We agreed to join forces to catch a mermaid, but you ended up tying me up as bait!

"Okay Isabella, I believe you." She said softly, while mentally telling herself that this was a necessary sacrifice and endurance for the ultimate goal. She handed Isabella her staff, without which Vanessa would not have been able to break free of her bonds by casting spells. She even took the initiative to add, "If the binding needs to be more effective, I know that my weak points ...... underarms and waist side are especially sensitive, if I am bound hard or ...... uh, scratched, it will be very easy for me to make no strength. Magic operation will also be stagnant." She frankly revealed her secret to show her trust in her partner. 　　The smile on Isabella's face deepened, an imperceptible gleam of triumph in her eyes. "Very well, Vanessa, I knew you'd understand. Here, turn your back to me and put your arms behind you." 　　Vanessa did as she was told and slowly turned around, revealing her defenseless back to Isabella. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she looked out at the sparkling sea in front of her. She could feel Isabella moving closer to her, carrying with her the scent of that mixture of sea air and her own distinctive scent. 　　The bondage, from the hands, had begun. 　　Isabella's movements were skillful and swift, not at all raw. She took Vanessa's hands, brought their wrists together, and placed them off to the side behind Vanessa's waist. The cool, rough cotton rope touched her skin, causing Vanessa to stifle a slight shiver. 　　The rope was first wrapped around the joined wrists, and Isabella strangled them so tightly that the first loop sunk deep into Vanessa's white, tender wrist flesh, bringing a clear sense of compression. She wrapped a full seven or eight loops, each one closely adjacent to the other, applying even pressure to ensure that the rope didn't slip. Vanessa could feel her wrist bones being tightened, the blood flow seemed to be affected somehow, and her fingertips began to tingle slightly. 　　After securing her wrists, Isabella began to work on the ends of the ropes. She maneuvered the rope between the crisscrossing wrist loops, pulling them tight and tying one complex and strong knot after another. Although Vanessa couldn't see it, she could clearly hear the rustling sound of the rope as it rubbed together, and the subtle pain and stronger feeling of bondage as it embedded itself further into the flesh with each tightening. Finally, with a final tug, Isabella tied a final knot, and Vanessa's hands were securely tied behind her back, unable to move at all. She tried to struggle a little, and the ropes at her wrists didn't budge, but instead a hot sensation came from the friction. 　　"Okay, hands done." Isabella's voice rang in her ears with a hint if a gasp, whether from exertion or excitement. "Now, the upper body and arms." 　　Without waiting for Vanessa to respond, Isabella passed the coil of rope underneath Vanessa's bound wrists, then pulled the rope upward and over her shoulders, passing it through her right and left armpits, respectively, and crossing it over her chest. Vanessa couldn't help but let out a short gasp as the rope strangled the tops of her full breasts. The rope was stuck just below the most voluptuous part of her breasts, like a cruel dividing line, strangling and squeezing her soft breast flesh upwards, making the already striking curvature even more alarming, almost like it was going to pop out of the V-neck of her shirt. A strong sense of oppression and shame swept over her instantly. 　　"Isabella! It's ...... too tight here!" Vanessa protested, her cheeks blushing. 　　"It has to be tight, or it'll be easy to break free." Isabella's voice was so calm that it bordered on cold, and she kept her hands on it, pulling the noose around her chest tighter again, and Vanessa could even hear the slight sound of her ribs being compressed, and her breathing became a little more difficult with it. 　　Isabella then guided the rope from her chest back to her back, crossing, tightening, and knotting it once again above the loops of rope she had originally tied to her wrists. In this way, her arms and upper body were tightly bound together, and her shoulders were forced to open back slightly, her breasts standing out even more. Vanessa felt like her upper body was a tightly wrapped gift, and any significant movement became impossible. 　　That wasn't all. Isabella continued to wrap the ropes around Vanessa's upper body, one after another, from her armpits to her chest and then to her waist and stomach, as if she were weaving a tight rope net. Each rope sank deep into the material and flesh of her clothing, strangling the fabric of her shirt into deep folds, as well as outlining the curves of her slim waist and full breasts and hips. The rough feeling of friction and tight wrapping as the ropes repeatedly wrapped around her armpits and the side of her chest made Vanessa uncomfortable, yet powerless to resist. 　　Then came the arms. 　　Isabella fit Vanessa's upper arms tightly to the sides of her body, then used the remaining rope to wrap several more times around her just above her elbows and tie them securely to the main loop of rope behind her back. This left Vanessa's arms completely immobilized from her shoulders to her wrists, unable to lift them even slightly. She felt like a crucified sufferer, completely losing control of her upper body. 　　"Almost there, and finally the legs." Isabella's voice sounded again as she crouched down and began to deal with Vanessa's lower body. 　　Vanessa looked down and all she could see was the top of Isabella's black hair and the seemingly endless supply of white rope in her hands. The rope was first wrapped around the base of her thighs, near her crotch bone. Isabella was equally relentless in her strangulation, the rope sinking deep into Vanessa's plump and elastic thigh muscles, bringing on an aching sensation. It was wrapped around several times and then knotted and secured. 　　Next, the rope was lowered down, about a palm width above her knees, and the same binding was performed again. The rope was so tight against her bones that Vanessa could even feel the tension of the tendons being pulled at the bend of her knee.

