingernails sawing into her palms; Her struggles stilled as Darkseid gripped her, holding her in place, only her eyes betraying her mute horror! They went wide as the clenched fist of his member slid down her form, rubbing against her, until her pert buttocks lay upon the root of his mighty shaft...

"Oh, *gods*," the conjuror gasped, dreading this moment, in the grip of a terror that quite eclipsed her entire life. "Please don't- Don't put it *in* me- You can't..." She bit her lip as the head nudged against her swollen petals, almost teasing her, tormenting her with its very closeness...

Slowly, agonizingly slow, he pulled her onto his cock, chuckling in guttural pleasure as he felt himself slip into Zatanna's tight little body, that had haunted the dreams of so many men- Then, and only then, did Zatanna find the breath to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" a long, oddly modulated shriek of mingled agony and terror rippped from her throat, as Darkseid's cock drove into her, sliding into her with the merciless force of a machine- Zatanna's mouth parted, her face contorting in extreme effort as she felt herself *stretching*, beyond what she'd thought possible, feeling the heat, the terrible heat...

-Then the cold, sinking into her bones, a cold from beyond the end of the universe itself-

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Zatanna went limp, trying to twist away, tears staining her face as the dark god's shaft *drilled* into her, taking her in a single, terrible thrust; She screamed, and drew breath only to shriek again, thrashing out in frantic convulsions as the deathlike chill ate into her, her back arching like a bow...

But then she slumped back to the bed, impaled on Darkseid's shaft, unable even to scream at the burning heat, and the ravaging chill warring within her- And realising, faintly, that the sheer *intensity* was searing into her...
 
Darkseid was in her with one long good thrust. He then pistoned out of her. It was almost cruel and unusual punishment considering the large size of his cock in both length and width. She screamed and thrashed in frantic convulsions but it was no use to struggle against him. He could also tell that she was struggling with the mixed heat and cold of the situation due to his brimstone-esque cock and chilling seed that was beginning to have some effect due to his precum.

Regardless of the situation, he still enjoyed her body. Her delicate skins felt wonderful to his hard touch as his hands pressed against her naked hips using them as a guide for his thrusting. Zatanna was going to be a prized member of his harem. He could feel his orgasm building as he pumper faster and faster into her shapely body.

"You are about to be filled with the seed of Darkseid, whore. Praise him that he feigns to make love to your pathetic human body regardless of how sexy it might be. Thank him for his seed." He stated knowing the effect it was about to have on her. He could already tell she was chilling from just his precum which would pale in comparison to his actual cum. She would feel cold unlike any she had felt before and couldn't warm from. He also knew she would find it almost deathlike only with the Grim Reaper refusing to come when begged. He would have to remind his ParaDemons to keep her away from any flames the next 24 hours in fear that she would hurl her body upon them trying to escape the cold. Hell itself would feel nice in comparison. The brimstone burns on her pussy woudln't even be noticeable. She would suffer.

His seed filled her and he watched her as she went from trying to scream to being too chilled to do so. She would feel like someone was walking on her grave continually for the next day.

He kissed her and thanked her for being his receptacle and then left the room. He wondered who the next arrival would be since he wanted Zatanna to feel his coldness for the next 24 hours.
 
Writhing on the massive, merciless stone member, Zatanna's screams died to nothing, her body twisting and bucking in an obscene parody of lust- The cold was filling her, filling her up!- as she struggled to *get away*; If not for the grim god's unbreakable grip on her sleek form, she would have hurt herself, trying her damndest to be anywhere else, except here, taken by Darkseid himself...

"You are about to be filled with the seed of Darkseid, whore. Praise him that he feigns to make love to your pathetic human body regardless of how sexy it might be. Thank him for his seed."

No! the lovely magician willed, her eyes wide with primal terror; She didn't want him *in* her- The absolute chill of death was sinking into her, banishing even the *thought* of warmth! But still the torture continued, her body mercilessly ravaged- Worse, Zatanna could feel Darkseid' pace quickening, her hips twisting in just the right way to unleash his climax-

Nononononononono... her mind gibbered, making it a mantra, even as Darkseid's balls pressed up, drawing tight against the base of his monstrous cock, charging it with his seed; With a primal roar of release, he plunged her onto himself- A flare of impossible pain- his muscles pumping wave after wave of potent seed *into* her...And with it, an infinite cold like nothing she'd ever felt...

He had barely softened when he finally slid out of her, looking down on His works, and deciding that it was Good. Slumped against the bed, her body and mind ravaged, Zatanna's breasts heaved, her face grey as she shuddered- She felt nothing, nothing, except the primal ice within her, within her *guts*, chilling her from within...And the thick grey seed, drooling from between her legs-

But then, quite suddenly, Zatanna felt Darkseid's graven lips brush against her full ones, in an (oddly-gentle) kiss. "You will learn to love me yet, Zatanna," the dark god rumbled, stroking her form- And the prickling warmth of his touch eased the awful internal cold...But only for a *moment*.

