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Kret realizes that the way the room is shaped, there's only one place where the girl could have fallen—into the aquarium filled with the bizarre arcane substance. When she hears a splash from the recessed part of the floor and watches as the device that was between the woman's legs flies out and lands on the carpet by Talan's feet, Kret cannot help but groan in utter dismay.

The elf kneels down and picks up the device. The thing is shaped like an egg, fitting since it was designed to fit within the woman. As the elf stands up, she looks over her shoulder, a smirk spreading upon her lips. She then points a black-gloved hand at Kret. She curls her finger, beckoning the kobold close.

Kret resigns herself to having lost the element of surprise. She clambers up the rest of the stairs and patters across the carpet to stand behind the elven woman. “S... sorry. I heard a sound and..."

“Shhh..." Mistress Talan hushes, placing her hand upon Kret's head. She ushers the kobold around with a forceful push, and Kret stumbles not to fall forward. Before her is a giant pool, the black liquid filling in the entire volume of the aquarium. It's basically a pond in the middle of the building! “You like it?" the elf says, cooing as she places her hands upon Kret's shoulders. “This is my pride and joy, little one. Isn't she beautiful? Some think that the 'Muddy Mistress' is that barbaric pit in the front of the house, but here she is, fair and true. Of course, to call her mud is such a waste." She shudders. “I like to feed her, from time to time—oh, don't worry. The people inside are alive. They're safe, but the Mistress, she likes to take her time, building her pets up, and then spitting them out when she's done. All of them seeing the light afterwords."

“H... how long?" Kret asks, unable to turn her eyes away.

“Oh, well, it all depends. If she's really enjoying her meal, it could be months, maybe years. Most probably stew around for a week or so. But the mistress, she likes such exotic flavors. A bimbo like her won't stay in there very long, I'm sure."

Suddenly, a humanoid form breaks the surface. It is female in shape, but completely covered in the Mistress. She throws her head back, her chest sticking out prominently as she gasps in deep, heaving breaths. Kret can only watch as the woman tries to tear the slime off of her eyes,only to have them instantly covered by more of the substance. She reaches out, seeking the people she saw before her, but the liquid around her caves in, burying her under like quicksand, until only a few bubbles rise up.

'W... what does it do to them?" Kret asks.

“Oh, I don't rightfully know. Me and her, we're both mistresses,so I don't ever take a dip in there. After all, it's not fun for two dominatrices to practice their art together. Though, she gives me some toys to play with" she says, holding a hand out and admiring the gloves she wear. What's when Kret realizes that all the clothing that she has flows in the same arcane manner as the pool. “But, enough about her," she says,guiding the kobold around now to turn to face the opposite side of the room. There, Kret notices that the whole wall is a big mirror.

She quirks an eyebrow at the display and shakes her head. “I don't think I understand."

“Well, we were going to perform in a few hours, dear, but you came in here all eager like. So, please, go ahead and get undressed."

Kret frowns, but figures that since the two are alone, she has no choice. After all, did she really want to take a swim in the “Mistress?" With a sigh, Kret disrobes, letting her clothing fall to the wayside on the carpet, making sure to miss the discharge that the blond woman had left behind. Just thinking about her makes the kobold shudder, but there is nothing that can be done for her. After all, no one was paying Kret to rescue people from this madwoman, and the elf has the information she needs. If she has this much magical talent, there's no way Kret can take it from her in a fair fight. She has to do as the elf says. “So, what now?"she asks, holding her hands outstretched, holding her head high.

“Now..." Talan says, walking off to the side. She claps her hands, and the magical light dims in the room. “I want you to clean up this mess."She motions to the floor where the blond woman's discharges lay.

Kret looks to the floor with a frown, but takes a deep breath and looks back to herself for support, only to squeal in surprise. Where the mirror once reflected the two of them, now there is a small auditorium where masked men and women of all shapes and sizes watched, staring intently at the kobold.

“Is something the matter?" Mistress Talan asks. The warm, sticky sensation of the mistress's slime boot pressing to her shoulder sends a chill down the kobold's spine. “I don't want to have to repeat myself,love. If you don't behave and do as you're told, then the audience will have to get a nice show of you and the Mistress of the Mistress." The elf applies pressure, pushing the kobold forward. Soon, the toe of her boot presses to Kret's skull, forcing her to go to the carpet snout-first.

The scent of fresh-cleaned floor and human sex fills her nostrils. The mistress knows how to keep a tight ship, but the pussy juice rubs up against the kobold's snout.

Strangely, the carpet has not absorbed it. Perhaps that, too, is a magical effect of the room. Talan spares no expense.

“Be a good girl and use your tongue," the elf urges her, lifting her foot off. Still, Kret feels the residue of the slime on her scales. It is not at all unpleasant, though that could be some magical effect to entice victims inside the embrace of the Mistress.

Taking a deep breath, Kret closes her eyes and rolls out her tongue. She presses it against the carpet. Though the carpet does not hold her saliva, it is still pulled from her tongue. By the time she tastes her first bit of the blond woman's sex, her tongue is nearly dry, yet the magical cleaning effect makes her tongue glide along it with much more ease than she would have ever thought possible. Perhaps it is because of the saliva?

Kret picks up a glob of discharge and flicks it back up into her mouth. Looking over to the audience, she can't help but gulp it down, as they would see if she was cheating. The fluid flows down her throat, the taste metallic. She shudders. This wasn't the taste of someone who was planning to be eaten out by a loving partner, but someone who creamed herself from coercion. It did not taste very good just from knowing that much.

