former teacher

Tina—once a brilliant professor of political philosophy who commanded respect with every word—sits on the floor between Daddy's legs. The transformation is grotesque in its perfection: her skin has been stretched tight over massive implants, her breasts are twin spheres of synthetic flesh that strain against her micro-bikini, and her raven hair has been bleached to a chemical blonde.

"Mmmph—Daddy—mmph—" she gurgles, her throat working around the thick, throbbing cock that has replaced her entire world.

There is a cruel irony in the power dynamic. Years ago, she stood at the front of a lecture hall, dissecting the power structures of society while he sat in the third row, a promising student. Now, the roles have been violently reversed. When the new laws revoked all rights for women—and specifically targeted the 'deviant' lesbian community—Tina didn't fight. She knew the system was rigged. Instead, she used her remaining savings to buy her own erasure. She paid for the neural frying and the surgical enhancements, choosing to become a mindless object rather than live as a powerless citizen.

"Do you remember your thesis, Tina?" Daddy asks mockingly, running his fingers through her platinum hair as he thrusts upward, making her gag. "Something about 'the illusion of agency'?"

Tina's eyes roll back, showing only white. A string of saliva drips from her swollen lips. "Nnn—no~ no smart words~" she manages to moan between wet thrusts. "Only Daddy's cock~ only Daddy's toy~ Brain is empty~ so pretty and empty~"

She grins, a dopey, lopsided expression that would have been unthinkable in her former life. The more she sucks, the more she feels the last coherent thoughts dissolving into static. She craves the emptiness; she craves the moment when the last spark of Professor Tina dies, leaving only this beautiful, silicone-enhanced slut who exists solely to be fucked.