Dimly, Zatanna heard the door slid open, then rumble shut again. Limp on the bed, utterly exhausted, her mind filled with nightmare, Zatanna Zatara sank into a merciful, nerveless faint.

She dreamed a little.

It was not pleasant.

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Far, far above the surface of Apokolips, in the cold darkness of space...

-Some angels fall. Others leap.

In the starry darkness of infinity, over the crimson hellglow of the planet, a single figure hovered in place. Tall and proud, her long, bare legs sheathed in glossy black leather, the girl's- For girl she was- brown curls fluttered about her, in the furnace wind of the planet below...

She was beautiful, almost divinely so, filled with the Speed of Shu, the Courage of Atu-

...But not, unfortunately, the Wisdom of Athena- For what would she be *doing* here, if she had it?

"So this is Apokolips," she said, a small, dismissive curl to her pouting lips...Her words addressed to the violet diamond hovering above one upturned palm. Within, screaming faces shifted from smoke and mist, rising and falling in silent torment...

The sun dipped across the wounded planet, catching the brillant golden emblem- The striking lightning bolt- emblazoned boldly on the girl's chest, revealing the full nightmare of the hellworld below...And, for a long time, she hesitated, floating in deep space, her fate balancing on a thread-

And finally, Mary Batson, who now went by her greater name, Mary *Marvel*, made her choice.

"I've grown beyond your lessons, Eclipso," she whispered, a faint, confident smirk creeping across her heart-shaped face. "You would use me...But I'm going to use *you*. Fair's fair- And now, let's see what the Master of Apokolips wants..."

She raised her hands, the long-sleeved black costume about her clinging to her toned, taut curves; And, with a speed that unleashed a thunderous boom, Marvy Marvel sped down toward the surface of Apokolips, soaring down entirely without fear, and bringing the sound of thunder with her...
 
Darkseid dressed and left Zatanna's sexy body in his chambers. He watched it continue to shiver. It would be a very cold night for the magician. As he left the chambers, he instructed his ParaDemons. They were to take the naked form of the woman into holding quarters and no one was to disturb her until the next night. She should be given one meal within twelve hours, but no clothing nor any bed clothes simply the cold slab of stone that was standard in each of his holding chambers.

Darkseid returned to his throne room and immediately heard the sound of thunder. He also saw a form in flight descending from the Apokolipian skies. As it approached closer, he saw that it was the young Mary Marvel. The former disciple of the wizard Shazam, Mary, had recently been corrupted by Eclipso. She was still innocent despite the arrogance of her corruption. She was powerful but not as powerful as she thought. This would be a very pleasant evening the Dark Lord of Apokolips smiled.

She landed several yards away from his throne and he watched her walk towards him. Her body looked extremely sexy in her new attire. The mini-skirt and stilleto heels really made her young sexy legs even more alluring. She was definitely powerful but arrogant to the point of weakness.

"WHAT BRINGS YOU TO THE THRONE OF APOKOLIPS, MARY MARVEL?!?!" His loud voice boomed at the unannounced entrant to his court. "SPEAK NOW OR BEAR THE WRATH OF DARKSEID!!!!!!!!"
 
Her curvy hips swaying as she walked, Mary didn't -quite- flinch at Darkseid's thunderous bellow; Where a mortal woman would've quailed, she merely hesitated, taken momentary aback...But the Courage of Amon bolstered her, and the young superheroine visibly steeled herself, her stiletto heels striking sparks off the cold stone.

She shook her long brown curls out, her lips tightening as one hand opened before her- Revealing Eclipso's shimmering violet diamond, hovering a bare inch above her open palm, struggling to break free!

"I'm on a quest," she began, her honey-sweet voice soft, then rising in volume as she gained confidence. "The old gods have abadoned m- The *world*. I seek new ones- New ways, new magic."

Mary's eyes flashed, and she struck a defiant pose, her legs tensing beneath her, one hand on her hips- The other gripping the diamond tight, almost possessively. "Eclipso tells me the Lord of Apokolips, above any other, would know. I *took* the diamond...And I'll give it to you, in return for..."

And her voice faltered, her tongue flickering nervously across her lips as she realised just how precarious her situation was- She was bearding *Darkseid* on his home ground! Even Billy never-

The thought steeled her, and Mary straightened, drawing herself up to her full height. "I want to learn, and you *will* teach me!" Her voice was a touch too arrogant, her chin rising as she spoke, defiance in her eyes- She *was* afraid, but she didn't want to show it!
 
Darkseid watched her sway her hips and walk towards him her stiletto heels striking sparks on the cold stone as she approached. His stone face grinned. She was obviously young and naive yet he saw potential in her attempts to utilize her sexual appeal.

