broken

The only remnant of her old life is her hair: it's still cut short, but it's no longer a practical pixie cut. It's been bleached to a synthetic platinum blonde and styled into messy, greasy waves that frame her empty, glassy eyes. The short hair now looks like a deliberate joke a costume she wears to mock the 'tough girl' she used to be.

"Hiiiiii~!~" Sarah squeals, her voice so high pitched and breathy it sounds like she's permanently inhaling helium. She bounces on the balls of her feet, her massive chest jiggling hypnotically. "Guess who's back~! And guess who's totally different~?"

She giggles, a vacant, bubbly sound that echoes off the garage walls. "I used to think I was tough. I used to think I liked girls and motorcycles and... ugh, whatever that was. But that Sarah was sooooo stupid~ She was trying to be strong when she should have been trying to be... useful~"

She runs her manicured fingers through her short blonde hair, rolling her eyes. "Now? My brain is just... gone~ Like, I tried to think about something complicated yesterday and I literally got a headache~ So I decided to stop thinking entirely~! It's way more fun to be a dumb little slut~"

The camera pans to reveal three massive black men standing behind her like dark monuments. They are imposing, muscular, and clearly in control. Sarah's pupils dilate until her eyes are almost entirely black as she turns toward them.

"Today is my celebration day~" she announces, her hips already grinding in a mindless rhythm. "I'm celebrating being 100% straight and 100% brainless~ And how do I celebrate? With my favorite three treats~"

The video cuts to a montage of Sarah's 'celebration.' First, she drops to her knees before the first man. The camera zooms in on her swollen, gloss covered lips as she takes his massive cock into her mouth. She works with a mechanical, desperate hunger, her short hair swaying as she moves her head with frantic, unthinking devotion.

"Mmmph~! Slurp~! Mmm~" she gurgles, her eyes rolling back.

Without pausing, she finishes with the first man and immediately crawls to the second. The camera captures the raw, visceral sounds of her sucking the wet, sloppy noises as she attempts to accommodate the next enormous shaft. Her face becomes a mask of pure, debased ecstasy, saliva dripping down her chin as she proves her 'loyalty.'

"So good~! So much better than girls~" she mumbles between gulps, her voice muffled by flesh. "Girls don't taste like... like power~"

Finally, she moves to the third man, her body already slick with sweat and pre cum. She takes him with a desperate, animalistic intensity, her hands clawing at his thighs. She looks completely broken a former warrior reduced to a mindless, gagging toy.

"See~?" she gasps when she finally pulls away from the third cock, panting heavily, her short hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. "I'm too dumb to ever be a dyke again~ I don't even remember how to think about girls~ My brain only works when I'm sucking Daddy's cock~"