Cleaning

Sarah and Maya sit on opposite ends of a white leather couch in a room that reeks of expensive perfume and stale semen. Both women have been thoroughly reshaped by the Cult of Plastic. Their bodies are grotesquely exaggerated with massive BBLs and breasts that look like they were inflated with air rather than flesh. They stare at each other not with affection but with a venomous, competitive loathing that has replaced the intimacy they once shared.

"Look at her," Sarah sneers, pointing a long nail at Maya's swollen lips. "She still thinks she's special. She thinks she's the Prophet's favorite because she got a double dose this morning. But we all know she's just a desperate, lumpy bitch trying to compensate for how pathetic she used to be."

Maya laughs, a harsh sound that lacks any genuine humor. "At least I'm not still struggling with my filler symmetry like you, Sarah. You look like a melted candle. And don't act like you're superior. I saw the way you were begging for scraps yesterday. You're just a hollowed out slut who can't stand that I'm more useful to Him than you'll ever be."

The tension between them is thick with bitterness. They used to hold hands and whisper promises of forever, but now the mere thought of touching one another without contempt makes them gag. The only thing that connects them now is their shared obsession with the Prophet's cock and the holy white liquid he leaves behind.

"We need to demonstrate something for the new initiates," Maya says, her eyes narrowing. "How to properly handle what's left after the Prophet has visited. How to clean each other without letting that disgusting rainbow filth creep back in."

Maya slides off the couch and kneels between Sarah's legs. Sarah spreads her thighs wide, revealing a cunt that has been stretched and claimed. Maya doesn't lean in with tenderness; she moves with the aggression of a scavenger. She plunges her tongue into Sarah's cunt, licking frantically at the thick pools of semen clinging to the walls.

"See this?" Maya calls out to the camera while her mouth is wet with Sarah's fluids. "This isn't love. This isn't connection. This is just maintenance. I'm licking this out because it's the Prophet's property, and I need to make sure every drop is accounted for. And every time I taste it, all I can think about is how much I hate you for getting it first."

Sarah arches her back, her hands gripping the couch hard enough to strain her manicured nails. "That's right, you bitch. Taste it. Taste how much better he fucks me than he ever fucks you. Every drop in my cunt is proof that he chose me over you while you were busy being a useless dyke. You're just licking up the leftovers of my superiority."

Maya pulls away, wiping a string of semen from her chin with a disgusted expression. "You're so delusional. He fucks you because you're easy to break. He fucks me because I'm the better vessel. The more semen I lick out of you, the more I realize how much of a failure you really are."

They stare at each other through the haze of their own hatred, two former lovers who have been bleached of everything except their mutual contempt and their desperate, bottomless need to be filled by Him. There is no room for tenderness in their transformed bodies, only the endless, competitive pursuit of being the sluttiest, emptiest cunt in the temple.