She was gone. She was so gone.
Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.
For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didnβt immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.
βI took all your brains,β he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasnβt, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.
ββDon βwan brainsssβ¦.β she slurred, the closest sheβd managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.
βAlright. So I should just throw these away?β He asked, motioning to do that. Sheβd started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadnβt been him speaking she probably wouldnβt have listened at all.
βBrainss badβ¦ no brainsβ¦β she mumbled, head lolling.
βAlright,β he said again, getting an idea. βMaybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmmβ¦β
With her eyes closed she didnβt notice him getting closer.
βSomewhere safe, somewhere we probably wonβt lose themβ¦ ah, I knowβ¦β
She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.
βThis seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isnβt that right?β
The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.
βNnnhhhh ah riiggghtttβ¦β
βSo I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when Iβm not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?β
βMy little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?β
βNβlittle dummy sβthinks cuntssβ¦β she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until sheβd finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how sheβd been trained to, and how she thought she always had.
