Sorceror's Mistress

"Reconnaissance duty, yet again? More like they have a sadistic sense of humor," Andraia muttered to herself as she scoped out the parameters. She was bonded within the coordinates set to "survey". She certainly didn't know how to break the bonding charm, so she was left at the whim of whatever mischievous game this was. Andraia rolled her eyes and muttered yet again in a sarcastic tone, "Thanks guys…just thanks…" She could swear she heard snickering, but was well aware it wasn't coming from a physical source nearby. This frustrated her even more, as she couldn't punch the disembodied laughter in the face. She growled in frustration and swung at the air instead, over-swinging which sent her off balance and falling over clumsily over a short wall into a courtyard with a high pitched yelp.

Eleanor Tremaine slammed her book down on the bench she was sitting on and glared in the direction of the clamber. "What is the meaning of this?" Andraia groaned a bit, rubbing her sore head, and as she attempted to stand up, noticed her backside was also bruised. She slowly turned turned towards the irate woman sheepishly. This was embarrassing to no end. And if the one who cast this charm was watching, they were probably having a hay day. But she didn't dare display any more temper at the predicament, that had caused her enough injury. She was certain she had suffered a concussion as her head was swimming, not to mention all the other contusions. The witness in the courtyard was merely rubbing salt into the wounds as Andraia was quite certain she was stuck here and it was more than likely this woman's house. Before she could even attempt to see how far she could get away, she felt an extremely firm gripping hand on her shoulder that demanded she face the owner. Met with striking emerald eyes the voice asked rather vehemently, "Who are you and what are you doing at my house?" And that was the last thing Andraia remembered before passing out that afternoon.

Andraia awoke disoriented. She was in a bed, hearth ablaze to the side. She made out a shadowy figure pacing across the path of the firelight. Figuring it must be Mesis, she called out, "I had an incredibly weird dream, babe." The figure promptly stopped pacing, and walked over to the bed. It was the woman whom she thought was in her dream. Andraia quickly threw her hand over her mouth, another moment of embarrassment to add to the ticker. She was going 0 for 3 today. The good news was the woman seemed to have softened her demeanor. As she came to the bedside and sat down on the mattress, she had a concerned look on her face. "Thank heavens you're okay, child, you gave me quite a scare." Andraia blinked in disbelief of the situation, but bothered to ask, "Where am I?" The woman promptly responded with, "Le Chateau de Tremaine. My name is Eleanore. Now I'd like to ask a few questions. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Andraia pushed herself up into a sitting position, "Andraia Treader, maam, and as for the reasoning of me being here, it's a long story..." She grabbed her head, still in a groggy haze. Lady Tremaine leaned over to a bedside table with a bowl, wringing a rag out of it, and reached up to remove Andraia's hand from her head. She then dabbed the rag along Andraia's forehead. "Well, in your current state, I'm certain you'll have time to explain yourself later. I'm pretty sure you'll need some time to recover, and I'm not going to let you go anywhere until then."

Andraia remembered the whole situation fully and muttered to herself, "You could say something like that..." as the woman inquired hastily, "What was that?" to which Andraia replied, "oh nothing" with sheepish blush to her cheeks. Why did they send her here in the first place? It must've been this woman, but why?

"You know, I could report you for trespassing." The manner of her tone had changed abruptly. Although the girl had had passed out in the courtyard and yes, it did concern her, she was after all there without permission. "The law states that you could be hanged for that." She had gracefully put the rag away and set her hands in her lap, her eyes set in a glare, those emerald eyes gleaming in the firelight among the shadows. As Andraia couldn't run away from the estate, the bonding charm was too strong for that, this would prove to be a tricky situation if she didn't smooth things over with the lady of the house. "Oh please don't report me. I'll do anything you ask." Andraia placed a hand on top of the woman's, meeting her gaze with a pleading look. At that, she raised an eyebrow curiously, looking down at their hands and then returning contact of the eyes. Andraia even detected her breath hitching a bit. The silence was getting, well, awkward. Andraia was about to recoil as she let out a "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." but Eleanor actually held onto her hand tightly. "Anything, you say?" The girl nodded compliantly, in the back of head it was dawning on her how this wicked game was being set up, even though blackmail seemed to be such a common practice in her lifetime. And to be honest, it wouldn't be that horrible if the road curved that way. She was a mature woman, but she aged quite gracefully. As a hand extended and brushed against her cheek, Andraia consigned to this arrangement mentally. Her friends must be really bored to do this to get their kicks though. If they were intently watching from...well...wherever they were...she definitely needed to make sure that sometime in the near future she flipped them off.