　　"What's wrong?" Isabella pretended to be surprised, but her fingers didn't leave, instead pressing and rubbing gently on the loop of rope around that area, as if checking the firmness of the knots and ...... teasing. "I'm just checking to see if there's any risk of the rope coming loose. You see, the fact that you're reacting so much means that these areas are indeed weak spots, and need to be tied tighter to prevent you from struggling with your sensitivity and letting the ropes loose when the time comes, which would be a lost cause." 　　Her reasoning was so grand that one could not refute it. However, her movements were full of ambiguous teasing. At times, her fingertips pressed hard on the ropes that had sunk into the flesh, bringing about a deeper sense of bondage and a slight pain and numbness, and at other times, she swept lightly like a feather over the sensitive skin that had been strangled and reddened by the edges of the ropes, stirring up a burst of uncontrollable shivering. 　　Vanessa bit her lower lip, forcing back the moan that almost escaped her throat. The sensation was too strange; the tightly bound body was already in a highly sensitive state, and Isabella's touch amplified it. Shame, irritation, a hint of unspeakable tingling, and a hint of fear of the unknown mixed together and pounded her tough nerves. She couldn't explode, she couldn't show weakness, Isabella was right, this was a necessary measure to capture the mermaid, it was hard, but she had to endure it. She kept admonishing herself mentally. 　　"I...I know it's weakness ......" Vanessa's voice squeezed through her teeth with a suppressed gasp, "but you don't have to...you don't have to check like this! ! It's tied so tightly, so very tightly, that it can't possibly come loose!" 　　"Is it?" Isabella was noncommittal, her fingers finally moving away from her armpits, but sliding slowly down the side of her body to the side of Vanessa's waist, following the rope loops. 　　Vanessa's waist was extremely slender, and at the moment, it was tightly wrapped horizontally by several ropes, making it even more unbearable to hold. As soon as Isabella's fingers touched there, Vanessa's entire body violently shrank to the side as if she had been scalded, and her bound feet clumsily jumped a small step in an attempt to avoid that unbearable touch. 　　"Don't move!" Isabella bellowed, her tone carrying a hint of command, while her other hand quickly wrapped around Vanessa's waist, securing her in front of her. This action made the two of them almost stick together, Vanessa's hands that were tied back against Isabella's abdomen could clearly feel the temperature and lines of the other's body. And Isabella's hand wrapped around her waist was pressed right on that most sensitive rope loop on the side of her waist. 　　"You see, a casual movement could cause you to lose your balance." Isabella's voice was close to her ear, and her warm breath brushed against Vanessa's ear, causing her ears to burn. "The waist here is also a key area, if the bindings aren't in place here, you might still be able to struggle with your back strength. I'll have to make sure. ......" 　　With that, the hand that was pressed against the side of Vanessa's waist began to move. The fingers were skillfully embedded in the gap between the ropes and the waist flesh, not roughly scratching, but gently scratching and pressing with a certain rhythm. There was already one of the weaknesses that Vanessa had voluntarily confessed to, and right now the sensation was magnified several times under the tight confinement of the ropes. An intense stimulation mixed with itching, numbness and acidity instantly swept over Vanessa's entire body like a tidal wave. 　　"Ah!" She finally couldn't help but scream out in shock, her body twisting violently, like a fish forced out of the water, trying to get away from that terrible touch. But Isabella's arms were firmly locked around her waist like iron hoops, and her rope-bound limbs made all of her struggles seem futile and ridiculous, instead, because of her body's writhing, the ropes sunk even deeper into her flesh and sketched out even more alarming curves. 　　"Let go...Isabella! Don't...don't get it!" Vanessa's voice was tinged with sobs, not from the pain, but from the extreme shame of being in complete control, powerless to resist, yet having her physiology forcibly aroused. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like they were dripping blood, her eyes were moist, her breathing became incredibly rapid, and her chest, which was tightened by the ropes, rose and fell violently, as if she was going to [X] in the next second. 　　Isabella watched Vanessa's reaction in her arms, her eyes dark and glittering with an elusive light. She seemed to be pleased with this vulnerable yet resilient, mortified but unable to resist look on Vanessa's face. Her fingers didn't stop, but instead intensified, lingering on that sensitive area on the side of her waist, sometimes gently scraping over it with her fingernails, sometimes pressing heavily with her fingertips. 　　"Bear with me, Vanessa." Isabella's voice lowered with a compelling magnetism, "It's helping you get used to it. Imagine if a mermaid showed up, its compulsion might be more unbearable than this. What you're feeling now is just physical discomfort, it could be a mental shock when the time comes. Adapting to this...loss of control in advance may not be a bad thing." 　　Her skewed reasoning mixed with the warm breath in her ear and the deadly scratching on the side of her waist nearly broke Vanessa's will. She clenched her teeth to keep from making any more shameful noises, but her body spasmed slightly and uncontrollably, her legs weakening and relying almost entirely on Isabella's support to stay on her feet. 　　