Object objection

Tiffany's breathing deeply. Her pussy is red and smarting, and she's standing funny from the first time you anally rearranged her pelvis today. She hasn't answered your question.

"Well, what is it cunt? I told you to make a wish with the last candle your pussy put out. What did you wish for?" You ask again and slap her out of her debased reverie.

She sways. "I'm an object, sir."

The stream pumps in Crissy's voiceover. "Silly Tiffany! She's a cunt thing with three holes just like me. She's made to take everything that will fit and more besides. It's what all us cunts are for. Tee hee!"

Tiffany stands a little more steadily. Her old college roommate's taunts are reinforcing her corrupted sense of purpose. You reward her by sucker-punching her to the ground and then dragging her by the hair to Crystal Candi's old heart shaped bed. You throw her on it, and her mouth and legs open expectantly. She's learned she's an object. Her mouth looks pretty and fuckable, but after the camera girl's good work you are ready for another round of destroying her ass.

You slap her. "Spread those legs," you tell her, and she does. You take your cock that you made the cameragirl clean so well and sully it again by shoving it up Tiffany's rear fuckhole. She makes an indeterminate noise, but she's looser now. However much having her ass torn apart may hurt, it hurts a lot less than the gauntlet she walked with her cunt. She gurgles and moans, and takes the second round of deep dicking down her ass like a good little cunt lawyer.

You tighten her choker, starving her brain of anything but the sensation of a hard cock pulverizing her ass. She stares at you like the cunt that she's always been and takes more and more dick up her ruined professional ass.

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