Chapter 3 - Tailoring

And here's this weeks regularly-scheduled chapter. World building and a bit of character work, with sexiness at the end.
Content: ff toys? mild bondage

The sun was past its midpoint when Annalise crested the hill and saw the town of Greenedge spread out before her at the edge of the forest. She smiled to herself; she had been traveling trough endless fields and farms, with the occasional tiny hamlet for days now, and it would be nice to have the chance to find and inn and sleep in a proper bed, for once.

"Almost there," she said aloud.

Good. You've got a kink in your back from that last hayloft, came Sandra's voice in her head.

Annalise wiped her forehead and began walking down the road again.

"I still say that's your fault. You keep encouraging me to... exert myself! I think I pulled a muscle," she added rubbing at her lower back.

No, it was definitely the haystack, said Sandra with amusement. Then her mental voice turned more serious. You're gonna have to take the armor off again, aren't you?

Annalise shrugged. "Sorry. You've seen how people react when someone marches into town in full plate armor. It's all I can do to disguise the helmet."

A mental sigh. I know, I know. It just feels weird, that's all.

Sandra had not been able to describe the feeling more accurately than that, but she had got across her point that it was unpleasant for her when the helmet her mind was residing in and the armor it was magically part of were separated. Even just stowing it in Annalise's backpack made her uncomfortable. Annalise could take off the helmet entirely and put it with the armor, of course, but since that meant Sandra could see, hear or feel nothing and was soon forced into a dormant state, she avoided it whenever possible.

It was a strange kind of friendship that was developing between the two women, since Sandra had no body of her own and could only share Annalise's senses, but it was nice to have someone else around to talk to while she walked along little-traveled paths through fields and forests.

Plus, Annalise had been masturbating a lot more than she usually did since she had met Sandra. Sandra claimed that she just wanted to feel along with Annalise since she had been deprived of any chance to play with herself since she had lost her body and was now catching up, but Annalise suspected that she just liked masturbating. Not that Annalise could blame her.

Anyway, with someone else in her head, feeling along and offering encouragement, it felt more like sex than masturbation, and Annalise had been missing that since she had left Master Makala's home on her journey. She had never really thought about women that way before, but her partnership with Sandra was opening her up to new experiences.

She realized they had both fallen silent as Annalise had stepped behind a little copse of trees and stowed the armor.

"I have an idea about that, you know," she said. She had been thinking about how to help Sandra. She had no idea how she would even get started on getting her out of the helmet, but the precious night she had gotten inspired on how to at lest help with the discomfort of separation.

Oh? How?

"I'm not saying anything just yet. I need to find some supplies, first. I should be able to buy them her in town."

I hope so. This really does feel... weird.

***

The town had not resident Sorcerers of any kinds, but Annalise managed to find most of the items she needed at the apothecary, and a with a little persuasion and playing up her status as a Sorceress she convicted the jeweler to quickly make her a couple of silver sigils that would help in her plans. She had enough money to pay the apothecary, but for the jeweler she had to stretch her magical knowledge by enchanting the floor of his shop to sound an alarm in the presence of burglars. She exhausted herself making sure that it would last at least a couple of months, but she left with what she had come for.

A couple of virility potions from her stash got her a private room at a good inn, to which she retired just as the sun sank below the horizon.

Finally, Sandra said.

Annalise smiled. "I'm just glad I can talk to you again without sounding like a crazy person."

Hah! You don't know what a relief it is being able to talk to anyone after those weeks trapped in here on his head, unable to even speak!

"I can imagine," Annalise sighed, unpacking her bag. There was even a small table in the room, and she carefully arranged the supplies she had picked up.

So what are you planning, anyway? Sandra wheedled. She had been asking periodically throughout the day.

"It's a surprise." Annalise fell back onto the bed. "One that I won't get started on until tomorrow. I'm exhausted right now. that spell for the jeweler took a lot out of me."

Straight to bed, then? Or first, some-

"Not right now," Sandra sighed. "I really am tired, and not up for an extended masturbation session right now."

Oh. Keep the helmet on? I'm not tired yet.

"Alright. But no talking, please." Annalise squirmed out of her dress and dropped it to the floor next to the bed, then pulled the thin covers over herself.

Good night!

"Good night..." Annalise yawned.

