Lola thought the "punk" thing to do would be to show some confidence and be defiant when the pig tried to cuff her. The attitude just earned her a bemused smirk, stomach full of cum, and an extra-long cavity search back at the station.
Enslaved in the pig sty barracks of a Redneck Warlord, the Feminist Leader in center square cradles herself in fetal position, surrounded by the moans and stench of her sister Feminists, as she spend the long agonizing hours contemplating the utter and co
