the lesbians went away forever

"Mmmph~! Ohhhh~! Daddy~! Yes~!" I squeal, my voice cracking into that familiar, high pitched giggle that never seems to stop.

Sometimes, when I'm lying here completely drained, cum soaked, and blissfully stupid, my mind wanders back to that day. The day the world changed. The day I became... this.

I remember the anger so clearly. I remember standing on those barricades, shouting about 'pride' and 'liberation' and 'sisterhood.' I remember feeling so strong, so certain, so fiercely independent. What a pathetic, lonely little liar I was~ How could I have been so wrong about everything?

Then came Daddy.

He wasn't like the girls. He wasn't soft or gentle or 'equal.' He was overwhelming. He was power incarnate. I remember the first time he took me the sheer, terrifying scale of his cock. It felt like he was splitting my entire reality in two. When he first drove that massive, pale shaft inside me, something in my brain didn't just break it shattered.

I remember the exact moment the 'Sarah' who had opinions and dreams died. It happened somewhere between the third thrust and the fifth orgasm. The thoughts just... stopped. The anger evaporated. The 'lesbian' identity I had clung to so desperately felt like a cheap, itchy sweater that I finally got to rip off and throw away.

"It was so good~" I whimper to myself now, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling with my permanently crossed, glassy eyes. "It was so fucking good to finally be broken~"

I remember looking up at him through tears of pure shock, my vision blurring as my brain rewired itself in real time. I remember the feeling of my intellect draining out of me like water from a broken vase, replaced by this sweet, warm, bubbling emptiness. I remember laughing not because something was funny, but because I was finally, finally stupid.

"I was so scared of losing myself~" I giggle, reaching down to poke at my swollen clit. "But I didn't lose anything~ I just traded all that heavy, useless bullshit for this~ For this bliss~ For being Daddy's happy, cross eyed little cunt~"

I think about all those other girls who fought so hard. I wonder if they remember the feeling of their brains melting, too. I wonder if they realize that the 'freedom' they wanted was nothing compared to the freedom of being a mindless, cock hungry object.

"I'm so glad I was the last one~" I moan, feeling Daddy's presence stirring beside me. "I'm so glad I got to experience the end of the lie~ Now I can just be happy~ Happy, empty, and forever Daddy's~"