Andraia nuzzled the palm with her cheek and with a flutter of her eyelashes, spoke, "Yes, anything." Then she boldly turned, kissing along the inside of the hand to seal the deal. Lady Tremaine gasped a bit as warm inviting lips pressed against her skin. It had been a while since she felt the touch of anybody and in this day and age, she definitely had to keep a low profile about her preference. And this girl, who came out of no where, was offering just that on a platter. No having to walk on eggshells about the subject. It was clear cut, and this girl was far from naive about what that entailed. Those lips roamed up along Eleanor's fingers and elicited a sigh from her throat as the girl's tongue swathed around the tip before those lips suckled gently on it. She recoiled her hand from the girl's mouth and entwined it in her hair. She gave it a tug, drawing her closer. She was expecting a yelp and instead the girl moaned and there was a blissful look upon her face as her eyes closed and then flittered open again. Eleanore held fast her grip in the red locks and couldn't help but ravish that warm, inviting mouth with her own. It was met with a sigh and a wandering tongue. This provoked a hungry growl from Lady Tremaine's throat as she dined on Andraia's kiss like it was her last meal before an execution.

As she ravaged the girl's mouth, her hands grasped those wrists that laid idly by and used them as leverage to push her back into the pillows. Andraia diligently obliged, allowing the older woman to dominate her. This was a gift from beyond belief and Eleanor didn't want to be too hasty with it, but she also wanted to take it all in at once. She ran her hands firmly but lightly down those arms and following the scent of this girl's hair to nuzzle before kissing and actually biting along the nape. Her hands then ran down the sides of the girl's torso to the hem of the shirt and crept under the cloth, feeling the warm skin beneath. And she complied by craning her neck to allow better access and arched into her touch. "Oh you sweet girl!" She breathed into Andraia's ear, then drew in more of her scent before nipping sharply down her neck to her shoulder. Andraia's lip quivered as a sweet moan came from her throat each time those teeth clamped down on her skin. The sharp pain send shock waves straight to her loins, making her want to writhe her legs together. Those sweet little cries edged Lady Tremaine on as she moved to remove the shirt and shucking it to the wayside. The black and pink lacy brassiere beneath made her quirk her brow again. She was pretty sure she couldn't have been more hot and bothered than before, but that was quickly proven wrong. Even more so, when the trousers were removed to reveal that all her undergarments had a matching theme going on.

When she got her composure back, she commanded, "Up! On all fours!" to which was compliantly obeyed. Her hand went to grasp the throat right beneath the chin, then other delved to the girl's thigh, kneading upwards as she leaned in to speak softly in Andraia's ear, "I really don't know what's come over me, you just bring out the animal in me." Kneading the inner thigh prompted Andraia to spread a little, arching back her head, displaying her chest and behind provocatively. Eleanor used this opportunity to run her fingers to that sweet spot through the cloth of the panties, gripping the girl's throat still and softly prompting, "And you're so receptive, it's definitely making it harder to resist." Andraia groaned blissfully at the remonitions of the fingers right before it turned into a flat smack against her ass. This was followed by another one. The yelp of pain as Lady Tremaine's hand landed on her bruised buttocks was overwhelmed by the intense moan she help but belt out as her loins were now on fire with want. This went on for a good minute until it was more focused on rubbing her clitoris. She was drawn back against Lady Tremaine's body, hand still almost strangling her as the other worked its way into the cloth, pulling back the folds and hitting that little jewel straight on. "Are you my little pet?" seductively whispered into her ear as she nodded, her eyes closed in bliss, almost little crooning purring noises could be heard from her. That hand that was wrapped around her throat then found its way back into her hair, tugging harshly as it was hissed in her ear, "I don't want to hear your head rattle, child. I want you to tell me "yes, mistress..."" She replied with an exclaimed, "Yes, Mistress!" as the fingers below worked their magic. The hand grappled in her hair pulled harder as she was driven into a frenzy. "You want to cum for me, my little pet?" "Yes, please, Mistress..." she pleaded, heaving and on the brink of explosion. This provoked a satisfied chuckle, "You have my permission..." She mewled out as she came, then trembling, boldly turned and grabbed Eleanor's cheeks in both hands while kissing her dead on. As she let go, she grinned, "Now it's your turn to be taken care of." Lady Tremaine quirked a brow, but despite the insolence, she had to concede. She actually was shivering in anticipation as buttons were undone and her gown was sifted out of.

