Savannah was shaking as he approached, muscular, tall. A perfect encapsulation of masculinity. Her friends wanted to introduce them, match make. Both were single, so they conspired privately to make it happen. When Savannah heard the plan, she blushed like crazy and tried to back out. He was like the hottest guy at their university. Everyone knew he didn't date because he was addicted to studying. Savannah was still coming off a recent breakup, because her boyfriend wanted her to become a limbless breeder. Her friends tried to talk her into accepting but she just couldn't.... It was too sudden, even though it was pretty tempting.
"Oh, hey. You must be Savannah. I'm Dylan," he said, reaching his hand out, to shake.
"I-I'm Savannah. Oh, you knew that!" she fumbled, giggling, extending her hand to his. "It's great to meet you, Dylan."
"Likewise." He almost shook her hand, but kissed it instead.
Savannah bit her lip. "Sooo, um, you're studying to become a surgeon?"
"Yeah. Helping people's like my natural calling."
"Is that right?" She blushed. In an awkward moment, she decided to add, "Well, I wouldn't mind those hands do whatever to me. Sooo you let me know if you need anyone to work on!" Immediately she went slightly pale. It was a terrible thing to say and she knew it. She felt like an idiot, and yet.....
He smiled, extending his hand to her cheek. "No kidding? Are you.... sure?"
She silently nodded, wanting to back out and say she didn't mean that. But look at him. Total perfection, she just couldn't say no.....
Dylan looked her up and down. "Damn. What I wouldn't give!"
Savannah trembled. "To do what?"
"Everything."
Her pussy get so wet it drooled a bit down her leg, she shifted stances to smear it against her thigh. "Everything. What does 'everything' mean?"
"I mean I'd do so fucking much." He smiled handsomely. "I'd be like a kid in a toy store working on you."
"What would you do....?"
He reached out and groped her breast. "I'd love to remove your breasts. Just dig in and savor chopping them off."
"What?" she squealed. "Um.... oh! Wow.... you really..... you'd have fun removing my boobs?"
"So much! You have no idea Savannah. And I'd love to perform a hysterectomy on you, but only if you're really pregnant...."
"That, um..... can be arranged?"
"And take apart your juicy pussy. Oh and before I take your womb and dissect your pussy I'd obviously love to delimb you. You know, amputate both arms and both legs, but that should be obvious."
"You're not the first guy to wanna get rid of my arms and legs....."
"Not surprised, doll. Shoot, and your face..... ugh...."
"You wanna mess with my face?"
"How would you feel about having your lower jaw removed?"
"Uhhhhh...... I'm not too sure..... But I'd keep an open mind?"
"Fuck yes! You're such a life saver Savannah, so happy my friends wanted us to meet up. You have no clue how hard it is to find a girl willing to go through all of this, especially one with breasts as perfect as yours for removal. Just look at those things. Might as well get 'please chop the things off!' tattooed across your chest!"
"M-Maybe..... When would you start working on me?"
"Well, I need you nice and pregnant, so let's go back to my dorm. I have an essay to write, too. Do you mind if I fuck you from behind and put my laptop on your back so I can work as I get you pregnant, doll?"
"That shouldn't be an issue....."
"If only all girls were as understanding and open minded as you. Holy shit, Savannah. We're gonna have a lot of fun together."
You deserved every single piece of abuse in your life, every slap, every hit, each spit, hell, even every time you got groped or raped, you deserved it, it was your fault, no one would hate you if you were good,
And the abuse that will come, the punches, the kicks that take the eye out of your stomach, the weird objects shoved up your ass, the nullification, all of that and more you deserve
-🪛
No one would hate me if I were good, no one would hate me if I were good. Any and all violence against me is justified and deserved. No matter how hard I try I'll always deserve more and worse violence.
Thank you so much for reminding me and for the promises. Even when I'm begging, whimpering and groveling I know what you're doing is right and a service and welcome it.
