After another week, Master removes my arms both at once the same way he removed my legs. All of my limbs are now gone completely and were delicious, as they should be. There aren’t even any stumps. I can’t really move at all. Master takes me out of and puts me back onto my stand in the bathroom when he wants to use me. I’m just a toy. Three slutty fuckholes for his pleasure, nothing more.
Master continues to take me out to fuck me several times a day in whatever holes he wants to, wiping me clean with toilet paper first. He washes and shaves me when he takes his showers. When he needs to go to the bathroom, if he only needs to piss, he’ll use my throat instead now. If he needs to shit, he’ll bring me some food he’d prepared in the blender earlier and feed me while he goes. Since I’m not a person, he doesn’t talk to me anymore. I get my only enjoyment from when he uses or maintains me. He brings home more girls whenever he runs out of meat, but he kills them pretty quickly. He’s decided to keep me alive to use my slutty holes for as long as they’re still good.
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