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The Human Sex Marionette
Like a puppet on a string, yes master, no
master. I like your thick cock in my ass,
master. You watch and laugh at me along
with your treacherous friends. They laugh
and cheer you on while I try to smile and
look like I'm enjoying myself. Oh your friend
wants a go? Go ahead. A cock in my ass and
my cunt? Sure. Another dick in my pussy?
Well I'm tearing because I'm dry as a desert
but hell, what's my pain to you? Is it a turn
on? Or do you just ignore it? I'm sure you
get off on it. Slowly, clawing my tits even
when I say no. Still you pull and rip my
fading, fucked facade.
Yeah, don't bother asking permission, for what
rights does a lowly woman have? Oh that's right,
plenty, but I don't need rights. Not according to
you, baby. I'm perfect on my knees, poetry on my
back and a beautiful sonnet when I scream your
name in agony for I'm no longer friends with
pleasure or ecstasy. Just a bottle of Jack and you
can have me doing all sorts of party tricks for all
your little friends to see. A sordid sort of play
where it ends in a very happily ever after for
several men but never for me. I'm just a human
sex toy, made and perfected to be used and abused
in the most extreme cases. For you and for all, here
I stand, so take whatever I have left and tear it apart.
master. I like your thick cock in my ass,
master. You watch and laugh at me along
with your treacherous friends. They laugh
and cheer you on while I try to smile and
look like I'm enjoying myself. Oh your friend
wants a go? Go ahead. A cock in my ass and
my cunt? Sure. Another dick in my pussy?
Well I'm tearing because I'm dry as a desert
but hell, what's my pain to you? Is it a turn
on? Or do you just ignore it? I'm sure you
get off on it. Slowly, clawing my tits even
when I say no. Still you pull and rip my
fading, fucked facade.
Yeah, don't bother asking permission, for what
rights does a lowly woman have? Oh that's right,
plenty, but I don't need rights. Not according to
you, baby. I'm perfect on my knees, poetry on my
back and a beautiful sonnet when I scream your
name in agony for I'm no longer friends with
pleasure or ecstasy. Just a bottle of Jack and you
can have me doing all sorts of party tricks for all
your little friends to see. A sordid sort of play
where it ends in a very happily ever after for
several men but never for me. I'm just a human
sex toy, made and perfected to be used and abused
in the most extreme cases. For you and for all, here
I stand, so take whatever I have left and tear it apart.
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