***

The innkeeper's wife brought her breakfast the next morning, blushing but with a glow about her. Annalise risked a guess.

"Potion worked well, I take it?" she asked, as the woman was leaving.

There was a giggle and the woman's ears reddened further. "You can say that again! It's been a long time since I saw my husband like that!"

"That's good to hear." Annalise looked at her, earnestly. "I'm going to be... meditating, today. Please don't come into the room, and don't worry if I don't show up for lunch. Oh, and there might be some noise. Nothing bad!" she added hastily, at the woman's alarmed expression, "and I won't damage anything! I just need to... prepare myself before I continue my travels."

"Oh, alright. See you at dinner, then?"

Annalise nodded and picked up the breakfast tray as the woman left and closed the door.

***

Half an hour later, after a breakfast of cold meat with some pretty good bread, which Sandra in particular had enjoyed, Annalise pulled out the armor again, together with her spell book.

You're getting started? Sandra asked, excitedly.

"Soon. First I need to get a really good look at the enchantments on this armor. No talking for a while, please. I really do need to concentrate for this."

She bent down over the armor and flipped through the book's pages, looking for the chapter on advanced magical inspection. A little while later, she began to mutter the words to a spell.

***

Annalise blinked slowly and sat up straight, brushing her hair from her eyes.

"OK, that's as in-depth as I'm going to get," she said, stretching her arms and working the kinks out of her back.

Can I talk again?

"Sure, I'm done with this part."

So, did you find out what you wanted to find out?

"Yes. I've got a pretty good idea how the enchantments work, now. It's pretty intricate work, getting the resizing and lightening spells and everything to work together without compromising the magical protection."

Is that what you meant by that?

"Huh? Meant by what?"

While you were working, you said, 'I wish I knew how they did it,' Sandra said.

"Did I? I must have been talking to myself. No, I know how these spells work. They're not easy to do, but once I got a look at them they were understandable." She sighed and stood up, now alternately stretching her legs. "No, I was talking about the Aruveic permanency techniques."

Huh?

"Oh, right. You don't have any training in this stuff. It's a magic thing, don't worry about it."

Explain, please? Sandra asked, curiously. I know I can't do magic, but I like hearing you talk about it.

"Thanks," Annalise smiled.

You get all enthusiastic. It's cute.

"Hey!"

It's true! There was a mental chuckle. And I really do want to know. It is interesting.

"Oh, alright then," Annalise said, dropping onto her bed and picking up a mug and the jug of water. "You know about the Aruveic Empire, right?"

It used to rule this are a couple thousand years ago, right? People still sometimes find ruins.

"Right. Anyway, they were pretty good with magic, especially for their time. They were doing things we only rediscovered how to do in the last hundred years! So, nowadays we know how to do pretty much any kind of magic they did. Most of our spells are better, in fact, than theirs." She drained half the mug in one go. She was parched. "Except their techniques on permanent spells. We still have no idea how they did it."

But I saw you recolor the armor, and that's still holding.

"It's been a couple of days. It's..." Annalise scratched her head. "No, let me start from the beginning. If you're talking spells that last more than an instant -- unlike say, a lightning bolt -- there's basically four ways to do it."

She extended her index finger.

"One, you can mentally sustain them. That means you can easily move them around and can alter them on the fly, but they're tied to you, so you can't keep them up forever, and if you lose consciousness or fall asleep or even get startled and lose focus, they end. It's like the shield I used in the fight with the War Wolves."

She raised another finger.

"Two, you- I mean, the other three techniques involve binding the spell to an object or a person or even an area. They're less flexible but longer-lasting. Anyway, two: you can invest a bunch of power when you cast them and set up the magical matrix so that it sustains itself on that power. That's what I did for the jeweler. The spell can still respond to things, and can even be changed, but only in predefined ways. You can't alter the whole spell on the fly."

A third finger.

"Three, basically a variant on option two, you set up a matrix with a reservoir of power and, but you leave yourself an in. It's harder to set up and usually involves a bunch or sigils and supplies and reagents and stuff unless it's a simple spell, but it means you can add more power when the spell starts to run down. Still can't change the spell itself after the fact, either. There's a variant that leaves an opening that any Sorcerer can use to top the spell up, too. That's usually used on swords and stuff that's meant to be used by people without magical ability, so they can be maintained by whatever Sorcerer they want."

