Again Etolie screams out, she cannot help it as pain surges through her in equal amounts of hate as her ass is punished to the point that she cannot control the flow of blood. A Sharpe pain goes through her shoulder as the edges of her vision darken, she longs for the sweet embrace of unconsciousness but she's in too much pain for it to come.

She's being punished quite thoroughly.

“Not … UGH … love ...” she grunts, she does not realize how things work in the Princesses culture but this certainly is not. There's enjoyment at playing with a new toy but that is all. She is kept from enjoying this as the Princess makes sure she doesn't with the pounding nature she sets though her passage is thick and pulsing around the tentacle there.

She feels the spray of cum along with the tight jaws that has her blood oozing from that bare shoulder as her blood continues to flow with her sobs but even with the excruciating pain she does not plead even for her to stop or at least slow her pride there doesn't let her, she knows it will do her no good. Tears flow down her cheeks from beyond her glasses as her pussy tightens against the tentacle inside her as it throbs vigorously around the invader her head slumps, forehead coming to rest upon the coins there that only move against her forehead as her body is jostled further.

"Shut up," says the Princess with her mouth still around Etolie's shoulder. "I ahh! Wasn't asking mmm... you..."

She shoves a tentacle in Etolie's mouth, letting it swell out to thickness that she hasn't displayed before and very nearly dislodging her jaw as she jams it down her throat. Then she begins pumping ink into her mouth, squirting out a gallon of the harsh, toxic-tasting substance into her mouth. Just seeing it makes her cum again, causing thick gushes of the creamy substance to burst from Etolie's horribly abused ass.

With that she's satisfied, shifting back to her human form and leaving Etolie sprawled atop the treasure in pools of red, white, and black fluids.

The Princess has no time to admire her handiwork, before she can let her ravenous appetite take control of her she rushes over to a pool filled with fish that she's stored just for this purpose and begins eating them all raw, often swallowing the creatures with a single bite. Etolie is left alone for now.

She was incensed now and if her words could get a rise out of the Princess then they would continue despite the pain she was in. There was simply no point now to remain quiet. Sure she could suffer in silence and hope that it grew no worse if she just behaved though why? She was being hurt as it was with the press of teeth against her flesh though she is about to retort it makes the press of a tentacle in her mouth serve as the perfect gag as she gurgles and gags on it as it swells.

The inky taste is gross, worse to chewing on a pen that explodes as there is no recourse but to swallow down the substance as she feels the Princesses goo once more filling her ass to capacity with that tentacle.

She was wrong though, now she feels full but as she is left alone there as the Princess leaves her she just lays there recovering as she breaths heavily, covered in slick juices, a horrid taste in her mouth from the ink. She's still making wretching sounds. Her hand seizes over on of the coins as she has an idea but releases the coin from her grasp in lieu of something else.

There are three witchcraft spells she had learned. One didn't have much use, another was somewhat ineffective and the third …

As the Princess gorges herself she tries to focus and concentrate never having to be so specific before and her concentration is rather limited as she begins the very first spell. She doesn't target the Princess that would be irrelevant to her purposes. Instead she targets the memory spell on herself. She had the precision of a surgeon but stops half way through it. She had intended to use the second witchcraft spell to put her to sleep but if she used the memory spell how would she recall to use it? The pain in her ass would give away what happened after all, she just wouldn't have the associated memory and seeing the Princess it would be easy to deduce who or what was responsible for this so it made no sense to do it now. Perhaps later.

For now though she just lays there spitting out some black ink on occasion.

Finally having eaten, the Princess's head clears. She pads back to Etolie, shocked at the abuse she's inflicted on her. What kind of asshole was she, honestly? Doing this to a girl she claimed to love?

Of course, it's her fault too for saying all those things and making me angry. And it doesn't matter because I can fix everything.

She's holding a jellyfish in her hand. "Etolie? Are you awake? This is going to sting, but it's also going to heal your injuries." Moving quickly forward, she places the jellyfish hard on Etolie's breast, letting it inject her with its venom. There is pain and then a numb creeping paralysis holds her still. She can still speak but can do nothing else.

"Just try to relax and let it do its work. Umm... I know you'd never give me another chance after what I did to you, so I'm going to clean you up and take away your memory of everything that happened after we left the Leviathan. That way I can figure out what I did wrong and try again." She leans over and stares into her eyes, expression completely distant. "But before I do that... I'm sorry."

She rises up, biting her lip as she goes to look for another creature she can harvest for her purpose.

“Y-Yeah,” her voice is strained as she bites back the pain as best as she can. The sting of the jelly fish stings but in comparison to what she has been through it is nothing. Her limbs are heavy as paralysis sets in.

What? An apology! Etolie had been incensed that such could be so easily wiped away but then she mentions erasing her memory, she had wanted to erase a select portion of it but wasn't sure she could do it in a way, her methods were limited in that whatever she did would hinder her further since she would loose some of it.

