"You've spoiled me, you know," she coos, savoring the feel of Esme's body, touching her everywhere with hands and tentacles and lips. "No other sexy kidnap victim can compare. I'll just have to keep you forever, now, destroying and rebuilding you again and again."

The corrosive ink burns hotter inside her now. the pain is overwhelming, organs melting away to a delicious soup inside her, before being absorbed by the ink and then regrown again. It gets a little hard to breathe, now and then, as the ink splashes against her lungs and eats away at them.

And all the while, Sable's thick tentacles pound into her body, stretching her out and filling her up blissfully. The aphrodisiac only sensitizes her further, pushing her pleasure and pain to new heights.

"Mine forever. No escape from the sexy horrors, here to be broken by my consumptive touch over and over."

When the ink damages she lungs, she shudders, captivated by the sensation of her breath getting shorter and shorter—

—and then it passes, and she realizes what that means.

Oh, fuck, that's good.

She pictures it, Sable's tentacles squirming inside her, passing through bones and organs that dissolve at their touch and reform in their wake. What a profound kind of power that is, visceral and immediate, inescapable, inevitable. Sable could keep her here indefinitely, fucking her and consuming her and playing with her, making her more and more sensitive to it all, and there would be no escape even in death, not until Sable allowed it. She is an utterly helpless plaything.

...maybe this is greedy of her, but she wants to be here for a long time. She wants to be shown just how helpless she is. She wants Sable to spend all day enjoying her, sipping away her insides drop by drop and healing them back into place, fucking her and playing with her senses so the pleasure and the pain only ever get more intense. She wants to be fucked absolutely senseless.