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False Jaina's Crusade	By : Lord22 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 39796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Sixteen: Jaina's Mass Production
Jaina was doing what she did best.
One of her bodies was between Anveena's legs. Her tongue entered the girl's ultratight nethers. Behind Jaina, her massive ass was being pounded by a doomguard. The sensation of him inside her was nothing special, she'd had far better poundings. But Jaina knew that an ordinary woman would have gone mad with pleasure.
Her other body was making out with Anveena, running her hands across the blondes gigantic tits. The two identical blondes shared spit and tongues at once. The tentacles filled their holes, connecting them and pounding them.
They groped and kissed, driven to new levels of pleasure, before a final fall.
Once again, their minds shattered and were pieces back together as they lay in each other's arms. This was a daily occurrence now, Jaina's mind shattered regularly. Perhaps it was because the repair work left little fractures that couldn't be patched. Or perhaps Jaina didn't have any incentive not to break down. She let herself lose all semblance of intelligent thought.
It had even become a game of sorts. Jaina would walk where she was not supposed to, and seduce demons into raping her into oblivion. Then she would be returned and subjected to some new game. One where the only purpose was her own destruction and resurrection as a slut.
"Having fun, ladies?" asked Mistress.
"Yes, Mistress!" said Anveena, pushing Jaina into her bosom further. "Anveena and Jaina have been playing a lot!"
"I'm glad you've settled so well into your roles. But Jaina, I'd like some defiance," said Mistress.
Instantly, Jaina channeled her old self, bringing up memories of who she used to be. She put on a miserable appearance. But she also made sure to stay cute and feel up her own rumps on reflex. "Yes... yes, Mistress!"
"Now, it's time we got to the second birthing cycle, wouldn't you say?" asked Mistress. "The tentacles have missed you, I'm sure."
Then she snapped her fingers, and Jainas bodies and Anveena were raised into the air. As they were, Anveena was sandwiched between Jaina's two sets of bosoms. At once, Anveena began kissing Jaina, as the other girls were pulled up. Vashj was raised up, hissing mindlessly. So was Vanessa Vancleef, newly expanded, and Tyrygosa and all the rest.
Last of all, Mistress drew out the hourglass that had once been Sally Whitemane. With a flick, it warped back into the immense breasted, white-haired woman. Soon her gigantic tits began to shrink down so that she was only Jaina's size.
"What... what..." gasped Sally, before being lifted into the air.
"Give Sally Whitemane a greeting, will you, and let's get started," said Mistress.
Then Mistress grabbed one of Jaina's bodies and hurled it at Sally. Their breasts bounced off eachother in midair. Jaina wrapped her legs around Sally's waist, before kissing her.
And then the birthing began.
Jaina and Sally both had their mouths forced open. The spirits of their children began to climb out of them. Moaning, Jaina saw Sally blush, realizing this was her first time. Jaina watched with adoration as her children were created, and so did the others.
Mistress examined it and looked to Jaina. With a motion, she drew Jaina's bodies toward her. Sally and Anveena then plunged against her asses. "...Interesting."
"What... what is it, Mistress?" asked Jaina.
"Usually broodmothers go one of two ways as they produce more children," said Mistress. "They either remain the same in levels of production, sometimes for years. Or they gradually start to have more and more difficulty producing us.
"The strain on their mana reserves burn out, and they are reduced to husks. Like those, you saw when you first came here.
"Of course, there are some unusual few. Ladies who can provide a steady stream of children indefinitely. You're one of those, Jaina. That's why I was able to separate you into two bodies. You had so much innate mana that you could create more broodmothers than your body could support.
"But, this is truly unique."
"What is it?" asked Jaina, curious, and wondering if it would break her again.
"Everyone bore twins, with the exception of Vanessa who produced one," said False Jaina. "Each and every one of you produced more children on this round than on previous installments. I believe that the high concentration of powerful entities has led to a creep in mana capacity. Certainly, Anveena's presence has ensured your mana reserves continued to grow.
"Best of all is you, Jaina.
"You... both of your bodies produced triplets.
"And you're not even tired, are you?"
Jaina realized she wasn't. Where the others were in exhaustion, except Anveena, Jaina wasn't. She felt as though she could fuck for a thousand years. "N... no Mistress.
