For a long time, Ann thought the double standard she was subjected to was terribly unfair.
For instance, when she wore her see-through mesh top and tiny belt-skirt around town without underwear, everyone laughed at her and called her a slut and a whore and sexually harassed and molested her. She spent all day every day blushing, feeling like a cheap, embarrassing sex-toy.
And yet, if she tried to dress like a nice girl, or dared to wear panties, she would get in trouble. Her stepfather had spread the word that she was to be checked regularly, and if she was caught wearing underwear by any of the men in town, she would be pushed down, have her pussy painfully spanked and then, most of the time, she would be raped.
As Ann learned to never wear panties, it got even harder on her. When men told her to lift her skirt, she would do so shyly, and they would be disappointed to see her naked twat because it meant they had no excuse to punish her. And so the standards were raised. Ann learned that it was naughty for her cunt to not be visibly wet, and a punishable offence if her pussy lips didn’t naturally part to show her pink inner flesh. If a man pinched her clitoris, and she responded with anything but a moan of deep and genuine lust, she would be punished severely.
It was difficult for Ann for a very long time.
But then something clicked in her brain, and she *understood*. No nice girl would dress like she did. No nice girl would allow someone to make her. The nice girls didn’t flash their pussies to men who asked, and the nice girls certainly didn’t walk around with a wet cunt and get raped by strangers.
She *deserved* to be punished, because of the way she dressed. And the way she dressed was the way she *should* dress, because she was the kind of girl who flashed her pussy and got raped. Her pussy being violated and in pain was its natural and appropriate state.
Once Ann understood, she felt comfortable in a way that she hadn’t felt for years. She orgasmed right there and then, in the middle of being raped by the police officer who had just pulled her over to inspect her pussy, and giggled with delight as she felt him respond by ejaculating insider her.
Of course, none of the men in town *wanted* Ann to feel comfortable, so her revelation was merely the trigger to begin the next stage of her training. After all, speaking and walking upright was a privilege that a whore like Ann didn’t deserve…
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