Andraia's fingers were diligent in getting the job done, though, and also working on the corset beneath, careful to heed permission before she cupped each voluptuous bosom in her hands. The older woman crooned with approval as the girl embraced a nipple with her mouth, suckling vehemently to Lady Tremaine's pleasured cry out, "Oh such a clever girl!" There was certain to be a mark on the areola, but who cared. That mouth was sending the woman into seventh heaven as she embraced the back of her new little found pet's head. That mouth was working wonders, igniting passion that was long ago forgotten. But she ordered to her to lay back, none the same. If it could work magic just by what she was doing, she'd certainly know what do if her mistress sat on her face. As she straddled dominantly over little pet's face, the face came forward folding back the lips and that tongue delving to its designated spot. It was running circles and ferocious lines over her clitoris, sending her into euphoria. She sighed out, "Very clever girl, oooo thats the spot!" as she grabbed the girl's hair to hold her in place. That tongue battled away at its current job, until the recipient shrieked with delight, and set to dig her nails into the scalp of the giver. In the post-cloital glow, the haste to hold her close and reunite their lips lead to falling asleep in each other's arms.

Again, Andraia woke up disoriented. She felt the need to get out of bed and stretch. Instead, she got tangled in the sheets and embarked on yet another clumsy excursion. All too convinced last night was yet another dream, until she disturbed the slumber of the one sleeping next to her. She had fallen out of the bed, sheets flying with her. It was excruciating to hit that bruised spot sharply, as she cussed lowly to herself. "Goddamn fuck it all.." closing her eyes tightly gasping in air through tightly clenched jaw. The other had woken up at the sudden sounds and her head peered over the edge of the bed, with a look of distaste. "The hell is going on?" came that same voice from the other day. Nope, none of it was a dream. Andraia was definitely going to have to get used to this being reality, otherwise she was going to believe she was in some perpetual inception mode. She tried to smooth out the situation, as embarrassing as it was. for What was this? 0 for 5, now? "Sorry, mistress, I'm such just such a klutz sometimes." The rage in those eyes seemed to have dissipated and the mouth just flattened into halfway irritated and almost pity. "Why were you getting up in the first place?" Eleanor had to wonder out loud as perhaps the girl was making an escape? Yes that flew through her mind rapidly. "I was just going to get up and stretch, I wasn't going anywhere." Andraia had caught on to the gist of why that question was asked. To demonstrate, she shuffled out of the sheets that were crumpled around her, pushed up to a standing position and walked over to the bearskin rug close to the fireplace. She began a sun salute yoga routine to get the blood flowing and the limbs flexed for the day. And although she really wasn't expecting an audience when she first insisted on doing this, having watchful eyes on her made her want to show off a bit more. She stanced herself, being careful of how she she jutted out during downward and upward dog poses. Lady Tremaine edged over to side of the bed to watch intently. If this was going to be a morning routine, minus the clatter, she wouldn't mind so much.

That body curved with catlike prowess, the dying embers of the fire still reflecting across skin moving in the shadows. It was a nice little show to watch, but after a little while, she had to make her intentions known. She threw on a robe that was draped by the bedside, as the morning had produced a chill in the room. As her little pet breathed into a standing position, she was met with those hands pinioning her back against her mistress's body. "That will be quite enough of that for now," she crooned into Andraia's ear, and nuzzling in the scent of her hair. Her hands cupped around the girl's breasts, beginning to massage as she nipped along the earlobe, "Good morning, my pet." A hand ran up the chest and to the throat to extend it by cupping the chin upwards, the other still working around the breast, and then sharply pinching the nipple. All Andraia could make out verbally was a garbled cry of pleasure. Eleanor took that response just fine, giving a satisfied chuckle at just how receptive the girl was. As she reached back to run her fingers into her mistress's velvety folds upon return, she was greeted by a possessive biting of the neck. Then dragged back to the bed, where Lady Tremaine sat back against the pillows and Andraia drank in her essence, kissing up her inner thighs worshipfully and made it to that sweet spot yet again. Dear Lord! This girl knew /exactly/ what she was doing, Eleanor was certain she'd be extremely spoiled by all this. She suckled the hood and swathed her tongue over the clitoris with such precision. Lady Tremaine was calling out, "Oh my dear girl! Oh! You're going to make me cum all over that sweet face of yours.." hands grappled in hair, tugging, as legs trembled and locked in the time of le petite mort. She then flipped the Andraia over to straddle her. Sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, she domineered her, grinding against her, hand back to the throat, the other took a swat at the underside of the girl's breast. That satisfied chortle as she heard and watched this receptive vessel respond in ecstasy. As they reached the precipice together, Lady Tremaine grabbed her hair and kissed her for dear life.

