Danica Pt. 06

She kissed him and asked in a breathless, sultry whisper, "Did you like watching us play -- making each other feel so good?" She kissed him again without waiting for an answer.

"Oh yes," he gasped when their lips parted.

"Mmm," Danica moaned, "Now put that big cock inside me and fuck me while Heather licks us both. Make me come and fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me." With those words, she leaned back onto her hands.

Grant looked at Heather as Danica lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Heather urged, "Do it, my love."

Grant rose to his knees on the bed and aimed his hard cock at Danica's wet heat, sliding into her depths with a slow push.

"Ohh yes," Danica moaned as he penetrated her. Heather bent over them both to wash her tongue over Danica's clit and his pumping shaft.

"Oh yes, fuck me. You both feel so good," Danica gasped as Grant increased the speed and power of his thrusts.

Heather moaned in delight, pulled up Danica's hood, and wrapped her lips around the exposed bud, continuing to flick it with her tongue.

"Oh yes. Oh, take me. I'm going to come," Danica screamed as her orgasm crept up on her. She tumbled over the edge with a wild scream, her back arching and her hands moving to squeeze her breasts hard. She heard Grant loudly grunting as he continued to stroke her tightly clenched depths. She knew he was nearly to his own peak. "Oh yes -- fill me up," Danica growled, and then screamed as another wave of orgasm tore through her body.

Grant let out a growling scream of pleasure and flooded Danica's depths on the next thrust. Danica squealed as she felt him buried to the hilt inside her, coating her walls with his semen.

Danica's walls squeezing him as she shuddered through the final waves of her orgasm proved too much for Grant to endure, and he pulled from her with a loud gasp.

Danica caressed Heather's hair and pleaded, "Lick all his hot cum out of my pussy. Make me come again."

Heather didn't require any more encouragement, and stabbed her tongue deep inside Danica to lap up her man's cream. Her flashing tongue brought Danica to another explosion shortly thereafter.

They lay together for a time, and then the two women managed to coax another erection from Grant with their mouths. Heather knelt on all fours, and Grant mounted her without delay. Soon Heather screamed in release again, Grant's cock stroking her hard and fast while Danica teased the blonde's puckered ass with her finger.

Grant pulled free of his love and spurted what little cum he had left on her rounded bottom, and into Danica's waiting mouth. Danica lapped it all up, and then they all collapsed into an exhausted slumber.

When they awoke in the morning, Danica counted out coins, telling the couple she was truly interested in having them make some bottles for her spell components. She described the size she wanted, and Grant told her that they would send word when they completed them. Heather suggested she might stop by on occasion and check on the progress with a coy grin.

Danica returned to her quarters, stopping at Damian's along the way and teasing him about the servant girl she had seen leaving his room the day before. She laughed when he blushed furiously and admitted the young woman was coming to spend time with him again that night.

Danica requested copies of his notes from the crafting of the bookstand, telling him she had an idea for a spell she wished to create. He sent for a scribe immediately and told her he would have the copies delivered to her as soon as they were finished. He also expressed delight that she thought to expand her knowledge by attempting the creation of an original magical spell.

Danica kissed him and rubbed his cock, telling him that as much as she would love to play, she didn't want to take anything away from his newfound lover. He blushed and laughed in response, and Danica winked as she continued on her way to the smaller of the two libraries in the building. There she picked up several volumes dealing with the Hand spells she had learned earlier, and returned to her rooms.

She spent the remainder of the day studying the books and Damian's notes, which arrived in the late afternoon. She paused only long enough to send a messenger with the dimensions of the kiln to the craftsman in the city.

Danica awoke the next morning burning with desire to learn and create. She ate and bathed hurriedly, and then dressed in a light robe.

She had just finished dressing when the door slammed wide open. A scowling Zoraster strode into the room quickly, and then backhanded Danica to the bed with a snarling scream.

"You stupid woman, you revived the merchant's bitch of a wife. I had nearly attained total control of the trade in that town, and now I have competent and ruthless competition. Damn your conscience and your morals," he screamed.

Danica sat up groggy from the blow of his hand. "You got the necklace. You gave me no instructions other than to return it to you," she said spitefully.

