Honkai Star Rail ("For Every Tear That Is Lost From An Eye)

Going through Cocolia's things after her death, Bronya finds years of invitations to something called the 'Spade Club', somewhere she has never heard of before. There, she learns firsthand about another secret of Cocolia's. One that she might even come to like.

For Every Tear That Is Lost From An Eye

Bronya found it bittersweet to be going through all of her mother's old belongings. Not even the big ones; the big ones had been easy. It was the minutiae that brought on lots of difficult memories, sifting through old mail, through gifts, through pictures of distant times. Everything small offered up a story, something different from the big times that it felt so easy to know how to deal with. The furniture around the house didn't have to go. Putting her mother's clothes into storage was simple and left the matter of what to do with it for some other time. But all these little notes, even letters from Bronya when she was too deep into training to be away from the barracks... These were the things that caught her.

But she had to be strong. Bronya buried all of those uncertainties and refused to let the idea of any of these things get to her. Resolute in her desire to see it all come together, she held strong onto the pressures upon her, sorting through what was worth keeping in a box somewhere and what she just didn't want to hold onto anymore. It involved wrestling with a lot of complicated feelings about her mother and about the way she was gone, about the complicated legacy she was helping her leave.

So many peculiar ideas all buzzed around her head at once, and the best way for Bronya to deal with them was to simply try not to, which was much easier said than done.

When she found a box that simply confused her, though, Bronya was able to yank herself away from these confusions and all of their very complicated ideas to instead be baffled. A whole box of invitations that Bronya didn't recognize at all. Each letter had a wax spade as a seal, and invite were invitation to a 'night of indulgence' at a hotel in Belobog. One that Bronya must have passed by about a hundred times without taking even a second glance at it for how unremarkable and unspectacular it was. But there these invitations were, each of them offering the same thing. They went back years, even before Cocolia had adopted Bronya, but the most recent one, dated a few weeks ago, had an invitation time on it for that night.

It wasn't the only secret that Cocolia kept. It couldn't even possibly have been the most outrageous. Bronya looked at the invitation for that night, wondering what to do and what to think while the weird haze overhead insisted something upon her that she didn't know how to meet. She was intrigued by this, to an extent greater than she ever should have been, and it felt like the only

reasonable thing to do in the face of this confusion was to take a weird, big step forward and find out what the commotion was. Whatever this was about and whatever she was going to find there, it would have maybe given her some insight into her mother and what she was dup to, because this went back years, and none of it really made sense to her

A distraction. A desperately needed escape from all these heavy worries and from the uncertainty that came from trying to sort out her thoughts. Bronya knew it was probably a foolish waste of time, knew that nothing interesting could have come of it. But she was now in her mother's role, and with that came a desire to know what was happening in Belobog, and maybe too, to get to the bottom of this. She had lots of ways to justify to herself why this was a good idea and not an absolute folyl to get her mind off her dead mother's betrayal.

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From the outside, it really was just a hotel. Bronya had wondered if she'd misremembered the address at first, but no, there it was; as plain and as blond a hotel as could be. Stepping in to it with the invitation in hand, Bronya felt like she was missing something, but she wanted to see it through

and find out what she could gleam from investigating deeper. She felt like she had to, felt like the answers within were the most important thing and perhaps the only way to know for sure what she was going to discover there.

She strode up to the receptionist. "I have this invitation," she said, sliding it along the counter.

The woman at the desk didn't even take a look at the letter at first. "Well, miss, we can certai--" The sight of the spade on it made her stop. and her eyes darted back up to Bronya again, taking in who she was. "I see," she said. "I didn't think that would be how that worked, but that is fine. The Supreme Guardian was a regular at the Spade Club." She gave a firm nod, Bronya's brisk and vague remarks leading her to believe that Bronya was here as Cocolia's replacement, fulfilling the role of the past Supreme Guardian, and turning to lead her behind the counter. "Right this way, ma'am."

Bronya was surprised by the pull toward this, the strangeness of being guided toward this. She didn't know what she was stepping in to or how this was going to happen, but she felt the weirdness keep her stumbling forward, unsure of what exactly she was walking in to and how strange this all was.

