“You’re going to burn them to death?!” I gasped. “I am the Flame of God, Lucilla.” Julia put her hand on my shoulder, “It is my purpose to shepherd her lost souls into the fires of purification. The revelers, the whores, and the witnesses alike. Everyone here amateur will purge themselves of sin, then I will send them to the next life before they can sully their cleansed souls.” And the twisted nightmare came full-circle. “Julia,” I said, no japanese longer able to keep the fear from my voice, “you revealed yourself to me so that you could save Sara and the rest from my father. Now you will do exactly as he would have done?” “Sara and her kind were innocents.” Julia smiled, “Slaves and captives of a life they were forced into. These women chose their sins.” “And what about me?” my voice barely came from me, “Haven’t I chosen my sins?” “You have been touched by God for a higher purpose.” Julia said, her fingers running down my arm, trailing the patterns that glowed from my flesh, “To kill you would be a waste. But you are right; you must atone, or we are cumshot both hypocrites.” Julia’s eyes looked hungrily at me from beneath her brow. Strong hands grabbed my wrists, and my dress was torn violently off. ANGELA “Holy shit.” I whispered. My mind could hardly process the scene presented to me when I walked into The Pussy Palace. Any fool-hearted bravery I’d gained from Brandon’s kiss was washed away in the display of religious debauchery. “Hey Sparkles. ” Willowbud’s snarky voice said from my side. She was watching the action from a secluded alcove. There was something off about the way Corruption moved within her host. The last time I saw Willowbud, Corruption moved limb-for-limb with her, but Hardcore now there was a delay, an uncertainty, as if the meld between them was weakening somehow. Not only that, but Corruption was much more obvious than she’d been before, like a tangible thing, instead of the spirit she was; that was probably why Brandon could see her now, if only a trace of her. Contrary to Tera’s fears, Julia’s methods were working. I just had to make sure she got through this. “Where are Mom and Aunt Lucilla?” I demanded. Willowbud grinned, and gestured to the front of the atrium. Lucilla was on display, her wrists and ankles bound to an iron ‘X’ that splayed her voluptuous form in a nude spread-eagle. Julia was dressed in white robes, the sigil of the Holy Mother embroidered on her cowl, a whip in her right hand. The whip cracked, Lucilla screamed, and Julia laughed, high and sonorous, like a mother’s laugh. “I told her to run, but she wouldn’t listen.” Willowbud chortled, “Will you listen, or are you going to try to save Mommy?” “You better hope I can,” I said, surveying the scene, “because Mom will kill you, Willowbud. You know she will.” “Eventually, she might.” Willowbud smiled, then hopped down from the alcove, and took my hand in hers, “I’ve been waiting for you, Diamond.” Willowbud said as she guided me around the atrium, where leering men stroked themselves in the shadows, “Your mother keeps repeating the same three names. ‘Diamond, Lucilla, God.’ I want to know what happens when we put the ingredients together.” “I take it your filling God’s place?” I snorted. “Absent the Holy Mother herself, who better?” Willowbud grinned, then tossed her white hair over her shoulder, and tilted her face airily, “Am I not divine?” “You’re certainly-” and I was cut off by the press asian of Willowbud’s lips, and the push of something hot into my lungs. I would never do that unless I had your permission." I smile at him. Just the best thing in the world. Her short height, barely over five foot, made him question her age but the fact she had at least four visible tattoos lifted his confidence that she could be a young adult. Nobody raised their hand. “Hey, Mom. "What are you implying, Santhil?" At some basic level she ached to be controlled, to be taken when she was helpless. I just printed Hardcore it to the office printer. "Do you understand, Doris?" Her tits were staring me in the face, so I japanese leaned forward and took a nipple in my lips. Fist me harder, you fucking slut!" “Good!” Dung said; “you learn fast; and I’m pleased that you look so young. He backed out of the parking space, and as he started to drive, he put his hand on her knee. “I have another asian confession to make.” She said eventually. I took my mouth off his cock long enough to look up at him and ask, “You’ll warn me before you cum, won’t you?” All the Breytans in the commons area followed us, trying to mold themselves against the metal surface. "What the hell?" she asked rhetorically. I cumshot so wanted to rise up and fuck her. I felt his bouncing cock slide down my tongue and into my mouth. “Are your parents always at home?” “I amateur even told you again this morning,” Kelly insisted, dropping her voice to a low purr. We got out and headed into the house to dress and prepare dinner. Soon the guards came back with a camera but Yuqiao declined to make a video she only walked up to me and kissed me one last time and told me to remember her. "Yeah mom, thanks" Chris added as he too finished the last crumbs off his plate. She was softly moaning with pleasure. Red-faced with fury, she lectured that Gaianesian women had not fought so hard for freedom from our own males and the Harkens for us to start acting like slaves. As to highlight the moment she took another picture. Daryl meanwhile was just as excited. Hoagland opened the door to President Deidre Icke's office.