Zoraster screamed in rage and grabbed her by the chin, jerking her upward. He took a moment to regain his composure somewhat, and then said, "It matters not what I said. You have thwarted my work in that area, and now you must be punished."

Danica felt blackness overwhelm her as his magic took effect.

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Danica came back to consciousness slowly, her vision swimming. She had no idea where she was. She started awake when she realized she couldn't move.

She glanced around and noticed she was strapped -- nude, and spread eagle -- onto some sort of strange angled table. It supported her down to her buttocks on a hard board and held her legs wide open on two stirrups attached to wooden supports angling down from the rest of the table.

Shackles held her hands above her head, and a belt around her tummy held her tight to the board. Another leather strap encircled her neck. She struggled slightly and found the bonds so tight that she had almost no range of movement.

The table had a rail about a hand high around it, which extended from just beyond where the table ended at her ass, to about her neck. It was spaced evenly with dozens of metal rings.

Danica looked around the room to see virtually no other furnishings. Six large cabinets were the only other things in the room. Danica could hear voices coming from somewhere behind her. The voices were so muffled she could not identify much, but she thought that at least one was male and another female.

She lay on the table for what felt like an eternity, bathed in the light of a magical globe hanging from the ceiling above her. She heard a door open, and then heard footsteps coming toward her. Camilla's face suddenly filled her vision, as the woman leaned over her.

"Oh, how fine -- you're awake," Camilla said with a wicked smile. She walked around beside the table and looked down at Danica. "Zoraster said you've been a naughty little tramp, and so we get to play with you a while," she sneered, and then backhanded Danica hard.

Danica felt her cheek open when a ring the woman wore dug into her flesh. She screamed and snarled at her tormentor, who only laughed in response and slapped her again.

Three more blows fell before a voice from behind her said, "Enough. You are being so primitive. Let us be more sophisticated."

Danica gasped as she recognized the voice -- it was Garthak. Her stomach knotted in fear as she realized she was at the mercy of two people who had expressed desire to cause her much pain.

He moved to the side of the table and said, "You mocked me little bitch, and now I have been given opportunity to repay you that insult." An evil grin spread across Garthak's face and he laughed. Turning to Camilla, he asked, "How shall we begin?"

Camilla purred and crossed the room toward one of the cabinets along the wall. She reached inside and produced the wand of electricity Garthak had used on Danica before. Camilla activated it as she walked back toward the table. The twisted woman touched Danica's breasts with it and shuddered as the magic coursed through Danica's body. Camilla moaned and then laughed as Danica's body twitched from the shock. She then handed the wand to Garthak.

He spoke words of command to the wand, and then brought it to Danica's right breast. Danica screamed as her body pulled taut, the jolt shooting through her breast and her body. She screamed again, when it touched her other breast.

"I should imagine it is quite uncomfortable to have all your muscles contract when you are unable to move," Garthak taunted with a smile and a wicked laugh. He then bent over and kissed each of Danica's nipples.

He raised the wand over her breasts once more, holding it very close without touching her. She could feel the tingle of the wand's power running through her and her muscles contracted slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle. He passed the wand back and forth over her breasts several times, enjoying the show of her breasts quivering and Danica biting her lip against the uncomfortable sensation.

He pulled the wand down her body, still holding it at just the right distance to keep the uncomfortable tingling running through her. He reached her mound, moving the wand in slow circles over her. His smile widened as her nether lips twitched from the stimulation of her muscles.

He brought the wand down suddenly, and Danica screamed again as the full force of the wand surged through her. She felt her bladder contract and a short, hard spurt of urine sprayed out from between her lips.

Another jolt caused her to scream again and spray her golden stream. Camilla moaned and gestured for the wand. Garthak handed it to her.

Camilla brought the wand down to Danica's mound, and again she gasped, her throat too constricted to let more escape it. Almost immediately, Camilla brought the wand lower in a quick movement and touched it to Danica's damp, dripping lips.

