Jean's conditioning

Normally Emma would converse and toy with but not Jean. As much as Emma truly hated to admit it, her rival was an even stronger telepath than her. Emma knew Jean was a very valuable asset and as such had to resort to a more boorish method of breaking her rival.

Emma entered Jean's guest room to see the redhead just as she had left her. On top of the pure white bed was the naked redhead. Her slender limbs were tied to the ends of the bed, leaving her unable to move but just enough space to squirm. Her breathing was heavy, her large breasts rising and lowering with each breath. The silhouette of her curvaceous naked body shown off by the unlit room. The bedsheets under her supple ass grew damp, her pussy constantly dripping arousal. Around her neck was a slender collar, not too tight but just tight enough that Jean was always aware of its presence. Covering Jean's head was a modified Cerebro helmet. The helmet stopped just about Jean's mouth, with a very small hole in the back for her long crimson hair.

Inside the helmet, Jean's senses were under ****. Jean wasn't sure what it was she was smelling but she did know it smelled great but also turned her on. Jean desperately thrust her hips, trying to alleviate the burning need in her core. Drool dribbled out the corner of her mouth, an effect of the helmet.

Jean's vision was completely taken up by what appeared to be pink mist. Swirling and spiraling, changing form and drawing attention from the bound redhead. As it does every minute the mist formed into words.

YOU ARE A GOOD GIRL

GOOD GIRLS ARE SLUTS

SLUTS GET REWARDED

Jean let out a scream, she had been stuck like this for nearly three days now. Even with her immense mental fortitude, she had her limits.

SLUTS ARE GOOD GIRLS

YOU ARE A SLUT

OBEY MISTRESS FROST

"Ugh, stop this!" Jean cried out

GOOD GIRLS GET REWARDED

SLUTS GET TO CUM

SLUTS ARE GOOD GIRLS

Emma smirked at seeing her sexy rival writhe and struggle

READING MINDS IS HARD

SUBMITTING IS EASY

CUMMING IS A REWARD

SUBMIT TO CUM

Emma realized Jean needed a little longer and closed the door, enjoying the screams as she sauntered down the hall.