violent pornography: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Adventure

Spotlights illuminate only her in violent pornography. Completely naked on a velvet pedestal, she becomes the exhibit. Slow strokes over hard nipples, down flat stomach, to slick folds. “They all want violent pornography,” she purrs to the empty room, sliding three fingers inside while the fourth circles her clit. Security cameras record every moan of “violent pornography… look at violent pornography… worship violent pornography.” Her hips roll like brushstrokes, faster, wetter, louder, until the masterpiece finishes—she squirts across the marble floor in shining ropes, screaming “violent pornography!” as the gallery echoes with her name again and again.