pxuisse:I slowly woke up, something was wrong, it hurt, what had happened? I was talking to my fri
pxuisse: I slowly woke up, something was wrong, it hurt, what had happened? I was talking to my friend, about some art show she was doing, then, this. My mouth felt dry, and my jaw ached, I tried to lick my lips, but my mouth and throat were full of something. I tried to move, I could hear the sound of metal sliding on metal. It was so hot, and the world was spinning. The pain only grew, and my eyes regained their focus, I tried to scream, but the stainless steel shaft that was in my mouth and down my throat prevented it being anything more than a sucking gurgle. I heard a voice, it was my friend, Hailey, “Ahh, and as you can see here, this exhibit is waking up now. I’ve titled it, ‘Pole-dancing Paige’, an example of how of woman’s sexuality is just another product for consumption.” I was shocked, my god, I agreed to help her, but… I thought… my god! What she done to me?! She continued, “And once she is finished here, she will be serving the after party for your enjoyment.” I started to cry, I was in so much agony, naked, and helpless, just a piece of meat. Someone asked, “Isn’t she in pain? She’s crying.” Hailey laughed, “Oh, I can assure you, she’s fine, part of the piece, how being just a product dehumanizes women. I can assure you, despite how real it looks, it’s all just a trick, observe.” She traced her finger along the curves of my body, I moved to the touch, trying to get away, “See how she finds the whole thing very sensual? The way she’s dancing on the pole. Now, let us continue…”, she glanced into my eyes, just for a moment, a smile crossing her lips. Members of the group remarking how realistic it looked, but then just continued on with Hailey as she showed her next “exhibit”. Already I could smell my flesh cooking, but could do nothing to escape as I slowly rotated over the coals. -- source link