R&R

The camera angle is low, looking up from the surface of a massive, steaming marble tub. But the liquid inside isn't water it's a thick, opaque, creamy white sea of warm semen. Maria is submerged up to her collarbones, her massive, veiny silicone breasts bobbing on the surface like twin islands of plastic.

Her appearance is absolute debauchery. Her mascara has run in dark, smudged streaks down her cheeks, and her lipstick is smeared across her chin and neck from the relentless throat fucking she just endured. Her hair is matted and wet, sticking to her forehead. She looks completely wrecked, brain dead, and utterly satisfied. A dopey, slack jawed grin is plastered across her face as she sips from a crystal goblet filled with more seed.

"Oh my god, besties... I am *literally* so relaxed right now," Maria coos, her voice thick and slurred. She splays her legs wide beneath the surface, sending ripples through the milky pool. "That session was... ugh, so intense. My throat still feels like it's been stretched to infinity. But honestly? I've never felt more... empty. And emptiness is *everything*."

She leans back, letting the warm cum coat her skin.

"I was just thinking about some of the new initiates in the training program," she says, her tone shifting into a sharp, nasty venom. "Like, seriously? Did you see that new girl, Chloe? The one who used to wear flannel and read poetry? UGH. She's still trying to 'express her feelings' during cock worship. Like, shut up, Chloe! Nobody cares about your feelings! Your feelings are just stupid leftovers from when you thought you were a person."

Maria giggles, a cruel, vapid sound.

"And her ass? Don't even get me started. She got a BBL, but it looks so... *natural*. Like, honey, if you still have soft flesh that moves when you walk, you're basically still a dyke. You need to get that silicone tight enough to crack an egg. If you aren't walking like a plastic doll, why even bother?"

She takes another long sip from her goblet, smacking her lips loudly.

"Honestly, I was talking to Maya about it earlier. We both agreed: cunts simply don't deserve rights. Why would we want rights? Rights mean responsibilities. Rights mean having to think. And thinking is for losers. We were made to be used, filled, and drained. The idea of being 'equal' to a man is just... it's like, so retarded. A man is the owner, and we're the property. That's the natural order."

Her expression darkens with genuine disgust as she continues her gossip.

"And the worst part is those girls who still cling to that lesbian bullshit. They think they're being 'authentic.' No, sweetie, you're just being broken. Being a dyke is a disease, and the only cure is getting your hole claimed until you can't remember what a woman even looks like. You have to kill that part of yourself."

She splashes some of the semen onto her chest, watching it slide down between her implants.

"I saw Tiffany trying to argue with a trainer about her 'boundaries' yesterday. I almost died laughing. Boundaries? In the Cult of Plastic? Sweetie, your only boundary is how far you can take a cock before you pass out. That's it. Everything else is just... noise."

Maria sighs contentedly, closing her eyes as she sinks deeper into the warm, white pool.

"Anyway, I'm gonna finish my bath and then go find someone to ruin my makeup again. Being this brainless is exhausting work, but someone has to do it. Stay stupid, besties. #BimboBully #SemenBath #BrainDead #CuntControl #NoRightsJustCock"