Control them.

One week later

For the past seven days, the creature had gorged itself on Xena and Gabrielle's essence. The blonde's ability to climax over and over was used against the young woman, and she had been cumming non-stop ever since it had assured its dominance over her. It could feel the emotions radiating off of her through her essence; fear, pleasure, defeat, concern. Every now and then, she deluded herself that she could escape, and she tried to free her arms or legs from the tendrils holding her in place. But it was always useless. The blondes mental resistance had finally dropped low enough that it could examine her deepest thoughts, and it inserted a thin tendril into her ear directly towards her brain.

Images began to flood its consciousness. It saw nights were she was entwined with her dark-haired friend, pleasuring each other for hours until they were satisfied. It saw struggles against enemies. The wonder in which she saw the world around her. And much, much more. Every secret, every desire, and every part of her being was observed by the creature. And it was sickened by what it saw. So much potential to rise to greatness, and it was all wasted. She could have the world at her feet, or at least her immediate surroundings, and she did nothing with it.

It pushed deeper into her mind and came across her personal memories. Hundreds involved her black-haired companion, but one specific stood out, its image shining more vibrant than the others.

It showed the two women sitting around a campfire, talking to each other. It was boring and dull, but near the end, it finally showed something interesting. The two had consumed a fair amount of **** and were sharing to each other their greatest sexual fantasies. The creature heard how it was the blonde's greatest fantasy to find out what it was like to be restrained, and taken against her will. She wondered what it would feel like if she was **** to orgasm again and again, and being powerless to stop the never-ending ****. The memory continued by showing how the other woman began to restrain her arms and legs in a crude fashion, and how she used a simple wooden object to **** the blonde into several screaming orgasms.

Well, she got her fantasy fulfilled. It wondered if she was happy, but it cared not if she was or wasn't. It pushed even further, past the personal memories, into the deepest, most secluded part of her mind. The creatures mental image was that of a pitch-black void. Occasionally, white flashes could be seen in the distance, and from its connection with its tendrils, it knew that those flashes coincided with her body going through yet another orgasm. In the middle of the void, it found what it was looking for; the mental image of Gabrielle.

The young bard was laying on her side, completely naked, her legs pulled against her chest in a fetal position. Her eyes were staring blindly ahead into the darkness, and her mouth opened and closed in non-coherent ramblings. Every time the flashes intensified, the mental image's eyes rolled back as her body shook in orgasm. Tears fell from her eyes as she recovered from the climax, only to realise the next was already building up.

It watched for a few minutes, seeing if everything changed, but there was no reaction from the blonde woman. Satisfied that she was sufficiently broken for its next phase, he withdrew its consciousness from its prey and returned to its own body. The large blue eye slowly turned to the other side of the pool, where the dark-haired one was in everlasting denial. It extended similar thin tendrils towards the trashing woman, and gently, almost lovingly, brushed the long locks of her dark hair away from her ears. It inserted the tendrils, and a moment later, the connection to her mind was established.

The first thing it registered from her mind, was the pure, overwhelming desperation. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. It shone in the front of her mind, blocking out everything else. He pushed through it with ease and began to rummage through her memories as well. Many of the images were the same as from the blonde, only from a different perspective, but there were significant differences. This one had a history more violent, more in tune with her potential. She had led the weak in a glorious campaign, all for her own satisfaction and glory. But like the blonde, she had chosen to squander her talent in pursuit of something shallow like peace or justice. It felt sick just reading her thoughts.

It found the similar memory that it did with the blonde, but this time, the dark-haired one told of her deepest sexual fantasy. She told how she once, long ago, had a "lover" who took sadistic pleasure into teasing her before denying her an orgasm. He met his rather graphic **** when he did it once to many, forgetting who was in charge in that relationship, but she admitted that she always wanted to relive those moments. It was then **** to watch as the blonde took her hands and mouth to the other's openings, and began to recreate that fantasy. It was clumsy and weak, and pathetic. She had no talent in pleasing her friend how she wanted, and when she began to plead for release after only five times, she gave in.

'Stupid woman.' It thought. 'Those pleas are part of what she wants, and she is strong, she can take much more than that.' It thought back to the past eight days that it had these women in its grasp, during all of those days, only a scant few hours were used to make her cum. And her essence had never weakened. If it was up to it, she would never again taste the sweet release of orgasm. Ever...Oh, wait, it IS up to it. A deep rumbling laugh reverberated through the cave as it laughed at its own joke before it pushed deeper into her mind. After a short trip, it reached the same spot where it found the blonde.

This place looked the same as before, except that the bright flashes were going off constantly around them. It looked at the centre and found who it was looking for. A mental image of its other captive was laying on her back, naked, with her legs splayed wide open in a mockery of how she was restrained in the real world. Her hands were frantically moving between her open legs, and it could see one hand thrusting in and out of her cunt with reckless abandon. To its surprise, her other hand was partially inserted into her anus and was also moving back and forth. Like a stroboscope, the countless flashes around them sped up, until it looked like the black void was lid up. Before the flashing stopped, and the brightness slowly faded into darkness. Each flash was a single orgasm denied, it literally couldn't count the number of flashes it saw just now. Before it, the woman was trashing and screaming in silent desperation, her hands working to finish what her body could not. Like the blonde, her eyes were staring blindly into the now grey expanse, and it could see fresh tears begin to fall from them. It was once her deepest fantasy, now it was her greatest nightmare.

Satisfied with what it saw, it withdrew itself from her mind and broke the connection.

Their minds were successfully broken down. They were fully focused on surviving their predicament, and could not resist what it had planned to do now. It had seen images of the outside world, it had a taste of freedom, and it wanted that more than anything else. But it knew that its form was forever bound to the waters of the world it was on, so it had to find new ways.

And these two proud, strong, helpless, and broken women were going to be its ticket out. It merely had to decide how to do it. And to who.