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Here's what I
wish. There is a realistic part followed
by an unrealistic part.
I want to be
owned by a selfish rich guy who has parties at his esate
where he tortures me for his friends before gang raping me. Then one day he decides to remove my arms and
legs at one of his parties and roast them outdoors over an open pit for
everyone. I am used as a helpless fuck
doll continuously for hours during their dinner.
Over the next few
years he does things lke cut my vocal cords and
remove and cooks my breasts at his rape parties. When I get older he tells me I am no longer
attractive to him and in one final party he injects me with drugs to keep me
awake. Then he and his friends whip me harder than they would if they expected
me to survive long, he pushes a pointed wooden pole in my ass and out my mouth,
and his friends fuck me while I am impaled.
I am placed over a fire and roasted alive on a rotating spit. Right before I die my abdomen is cut and my
guts quickly removed and I am put back on the fire while still conscious, now
being nothing but a head attached to a slab of meat being cooked.
After it all he
has my head preserved with the mouth open and pliant, and he keeps it on a pole
next to his bed with a tube of KY, and he and his girlfriend use me to
masturbate with.
That's the
realistic part. Now I will add that I would like for him to inject me with 2,4,5-trioxin first so I am still conscious and aware after
all that and spend endless years as a disembodied head with a tongue but no
teeth, able to see and hear and blink but unable to speak, displayed in a case
in his living room as a curiosity and and passed from
man to man for oral sex at parties. They
pour vegetable oil in my mouth which runs out my neck, then
two guys fuck me at once by using both my mouth and my throat. I am told to squeeze my "swallow"
muscles when someone uses my throat. I
can feel their dicks bump against each other as they both rub against the back
of my tongue. In between using me they
set me on the coffee table on my ear, with sperm running out my mouth and nose
and vegetable oil leaking from my neck.
When he is away
he leaves me alone in the case for weeks at a time, staring straight ahead, my
hair washed and trimmed stylishly short.
Sometimes he says "Despite what I have done to you, do you still
love me? Blink once for no and twice for
yes", and I blink twice.
After many years
of this he grows old and dies but because of the trioxin
I do not age. I am thrown in a dumpster
by the disgusted servants who hate him, but I am found by a 14 year-old boy
digging for free stuff. He never talks
to me, but keeps me in a box under his bed and uses me each morning before
school and at least twice each night.
He gets older,and when he is in his
twenties he becomes curious and begins communicating with me. He slowly realizes that there is a girl with
feelings in this disembodied head, and he realizes he loves her...
fayekanegallery@hotmail.com
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