The shoe was on the other foot so to speak though Etolie was never as rough with her playthings. That and they were the hated poor. Rich girls could be her playthings too though that was by mutual consent. From these things she got good at her memory spells so she wouldn't get caught.But why would an apology matter for her? She didn't see any malice in the Princesses eyes so it eased her reactions a bit, did she genuinely mean that?

This played with her CDR making her feel quite weak and helpless to the point that she considered a reevaluation of her methods for she had not been dominated in quite a fashion.

She had realized that the Princess was flighty. But was she? Was she infactuated in some bizarre fashion? Etolie stared back for sje could do little with the paralysis affecting her, a warmth flowing outward from the stinging sensation.

“I … I can answer that ...” she pauses. “I think ...” She's unsure if she should say anything too inciteful as she recognizes the changes and her battered body yearns for this relief.

“I can help you understand if you won't get mad ...” Etolie considers a few things. “Up to now I was afraid in parts but ...”

She considers then a question hits her mind. “Wait, what do you mean about trrying again? With another? With me?” She's a little confused and needs a bit of clarity though the warmth that spreads though her isvery soothing.

The Princess reaches beneath Etolie and picks her up, supporting her back and legs in her arms. "Yes you. I wasn't lying about the things I said. It's just troublesome dealing with a human who expects special treatment when all my life I've treated others how I wished. You're probably right that I don't know what love is but... I want to. So I'm going to take your memory of the past hour away and leave you with just the fun times we had, so I can try again with what I've learned."

She kneels down in a shallow pool of water, fresh water that she's transported here just in case it came in handy (she drinks salt water, but it has its uses). Cupping it in her hands, she begins splashing it over Etolie, washing the blood and fluids off of her. "Yeah? What do you have to say?"

“I … I wouldn't be opposed to forgetting the last hour or so. But ...” she pauses. And thinks on the matter. “I think I would come to resent such attention, no, I know I would. It's not often that I lack control even if I can control one thing at the worse of times … that is not to say that two dominant minded individuals can't work together. In many ways we are the same. We are both use to getting what we want.”

She considers as she is cleaned. She won't remember how she lost the locket either … “Keep the locket hidden, least I get suspicious if I see it since I won't remember it being taken. If I see it then I will only start poking around to see what else I don't remember, what I wouldn't want to remember.

“But it is like this in a nut shell. I may be wrong but you seem similar enough to me where I think I got it right. You're use to getting what you want. I doubt that no is even in your vocabulary. Who would deny a Princess? But with love you have to make those sacrifices. Even if they go contrary to what you have learned. It's not all about your needs or wants all the time but seeking to fulfill another. There is often some give and take here I am told. I am a bit to selfish to have had more than playthings.

“But I think there's something that might appease you if your still with me so far,” what she had said was pretty basic, she wasn't trying to incite her but she wanted to make sure that the Princess was getting this right in her head with few errors as possible.

The Princess purses her lips and frowns, thinking about what Etolie is saying. All this stuff about 'no' and 'sacrifices' made little sense against her alien culture. She supposed she'd have to keep it in mind though, either that or just erase the girl's memory a lot.

She picks her up from the water and brings her over to a flat stone alter, lying her down atop it. She leans over and brushes some hair from Etolie's face.

"Yes?"

“I know this must be a bit, well new. Going from instant gratification all the time to having to wait for something, work at it a lot or even go without. The most important thing doesn't become you but your lover. Resentment is bound too come up again too, I have CDR, real bad CDR. I was diagnosed with it when I was a little girl but it never made a difference. With my status I was near always in control too and didn't want for anything.

“But that made me a bit selfish too. I've never had a real boyfriend or girlfriend unable to sacrifice as I told you. But ...” she pauses for a moment trying to look at the Princess since she could not move. The jellyfish poison was certainly doing something as she felt warm and her wounds throbbed pleasantly. Her ass was only a dull ache already but the venom just started.

“How does a partnership sound? I wouldn't expect you to give up control often and I can't stand it myself but if we have someone else present we wouldn't be at constant war for control or rather I don't think I would resent that. It can be the same person or different. I leave the rich ones alone, their less fun in my experience anyway always having that control.

“What do you think?”

The Princess blinks a few time. "A... partnership? To do what? Ohh! Her face widens into a deviant grin. "You want to introduce your little friends to me. I love it. I believe I'll suggest the idea in just a bit."

She moves elsewhere in the cave, outside of Etolie's vision. When she returns she removes the jellyfish and pours some kind of thick slime down the girl's throat. "Now," she murmurs to the prone woman, holding up a saw built from a swordfish's beak. "Wish me luck. I've never done brain surgery before."

And then Etolie blacks out.

When she wakes up she's leaning against a smooth rock, in a shallow pool of cool water. She can't remember anything that happened after the two left the Leviathan. She's uninjured except for a faint headache. The Princess is sitting silently before her in mermaid form, staring creepily at her as she rouses.

