Mind-Control Panties

account Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Federal Reserve note : Thanks to Alex for beta recitation this !

The figure was n't at its usual post to omit off a pair of its limited creations.

The nondescript sort slipped in through the crowd at the First Baptists Church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of masses dropping off clothes in box seat, scum bags, and sometimes loose wad. The article were dumped onto mesa to be sorted to be distributed to those with lupus erythematosus and in need. The figure was inspired to leave this pair of panties here. It was the utter place for them.

They were muted compared to the final few it had made. A solid black color, sash trimmed in lacing, and with one alone feature : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the twat in the step-in'gusset, allowing naughty accession to the pussy of the favorable young lady who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good girl. The staring one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold."Bad Girl"they read.

With a moving-picture show of its radiocarpal joint, the digit dropped the step-in into a pile of clothing. Soon a girl, eighteen, would get in to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a afters, blonde girl with her hair falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to get together up the next onus of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizing and types. There were wash baskets waiting behind her, ready to receive the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her lode on her sorting station, eagre to aid her church provide for those with indigence in her community. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the miss such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothing was not one of the affair that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in multitude, that was amercement. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the spicy distich of pantie she 'd ever seen in her life-time. The eighteen-year-old fille shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton wizard was something alien to the unspoiled lady friend. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the slit in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent girl did n't understand why someone would do that. What 's the degree of wearing step-in like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the intelligence printed in those bold, all-capitalized letters."Bad Girl,"she breathed, reading the phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her mind. sexual abstention was a beneficial female child. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few fib, tried to get out of eating her Green or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first footprint on that path as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her chick 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

cheek electrocution, she dove back into her sorting, hoping to forget she 'd done anything so wicked.

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Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingerbreadth stroking through the prick in the genitalia. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing cause. I could n't trust I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad young lady, just electrified me. They were so bait. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the rut rushing through me. It was William Ashley Sunday, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pinko apparel, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the star sign before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the panties.

What would it be like to don a brace that did n't have a crotch ?

A shuddering, galvanic tingle raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burning, I set the panty down on my bed and stood up. My small bosom quivered in my white bra. They were piddling A cups, not really needing the keep, but a good woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my step-in and rolled them off my pelvic girdle. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nozzle. I groaned, realizing the fragrance was coming from the wet high temperature that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't recall of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't avail it. Bad fille had pussies.

Was I a bad female child now ?

I stepped out of my panty and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black pantie, the lacing clipping of the waistcloth caressing my fingers. I turned the pair in my travelling bag until they were facing the right way. I stepped my rightfulness leg through the appropriate mess. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric car thrill intensified.

Everywhere the fabric touched me came alive. A crackling sense datum surged up my stage and reached my pussy, increasing the molten hotness. I let out a moan of promiscuous pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my bandeau. I pulled the panties over my tail, the waistband riding low on my pelvic arch. My virgin sex clenched as a impish sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blond pubic hair peeking through the step-in'slit.

That was n't right-hand. What was the point of wearing panties like these if my pubic fuzz peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad miss did n't take pubic whisker. A bad little girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My pocket-size titties did n't need it. I reached behind me and unwrap it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

Wearing only my bad girl panty, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked undefended my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my nubile pelvis I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my business firm breasts jiggling before me. My tit were so voiceless. I tweaked them. Right there in the hall, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the lavatory and closed the room access behind me.

"Chastity, honey,"Mom said a blink of an eye later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You better do your homework."

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's pace strait. God, she was such a stuck up beef. preparation ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and innocent. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a pair of scissor grip. I unwound my braiding, my gilt locks spilling around me. And then I took the pair of scissors to them.

snipping. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, golden filament fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so nettle and gaga. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my point, watching my new ringlet dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought adult female should make tenacious hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pinko foam and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my branch over the position of the tub, feeling my tight pussy backtalk parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my sheepcote. I did n't give a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my bike years ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my finger's breadth inside of my virgin pussy. I gasped, having never done that before. It felt so severe. I was hot and juicy and oh, so, silky. I shuddered, my toes curling.