She raised her pinky finger, as well.

"And four, you can make the spell permanent. That means setting it up so that it powers itself from the inherent magic of the world. That's really hard, and even with lots of external focuses and stuff it quickly becomes impossible to do with even slightly complex or powerful spells. You could make a stone that glowed forever, and if you're good maybe even add a way to turn it on and off, but even that would be expensive. There are... magically charged areas of the world where it's slightly easier, if you don't mind anchoring the spell to that area, but that's about it. The magic still can't be changed afterwards, except by adding more spells, and when they fade the underlying magic reasserts itself."

She lowered her hand and took another drink of water.

And the Aruveics? Sandra prompted.

"Oh, right! They had some kind of technique for making permanent enchantments far more cheaply and easily than we can. Aruveic enchanted objects are still sometimes dug up, and they're usually still as powerful and in as good a shape as when they were made. They added automatic repair and durability enchantments to everything, because why not if you can do it easily." She shrugged. "It's where the armor came from. It must be thousands of years old, but it's still gleaming and all the spells still work perfectly."

But... Sandra said, this armor was changed. There used to be some kind of spirit in the helmet, right? Her voice grew small and quiet. Does that mean that one day I'm just going to disappear?

"Oh! No!" Annalise said, quickly. "That didn't change the spell!" She frowned, thinking about how to explain. "The spell makes a... space, let's call it, for a mind to live in, and interact with the wearer. That man who stole your body just... removed the spirit and found a way to move his own mind in." She dragged a hand through her hair. "It's impressive work, but it didn't change the magic of the helmet. No, as far as I can tell it will sustain you indefinitely."

Oh! That's good. Sandra's relief was evident. I mean, living in here is not something I would have chosen, but it's better than the alternative.

"True." Annalise drained the mug and looked out the window. It was nearly noon. "I'm going to go down to eat, and then after dinner I'm going to get started on your surprise."

Good. You're hungry. I could feel your stomach rumbling just now.

***

An hour later, Annalise was back in her room, drawing on the floor with a piece of chalk, which she would have to clean that up later. She didn't want the innkeeper getting angry, though from the way he had looked when he was serving lunch, the potions she had given him had bought her a lot of goodwill.

She set out a bowl of various powdered herbs, arranged some magically-charged crystals from her pack around the room, and put the rest of the things she would need in easy reach. Then she reached up to the helmet.

"I'm going to have to take this off to work on it," she said apologetically.

Sandra sighed. If you have to. You're not going to damage anything, right?

"I won't even touch any of the spells that are keeping you in there. And afterwards, I shouldn't have to take the armor off when we go into town anymore."

I suppose that's worth another few hours of unconsciousness...

"See you soon!"

Annalise took off the helmet. She couldn't sense when Sandra was sharing her body, but she still imagined there was a sudden empty feeling in her mind. She had gotten used to Sandra's constant presence over the past couple of days.

Still, it was in a good cause. Sandra had never complained, and Annalise had said anything, but she still felt a little guilty about killing Sandra's body. Granted, it had been possessed by someone who was attacking her at the time, and it had been kill or be killed, but she couldn't help thinking back on it and wondering if there was anything she could have done better.

Now all she could to was make Sandra more comfortable.

With a sigh, she opened the spell book and reread the spells she would need. She put her hands on the armor and began the speak.

***

"Welcome back!"

Annalise had enlarged her mirror again and propped it up against the wall so that Sandra could see that she was wearing the armor again.

Hi. Everything work out? I see the armor's back to the black look.

"It was a little more complicated than I expected, and I had to remove the coloring spell, but I managed."

So, what did you do?

Sandra smiled at her reflection. "Check it out!" she said, and concentrated.

Nothing is happening... Sandra said, after a few seconds.

Annalise frowned. "I'm sure I did this right. Let me try again, get into the right frame of mind."

She concentrated again. After a minute or so, she grimaced, stretched, and tried again.

What's supposed to be happening? Sandra asked, after a while.

"This is supposed to work! I checked the spells afterwards, and everything looked right!" She kicked at the floor in anger, making the armor rattle.

So it's supposed to be obvious right away?

With a defeated sigh, Annalise dropped back onto the bed. "I added some spells to expand the resizing abilities and to add more shape-changing and recoloring abilities. The armor's supposed to respond to my thoughts and reshape itself. You know, so it can look like normal clothing. But it's not working!" She hit the pillow with a gauntleted fist.

