Chapter 3: Bethany's Regrets

Noriko reclined on a netting of interwoven tentacles, relaxing, as Bethany knelt between her legs and softly licked her cunt. She wasn't particularly horny, not after the number of times she'd come, but she was enjoying the sensation, and Bethany seemed to love eating her. Her eyes were closed, and a slight smile was on her face. While she wasn't speaking aloud, internally she was carrying on a spirited conversation with N'gath'tu.

I'm telling you, 'Gath, I can get you willing lovers. Really. Kidnapping and raping people will just draw attention, and we don't want that.

But in all my millenia, I have found less than half a dozen willing partners. I do not understand why you think you can find more so quickly. It would be so much easier to just take what I want.

Trust me, my way is better. Just give me a little time to pick the best candidates for you, ok?

N'gath'tu's mental voice was dubious. If you insist, my

love.

Noriko smiled, leaning over to kiss one of the tentacles curled loosely around her arm. Thank you, love. She opened her eyes and looked down at Bethany, frowning slightly. "Bethany, love, you can stop now."

Bethany looked up at her, her lips shining with Noriko's juices. "I don't mind, mistress. I like eating you. And it's a way to say thank you for what you showed me."

Noriko reached down and tugged upward on Bethany's chin. "Come up here with me. I want to talk to you."

The blonde stood, stretching the kinks out of her neck and back, raising her arms over her head and arching her back, unconsciously posing for her mistress, who smiled at her. Responding to Noriko's desires, the nest of tentacles supporting her shifted to form a wider net, leaving room for Bethany to lay down. Noriko patted the empty space beside her. "Come snuggle, pet. I want to ask you something."

Bethany obediently laid down next to her mistress, placing her head on Noriko's chest; while the younger girl hardly had anything which could be called breasts, her chest was padded enough to make it comfortable. "Yes, mistress?"

"You said you want to make amends for hurting me and threatening me, Bethany. You also implied you'd done similar things to other people. Do you want to make amends to them as well?" She tilted her head so that she could see Bethany's face.

Bethany looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't know, mistress. Do you want me to?"

Noriko hadn't expected that response, and it threw her for a moment. "Let's look at it from a different angle, then, pet. Why do you want to make amends to me?"

The blonde looked up at her mistress, her eyes shining. "Because you are my mistress, and it is not right that I should have distressed my mistress. Further, you showed me what I needed and then gave it to me, which makes my actions even worse. I hope that by making amends, I can show you that I am not ungrateful for your actions, and that I understand what my role is."

Noriko smiled, and leaned over to kiss Bethany on the forehead, but inside she was confused. She couldn't figure out what motivated Bethany, and she was afraid that the girl would return to her old ways once the novelty wore off.

She felt a tentacle gently stroke the back of her neck, and heard N'gath'tu's voice in her head. I think I can help, beloved. Unlike most humans, she is unable to truly empathize with others; to her, no one but herself -- and now you -- is truly real. Therefore, she does not completely understand your question.

Noriko felt a thrill of fear shoot through her. Then I can't trust her not to return to her old ways, can I?

Not unless she learns to empathize with others, and see them as real; without that, she may well do so. However, she will only do so if she thinks she is doing something to help you. Before you broke her, her life revolved around breaking and raping others; now it revolves around you.

Noriko bit her lip, a little of her worry showing through. That could be bad.

I suppose so, though I must admit that I myself to not completely understand your concerns. However, I might be able to help you. If I take her by force, I am limited in the changes I can make in her; while I can control her actions, I cannot truly change her personality. If you can get her to give herself to me willingly, however, I can make any changes you wish.

Including fixing her so that she realizes that other people are real?

If that is what you wish, yes.

Noriko smiled down at Bethany, who had not missed the worry on her face, and was now looking up at her, worried herself. "Mistress?"

"Bethany, pet... I want you to do something for me. I want you to give yourself to N'gath'tu for me, willingly."

The blonde stiffened suddenly, her eyes closing. "If--" she swallowed convulsively and tried again. "If that's what my mistress desires." Her body betrayed her words, however; Noriko could feel her shivering.

"Bethany, wait." Noriko stroked the curve of the larger girl's jar. "I want you to tell me what's gotten you frightened."

"I've -- I've never -- not with a, a..." Her voice trailed off miserably.

"Pet, are you trying to tell me that you are a virgin?"

Bethany shook her head. "Oh, no. I've had lots of girls go down on me."

"But you've never slept with a man."

"No. I've... it's just... girls are so much prettier. And I never had the chance to take a man the way I liked. I never really wanted to, to tell you the truth. I guess I'm really a lesbian."

'Gath, what does she have to do? Do you have to take her ass and cunt, or will her mouth be enough?

So long as she makes me come inside her, actively working to make it happen, the conditions will be satisfied.

"Well, pet, 'Gath won't be fucking your cunt or ass today. You haven't earned that, yet. Your cunt and ass won't be touched by anyone but yourself until you've earned it, and you aren't to touch them unless I tell you you can. All I want you to do is give 'Gath a blowjob." She tilted Bethany's head up, so that she could look her pet in the eye. "A good blowjob. I want you to make me horny enough that I have to touch myself while I watch you. Can you do that for me?"

"I can --" Bethany swallowed again. "I can try, mistress. I'll try to make you proud of me."