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The magical threads latched onto Nightwing's wrists. The magic locked to his body, coursing through his veins. Despite his best struggles, the magic took over. He took his mask off his face, exposing his identity as Dick Grayson. But it didn't stop there. His body would not stop until it removed every piece of clothing on his muscular frame. the spandex was shucked off, tight muscles taking in the, damp air of the underground chamber. 

The wicked hoisted him up into the air and started his humiliating punishment. 

"Ugh. W-wait. W-what are you oooh!" his cries filled the air as pleasure took over. He endured, body tightening as sweat dripped down his muscles. 

How long had it been? Hours? Days? He didn't know. Dick Grayson only knew one thing and that was the pleasure of being someone's puppet.