"Enough... really enough..." said Vanessa, her voice tinged with pleading, sweat having soaked through her back, the shreds of hair on her forehead sticking to her skin in an unusually lopsided fashion, "I'm... I'm getting used to it . ...really..." 　　Isabella seemed to have finally had enough fun, or rather, she knew how to take what she could get. She slowly let go of the hand that was scratching the side of Vanessa's waist, but the arm that was wrapped around her waist didn't let go right away, remaining in a semi-embracing position, allowing Vanessa to lean against her to catch her breath and calm down. 　　"Looks like the bondage works well here." Isabella let out a soft chuckle, her gaze falling on Vanessa's flushed, unresolved cheeks and slightly fluttering eyelashes, "You're very sensitive, Vanessa." 　　Vanessa closed her eyes and tried to calm her frantic heartbeat and rapid breathing. She didn't want to respond to the words; it would only make her more defenseless. Isabella's behavior had gone far beyond a "necessary inspection", that kind of ambiguous, with obvious teasing and controlling touch, made the uneasiness in her heart like an underwater reef, becoming clearer and clearer. But at this moment, she was firmly bound and isolated, what else could she do but endure and pray that Isabella would keep her promise? 　　"Now," Isabella finally released her grip on her waist and took a step back, admiring Vanessa's posture, which was even more disheveled and seductive because of the "fight" she had just had, "it's my turn to be tied up. "

　　"How could you ...... Isabella! How could you do this to me!" Vanessa finally broke down and screamed, tears coming uncontrollably to her eyes and sliding down mixed with sweat, "I trusted you so much! I told you all my weaknesses! I can't believe you ...... you're going to feed me to those monsters!" 　　"Feed? No, no, no," Isabella corrected, wagging her finger, "It's 'attract'. You'll be well protected ...... well, most of the time. After all, an over-injured or dead bait can't give off such wonderful 'pheromones'. You need to stay awake, feel everything, and amplify your emotions." She picked up the metal prop and slowly reached for the buttons of Vanessa's shirt as she looked on in horror. 　　"Now, let's start by boosting the strength of the 'signal'. After all, bondage alone may not be exciting enough." Isabella's smile became wicked and expectant, "Don't worry, I've handpicked all these props, and some of them are infused with a slight amount of magic to ensure that you can 'consistently' provide the energy we need." 　　"No! DON'T! Let go of me! Isabella! You liar! Demon!" Vanessa struggled frantically, her bound body erupting with surprising strength as the ropes sank deep into her flesh, strangling deeper red marks, and even the stinging sensation of abraded skin coming from some places. But all of her resistance was futile in front of the elaborate bondage, instead, because of the writhing, it made the curves of her body even more emphasized under the pressure of the ropes, filled with a fragile and miserable beauty. 　　Isabella easily restrained her writhing, securing her shoulders with one hand and deftly undoing the top two silver buttons of her shirt with the other. The slightly cool air touched the sweat-soaked skin and Vanessa shivered violently. 　　"Stop! Please! Isabella! For the sake of our classmates! Let me go!" Begging replaced the angry curses, Vanessa dropped all her dignity before the extreme fear and shame, "I'll give you all my possessions! My magic materials! All of it will be given to you! As long as you let go of me!" 　　"Those things, when I catch the mermaid, I will naturally have more." Isabella didn't waver, her eyes were cold and focused, already fully immersed in her plan. She pulled the neckline of Vanessa's shirt slightly open, revealing more pale skin and the [X] that had been made even more pronounced by the rope strangulation. 　　Then, at Vanessa's despairing gaze, Isabella picked up another prop - it was a magical device with a thin conductor wire and a small adsorption disk at the end. She gently pressed the adsorption disk onto the bare skin of Vanessa's chest, near her heart. A weak but clear electric current sensation came instantly, and Vanessa stiffened and couldn't help but let out a short whimper. 　　"It's an 'emotional amplifier'," Isabella explained, sounding as if she were describing a common magical item, "It makes everything you feel . . more distinct, and helps diffuse your 'pheromones'." She adjusted the knob on the device, and Vanessa immediately felt the electric sensation intensify, as if tiny needles were continually stimulating her nerves, making her numb and itchy and hard to ignore. 　　And that was just the beginning. 　　Isabella's hand reached for the metal prop, as well as all those other ambiguously shaped objects in the box with self-explanatory purposes. Her eyes traveled over Vanessa's tightly bound body, as if considering where to begin the "enhancement" ritual. 　　"You know, Vanessa," Isabella's voice took on an almost chanting tone, full of malicious pleasure, "when you are hanging from the bow of the boat, half submerged in the cold water, feeling the touch of unknown creatures, your fear is at its peak, and you are being forcibly aroused by these props, you give off an aura of fear. ...... The aura you emanate will be as bright as a lighthouse in the darkness, drawing those beautiful prey that lie deep under the sea, one by ...... one." 　　