She revealed the diamond of Eclipso to him when she opened her hand. She explained her quest and noticed how she spoke of the old gods abandonment. He noticed her catch herself in her speech and he knew she was hiding something. She was not as powerful nor as confident as she wished to appear.

Darkseid rumbled a deep laugh.

"You propose to offer that petty trinket to the great Darkseid and hope for something of significance in return. You truly do need an education in the ways of Apokolips!"

She steeled herself and continued her proposal. Her demand for instruction.

"Why should I spend a moment of my time or resources on you? What does a little girl like you have that the great Darkseid could possibly want?"

He laughed more and in a mocking condescending tone.
 
Mary swallowed, hard, at the dark god's thunderous scorn; Even with the powers of Teth-Adam, she couldn't help but feel that she was *truly* out of her depth...This far from Earth. even their voices were muted, giving her no advice, no aid. Ever seen her patron deities had fallen silent...

Worse, despite herself, Mary felt a strange, tingling shiver- Not quite fear, not quite revulsion- throb through her, as she beheld Darkseid; Like called to like, after all, and the powers within her felt...soothed...by the churning, nightmare landscape without, though a mortal woman would have long been on her knees. Her hand still clenched the diamond, hard enough for the edges to grind against her impenetratable skin, her fists balled on her hips as she thought, reaching out for the Wisdom of Mehen-

Then, quite suddenly, the answer came to her, but oh, how terrible it was! Still, she'd come this far- She couldn't possibly back down, not now! She'd given too much to get here...

And, with a deep breath, her long legs braced on the floor, Mary said, "Me."

She let the long, thoughtful silence that followed stretch, raising her head to lock eyes with Darkseid's fiery pits- For a moment, she wanted him to refuse, wanted the excuse to flee off into space again, to somewhere more pleasant than this blasted world...

But still she stood, her long brown hair buffeted by the furnace wind, her miniskirt swirling about her finely muscled thighs, waiting for the answer...
 
He watched her swallow nervous in the presence of Darkseid just as many others before her. She looked like she was about to fly away in tears. She clutched the diamond and put her hands on her hips and made her offer to him with one simple word. "Me."

"YOU!?!?!? YOU THINK THE MIGHTY DARKSEID HAS ANY USE FOR A LITTLE GIRL LIKE YOU?!?!? WHAT POSSIBLE USE COULD A LITTLE CHILD LIKE YOU HAVE TO OFFER THE MIGHTY DARKSEID?!?!?" He laughed at her meager offer hoping to demoralize the already conflicted girl. She was undoubtedly powerful but Darkseid wished to shake her confidence.

He could think of one possible use as he stared at her thighs as the wind whipped her miniskirt enticingly.

"Tell me in detail how a little girl like you could serve the great Darkseid."
 
Mary shivered again, the lovely superheroine's heart skipping a beat at the thunderous laughter of Darkseid- But still, she could hear the vaguest note of interest in the Master of Apokolip's voice, his burning red gaze crawling along her enticing form, tracing up her legs as the wind billowed about her...

-And she knew what he wanted. Even Eclipso knew what he wanted, if she wasn't going to chicken out now...Again, she so desperately wanted to fly away, even knowing it would solve nothing...Even her Wisdom was urging her to flee, flee back to Earth, and find some way to get rid of her tainted powers...

I'm *sick* of everyone telling me what to do. she thought, a trifle petulantly- That sent a little flicker of defiance up in her, and Mary steeled herself, mustering up all her arrogance-

"Serve?" She folded her arms, across the lightning-bolt insignia of her chest- She wasn't going to *beg*, after all! "No. But rule *besides*?" *Then* her eyes sparkled, with the light of mingled fear and challenge, scarcely believing what *she* was proposing...

"I see that you have many servants, mighty Darkseid. Why would you need one more?" Slowly, she took a long stride forward, then another, listening to the voices urging her, guiding her on...And that quiet little voice, beneath her 'good-girl' upbringing, telling her to do exactly what she wanted...

"-But to have one with you *willingly*, to serve you as only a w...woman can...That *is* something of worth, isn't it?"
 
Darkseid listened to her attempts at confidence.

"HALT!!!!!!" He screamed at her approaching form. "Darkseid shares power with NO ONE!!! Nor does any rule beside him!!!!!"

He arose from his throne and walked towards her. When he reached her he backhanded her across the face sending her reeling for several yards and stumbling from her feet. He walked towards her fallen form.

"BOW!!! Bow before your Master Darkseid! Bow and profess your undying devotion to his deity. Submit yourself to his will!"

His eyes glared red as he was prepared to unleash his Omega Blast should she refuse to comply. Darkseid did not tolerate such presumption in his court. Humiliation would be the least of her consequences for such an act.
 
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