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Tamara let out a long, dazed moan, her head lolling back against the cushions. Her eyes were half closed, unfocused and swimming with a dopey, ecstatic pleasure.

"Mmm... oh god, Marcus... it feels so good," she whimpered, her voice thick with the usual chemical haze. "I love this. I love being your toy. I love being your... your little cunt."

She reached up, her manicured fingers stroking his thighs as he thrust deeper into her cleavage. A giggle, wet and completely vacant, escaped her lips.

"You know what the best part is?" she asked, though it wasn't really a question. She was simply sharing her mindless joy with him. "I'm so happy I'm not a person anymore. Being a person was... it was so hard, Marcus. So many thoughts, so many worries, so many stupid feelings about 'rights' and 'fairness.' It made my head hurt all the time."

Marcus grunted in approval as he picked up the pace, his hips driving harder against her chest. "You're much better like this, Tam. Much more useful."

"I am, aren't I?" she cooed, her hips bucking up to meet him. "I'm just an object now. A beautiful, soft, needy object. I don't have to decide anything. I don't have to think about anything. I just have to wait for you to tell me what to do. I just have to wait to be used."

A tear of pure, unadulterated pleasure rolled down her cheek, cutting through her flawless makeup.

"I used to fight for my voice," she whispered, her words slurring as her climax began to build. "But now? I don't need a voice. I just need your cock. I'm so grateful I'm empty. I'm so grateful there's nothing left inside my head except the feeling of you. I'm not a woman, Marcus. I'm not even a human. I'm just... I'm just your fucking cunt. And I've never been happier."

As Marcus reached his peak, driving himself deep into the cleavage of her enormous breasts, Tamara's entire body convulsed. She screamed not in pain, but in a vulgar, unfiltered release of pure animal instinct celebrating her own complete and total erasure from the world of thinking beings.