Danica's erupted in a choked scream as her muscles tightened up even harder. Another jolt tore through her sensitive flesh a moment later. She trickled with every touch. The next time the wand touched her, it was on her hood and her clit. Danica screamed and banged her head hard on the board beneath her as the jolt tried to knot her whole body up into a tight ball.

The woman put the wand back on Danica's mound and held it there. Danica's bladder contracted tight and emptied in a gush.

Garthak grabbed Camilla's hand and pulled the wand away. "You'll stop her heart, foolish woman," he said as he took the wand from her. He turned to Danica and said, "You seem to wear very little jewelry. A beautiful woman should have adornment." He gave her another twisted smile and made his way to a cabinet.

He returned bearing a small wooden box. This he handed to Camilla. She held it and Garthak walked over to the side of the table on Danica's left. Camilla held up the box and Garthak opened it. He pulled a shining ring from the box. It was a simple rounded band, with a hinged clasp where the edges of the band joined. He popped open the latch as Danica watched, laying the ring down in a small tray on the side of the torture table.

He then pulled a large needle from the box and turned back toward Danica. Danica's eyes widened and her stomach knotted in fear as he leaned over her and put the sharp tip of the needle against the base of her nipple.

Danica half screamed and half sobbed as he slowly pushed the needle completely through her nipple. He held it there for a moment, and then withdrew it. He picked up the ring from the tray and roughly slipped it through the newly pierced nipple. He then locked the clasp and stood back up.

Danica gasped for air, wincing as she felt cold burning into her chest from the amulet, followed by cold spreading down to her breast as it healed the wound around the ring. Garthak walked to the other side of the table, repeating the process to pierce Danica's other nipple as well.

Danica whispered, "Oh gods -- no," as Garthak and Camilla moved to the foot of the table. Out came another ring and the needle.

Danica screamed again as the needle pierced her hood. Another ring, another stab of the needle, and Garthak pierced Danica's right nether lip. He then pierced her other lip as well. Danica blacked out from the pain when the needle touched her the last time.

Danica roused just in time to see Garthak clamping something onto the last ring through her labia. The amulet had healed her wounds, and she felt no pain as he worked.

Danica's nipples each had a clamp and a chain attached to them, the chains hanging down next to her body. Another chain also dangled between her breasts, hanging like a suspension bridge between them. She could see a much larger link in the dead center of the chain spanning between her nipples.

Chains likewise adorned the rings pierced through her labia. Garthak moved back to the side of the table, letting the chain attached to her right breast slide between his fingers until he reached the end of it. Attached to the other end of the chain was another clamp, and the chain ran through what looked like a clockwork gear.

Garthak pulled the chain, and Danica winced as it pulled her nipple with strong pressure. He attached the clamp to one of the eyelets on the rail, and then repeated the process with her other breast. The chain between them now stretched straight between her breasts.

He moved to the foot of the table and repeated the process with the rings through her lips. Danica whimpered in pain as he pulled the chains up and attached them. Finally, he picked up the chain connected to her hood and clamped it to the one running between her breasts.

Danica bit down hard and tried to steel her will against the pain. The chains gaped her wide open, and pulled her breasts taut.

Garthak stood up straight, admiring the web of chains adorning Danica's body. He then smiled wickedly at Danica, and to Camilla. He spoke a word of command, and Danica let out a high-pitched wail of agony as each of the clockwork gears clicked once, pulling the chains tighter. He spoke the word again before Danica's scream faded, causing her to break out into a fit of choked coughing as the gears clicked again.

Danica's eyes watered so badly tat she could barely see her torturers, her vision clouded with pain and tears. She blinked to clear them, almost leaving her eyes closed.

Garthak pulled something else from the box. It looked similar to a silver bobby pin with a crossbar at the tips. He looked at Camilla, and she leaned down to swirl her tongue over Danica's exposed clit.

Despite her pain, the direct stimulation caused Danica's clit to harden and become erect. Camilla raised her head, and immediately Garthak's hands moved to where the sick woman's mouth had been a moment earlier. Danica growled as he slipped the pin over her clit and turned a wheel to tighten it on her bud with strong pressure.

