I could’ve said Elena was the Holy Mother reborn, but as long as Elena was dark, she was as good as dead to Lydia Straltaira. It was just as well; the steadfast traditionalist had all but disavowed her only daughter when she joined the rangers and effectively ended the line of Straltaira. This just allowed her to put the final nail in the coffin, and to add the russian word ‘hero’ on the gravestone. I stood up, and turned to leave. “Wait!” Lady Straltaira said. I turned around to see her proffering a necklace. “Give this to her, if you can. Tell her… tell her I’m proud.” I took the pearl necklace, trying to hide my surprise. There were tears brimming in Lydia’s eyes. I clasped the necklace, and offered her a promising smile. “If I can, I will, Lady Straltaira.” “Thank you, Your Highness.” She said quietly, “You are an honorable woman.” Then she wiped her eyes, and left with her head held high. I was standing before Hardcore the mirror again, naked in my wardrobe. The leather one-piece was discarded on the ground. It didn’t feel right today. I needed something… sluttier. But it still had shaved to be domineering, just not tits overbearing. Did I have a more revealing one-piece? No, and small I didn’t feel like cutting up this one. God, why was it so hard? Yesterday was so easy! As we were walking away Tom said I need to be wearing the dress to flash. Cassie's nipples were poking my shaved chest. Jenny was on the floor, then, her perfect cunt desperately open and glistening, her hands cuffed in the small of her back, pinned by her own body, and that glorious hair, cherry red at the time, lovingly braided by yours truly, woven into the straps of a leather harness that lifted her heavy tits, each now crowned with iron hard nipples. Eventually she small was virtually empty and was Hardcore on the verge of cumming. I then motioned Linzi to move over so I could lay down on the bed. Suspicions confirmed. Your hands play with my nipples and caress lower, over my tummy... finally reaching my cunt. Men and women. I had to push Lisa away. It was just a mask of baby gravy, hardening into tits concrete! Corruption was writhing restlessly inside me, trying to compel me to take control, but the other parts of me didn’t want to. A look of worry came over her face and she stepped in to the panties and I pulled them up. My snatch clutched around my mother's fingers. Ummmmm..... I pulled down russian on the front a little harder and my nipples popped out. “Well, let’s get to it then.” Steph got up and made her way to the door.