Danica Pt. 05

Francine forcefully pushed Danica backwards while climbing up on the bed at the same time. She swung her leg over Danica and squatted over the redhead's face -- facing Danica's feet.

Danica reached up and parted the woman's labia as Francine lowered her sex to Danica's waiting mouth. Danica stabbed her tongue in deep and felt wetness dripping onto her face.

"That's it, little whore. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. I want you to get all my come in your pretty little whore's face." Francine brought the flail down on Danica's mound when she finished speaking.

Danica parted her legs after the first stroke and wriggled her tongue over the length of Francine's folds, pausing occasionally to suck on them. The flail fell in measured strokes -- sometimes on Danica's nether lips, and sometimes on her breasts.

The brunette's breaths exploded from her in gasps, and she wiggled her hips to rub her wetness into Danica's face. "Suck my clit like a little cock. Make me come all over your face, you little bitch."

Danica parted Francine's puffy outer lips, exposing her hood. She then used her tongue to worm up under the sheathe, and managed to lock her lips around the tiny swollen bud beneath.

Francine's gasps mixed with growls as Danica sucked her clit hard. Danica alternated between flicking Francine's button with her tongue and rolling it back and forth. The brunette yelped under the ministrations of Danica's tongue, and the flail snapped down more rapidly by the moment.

Danica kept sucking. Her arms, fingers, and neck were aching from the uncomfortable position, but she kept suckling the woman's throbbing bud. Suddenly, the lash fell limp against Danica's body, and she felt fingers grab her nipples to pinch and pull them. Francine pressed her sex hard against Danica's mouth and erupted in a high-pitched moan.

Squealing from the pain of her pulled nipples around the woman's clit, Danica felt a warm gush of wetness running over her face. She unlocked her lips from Francine's clit and lapped up the flow of juices. The brunette had not actually squirted, but a steady flow of warm, sweet cum ran from her to fill Danica's mouth. Danica had to swallow at one point when her mouth filled up so much that it threatened to choke her.

Francine continued to grind her sex into Danica's face until her orgasm played out. She then pulled away from Danica's face and climbed off the bed. Danica moaned in delight and used her fingers to pull the woman's juices into her mouth. She could see the warm, rosy glow of her breasts -- especially her nipples -- and similar evidence of the flail's strikes between her legs.

Walking to the foot of the bed, the tawny-haired mistress stroked the handle of her flail, and Danica found her eyes drawn to it. It was made of smooth wood -- shining with shellac -- and shaped as several balls joined end to end. The wooden handle was about as long as Danica's forearm, and around two fingers thick.

Francine smacked the handle against her palm and sneered, "You want your pussy fucked, little whore? I'll fuck your pussy for you, you tramp." She then stepped forward and forced the handle into Danica's depths.

The balls of the handle pulled Danica's labia inward as they slid inside her. The sensation made Danica's quiver, and she let out a little warbling yelp as it penetrated her.

Danica felt the leather at the other end of the handle touch her lips, and then it slid outward again. Each little ball tugged at her labia as the wooden shaft slipped from her.

Francine stroked the handle of the whip in and out of Danica rapidly. Danica could hear Rose coming again -- she'd dimly noticed it several times as she lapped Francine's folds.

Danica gasped and looked into the brunette's eyes as Francine leaned down to flick her tongue over Danica's wet heat while she continued to stroke the flail handle deep into Danica's canal.

The popping sensation of her labia from the wooden handle, combined with its rapid stroking of her depths, and the other woman's tongue teasing her clit stoked Danica's fires to a white-hot intensity. She came with a loud scream a few moments later, writhing and bucking as Francine continued her relentless assault. Danica's climax grabbed hold of her and twisted her wherever it chose.

Danica's wild movements eventually bucked the other woman away from her. Danica felt the flail handle slide from inside her, which set off another wave of orgasmic energy. Danica snapped her legs together and curled up into a ball to quiver through the shocks of ecstasy.

The dominant woman slid into the bed beside Danica, kissing her face as she shuddered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. At last, Danica was able to uncurl her body to lie back gasping on the bed.

Once again, Danica heard Rose coming in the next room. The blonde's scream was loud and quavering, hinting at discomfort mixed with intense pleasure.

