The Arkham Project: Zatanna Sinks Deeper

Entering the doctor’s office Zatanna folded her tuxedo jacket on a chair and removed her top hat. She nodded at the doctor who was seated behind his large wooden desk finishing up some paperwork. He nodded back, watching her as she next removed her short skirt and the white button up shirt that had been under her jacket. Her bra and panties were next off, but the doctor stood when she went to take off the fishnet stockings that was part of her costume both on stage and when fighting crime.

“Leave them on. I’m sure you can relax just as well with them,” he said, gesturing to a seat. The magician sat down as the doctor went back to his desk and picked up a gold pocket watch.

“After our last discussion, I used my resources to find this. It’s the watch used by Mesmer to induce the first trance. It belonged to Houdini, it is very old and very powerful,” Doctor Hugo Strange said. It was, in reality just a plain gold pocket watch. Pricey, but not magical. However the magician was a woman of magic and believed in that kind of stuff, that belief made it powerful. Particularly when she was going to do something for him.

“Cast the spell Zatanna,” he said.

She took the watch in her hand and said, “Yebo.”

The watch glowed. Hugo Strange took it back as the glow faded.

He held it up before her eyes, “It was already magical, old and historic. Now it’s even more powerful, absorbing your magic to make it a tool of complete obedience. Just watching it, swing and sway now wipes your mind clear.”

“It makes you mine,” he said.

Zatanna felt it, her mind clearing and going blank. A part of her knew she was being used, turned into a tool but that was a very distant and quiet part of her mind that grew further away and quieter with each swing of the watch. Her mind was no longer her own and had not been for weeks now. The brainwashing deepened her daily, and these regular appointments with Doctor Hugo Strange to help her to relax, only made her more of an obedient slave.

“It feels good to obey,” Strange said.

“It feels good to obey,” Zatanna repeated.

“You want your friends to feel good,” Strange said, “they need to feel this good. To not worry, to relax just like you.”

Already she had brought in Batgirl, who was now seeing the doctor twice a week to help her relax from being stressed out about college and being a hero. The project needed more subjects, and to start getting more powerful heroes. Zatanna would help, the programming and training that she was being given would make her a perfect mind controller.

“Doctor Hugo Strange knows best,” he whispered, allowing a greedy caress of her breasts.

Her eyes followed the watch, falling under its spell and losing the last bits of herself.