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I took a deep breath, and let the guilt wash over me. When I was well-past suicidal, I found myself standing on Corruption’s footprints at the entrance to the spire. I stepped back into Corruption’s realm, and considered the landscape. The spires became the foothills of mountains, which dipped into valleys and plateaus. But the valleys and plateaus were lined with treacherous fissures, and ended abruptly into cliffs. It seemed that the flatter the land became, the thinner it was, and the more fragile. This realm was crumbling. It was like a sheet of paper barely holding its form as holes and rips broke the connecting fibers. Beneath this plane, was the endless abyss of Guilt. Corruption had managed to contain it into separate Hardcore wells in her plane, but like a sheet of paper, the more holes you punch in it, the weaker it gets. Soon, the little holes become bigger holes, which become even bigger holes. Soon, there’s nothing but the hole. I narrowed my eyes. Was the landscape more fractured than before? Part Three: Reconciliation ASTRID For all intents and purposes, I was a slave. I enjoyed being a slave. I enjoyed being dressed for display, being commanded, and being used. But every once in a while, I indian enjoyed my master’s doting. We were in Mistress’s bedroom, and I was lying on my stomach, a moan of contentment filtering from my mouth. Jade Tao had landed quite a few blows on me after she’d stopped dueling like a Valkyrie, and started ass fighting like a gladiator. As Mistress’s hand grazed my bruised ribs, I wondered if it was wise to teach Jade my tricks. “How’s that?” Mistress asked me, her fingers kneading the gnarled muscles of my back. “Perfect.” I purred. I knew Mistress just wanted me in the best shape possible before my match, but I liked to pretend she was doing it because she liked me. All I could do was pretend with Mistress, because if I thought about reality for too long, I felt that old me I’d buried trying to crawl back. There was no need to be that woman anymore. Honor and chivalry were stupid, childish things. Hedonism and blowjob glory were pursuits of worth. My pleasure, my fame, and my legacy were the only things that mattered. Keep telling yourself that. “Do you like fighting in The Pit?” Mistress asked. It was a strange question for her to ask, but I wasn’t too worried about it with the way she ran her palms down the length of my spine. “Of course.” I groaned into the pillow. “You don’t feel guilty about the people you kill?” “They must’ve been suicidal to step on the sand across from me. I did them a favor.” I answered, expecting Mistress’s concurring big cocks chuckle. “Did it arrive?” he asked. I got on the bed and laid beside her mom, spread my legs wide, patted my wet pussy and said "come get it baby". Me - What if someone overdoses it? Until she sees another ghoulish man approach slowly. Her head went blowjob back and she was really moaning as I worshipped her teen tits. “You want me to cum inside you just like you want me to ass cum inside your daughters.” You’re gonna be fine.” I said if you are ok then I am fine with it. Jane began to speak but Jill stopped her saying, “Jane, don’t say a word. big cocks “Thank you.” She retrieved the tablet and worked her fingers over it and set it on the table between them. Turns out our little girl likes some pain Jack,” she said proudly. She writhed and swayed, she moaned and whimpered, and she came like a bitch in heat. The house on their left side was a rental property, and they had yet to see any tenants use it. That was very sweet of him to say that I was beautiful, Paul nor the professor have ever told me that I was beautiful before and it kind of made me feel a little special. You know we could all get in a lot of trouble for Hardcore this, especially me.” Saturday night. Shit. He wasn’t even looking at me. His hands were on my thighs and he was saying something to Bobby. They sure seemed to find me more attractive as well. At every corner, she leveled her laser rifle at the opening and shone the shoulder mounted lights of indian her backpack down the corridor. I open John and Diane’s door and find them still in bed sleeping. Instead of calling for a company ride.” A parade of nude women walking around in sexual insensibility with others hoping to take their place. It was 2am when I finally put down the guitar and notepads and went to bed, at peace with myself. "Yes.