As the kiss broke away, Andraia's stomach began to growl a bit. She sheepishly asked, "Where's the kitchen? I'll make some breakfast and coffee..." "Let's get dressed first, I don't want anybody else seeing your body. It's mine." Eleanor replied sharply. "As you wish, Mistress..." Luckily her effects were brought in, as she found her pack and dug around in it. There was no shame in changing clothing, as she slipped a black mesh covering rainbow ensemble of underwear and an almost matching cami with Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon on it, and a pair of bondage pants. She got directions to the kitchen, and put her ear buds in for some music to entertain herself. Lady Tremaine really had to take in that this girl definitely was not from around here, she must have fallen from heaven, as she wore that outer worldly garb and that contraption was so small but it was playing like a symphony. She figured she must have been angel after all this...and she could be heard singing down the hall with that device in her ears. "Breathe out so I can breathe you in, hold you in. And now, I know you've always been there, out of your head, out my head I sang..." She didn't recognize the song, but it was ethereal to listen to. She got herself dressed and later ended up strolling into the kitchen, to see Andraia singing while finishing up some eggs, bacon, and toast. It was rather rambunctious, and she seemed to be lost in the music with her back turned. So...passionate in it. And those words, "And I'll never need to see the sun again, there's enough light in your eyes to light up our world..." So odd, yet so alluring. She crept up on her, grabbing her close and kissing the top of her head. This startled Andraia a bit, as she was lost in the music, but she removed the bud from her ear. Her mistress brought up a question, "So you enjoy music. I enjoy it as well. Perhaps we'll play the piano later, hmmm?" "I'm afraid I don't know much about playing the piano beyond Chopsticks..." Lady Tremaine quirked an eyebrow, "Well, then I guess I'll just have to teach you. You'll have to show me this 'Chopsticks' first however." Andraia changed the subject, "But first, breakfast." She procured a plate with eggs and bacon in a smiley face with the toast. She even figured out how to percolate the coffee, even though she was used to machines that did the work for her. It was pretty exciting that she got something done right instead of being a klutz about it. She set it at the table along with the mugs of coffee and had to do a little victory dance in place. As Eleanor sat down, she noted out loud, "You're such an odd girl..." "Well I got something done right for a change." She grinned and sat down next to her. A hand grasped her knee, "Oh you got more than one thing right." Andraia stopped sipping her coffee and turned with a grin, and she just rubbed her nose against Lady Tremaine's, causing yet another shocked look. Oh she was tres mignon! She then went to eat her breakfast, the girl could eat...it'd probably been a while since she had, so Eleanor wasn't going to chide her indiscretion on manners at the moment, she just diligently ate away at her breakfast in turn. There would be plenty of time to discipline the girl if her manners remained uncouth. She just took it in stride and handed her a napkin, giving a ahem, to which Andraia blushed, giggled, and dabbed away at her face and hands. She ducked her head rather apologetically, while doing so. She was just too cute when she did that. Her mistress would have to be extremely rigid to not soften if the time came that she had to put her back in line, and it was going to be difficult if the girl did things like that. As breakfast finished, Andraia set to getting the dishes cleared and washed. Around here, it wasn't like back at the Morgenstern estate, things had to be physically done. She put the earbuds back in while doing so, singing along the music, "I love myself, I want you to love me, when I feel down, I want you above me. I search myself, I want you to find me, I forget myself, I want you to remind me..." Interrupted once more by being drawn into a deep kiss, Eleanor quickly bit the girl's bottom lip in turn for teasing her. "Now I think it's time for a piano lesson, don't you think?"

She led Andraia around the estate to the music room, rather hastily. Damn! This woman really wanted to hear Chopsticks, apparently. "Now have a seat, my pet. I'll let you play this Chopsticks first, and then you're going to learn how to play properly." She drew out something that resembled a maestro wand, as Andraia curiously noted it. She went to play the chords of probably the simplest song to play on the piano. Lady Tremaine didn't look amused. "Now, you're going to learn how to properly play, child." She flipped through a book of notes, picking out a simple song in her mind. Andraia fumbled with the keys and was soon met with a quick swat of that wand across her knuckles. She held back a gasp and cuss of pain, wincing. "You really do need to learn, don't you?" Came the quick retort, "Here, let me help you with where your fingers go on the chords." She boxed her in manipulating her fingers along the keys. "Now try it again!" She played out a few chords before fumbling again, which was met with yet another thwack of the stick on her knuckles. After a few tries and some definite welts forming on her knuckles, Andraia finally got it down. She was accompanied by Lady Tremaine singing along, and she had a marvelous voice. "Sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale, high above me..." Afterwards, she held Andraia's hand to her mouth and kissed along the knuckles. "Very good job, my pet. I probably should bandage that up for you, but that's what happens when you don't learn quickly." The girl resigned, "Yes, Mistress..." She ran her hands down Andraia's cheeks and neck, "Mmmm, but you've caught onto that quite quickly..."