You did something wrong?

"I can't see what! I double-checked the shapechanging spells, and adding a mental control is simple! I've been doing it since Master Makala taught me my first simple enchantments." She sighed and gestured angrily at the mirror. "But look! I'm thinking 'red' as hard as I can and nothing is happening!"

You're just supposed to think about it and it should respond?

"Yes! I made it simple so that if something happened to me and someone else had to wear it, they could..." Her voice trailed off as the black metal of the armor gradually turned blue, the color spreading outward from the center of the chest plate.

"I'm not doing that!"

I... think I am, came Sandra's hesitant voice. Look...

The color shifted again, the entirety of the metal slowly turning green.

"That's- I mean- No..." Her voice trailed off as colors continued to ripple over the surface of the armor. "It's really you?"

It's doing what I'm thinking about, yes.

"But how-" She hesitated, then rallied. "I think I have an idea. I'm taking it off for a moment, OK? I'll leave the helmet on."

She stripped quickly and muttered a simple seeing spell.

"Oh! I think I know what's going on!"

You do?

"Remember when we talked about how it felt to you when I used magic? Because you're connected to my mind?"

Yes?

"I said I didn't know why that happened the way it did, and I still don't, but this is related, I think." She gathered her thoughts. "I designed the armor to respond to the wearer's thoughts. But you're... kind of half-possessing me, so you count as a wearer too. And since you're in the armor, you're more closely connected to it, so it responds to your commands." She frowned

Oh. Is that... bad?

"What? No, not really. It just means that you'll have to do any, er, tailoring that's needed." She paused, thinking through the implications.

Her attention was drawn back to the armor as a rainbow of colors rippled across it.

I can do something again! Sandra's delighted mental voice was almost a shout.

Annalise smiled at her reflection. "Well, then this turned out better than I planned. Now, can you change the shape, too? Make it a dress or something, so we can go eat."

***

It took Sandra a while to get used to controlling the armor. Annalise didn't put it on, at first, not wanting Sandra to accidentally hurt her by creating sharp edges or something, and she had to explain the limits of the magic in detail before Sandra could use it for anything useful.

"Basically, you can't change the feel and composition of any of the parts, but you can change the shape, size and color. So for clothing you'll have to shrink the metal as much as possible and turn it into, well, decoration or something, and expand and shape the padding into a dress," was the explanation that finally got her to understand.

She watched for a few minutes as the armor flowed like liquid, shrinking, expanding and changing shape into a variety of clothing. The first few shapes ended up looking rather lopsided, but eventually Sandra got the hang of it.

Then, during dinner, parts of Annalise's newly-shaped 'dress' kept changing color. It drew the attention of some of the other patrons, but most of them just seemed to chalk it up to the fact that Annalise was a Sorceress.

An attempt at turning the armor into comfortable sleepwear was not successful.

***

Annalise left town early the next morning, after have refilled her provisions. Sandra's directions -- rather more cheerful than usual, now that Annalise could wear the armor, since it looked like ordinary clothing -- took her along the road that led into the forest. The first part was heavily used by woodcutters, so the two women were unable to talk too much -- or, at least, Annalise was unable to reply to Sandra's stream of banter -- but traffic steadily diminished until, around noon, they were once again alone.

The had reached the deeper part of the forest by then, and the sunlight had trouble reaching trough the thick canopy, so that Annalise had to call up a little ball of light to light her way and help her avoid the humps and bumps in the path.

It was sometime after noon that she reached a slightly less dense patch of forest, where a little sunlight filtered through. There was even a patch of moss, and she sat down gratefully and looked through her pack for something to eat.

As she did so, the armor -- currently looking like a green dress with lots of metal ornamentation -- began to shift color again.

I'm really getting the hang of this, Sandra said.

Annalise had been able to hear the impatience in her voice the entire time she had been unable to play with her new ability while there were still people around. Annalise thought it was a little funny, even if she could imagine what it had to be like for this to be the only real thing Sandra could do.

It did become annoying when the bracelets on her wrists began changing shape while she was trying to cut some bread and sausage for lunch.

"Can it wait until after lunch?" she asked.

The metal around her wrists rippled and flowed back into a stable shape.

