Danica Pt. 02

Danica sat back with a sigh, beads of sweat glistening on her body. After a moment of recovery, she carefully examined the item. Satisfied it was perfect in every detail to her vision, she took it to the kiln to fire. She spoke the words of command that ensured the kiln kept exactly the right temperature, and stayed on for exactly the right amount of time, and then went to her bed, collapsing into an exhausted slumber.

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Danica ate, quickly bathed when she awoke, and then went to her lab, going immediately to the kiln. The item had fired perfectly. The firing had caused no cracks, air bubbles, or other imperfections. It was exactly as she had made it, but now solid and able to be handled more readily. Danica stretched, and sat the piece down on the table. Working with tiny brushes, she began the task of glazing it.

Another three days passed, before she finished. Already the object before her looked almost alive. It looked even more so when the firing was done, and it emerged from the kiln with the colors brought to vibrant life.

Danica smiled wide, pleased with her creation. She then centered her mind, meditating into a deep sense of calm purpose, and began the spell casting -- the final enchantments that would bring her magical item to life.

She completed her spell casting in the wee hours of the morning, watching with anxious anticipation, as the magical glow settled around the disembodied cock, and was absorbed by it.

Danica immediately felt her strength drain completely from her. She staggered, her vision going black to the bed and collapsed upon it.

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Danica awoke late in the afternoon. She was aching, and her robes stank of sweat from her difficult castings, and sleeping in them. She stripped them off and got into the tub. As she bathed, the stiffness and aches left her in the warm, steaming water. While she washed, she felt desire burning within her body again -- a need for satisfaction that her passion for creation had supplanted for so long now.

Danica finished bathing, barely resisting the urge to pleasure herself. She dried her body with a towel and walked nude to the laboratory. She gently picked up her crafting, carried it back into her room, and lay down on the bed. Now was the moment of truth. In moments, she would know if she had succeeded or failed.

Danica spoke the word of command with confidence -- with power. She felt the cock grow softer in her hand, and felt it take on the texture of flesh. The toy grew warm, and throbbed just like a real cock. Danica shuddered in a mixture of joy and desire as she realized she had succeeded.

She spread her legs, slipping the head of the cock between them, and then spoke another word of command. The tip of the toy started to slowly rotate between her labia. Danica could see the thin strip on top of the shaft fluttering as the wings of a humming bird did. She felt the shaft hum in her hands -- a gentle vibration that sent waves of pleasure shooting through her like electricity. Danica took a deep breath, and then slowly slid the magical cock into her depths.

When the toy was fully buried within her, the fluttering tongue atop the shaft slid over her hood, and set her clit on fire with pleasure. The nub on bottom of the shaft slid slightly into the iris of her ass, vibrating and making her gasp.

She twisted the shaft to pump it in and out of her, moaning in the ecstasy of her success and the intense sensations her unique toy was giving her. She thrust it in and out more rapidly as the fires built inside her.

The tongue atop the toy beat a rapid tattoo on her clit every time the shaft drove home. The phallic nub on the bottom was now sliding its full two inches into her ass when the cock was buried inside her as well. The whole thing hummed with vibrations and rotated inside her, teasing the bundle of nerves behind her mound with each revolution. Her body suddenly exploded in a rush of release as she came hard.

The magical cock throbbed intensely as Danica came, and she felt it shoot hot, sticky cum deep inside her. She gasped out the words that caused it to cease vibrating, and the tongue to stop flickering. The sensations were too intense in her current state of sensitivity. She continued to stroke the toy inside her as she settled back down to earth, and then let it slip from her to lie throbbing on the bed beside her.

"Sleep," she commanded the item, and it returned to its hard-fired clay form.

"Hide," she ordered next, and it shrank down to be barely a finger's length. Danica smiled, as she knew now that every tiny bit of her enchantments had held perfectly. She put the item over on the bedside table and drifted in the warm afterglow of her orgasm.

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Danica already knew what her next creation would be. Her first success gave her the confidence to undertake a second project -- a present for Celes. She was not ready to begin her research today, though. She needed some time to relax.

Zoraster walked in, and Danica scowled inwardly at the interruption which probably signaled some new task for her. She sat down heavily in a chair, composing herself and looked at him with indifference.

"Follow me Danica. I have something to show you. I think you will find it most..." He paused and let out a mocking chuckle. "Interesting." The Archmage then walked to the door and held it open for Danica.

Danica followed, wondering what the madman wanted to show her. He walked through the halls, with a quick, confident stride, and Danica found she had to walk very quickly to keep up with him. He reached a door along one of the halls of private chambers and opened it, beckoning Danica inside.

There was a large bed against the wall in the corner. A gauzy curtain hung around it. Danica could hear moaning and gasps of pleasure coming from the bed, and could see the intertwined forms of several people -- at least two of them women -- through the gauze.

Zoraster laughed and said, "They take care of each other's needs, when left alone." He then clapped his hands twice, in quick succession. The sounds from behind the curtain ceased, immediately.

"Danira -- come, my little rose," Zoraster ordered.

