There's a lovely young lady taking a walk in the park this fine morning, early enough that the sun has only just started sweeping away the veil of fog that hangs between the trees.

Sable isn't in this particular park, or indeed any park, or in fact on the planet, so it's not clear why she knows this.

It's also not clear why she knows that the lovely young lady would be absolutely enchanted, so to speak, if a beautiful inky tentacle demon goddess were to abduct her and do terrible wonderful things to her helpless mortal mind and body. Nor is it clear why she knows that the lovely young lady is absolutely guaranteed not to suffer permanent harm from anything up to and including complete physical destruction or full-blast concentrated divine eldritch madness.

Nevertheless, her sourceless intuition is quite firm on all these points.

Up to her what she does with this newfound knowledge.

Bwuh?

That is not something she expected her mysterious divine intuition to ever tell her.

Her intuition has not historically provided unprompted information about random mortals that aren't trying to badly derail her plans.

This is a very confusing event.

That's a familiar park, though, and she knows of a small nook in the trees that is reliably unobserved. She checks her outcome-intuition for whether portaling to the little copse will blow her cover. No? Great.

Vworp.

So, human disguise up, a tall, busty blonde in jeans and a scoop-necked tee strolls through the park. She doesn't get close to the inexplicable girl, but she gets in range to positively identify her.

And then she stealthily applies every means of divination she has to this girl: what are her desires, her kinks, her thoughts about magic, her opinions about monsterfucking, her openness to new kinks, her opinions about mind control, her opinions about spooky meddlesome demons that interfere benevolently in mortal society, and so on? What's her outcome-sense have to say about kidnapping this girl (assuming she does something to make sure any attached mortals don't worry about her disappearance)? What's it have to say about having very destructive fun with her?

As usual for a human, her kinks and desires are a hard-to-verbalize tangle of associations. She likes danger, but prefers specific kinds of danger; she wants someone else to hold absolute power over her, but the best forms of that are when that person likes her and wants her to have nice things, even though other forms of it are also tempting. Mind control fits in nicely there, especially mind control to enforce loyalty or obedience (or love, or worship...)

She is actively enthusiastic about being mind-controlled into new kinks as long as, and this is crucial, the person mind-controlling her into a new kink is paying close attention to how the new kink fits in with her existing landscape of attraction and making sure it fits seamlessly and has all appropriate cross-connections. Ideally they would collaborate with her about it in detail, though there's also something alluring about the idea of being altered without warning or the opportunity to object - it's just that there's something even more alluring about spending hours doing deep analysis of her own psyche. Perhaps there could be flowcharts. She likes flowcharts.

Monsterfucking is a big plus, especially the kind of monster that has psychic or psychic-adjacent elements, like a hypnotic vampire or an alluring succubus or an eldritch tentacle horror that can literally and figuratively fuck your brains out. In her opinion, it would be very romantic to have her mind turned inside-out and then carefully put back together again, optionally with some changes.

There is notably something she doesn't want, and that's to be put in a position of conflict with the person wielding power over her. She doesn't want to belong to someone who she dislikes, or who dislikes her; she wants to be happy and proud to be a mind-controlled slave. This does mean that it's much better, all things considered, if the person keeping her as a mind-controlled slave is a generally pleasant and benevolent sort. (Though it's fine and in fact fun if they want to put her through harrowing experiences, as long as she's allowed to enjoy it, and doesn't have to feel like she needs to fight back. She never wants to feel like she needs to fight back.)

Spooky meddlesome demons that interfere benevolently in mortal society sound great, assuming they're doing a good job. (How many flowcharts are involved? Is this hypothetical demon in need of a secretary...? She may in fact have some preexisting fantasies about being the happily mind-controlled kinky secretary of a spooky yet benevolent magical being.)

As for her thoughts on magic, that turns out to be a topic with hidden depths: specifically, all her life she's been dreaming about another life in a different world, where she had magic and a family she liked better than her current family. She doesn't know exactly what happened to that other self, because the dreams come all out of order, but she's seen enough to be reasonably sure she's not just making it all up inside her own head. She has never dared try any of the magic she remembers because all the magic she remembers comes with dire safety warnings about what happens if you mess it up, and while her memory is good, she isn't willing to bet that it's good enough for this. Magic is cool, though, and she's kind of wistful about this world seemingly not having any.