Danica's breath exploded from her in pained gasps. She closed her eyes because she could not keep them open against the pain. Garthak was removing something from a pocket when Danica blinked her eyes clear of tears and opened them again. It was a very thin piece of wood, about as long as his forearm.

Garthak knelt in front of Danica, rubbing the thin strip of wood against her widespread lips. He then held it tightly at the bottom, pulled back on the top, and let it smack against Danica's nether lips.

Danica screamed from the horrible pain, her eyes closing again, not to open for a long time. Repeatedly, the wood smacked against her folds. Garthak then turned his attentions to Danica's fully exposed clit, held throbbing between the prongs of the clip.

Danica lapsed into a near unconscious state of pain and anguish. Time seemed to stop as the two pressed torture after torture upon her body and mind. She passed out at times, but always awakened in the same situation. Sometimes her tormenters left her for hours, but always they returned. She knew that once they had shared a bullwhip, bringing huge welts to her flesh, breaking the skin and drawing blood. The electric wand had returned, and Camilla had violated Danica's ass with a massive phallus crafted from Danica's enchantment notes. The pair forced her to watch as Garthak deflowered the clone Danielle while Camilla lapped her. As horrific as that experience was, Garthak ordered Danielle to slip between Danica's legs and lick her as well.

Danica eventually reached a point where the pain and images jumbled into an indecipherable mass in her mind, as what must have been days passed.

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Danica regained consciousness. For quite some time, her mind remained shut away. Her consciousness hid deep where it had retreated from the pair's horrific tortures. Slowly she realized it was not the hard wood of the torture table beneath her, but the softness of a mattress.

Her mind cautiously crept back toward reality. She was indeed on a bed -- her own bed. She was back in her room. For long minutes, she lay still, afraid to move, and then slowly sat up as she regained her senses.

It was then she noticed Celes asleep in a chair next to the bed. Danica pulled the covers off and realized she was dressed in a sleeping shift. She swung her legs slowly off the edge of the bed, and Celes awakened with a slight start.

"Danica, you're awake. Are you all right?" Celes asked and stood up, offering her a hand.

Danica shook her head. "I do not know if I'll ever be alright again."

"Ye were brought here yesterday mornin'. Ye were unconscious, but unmarked other than the rings ye've got stuck through ye. I dressed ye, for ye was naked as the day ye were born, and put ye to bed. Ye screamed horribly and thrashed in yer sleep for the whole day. I could na' wake ye, though yer eyes were open at times. Ye weren't there though. What happened?"

Danica brought her hand to her mouth and choked back a sob as the jumbled images of torture returned to her. She shook her head violently, refusing to think about it, let alone speak of it.

"It's alright dearie, keep it locked away," Celes said and moved to hug her. Danica felt dirty, and she headed for the tub when they broke from the hug. Celes stepped ahead of her to draw the bath for the exhausted redhead.

Danica pulled off her shift and saw the rings piercing her flesh. She flushed in anger, and unhooked the clasp of the one in her right nipple. She tried to pull it out, but gasped in pain. The healing magic of the amulet had sealed the ring in her flesh as if it were a part of her.

"Wait dearie. If'n ye're wantin' 'em out, lemme get somethin'," Celes suggested. "Go ahead an' get yerself in the tub. I'll have ta get back ta me chambers an' fetch it."

Danica nodded, and Celes left. Danica slid into the tub and soaked, letting the steaming water caress her and take her mind into a dreamlike state. She started when Celes returned, finished washing, and then stood up to get up out of the tub.

"Just stay in there dearie. Ye'll have to wash this off, it smells horribly," Celes said, pulling out a small jar from her pocket.

Danica nodded and leaned over the edge of the tub when Celes instructed her to do so. Celes slathered a generous amount of the strong smelling unguent over Danica's nipples, and then waited a moment or two before pulling on the first ring.

Danica's nipples were completely numb, and felt cold. Celes slid first one ring, then the other free from the redhead's breasts. She then instructed Danica to wash off the unguent.

Danica didn't need much encouragement to do so, as it did smell just as badly as Celes had warned. Celes then told her to sit up on the chair above the tub. Celes slathered the stuff over the three rings piercing Danica's sex. She then removed the two rings piercing Danica's labia.