The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 517: An “Obedient” Daughter

”H-hmmmm...” I feel someone pulling something off my face. I open my eyes and see my beloved mother, Mnemosyne. Slowly, she pulls a tentacle out of my mouth—it’s longer than I expected when it finally slips free, at least three meters.

”How was your time here, daughter?” she asks while stroking my cheeks. Her hands move up to grip something at my ears and tug. I squirm as she does it, and my vision blanks out for a second before returning.

”Haa... haaa...” I pant, exhausted. I don’t think I’ve felt this tired since I first arrived in the Abyss.

”...M-My belly feels heavy...” I murmur, feeling the enormous weight in my stomach. Not that I’m unused to it—I’ve been kept so full so constantly that I’ve grown accustomed to the tentacles writhing inside me.

”You look bigger. I see you’ve grown a little... Daughter, I’m sorry. I ended up forgetting you were here.”

”I-It’s okay...” I say with a weary voice.

”No, it’s not okay. You spent many years here when I only meant to leave you for a month. But look on the bright side! You gave birth to an immense number of children!!! And so many different kinds!” she says while I glance around and realize how the room, which was once so large, now feels small, with the floor, walls, and ceiling all twisting.

”So now I’ll take you with me.” She makes the tentacles inside my pussy and anus withdraw. I let out an involuntary moan—my body is so sensitive right now.

As soon as the tentacles release me onto the floor, she catches me before I fall. My legs are extremely shaky and can’t support my weight, let alone the extra heaviness.

”U-Urgh.” I feel nauseous, so I cover my mouth to keep from vomiting. I feel something squirming in my throat, but I swallow it down to keep it from coming up.

”Daughter, you’re coming with me, but first you can expel the tentacles inside you.” She holds me as I feel dozens of those things wriggling out of my body. The climax makes me cum, wetting Mother Mnemosyne.

”...” But it’s much more bearable than the beginning, so soon they’ve all left my body, and I hug Mother Mnemosyne tightly. She lifts me and starts carrying me tenderly.

”You can suck on my breasts! I know you must be hungry.” She allows it, freeing one of the tentacles from her nipple to expose it to me. I open my mouth and begin sucking on her breast as I close my eyes.

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I look at Pandora. She’s now hugging me, sucking on my breast as I carry her to my room. Strangely, I still haven’t managed to figure out what that cocoon inside her mind is.

Besides, even though I now dominate 100% of Pandora’s mind—because I purposely left her in that room longer than needed—I’ve realized I don’t know everything about her.

There are gaps, missing things, and I found two inaccessible spaces in her mind. The first is the cocoon I saw earlier, and the other is something inside her mana pathways. I couldn’t access either, and Pandora has no memories about these two things.

’How did Pandora manage to hide information from me? And when did she do it? And why doesn’t this now fully controlled Pandora simply hand over the information?’ I don’t understand.

I literally shoved even more tentacles into her brain to scour everything, but I found nothing that pointed to an explanation.

As I ponder why, we quickly arrive at my room through the Abyss’s own ”fissures,” which I always use to move from one point to another without having to travel great distances on my own!

I even built my dwelling near these fissures precisely for mobility. Besides, I’m one of the few who can test whether the fissures are safe, since I can use tentacles to probe where they lead.

’Well, at least the number of tentacles she gave birth to is excellent.’ Pandora alone, during the years I left her in that room, produced nearly a million tentacles and managed to give me 89 different species of tentacles—some absurdly strong.

Just as I expected, Pandora’s genes are perfect. Her race is capable of spawning extremely powerful tentacles! I’ve already copied some of the tentacles, and they’ve begun being mass-produced in other girls I’ve captured.

”Mother Mnemosyne... you are a servant of Mother Echidna... does she have many servants?” Pandora asks out of nowhere, still sucking vigorously on my breasts, drinking the drugs my nipples release for her.

”Actually, no. You see, in the Abyss the hierarchy is a pyramid. The Abyss Goddess has a very limited number of direct servants, no more than 20 to 25. And those servants have more servants under them, and those servants have servants, all the way down to the bottom.”