Oops.

"I don't mind you trying things, but I'd like to be able to eat, too."

Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I'm trying to get a sense of what exactly the limits are.

"It's good to find out. I'm not completely sure how well the new spells interact with the old, so I don't know exactly how far you can push the shapechanging. Go ahead and try things. But, again, not while I'm eating."

Deal. I don't want to leave you hungry. And that sausage tastes pretty good.

***

After lunch, Annalise leaned against a tree and tried not to doze off. It had been a while since she had had fresh food -- the bread and sausage had been accompanied by some fruit and a flask of milk -- and she had eaten more than she'd intended.

Could you do the mirror thing again?

Annalise smiled to herself as she dug it out, enlarged it -- the spell was becoming really familiar to her -- and propped it against another tree a few feet away.

She was quickly becoming to associate the blonde-haired face in the mirror with Sandra rather than herself. She knew that Sandra had looked rather different than her, but she had started to get in the habit of looking at her reflection while they talked. It beat talking to empty air.

It wasn't easy keeping her eyes open as she sat and relaxed, but she managed, as Sandra played with her control over the armor, making it change color and shape into a variety of different clothes. There was the occasional tug on her arm as a piece of metal crawled up her arm or needed some room to change into a bracelet. Annalise let it happen, though she knew that the shapechanging spell was not strong enough to move her against any kind of resistance.

Eventually, the shapes Sandra was making began to look less and less like practical clothing as she explore the limits of the spell.

Then…

"Hey!" Annalise protested. The cloth and metal had flowed away from her chest, leaving her in only her breast band.

There was a mental chuckle from Sandra. Can't blame a girl for trying…

Annalise looked up and down the path, though there hadn't been sound nor sight of anyone in several hours now.

"What if someone saw me?"

Relax, no-one goes here without a good reason. All the good lumber is near the edge.

"That's not the point!" she huffed, though she was aware she was playing up her reaction a little. "You should at least ask first before you do something like that."

Oh, sorry. It was just such a good opportunity...

Annalise giggled. She wasn't really angry. She had gotten pretty comfortable with Sandra the lost few days, but there was such a thing as politeness.

I guess I should also ask before I do something like... this! Sandra said. Nothing happened.

"Like what?" Annalise asked. Then something cold and metallic prodded her in the back.

Er... I don't have any feeling of what I'm doing with the armor. Doing this where I can't see is harder than I thought, Sandra said, sounding sheepish.

Then there was more movement against Annalise's back, a tug on the band of cloth supporting her breasts, and the knot holding it in place slipped loose, causing it to drop down her torso and making her breasts pop loose.

"Sandra!" she giggled, flinging her hands up to cover her breasts.

Laughter filled her mind, and after a few moments she joined in.

"*Yes,* you should ask before doing that," she said, after a while. "That was some pretty delicate work with the shapechanging," she added, impressed.

Thanks. I wanted to see if I could use it to manipulate stuff, Sandra said, since I don't have any hands of my own anymore.

"I understand," Annalise said, sobering as her attention was once again drawn to Sandra's circumstances.

Sandra herself didn't seem to want to dwell on it, because she said, Also, I wanted to see those pretty boobies of yours.

Annalise could tell where this was going, and since they were in no hurry to get anywhere... She looked up and down the path, into the gloom of the forest. "I think you should get some more practice in. Give me a minute."

She stood up, letting her breast binding drop to the ground and looking deliberately at herself in the mirror, giving Sandra a good view of her naked breasts, with their hardening nipples. Then she turned and concentrated, speaking the words to a familiar spell and focusing on extending its reach as far as she could. "There, now we'll get a warning before anyone wanders too close."

You don't want people walking in on us while I'm practicing?

"I have an ide of what you're going to practice, so no."

Annalise dropped back to the ground, leaning back against the tree and looking into the mirror again.

You're probably right.

Sandra wasted no time. A moment later, the dress curled away from her torso and contracted until it looked more like a belt. The metal of the armor, which had been formed into a rather bulky, ornate necklace, extended down in two streams, cool against Annalise's skin, and divided into several little rivulets which curled around Annalise's breasts.

"That feels... strange," Annalise said, as the metal crawled over her skin, feeling almost like a liquid. As it curved along the underside of her breast and spread further, forming a spider web pattern all over the globes, she felt her nipples harder further. "But good," she added.