The receptionist opened a door behind the counter that led down into the basement, which only confused Bronya more, but she continued her advantage, steady and uncertain, wondering what she was going to find down there or what this weirdness offered her. It wasn't something she'd expected at all, and the vagueness around what happened only left her in a weirder place.

The stairs led down to an open door and to a stunning open space hidden underneath the very plain looking hotel, granting Bronya sight of something that stunned her for the sheer weirdness of this all; she beheld an underground gambling den that sat around, full of women strutting around in scanty reserve bunny girl outfits, ones that let their bodies sway around and flaunted their assets out in the open, which was all the more strange for how Bronya quickly noticed that every man in the establishment was dark-skinned. Her gaze fell onto the weirdness of all these shocks, something that she didn't have a good answer for. She just beheld it all, wondering what to make of this, looking around in surprise and uncertainty while these pressures followed.

Bronya didn't want to say anything, didn't want to jump to any assumptions or say anything unkind, but she was more than a little off-put by the sights of all these women blatantly sucking off black men while they played cards, by the seediness of this all. Not simply because it was happening, but because her mother had been here. Why? What was she doing here? What was the receptionist leading her toward? "What is this?" Bronya asked.

The receptionist turned toward her. "This is the Spade Club, ma'am." She sounded slightly confused, wondering how Bronya didn't know that, but it wasn't her place to judge. She strode forward, giving in to this and doing her best to continue the acceptance of all this, the steadiness of giving herself up to these ideas, a continued strangeness of wanting to push forward for this.

Bronya couldn't really ignore that she was being led toward the stage in the middle, where a bunch of men were starting to drift toward. Muscular, black men with huge cocks dangling between their legs. This was making less and less sense by the minute, something that Bronya was in no way sure how to approach. She did her best, nervously venturing forward, hoping at any moment she'd be led away from the stage and off into a turn to somewhere the hell else. What was her mother a part of?

But she was led right up onto the stage in confirmation of all of her weirdest concerns, unable to do anything about this strange step forward in to uncertainty. Bronya didn't have much of a choice in the face of this, and as she strode toward the stage, she felt the pressure build inside of her, throbbing up

in a strange ache of surprise and uncertainty, knowing she didn't have any good way to navigate all these ideas. She was just pulled into place and forced to deal wit this, handed right over to the men whose hands were quickly all over her.

Bronya was stripped bare so fast that she didn't have any way to react to all of it, tugged about and dragged around in a fit of throbbing confusion, the burn of embarrassment and heat all carrying her to something she had no good way to deal with. The men were just all over her, tugging at her, dragging her around, making Bronya feel the panic surge up through her as these lusts hit her with a straight- on insistence she didn't know how to deal with. All these strong, black men began to grab and grope at her body with single-minded insistence, ready to make this into something that didn't slow down, keeping up their insistence and keeping her in a state of panicked, confused worry where all she could do was fall into these ideas.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked, stripped bare in a hasty push of panic and heat, the tremble of worries and greedy heat to keep falling in to, the deeper pressures she was left struggling to make sense of now. Every squeeze at her body felt like a compromising pulse of heat she was woefully unprepared to deal with, lost to the pleasures sweeping across her, wishing she had the stability and sense to deal with all these feelings, but she was in way over her head now. So much about this sloppy pleasure drove her to a state of baffling heat, the worrisome need of pure lust taking her to the limit. "Let go of me. I don't--gul glack gluk!"

Being forced to her knees with a cock sliding into her throat immediately turned things toward pure madness, a straining chaos and weirdness that Bronya was in no way ready to deal with. There was just so much to these weird pressures that she wasn't equipped to handle, and the tug of hands and groping insistence against her left her thrashing in worry. The deep strokes of a man fucking her mouth left her hopelessly off balance, uncertain and embarrassed by just how wild and insistent this all very quickly became, and Bronya didn't have any ground to push this all away now. She just shivered, lost to the embarrassment and the heat of shames that kept her falling deeper, twisting through these burning lusts without sense or thought.

But the harshness kept coming. She had cocks forced into her hands, tight grips onto her wrists that held her in place. "Get stroking," one of them said, and before she knew it, Bronya was in the depths of smouldering embarrassment now, giving in to these wild pressures and knowing she had no good way to answer any of this. She was caught in a weird position, a clumsy and sloppy state of embarrassment where she didn't have a good answer for all that kept raining down on her. She had to try her best, sucking and stroking as embarrassment swelled through her, but Bronya didn't want to be a part of any of this mess now. She didn't understand it, and she didn't want to.

