p style="margin: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.44444465637207px; line-height: 20px;"Upon closer inspection of the girl's back, she noticed something emblazoned on the flank. She'd recognize that heraldic symbol anywhere. The crest of the House of Tremaine. Eleanor? She quickly spun the girl around, gripping her arms. Those silver eyes staring deep into the green ones, looking for answers. "Just how did that get there?" She asked, each word emphasized. Andraia looked behind her, trying to jut out her bottom to see what the sea witch was referring to. "How did what get where?" She was pushed back towards a mirror, to see the brand reflecting back at her. And although it seemed familiar, it didn't ring any bells, as Andi shrugged her shoulders. Just as she had amnesia about anything before really coming to this place, that was a puzzle piece that didn't fit at the moment. "That mark happens to be the crest of a dear acquaintance of mine, so you'd do best not to lie to me." Her demeanor became testy as the girl racked her brain for answers but they didn't come. Even after the sea witch back handed her, all she did was throw her hands over her face and curl up as tight as she could, yelling, "I don't know, I promise, I can't remember anything!" Ursula noted the sincerity in the girl's voice, but the matter still couldn't be avoided. She belonged to Lady Tremaine, the writing was across her pretty little ass. Trying to get down to the root of the matter, she asked, "What is the last thing you remember before...well...coming here?" Andraia replied by singing the Mario Brothers tune. This just left the Cacaelia and her two hencheels blinking, before asking again, "Perhaps before that...?" "I don't know, it's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled." The girl sighed ruefully and muttered, "Damn..." and began singing and dancing around, "Last Friday night, yeah we danced on table tops, and we took too many shots, think we kissed but I forgot. Last Friday night, yeah we maxed out credit cards and got kicked out of the bar so we hit the boulevard. Last Friday night, we streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark, then had a menage-a-trois last Friday night. Yeah, I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop but this Friday night...do it all again." She made an about face, and was met with an irked face, slowing her gambol to a halt, "No?" She was rebuffed, "I know a better way that mouth could be used.." fingers gripped around her jaw to hold her still, "but I think we need to get you back to where you belong first." She went to a cupboard and pulled out a potion bottle, before rounding to her coral built cauldron. Speaking a few words that Andraia couldn't translate, and smashing the bottle inside, before they were both on a shore somewhere. The witch had now taken on a human form, with long brown hair and dark matching eyes. The girl then looked down and noticed she was clothed again...in a dress. She started twirling before her hand was gripped tightly in the other and she was dragged along. "Come on, sweet cheeks." She was still rather gruff. They made it to the estate easily, ringing the bell, to be met by an older woman with noticeable emerald eyes. Okay, Andi remembered those, but still wasn't sure why. The older woman shot a look at the sea witch, "Vanessa? What brings you here?" "Let's cut to the chase here. May we come inside?" "Why certainly. And who is she? She seems familiar..." "Exactly who I'm here to discuss." Andraia gave the older woman a nervous grin, as the older woman pursed her lips, those jade eyes sending out heated sparks. The girl really didn't understand everything, but taking that she apparently belongs to this woman and has gone missing, per say, she was pretty sure this wasn't going to be pretty. She hid behind the sea witch, as if that was a better choice. On second thought, she'd be better off pretending she was invisible. She suddenly felt nauseous as she ran out to the bushes outside to throw up. Both women became concerned and went to check on her, putting any sort of argument on hold for the moment. That is until it became understood why she was sick to her stomach. Then the arguments began. "You got her pregnant?!" "It wouldn't be that big of a deal if she was mine! How was I supposed to know? The little tramp had lost her memory of you!" As they became more heated, Andraia just sat down, her hands over her ears, hoping out loud that they wouldn't tear her apart. She doesn't regenerate very well. They both looked at her, she was obviously overwhelmed and confused. Amid it all, they'd both taking a liking to her. And whether they liked the full situation or not, this might not be that bad of an arrangement. The same devilish look came into their eyes, and all Andraia could do was meep. Between the two of them, they dragged her back into the house. Eleanor spoke up as they set Andi down on a chaise in the parlor. "There will have to be some form of payment on your end, Vanessa. Or should I say, Ursula?" "As in...?" "I would like to indulge in some of your powers. It shouldn't be too much of a bother, since you've felt the need to knock up my pet here. And besides, just think of the possibilities this sort of contract could have." "Possibilities, hmmm?" The witch rubbed her hands together as Eleanor asked, "Have we got a deal?" "How do you propose we seal it?" Both sets of eyes cut in Andraia's direction. Her eyes darted as Ursula came closer to her on the couch and Eleanor circled around her. She stuck in the middle like the cream of an Oreo. Lady Tremaine found the weak spot in the back of the dress and ripped down the back of it, as it cascaded down over Andi's shoulders and arms, exposing her breasts. With a sash, her hands were fettered tightly behind her back. The sudden chill of air causing her nipples to peak, and the silver hoops glimmered in the firelight, catching Eleanor's attention. With a raised brow, she looked at Vanessa, "Really?" and all she got was a pleased grin in return. "Just tug one like this, I'm sure you'll like what she does..." as she demonstrated, the girl gasped in air and her body jerked at the sensation. She could hear behind her, "Well, then..." before an agile hand spidered around to tug the other as the girl yipped out loud and then bit her bottom lip with a moan. Eleanor had always loved how receptive she was, this was some icing on the cake. The two equally derived abundant pleasure out of making her squirm. Another hand ran through her hair, yanking it at the root, eliciting yet another helpless yelp and moan. Eleanor hissed in her ear, "I think I can help you remember some things, hmmm, my little pet?" Half-way between awe and deer stuck in the headlights, Andi nodded, being rebuffed with a swift jerk of her hair to the side, "Like how I don't want to hear your head rattle when answering me, you will refer to me as mistress, understood?" "Yes, yes, Mistress..." "You really had a short chain on her, didn't you?" "I would like to hope so." "I don't blame you, she's a valuable asset." Nails dragged from the ankle, on up the calf, and crept past the knee as the skirt flowered back. The girl's bottom lip quivered as her breathing became ragged, pulse racing as she could hear Ursula speak to her mistress, "You know, I've never tried her out in this form. May I?" and the prolonged respond, as Eleanor had to think about it, "Why certainly, but you do realize that means you'll have to take care of me in the process." "Oh certainly." Both mahogany /p
p style="margin: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.44444465637207px; line-height: 20px;"and emerald eyes went ablaze as they both smirked. She escorted her back to the bedroom, as the bed would be far more comfortable than the sofa. After a quick strip, Eleanor grappled her hand in Andi's hair, leading her towards Vanessa. The witch reclined, as the girl went to work on the spot, sending her "baby daddy"? would that be the appropriate term? just shrug it off and don't think about it...into orbit. She remonstrated on Andi's mistress with her own titillating skills, as Eleanor had positioned to work her fingers across her little pet's velourious folds. The three commenced into an explosive unanimous orgasm before Andraia was pulled between them, fingers petting through her hair. /p
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p style="margin: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.44444465637207px; line-height: 20px;""So am I going to give birth to squid babies? I don't know how I feel about that." /p