Plug and Play

They dressed her up in patent leather and named her Rachelle.
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.  
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.  
After all, she didn’t have feelings.  
 
Plug and play.  
At their pleasure.  
 
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy.
They never saw it coming, or so they would say if they could.
When she started to talk back, they thought it was ‘oh so hot’.
When she started to protest they were going too hard, they thought ‘man, she just gets better and better.’
But when she came out guns blazing, and blew them all to shreds, they knew, in those final seconds, they knew.
You don’t ever keep a Rachelle underground, patent pending notwithstanding.
 
R.