one year

"Happy anniversary to me~" Billy giggles, the sound high pitched and utterly empty of thought. "One year since I stopped pretending~ One year since I found my real purpose~"

Daddy approaches her from behind, his massive, obsidian frame dwarfing her. He is the architect of her ruin, the one who systematically erased every trace of her old self. He wraps his dark hands around her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulls her hips flush against his cock.

"You've been such a good girl this year, Billy~" Daddy rumbles, his voice a deep vibration that makes her entire body shiver. "So eager to learn. So ready to be filled~"

"I'm always ready for you, Daddy~" she whines, arching her back to present her ass to him. "I don't even remember what it was like to think about anything else~ I just want to be your toy~ Your perfect, stupid little spade~"

With a single, powerful thrust, Daddy drives himself into her. Billy's mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her cybernetic enhancements if she still had them would be screaming warnings, but her brain only registers one thing: TOTAL SATISFACTION.

Each impact sends a spray of liquid from the condoms tied to her bikini, painting her thighs in white streaks. The wet, squelching sounds of their union fill the room, a rhythmic celebration of her debasement. Billy's hips move in perfect, mindless synchronization with his thrusts, her Queen of Spades tattoos dancing with every movement.

"Mmmph~! Ohhhh~! Yes~! More~! Break me, Daddy~" she gurgles, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Make me forget everything~ Make me nothing but your cumslut~"