Well she starts off with the plan . . .

Hinata grabbed onto her plate her eyes training onto the dildo still vibrating on it. She picked herself up from her seat and could unfortunately hear Zelda and Elm fucking like rabbits. Is this really the life I now live? This is way too . . . Hinata pondered disheartenedly. As she walked herself to the sink, she tried to ignore the two, even as her arousal seemed like it would never stop building.

Hinata set the plate next to the precipice of the sink, her back facing the other two. She bit her lip as the sound of them moaning hard sent a new wave of yearning. God, was she this ****? She collected herself remembering that she just needed to get this task done. She grabbed onto the dildo feeling the sticky coating on it as it shook in her hand. She looked at the object, and she had a surreal moment of clarity. Of what was actually happening around her, the life she now had.

The dildo felt like the perfect way to encapsulate what her life had become. Her life was nothing more than an object to please some petty desire. An object that had no say in anything, an object that was now designed for one purpose. Who was she to be some object? Especially of this type. She threw her hand back about to throw the thing into the sink but for some dumb reason she couldn't. Because if she did, she wouldn't have any purpose anymore would she. She would probably be thrown out to be forgotten. That was what Zelda said right. Hinata stood there stewing as a question she had bubbled in her head. What does it even matter anymore? Why should I care?

Hinata twirled the phallic object in her hands, slowly getting them sticky. She looked at one of her hands covered in the juices. No one would care, would they? There was no need for decency. They were probably just keeping it under wraps, this carelessness about anything but sex. It was clear to her that they didn't care anymore, they never cared. It was all masks and farces. They wouldn't have done half of the shit they did last night if they did. Not that she was any different. She could have easily given into her desire that night. Her jaw clenched tightly.

She had never been like that before. Never been so focused on things like this. It was never her decision, her desire, her original fate. . . They took her away. They must have messed with her head. Hinata wasn't herself, just some crude fun house mirror version of herself. Bent by the likes of that Elm. She looked down at her sticky hands, covered in the remnants of what coated the dildo. Logical thinking stopped as she sucked on her pointer finger to serve some blurry thinking, tasting all the juices on it.

Hinata swirled her tongue around her finger getting all of the juices off. She got a blast of something sweet in the form of syrup and something else more flowery but still. It tasted good. It wasn't just because of the syrup; it was also the flowery taste. What could have only been Zelda's. The worst part was that she was turned on by the fact she just tasted another woman's juices that had coated this fucking object. This object. This object? This object. . .

"WHY! Tell me Why" Hinata began shouting accusatorily at the dildo. "It doesn't fucking matter, does it! I am just a useless nymphomaniac fuck toy! An object to just be taken and passed around, right? I am nothing else to anyone anymore, is that right?" Angry and horny, a strange mix, all rational thinking has left her station. She turned over to face the two copulating, though Elm was looking over with a look of worry while Zelda continued furiously ponding down. The sight twisted her emotions like twisting a knife into her chest.

"Is this what you want from me. My slutty body always ready for you," Hinata accused Elm throwing off her jacket, revealing her bare chest. With both of them now looking over at Hinata's outburst, her arousal bumped up again adding more fuel to her fire. She clenched her jaw and wordlessly in a literal manner ripped off her pants. Her panties bare to see and the level at which she was aroused finally caught the full attention of the two. Her anger, arousal, and now embarrassment riding high in her body lead her to take the dildo in her hand, still covered in both the syrup and Zelda's juices, and shoved it within herself.

Hinata masturbated with the dildo in front of them, making sure to give them full view of it. It was what they wanted after all; all she is good for to them. Elm gave her a look of shock and pity as he got off from underneath Zelda. He held out a tentative hand towards Hinata as she continued but she didn't give him any acknowledgment of it. What was he so worried about. This is all he wanted from her. All she was good for now. All that she was worth now. And yet it felt good. Of course, it felt good. Why wouldn't it feel good. It was her masturbating herself. Why did she have to like this. Why did she get into all of this? Why couldn't she just be home? Why couldn't she just escape? Why couldn't it all be over?

Hinata caught herself and what she was doing. What she had done. A strange emptiness washed over her body. She felt spent somehow. All of her strength and energy sapped. She wanted to cry, but she just couldn't. It was as if her eyes had broken. Slowly standing there with a vacant face her knees wabbled. Then she fell to her knees.