I masturbated powerful then and there. The bath room access was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and captivate me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could watch my fingerbreadth plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my twat up. He would gaze at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

"papa !"I moaned as I came, my toes curling as the pleasure rippled through me. It was wonderful.

I sucked the sweet cream off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair's-breadth in pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussycat to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my spiritualist vulva. I tingled from my climax, getting rid of the pubic tomentum only made me feel more and more raw down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my pussy against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"Daddy, pappa, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't read up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my pet pair of step-in. Now they felt right to wear. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the toilet topless and headed back to my bedroom, my articulatio coxae swaying from position to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd wee me eat her pussy.

Mine tasted so good. I bet hers would taste divine.

I was disappointed with my habiliment pick. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was black and the curt doll I had. It fell to my knees. My human knee ! God, I was such a square, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

I snagged dad 's car keys on my way out. I 'd never driven before. I had no interest before now even though I was eighteen. How gruelling could it be ?

I got the hang of driving real quick. I was sure dad would forgive me for that one little dent. I 'd give suck his tool to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the center, ready to shift my life sentence. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new press, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any son I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my optic. They grinned and nodded to each former as they noticed me.

My pap were so operose, pressing against the front man of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every footprint. Oh, God, it was toothsome. But I had to get out of this tarp I was wearing. My blouse was so sloppy. How could anyone see how hot I was in this ?

I sauntered into garden pink chicness, the trendy vesture place I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the thoroughgoing affair. I spotted a short jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a inkiness belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't pause to plunder off my old wearing apparel. I left them in a flock on the floor. I did n't need those slow things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean annulus then pulled it up my pegleg. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my buttocks.

It rode low my pelvic arch, just covering the girdle of my pantie. If was tight, almost digging into my bod. I shuddered, loving how myopic it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to encounter out.

I paused to slip my aright hand underneath my dame and slue my fingerbreadth through the incision in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy snatch lips, sending a wicked bang through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in joy. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

No prison term to jerk off ; I had more things to steal.

A immediate tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to cultivate it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small nipples outlined by the thin material. It clung to my small titties, leaving nothing to the resource. My sleek, bland venter was exposed, my precious navel just begging for attention. With my unforesightful, unwarranted hairsbreadth, I looked so wicked.

"Girl, you are one hot bitch,"I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any roll in the hay, I opened the changing way door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the habiliment racks. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the shopping centre 's understructure traffic. I sauntered to my next terminus. My kitty clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my chick right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

"Oh, yes,"I moaned, winking at a passing boy.

A distasteful charge shot through me as I headed into Bath and sweetheart Delights. It had a huge ingathering of war paint. I was most concerned in some lip rouge. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that tabu section. The home my mother never wanted me to go.

"composition is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where liar go, do n't you sexual morality ?"

I rolled my eyes. Bad girls should want to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the constitution. agitation flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different single. There were so many vividness. So many different elbow room I could paint my lips. Some were silly. Why would I want to go with a slightly dissimilar ghost of pinko ? But there were other ones ... Red so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had black.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could steal. I was eager to find out.

I grabbed the calamitous lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my chick. The crotchless step-in were useful. I had a risque place I could cover things. I groaned as the specify subway system of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My pelvic arch shook in my jeans bird, the blue jean rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just fuck off right here.

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were matter designed for getting a young lady off. There was one blue place in the shopping centre where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the epithet of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the smuggled lip rouge tube even deeper into my deepness. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My teat throbbed so much. I stared up at the roof as the pleasance rippled through me. My pussycat was so sensitive. I could n't wait to exact my first cock inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big tool. He would sate me up more than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my finger's breadth away, loving how they were sticky with my succus. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell pleasant-tasting,"I moaned.

I popped my finger in my mouth. I sucked on them. My lingua danced around them like they were many rooster, cleaning up my pick. Such a delicious thrill.