“Yeah. That should work. There shouldn't be too much if any resentment, I'd feel privileged with not being a victim and their would be a third party that we both could dominate without butting heads with each other. Your methods are far more sophisticated than mine so I could see that working as a relationship-partnership.

“I think we could both live with that and you wouldn't have to waste much time looking around either. I know a fair amount of memory spells well in truth most are variants of the same spell but I could even blank minds afterward.”

Etolie was no stranger to this sort of thing. She hated being raped of course but understood the mind set better. There were things that weren't universal but many that she herself could interfere. She's unsure how the deep ocean would work for a location since she'd be the air supply for both girls but there was something enticing about having a third party to torment together. Her CDR would appreciate that. She tries to smile but the lip muscles really don't move too much, about the only muscle outside of her tongue that's working.

“Princess Tidal ...” she waits until she has her attention. It is ultra rare that she does this but here goes. “I'm sorry … some of the things I said were rather harsh, it's part of the CDR, part something else ...” she lets out a sigh though when the Princess returns with that liquid poured down her throat at first she thinks its the drought to make her forget not an anesthetic. Her eyes go wide behind her glasses. Brain surgery!

She sees the saw. “No, wait -”

And then she finds herself elsewhere, fingers pressing to her temple as she tries to remember where she was, what she had been doing. She's naked but feels a dull ache from her head. Had she blacked out? Did the Princess take too long to give her air? She wasn't sure.

At first she thinks she's allow as she tries to get her barrings by looking around. So plainly the Princess was sitting before her but she is so still that Etolie misses her at first.

She herself is in a pool of sorts and the Princess is staring at her in such a way that she thinks there may be something on her face. She touches it though her fingers come away clean.

“What? What happened? I remember so whale thing and getting ready to avoid a bit of cleaning – where are we?” She looks about again. That's right, there was something about there being a possibility of the pressure killing her.

When the Princess sees Etolie awake, her strange expression softens. She lowers her eyes and tentatively places a hand over Etolie's.

"I... I have to apologize to you, my beautiful fish," she says softly. "The truth is, after we left, you panicked and forgot to breathe. I rushed you to breathable air and performed CPR, so you're fine but... I took things too far. I was having fun scaring you, but I didn't know how good a job I was at doing it. I'm sorry."

That fits and she doesn't question it knowing that the Princess had no end for these things that she wished to do and tended to miss these things or take them to far. She doesn't remember the incident but that was normal, right? At least for some people …

“I hope you've learned your lesson ...” she was mad but there was no heat behind it since try as she might she couldn’t remind the incident but eventually her demeanor softens. It's not often … hell it's never, that a monster apologizes to her.

“Forgiven, just don't do it again.” She thinks. “What about the tonic and water pressure? I'm assuming it worked, else we wouldn't be have this conversation your Majesty or is that what you address Queens by and your Highness for Princesses, never had been in the presence of royalty before so I never bothered in learning the proper etiquette.”

The Princess's face goes wide into a smile. "Tell you what. I'm going to let you call me whatever you want."

She rises up, form shimmering and being replaced by bare legs which saunter casually away. She reaches into a pool and pulls out the locket, returning to Etolie and pulling it around her neck again. "I took that off while we were under so it didn't get caught on anything and strangle you, since I was in a hurry. You probably want it back."

She kneels before Etolie, brushing hair from her face. "It's almost time to take you back to the surface. But first there's something I'd like to discuss. How would you like to bring some of your little friends to me? We can play with them if you'd like. Make them do whatever you want. And we don't have to be nearly as gentle with them as I was with you."

She was fond of just calling her by her title and not her name. “Princess then, unless you'd prefer any other.”

But her eyes go wide as the Princess returns with her locket, her hand going up to her neck instinctively. The locket was always there save for when she was going through metal detectors or the like. She wouldn't have noticed it being gone until later though would have tried in vain to remember what happened to it.

She discovered her locket was indeed gone and smiles as she takes it from her. She opens it and looks at the picture on the right side of it, her mother and father. A baby photo is on the other side but she ignores that for the most part. She shows the Princess if interested before closing the locket and securing it around her neck.

“Thank you, I didn't even realize it was gone. I probably would have when dressing though.”

She listens to the idea and grins. The Princesses methods were far more complex than hers and she could learn a thing or two. She chuckles then shakes her head briefly.

“Well, I don't have any real friends. Superficial ones that grant lip service and are more associates though I like the idea. I tend to have playthings that aren't so privileged. Will they work?” It was an interesting proposal and while she did have a sadistic side she had never really let it get out of hand. It gives her an idea though. There was this girl, Nola, one of her lessers that she was considering giving the privilege of being her servant as the school hadn't allowed her access to one and there were plenty of things that she took for granted such as not having her contacts today. But if Nola knew she was associated with a monster that could intimidate her more so than a bribe would.

But there were plenty of girls to choose from. “Is there any criteria that you'd prefer? Hair and eye color? Interests perhaps?”