Bronya choked down the cock pounding into her throat, her hands jerking quicker along the dicks in front of her. She tried to pull herself up to her feet while cooperating, but hands kept pushing her down, kept groping at her and imposing a stormy need onto this moment. Beign swarmed by black cocks left her head spinning, and she was a bit too shaken by these feelings to really grasp the sheer size of what she was holding onto, falling into a weirder panic while she fumbled her way deeper into their clutches through the midst of trying to navigate how badly she wanted to pull back from it. She was trapped in this mess, fumbling, stroking, losing her focus and giving these men way too much at once.

She just didn't have a choice. Clumsily, Bronya tried to deal with it, but her inexperience got the better of her, and the truth of her inexperience was that instead of effective pushing them off of her, she was only getting them off instead. Their cocks throbbed in her hands and in her mouth, and the clumsy

spectacle of these falling pressures kept her off her balance, kept her fumbling about, lost to realities of lust and embarrassment where all Bronya weas really accomplishing was a downfall into spiraling weirdness. This was too much, and everything hit her head-on, with her head spinning and the strangeness keeping her trying to stabilize herself, trying to get control of a situation that was rapidly proving she had none over it.

Before she understood any of what was happening, Bronya had to deal with cum gushing all over her face and down her throat. She shook in pure shame as she received their loads, her eyes going wide and a sense of wild dread shivering across her. She took it all, whining in embarrassment and heat as she yanked back. "I need you to listen to me!" she gasped, only for more cum to gush across her face, for Bronya to have to wear it and squirm through this growing panic, unsure how to fight these pressures off and mount nay kind of sensible argument against things escalating wildly out of control. Bronya tried to dela with all of this, forcing herself to stand up and brushing off some attention.

"You are going to listen to me!" she yelled, standing upright, trying to hold firm, despite how very naked she was. "I will not be ignored and disrespected, I am the Supreme Guardian of Belobog and I will be listened to!" Bronya's authority was being challenged on such an insane matter, and she refused to let anything get in the way now of all of this. "I demand that--gluk gluk!"

Another rude interruption, with one of the black men pulling her down with his grip in her hair and sliding his cock into her mouth just like the last one, but this time with the additional pressure of a black stud grabbing her waist and slamming into her pussy, making her whole body light up in a searing panic she was utterly powerless to resist. Bronya wasn't ready for this at all, and the pressures hit her with an insistence and a sloppiness meant to ruin her focus, meant to wear at her harder and sloppier now. Bronya couldn't speak in ehr own defense, couldn't strand up against pressures pushing her harder along, forcing her to deal with the ache and the burn of trembling ecstasies she lost more and more ground to by the second.

It was all just pushing her along, forcing her deeper, leaving her in a fit of wild panic now. She tried her best to make sense of this while a pair of BBCs plundered into her, imposing their utmost intensity upon her. Bronya tried to speak and shove the man fucking her back, but he was strong and bigger than her, holding firm with forceful intent and leaving Bronya to flounder in increasing panic, lost to embarrassments and the uncertainty of having to deal with all this.

As she did, the Spade Club buzzed on all around her. Bronya was the show, the center of all entertainment, but plenty of the black men around were shamelessly indulging in other women, keeping up these delights and pushing on for pleasures that kept her faltering more and more. It was a wild mess of indulgence all across the basement club, orgiastic pleasure and indulgence to keep carrying on with. Every woman in the club was willing, slurping down hot, hard, black cocks, riding the laps of strong, black men, just throwing themselves into service.

All while Bronya stood, with the most attention and the least will. Some of the men grabbed her hair and began to jack off with it, wrapping it around their cocks and forcing her to feel new frontiers of embarrassment and disgust, the shame to keep up with as this all spiraled away from sense now.

There was no good way to escape these burning pressures now, feelings of lust and heat pulsing across her body and leaving her in over her head, struggling to make sense now of things that kept her falling deeper. Seh was in over her head here, wishing she could stabilize herself but finding it impossible to make sense of all this. It was weirder, sloppier, too hazy to properly address and focus on.