Her presence certainly did brighten the place up. She had even done something in the garden to get everything to grow faster. Eleanor wasn't sure how she did it. But the flowers and herbs were already being cultivated, and she mixed them together, creating little potions. Some for the bath, some for the cleaning, salves and other things. As long as she was allowed her free time during the day, she was quite content with her lot. It just struck Lady Tremaine's curiosity what Andraia was doing in her free time. She walked into the greenhouse and noticed a trap door open. She walked down the staircase cautiously, the light in the underground cavern had an eerie glow to it. Things were reflected almost opposite of what they would in regular light, and there was that music that her little pet listened to while she was working around the house, but it was blaring louder. "Oh let the sun beat down upon my face

Stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been

Secret elders of the gentle race
This world is seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed" wafted through the room, as Eleanor sorted through the oddly colored lamps sifting around what looked to be baubles inside them. She found the girl over in a corner, she puffed on what looked like a pipe for a second, her head rocking to the music, before she would look down in a book she had on her lap, and then would lift a quill to write something on some parchment to her side. She looked so intent on what she was doing. Then, Andraia stripped off her shirt and made her way to the wall, covered her hands in paint and splashed it across a canvas she spread on the wall. Each movement seemed to be in rhythm with the music and her mistress was struck mesmerized by the scene. The paint that was splattered across the girl's torso glowed against the odd light in the room. "So this is what you do when you're off by yourself, hmmm?" She was greeted by a flash of those eyes, rather glassed over and a hazy smile. A soft rift in the music, sounding like a mandolin and a flute began to play, and Andraia came up to her mistress and kissed her. And again, things were moving at the pace of the music. "There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to heaven..." Eleanor took control of the situation, even though there was sure to be paint everywhere. "In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird that sings, sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven...ooo it makes me wonder..." She found a rope and began weaving it around Andraia in an intricate pattern, binding her in it. As she worked on binding the arms to the chest, she would stop to hold that neck, stroking her fingers across it, she could almost swear the girl was...purring? under the meticulous work of her mistress's fingers. The music continued it's magical ditty, "And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, and the forest will echo with laughter." The handles that formed from the knotting of the rope were perfect to hold her close, but the way she arched back and cooed, it was mere show. The girl was under some sort of spell, her spell, mixed in with the music. The tempo rose as Eleanor ran her hands palm flat against the ridges of the rope and into the valleys of flesh, until she came across the clasp on the trousers, hastily undoing it and slipping her hand inside. She began nipping at Andraia's neck and earlobe, running her fingers across the front of the silky undergarments, noticing the girl's excitement under her fingertips. "Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?" Following the tune's lead, the pace picked up. She positioned Andraia, back against the wall, trousers and panties dropped to her ankles. She bit down possessively on her pet's neck, and began inserting fingers into her love canal. "And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul." Was met with two, twisting and thrusting, opening her up. Then three. Indecipherable cries and mewls, met with thrusts of her hips back towards the penetration. "There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll." She growled in her ear to allow her to cum for her mistress, and the release was dire. It brought a smile to Eleanor's lips that gleamed in her emerald eyes as she instructed the girl to suck on her fingers, to clean them up. And to hold and caress her. "And she's buying a stairway to heaven."