"Come -- let us go to my husband," Francine said and sat up, offering her hand to Danica.

Danica accepted it and slipped out of the bed. Her legs wobbled for a moment, and she had to lean against the other woman. The weakness subsided quickly, and Danica followed Francine into the other room.

There was another bed here, and Rose was lying on it. The woman's hands were both covering her sex as she writhed on the bed, gasping.

A very handsome, muscular man knelt on the foot of the bed in front of Rose. The only hair on his body was on his head, everything else appeared shaved baby-smooth. He watched the twitching woman on the bed with a wide smile. His long, thick cock was coated in milky wetness -- and quite hard.

Rose at last stilled and opened her eyes. Though she still gasped for breath, she was beginning to recover from her latest climax.

The man on the bed smiled wider and asked, "More?" He grasped his manhood in his hand and pointed it toward Rose.

Rose's hands clamped tight over her loins. "No more. Dear gods, I feel like I've been split in half. My insides are so knotted up and contracted, I wonder if they'll ever relax," she gasped.

The big man frowned a bit. "Okay," he said sadly and climbed down from the bed. He noticed his wife when he turned. He walked over and kissed her deeply. "Rose felt very good. I made her feel really good too. She don't want no more right now, though. This pretty lady come to lay with me too?" He asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yes, Dear, Danica wants to lay with you too. Then I want to lay with you. But we must get Rose to the bath first."

"Okay," the big man responded. "I go get myself a drink and food," he remarked and left the room.

"My husband is not the smartest man in the world, but he's handsome, strong, affectionate, thoughtful, and a hard worker. There's no way I could ever keep him satisfied myself, so I share him with lucky women. The tests satisfy some of my own fetishes as well."

"Some?" Danica asked with a smile.

The woman smiled back just as mischievously. "Well, all -- but there are too many to get around to in a single day. Let's help Rose." Turning to the blonde, Francine said, "Rose, Dear, let us help you to a bath."

Rose sat up, uncaring that she was naked and being helped up by two equally nude women. "How long can he go? I can't even count the number of times, and still he is hard and wanting more. Dear gods..."

"I've never seen him lose control," Francine answered as she and Danica helped the blonde rise. "He goes as long as he wants, until I tell him to let go. He loves to pleasure women, and hates for it to end by him coming. It takes hours for him to get hard again afterwards."

"Dear gods," Rose gasped again as she made it to her feet.

The dark-haired mistress helped Rose walk toward a door. The blonde woman's legs wobbled beneath her and her juices ran down her legs as she walked. Looking over her shoulder, Francine suggested, "Danica, you'll want to change the bedclothes. There are fresh ones beneath the bed. I'll get Rose into the bath."

Danica looked at the enormous wet spot on the bed and agreed with the suggestion. She then knelt down and retrieved a bundle of identical bedclothes neatly tied with a piece of twine -- one of several beneath the bed.

Danica stripped the blankets and a thick, quilted pad from the bed. Both were soaked, but the bed had escaped being wet, apparently due to the thickness of the quilted pad. Danica untied and unrolled the bundle, replacing the pad and blankets.

Francine returned to the room as Danica picked up the old bedclothes, and looked around for a place to put them.

"Just toss them over there," Francine said, pointing toward a corner.

Danica tossed the soaked bedclothes into the corner and then sat down on the bed.

"Do you mind if I watch as my husband pleasures you?" Francine asked.

"Mmm, of course not," Danica moaned in reply, with a wide smile on her face.

Francine smiled back and licked her lips. "Thank you. Many do not feel comfortable, and I enjoy watching him make another woman feel so good."

Francine's husband returned to the room just then. "Lay with pretty Danica now and make her feel good?" he asked with a wide grin -- his still rock-hard cock twitching in anticipation.

"Yes, dear husband. Come make her feel good." Francine replied and moved to lounge in a chair next to the bed.

Danica lay down, and the big man walked over to the bed. He climbed up on the mattress on his knees while his eyes roved over Danica's body. "You have very pretty red hair. I like your big tits and your pretty pussy," he said with a grin.

"You have a gorgeous cock," Danica purred and licked her lips. "Make me feel good with it."

