Danica Pt. 12

She cried for a long time before she managed to recover her wits.

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Once again, Danica found no instructions left for her the next day. She returned to her work, attempting to forget the last nightmare Zoraster had forced her to live. The clones sickened her, and knowing that Zoraster had forced her to have sex with them made her stomach churn.

The image of Zoraster violating Danielle particularly disturbed her. It was as if he was going back in time, taking revenge on Danica for her transgressions in the past – stealing her innocence before her very eyes.

Danica worked tirelessly, pushing the memories from her mind with the intense concentration necessary to enchant her new toy. She was nearly done when evening drew near, but exhaustion overcame her. She had no choice but to abandon her efforts and collapse in her bed.

The next morning, Celes returned. Danica told her friend about her task to serve Marlena in the same capacity as Celes had served her, drawing looks of pity and comforting touches from the woman as she spoke. Then the memories of Zoraster’s reminder surged within Danica.

She sobbed uncontrollably, but managed to choke out enough of the story for Celes to understand what had happened.

"He's a sick bastard," Celes said with a note of anger in her voice. "Dear, he's using it against you. That's how he keeps your soul stifled – weakened so that you can never hope to break free, no matter how strong you become. I'm starting to realize the holds he has on me as well. I had almost nothing but time for contemplation in my own task. I spent most of it simply watching a place, so there was little else to do but think."

"It's just so... So... It's like there wasn't enough of me to violate, so he was forced to make more of me to handle the depth of his perversions. He's tainted them, turned them into..." Danica tried to explain.

"That's where you're wrong. Danica, you have to remember, they aren't people. They aren't you. They have your body. They have the fragmented pieces of your thoughts and feelings Zoraster wants them to have, but they don't have your soul. They don't have real feelings or thoughts. They're more akin to the magic items you create in your lab than they are to real people."

Danica thought about it for a moment, "I know what you're saying. In a way, I know it's the truth. It's so hard – they're so real."

"I know, Dearie. You have to force yourself to not give in to his traps. How do you see me?" Celes asked, suddenly changing the subject.

The question took Danica off guard. "What do you mean, Celes?"

"I mean, how do you see me? I've seen the way you look at me sometimes now. There's something different," Celes explained.

"I see the illusion. It's complicated, but I see you as you should be. I’ve made so much effort to do it that when you are near for any length of time, it's automatic. I have to concentrate to see you as you actually are instead of as you should be most times." Danica explained, blushing a little.

Celes sat in stunned silence for a short time. "How? What do I look like?" Celes asked.

"There's more to it, but it's simply a facet of the second sight. If you’ll let me, I can show you."

Celes stiffened for a moment, and then almost imperceptibly nodded her head.

Danica closed her eyes and cast a spell, one that allowed the caster to send images from their minds to people they knew. The magic was supposed to send simple messages to others over great distances, when other magical means were insufficient or impossible. As near as the two were, the spell would last a long time and be very clear.

The magic was really nothing more than a cover, however. Danica let the magic drain away from her even as she activated it. She kept just enough of her concentration on the spell to keep it working, in case anyone was watching, but used her own, much stronger, mental powers to send the image to Celes. Danica’s thoughts revealed to her friend exactly what she saw in real time.

"Oh my," Celes gasped when the image appeared in her mind, moving exactly as she moved. Celes reached up, placing her hands where she saw full, firm breasts in her mind. She sighed when she felt the sagging reality.

"I'm sorry," Danica said, breaking the mental contact.

"It's alright. It's one of the things I have to face, and it explains much." Celes’ eyes then grew distant.

A very strong and very direct thought from Celes then startled Danica. Celes’ voice asked, Danica?

Yes, Danica answered silently after a slight, worried hesitation.

Gods... Celes thought to Danica. That explains how you went beyond the abilities of that spell you cast. You're Psionic?

Danica answered her, Yes, I only discovered it since I've been here.

Aloud, Celes said, "It's no matter. It's a pretty picture, but the reality is still there." In her mind, Celes asked, How strong are you? What can you do?

"Would you like to join me in the lab? I'm about to finish something I've been working on," Danica said aloud.

