She can't help it, her body so stuffed and assailed further her pussy continues to clench against the invaders, her eyes squeeze closed her head tilted back as a halo of brown hair floats by the whim of the current, most of the black ink was out of it by this stage.

She still has a hold on that slimy appendage behind her. Each time time it reforms she's quick to seize it again.

Soft cries spill out of her lips as her g-spot is hit again and again driving her further to the brink as her pussy rolls against the cock and tentacle in ever flowing waves of pleasure that storm over her.

Wanting to fully dominate her little fish, the Princess bites down on her nipple, hard enough to leave a mark. One of her tentacles brushes against Etolie's clit, suckers tugging gently on it. Once it's drawn out and stimulated, the Princess grabs Etolie's bitch button and gives it a rough squeeze. Spurred on by her own aggression, she begins thrusting more savagely into Etolie with both her tentacle and her cock, using that unearthly strength she has. She loves the feel of Etolie's malleable cunt, yielding and reshaping to her powerful pounds.

Her cries are incoherent bubbles as her breast is bitten, overly sensitive breasts that ache her clit is played with and forced into making a showing, the aphrodisiac still pumping through her makes it so that it does not take long for it to make a showing as she roughly handles it.

Etolie's passage fights against the tentacle and cock though her passage is sickened with the very heat of her passage as spurned on by her arousal. She is beside herself for it is not often that she is cast in these rolls, her CDR urging her to always be in control of a situation though this is something that she is hardly use to.

Her mouth nuzzles the Princesses neck, soft little nips there until she has the need for more air and presses her lips back to the Princess for another breath.

The Princess gasps with pleasure when she feels her student's teeth and lips on her neck, the display of affection spurring her lovemaking to greater levels of ferocity.

"That's right little fish," she tells Etolie, her speech punctuated with frenzied grunts. "You can have all the air and cum you want."

She presses her lips against Etolie's firmly and leaves them there, making sure she no longer has to be distracted by being unable to breathe. With the ache of her lungs and skull slowly ebbing away she can concentrate of the feeling of tentacles against her clit and deep inside her pussy. Soon a second joins the first along with the Princess's cock, the boneless organ easily compressing to fit inside, but also spreading Etolie's legs quite wide, stuffing her to capacity.

"Mm, that feels nice," murmurs the Princess, only breaking away from the kiss for a moment. She keeps her cock on the edge of those lips against Etolie's special spot, more interested in feeling the flesh of her pussy as opposed to her own tentacles. "Do you think you can fit another one? Probably not..." With that thought said she captures Etolie's lips again, signalling dominance with every twist and pull of her mouth and giving Etolie breath and tongue in equal measure.

There is little that she can do against the tentacles save for enjoying the matter, her eyes close, she know moans into the Princesses mouth stealing as much air as she is able too. The concern about breathing is no longer there though the hallucination is still distraction until the sensation of ooze lessens then fades with the pleasure that she feels.

“Mmmm ...” with the ooze vanishing and this pleasure assailing her Etolie brings her one free hand down to her crotch, pointing at the tentacle embedded there and then trying to slip the cock out of her. If she's allowed to do just that she rubs her fingers against a tentacle before she guides it to her core using it to brush against her heated sex being trying to wriggle it inside her.

The tentacles are bigger, thicker but due to their boneless nature can compress themselves a bit easier. That and she is less worried about the ink since the Princess had not yet said anything about it.

The Princess's cock resists Etolie's hands. It's plunging in too fast and too forcefully for her to be able to get it out. The Princess doesn't seem to understand what Etolie is attempting, since all she succeeds at doing is stroke her off a bit and get her fingers smashed against their groins.

"Ooh, that's nice little fish, you're gonna make me-" Suddenly the Princess's eyes go wide and her pupils dilate. Hurriedly she pulls her tentacles out from Etolie's pussy, causing them to drag firmly against the walls thanks to their clingy suckers and the cramped space. In another moment it's just her cock, increasing in urgency and tempo. It only takes a few short thrusts before the Princess screams in pleasure and shoots all of her futa cum deep inside Etolie.

It seems she was lying about there being twice as much. Compared to the deposit she made in Etolie's mouth, there has to be far more than that, an endless stream to flood the walls between her slight thighs.