Worst of all was that the cock pounding madly away at her pussy had her falling slowly deeper into the weird, shameful excitement of realizing that this felt good. She didn't want it to, but the huge, black cock stuffing into her pussy didn't care much for what she wanted, keeping up the stormy, insistent pressure of wearing her down, of forcing Bronya to deal with how hard she was falling and how hopeless this all became, something that tore across her, refusing to slow down, refusing to hold back. It didn't feel sane, but she was in the deep end now of faltering under all of it. She found it impossible to keep up this energy, to find the proper pressure to resist all these ideas and avoid letting these feelings tear her harder down. It was a lot, and she felt the weight of it making everything sloppier, hotter, weirder.

With nothing to do but keep offering herself up to this shame and finding it impossible now to navigate these pressures, Bronya found it impossible to stabilize herself. She was giving in to this, legs trembling as the cock fucked a steady submission into her, as it became better. Moans around the dark cock slamming into her mouth signaled how much her body was ready to give in to these pressures, no matter how mc she tried to fight it, no matter how frustrated she was with all of

Bronya wanted to be smarter and sharper, wanted to avoid falling to pieces under all of this. It wasn't easy or simple, and she felt herself falling into wilder panic as it tore clear across her, bringing her steadily deeper down into pure embarrassment.

When the orgasm surged up through Bronya, she felt ashamed of herself. Unwanted pleasures tore across her quickly, the burn of feelings that challenged her with just how wicked they were, the wild pressures of having to deal with ideas of burning shame, of pressures she was stuck trying to make the most of, and she didn't have any good way to deal with it. This was insane, and the burning shames hit her head-on, tore across her body with an insistence she couldn't make sense of, wishing she had the focus to make some sense now of all these ideas, wishing she could steady herself. The raw load of cum filling her cunt up brought with it incredible worries, shameful burns and aches that made her feel truly lost, the hopeless lust and mess of giving in completely.

More cum gushed all over her face from the black man yanking back to give her a facial. The men jerking off in her hair added to it, making a mess of her with such sloppy disrespect that Bronya didn't know how to deal with all of it, shivering through a continued shame that tore her down step by step into burning worries. It was pure insanity, the burn of shames she was simply unable to deal with now. It was humiliating, and she shook in embarrassment, so deep in revulsion now that Bronya didn't know how to answer this and fall away from the burning shame of giving in to all of these ideas, the burning weirdness that she was powerless to deal with now.

She was yanked back, someone grabbing a bit of hair that didn't have jizz in it and dragging her along. "My turn with her."

"OH, the video's starting!" someone called.

"Video?" Bronya was about to go yelling again, demanding respect and sanity, but instead, she was forced to stare upward, kept in place bent forward, head jerked back, so she coudl stare in hopeless witness to something starting up on the screens around the club.

<i >"Black cock is the most, and I want all of Belobog to know that their Supreme Guardian is a blacked whore!"

Cocolia shivered her way through being held aloft by two black men drilling her holes in unison, drenched in cum and wearing a look of hazy, sloppy ecstasy. The video showed the Cocolia of

maybe ten years earlier, her face a little more youthful, a look of wild, deranged passion spread across her expression. She was a sloppy mess, writhing in pure ecstasy while the fat BBCs drilled into her holes at once. She was overjoyed to be receiving these attentions now, moaning out in wild ecstasy, sloppy and shameless, the sheer force of these passions leaving her drunk on lust.

Another clip to another Cocolia, from a few years later, down on her knees with two black cocks in her face, drenched in drool and getting jerked off as she stared into the camera. "I'm black-only. I haven't let any white men fuck me all this time; I will only serve black men, and only at the Spade Club! Or in my office, when they visit." Turning her head over to the side, sloppy passion and obsession carried her along, the pleasures she was ready for more and more of. To noisily slurp down these big cocks and embrace this messy chaos kept her in a state of pure surrender, the delirium and chaos of giving in fully to these ideas now. It was too much to deal with, the pleasures to keep pursuing.