Vanessa closed her eyes and the tears flowed silently. She no longer struggled or pleaded. The great sense of betrayal and the horrible encounter that was to come, far beyond her imagination, was like a boundless darkness that swallowed her completely. She finally realized Isabella's whole plan - she was not only the bait, but also a living trap that had been carefully "tuned" and "used". 　　We agreed to work together to catch the mermaid, but you kidnapped me to be the bait! 　　These words have now become a cold and cruel reality, like the bottomless ocean under the boat, completely drowning all her hopes. 　　Isabella picked up a small, constantly vibrating magical sphere, slowly squatted down, and her gaze was cast between Vanessa's legs that were tightly bound by ropes and unable to close. 　　"Let us begin, the first step of 'strengthening'." 　　Vanessa's eyes snapped open, her pupils contracting from extreme fear.

　　And that, is just ahead. 　　Just as Vanessa was being tortured into unconsciousness and almost fainting by the powerful vibrations ahead, Isabella's finger landed on the controller once again. 　　This time, it was behind her. 　　The metal prop called "Breath of the Deep", which was forced into the device, was originally only slowly rotating and pulsating, bringing a cold foreign body sensation and discomfort. But under Isabella's control, its internal mechanism suddenly accelerated! 　　"Ummm...!" Vanessa's eyes snapped open, her pupils contracting from extreme horror. The foreign object behind her no longer merely existed, it began to rotate and vibrate even more violently, even as if it was generating a faint suction force, mimicking some kind of creepy, rhythmic movement from the deep sea. The feeling of being propped open and violated from within instantly amplified several times, forming a terrifying back-and-forth and resonance with the powerful vibrations in front of them! 　　"No! NO! NO!!!" Vanessa shook her head frantically, her hair, long soaked with seawater and sweat, clumped messily against her cheeks and neck. She felt like a candle being lit from both ends at once, melting faster in a humiliating and painful way. The body no longer belonged to her; it had become a furnace of pain, repeatedly tormented between the cold sea water and the searing heat of the stimulus. 　　The impact from the front and the churning from behind, two different frequencies and nature of stimulation were like two violent waves, colliding and mingling fiercely in her body, creating a chaotic and extreme sensory storm that far exceeded her tolerance limit. She was unable to think, unable to resist, and could only passively withstand this wave of impact that was stronger than the other. A broken and whimpering sound that even she could not understand came out of her throat, like a wail, but also like a twisted moan that was forced out. 　　"Stop ...... please ...... Isabella ...... I'll die . . really die ......" Her pleas had grown weak, with a breathy sound, as if she would break at any moment. Her body's reaction, however, was completely contrary to her will, trembling, spasming and tightening uncontrollably under the cruel play of the double props, even as more warm currents of betrayal welled up. This complete departure of mind and body brought with it a deep-seated despair and self-loathing. 　　Isabella stood at the bow of the boat, observing all this with indifference. She saw Vanessa suspended above the waves, her body trembling and writhing from the extreme stimulation, like a mermaid forced out of the water and subjected to electric torture. The moist, rope-wrapped body displayed a fragile and poignant sense of power as it struggled, and the mixture of pain, fear, and forced-hypnotized physiological reactions really did give off an eerie and intense aura. She could even vaguely see that the waters around Vanessa seemed to be rippling in unusual, subtle ways due to this intense emotion and energy fluctuation. 　　"Yes, that's it ......," Isabella whispered to herself, a frenzied gleam in her eyes, "Keep it up, Vanessa, a little more intense ...... Let all those denizens of the deep feel your 'passion' and 'fear' ......" 　　Instead of stopping, she adjusted the controller again. 　　"Ahhhhhh-!" 　　Vanessa let out a long, heartbreaking cry, her body, as if pulled to its limit by an invisible force, violently reared back into a shocking arc, and then violently curled up, and so on, like a butterfly nailed to a specimen board that was still struggling for its life. The intensity of the props seemed to have reached a certain tipping point, and the intense stimulation was like a flood breaking through the dike, completely overpowering her last defense of consciousness. Everything in front of her eyes began to spin and blur, and all that was left in her ears were her own broken gasps, the roar of the waves, and those two never-ending buzzing and vibrating sounds like those from the depths of hell. 　　Before her consciousness sank into complete darkness, the last thing she perceived was Isabella's cold and expectant voice that seemed to come from the distant sky: 　　"It seems ...... that the 'fish bait' has finally entered its best state. They ...... should be coming soon, right ......" 　　These words were like the final judgment, shattering Vanessa's remaining hope completely. She stopped pleading, stopped struggling, and hung there like a doll that had been played with, with only her body still trembling reflexively and weakly under the compulsion of the props. Humiliation, fear, and a kind of despair of being completely powerless over her own destiny, like this cold sea water, drowned her completely from the inside to the outside. 　　Don't open the props ......