Sable's outcome-sense thinks kidnapping this girl would be a fantastic idea, possibly the best idea she's ever had, and even better if she arranges for her not to be missed first. Having very destructive fun with her might lead to extended periods spent waiting nervously for her to recover, but seems otherwise fine.

What.

What.

That's. 

Ink and madness. Did she just win the lottery?

Literally the only way this girl could be a more-perfect kidnap target is if she had a pre-existing vore kink, and kinking on carefully-integrated kink-insertion via mind magic is just as good.

Fuck.

This is possibly too good to be true.

A secretary helping her organize her meddling sounds great, and not wanting to ever be adversarial sounds great, and putting her through terribly harrowing kinky experiences while making sure she enjoys them sounds great.

Literally everything about this sounds great.

Ink and fucking madness.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Calm.

The waves in the ink sea wash in and out. Focus on her realm. Focus on the slow swish of the ink in the sea.

How sure is she that all this information is correctly and truthfully backed by her divine/demonic intuition, that it's accurate, that she's not being fucked with somehow?

All feedback from Sable's psychic senses feels normal and in agreement with all the rest. To all appearances, the girl hasn't even noticed that there's someone else in the park. She sweeps some dew off a park bench and sits down, looking up at the early morning sky.

Okay.

Okay.

Well.

Fuck she has a lot of feelings about this.

She knows what she needs to do, though. She's verified this, she's checked it against every kind of divination and truth magic and outcome magic.

She memorizes this girl, memorizes the feel of her soul, so she can find her from anywhere.

And then she gets to work.

Step one: identify everyone who knows her, everyone who'd miss her, everyone who'd even notice her absence. Observe them, skim their minds, figure out what sort of sudden disappearance would be believable.

Okay, she's a dutiful and talented student, eager and organized, the kind people would totally believe could get into a great university far away. And she's the right age to go into university soon, and it's the right time of year for acceptance letters to show up soon. That's perfect.

Sable starts fabricating documentation, carefully conjuring paperwork and offer letters and acceptance letters and unlisted websites. She takes her time about this. It's now her new hobby, in between her various feats of meddling.

Selunia Institute of Technology gains a lot of official recognition very quickly, and no one notices this fact at all. No one can notice it — the knowledge and all the documentation has a very subtle antimemetic curse on it such that people can't share it unless she lets them and forget to care about this fact. She makes sure no one will ever have the idea to apply, no one will ever consider contacting the school, no one will think about it at all.

But everyone who hears about it knows that Selunia Tech is extremely prestigious, with the best professors, and a wider selection of arts and sciences majors than any other school. This is an unarguable fact that no one would even think to dispute.

Inkstained madness, it's even true. Sable mysteriously knows a lot about the universe, about technology, about art and science and biology and politics and changing things. She can certainly teach Esme anything the girl would like to know, in between doing gorgeously horrible things to her. The girl will get the best education available in anything and everything she wants. 

The offer letters talk about a full-ride scholarship with a generous stipend, about the opportunity to start early, about special summer programs available to select students. The school is known to provide transportation for scholarship students like Esme, so the family doesn't need to go tour or arrange Esme's travel.

And all of it is enchanted so that no one will question any of it. Carefully-crafted memories are inserted where needed, alongside online reviews, entries in ranking sites, and further documentation, to provide evidence why Esme should be thrilled with this offer. All the memories are delicately integrated, every piece of the story of Esme's life hangs together seamlessly.

It's a good thing Sable is putting the work in, because when Esme gets an unexpected offer from a prestigious university she does extensive research. It's not enough that everyone knows the place is great; the place had better be great in specific, concrete, quantifiable ways that she can put into a spreadsheet and check against her other options.

When she does, though, Selunia reliably comes out on top. It's not long before she accepts.

Good, good. All according to keikaku. 

(Humans have such neat memes.)

Sable spends the remainder of the school year preparing a suitably scarousing (but also luxurious) cell for Esme to land in. It's inescapable, even if she tries the magic she remembers. And it's designed down to the last detail to communicate "you have been kidnapped by a terrifyingly powerful entity who wants you to be cozy in between doing enjoyably horrible things to you", on a conscious and subconscious level. 

It's in Sable's private tower in the very heart of her Realm. There's a nice window, too.