The camera shifted again to show off Cocolia with her legs spread out, rubbing the cum dripping out of her cunt while her head turned to the side for a throatfuck, dark hands clutching her head and dark nuts smacking against her chin while these molten pressures offered up a view of pure chaos. She was happy to drool and shiver, withing without restraint while forcing her legs to stay open, keeping up the delight of exposing herself and exposing just how much of a train had been run on her cunt that night. She was proud of it, proud of how many black men she'd serviced. It was all about getting to the core of that joy now.

Another change. This time, Cocolia was on her hands and knees, ass up high in the air while her rear hole was pounded into. Free to speak, she moaned, "Black cock is the best, and I wish all the women of Belobog knew it. Especially my dear daughter. I await the day I can finally get her blacked!" She was a cock-drunk mess, shivering through pure fascination and through a passion to give in to hotter, the desperation of lust and fever to pursue hotter, keeping up pleasure she was ready to give in to hotter under. It was pleasure all taking her to the limit of sense, the burning chaos she was ready to give in to completely.

"No, no, no! No!" Bronya just yelled. She felt the tears running down her face, mingling with all the spunk all over her. She wasn't emotionally prepared for the sheer insanity of this mess, string in awe and worry at the reality before her. She watched these videos of her mother here on this stage, watched the embarrassment of trying to deal with this all. She beheld the shame of her mother being fucked like a common whore, selling herself out, yelling about being 'blacked' and wanting her daughter to be 'blacked' too. It was too much, but taking black cock all the while only made this madder.

The pedestal that Bronya held Cocolia atop had already been shattered. She'd learned so many things she didn't want to see, so now seeing her mother being a sloppy gangbang whore for black men only made it worse. She shouldn't have been able to be disappointed more in her mother, but this whole secret life and all of her sexual debauchery offered her a view of something she never needed to see. IT was tearing her apart, leaving her burning in pure embarrassment and a heat that she felt powerless to deal with. It was all so wrong, so miserable, and now, Bronya was following in her footsteps. Not by choice.

<i >"I wish my daughter was here to worship this fat, black cock with me. My greatest fear is that she falls in love with a white man before I can show her the path."

"Stop the video!" howled Bronya, but all it earned her was cocks slapping across her face and

mocking laughter. her image of her mother had been shattered, and the sheer speed behind these shameless, brutal thrusts kept her falling to pieces. Bronya couldn't deal with the weight of all this upon her. Nobody listened to her. Nobody cred. She remained the cute, pale fuckmeat they wanted, a replacement for her adoptive mother how was getting used just the same, manhandled on stage and struggling through it. Every last bit of the deranged glee with which Cocolia took on these pressures in the video seemed more and more insane to Bronya, but she was ignored, brushed away, left stumbling into pure ruin as the chaos pushed down upon her and she learned the hard way just how unprepared she was to meet these pressures.

All the wild pounding drove her to another orgasm, the shiver of unwanted ecstasies ripping harder across her, forcing Bronya to deal wit these wild feelings while her mother was fucked in front of her, the pleasures she was falling in to worsening storms of lust under the weight of. There was a madness to this that felt utterly hopeless, a trembling chaos to delve in to. It was a worsening burn of heat, the frustrations of falling in to this. All of it. The ecstasy ripped across her, and she felt herself fall to pieces under a shame that she was powerless to deal with, left in the throes of all these worries now. It chipped away at her embarrassment, at the misery that she was falling in to weirder depths under.

Another load in her cunt, another pull back. Bronya's legs nearly gave out, but she was yanked quickly up off of her feet.

"You starting to like black cock as much as your whore mother?" asked the man sliding into her ass.

Bronya continued to shiver in silent, crying panic. The burn of despair and heat continued to ruin Bronya, guiding her to feel worse and weirder about these feelings, the trembling shame of worsening chaos, pressures she was powerless to deal with now. There was no good way to process all of these ideas, the chaos that continued to drive her into lower worry.

"We'll make sure you're addicted by the end."

Bronya Trembling worries burned across Bronya, who continued to fall into these shames and continued to burn under the chaos of delving in to. She felt powerless to deal with all of this, falling into a worsening storm, into feelings that kept her giving in, kept her trembling in utter shame. The embarrassment of all these ideas tearing across her invited something truly hopeless, a tremble of chaos she felt powerless to deal with. She just fell deeper, fell into shame and chaos under something to keep falling in to.