"If it's one thing you need to be reminded of is that you belong to me." Agile fingers braided into golden red locks, allowing their owner to tug who was captive in their grasp to the destination they pleased. A stifled groan of pain and pleasure came from the girl as she was yanked over to a bench, being made to stoop over it while wrists were tied in place to hold her there. Ankles were just as diligently bound to the legs of the bench, and Andraia was fixed bent over and thighs spread apart. As trousers were unclasped and all that clad her apple shaped bottom fell to her ankles, one cheek was given a swift swat of the palm. "Just exactly what do I have to do to make it more clear to you, hmm?" Her gale like temper flew through her palm once more, landing surely on its mark on her pet's ass again, this time with enough force to make her rock forward despite being tethered. Lady Tremaine inspected her nails in a pensive matter on the subject, when it dawned on her about her signet ring. With that, her hand was back in those tresses, wrenching the girl's head back to hiss in her ear, "I think I know exactly what I'm going to do with you. I'm going to brand you with this ring, and then there will be no doubt in anybody's mind who you belong to, my darling pet." She let go of Andi's head just as swiftly as she had grabbed it and removed the ring from her finger dropping it in the fire. She stared into the blaze of the hearth, letting it reflect in the jade of her eyes as her fingers drummed against the surface of a nearby table, each minute drawing closer to the conclusion she had promised. She made sure the tongs for the grate did the job she wanted of procuring the ring in just the precise way, and then swooped over to where the girl was fettered down. The ring was red hot and as it hit the mark on its target, sizzled into the flesh, eliciting a mingled vociferation from the one receiving its berth. It seemed every muscle in Andraia's body clenched together in a motley fashion, as well as halting her breath, evidenced by the paling along her knuckles and the flush across her face. The heraldic symbol in the center now purposely nestled into Andraia's flank was staring straight back at the viewer prominently in a glistening red. The girl's legs unlocked and trembled in place, as the ring was placed in a bowl with a clatter as it seemed to spin inside. The edge of fingernails began from that spot, up the spine, watching the muscles ripple through skin under her touch. "That's much better, wouldn't you agree?" A small nod was afforded, bringing on backlash of hair being jerked again into that hand, "I thought we agreed I don't want to hear your head rattle when you answer me." Lady Tremaine jeered at her to get a quick yelp of "Yes, Mistress!" Eleanor took that moment to inhale sharply, burying her nose in the scent of Andi's hair, her free hand roaming to nether regions on the girl's body, the pads of her fingers dipping into well oiled folds before plunging them as deep inside of her as they would go. She began a violent motion of drilling and rotating, amid noises that Andi was trying to hold back but couldn't help but let them escape. As the fourth finger worked its way inside, her mistress hissed in her ear, "Let's just see how much you can take my little whore..." The thumb milled its way in with the rest, before the whole hand was manipulated into Andraia's honey pot, stretching her to the brink. Exclamations of mirth fused with expletive moans emerged as the heat was driving her to the precipice. This exhorted an evil chuckle from her mistress, "Hmmm, you really are a little whore, aren't you?" The strokes of the fist inside her became deliberate and slow, the girl was becoming quite short of breath, her pulse buzzing in her ears. That voice pitched just above her throbbing pulse, "Panting like a little bitch in heat. You want me to let you cum, hmmm? My little whore?" "Please, Mistress...?" "No I don't think you've earned that right just yet..." Her hand went still, and slid out, "I think a whore like you has to earn her reward. Let's see...who's little slut are you?" "Yours, Mistress..." "My what?" "I'm your little slut, Mistress..." "Oh very good, you're catching on..." "And what is your duty to me, my little slut?" "Anything you want..." She was rewarded with a kiss, "My, that silver tongue seems to get you places..." She shoved her hand aggressively inside Andraia again, thrusting and dragging her kicking and screaming to the verge of nirvana once more, as she allowed her to cum, she removed her hand with a faint pop and the girl squirted profusely. "My, you were excited.." as Lady Tremaine unfastened her from the spanking bench before lounging back onto the bed. Andraia knew exactly what was needed of her, as she positioned herself prostrate between her mistress's legs. Kisses were administered from the tips of toes, up the inner running of the calves and thighs. All matter of cloth hindering the process was drawn back, to let that tongue work its magic, pushing Eleanor into a heated frenzy. Just the right spot and she was over the moon, forcefully pulling her pet closer, "Such a clever girl...my clever girl." and kissed her.