”So true servants of the Abyss Goddess only number a few dozen.” The Abyss Goddess hardly cares about the servants she has; we’re the ones who wanted to serve a powerful being like her. You can learn so much just by being near her.

She does incredible things! And even motionless, just by studying how her magic behaves, monsters can learn useful things! In other words, she’s like a great vault of information—complex to open, but even the lock itself teaches you things.

”Mother Mnemosyne... you said my true form was wrong, and that I’ve never used it... why? Because I never could?” she murmurs softly into my breasts as I lie down on my bed with her in my lap.

”I’m not certain, but there are few things that could cause such an error—for example, mental confusion, restraining magic, or even an incorrect self-image of what you are as a living being.” There’s also split personality or fragmented consciousness, but those are rarer. After all, having a second consciousness is very uncommon.

”...” She releases me and sits on my stomach, her hands gripping my breasts for support. She’s so wet her fluids drip down my belly. It’s exciting to see such a beauty so aroused because of me.

”Mother Mnemosyne, can we have more babies?” she asks, rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing against me, her eyes filled with passion for me.

”Of course, daughter, as many as you want...” She puts her hands to her head, tears streaming down her face as if she’s in great pain.

’Tsk, she’s resilient, I’ll give her that...’ I move a tentacle from within the bed, thrusting it into her ear at once and piercing her brain. Given her regeneration, I don’t mind hurting her a little right now.

”...” She convulses as the tentacle that just invaded her creates some adjustments, because she’s trying to resist again. It’s irritating because she just left the control room.

’Another lapse... maybe it’s better if I create a blank slate.’ I wanted to analyze her memories more thoroughly, but the more I scour her memories, the more control lapses she has—because when I look at those things, she remembers them too.

Decided, I begin completely erasing every memory she has, except the memories about Echidna. She needs those memories to understand where her love for me comes from; otherwise, that incongruity would make her dangerous, since I’m using maternal love to control her.

”...” I wipe the blood trickling from her face as I finish the process and remove the tentacle. I now face her, free of any memories, to define her path. I wonder how she’ll act now that she only has false memories of me.

”...” Her gaze regains focus as she stares at me for a few seconds, as if understanding something briefly.

”O-Oh... m-mother.” She blushes and looks away, embarrassed, and at that I smile. I lean up and embrace her as she hugs me back, now seated on my thighs. I bite her breast and begin sucking her delicious milk.

”A-Ahhh, m-mother...” She hugs me gently, cumming on me from just that small act. She seems to love having her milk taken, which is great, because before she clearly didn’t enjoy producing milk and having to express it. But now she seems to love it—a response opposite to her true will, now genuinely accepted.

’A daughter...’ I feel... interested in this. I’ve never had a real daughter. I literally have millions of living children, and if I count all the children I’ve ever had, it’s already in the billions. But none of them were conscious, none were intellectually sharp like me, and none could give me the filial love of a child for a mother.

But now, even though Pandora isn’t truly my daughter, she can give that ”love,” and I’m interested in it. I think acting like a real mother to a real daughter is exciting.

”Daughter, I have so much to teach you. Perhaps one day I’ll even make you my heir,” I say to Pandora, who is melting with pleasure.

”R-Really, Mother Mnemosyne? I can be your heir? Thank you! Thank you for trusting me!!” She kisses me—a romantic, adorable kiss, a bit clumsy because she no longer has memories, but still adorable.

”...” I kiss her back, savoring her saliva as something wonderfully sweet. I really like Pandora’s fluids; they’re some of the most delicious things I’ve ever tasted. Everything about her—her blood, her sweat, her saliva, her love juices—everything is delicious.

’A daughter... yes, a daughter...’ I’m enchanted by it. I have a daughter! And a daughter with powerful potential! A daughter who might one day be stronger than the Abyss Goddess!! An obedient daughter, sexually devoted only to me.

The thought fills me with pure greed. I have a treasure even better than I previously thought. With my intelligence and power, and Pandora’s future strength, we could dominate the Abyss!!

”Grow strong and obedient, daughter, because I’m going to teach you many useful things! And give you lots of love!” I say, kissing her forehead as I hug her!