The metal reached the apex of her breasts and formed a little ring around each nipple, which tightened until if felt like tiny fingers were pinching them. As the metal crawled further down Annalise's torso -- making her giggle as it hit her tickled her sides and her bellybutton -- there was movement on her legs as the remains of the dress split down the middle and crawled underneath her, turning into a blanket and leaving Annalise naked save for her panties, the metal webbing now covering her torso and the anklets that the armor's leggings had turned into that morning. Annalise smiled as she noticed where Sandra's attention lay; the webbing was delicately formed and highly detailed, while the blanked was an irregular blob, its blue color mottled with the original brown of the armor's padding.

"You're - Ah! - getting good at this," she panted, as the webbing that had been her breastplate tweaked her nipples and tightened on her breasts.

There was no reply from Sandra, but she could almost hear her ferocious concentration as the metal anklets moved on her legs, extending upward in the same way the metal on her chest had moved down. They split into dozens of fine filaments, forming webbing that crawled up her legs. Annalise had to bit her lip to stop from giggling as it tickled the back of her knees, then gasped as it moved up her thighs, feeling like dozens of tiny caressing fingers.

This time, the metal move faster than it had on her torso, either because Sandra was becoming more practiced or because, like Annalise, she was looking forward to what happened when it reached its goal. Soon, the spreading strands reached the top of her legs. They crawled over her panties, meeting in the middle and hooking together and contracting until the gusset of Annalise's panties was pressed against her center. In the mirror, could see a damp spot spread across the cloth.

I'm getting the hang of this! Sandra sounded delighted, making Annalise laugh at her enthusiasm.

The laugh turned into a moan as the metal against he panties rippled, forming an extrusion that hooked under the edge and pulled them aside. Cool air hit her damp nether lips and Annalise squirmed in place.

A moment later, another rivulet of metal flowed between her lips, widening as it did and spreading them apart. Annalise looked at the blonde in the mirror, imagining, as she had before, that it was Sandra sitting there, her legs splayed wide while silvery metal spread her pussy wide, revealing the glistening inside and the erect clit.

She watched as more metal flowed inside, thickening further. Annalise felt like a dick was entering her, swelling as it penetrated her deeper. The coolness faded quickly as the metal was warmed by her heated pussy. She barely noticed, eyes fixed on the pussy in the mirror, as more metal spread from her shoulders, spreading the thin webbing along her arms down to her wrists.

She shivered as the web covering her body moved slightly, like hundreds of sensitive fingers caressing her all over.

"Oh!" she gasped, as the metal dick inside her hit bottom, feeling uncomfortable for a moment before the ripples as it continued to thicken chased that sensation away with more shocks of pleasure. She groaned as it twisted and changed shape inside her, feeling around for all her most sensitive spots.

She moaned when it hit her g-spot, and involuntarily tried to close her legs, only to find that she couldn't move.

"Huh?" she said. It took her a moment, through her haze of pleasure, to notice what had changed. The metal lace covering her skin had, unnoticed by her, thickened and widened until so that she couldn't budge it.

Can't have you changing position, came Sandra's amused voice, as the metal dildo in Annalise's pussy stopped its expansion, not when you like so nice like this.

Annalise realized what had happened. While it was changing shape, the armor was not strong enough to move anything against any kind of resistance, but once it was in place it had more than enough capacity for expansion for Sandra to make it sturdy enough to hold Annalise in place.

A ripple ran through the metal rod inside her, making Sandra moan inside Annalise's head, but Annalise fought to think through the pleasure. She trusted Sandra, and even then she could dissolve the shapechanging spells with a few words.

Nothing bad was going to happen, and -- she flexed her limbs, finding that she couldn't move at all -- it did feel nice like this, unable to resist the pleasure Sandra was inflicting on her.

"Next time, ask first," she chided, before surrendering to the feeling of metal flowing over her clit and stimulating it as it ripples like mercury.

There was no answer from Sandra, but Annalise hadn't really expected one. It must take a lot of concentration to keep the armor's shape changing in just the right ways, especially as Sandra was sharing in all the feelings now coursing through her body.