Celes nodded. They both walked to the lab and sat down. As Danica uncovered her work, she framed images of her using her powers and sent those images to Celes.

Gods, dear. Such power – so strong in mental disciplines and in Art. Never – ever – let Zoraster discover these powers. He would surely feeblemind you. He fears Psionics, though he masks it in hate, Celes mind spoke

Celes then noticed Danica’s toy and her eyebrows rose in genuine curiosity. "Now, what are we working on here?" She asked with a crooked grin.

I understand, Danica answered silently. Then she said aloud, "A new toy. If it works, it's made to stimulate those deep, overwhelming orgasms that happen when you leave your bud out of the play."

My mother was Psionic. She mind spoke as often as she spoke aloud. I'm quite receptive to mind speech, and better able than most to think back my words to a sensitive. We can talk like this near any time, and it could be something useful, Celes mentally explained. "Well, let's see if we can finish your work," Celes then said aloud.

Danica sent back a wordless, acknowledging thought, bringing a smile filled with memories to Celes’ face. Danica caught a few of those memories of a beautiful woman – Celes' mother – and the love Celes had for her.

They turned to Danica's toy then, and gathered what they would need for the final enchantments. By midday, they were prepared for the final spell. Celes cast the spell of joining, allowing her to cast the spell simultaneously with Danica and pour her magical power into the item as well. They spoke the words of the spell, and the glow of enchantment surrounded Danica's new toy.

They held their breath as the powerful aura of magic hovered around the item, then slowly seeped into the toy. When the glow vanished, Danica looked at Celes and smiled as she picked up her new toy.

She spoke the word of command to bring the toy to life. It instantly grew warm and pliable in her hands. She flicked the thin probe for her ass with her finger, finding it extremely soft.

Another command caused the toy to hum and vibrate. Its fingers moved in a slow circle, vibrating gently. The ribbed sheath on the shaft spun slowly around it, while the thin probe below vibrated. The large shaft stroked in and out of the toy, and as Danica pressed on a pearl set in the handle, all the toy’s actions sped up and the vibrations intensified.

Danica smiled and spoke a word to turn off the toy’s actions, leaving it in its soft form, however. Her body ached to try it.

Celes said, "Go on – see if it's the wonder you crafted it to be," and shooed Danica out of the lab with a gesture.

Danica stood and walked toward the door. When Celes stood up and followed her, Danica looked at her friend with a mixture of surprise, arousal, and concern on her face. She knew how Celes felt, and knew that watching would be hard for her to endure.

"Go on, Dear. It's time I started fighting the bonds Zoraster has on my soul as well," Celes said, and then swallowed hard, smiling and gesturing for Danica to continue on out of the lab.

Danica walked through the door and to the bed. She shrugged off her robe, brassiere, and panties. Celes took a seat in a nearby chair, raising her eyebrows in apparent curiosity when she saw Danica's brassiere.

Danica lay down and took a deep breath. She saw Celes stiffen slightly when she parted her legs wide and brought the toy down toward her aching need.

She slowly slid the finger of the toy inside her, guiding the curve up to her special spot and shuddering when it touched. At the same time, she guided the thin probe into the iris of her ass. It fit exactly as she had designed it to.

Danica spoke the word of command and gasped when the toy sprang to life. The soft fingers rubbed against the little bundle of nerves deep inside her, sending vibrations into her that caused her body to quiver. The shaft stroked her wet depths slowly, while the probe in her ass vibrated. The sheath around the shaft rubbed over her labia, gentle vibrations from the other parts of the toy passing through it as well.

Danica soon lost track of reality in the pleasure the toy gave her. She changed the angle every so often, causing the shaft to hit higher, then lower, and then to the left. The fingers and probe both stayed where they should. She unconsciously pressed a little harder on the pearl set in the handle, and the toy's power increased.

Danica writhed, rocking her hips on the bed as the fires within her slowly built. The orgasm slowly drawing closer inside Danica felt like a coiled spring compressing tighter with each and every moment.

It was nearly ten minutes later when Danica reached the point of no return. She pressed hard on the little pearl button, harder than necessary to cause it to offer its full power. The shaft pumping into her depths stroked hard and fast. The fingers deep inside her drew quick circles and vibrated relentlessly. The sheath spun and made her labia tingle. The probe in her ass sent jolts of pleasure up her spine.