The Princess gasps with exertion, arms and tentacles all wrapped around Etolie, cock still lodged inside her, while excess cum floats out of her pussy.

"So," she says hoarsely. "Feeling any better?"

She has no success single handed as she frantically works to release the cock from her stuffed passage with her single hand as the other is still being restrained and is quiete useless at this stage.

But all she serves to do is hasten the inevitable rather than thwart it. Sensitive nipples jut outward her eyes go wide in terror as she feels the Princess unleash inside her, and unleash she did until streams of the substance flowed out of her as they mixed with the water.

'NOOOOOO' but the sound more muffled bubbles as her eyes tear out at the feeling inside her. The cock still lodged inside her, her mind somewhat numb see misses the question though her walls convulse around that embedded member that experiences the sheer bliss that sweeps though her passage, clamping down against her again and again as a tremor rushes though her body spreading warmth through every inch of her being just as the vents warm the external layer of her flesh at that given moment.

It seems so pointless now with so much cum coating her but her hand tries again to slip the cock from out of her figuring it should be easier now at least.

The Princess pulls out, her cock dissolving into nothing as she retakes her more traditional nereid form and shimmering fish tail.

"We're almost there," she breathes, grabbing Etolie by the wrist and dragging her along. Soon there is light in the grim darkness, a school of fish swim beside them in a line, each one glowing with unearthly light. Before them sits the gaping mouth of a cave.

The Princess stops swimming.

"I don't know how much you know about physics, being a chemist and all. But... once you're under all that rock, the water pressure is going to be absorbed by the stone and you'll start to decompress... if you were still an ordinary human. That means your blood vessels expand with the release of pressure and you suffer something that you humans call 'the bends.' Or to put it in simpler terms, you pop like a bottle of soda that got jostled too much before it was open. That can mean anything from mild discomfort, to a heart attack, stroke, or an instant death. But don't be afraid! I can fix any of those things, except for a heart attack, stroke, or death. And umm... please try not to die, since if you do then all I can really do to cover it up is try and clone you, but I'm not very good at that and people will probably wonder why your IQ dropped to 60 and you lost the ability to speak. But if the treatment worked, your blood is now like mine and it no longer reacts to external pressure."

She speaks cheerfully and at a clip face, seeming completely unconcerned with all of the dire possibilities.

"So..." she says beckoning to the mouth of the cave. "Whenever you're ready."

Almost where? She sees the rock and the glowing fish thinking at first that the fish were just another delusion thought that state had passed. Despite herself she still felt the mild arousal of the urchin toxin, and of course there were her swollen and sensitive breasts from the eel's blood

She listens to the Princess. Really, she couldn't fix much of anything if it happened it sounded like and while her vision was still poor she could make out the stone.

That bitch Izumi was big into psychics and would probably know all the particulars. She had a vague understanding of it but now she figured that if the pressure didn't kill her an alien bursting out of her chest would. Perhaps that was why the Princess was “concerned” about her dying. If she were dead then she couldn't bring this child or was it children to fruition. She could not remember which the Princess had mentioned so concerned about preventing that and of course the delusion.

Instead of pausing though she swims towards the rock eager to get on which it for it had not mattered to her if she “popped” she'd be dead regardless … whether she was cloned or not wouldn't be her problem. She hoped that she didn't pop but how much time did that buy her?

Etolie swims into the cave, knowing her fate is sealed either way. Could she really have come so far only to die?

Nothing happens when she breaches the mouth of the opening. Well, something does but it's not too unpleasant. She feels her insides making subtle adjustments to compensate for the massive difference in pressure, and then she's fine.

The Princess swims in behind her, examining her nervously and then with undisguised relief, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her deeper into the tunnel.

"So, it looks like you made it, little fish. You're now the first human to submerge themselves three-thousand yards beneath the sea. I would have congratulated you earlier, but the whole thing is really much more impressive now that we know that you're going to live through it."

The tunnel narrows as they travel through it, until it can barely fit the two of them. The Princess unashamedly presses against Etolie as she carries her the distance.

And then they surface, into a cavern filled with air and glowing with strange red rocks in the ceiling. Shallow pools of water are littered with what look like random trinkets and knick knacks.