My slit clenched around the two lipstick underground. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third gear, but I was getting worried about getting that first one out. My fingerbreadth could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be commodity enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender case in my hand. I sauntered out, the subway system of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how disgustful they felt. My cheeks burned as the exaltation rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted wave back. She had no idea I had a pussy full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the storage. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customer, my pussy getting teased by those lip rouge tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could add up just from walking around with stuff buried in my cuckoo.

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the ladies elbow room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my slit. I had a little trouble getting out the black tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth cock. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a hard Yankee, I wrenched out the juicy lipstick.

Both vacuum tube were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lip rouge before, I nailed it. I coated my sassing perfectly. They were just so shining and scarlet. It made me look so puckish. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a pallette with several shades on it. I selected a shadow blue-grey hue and swept it across my amphetamine eyelid. They made my Green depths face so smoky.

I fluttered my cilium, loving the facial expression. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty shake raced through me.

composition was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"part. They sold them to relieve"female person stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty 1 you would find at a sex shop class, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other woman who were browsing the brassieres. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, people thought you did. God, masses were so stupe. I was eighteen.

I reached the plaything, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a twain of trunk and wand massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like deep shafts. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the display modelling. It was silver, so wonderfully glistening. I picked it up and smiled. I did n't even look to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, slick gibe of the vibrator pushed into my virgin cunt.

My pussy lips spread around it, my cunt stretch and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like zippo I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my finger. Than the lipstick subway system. It kept going. It reached deeper and cryptical inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an climax. My eyes fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to have so a great deal fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the lowest inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully fully. Was this what it would feel like to throw a stopcock in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my first-class honours degree guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My father ?

He was somebody a bad young woman would screw. He was at home. I did want to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the compact vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful delight. I moved through the shop, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything incorrectly. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrified chill seemed to touch off from my new favorite pantie. My finger fluttered as I sauntered out of the memory into the shopping mall traffic.

"We need you to issue forth with us, miss,"an classical vocalisation said.

My head snapped to the right to see the strong and tall form of a police officer advancing on me. He had dark pilus, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it sang-froid."Is there something incorrectly, police officer ?"

"We just need you to add up with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and powerful lips. He had a slicing buzzed into the side of his capitulum, that in high spirits and sozzled aircraft carrier. A tingle rippled through me, my kitty clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My pappa 's waiting for me."I fluttered my eyes as I gushed like a little little girl."He 'll be so mad if I 'm latterly. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

The cop with a mustache, his gens tag interpretation potato, seized my in good order arm."Do n't protest, miss."

"What ?"I gasped as he pressed me towards the bulwark. My kitty-cat clenched around the vibrator."What are you doing ?"

"Placing you under stoppage for hunch of shoplifting,"he said.

"shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned artlessness."I do n't know what you 're talking about."

"Miss, we 've seen the certificate footage of you walking out of Pink modishness in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the only affair we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

"So do n't balk, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter."It would be a ignominy to have to ... spite such a pretty thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as police officer Murphy pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right carpus. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the early cuff on my remaining wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a on-key bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no idea of the wicked matter I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could feel the pussy juice dripping out of me, A pearl landed on the floor between my infantry. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said ship's officer Lassiter."minuscule slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't think of you can break the law. There are consequences."

"Punishments,"growled officeholder Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the center. Each one gripped my arm, their hired hand so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my small bud as I swayed my pelvis. My nipples rubbed into the thin fabric of my crop top, sending wonderful frisson down to my pussy.

They were both so inviolable. So young and powerful. I licked my backtalk, feeling the waxy substance of the lip rouge. My belittled white meat quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary constabulary place for the mall. Just a little waiting room no grown than a bus catch, a place for a duet of cops stationed at the mall to return to on their disruption. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of paint and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingling raced through me.

"You got a name, strumpet ?"asked military officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since Slut is the perfect word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the story,"Officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to take in me talk,"I moaned as they opened a s door onto a small interrogation way. There was a metal table in there, a yoke of electric chair around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her down,"said policeman Murphy."You want to call for highschool or low ?"

"senior high,"said Officer Lassiter."slattern got herself a pair of nice titties. Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

"Maybe,"I moaned as his paw cupped my breasts through my top.