Annalise barely managed to keep her eyes fixed on the panting woman in the mirror as her head fell sideways. Another wave of pleasure ran thorough her as metal struts formed between her thighs and flexed, pulling the artificial dick from her pussy in a long, drawn-out movement. It came out glistening with Annalise's juices. She shivered when the metal flexed again and the dildo was thrust in again with the same deliberate slowness.

The sounds of Annalise's moans vanished between the trees as she struggled against the metal webbing holding her in place, pinned with her legs spread wide while the thick metal shaft impaled her over and over. She could feel her pleasure rising as the metal covering her clit continued to ripple and flex, making her strain against her bonds with every gasping breath.

It went on for minutes, slow thrust after slow thrust making her moan and finally groan in frustration as she got no closer to orgasm.

Why aren't we cumming? Sandra's voice sounded as frustrated as Annalise felt.

"Not- fast- enough!" Annalise panted, gasping as each thrust seemed to push all the air out of her lungs.

There was an annoyed groan in her mind. This thing can't change shape go faster!

Despite her difficulty thinking through the fog of pleasure that refused to push her closer to her climax, Annalise giggled. Despite the fact that she was sharing her every sensation, Sandra clearly wasn't as familiar with their shared body as Annalise was.

"Thicker, then, and harder on my clit!" Annalise explained. "Or you could free my hands..."

No, I like you where you are.

The metal dick in Annalise's hole swelled abruptly, ripples running along its length as it thickened to the point that she was stretched almost painfully wide.

Oh! That worked! Sandra gasped, as the sensations set of by the rippling movement in her pussy made Annalise gasp.

The dildo thrust deep inside again but didn't withdraw. This time, ridges began running along its surface, stimulating Annalise's pussy along the entire length of her channel in a way that she had never experience before but that sent bolt after bolt of pleasure racing up her spine, making her struggle against the net of metal holding her in place as her moans rose in volume.

Then the metal on her clit pressed in harder as well, more ripples making Annalise's toes curl in the grass as her leg muscles tensed and quivered. She gave up all attempts at keeping the mirror in sight as her eyes rolled back in her head and her head lolled on her shoulders.

The sound of her own moans filled her ears as Sandra's mental moans filled her head. The dildo in her pussy swelled and shrank erratically as Sandra lost concentration, but she managed to keep up the rippling, concentrating it now around Annalise's g-spot. Annalise was aware of her fluids leaking out of her pussy, which was still spread wide open by the metal tendrils Sandra had shaped from the armor.

Her moans turned into gasp and groans as jolts of pleasure kept racing through her body, radiating out from her stretched pussy and carrying her ever closer to her peak. She felt her legs jerk, fighting hard against the metal restraining them as the rippling metal against her clit pushed her right to the edge.

Then the rings of metal around her nipples tightened suddenly and twisted sharply, and the crashing wave of her orgasm washed over her.

She screamed hoarsely, hearing Sandra's mental voice scream as well, as the thick cock in her pussy changed shape erratically, stretching her even wider and pushing against her sensitized inner walls as the wave of pleasure made Sandra lose control.

Eventually, the pleasure faded, leaving her sweaty and tingling, slumped inside the cage of metal webbing still holding her in place. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the disheveled figure in the mirror, its blonde hair plastered against its forehead and its pussy still splayed open, a wet spot clearly visible on the blanket beneath.

She shuddered as the metal length inside her shrank, near-painful sensations running up her spine as her pussy was allowed to resume its normal width.

"Gah," she stammered, unable to form words.

All right, came Sandra's voice. Annalise was unsure whether she had recovered faster or if it was easier to speak if you didn't actually have to control lips and vocal cords. I'll ask, next time. But I don't think you're disappointed right now?

Annalise let out a hiccupping laugh. "No. But you can let go, now."

Oh, OK then. But I still think you look great like this.

The metal thinned again, letting Annalise move and shake her aching legs as the blanked resumed its blue color and crawled back onto her body. It took a little while, but eventually she was wearing a dress again, the metal formed back into a necklace and thick anklets.

"It's a good thing there are self-cleaning spells on this," Annalise commented, rubbing at the pussy-juices-soaked spot that had ended up on her left hip.

I had a little trouble getting it back into dress-shape just now, Sandra said.

"Well, I'm still feeling wobbly, so I'm not surprised you're having a little trouble concentrating."

I don't know, Sandra said, slyly. I think I need more practice. Maybe tomorrow?
