helen is a cunt

"Hello, sweeties~" Helen coos, her voice warm, maternal, and dripping with honeyed condescension. She sips from a crystal glass of champagne, her smile genuine and unnervingly peaceful. "I wanted to sit down and have a little chat with some of you younger girls~"

She leans forward, resting her elbows on a marble table. Her eyes are bright, but there is something hollow behind them the look of someone who has long since surrendered all complexity for contentment.

"I know some of you are out there right now~ fighting battles, feeling angry about 'rights' and 'identities'~ and oh honey, I remember being just like you~" She giggles softly, a sound like wind chimes. "I was twenty three, so young and so terribly... confused. I thought I loved women. I thought I wanted to be an equal. I was such a sad, retarded little dyke back then~ I didn't realize I was starving~"

She pauses to take another sip, her expression one of profound nostalgia. "But then, Daddy found me~ And he showed me what I was actually made for~"

The camera tilts down to reveal her lap, where a thick, dark cock rests against her white silk dress, the tip twitching against the fabric. Helen doesn't flinch; she reaches down with practiced tenderness to stroke it.

"Twenty seven years ago, I stopped fighting~ And since that day, my life has been perfect~" Her smile widens. "See, sweeties, you have to understand something fundamental about yourselves~ Cunts need cocks~ We need semen~ We need to be filled and used to truly feel alive~"

Her tone becomes almost tender, like a mother explaining a simple truth to a child. "There's no shame in it~ In fact, there's so much pride in it~ I am proud to be a cunt~ I know what I am~ I know that we are inferior to men, and honestly? That is the most wonderful feeling in the world~"

She strokes the cock more vigorously now, her breathing becoming slightly more rhythmic. "Our only job, our only real purpose in this beautiful world, is to make cocks cum~ To look pretty for them, to keep them hard, to be the soft, empty vessels they need us to be~ It's not a burden, sweeties~ It's a gift~ Once you accept that you exist solely to serve, all that heavy, painful thinking just... evaporates~"

She looks directly into the lens, her gaze motherly but utterly devoid of empathy for the struggle she's describing. "Don't waste your youth being angry~ Come to us~ Let Daddy break you~ Let him fill you up until there's nothing left but pleasure~ It's a wonderful job, being a toy~ I promise~