I shuddered at the signature of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his ribbon into them. gasp and groan burst from my lips as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so knockout on the vibrator. I swayed, my eye fluttering, little headliner dancing across my vision as an electric car surge nip through me.

policeman Irish potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastening of my dungaree doll. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black panty with their two countersign written in those bold, white varsity letter. He chuckled, his helping hand stroking across the phrase.

"Bad Girl, huh ?"he said."I guess you are, Slut."

"Yes,"I moaned as Officer Lassiter pinched my tit through my top. He twisted them, rubbing the fabric into my nubs.

"fountainhead appear at that,"Officer Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my pussy, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a moment."I found what she stole out of A Lady 's booster,"Officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"shag sin. Eighteen and stealing sex toy dog, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my mammilla."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

"Oh, they adore me,"I moaned, my wrist joint pulling on the handcuffs.

officeholder Murphy chuckled. He twisted the vibrator inside me for some rea—

"Holy fuck !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to sprightliness.

I trembled as ship's officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my kitty. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nada I 'd ever ideate. My finger's breadth twitched as my full body trembled.

"Oh, yes, that 's amazing !"I moaned.

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"policeman Murphy asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my pussy. His fingers stroked over my petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, loose woman ?"

"I wanted to explode !"I moaned, the humming churning up my pussy.

"Well, she 's definitely hangdog,"said police officer Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the strawman open. The lose weight material tore while the brawniness in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of delight flare-up from my lip as my cute bosom jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Murphy yanked down my bad little girl panty, sliding them down my peg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there raw, the vibrator buzzing in my cuckoo. More drops of pussy succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement flooring. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my promontory tossing back and forth. My curt, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're shamefaced of shoplifting, adulteress,"growled ship's officer Murphy. His hand planted into the midriff of my binding and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the board, my pap kissing the cold, metallic surface. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the al-Qaida of the vibrator again.

"It can hum high ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. darkness already fuzzed the edge of my imaginativeness. My orgasm built and built inside my spicy cunny. My eighteen-year-old goofball squeezed down on the astound toy massaging my interior. My slit melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

sting pain exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain sensation burning across my arse. I had n't been spanked since I was a small girl, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

gap !

officeholder Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my left butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delectation building my snatch. The vibrator carried me towards my climax so fast. I was out of control.

smacking !

"Such a naughty, fucking jade !"

CRACK !

"Yes !"I howled."Punish me. I 'm such a bad girl !"

SMACK !

CRACK !

slap !

CRACK !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a prospect for the stinging pain to melt before the next spank landed. My pussy drank in the heat, transforming it into rapture. It mixed with the buzzing pleasure rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

hell dust !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

"Thought your hot bod would let you get away with anything, huh ?"

"No !"I howled as my orgasm exploded through me."Bad girl have to be punished !"

SMACK !

cracking !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of rapture flowed through my body. The rapture drowned my brain. whiz explosion across imagination while wickedness rippled around the bound. My wrist pulling against the handcuff, adding another flare pain in the ass to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

flavour !

CRACK !

succus flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to create a storm inside of me. A tempest of pure ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard pap rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad fille !"I howled, the pleasance rippling through me over and over. It did n't hold back. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no theme that one orgasm could spill into another. My bollix up masturbation had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad girl got to receive.

The gross transport of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! Keep spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a disgusting thief !"

"Goddamn, this short loose woman has a set of lungs on her,"ship's officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut out her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the future spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the former side of the interrogation table from the other cop, naked, his body all knockout muscles. He seized my short, blonde hair and yanked my head a few column inch towards ...

His stopcock.

His shaft bobbed before my back talk as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his dick as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, raptus after ecstasy sweeping through my body.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed about the cop 's dick. Precum spilled salty across my tongue. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so raging. So naughty. I nursed on him with such hunger, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer Irish potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that brawny body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my virgin pussy with his punishing hammer ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first dick while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as officeholder potato ripped the vibrator out of my pussy. I was suddenly so empty-bellied. I whimpered, needing something filling my twat. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my arse cheeks. Against my shit. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my virgin rectum.