"Okay. I like," he chuckled and edged forward to mount her.

Danica moaned -- long and deep -- as he slid inside her. His cock felt wonderful, and filled her so well. She moaned and gasped as the big man stroked his cock in and out of her with a steady, quick rhythm.

Danica looked up at the man as he thrust inside her. His eyes roved over her, and his smile broadened when she ran her hands over her body -- writhing from the pleasure of his cock buried inside her.

"Faster. Mmm -- please faster," Danica moaned. She was already building rapidly toward climax.

The big man stroked her faster, smiling even wider when Danica yelped in ecstasy from the quicker thrusts. Danica moaned and writhed, pushing her hips back at the cock stroking her depths with hot friction. The big man increased the speed and power of his thrusts, seeing that Danica liked it.

Danica felt her head tapping the headboard every time his swollen cock head buried in her depths, though she had been a foot away from it only moments before. Her head was hitting a little harder only moments later, but she didn't notice because she was nearly to her peak.

Danica exploded into orgasm around the man's big cock. He left himself buried in her as the initial waves coursed through her, and then stroked her slowly to send even more waves of intense pleasure running through her. When he noticed her having trouble catching her breath, he pulled out about half way to let her relax.

"You come good," he chuckled. "I like a lot. More?"

"Mmm yes. More. More," Danica sensually moaned.

He laughed and buried his manhood inside her, kicking right back up to the same fast, hard pounding he had been giving her when she came.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," Danica yelped -- trailing off into a loud scream of pleasure as he slammed into her depths, rocking her body.

Danica came three more times, telling the big man she wanted more each time he asked. Her labia were starting to burn slightly from the friction, and her legs were aching a bit from having them spread apart for so long, but she just kept taking him. Like Rose, Danica was amazed that he could keep from ejaculating for so long while taking her so hard and fast.

Danica was in the midst of yet another multiple orgasm when she bucked him off. She rolled around on the bed gasping and screaming as her body pulsed from the strength of her orgasm.

Danica at last regained control of body to stare with wonder at his still throbbing erection.

"More?" He asked again.

Danica wasn't sure whether she could survive through it, but she wanted him inside her badly, nonetheless. "One more. I want you to fill me up. Make it come and fill me up," she replied.

"Do it, dear husband," Francine moaned. She had been rubbing her clit and stroking the flail handle inside her the whole time her husband was taking Danica. "You'll still get to lay with me later. Fill her up like she asks, but make her come again first."

"Okay," the big man responded -- his voice carrying a mixture of anticipation and disappointment. He hated to stop making Danica climax, but he looked forward to coming inside her.

He slid inside her once again to the hilt. A yelp interrupted Danica's resulting moan as her sensitive sex quivered and contracted around his cock. "Slow. Easy," Danica pleaded to him in explosive gasps.

The big man complied, and Danica could feel every single inch of his big cock as it slid out to the point where his glans were visible beyond her lips. He pushed back inside her with the same slow motion.

Danica watched his pussy-slick manhood slide in and out of her with rapt attention. It looked so good, and the slow stroking stoked her fires again without causing her discomfort.

For at least ten minutes, Danica milked his cock by contracting her intimate muscles around him as he kept stroking her with carefully controlled slowness. Danica's pleasure built higher and higher, until her body was begging for release in an inferno of orgasm.

Danica let out a long growling moan as he pushed back inside her yet again, and then growled, "Take me. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Fill me up."

He grabbed her beneath her bottom and lifted her easily in his strong arms off the bed. Danica hooked her ankles over his shoulders as he pounded her with all his strength.

Danica's upper body thrashed about as his cock assaulted her depths. Her orgasm erupted without warning, lifting her entirely off the bed as she came. He held her up as she screamed at the top of her lungs and gushed a geyser of her juices all over them both.

The big man took a few more strokes and then let out a quavering groan. Danica felt the first spurt of his cum fire into her depths. The force was so strong and the spurt so long that it almost felt more as though he was peeing than coming. Another eruption followed, just as strong as the first, shooting deep inside her. Twice more, hard spurts caused Danica to quiver before he spent the last of his passion.

