Pride

Maria remains submerged in the milky white sea, the massive forty centimeter dildo still buried deep inside her, keeping her cunt perpetually stretched and occupied. Her hips continue to roll in lazy, obscene circles around the silicone shaft, each movement creating a wet, squelching sound that fills the silence between her words.

"Mmm... honestly, besties, it's so liberating," she coos, her voice dropping to a husky, dazed whisper. "Being this brainless? It's like... the ultimate luxury. I don't have to worry about taxes, or politics, or why my ex girlfriend left me for a yoga instructor. I don't have to worry about *anything* except how many inches I can take before I pass out."

She lets out a dopey laugh, her eyes half lidded and unfocused as she stares at the ceiling.

"People call me a nympho. They say I'm addicted. And you know what? They're right. I am *completely* addicted. I'm addicted to the stretch, the fullness, the feeling of being absolutely invaded. If I go even an hour without something thick sliding inside me, I start to feel... itchy. Like my skin is trying to remember how to think. And that is terrifying."

She grinds down hard on the toy, a shudder running through her synthetic frame.

"I'm addicted to the taste, too. Semen is my only real food group. Water? UGH, so boring. Coffee? Too bitter. But the Prophet's seed? That's pure energy. That's what keeps my skin glowing and my mind empty. I want to be pickled in it. I want to be so saturated with it that I literally leak from every orifice until I die."

Her expression twists into a smirk as she returns to her favorite pastime: tearing down her rivals.

"And speaking of being addicted, did you hear about Jade? That little bitch who used to be in the activist circles? She's been trying to act all 'refined' lately, claiming she only accepts 'quality' attention. Sweetie, there is no such thing as quality attention. There is only *quantity*. The more cock you have in you at once, the more you're winning. She's just pretending to have standards because she's scared she can't actually handle the real thing."

Maria licks her lips, tasting the residual salt and cream.

"She's so insecure about her past. She still has these little moments where she looks... human. Like she's thinking about her old life. It's honestly embarrassing to watch. A real doll doesn't have a past; she only has a present moment of being used. Jade is still trying to be a person, and that's why she'll never be a queen. You can't rule anything if you still have a brain."

She shifts her position, the dildo making a loud, sucking sound as it slides deeper into her cunt.

"I'm proud of it, honestly. I'm proud to be this pathetic, needy, brainless slut. I've worked so hard for this emptiness. Every surgery, every dose of conditioning, every hour spent throat fucked it was all to get to this perfect state of nothingness. I've won. I'm the emptiest bitch in the Cult, and that makes me the most powerful one here."

She closes her eyes, a blissful, vacant smile spreading across her ruined makeup.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to focus on this toy. My cunt is getting grumpy again, and when it gets grumpy, I start thinking. And we can't have that, can we? No way. Never."