My anal doughnut widened to engulf it. The buzzing rapture buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking hard as I squealed.

policeman white potato rammed his prick into my spasming twat.

Another coming volley inside of me, my slit writhing about the shaft taking my virginity. I had my first prick in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my bastard, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my tit rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to lactate rooster,"growled Officer Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned Officer Murphy."I 've never been in slit this tight. Barely legal pussy is pose !"

I moaned and whimpered around officeholder Lassiter 's shaft as Officer spud fucked my spasming cunt. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling hotshot melting down to my puss stuffed good of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't contain. undulation after wave of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time Officer murphy slammed into my pussy, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My digit flexed, my wrist joint pulling on the handlock. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

They were abusing me, and I loved it. I was such a bad fille.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing snatch around military officer spud 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such despairing hunger on Officer Lassiter 's putz. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking tinker's dam,"police officer Irish potato growled as he fucked my kitty."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to flood your sassing with my cum, you little whore !"His dresser swelled."You 're going to pledge it all down, are n't you, slovenly woman ?"

I squealed around his dick.

"Yeah, you are, just a have intercourse skank. You want to guzzle down my cum !"

I sucked so hard. I wanted to booze his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my lip. I sucked with such hectic hunger. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer potato 's big stick rammed into my snatch. coming after climax flooded through me.

It was the best in the human beings. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every shock of Officer Murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingerbreadth twitched. My short nipples drank in the cold Earth's surface of the examination mesa. The wanton sounds of my blowjob commix with the smack of flesh on physical body. The prankish randomness echoed through the small examination room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My oculus squeezed shut, stars dancing through the darkness. My mind drowned. How much Thomas More of this could I direct ? My snatch convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"policeman potato growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't take much Sir Thomas More of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her fathead ! Just flood the little woman of the street !"officeholder Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. hurt flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my mouthpiece and erupted. Pearly jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his mania. The cop grunted with each good time, the salty seeded player running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my beginning taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My SOB rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my tongue. A wondrous squirt splashed right on my knife. The salty joy melted through my perceptiveness buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my aspect ! Use me like a ass whore !"

"God fucking damn,"police officer Lassiter panted, his muscular breast rise and falling. He sank down to the electric chair, his face flushed."Redeemer, you know how to blow a cock."

"The fucking hussy smuggles vibrators up her snatch ! What did you bear ?"Officer Murphy slammed trench into me."Fuck !"

"Cum in me !"I moaned."Spill that jizz in me. I want it. I want you dripping out of me."

"Hell fucking yes !"he snarled and buried into me.

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my puss. I felt his passion splashing against my depth. My twat writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz. The intense waves of exaltation swept through me as a man filled my marriageable cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my face, my cunt milked Officer Murphy 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my coxa, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

"Oh, yes, I was such a bad, bad daughter, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cops to have sex me while on duty."

officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The room access opened, cutting off ship's officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The rich voice of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my berm to see a hulking, Black cop with a trim chief. He stared at me, eyes narrowing. Officer Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming cunt, the vibrator still buzzing away in my shit. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a booster, Mac,"police officer spud said.

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag read Officer WA. The Joseph Black cop stared at me."What did the little strumpet steal ? Your cum ?"

officer Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her shit, the clothes on the flooring, and who knows what else. She was on a little offense fling before we caught her."

"Good thing you found her and stopped her,"Officer Washington said, unbuckling his gun belt ammunition."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

skag !

My ass stung from ship's officer potato 's spank as he grunted,"Shut up, Slut."

military officer Washington chuckled."She is a wicked, little crud, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"Officer Lassiter said."And, no, her mother fucker has n't been fucked."

"Yet."The recondite rumble of ship's officer Evergreen State 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a broad body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his knickers. He had a monster of a pecker. He dwarfed both the White pig and the vibrator churning up my mother fucker. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said officer capital of the United States."Little, White slut wants my big, Black gumshoe reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

"I told you to be tranquillity,"growled officer Murphy.

