For a moment, the sclera of Willowbud’s eyes was light blue; my light blue. Had I passed my gift to her? Did I have a fucking gift?! Then Willowbud’s sclera swirled back into blackness, and she toppled against the pylon I was resting on. “What…” Willowbud gasped, “what the fuck did you just do to me, Diamond?” “What the fuck did you just try to do to me?!” I snarled, getting to my feet. Within her, Corruption was staring contemptuously at me. “I was just trying to corrupt your soul.” Willowbud grinned weakly, pushing herself against the wall for leverage, “But I guess Hardcore Passion put up safeguards, huh? I should’ve known.” I stared at her for a moment, searching those black eyes for any signs of blue. A screech of pain interrupted my thoughts, and I whipped my head toward the source. There was the sickening crack of a whip, a high, sadistic laugh, and a wail of agony. Lucilla’s body arched from the cross she was bound to, her hands balling to quivering fists, her wet face tilting to the ceiling. A grotesque welt had risen from her belly, joining three more that marred her beautiful complexion. Julia withdrew the teens whip, and said something I couldn’t hear, but her tone told me everything. She was enjoying this, and the giving head erection between her legs said she was enjoying it in a very real way. There was no way that I, Angela Sorenson, could help Julia as she was, even if I was in her daughter’s body. I needed some help of blowjob my own. I turned to my left, and stared at Willowbud. Her white hair was disheveled over her caramel face, which was flushed with the stress of trying to corrupt me, but her black eyes still leered with that evil glint, always ready for more. I grabbed her, pressed my lips to hers, and breathed in. Corruption stared at me, eyes narrowing to slits. Give it to me. I mentally whispered as Willowbud’s tongue navigated my mouth. You cannot carry it. You are a Sentient. Not yet, I’m not. Give it to me; I won’t fight you. JULIA “Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I said to myself reflexively as I readjusted the grip of the whip. It was a heinous device, not at all meant for kinky exploits; this threesome was for torture. Lucilla’s body was crisscrossed with welts, each raised line dotted with blood that began to trickle down her body. He was threesome still trying to collect himself when there was a finial knock on the door. John slipped both hands and arms down between blowjob his sister’s legs and reached up and cupped both ass Hardcore cheeks as he stared up at Karen’s pussy. "Yeah that would be fun!" Ursula followed about five minutes later. He stepped giving head back and let her out. We didn't get up till after lunch and only then because we smelled of sex and Febe complained of sleeping in the wet spot and it wasn't even hers she whined. Like this?" I went and changed into some comfy old baggy shorts and an old Tee shirt. She’s an artificial Sentient, which is why her teens realm is crumbling. “Whoa!