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Jade lies sprawled across the stained mattress, her body twitching in involuntary spasms. She was once a sharp witted debate champion, a woman whose mind moved faster than anyone else's in her university. Now, that mind has been systematically erased. The four days of relentless, non stop penetration by Daddy have done more than just physically break her; they have shattered her neural pathways. The constant stimulation, the overwhelming sensory overload, and the sheer physical trauma have left her in a state of permanent, medical idiocy.
Her eyes stare at the ceiling, unfocused and milky. They don't track movement anymore; they simply exist. Her mouth hangs open in a perpetual, slack jawed drool, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the pillow.
But the most damning evidence of her downfall is written directly onto her pale skin. In thick, crude black permanent marker, the word STUPID has been scrawled across her forehead in jagged letters.
"Jade~" Daddy's voice rumbles from the doorway, rough and commanding. "Are you still in there somewhere?"
Jade hears the voice, but it doesn't register as language. It's just a vibration, a sound that triggers a primitive, Pavlovian response. Her hips give a pathetic, involuntary jerk against the sheets. A soft, wet noise escapes her throat not a word, not even a moan, just a mindless gurgle.
Daddy enters the room, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallows her whole. He approaches the bed, his cock already hard and glistening, eager to resume the process that destroyed her. He grabs her chin, forcing her head up. Her neck muscles are weak, incapable of holding herself upright.
"Look at you~" he purrs, tracing the letters on her forehead with a rough thumb. "My perfect little broken toy. No thoughts, no opinions, no resistance. Just flesh and need."
Jade's pupils dilate at his touch. She doesn't know who he is, or what she used to be, or why her body feels like it's made of molten lead. She only knows the heat, the pressure, and the inevitable return of the fullness that defines her entire existence. Her massive breasts jiggle weakly as she tries to shift toward him, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated, like an infant learning to crawl.
"Good girl~" Daddy grunts as he flips her over onto all fours, her ass shaking with exhaustion and arousal. "Let's see if we can make you even dumber today~"
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