“You need to speed up, dear," the elf says, grabbing Kret's tail. The kobold looks back in horror as she sees the egg-thing in the elf's hand. Before she could think about what she was doing, Kret kicks back, her clawed foot, hitting the elf in the face, scratching her cheek!

The mistress yelps in surprise, giving Kret the chance to pull her tail out. Kret stumbles up to her feet, stepping back. Her heel slips slightly on the discharge, but she is fleet enough to stay standing.

The mistress slowly stands up, a gloved hand covering her face. A crimson trickle drops off of her palm and onto the ground. “So... this is how its going to be, is it?" She pulls her hand away, revealing long cuts over her cheek. “It was just a simple show. It was just a simple grab. How many kobold girls are wandering alone in the wilderness? How many could possibly be the one with the artifact? But no, not only were you the wrong one, you had to come in here... in my demesne, and make a mockery of me!? No more!"

She throws her hand forward, and the living glove dematerializes until it becomes a whip in her hand. In the same motion, it lashes toward Kret, pulling the kobold in towards the elf and dragging the girl to her knees. “Apologize!"

Kret grabs at the goo around her neck, but it is so thin, so tight, its almost as if it wasn't there. Luckily, its just loose enough for her to croak out a “S... sorry...?"

The elf looks down on her as if she gazed upon a naughty animal.“Not good enough." She yanks the whip back, dragging Kret over toward the pool. Kret's knees scrape against the carpet, burning.

Things have gone entirely out of hand now. The fury flares within the kobold as she looks into the swirling, hungry pit, her eyes tightening into terrifying slits, her teeth gritted against each other, clamping down so hard, it tires her jaw. She grabs the whip length with one hand and turns to face the elf, holding out the other. Under her breath, she hisses out the magical incantations for one of her spells.

Mistress Talan's eyes widen. “Y... you are a wizard!? But..."

The spell is cast, and Kret pulls the whip with all of her strength. What the elf failed to realize was that underneath her boot-clad feet, a large patch of slippery grease formed out of nowhere. Since the carpet did not absorb any foreign liquids, the grease is free to be as dangerous as it ever could be. The surprise of it all sends her falling onto her back as Kret pulls, the trail of grease lined up perfectly to send the elf careening.

So surprised is Panas Talan, that the grip on Kret's neck loosens, allowing the kobold to hold onto her own end of the slime whip. Panas screams as her body shoots off towards the pool, and then, finally, splashes.

Holding desperately onto the lifeline, Panas bobs in the pool of slime, her corset and glove dissolving back into the Mistress of the Mistress. She sputters out some of the eldritch ooze and looks up pleadingly towards the kobold.

Kret, meanwhile, stands tall, looking down to her with uncaring eyes, appearing like a conquerer. No smile graces her face, and no pity is in her reptilian eyes.

“P... please!" Panas gasps, holding tightly to the whip. “Please, pull me out! I don't want to be trapped in the Mistress!"

Kret growls and lets the whip slip all-too-slightly. Panas screams and scrambles to reach up, but one hand is stuck, as if in quicksand. “Please! I'll do anything!"

“Tell me where he is!" Kret snarls.

The slime of the Mistress of the Mistress crawling up her body. It takes Panas a moment to register what Kret is even asking. “That... that bard? You want me to tell you now? I can't! I don't know where he is!"

Kret loosens her grip and the elf pulls some of it down closer to her, screaming as her lifeline disappears into the goop. That is, until Kret holds it again. “Funny. I thought you were in love with this stuff. Why are you so scared to take a swim?"

Tears stream down the woman's face as she pleads. “No, I- I don't know, okay? After he paid me back the money, he went on his way. Is that what you want? Your money? I can give you it back, with interest. Just don't let me get consumed!"

Kret's expression shifts to a crocodile grin as she leans in closer to the pool. “But elfy, you're not the one who owes me money, are you? I'm sure a talented whore like you would know where the paying customers go."

Panas gulps, her breasts now covered by the slime, sunk into the pool as more of the Mistress gets to her cheeks. It quivers excitedly as it tastes her blood. “Okay, fine! He said something about heading off towards Calin! That's all I know, I swear! Now please, pull me up! I beg you!"

Kret shrugs and stands back up. Looking the woman straight int othe eyes, she holds her hand out, and then she lets go of the whip. With the whip now back into the pool, the slime around the once Mistress Talan rises like a wave, shadowing the elf's face. She gasps as it crashes from behind her, sealing her beneath.

Kret turns towards the audience and snarls at them, raising her hands, fingers crackling with arcane energy. The viewers disperse into the passageways to the audience hall. Alone now, Kret strolls over to pick her clothes back up, but stops to take the egg. Perhaps she can use it to blow off some steam sometime...?

Out in the pleasure hall, a new scene emerges from the black swirling substance. A female figure, spread wide, completely enveloped, presses against the wall for all to see. All of her contours, all of her imperfections made manifest by the thin layer of slime that coats her. The viewers clap and cheer at this magical sculpture, but within, Panas Talan watches as she becomes the star attraction of her own business, unable to move, unable to call out for help. But... did she really want to? This tight grasp the Mistress has on her, it is the hug of a lover. No longer does she have to worry about feeding herself or going to sleep or making her own decisions. No, she is happily a part of the Mistress. And maybe, one day, all of those watching will be a part of Her too…