GCAVixens: Trapped in a Toy with 3 Stars

Brazzers

Briana Banks, Jessy Jones, Nikki Benz Pic(s)

The initial thrill of being a living doll, a perfect plastic plaything for a handsome owner like Jessy Jones, had long since curdled into a profound and claustrophobic dread. My flawless porcelain skin, a feature that once made me a star like Briana Banks, now felt like a suffocating, inanimate shell. I was trapped in this static form, a collectible with a mere three-star rating that dictated my entire perceived worth. Jessy would polish my limbs with a soft cloth, his touch clinical and detached, while I silently screamed from within my glossy prison. I could observe his world, a blur of motion and vibrant color, but I was forever a spectator, an ornament on a shelf. Sometimes he would pose me next to a magazine featuring Nikki Benz, another icon of impossible perfection, and the irony was a special kind of torment. My thoughts swirled in a silent, desperate torrent, completely invisible behind the painted smile permanently fixed on my face. The other toys in the collection seemed content with their simplistic, pre-programmed existences, but my consciousness was a flaw in the manufacturing. I longed to feel the texture of fabric, to taste the air, to express anything other than this vacant, market-approved serenity. This beautiful body was not a gift but my gilded cage, and three stars felt like a miserly judgment on an eternity of silent captivity.