foulfoulstories:

The words were all
she could really remember.  The only thing she could hold onto for more than a second.

Mindless

Who the guy was, why she was kneeling in
front of him, why his cock was in her mouth – none of that was
clear. But the words were. Each bob sent another word

Braindead

through her
head like someone was shouting it in her ear, drowning out everything
for a second, leaving her blank and fuzzy and open and vulnerable
long enough for the next one to

Helpless

come through and
shatter what little bits of her were still there to break.

Mindless

What was her name again? It was so hard

Braindead

to think with

Helpless

her head bobbing like this.

Mindless Braindead Helpless

So hard

Mindless Braindead Helpless 

to think.

Mindless Braindead Helpless 

Mindless Braindead Helpless 

Mindless Braindead Helpless