"Have I done something wrong?"
False Jaina kissed her on both sets of lips. "Far from it, Jaina.
"In fact, I think you might just be the greatest Broodmother I've ever created. All of the other girls were showing signs of mana diminishment before I used Anveena to shore them up. But you..." False Jaina swung her staff to slap Jaina cross her tits. "Your bodies just bounced right back like your tits.
"And with Anveena's help, your fertility rate has increased exponentially.
"You've just broken the record on the number of births, and you didn't break a sweat. Only physical impossibility was a limit on your birthing. If you'd had more wombs, you probably could have had even more..."
Jaina realized what Mistress was planning. And some remnant of her old self raised concern. She channeled it to put forward fear. Mistress liked her fear mixed with lust. "Oh no, please don't..."
False Jaina's hands shot forward and plunged into Jaina's bosoms. As she did, Jaina felt her mana surged forward into her hands. Little by little, Mistress began to pull two blonde heads out of Jaina's body, and two more sets of eyes opened. Jaina moaned as she felt a new two bosoms coming out of her others.
"It's a good thing you like foursomes Jaina," said False Jaina. "Because you'll have ample time to experiment." Then with a final haul, Jaina's bodies were multiplied by two. As she split up, Jaina felt four separate orgasms. She moaned, tongues hanging out like dogs as her bodies fell together in a heap.
"And hardly a blip on your mana reserves," said False Jaina. "I've got plans for you, Jaina. Plans as big as your tits." And then, she grabbed two of Jaina's bodies and began to create two more.
"Ah!" moaned Jaina, feeling her desperation becoming very real. "Ah! Please... don't..." Another set of orgasms ran through Jaina as she gained two more bodies. False Jaina became Kirrasan and tossed them aside before taking hold of her again.
"No problems yet," said Kirrasan.
"No! NO!" screamed Jaina's bodies, relishing her own desperate helplessness.
Six bodies screamed and orgasmed as Jaina was turned into eight buxom blondes. And Kirrasan took hold of her again.
"Again," said Kirrasan.
"Please!" screamed Jaina as she became ten.
Kirrasan enjoyed every moment of this, and so was Jaina, as she made her twelve. "And again.
"Hmm, it looks like I've burned through a quarter of your mana, Jaina. Let's go for half."
Then she raised a hand, and Jaina's twelve bodies were raised into the air. Each pair were turned around and had their lips forced together. Their legs went to rub against their groins on reflex as Kirrasan began to cast a much larger spell.
"My bodies..." cried Jaina, knowing the Mistress enjoyed her narration. "I'm going to lose my mind!" She hoped Mistress enjoyed this more than she did, and she was enjoying it a lot. Jaina hated Mistress and loved hating her as much as she loved her.
"Don't worry, Jaina," said Kirrasan. "I'll just put it back together again!"
"I can't..." began Jaina.
And then she was stretched to her limit. Her twelve bodies became twenty-four in a single instant as she orgasmed hard and fast. Her mind shattered, was reformed, and shattered again. At last, she collapsed to the ground.
Jaina Proudmoore was a hivemind of impossibly busty blondes. She existed to serve Mistress and provide her entertainment.
"Hmm, you know Jaina, I've had a lot of fun with you over the years," said Kirrasan. "But, I think the time has about come for me to retire you. Put you away in some nice, pleasurable fate, while I get to work on a new favorite."
"Mistress..." said Jaina, not wanting it to end.
"I've been thinking about what fate would fit you," said Kirrasan. "I wanted it to be something special. Now I wonder; Why not subject you to them all."
"No..." said Jaina, enjoying the final horror of her fate.
"You, Jaina Proudmoore, are going to become a race," said Kirrasan. "I'm going to turn your many bodies into a self-perpetuating species. One that creates more of Jaina Proudmoore of every shape and size." Summoning a whip, she slapped it across many of Jaina's breasts. "What do you think Jaina?
"Do you want to become an endless swarm of impossibly busty sluts? I'll give you a choice. It'll happen to you no matter what, but I'll let you feel how you want."