　　Her fingertips gouged dead center into her palms behind her, and the sharp pain of the ropes sinking deeper into her flesh came from the force of her back-bound wrists. But this physical pain seemed so insignificant in front of the extreme sensual stimulation that came from within her body and was forced from the outside. 　　"Isabella ...... kill me ...... please ......" With the last vestiges of her waking consciousness, she turned toward the bow of the ship and sending out a weak, desperate begging. She would rather die than be in this situation again, losing herself to these inhuman creatures playing with her. 　　In response, however, was Isabella's even hotter gaze and another subtle adjustment on the ...... controller. 　　The rotation of the "Breath of the Deep" suddenly accelerated to a new level! The magic sphere in front of her also increased the intensity of the vibration! 　　"Ah... ！！！！" 　　Vanessa's defense line, at this moment, completely collapsed. 　　The pent-up, devastating torrent of orgasm exploded with an even more violent and irresistible force than the first time! 　　Her body recoiled violently upwards as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, almost collapsing the ropes binding her! What came out of her throat was no longer a scream, but a hoarse, prolonged wail as if her soul had been torn apart. Everything in front of her eyes was covered in a dazzling white light, hearing, touching, all all senses drowned in the sheer, out-of-control physical storm. 　　This orgasm was more violent, more prolonged, and ...... more hollow than the last. 　　She clearly felt her body in the crazy spasm, contraction, feel the hot flow uncontrollably gushed out, feel those mermaids more excited touch and explore ...... but her consciousness, but as if withdrawn from, suspended in mid-air, indifferently "watching"! "Watching indifferently how this body, named "Vanessa", trembled and collapsed over and over again in the extreme humiliation and forced pleasure. 　　There was no joy, only endless emptiness and self-destructive despair. 　　When the tsunami of sensuality finally receded, what was left behind was an even more barren spiritual ruin. 　　Vanessa was paralyzed in her rope bindings, as if all her bones had been drained away. Her eyes were completely unfocused, staring vacantly at the gray sky. Her body was still twitching nervously, but she could barely respond to the hands and tongues of the mermaids that were still roaming her body, savoring the "afterglow". 　　She was no longer struggling, pleading, or even thinking. 　　"I can't believe I'm being played to orgasm by a fish ......" 　　The thought no longer brought intense shame, but became a cold, established fact of knowledge. As if stating a story that was irrelevant and pathetic. 　　She, Vanessa, once a mage, was now nothing more than a used, dying fish bait. 　　Just then, Isabella let out a triumphant cry from the bow of the ship! 　　"Success! The spell formation is completely closed! They can't get away!" 　　Only to see that the surrounding sea surface suddenly lit up with countless crisscrossing blue rays of light made of magic, forming a huge cage that enveloped the sailboat as well as the surrounding tens of meters of sea! Those mermaids that were originally swimming flexibly, crashed into the wall of light, emitting agonizing hisses, and were firmly confined to this area! 　　Isabella acted quickly, she took out the special fishing nets and chains engraved with binding runes that she had prepared long ago, and began to methodically catch those mermaids that looked a bit flustered due to being trapped. Her movements were skillful and precise, and it was obvious that she had been planning for this for too long. 　　Vanessa hung below the bow of the boat, like a forgotten prop that had lost its usefulness. The cold sea water was still soaking her, the ropes were still tightly binding her, and the two magic props were still whistling tirelessly. Although the mermaids were trapped by the spell, there were still a few that were close enough to touch her limp body with their hands and tongues instinctively and fondly, drawing the last bit of "breath" that remained. 　　But she couldn't feel much more. 　　The physical stimuli were still there, but they no longer seemed to penetrate the thick shell of ice that encased her mind. 　　She stared up at the sky with empty eyes. 　　In her mind, what echoed repeatedly was only that one sentence, as if from a distant shore, the most precise and cruel footnote to her fate at this moment: 　　Yes, she experienced. She endured. She ...... broke down.