Danica thrashed and screamed as her climax kept hold of her. At last, he put her down on the bed and pulled free of her with a sharp gasp. Milky-white cream coated his cock, and Danica could feel it pouring out of her from the moment he pulled free.

She continued to writhe from her aftershocks, his semen oozing from her all the while. She also felt the burning sting in her sex from being fucked so hard -- so many times. The big man collapsed next to her, breathing in explosive gasps.

Either Danica drifted off in the fog of pleasure tinged with pain, or she dozed off, because she started when Francine took her hand to help her up onto legs that trembled like those of a newborn fawn. Francine's husband had to help carry Danica to the tub.

Danica soaked in the bath until she felt her strength returning, and then washed well. She returned to the first room after her bath, put on her clothes, and then returned to the common room at the entrance of the house.

She kissed them both, telling them she would try to come see them again, when Francine asked her if she would. Danica moved slowly and gingerly, leaving the house to return to the complex of buildings atop the hill.

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Zoraster turned away from the mirror. He had observed Danica experiencing so many orgasms now that it had become almost commonplace. The encounter with the woman had held his interest somewhat, but Danica's coupling with the man was failing to stimulate him in any way.

Placing his hand on his chin, he spun the ring he held in his other hand before his eyes. "Such a common little ring you are. Who would suspect your true power?"

Zoraster stood. "I know your power, and I know from whence it comes. You'll have company soon, my little trinket."

As he slipped the ring into a pocket of his robe, he straightened and cocked his head to the side as if listening to something. A smile crossed his face, and he turned to walk from the room full of mirrors. It took only a few swift steps for the Archmage to reach another door and enter. He settled into a chair behind a large desk, waving a hand over a crystal on the desktop.

In the center of the room, a vertical disk of light appeared and Zoraster said, "Enter."

The portal shimmered slightly and a man in brown robes stepped from its glowing disk to bow low before Zoraster.

Tenting his fingers before him on the desk, Zoraster asked, "What have you learned?"

"It is much the same as with the other woman -- Celes -- Master Zoraster."

"So you believe she has witch blood as well?"

"It is possible, but that is not what I sense in Danica. There is no way to be sure in either woman's case unless they directly exhibit abilities to confirm my conclusions. Any number of circumstances could result in their minds being closed to magical intrusion. Witch blood, psionic powers, and numerous other circumstances can allow a subject to resist mind magic."

"What is your conclusion concerning my little rose?"

"I believe she is what is known as an Iron Mind amongst psionics."

Zoraster's lip curled into a sneer and he growled, "You believe she has the power of the mind?"

"Not necessarily, my Master. In fact, I do not believe such to be the case. There are many examples of people exhibiting the Iron Mind ability who have no other psionic abilities whatsoever. It is actually quite common."

"Should this not have prevented my magic from influencing and controlling her as well?"

"It very well could, were it not for the drugs she is administered. The combination of drugs and working through her unconscious mind should allow such spells to be effective. Those who are unpracticed in directing any mental powers they possess rarely defend the unconscious mind. Suggestions administered through hypnosis and implanted as she sleeps should be quite effective at circumventing her natural resistance."

"So I can pull her strings to make her dance when necessary, but her mind shall remain closed to me?"

"It is possible that her thoughts and memories may be gleaned during the same unconscious state with stronger doses of the drug, but I cannot assure success."

Zoraster waved a hand before him. "It is of no matter, I suppose. I can glean nothing from Celes, and she is easy enough to control through magic and coercion. Danica has proven to be similar in that regard. The amulets they wear ensure I can track them and see much of what they see."

"I shall continue to study and experiment upon both of them, Master."

The Archmage leaned back in his chair and brought two fingers to his lips. "I believe I may have a rather specific course I wish you to follow. I will summon you when I have determined the course I wish you to take in full."

"I shall await your command Master."

The wizard then stepped back through the portal and vanished.

Zoraster smiled. "Yes, perhaps there are more ways to utilize my toys. All of my toys."

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Danica awoke sore the next morning. The muscles in her legs, chest, and tummy all burned with a dull ache. Occasionally, a stab of pain would shoot up from her loins to spread through her chest. Those stabs even made her breasts ache for a few minutes when they hit her.