Then she exploded. A rush of juices erupted from her. It soaked her hands, the toy, and the bed. Then another hard squirt erupted from her, further soaking her. Her finger slipped off the pearl button as she bucked and screamed in orgasm. She rolled over and curled up, another squirt of her cum erupting from her at the same moment.

She continued to cry out as the orgasm refused to let go of her. She finally managed to gasp out the word to stop the toy from vibrating, and then continued to writhe through the waves of orgasm shooting through her body.

Long seconds passed before Danica recovered enough to slide the toy from her tightly clenched muscles. The friction set off another wave of orgasm and caused her to scream again.

The aftershocks eventually died down enough to let Danica roll back over, panting for breath. She found Celes standing next to the bed.

"Are you alright dear?" Celes asked.

"Oh – d-dear gods," Danica gasped out and shivered as another jolt of orgasmic energy passed through her.

Celes laughed, "I'll take that as a yes."

Danica nodded her head and moaned, "Mmm hmm." She then picked up the toy and shakily sat up against the headboard of the bed.

She looked up into Celes' eyes then, those beautiful haunting eyes she saw as they should be. "Would you like to try it?" She asked.

Celes stiffened and didn't answer. Her breath caught in her throat, and she licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue. Danica held out the toy toward Celes. Celes' raised her hand slowly – haltingly – and then she took the toy from Danica's hand.

Danica managed to summon the coordination to slide off the opposite side of the bed, pulling Celes toward the bed as she did so. Celes slowly sat down on the bed, staring at the toy, her face an unreadable mask. Danica collapsed into the chair Celes had sat in.

Celes' face turned into a mask of resolve. She lay back and hiked up her robes, pulling off her panties. Danica suppressed a gasp, seeing the beautiful woman's sex revealed to her in the illusion Danica saw.

Celes slid the toy inside her, closing her eyes as she did so. She then activated the magic and loudly gasped as the toy came to life.

Danica traced slow circles on her clit as Celes quivered under the toy's attention. Danica's breathed just as hard from watching Celes as Celes' did from the intense power of the toy's stimulation.

Danica loudly gasped when Celes came. Celes cried out, and three short streams of her juices shot from her, mingling with Danica's on the bed. Danica shuddered with her friend as the powerful orgasm rocked Celes' body.

As Celes slowly spiraled back to Earth, Danica rose from the chair and walked to the bed. She ached for someone to touch her – now. She climbed up on the bed and swung one leg over Celes.

"Dearie? Wha..." Celes gasped, but she never completed the question. Danica lowered her wet heat to the woman's face.

Celes stiffened, but only for a moment. Her tongue snaked out and touched Danica's wet lips with just the tip.

Danica felt an intense shudder rock the body of the woman beneath her, and then Celes released her repressed desire.

Danica squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and moaned as Celes hungrily lapped and sucked her. Her eyelids closed and fluttered as Celes teased every part of her with expert precision. Danica had felt many people – both men and women – lapping her, but they paled in comparison to Celes' skill.

Danica came with a loud scream a few moments later. Her whole body stiffened, and then quaked uncontrollably as her orgasm took hold of her. A flood of her cum washed over Celes' face. Celes gasped and tongued for more as Danica continued to come.

It took Danica a few seconds to summon up enough coordination to lift her leg and pull away from Celes' face. Celes was crying – her tears mixing with Danica's cum on her face.

"Celes... I..." Danica stammered.

"It's been so long," Celes said and choked back a sob. She then shuddered and said, "Thank you, Danica," and licked her lips, causing another shudder to rock her body.

Celes sat up, still choking back tears, and pulled down the hem of her robe. She stuffed her panties into a pocket and said, "I need to be alone for a while. I'm fine – it’s just been so long. I'm sorry I'm so emotional."

Danica put her hand on her friend’s face and smiled. Touching Celes' wrinkled skin caused the image in Danica's vision to fail. The way she saw Celes was essentially an illusion, and touching reality caused it to fade. Only her tapping of the mental image in Celes' mind allowed her to keep the illusion in her sight at all.