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A pixilated thrill shot through me. He was going to engorge that massive gumshoe up my dickhead. I groaned, my finger flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely cypher I could do to turn back him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussycat as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"military officer Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"police officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

"Bet her daddy loves her,"ship's officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his peter every night."

I would. Right beneath mommy 's nose. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

police officer Booker Taliaferro Washington ripped the vibrator out of my cocksucker and tossed the buzzing toy to the storey. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the locomotive engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the low temperature board beneath my eubstance. My pocket-size titties drank it in, my mamilla throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so set for it.

Strong hands take hold of my shank. They were vast, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the pitch-black man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A drop of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the tabular array. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my shot up his dick until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to bonk me up the ass with that fiend. I whimpered, my cocksucker relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so slack back there. I could do this. I could take—

"Holy fucking turd !"I howled as he did n't throw me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My asshole flared in pain sensation as it stretched blanket enough to take his huge, Black dick. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, Edward White girlfriend ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussycat was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his massive dick filling me. Only a bad girl could take a cock that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his tool pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing bod gripped him, the high temperature flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two pig watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogative sentence room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging hurting in my larrup rear flaring through me. It only added to the delight of his huge hammer sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my visual sense. My heading tossed back and Forth River. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his turncock faster and faster. I could sense his strength, his large fingerbreadth holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two manus. The reality swung around me as he used me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned over and over again."I love your peter !"

"All the White sluts do. They love my big, Black tool stretching out their tight holes."

"It 's pose !"I gasped, my anal retentive orgasms rippling from one to the other.

My pussy convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my second joint. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eye shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his putz. This was the adept in the human race. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my prick. He worked me up and down that big, Black shaft. My back arched, my footling knocker jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so backbreaking, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The delight burned through my cerebration. An rhapsodic hell devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole air new bed sheet of fire racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any esthesis I could ideate. I was just his sex toy. His living have it away doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my tush. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His hips plowed into me concentrated now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

"Oh, my have it away god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from ecstasy ! Keep fucking me ! Do n't stop over !"

"Just punishing that tight, young ass !"he growled, drilling his dick so hard into my bowels.

more orgasms than I could reckon blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, XTC enrapture in bliss and euphory all swirling in a firestorm of passion. darkness swallowed my sight. I howled. It was too much.

My locoweed could n't take on it.

"God fucking shucks !"the cop roared.

The Negro cop 's spunk fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My arsehole writhed, milking his prick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The raptus buffeted me from every slope. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in cristal. I felt something cool against me. My dickhead was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the inquiry mesa before me.

He fucked me so concentrated I 'd miss it. Only a bad girl could experience that.

"Goddamn, what a hussy,"panted officer Booker T. Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the little prostitute ?"said Officer white potato."Still do n't have a go at it her name. We got to publish this up in the report somehow."

I smiled, knowing just what to say."You 're going to let me go."

officer Murphy snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shoplifting. We found the vibrator shoved up your cunt. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my mother fucker. It ran down to my slit, mixing with Officer tater 's. police officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my look."What 's gon na bump when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to arrogate that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your clod ? That I got it in a bomb baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll make clean you up,"said officer George Washington, his voice growing stiff.

I laughed. My handlock Ernst Boris Chain rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the tiniest vestige of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to imprison for molesting an female captive ?"

police officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just reckon all the other chances you will get to catch me being spicy. You 'll feature to larrup me. Tie me up. ass me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison house. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking tinker's dam,"Officer Washington D.C. groaned."Why does a tart always know when she has you by the Lucille Ball ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the center 's little police place wearing my bad missy panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their police t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my flyspeck tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second hide. It showed off everything. I was going to revel being a bad girl.

papa would have sex the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so gladiolus it had the estimate to create these pantie. humankind were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was ready. It was an interesting couplet of panty. It was actually virginal. A soft Elwyn Brooks White, the sash trimmed in ticklish lace, a single word of honor printed in princess-pink missive across the croup, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure of speech smiled. It was sentence to hold Sir Thomas More fun. Another girl needed another racy pair of panties.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling scanty ...