A choice, to feel however, she wanted to feel. It would not change what happened, but Jaina... Jaina had a choice. But what to say here? "...Yes," said Jaina's original body under her breathe.
"Hmm, I can't hear you," said Kirrasan.
"I am Jaina Proudwhore, your loyal slut!" screamed Jaina's bodies in unison. "PLEASE MISTRESS! TURN ME INTO A RACE OF SLUTS!"
Kirrasan smiled proudly. "...You are everything I could have hoped for." Then she picked her way among Jaina's limp bodies and pulled her original up by the hair. Light, Jaina looked sexy while held up by the blonde hair like that. "Now then, this body is your original, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress," moaned Jaina's original body. As she spoke, she tried to get the hang of controlling all these limbs. Of feeling all these tits, it was... glorious.
Kirrasan leaned in and kissed her. This was no short peck, but a deep and passionate kiss goodbye, and Jaina made the most of it. For a moment, their tongues dueled, before Kirrasan drew back. "Good.
"You'll make an excellent Mother for the Queen. Anveena, as I commanded."
Anveena stood up energetic as always. "Yes, Mistress. Jaina and Anveena will become one."
Anveena cast a spell, the motion sending her breasts bouncing.
"What are..." began Jaina.
Then Anveena's entire form began to radiate energy like the sun, surging forward toward Jaina. Their lips met in a kiss, and then Anveena's entire form seemed to melt into her. It poured down Jaina's throat, filling her body with massive amounts of energy. As it did, that energy shot out to her other clones, creating networks of power between them.
"Simple enough, Jaina," said Kirrasan. "New succubi are born by implanting a fragment of another succubus' spirit. That fragment transforms into a new one. Anveena, however, is a fragment of the Sunwell's energy, saturated with my power.
"And right now, her spirit is mutating within you as a Broodmother.
"Anveena has very little identity of her own, and her appearance and traits were based on you. Combined with that, her power has been mixing with yours. You are already connected."
"Get to the point!" moaned Jaina, frustrated at the idea of never fucking Anveena again. Mistress wouldn't waste a body like that, would she? Yes, Jaina had the same body, but Anveena had an innocent charm...
"Anveena is about to be reborn as a perfect fusion of everything I want from you," said Kirrasan. "Up until now, you've resided equally within each body of yours."
Then Jaina felt power being drawn from her other bodies and into her, no, into her womb. Suddenly she screamed as agony went into her, her very soul stretching as her mouth opened wide. Jaina felt as though this body was being hollowed out like she had become nothing more than a suit. And as the creature riled within her, Jaina found her mouth widening even more. As she did, her original body suddenly began to stretch, and a black clawed hand came out of her mouth.
Taking hold of it, it stretched Jaina out and pulled her down. Jaina's body collapsed like a suit, and out of her mouth came a face like hers, but with dark skin and glowing green eyes. Horns were on her head, and her mouth was worked down to reveal two bare shoulders. As it came down, Jaina was stretched further and further to accommodate her immense bosom. Finally, she was past, and Jaina fell in a heap, catching only on her child's rear for a moment before being shaken off.
Two black wings came out of the creatures back, it was her, but in a demonic form. And Jaina liked it. "The difference between you and me, Jaina. I actually accomplish my goals," she said. Then she turned and pointed one clawed figure at the skin at her feet.
A bolt of magic shot forward and hit the skin. Instantly it began to rise up, and Jaina found herself restored to her original body. Her long hair flowed around her and before her eyes. Her golden locks became white, leaving only a single strand of blonde hair on her. Jaina's original body fell forward onto her breasts.
"What about... Anveena..." said the other bodies.
"She is as much an extension of myself now as you are," said Dreadlord Jaina, enjoying the sensation of her control. "But I suppose it wouldn't do to let her go to waste. So, we'll return her to things soon enough.
"We're going to have an entire strain of us based on Anveena. Just as we'll have strains around all our incarnations. We'll be the mistress of every lord, the consort of every demon, an employee of every brothel.
"And you, Mother," she gripped Original Jaina and drew her up so they were face to face. "You whose iron willpower allowed your mind to develop enough for this moment of creation..." She kissed her, a hard and forceful kiss. "You deserve a special fate."
Jaina was looking forward to this. All three of herself.
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