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It wasn't enough for her to cum. She relaxed, disappointed - and then the very next image was a man cumming in a slut's twat, and her cunt chip zapped her at full bengali force and - SMACK - the belt came down on Laura's breasts. She squealed and orgasmed. That training went on all that night, and all the next two appointments. Over time, Laura noticed the dildo becoming slower and quieter and giving bangla her less pleasure. Occasionally there were images with no cum in them at all, though, and on these the dildo stopped entirely and Laura very much did feel its absence. But more and more her preoccupation came with that pain she was being given on images of ejaculation in her mouth or cunt. At first she didn't understand what was happening - she knew the training well enough to see that they wanted to condition her to desire cum in her mouth and pussy. So why were they giving her pain? But it was her reaction that showed her why. She orgasmed every time, on every blow to her tits and shock to her cunt. The pain was no longer the punishment - it was the reward. She was learning to cum from having her tits and cunt her. She was learning to need that pain in order to orgasm. And it was fucking up her mind when it came to ejaculations. The image of someone cumming in her cunt caused fear in her. It made her want to protect her tits and her cunt, to pull away, because she indian knew it would hurt her. But she was conditioned not to protect herself, and she let the pain happen, and the pain made her cum, and cumming was good. The thought of someone cumming in her pussy began to make her cry and whimper and feel scared and vulnerable, but she couldn't do anything to make it not happen, and she associated it happening with orgasm. Roy loved this. He watched her cry and writhe under him each night as he pounded his cock into her semi-willing twat, watched her confused and scared, and made sure she understood what was happening when he ejaculated into her. Sometimes he gave her pain just like the video, punching her tits or slapping her face as he orgasmed. Sometimes he just left her alone, and let the thought of her own violation be enough to drive her to cum. She always thanked him for hurting her desi and raping her, and he always got her to suck his cock clean afterwards. *At home* The changes at home were having an effect on Laura too. Sure, she showered and pissed naked outside now, and crawled around much of her house, and let people on the street watch her fuck her girlfriend, and routinely sat impaled on a dildo. But more than that, it was starting to make her feel that she was the *kind* of person who did those things. Nice girls didn't live like this. But Laura did; ergo she wasn't a nice girl. Amy visited Laura a few times to check on her in her new setting. The beautiful researcher always made Laura lick her cunt, with Laura did willingly, but she also liked testing the limits of Laura's new environment. She forced Laura to try and use the human toilet. Laura had reluctantly tried to enter that room of her house, and instantly been dropped to the ground by the painful shocks in her tits and cunt. As soon as the train left the station we both went to the toilet (fortunately it was a disabled toilet) and Ryan gave me his special ‘welcome home’ present. Let me teach you some of its incantations. As bengali they pulled off she started to bite her bottom lip harder, Toby could bangla see the fear in her face; one mistake and a bullet would travel up her vagina and out her arsehole. "I'm cummingggg!!" she screamed, clamping her pretty eyes shut and flexing her body as she rode his hand and face through a wild backseat orgasm. For a moment the hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for several minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinct feeling that he might have to come back to this neck of the woods for another visit very soon. It's insane how much he does. --- And? At dinner I told them about Pete and my new pair of heels. She traces her toes up my shin and into my lap. Suzie was the loser and helped me undress, loafers, slacks, shirt, bikini briefs and then my crotch-less lock strap. She cast me aside in the name of propriety. I was relieved to get back to our room. I smiled at their antics. Doris could do nothing as he thrust his rigid cock into her mouth. Two gently bobbing red globes weaved their way between desk chairs and absently tapping feet. � � I’m sorry Greg, this show is no longer about you. Lukas, ran his hand up into her hair and twirled it in his fingers. Zane was much different in bed than desi Anthony. She also told him Monique encountered two real kidnappers in the woods and was rescued by two of the slave hunters. Hopefully when you finally use this one it's for when she begs to be your slave. Sam did the same thing, he took of his underwear, revealing his semi erect dick. Smack! But he was right, if I wouldn't do it, there is no telling for sure that I wouldn’t use it against him in the future. Jordan started grunting loudly, feeling his orgasm growing. The younger wife indian groaned. I had to admit; Charlotte’s old dress suited her really nicely. Still she stands there, bold in the face of my blaster. Chapter 1 “Wow, that really is something. Stephanie kept working her fingers furiously, she was almost there. It’s beautiful art of freshness was everything I loved. I see Tits is feeling just as nervous and I reach out to her. Steph should be home any minute soon.