In between furnishing a suite for a very precious captive, and keeping up with her usual meddling, Sable also gives Esme a series of very sexy nightmares over the remainder of the school year. The dreams are different every time, only having two themes in common: she gets kidnapped, and horribly dangerous and terrifyingly pleasurable things either happen to her in the dream, or are implied to be looming.

Sometimes she's grabbed off the street by faceless figures. Sometimes a door she recognizes leads to luxurious captivity instead of the usual destination, and promptly locks behind her. Sometimes her body is mysteriously puppeted to walk her away from home and into a limousine that pulls up when she's out of sight. Sometimes a portal opens up under her feet. Sometimes she comes home from school to find her parents cheerfully signing paperwork to sell her off to a mysterious and beautiful woman, their eyes glazed over with signs of mind control. 

Sometimes she's whipped raw. Sometimes she's cut to pieces. Sometimes she's raped by slick, dexterous tentacles of inky, gelatinous substance. Sometimes she's lavished with a sensuous massage of spiced oils while she watches a grill heat up over a crackling firepit. Sometimes she's choked while she's fucked, breath scarce, lungs screaming as her body is violated. Sometimes she's run through with countless needles, none thicker than a millimeter or two, none shorter than a handspan. Sometimes she's slowly dissolved in a vat of corrosive, inky goop, pain and pleasure smoldering through her body as the goop sinks deeper into her flesh. Sometimes the tentacles penetrate her deeper than she should be able to survive, or in ways that should break her. Often it does break her.

Sometimes she sees her captor. The face looks different in every dream, as does her height and figure, but she has pointed ears, violet eyes with pie-cut pupils, a wickedly fanged smile, and curving horns that remind her of the crescent moon. 

In every dream, she can't help but enjoy every minute, even the horrible parts. (Especially the horrible parts.)

And every time, she wakes up shuddering with arousal, panties soaked, an electric thrill dancing through her body.

After the second of those, she starts keeping a dream journal, meticulously recording every detail she can remember as soon as she wakes up.

After the third, she goes out and buys a new locking diary and copies the first three entries into it, and the Sexy Abductions Dream Journal lives on her nightstand for the rest of the school year, being updated every time she gets a new one.

The dreams keep coming intermittently, no clear schedule, no way to predict when she'll have have an abduction nightmare and when she won't. It tends to be at least once a week, sometimes several nights a week, but once she goes more than two weeks without one, long enough be a hanging, open question in her mind. 

The next dream after the gap is thunderously intense, perhaps trying to make up for the absence.

Meanwhile, Sable keeps preparing and keeps meddling, keeps up her duties. 

A week or two after the school year ends, she receives a letter at home informing her and her family that Selunia will be in contact with her directly to arrange transportation. Everything she finds online reports that this is very normal for Selunia's intake process.

(She investigates that open question thoroughly, going back to count the days between each dream and forming a tentative statistical model of how often they usually show up so she knows how late the next one is. When it does finally show up, she writes it down as meticulously as ever, then makes time to reread it that evening before going to bed.)

Right, so, the thing about Selunia—

It could just be the normal, very prestigious university that everyone claims it is. It's just that... a strange and powerful entity about which she has no direct evidence has unexpectedly taken an interest in her; this interest is plausibly deniable as nothing out of the ordinary, but has tangible effects that were completely unanticipated up until they became the new normal; and, come on, 'parents mind-controlled to facilitate her retrieval by the Sexy Dream Kidnapper' and 'made to leave her home in a vehicle sent by the Sexy Dream Kidnapper' have both appeared in the text.

She's still going to go, of course. It is a very prestigious university. She's just saying (privately, in her Sexy Abduction Dream Journal) that there are certain undeniable thematic parallels between these two novel elements in her life.

Yeah, she's totally meant to see those parallels. Only her, though. Esme gets to privately note the foreshadowing, as a treat.

One morning, most of the way through Esme's first month of summer, things get a little more openly weird.

As she's checking herself over in the mirror before going out to start her day, black-violet ink starts to flow down her reflection's face from her hair and eyes.

A startled yelp seems appropriate to the occasion!

No sound comes out. 

Well, that's hot no, focus.

She studies her face in the mirror, touching a spot of ink to see what it feels like.

It's not there in reality, her hands come away clean, but she can still clearly see it in the mirror.

It doesn't last long, maybe a second and a half, before her reflection winks at her, and puts a finger to its lips in a shushing motion.

Then the ink vanishes, and her reflection resumes normal physical behavior.