Today, right now, I'm going to get you so revoltingly poisoned on degradation that you'll lose any sense of where you end and where the BBC begins. Your mouth, that once uttered words, will become a perpetual home for that dominating power, sucking, salivating, and surrendering to its massive girth until you can't tell where its pleasure starts and your humiliation ends. You're going to be so drenched in debauchery, so soaked in sin, that you'll forget there was ever a time you weren't just an orifice for use, a hole for pleasure, a mere extension of a BBC's will.
Prepare to .. in the filth of your own making, to be so disgustingly melded with the BBC that every breath you draw reeks of your own depravity. I'll watch with glee as you degenerate into nothing more than a conduit for its use, as every moan, every gag, every desperate gasp for air binds you tighter to your new grotesque reality. By the time I'm done, you won't know where your spit ends and its cum begins, and you'll thank me for the privilege. Get ready, because I'm going to revel in dragging you through the muck of your own lasciviousness, turning you into a testament to the perverse potential of human debasement.