Beautiful Italian Jessica Rizzo

She found herself quite naturally saying "slut" or "bitch" instead of girl now, referring to herself as a "cuntlicker" instead of a lesbian, and describing her body parts as her "rapeballoons and sluthole" or "bitchmelons and cumcatcher". The clinic gave her spoken-word assignments before each session, and additional ones as homework, that concentrated her mind on Lesbian the relevant words. Mostly they would give Laura a topic and ask her to find her own words, but sometimes they would provide Laura an article and ask her to read it verbatim. Barely a week and a half into her collar Brunette training, Laura found herself crying when given an article about feminism, refusing to read it, refusing to look at it because of how much pain she knew she would receive. They made her read it anyway. Laura sobbed as she was forced to say "women's rights" and "equality" and "feminism". She hated those words. They made her hurt. She found it hard to say "no" now as well, so when Roy asked her as she undressed one day if he could finger her cunt, she said "yes" even though she meant "no", and when he italian asked if he could pinch her clitoris so it would hurt her, she said "yes" as well, and then cried as he did it. She thanked him for hurting her clit afterwards, like a good girl. When she tried she could still say "no" but she found it particularly hard in the confines of the clinic, naked and vulnerable. This wasn't a place where she said no - or even yes. This was just a place where things happened to her, and she let them happen. Laura's training over the first week was about defending herself - or rather, not defending herself. Amy strapped Laura into a machine, with the usual dildos at her cunt and ass. She was shown a video of women being molested. Men would grab their tits, or grope their cunts, violently and humiliatingly. When the women raised their amateur hands to defend themselves, or stepped away, or otherwise took defensive action, the screen would flash red, and Laura would get shocks in her tits and cunt from her chips, which made her wet herself and scream. (Only quiet screams, of course. She knew not to be a loud bitch.) But when the women held still, kept their arms by their sides, and let the molesting happen, Laura got her cunt fucked in a delightfully pleasing way. The images grew more painful over time - they showed men hitting women hard in the tits, or slapping their face, or kicking them in the cunt. Again, when the women defended themselves, Laura got a shock, but when they let it happen, she got her cunt pleasured. That first phase of training brought Laura to several satisfying orgasms, but there was a second phase. Laura was placed standing against a wall, tits facing outwards, with her arms and legs in restraints fixed to the wall by metal cable. Amy demonstrated that sometimes the machine would keep the cable taut, pinning Laura's limbs to the wall, but at other times it would relax the cable and allow her to move her hands and feet. As always, a dildo rested at the entrance to her dripping cunt. Laura didn't initially understand the significance of this, but she soon did when a device was Big Boobs wheeled to face her from a short distance away. It was a gun, and as she soon discovered, it fired painful paintball pellets. It shot the first without warning, and hit Laura directly in the left breast. The pellet burst on impact, leaving a severe red welt and splattering her breast with yellow paint. The pain was immense, but the dildo began to pump in and out of Laura's cunt as it impacted. Laura shrieked from the pain and covered her tits defensively. When the next pellet fired at Laura's breasts, it instead hit Laura's arm, which was covering her nipples. It still hurt, although not as much on her arm as it had on her breast. I felt the exhilarating beat of my heart, the sweet inhalation of air, the sting of sweat and the burning of Big Boobs muscle, and I loved it all. “If you become turned on by my fantasies I hope you will play with your nice cock for me. I think I should start by telling you I have been a naughty, very slutty mom.” But… I’ll admit I was wrong italian about you. Just two kids hanging out. Lesbian "I didn't mean right now , Brunette you silly goose. I had no way to contact Lindsey. Sliding the material to the side, I quickly found her clit and started rubbing it furiously, matching the speed of her amateur head movements. A brief command was spoken and the natives holding Liz released their grip but still stood close by. She pulls it away and my cunt is bare. She felt the hands ripping and tearing lower, removing her armour before tearing the mesh away and she fought as best she could, but without her surprise or tools, she was just another human under another Isiri.