In a green miasma, Tiberius and Sascha appeared just inside the gates of the courtyard. "Look what the cat just drug in..." Mesis glared at the two, as Tiberius responded, "Funny, I was going to say the exact same thing." The two glared at each other, eye spark for eye spark, until Andraia mused, "Well, this is complete now that Team Rocket's here. Might I introduce you..." she was trying to let Lady Tremaine know who they were but was interrupted, "I'm well acquainted with Mr. Kilmore and Mr. Lloyd." "Wait, what?" This was rather over Andraia's head for the moment. The two non chalently looked on through their dark shades, as Tiberius spoke up casually, "Yes, we've had plenty of dealings with the Lady Tremaine over the years. Including this one now." This was giving Andraia a twitch in her eye, as it was dawning on her what transpired. She held up a finger, pursing her lips together. "Hold on a moment...just hold on a moment..." She went up to Loky and Bartelby and through gritted teeth said, "I know you still got a good bit of that stash left, I'm going to need some. Now!" "It packs quite a punch, you sure?" "I'm certain." Loky dug a small baggie from his pocket and handed it over, as Andraia turned to walk towards the greenhouse with it. She wasn't sure which hands she batted off of her as she just kept saying, "No, leave me alone..." before the hands stopped reaching for her, and she disappeared into her trap door room. She blasted the music as she packed a bowl of whatever it was that Loky had gotten from Madame Laveau. Then she lit it up, taking a drag, inhaling and exhaling to the tune. She kept taking hits until the music seemed to be seen in front of her. She was a fucking pact those two made with this woman? And to fucking think, she actually was caring about this woman's feelings? Was it stockholm syndrome? She wanted to forget it all. She hit that pipe again until it was all gone...stripped off her shirt...and violently started splatting paint all over the wall, with intermediate bouts of her running into the wall head long. The music blared, "I am clearly broken and no one knows what to do, pieces of the puzzles don't fit, so I pound them into you. Itching is the pulse inside, creeping out to come alive, it's just doing what it's gonna do. Times are looking grim these days, holding onto everything, it's hard to draw the line. SHUT THE FUCK UP! GET UP!" Lady Tremaine skittered down the steps, but then just hung back, watching and waiting. The girl was clearly throwing a frantic fit, before the song changed, and although it wasn't nearly as soothing as the usual music the girl listened to, she fell back onto the floor and broke into a fit of laughter and stopped trying to run into the wall like a bird running into a window because it saw its reflection. Seemed like a decent time to approach, as Eleanor garnered Andraia's attention, her nose was bloodied a bit and a sharp bruise formed under the eye, and the mouth was dribbling blood as well. She groggily slurred, "Why won't Ziggy let me leap? Why?" Lady Tremaine got down to her level and just drew her into her chest with her arms around her. Andi nuzzled her chest and looked up with a glassy eyed smile, "You're purdy..." Whatever Loky gave her, it worked...she had clearly gone fishing. The music segued into something softer...as Andraia began singing along with the chorus..."There is no pain you are receding, a distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves, your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that fever once again, you cannot understand. This is not who I am. I have become comfortably numb." She lightly laughed, and leant over like her head was suddenly too heavy for her told up. She needed to be cleaned up, though. Eleanor drew a bath. As crazy as it all was, she truly did care for the girl. She knew she had spoken to Mr. Kilmore and Mr. Lloyd on the subject of wanting somebody in said fashion, but she didn't realize that her saying that and what had happened here had coincided. She stripped Andraia down and helped lithely into the tub of warm water. Given how she reacted to it, she was quite certain the girl didn't like the prospect of those two being involved. Eleanor felt disheartened as she used a cloth covered in one of the bathing potions over her pet's body. "You probably hate me.." as she cleaned off the blood that was beginning to dry. The response was in an almost childish voice, "I no hate you. I like you. But Murky and Lurky out there, they're too much, yanno? Do I have to be nice to them?" She pouted when she asked. "Why don't you like them?" "No wanna, want Ziggy to let me leap." "I'm not sure what that means, my dear." Andi smiled goofily, "You're purdy, yanno that?" "Yes, you've said that. You're very flattering..." Pretty certain she was going to have to draw her own conclusions on the matter. And her pet seemed like she couldn't think straight at this point in time, but Eleanor seemed to be the one thing on her mind. To be honest, that meant a lot. Even under the circumstances the girl didn't just seem obligated anymore, she actually cared. Andraia grabbed Eleanor's hand, garnering her attention to say with fluttering lashes, "I love you." Her mistress was stunned...as her breath hitched, she responded, "I love you too."

"I think it might be the drugs, but that woman has tentacles, dude! Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" "Yes, yes I am." ""What do we do with it?"/p
" The tentacled woman spoke, "Well, first off, sweetcheeks, you could introduce yourself." "eep! it heard us talking. what do I do? what do I do?" "I think it wants us to introduce ourselves."" "Yeah, um...sure...dude! I can't remember my name. Ah nah nah What's my name? What's my name? What's my name? Wait...what were we doing?" "I...don't...know...something about a snowman?" "But we're under water..." "Yeah, I remember now. The flugel fish."" "Yeah, the flugels..." "At this, the two eels swimming around gave each other line-"I don't think this is where the snowman is." "Yeah, think we got lost." "You haven't seen the snowman, have you?" "Dearie, I have no clue what you're speaking of. I could tell you where you are, however
"Really?" Andi squeaked excitedly and clapped her hands together. "That would be fabu!”
"But first, I'll need to know your name."/p
"But I lost it." Her expression dropped. "Does this mean I don't get to know where I am?" She was distraught now.
Those tentacles drew her in, "Come now, you have to have a name."
Andi looked frantically around at them encircling and entwining around her. Didn't help that her partner in crime seemed to have gotten distracted and swam off. "Um..." She turned and was staring deep into those purple eyes, as she squeaked again rather pitifully.
With an almost soulful purr to her voice, the woman with the tentacles said, "Such an exotic beauty has to have a name. Now let's see.." she tapped her finger against her chin pensively. "I guess I'll have to come up with one for you, then." /
Andraia just blinked rather dazed and confused before regaining her voice, "What's your name?"
"Ursula, and for a moment there, I thought the catfish got your tongue." She chortled to herself. She was quite forward and handsy. It felt pretty good. "So my nameless little water lily, let's say you and I get cozy, hmmm?" Those tentacles were wrapping themselves upwards along Andi's legs. "Whoa there, wody..." Andraia squirmed in their grasp.
This just caused the woman to become more amused. The grip of the tendrils tightened, locking her in place. The fabric of her suit was snagged and ripping apart across the crotch and across her chest. Roaming hands and tentacles before one swathed across her crotch for a moment and then...HELLO! It plunged headlong into the twinkle cave eliciting a motley cry from the captive. All the wriggling of her body was now focused on the building of an orgasm, as she just allowed herself to let go and enjoy it. Her mind singing "Sweet mystery of life at last I found you" The arching and bucking and mewling edged the cacaelia on rabidly. This was quite a delicious catch in her grotto. Overwhelmed in just the moment, Andraia cried out as she came, soliciting an evil laugh from her captor, the tentacle thrusting with more precision and purpose. The girl was pressed tightly against the woman's chest, as she bit down on her neck possessively before the head of the tentacle erupted inside of her. Then it slid out with a pop, leaving the girl panting.
Ursula then purred in her ear, "I do believe I like this arrangement
Andraia just nodded in half bliss and half exhaustion. Pretty sure this wasn't going to get her to snowman.

