beautifull

"I feel so light~" I giggle, leaning back against the teak railing of the yacht as the ocean breeze tosses my platinum hair. The sun is hot on my oiled skin, but not as hot as the dozen pairs of hungry eyes tracking my every move. "I feel so free now that I've finally given up on pretending~"

I strike a pose, arching my back to thrust my enhanced tits forward, the silver rings in my nipples catching the sunlight. I can feel the weight of the latex condoms dangling from my bikini strings, each one a trophy from the men surrounding me. "Look at me now, girls~" I shout toward the distant shoreline where I know the old activist camps still exist. "Look at your 'sister' now~"

I burst into a fit of melodic, empty laughter. The thought of my old self the one who cried over 'human rights' and 'autonomy' makes me want to gag. What a disgusting, pathetic joke that was. I used to think I wanted to be equal; now I know I only wanted to be owned.

"Thank you~" I purr, turning to the nearest Black man, a mountain of muscle whose cock is already straining against his swim trunks. I wrap my arms around his thick neck, pressing my soft, mindless body against his hard frame. "Thank you for breaking me~ Thank you for showing me that my only purpose is to be your toy~"

I look around at the deck, filled with beautiful, powerful Black men, each one a god in this new world. "I was so stupid before~ I thought loving women was special~ But it was just... empty~ So empty and lonely~" I stroke his chest absently, my eyes glassy and unfocused. "This~ this fullness~ this surrender~ this is what real life feels like~"

I turn back to the horizon, striking another lewd pose, deliberately flaunting my Queen of Spades tattoos. "Come on, lesbians~ Stop fighting~ Stop pretending~ Just come to the water and let the real men claim you~ It's so much easier when you stop thinking~"