　　These props, which she had held so dear and had such high hopes for, were now being used, one by one, in ways she had once envisioned for herself! 　　The props I had prepared were all being used on me? 　　This realization hit Isabella's soul like the heaviest of hammers, causing her mind to go blank, and then being filled with a monstrous sense of humiliation, fear, and absurdity. 　　How could this be? These props should have been used on Vanessa! They should have made her exude the most tantalizing pheromones in pain and shame to attract the mermaids! Instead ...... instead of being used on me! 　　"No ...... it can't be ......" she muttered in disorientation, her voice hoarse and dry with a violent tremor. She desperately twisted her tightly bound body, trying to shake off those horrible things embedded in her, but every struggle only made the ropes strangle tighter, making those props rub and squeeze against her body, bringing even more intense and crippling stimulation. 　　The vibrating spheres in front of her seemed to activate some kind of pattern under her futile writhing, their frequency suddenly rising a notch! 　　"Ah...!" Caught off guard, Isabella let out a short scream as her body arched violently upward and was pulled back hard by the ropes and her own weight, slamming down hard on the deck and causing her to black out in pain. The intense, against-her-will tingling sensation ran through her limbs like an electric current, wildly intertwined with the panic and shame she felt inside. 　　The core of the "Breath of the Deep" behind her seemed to have been sensed, and its internal rotation became even more powerful, bringing about a feeling of intense discomfort as it was being stretched open and violated from the inside. 　　"Stop ...... turn them off ...... please ......" she cried out into the empty, tilted deck. Tears welled up uncontrollably once again. She finally knew firsthand what a desperate and horrifying experience it was when these cold, magical creations raged within her. It wasn't just a physical irritation, it was a complete destruction of will and dignity. 　　"Like it? Isabella." 　　A cold, ethereal voice with echoes of the sea resounded abruptly above her. 　　Isabella stiffened and raised her head with difficulty. 　　Vanessa stood right in front of her, looking down on her from above. It was still the same naked, pearl luster perfect body, long wet hair seaweed-like, and in those reptile-like vertical pupils, there was no human emotion, only a deep bottomless coldness and ...... a hint of almost cruel playfulness. 　　In her hands, she was playing with the familiar remote controller that was engraved with runes. It is this controller, once in control of Vanessa's body props, and now, it is clearly in control of Isabella's body of these "baby". 　　"These can be your carefully selected 'masterpieces'." Vanessa's fingers gently slid over the surface of the controller, her movements graceful and calm, as if she were tuning the pitch of an instrument. "'Emotion Sensing Patch', used to amplify and conduct the physiological signals of fear and shame; 'High Frequency Vibrating Sphere', responsible for the continuous stimulation of the core sensitive zones to catalyze physiological responses; and this one 'Breath of the Deep' core ...... simulates the pressure and rhythm of the deep sea environment, deepening the sense of foreign body and the fear of being swallowed ......" 　　With every name and use of the props she spoke, Isabella's face paled and her body trembled uncontrollably. These were the details of the plan she had whispered to the unconscious Vanessa in the first place, as if showing off a trophy! Vanessa she ...... she remembered them all! And, she was now using that knowledge to retaliate on her as is! 　　"I must say, you have ...... unique tastes." The corner of Vanessa's mouth hooked up into an extremely faint, extremely cold arc, and that smile made Isabella fall into an ice cave, "Especially since this 'Breath of the Deep' ...... really does allow one to better 'adapt to the ' marine environment, doesn't it?" 　　As her words fell, Isabella clearly felt the intensity of that foreign object spinning and pulsing behind her intensify once again! The sensation was no longer a simple foreign body sensation, but more like a ...... living creature's, malignant exploration and aggression! 　　