I stared dumbly at her as she sharpened her blade, the roar of the crowd raging around our dugout. “You’re beautiful, you know that.” I said, fairly certain that vanity was against Iona codes. She looked at her reflection in the blade, scrutinizing every self-perceived imperfection. “Do you think I’m good in bed?” Astrid asked, staring hopelessly up at me. “You’re fantastic,” I smiled, “one of the casting best I’ve had, and I’ve had all kinds.” It didn’t make Hardcore her feel any better. She stared back at her reflection, angling her face this way and that, her frown deepening Euro with every amateur pass of the weapon. “Don’t let Brandon get you down,” I said, trying to console her, “he’s a nobody, and Willowbud will forget about him in a day.” “It’s Corruption that blowjob likes him,” Astrid spat, “and Mistress goes where Corruption goes.” “Then you should go the opposite,” I said, leaning forward, “once you free Willowbud of Corruption, she’ll love you because you stayed true to yourself.” “ If I free Mistress of Corruption,” Astrid said darkly, staring at me from beneath her brow, “if.” “Don’t lose hope,” I said, “Angela is working on a solution.” “Angela is just the insane half of your daughter,” Astrid said grumpily, “and being clairvoyant doesn’t mean you can act upon what you see.” I might’ve told Astrid the truth, if I didn’t think she’d deliver it right to Willowbud the moment our mistress put the pressure on. Instead, I bit my tongue. “Maybe I should become the woman Mistress wants me to be,” Astrid whispered, “why should I keep clinging to my oaths, when they give me nothing but heartache and pain?” “Because they’re who you are,” I said, touching her knee, “don’t let Corruption take that away from you.” “Mistress doesn’t love who I am,” Astrid whimpered, tears filming her eyes, “I need to be someone else.” “Do you love Mistress, or Willowbud?” I asked pointedly, “Because they are not the same.” Astrid worked her mouth, her lip trembling, a single tear staining her flushed cheek. She wiped it away, and smiled up at me. “Willowbud,” Astrid whispered, the name seemingly reverent on her tongue, “I love Willowbud.” “And she loves you,” I said consolingly, rubbing my hand along her thigh, keeping my seduction from my touch, “she’s still in there, somewhere, waiting to come out. Don’t lose hope, Astrid. If you lose hope, then you’ll lose her; you’re the only one who can save her.” Astrid nodded, her expression brightening, her posture straightening. She wiped the remnants of grief from her face, and went back to sharpening her blade, grinding stone to metal with renewed vigor. “ I hope you’re date’s going just great, Brandon, ” I thought to The Life Giver, “ Because of you, I have to play therapist before a fucking gladiatorial match. ” Brandon didn’t respond; he’d pulled out his earring. You're going to make me explode.” Ten miserable days of wet amateur clothes, unsure footing, squelching boots and rot. She tried every single thing her friend had told but with her blowjob level of comforts. Exactly. Gwen told Max about her run in with Sophie, which got a big laugh out of Max. "NOOOOOO!" Baby Hardcore girl side she is inhouse and just fine. "OH, YOUíD LIKE THAT WOULD YOU?" he sneered as he pushed another needle through her flesh. She kept Euro expecting some nude freshman dork to come over and ruin the moment, but they all seemed preoccupied in the moment. I massaged her clit and fingered her twat as the rapture screamed through me. She smiled and laughed at their amusing tales as she, along with the rest went through more than one bottle of wine. She did not move as he moved to the other side of the bed and tied rope around her right wrist then pulled it toward the head of the bed securing the end of the rope to casting the bed post. Her vagina was still pulsing, with a gaping hole where his cock had once occupied. I just smiled. We did and she lives with us now. Nancy grabbed her stuff and was out the door. I turned my head to look right at him, “Yes, very detailed.” She giggled.