Two cocks at once. Two thick, dark cocks stuffing and stretching her holes. How was Bronya supposed to deal with all of it? She felt powerless now under these ideas, under the ecstatic heat and throbbing panic of needing to do something to deal with this, falling into a spiral down into worry, unable to deal with just how sloppy these pressures were getting. It was too much to deal with, a wicked spectacle of churning greed. It felt like a lot of worrisome pressures to have to deal with, burning shame and chaos to fall in to, the throbbing pressure of falling into hotter and weirder.

Everything rocking across Bronya felt like a weirder mess to deal with, the throb of trembling heat, panicked worries she was powerless against.

Excess ripped through her, confused moans ringing out in sharper shame as these pressures compelled Bronya down deeper. She was a complete wreck, a lost and sloppy mess struggling to deal with this all, falling into a lot of worries and pressures she just couldn't deal with now. It felt insane, the burning throb of these ideas, pressures and worries to keep falling in to. Hopeless

passion kept her falling deeper into this, a struggle to handle as she fell in to way too many ideas and pressures now. She felt lost to these ideas, to the weight of burning shames carrying her to fall deeper, venturing in to worry and ruin under so many pleasures that she had no idea how to deal with. Unfathomable chaos kept her falling deeper, kept her in a state of trembling worry. Obsession and chaos and heat kept swelling across her.

"It's too much," whined Bronya. "It's too much. I can't handle all of this, it's too--" She couldn't keep herself together. "It's too much. I'm so full. You're fucking me so hard and I can't deal with it. Please!" She only got laughed at. These eager, ravenous, black studs were shameless under the pressures to keep pushing, the throbbing chaos keeping her falling harder under worries she was lost to, burning chaos to keep chasing deeper lust, the worries of giving in completely, throbbing across her and inviting something utterly demented in the weight of it. There was only pleasure here, the chaos to throb through, delving into sloppier heats. Giving in to these pleasures all brought on heats to keep giving up to deeper. It was a

Every thrust forward was out to wear her down, out to make Bronya falter, and she was just powerless to make sense of it all now. She was giving up, twisting around through the collapse of senseless panic, falling to pieces underneath an insistence that she was powerless to deal with now. The dual thrusts all wore at her, pushing her limits into stranger panic, into the worrisome heat of falling in deeper, struggling through hotter pressures that she was stuck struggling to deal with, the embarrassment to give in to hotter, pleasures that she was unable to make sense of now. The struggle to keep herself under control was melting away, and the fact she was left staring at the sight of her mother getting blacked on a loop only made her feel sloppier, the searing, trembling worry of continuing to fall into the throes of utter insanity.

Another orgasm pulsed across her body. It was exhausting, and Bronya was powerless to deal with all of these feelings, the worries and the pressures of giving in to these ideas. Cocks shoved into her deep and erupted without sense, the unrestrained excitement of greedily creampieing her, making Bronya howl out in panicked heat, thrashing about under the wickedness of having to give in. She was powerless to fight these ideas, wishing for stability and finding it too stormy to deal with, until she was just giving in completely. it wore her down, and she was almost glad to be up between these strong bodies, because her legs were falling her.

Naturally, that was the moment she hit the floor, whining through the hard thud down. Pushing herself up, Bronya slurred, "I can't be like her," under the cock-drunk confusion that hit her. She was powerless to deal with these feelings, dragged quickly in to panic and confusion while giving in to the depths of throbbing strangeness to fall in to. "I can't be like my mom. I can't possibly--I'm not--I can't be like my mother!"

But she was dragged into more, cocks slamming into her mouth, ass, and pussy all over again. More dicks found her hands, and she began to mindlessly stroke them, not even thinking about doing anything else. Bronya just collapsed under the pressure and the chaos to keep giving up to, the burning worries to fall in to, a struggle growing hazier and weirder under these pressures now. It was all a bit too much, the spectacular wrongness of falling deeper into this mess. She couldn't help herself under this all, nervously twisting about in a state of confusion and hunger, the heat tearing across her and inviting her to need more of this. Bronya continued to falter, losing her mind under the most cocks she'd taken yet.