The curtain parted on the side, and Danica stared, her mouth agape. Walking across the room, she saw herself. The woman was identical to her in every way, but naked with wetness glistening on her labia. The duplicate's hips swayed sexily, just as Danica's did when she put her mind to it.

"I have watched your experiments with great interest -- and watched your success with much pleasure. I have been performing my own experiments, as well. My field of choice is cloning, and Danira here is one of the fruits of that research. Quite naturally, she is a clone of you, little rose, her body perfect in every detail. Her mind is perfect as well. The amulet you wear absorbs any intense emotions and feelings you have, and records them. When I touched my amulet to yours, what was stored was transferred to mine. I then carefully picked out what I wanted, and eliminated the rest. The result is Danira here," Zoraster said, and ran one finger down the clone's body, drawing a shudder from it.

"She understands, and obeys commands quite well. Desire burns within her like a wildfire. The distilled, and undiluted desire you have at your peak is hers at all times. Her mind is quite limited, otherwise. She is able to feed, and clean herself, and knows a few useful words like: more, harder, faster..." Zoraster explained and then laughed in an explosive blast.

"You... You sick bastard," Danica muttered -- horrified by the nearly mindless copy of her which was nothing more than a sex toy.

"Pee my dear," Zoraster commanded.

Danira closed her eyes, loosing her golden stream to splash onto the floor.

Zoraster reached out his hand, and tasted her essence with a shudder. "As I said, she obeys quite well. Sit," he ordered and pointed to a chair across the room. Danira walked over and sat down, her hand slipping between her legs to caress her folds as she sat.

Danica tore her eyes away from the twisted clone of her, when Zoraster spoke again.

"Danila, come here, my little rose."

Yet another clone of Danica stepped from the curtains. This one appeared to be an exact duplicate of the other at first glance, and then Danica noticed the differences. Danila's breasts were larger, looking heavy and swollen. As the copy moved closer, Danica noticed milk seeping slowly from the clone's nipples.

"You might be interested to know that your barrenness is not a curse that is yours due to your parentage. It has been caused by something, or is at the least, not absolute," Zoraster declared, as the clone that he had named Danila approached to stand before them.

"I was curious as to how much pleasure the female body could endure. I had sweet Danila here walk into the main Festhall of a great barbarian tribes gathering, in a faraway land. She was quite nude, and hopped up on the table presenting herself to the Chief of Chieftains, as his dessert. He -- and all his warriors -- were most happy to partake," Zoraster said with a laugh.

"At least one hundred-fifty men took her that day, not to mention the number who filled her mouth and ass. She took them all with pleasure, though she yelped a bit in pain through the last score or so. When I realized my little toy was with child, I was anxious to see the results of a created being giving birth. Unfortunately, it was stillborn premature, perhaps a result of my using magic to accelerate its development. I attempted to stimulate her to produce milk, by having a lamb suckle her several times daily. That experiment was a complete success. She is a veritable fountain of sweet mother's milk now," Zoraster said, and leaned forward. He squeezed Danila's areole, pressing his fingers into the clone's breast, and shot streams of her milk into his mouth. The Archmage smiled as he rolled the liquid about in his mouth.

"Sit," Zoraster ordered the copy, and it went to join the clone named Danira at the side of the room.

"Damika, come, my dear," Zoraster said, and the curtains parted again. The woman who strode toward them this time appeared much the same as the others. She wore an amulet around her neck, but otherwise looked little different.

"Damika was a bit of a challenge. I took rather careful pains with her as I was aging her to fruitful womanhood. It took very careful spell casting to keep her spread wide open, as she matured. You see -- Damika is the toy of the man who quite nearly split you in half, and killed you, when you first arrived. I fear most men would be hard pressed to hit more than one of her walls at once."

Zoraster chuckled before continuing, "The amulet around her neck pours healing energy through her body, whenever she is aroused. It prevents his enormous member from doing any permanent damage. The man's strength will now serve me until the end of his days, without complaint, as I have provided him a woman to sport with that he doesn't have to worry about accidentally splitting in half, every time he takes her." Zoraster loosed yet another sadistic laugh and ordered Damika to sit.

Danica could see one more form behind the curtain on the bed, and wondered how many copies of her the twisted madman had made. She felt her stomach roiling with sickness at the debauchery of the man's whims.

"Danielle, my dear, come here," Zoraster cooed.

Danica's eyes filled with tears as the final clone stepped forth from the curtains. It was Danica as she had been while straddling the line between girl and woman. Fine, downy hair covered her mound, and her breasts were not quite in Danica's full flower of womanhood. She smiled, and skipped toward Danica, and Zoraster with a wide smile on her face.

"Danielle is quite popular," Zoraster said with an evil grin, "She is the combination of your grown woman's lust, and an inexperienced young woman's timidity, curiosity, and untouched body. The ring she wears restores her maidenhead, an hour or so after it is broken. Little Danielle here loses her virginity several times daily."

Danica's mind shut down. The horror of seeing the last of Zoraster's twisted creations caused blackness to overcome her, and she knew no more.

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You may find later chapters have some flubs and grammar issues, until I finish posting all the edits. Look for the note at the beginning of each chapter about my editor, Roust, and that will let you know whether the chapter is newly edited.

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