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I looked over my shoulder, and saw my own daughter inundated with Night Eyes’s curse. She grinned at me as she penetrated me, whispering the devil’s temptation into my ear. I looked at Lucilla, beaten and whipped, long past begging, waiting for my darkness. I looked at my reflection in the baptismal water, eyes black as coal, with barely a sliver of emerald circling the pupil. The dream had come true. “Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I whispered. They were all here now. The Good Mother had sent me her message, and it struck me like a lightning bolt. My jaw fell open. This was Lucilla! What had I done to her?! And this was Diamond, and she’d been… oh no… oh God… Bile churned in my belly, burning up my throat. The world became a discordant rabble of cruel laughs, lustful moans and terrified screams. They pulsed in my head, throbbed in my ears, growing louder, less distinct, becoming a wall of hellish noise that seemed to press in on me. I tore from fetish the bodies of my daughter and lover, stumbling away, not wanting to look at what I’d done to them. I was greeted with the sight of rows upon rows of women, being raped into blubbering submission on my orders. They all looked like Lucilla to me; gazes distant, souls vacant, bodies ruined and used until they betrayed their owners. And they all looked at me, not with accusation, or with reverence, but with blank eyes, dispassionate eyes, dead eyes. ‘Why?’ they seemed to ask. teen I dropped to my knees, asian my stomach balling in my gut, my diaphragm heaving. I wretched onto the floor, and a splash of inky blackness dotted the stone. My throat felt like it would tear, my belly felt like it would burst and leak acid until it ate through my flesh. I heaved again, but my masturbation expulsion was dry. Every part of me was screaming for me to stop, to hold it in, to pretend it japanese never happened. I stuck my fingers down my throat, and my stomach knotted itself. Pain coursed through me, burning across my insides, contracting every muscle, pounding against every organ. I gasped for air, but my lungs filled with liquid. I collapsed on to the floor, heaving, convulsing, eyes blurring, the world becoming a mosaic of red torches glistening over brownstone and pale bodies. It glinted to lines of light, running parallel between amorphous layers of color. Blackness filled my mouth, an acrid flavor touched my palette, and something gelatinous and hot poured from my nostrils and lips. It ran freely from me, seeming to sap my life with its exit. I was so weak. I was so cold. My head burned with fever, my eyes ached with pressure. I gag and make eye contact... As my semen flowed into her I looked at the others raping their three bitches and saw the opportunity for the first test. “I stole these from Sydney, she had them in her room. I was shocked and just stared at her. They’ll tell the coach this whole thing was your fetish fault and you’ll be done with cheer. James rolled his eyes, though masturbation he grinned when he spoke, "Same old bossy Assley." I'm so wet! “I think so,” I replied. He left her walking over to Tammy teen he placed his had on her cheek. That japanese let them slide up there really easily. Just like I did on Belinda, I began an oral assault on her womanhood. Ashley confessed she confided in her sister right after our first sexual encounter in the hay mow. I don’t honestly know how much help or guidance she’s going to need. It had been intense, but afterwards she felt dirty and exploited. Cum oozed from the girl’s swollen lips. “You are only to wear clothes if I allow it. Hey READERS what would you like to happen next in Chapter 21 ??? Was this real tight sorta jester’s outfit from some comic book asian thing--”