Celes left, turning to smile at Danica once more before closing the door behind her. Danica sighed and spoke the words of command to deactivate her new toy. She put it in a drawer of the bedside table and lay on the bed lost in thought for a time, aftershocks from her orgasm still shaking her every so often.

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Zoraster called Danica to her duty the next morning. She went to the viewing room, and saw that Camilla was already in Marlena’s room. Anger flooded through Danica so strong that she felt her ears burning hot.

Camilla touched Marlena and spoke in a low sultry voice. Danica couldn't quite make out what Camilla was saying, but when Camilla reached down and laid her hand over Marlena's nether lips, Marlena's reply sounded out loud and clear.

"Get your hands off of me, you sick bitch!" Marlena screamed and slapped Camilla.

Danica smiled, but only for a moment. Zoraster almost immediately entered the room, appearing as if summoned by the sound of the smack.

"Ah, little Marlena – you disappoint me. I had hoped your mind was less restricted as to be held back by the taboos the world puts upon you," Zoraster said.

Camilla growled and raised her arm to strike Marlena, but the blow never fell. Zoraster gestured and Camilla's hand froze in mid strike. She struggled, but couldn’t finish the blow.

"Leave, Camilla. Your part here is finished," Zoraster ordered in dismissive tones.

Camilla growled, but obeyed when Zoraster released her from his spell binding. She left the room with one last scowl at both Zoraster and the woman on the bed who had spurned her.

"Of course, you must realize that you couldn't have broken my spell over you. The truth is there was no spell over you. You were drugged to lessen your inhibitions occasionally as I tested your limits, but every desire, every need, every orgasm has been yours – and yours alone."

Danica remembered all too well how she felt when Zoraster revealed the very same thing to her. She could see in Marlena's face that the same feelings were drowning Marlena now.

I had hoped you might prove useful to me, as others have," Zoraster said and glanced back at the wall Danica watched through. "I hoped you might serve me in your punishment. I see now you are too set in the conventions of the world, and thus will be useless to me in that capacity. You will, however, still be punished. That should provide amusement for me at the least."

Zoraster gestured and Marlena suddenly stiffened straight out, her hands at her sides and her eyes staring at the ceiling. Danica felt her body stir at the sight of Marlena's breasts, the nipples hard, pointing toward the ceiling.

Zoraster spoke words of dark magic, and Danica felt her skin crawling as the madman wove his spell over Marlena. Danica knew the Art, and she could recognize from the flow of the words and gestures that the spell Zoraster was casting would affect both the woman's conscious and unconscious mind. It would leave her utterly under Zoraster's control unless she broke free of the spell.

Zoraster uttered the last words of the spell and Marlena went limp, her breath blasting from her lips in gasps.

"Now, my magic wraps around you in fact, instead of fiction. Your body now obeys me, as shall certain parts of your mind. The rest I leave to you. Such shall be your punishment, and my enjoyment.” Zoraster turned toward the wall where Danica watched and summoned her, “Danica.”

The madman gestured and Danica stood, knowing he meant for her to enter the room. Danica left the viewing room and then entered the room with Zoraster and Marlena.

"Usually, little rose, your escapades entertain me. What you did with Celes did not. If it ever happens again, I will visit a curse upon her that will make the curse upon her now seem as if it is nothing. Is that understood?" Zoraster moved his face within an inch of Danica's and scowled as he spoke.

The level of Zoraster’s anger startled Danica, and she only managed to utter, "I understand."

"Good," Zoraster responded, and then turned to Marlena. "You have begun to think of Danica as a possible friend and ally in your imprisonment here, haven't you? Answer."

"Yes," Marlena replied and her face betrayed her surprise, revealing that she had answered against her will.

Zoraster laughed, the wicked horrible laugh that signaled his most twisted desires were surfacing. "Yes, you see now the depth of my control – or so you think. Now you shall have evidence of the true depth of my control. Danica, undress."

Danica disrobed. Still somewhat stunned by the display of anger against her when she entered, she didn't even hesitate or really consider what she was doing.

"Danica here is not under my spell. She obeys because she is apparently a great deal more intelligent than you." Zoraster pulled a chair near the bed as he spoke and sat down.