Flotsam and Jetsam snickered simultaneously after each of their tails gave her a swift shock to the torso, prompting her to yelp sharply as mixed signals gave an ecstatic moan as she breathed back in sharply. She was manacled to a chandelier in the throne room, her arms lifted above her head and the rest of her body draped from where she was fettered. Those eels slithered their bodies around her waist and just below her chest before administering yet another couple of jolts to her susceptible flesh, each time causing her to gasp as her body buckled. The chandelier began to spin as they writhed in a concise counterclockwise direction, giving the sea-witch a full show of the girl's body as it contorted with each malevolent jounce. She was completely at the mercy of the Cecaelia, and her two pets as they did her bidding. But hot damn, did it ever send so many tremors to her loins! When she could, her upper thighs were rubbing together as the heat grew, a fevered flush across her cheeks as she allowed her eyes to close and began to pant. Their focus became more refined as a tail brushed over a nipple, giving a quick volt, as she careened sharply, a mixed shriek/growl, "FUCK!" She could hear a raucous cackle before being turned to stay face to face with the throne's occupant. Ursula then propelled towards her, latching the girl's mandible in her orchid fingers, shaking her head side to side, "Such a filthy mouth you have. But I guess it should be expected from a slut like you." With a lecherous growling from her throat, the sea witch latched Andraia into a kiss, probing her mouth with her tongue and partook of said kiss zealously. Those strong hands then ran themselves down the girl's neck landed on her breasts, beginning a sensuous massage. She circumscribed the effort to the aerolae, pinching the nipples sharply provoking a hullabaloo of muffled noise from the girl. She broke the kiss, raking her teeth across Andraia's bottom lip to view her erect nipples and chortle salaciously. "I have an idea..." she uttered as she licked her lips lewdly and tapped her forefinger against her cheek in thought, "I do believe we'll have a lot of fun once we get those pierced. What do you say to that, sweetcheeks?" She lasciviously smiled as the girl nodded, half dazed. With her magic, the process was a lot smoother and quicker than it usually would be. Still they were tender and smarted where the hoops were swung through. Ursula snagged each one in her fingers and tugged, each pull send a wave of pain and pleasure through Andi's body, as she gave a motley cry. The sea witch replied half mockingly, half licentiously, "Yes, sing for me, my pet." One kept toying with the freshly pierced nipple as the other hand trailed lower, grazing nails slightly over her squirming abdomen, wanting to venture to those velvety folds between the girl's legs, but she had clamped her thighs as tightly as she could together. She shook her head wryly, "Now, you know that isn't going to work, don't you?" Tentacles latched around knees jarring those legs apart, then she helped herself to running her fingers along the slick furrow with a satisfied chuckle before encircling the little jewel. "You are a little tart, aren't you? She tweaked the clitoris making the girl bite her lip and mewl, turning her head away contritely. "And I have a good feeling what my little slut wants, hmmm? You want to cum so badly, I can sense it." Through winded breath, Andraia said, "Yes, please..." "Oh since you asked so nicely..." those tentacles pushed her knees up to her shoulders, as that salacious tongue ran rampant along the hood and clit. It was if a dam had busted open, since she was so worked up at this point. Her leg shook profusely, as she bucked wildly in her constraints, all the while driven into yet another mad frenzy with that tongue on its target. While the girl was deep in the throes of passion, Ursula staved off with the mouth, and bombarded her with a tentacle, drilling into that tight, throbbing cavern of hers. She ravished that mouth again right before spurting into her womb.