"We're finally here," says the Princess. "And hey, you're alive in one piece, and the first human who can withstand the depths. I mean, don't get any ideas, you still can't breathe down here, or fend off predators, and it'll take some more exposure before the hallucinations go away. But hey, it's a start."

She has mixed feelings about this, sure she's alive and she's gratful fore that but now what was she? An incubator for some monstrosity? That scene in the movie had freaked her out but she had thought little of it utnil now.

Etolie looks about their new surroundings though unable to see much she cannot appreciate the beauty as much as she would have other wise.

Wait, what did she mean by additional exposure to the hallunagenic? Now that she could survive down her was the Princess intending to keep bringing her here? She was afraid in this freaky unfamilar world.

Able to breath freely for the time being at least she gazes at the Princess, a blue blur that causes her to narrow her gaze..

“I could have been killed out there several times over. I do not appreciate that! Now what? Am I going to be kept her to incubate a child? It's clear that I can't make it to the surface from here on my own.”

Each time she went to the beach something happened. She had just went back after a few months to have this freaky encounter.

“And you could have told me that I couldn't speak, that's typical.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head her anger overcoming her fear right now. “Knowing full well you wouldn't have to live up to any terms.”

The Princess gets most of the gunk off of Etolie's glasses and slips them over her head. "Don't be so dramatic. You've spent this entire time as my plaything, under my attentive care. If you appeared to be in danger, it's only because I chose to make it seem that way. Well... except for the water pressure, that really could have killed you. But the science you've advanced by surviving is priceless."

She circles around Etolie, giving her waist a soft little stroke. Her grin widens. "And no, you aren't really pregnant. I know you're not a biologist, but surely you've noticed that we're two different species, and it's going to take a little more than my jizz in your womb to make it happen. No, you'll go back to the surface shortly, from a shortcut here in my lair. I brought you here because you caught my eye, with your leadership and command over your peers. The way they bowed to your will marked you as a unique and exquisite woman. I wanted to bring you here to show you my own conquests. Every time a desperate little slut goes chasing after my pussy, I take something that belongs to them and keep it here, to remind me of my power over them. I thought perhaps someone like you could appreciate that."

She puts a hand over Etolie's neck. "Oh and speaking of which..." she pulls Etolie's pendant up and over her head, and then tosses it in a pool of water amongst other glittering trinkets.

“I have seen my share of weird things here … strange abilities and …” she shook her head a little though she was still uncertain as her hand smooths down over her stomach uncertain. Now she herself had understood the notion of collecting prizes. She didn't only because she did not want incriminating evidence though she supposed her scrap book of photos was sort of her trophy book, random shots of other things with her victims somewhere in the background so they weren't readily noticed.

But why bring her here unless …

Was the Princess laying claim to her? Was that what she meant? No. Her eyes widen at the loss of the gold heart shaped locket. Hearing it splash into a pool she rushes to the edge of it but does not immediately see where it had landed amongst the glittering other objects.

She drops to her knees, with her glasses she can thankfully see better.

“No! Take the glasses, I need that locket!” Apparently more than she needed to see. The glasses she could replace, the locket she couldn't. “At least take another in it's place.” She turns and locks at the Princess then back to the pool at the various lockets, necklaces, rings and bracelets she sees.

The Princess comes up behind Etolie, letting her foot splash in a pool of water and then turning her human legs into a mass of black tentacles. "Well well," she whispers heatedly, hands resting on Etolie's thighs. "Given the position you've put yourself in, I think I can guess what you're offering in its place." The head of her erect cock presses against Etolie's asshole.

"What makes it so special to you anyway?"

”No don't! Keep it!” Her eyes widen as she feels the Princess behind her though she's paralyzed with fright at the moment. Her body tenses up against the feeling. The indignity that she was about to suffer through.

“It's … it's been in my family for three generations now. I am suppose to pass it along to my daughter someday ...”

She shivers, her head sinks in defeat, wet locks cascading about her features as she's shivering visible, but given where she was there was no way that she could get out of this nor the hateful feeling that rises up within her, her heart beats in her chest, silently she begs for forgiveness, at discarding the locket to quickly for not enduring the inevitable though she had no choice in the matter, this was going to happen and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.