She couldn't see the video, but she listened to the voice of her mother, of all the moans and sloppy slurping noises, of her dead mother's howls of ecstasy playing out over the speakers for everyone to

hear. It had an impact on her. Not a great impact, but as she sank into slowly worsening storms of ecstasy, it all began to wear her down deeper, forcing her to consider ideas and pressures and embarrassments she just had to accept as inevitable. Pleasures burned hotter across her with sweeping, demanding fire, until she just couldn't take any more. She fell to pieces under the trembling obsession behind all of this now, falling to pieces completely. It was all too excessive and sloppy to deal with.

More men jerked off with her hair, adding to the chaos, pushing for something completely senseless, greedy thrills to give up to, continuing to lose herself and needing to do something, anything, to handle this all. She was in a weird mess of position, the burn of pleasures and frustrations too spectacular to be able to avoid. Bronya's thoughts were shaky and ruinous, the pleasures forcing her to fall deeper into the throes of this mess, a pleasure she felt powerless to deal with, irresistible frustrations guiding her deeper and deeper down now into this mess. It was a throbbing spectacle, a throb of worries and pressures to keep falling in to, and she was ready to give in to this all, stumbling into weirder chaos now. It was too much to deal with, a burning chaos to give in to.

The harder they fucked her, the worse that Bronya's collapse felt. She was giving in to all of this, falling into the spiraling plunge downward, falling into worrisome pressures, the worries that kept her giving in, kept her losing focus. it was all so much, the tremble of these feelings all inviting her to lose herself, and she was stuck in these worries now, the burning pleasure to give everything up to now. Unreal lusts carried her into weirder places, into ideas that she was powerless to deal with. It was too much to navigate, too much to fall in to, and she felt like she was losing herself to the unraveling pressure. All of it. A chaos pushed her into weirder pleasure, into feelings that kept tearing across her. Bronya tried to be strong, but she just couldn't. She'd been through too much, through pressures tearing her apart, leaving her thoughts faltering under a shame and a fever she was powerless now to believe.

Black cock was blowing her mind, wearing her down, breaking Bronya down into pleasures and worries so cloying that she just didn't have a good way to make sense of it now. The pleasures kept her falling in deeper, struggling through the shameful spectacle and heat of just having to give in to it all. She was powerless here, the struggles and the needs that she was stuck having to delve in to.

She couldn't believe she was starting to give in to this, but the obsessive chaos of just having to give in to it was taking her down deeper, teaching Bronya to give up to these messes and accepting the passionate heat to give herself up to utterly. There was only burning pressure behind these feelings, the worries that she just had to give herself in to. It was too much to believe, and she was giving in to fucking all of it

The more she felt of it, the less she feared it. It felt good. No wonder her mother had given in to it. No wonder she was so happy to just spiral under these ideas, falling into a panic of worry and chaos that she continued to seek out. Her hands moved faster. Her head bobbed in harder surrender. The molten ecstasy guided her to fall into the throes of passions and shames she needed more of, captivated by just how far she was falling and how readily she melted into this all. It was too good and frustrating to take, the depth of pleasures she gave in to fully, accepting it as all she could think about now. Bronya was weak. Shameful. Sloppy.

She was breaking compeltely.

It took a lot of work to get her there, but finally, the final, crushing orgasm to push her over the line ripped through her. Bronya was powerless now, struggling to make sense of this all and falling into the throes of wild pressure, into burning lusts that hit her with the most throbbing and intense

pressures she'd ever felt, her eyes rolling back as she took the flood of cum into her. All of her holes took loads, with more jizz across her face and in her hair making her feel completely lost to these powerful pressures. It was all so wild, so spectacular. She needed it to take her to the limit, and needed to give in fully. She broke. She gave in. She collapsed.

"I love black cock!" she shrieked, pulling back and shivering through the joy. More jizz rained onto her face, and she took all of it. "I'm ready to do my mother proud. I'll take her place at the Spade Club, and I'll love up to her. Please help me become just as big a blacked slut as she was!"

She didn't have a choice. Her body burned, shaking with wild pressures to fall in to. She was shattered, fucked into mindbroken surrender, ready to serve and crave black cock. For as much as the truth of Cocolia's life had driven a wedge between the two of them, being a fuck-drunk mess craving more cum and black cock was going to help bring Bronya closer to her mother's memory in a good way this time.

Maybe these black studs could even help fuck away the memories of her mot