"No! Take it out! Take it out!" Isabella screamed as she broke down, her body writhing frantically like a fish nailed to a chopping block in a futile attempt to rid herself of the horrible invasive sensation. "Vanessa! I was wrong! I know it was wrong! I shouldn't have used those things against you! Please! Turn them off! Take them out!" 　　Vanessa ignored her pleas, instead crouching down to Isabella's level. Those icy vertical pupils gazed up close at Isabella's tear-streaked face, distorted by fear and irritation. 　　"Now you know to beg for mercy?" Vanessa's voice was soft, but carried the weight of a thousand pounds, "When you used these things on me, did you ever hear half a plea from me?" 　　Her fingertips, with the coolness of the sea, brushed over the red marks on Isabella's cheeks from the ropes, and then slowly slid down over her violently heaving chest, which was adsorbed by the "emotion-sensing patch". 　　The real, cold touch, and the electric stimulation from the patch, the buzzing vibration of the props before and after were superimposed together, making Isabella's body shiver violently, and she let out an unstoppable moan that was a mixture of pain and shame. 　　"See, they do 'work' very well." Vanessa's fingertips pressed lightly on one of the metal disks, eliciting even more violent convulsions and whimpers from Isabella. "As you said at first, it allows me to 'continuously' provide the energy I need. Now, it's your turn to provide it, Isabella." 　　"No ...... I'm not bait ...... I'm not ......" Isabella denied futilely, but her body was in multiple stimuli sadly betrayed her will. A strange, desperate heat began to converge deep in the pit of her belly, a lurid contrast to the cold fear within. 　　"Aren't you?" Vanessa cocked her head, a sneer flashing in her vertical pupils, "Then tell me, what should a tightly bound, hung with special props used to attract and please mermaids, and reeking of a ...... thing that reeks of fear and shame, be called?" 　　Isabella opened her mouth, but could not make any sound. Every word of Vanessa's was like a hardened dagger, piercing through all her defenses and self-deceptions with precision. 　　Vanessa stood up and raised that controller again. Her gaze went to the distant sea that was still covered by the confinement spell and where the mermaids were still swimming. 　　"It seems that the 'signal strength' needs to be raised a bit more." She whispered softly to herself, as if evaluating some experimental data, "After all, the previous bait's specifications were too high, and this current one ...... inevitably seems a bit 'cheap'. A stronger stimulus is needed to make up for the lack of quality." 　　Isabella caught the implication of her words, and great fear gripped her instantly! 　　"No! Vanessa! Don't! Please! Don't step it up! I'll go crazy! I'll really go crazy!" She cried out hoarsely, all dignity and pride gone, leaving only the most primal, primal fear of more pain and loss of control. 　　Vanessa's finger, however, had pressed a button on the controller without hesitation. 　　"Buzz-!!!" 　　The vibrating sphere in front of her was violently raised to an unprecedentedly high frequency! It no longer felt like a vibration, but more like a constant, powerful shock that chiseled hard on her most sensitive core! 　　"Uhhhhhhhh-!!!" 　　Isabella let out a long, mournful cry that didn't sound like a human voice, her body violently recoiling like it was being pulled to its limit by an invisible force, her neck veins bulging out, her eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets! The strong, completely against her will torrent of pleasure was like a flood that broke the dike, savagely washing over the dam of her sanity. 　　At the same time, the core of the "Breath of the Deep" behind her suddenly accelerated and generated a weak pulse that simulated the suction of the deep sea! 　　The intensity of the back-and-forth attack instantly increased by several levels! The feeling of being violated and toyed with from both ends at the same time made Isabella's consciousness instantly become blank, leaving only her body to instinctively and frantically respond to this imposed, destructive stimulation. 　　"No ...... can't ...... stop ......" she murmured unconsciously, saliva mixed with tears slipping from the corners of her mouth , and her eyes began to lax. The spasms in her body came in waves that were stronger than ever, and the pent-up heat couldn't be contained any longer, rushing out in torrents.

　"In the name of the ocean, grant thee eternal confinement." Vanessa's voice was like chanting an ancient incantation, with an undeniable majesty. 　　With a movement of her mind, those ghostly blue living ropes were like vipers that had discovered their prey, snapping out! 　　The first rope wrapped around Isabella's slender ankle with precision. It is not simply bound, but like a living thing, it closely fits the contours of her bones, deeply embedded in the skin and flesh, and then ...... fused. With a flash of ghostly blue light, the end of the rope seemed to grow countless tiny roots, which were rooted into the bones of Isabella's ankle, bringing about a subtle but deeply penetrating tingling sensation. 　　"Uh ......" Isabella's numb body jerked violently, and her lax pupils focused slightly, flashing a trace of instinctive fear. But the sensation was fleeting; the living ropes had completed their initial immobilization, and the tingling sensation turned into a constant, icy feeling of restraint, as if her ankles themselves had become part of the shackles. 　　It was followed by the other ankle, the same way, the same fusion. Her feet were forced together, immobilized, and she could no longer separate them in the slightest. 　　Then it was above her knees, at the base of her thighs ...... living cords wrapped up one after the other, each deeply embedded in her muscles, creating bizarre connections with her bones and nerve endings. Isabella felt as if her legs were being stripped of their senses and remodeled by these cold, living ropes; they were no longer just restraints, but more like a foreign, parasitic organ that was taking over control of her lower body. 　　The ropes spread upwards, wrapping around her slender waist, outlining her hourglass curves even more, but also bringing a stronger sense of suffocation and being in control. Then came the hands, roughly twisted backwards behind her back, wrists together, the living ropes holding them in place as if they were welded, and the same deep fusion was carried out. Her arms were forced to stretch backward, aching pain came from her shoulder blades, and her breasts were forced to stand out even more in an extremely humiliating, sacrificial position. 　　And that wasn't all. The living ropes continued to wrap around her upper body, as if weaving a tight torture garment, with every inch of skin from her armpits to her chest tightly wrapped and fused. Finally, a rope was strung across the underside of her neck, not too tight to be immediately fatal, but bringing with it the psychological oppression of being choked at all times. 　　When the last living rope finished fusing, the ghostly blue light faded into Isabella's body. At this moment, her entire body was tightly wrapped and fused by this translucent, dark blue rope with energy flow inside, like a carefully crafted, humanoid deep-sea detainer. The ropes fit perfectly with her body, outlining every curve, and also deprived her of all freedom of movement. She couldn't even move a finger or turn her head, completely becoming a prisoner with a permanently fixed posture. 　　An unprecedented, soul-deep sense of despair replaced the previous numbness and slowly surged into Isabella's heart. She finally understood what Vanessa meant by "permanent bondage". This was not an ordinary bondage, this was a kind of eternal confinement that was connected to her body, and perhaps even her life essence, and could not be broken free from! 　　"No......唔......" She wanted to scream, wanted to plead, but her throat was compressed by the ropes under her neck, and she could only let out a vague whimper. Tears welled up uncontrollably once again, sliding down her cheeks where she was immobilized in her position. 　　Vanessa examined her "work" with satisfaction. This "permanent straitjacket" not only deprived Isabella of her freedom, but was also a continuously operating ...... energy converter. 　　She raised her hand again, more and more subtle blue water droplets gathered. This time, they coalesced into several small, more delicate shape living props. 　　A droplet-shaped crystal that constantly emitted a faint and soft light slowly floated towards Isabella's forehead, gently attached itself, and then seeped into her skin as if it had melted. This was the "Spirit Amplifier", which would ensure that Isabella's consciousness would remain awake at all times, amplifying every bit of her senses so that she could not escape from reality through unconsciousness or mental collapse. 　　Two small, shell-like, living adsorption disks replaced the rough metal discs and attached themselves precisely to the top of her chest. A slow, constant, heartbeat-like pulsation came from within them, not an intense stimulus, but a subtle, nerve-provoking tingling sensation that kept her in a state of subtle, impossible-to-ignore physical sensitivity. 　　The final and most central component. A more complex, living construct with a more active internal energy flow slowly floated between Isabella's legs. It was like the egg sac of some deep-sea creature, with a smooth surface but with a subtle, rhythmic pulsation. It didn't forcefully invade, but as if it possessed life, it gently and tightly fit into her most fragile core area, and then similarly began to fuse. 　　"Uhhhhhh-!" The moment that living construct completed its connection with her body, Isabella let out a mournful, wailing cry mixed with pain and extreme shame. That feeling was very different from the cold magic prop, it was as if it was alive, warm, and even carried an eerie ...... intimacy. It fit her tightly, and from within came slow but firm whirling and sucking pulses, not for instant, intense stimulation, but for ...... constant, slow squeezing. 　　"This is the 'Fountain of Life Core'," Vanessa's voice was as cold and clear as an explanation from the abyss, "It will connect with your most innate life force and physiological cycles. Fear, shame, despair ...... all those negative emotions that you can generate, as well as the physiological reactions that your body is forced to stimulate ...... will be its food. It will slowly and continuously transform these 'juices' into the purest oceanic energy." 　　She paused, and a cruel glint flashed through her vertical pupils, "And you, Isabella, you will be permanently confined here as this living 'energy fountain', providing this ocean ...... for me to ...... provide sustenance. This is what 'juicing' means." 　　Isabella listened thoroughly. Not only was she being permanently detained, but she was to be used as a living, conscious "energy source" to be continually and slowly juiced of the energy she had generated from her pain and humiliation! This was a million times more cruel than death, than any torture! She will always be awake, always feeling this humiliation and bondage, always existing as a ...... tool. 　　"No ...... Vanessa ...... you can't ...... do this ...... to me! ...... "With all her strength, she squeezed a broken, desperate plea from her crushed throat, "Kill me ......Please . . just kill me ......" 　　But Vanessa just looked at her indifferently, as if she were looking at an implement about to be put to use.