Mind-Control Panties

Story five-spot : Bad Girl 's Sexy penalization

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its common place to send packing off a pair of its limited macrocosm.

The nondescript manikin slipped in through the crowds at the initiatory Baptists church service 's clothes drive. The form wove through the conservatively plume crowd of people dropping off apparel in loge, trash bags, and sometimes loose quite a little. The clause were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with to a lesser extent and in pauperism. The design was inspired to lead this dyad of panties here. It was the arrant place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A square black colouring, girdle trimmed in lace, and with one alone characteristic : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the prick in the step-in'gusset, allowing gamey approach to the pussy of the lucky girlfriend who donned them.

Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds was a trade good female child. The consummate one for the pantie emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold."Bad Girl"they read.

With a film of its wrist joint, the form dropped the panties into a mound of vesture. Soon a girl, eighteen, would get in to sort out them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

celibacy Reynolds, a sweet, blond girl with her hair falling in a long tress on her back, arrived to forgather up the next onus of dress to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and character. There were laundry basketball hoop waiting behind her, ready to encounter the vesture as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to assist her church provide for those with penury in her community. It made her experience fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, 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 naughtiest distich of panty she 'd ever seen in her biography. The eighteen-year-old fille shuddered, surprised by the liquid heating system bursting inside of her. The wanton mavin was something stranger to the good young woman. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her fingerbreadth through the slit in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent girl did n't empathise why somebody would do that. What 's the point of wearing scanty like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two words galvanized her mind. Chastity was a good girl. Yes, she 'd find in trouble, told a few story, tried to get out of eating her jet or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her for the first time step on that path as she balled up the step-in and shoved them into her skirt 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

brass combustion, she dove back into her sorting, hoping to blank out she 'd done anything so wicked.

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chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the pantie, my digit stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the article of clothing drive. I could n't trust I 'd done that. But those two actor's line, Bad miss, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. 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 don them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from dawn service. I had changed out of my pink apparel, standing only in my bra and step-in now. I wanted to put on some casual dress, to do my homework, and relax around the business firm before evening service. All I could imagine about during church service service was the step-in.

What would it be like to wear a yoke that did n't have a private parts ?

A shuddering, electric tingle raced on my finger's breadth demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small boob quivered in my lily-white bra. They were little A cups, not really needing the support, but a good charwoman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistcloth of my scanty and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the afters musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet high temperature that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't reckon of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my panty and set them with guardianship on my bed. I grabbed the black panties, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my finger's breadth. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the correct way. I stepped my redress leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my leave behind leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanizing tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came awake. A crackling sentiency surged up my branch and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my bra. I pulled the panties over my nates, the waistcloth riding low on my pelvic girdle. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic hair peeking through the scanty'slit.

That was n't right. What was the point of wearing panties like these if my pubic whisker peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad girl did n't need pubic hair. A bad girlfriend was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small titties did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

eroding only my bad daughter panties, I sauntered out of my sleeping accommodation. I yanked afford my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My pap were so knockout. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

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

"Chastity, honey,"Mom said a split second later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You proficient do your homework."

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's footfall pass. God, she was such a stuck up gripe. Homework ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so unmistakable and innocent. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a couplet of scissor hold. I unwound my braiding, my gold ringlet spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My whisker fell to the flooring, aureate fibril fluttering to their death. I cut my fuzz at the shoulder, creating something that was so ragged and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new lock dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would detest it. She thought women should consume long hair.

Not me.

I did n't care slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my tight pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a digit up and down my folding. I did n't have a Hymen. I 'd fracture that riding my bike years ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The john room access was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and enamor me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could watch my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my twat up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet-flavored ointment off my finger, loving the nip, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in pinko froth 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 snatch to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor batch across my raw vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hairsbreadth only made me find more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the spigot 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, daddy, yes !"I howled.

shame he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bathing tub, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt justly to get into. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the prick. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my rosehip swaying from slope to side. Why could n't daddy possess caught me ? Or even ma ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my clothing choice. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was black and the shortest doll I had. It fell to my knee. My human knee ! God, I was such a lame, boring squawk. 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 involvement before now even though I was eighteen. How hard could it be ?

I got the knack of driving veridical quick. I was sure enough pa would forgive me for that one little nick. I 'd suck his shaft to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, set to change my life. I needed make-up, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my mouth and letting them see the interest in my optic. They grinned and nodded to each early as they noticed me.

My nipples were so tough, pressing against the front of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every dance step. Oh, God, it was delightful. But I had to get out of this tarp I was wearing. My blouse was so baggy. How could anyone see how hot I was in this ?

I sauntered into garden pink Chic, the trendy article of clothing shoes I 'd always seen but never dared to record before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the gross thing. I spotted a short jean annulus, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no arm. I was a sizing 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't waffle to divest off my old clothes. I left them in a spate on the trading floor. I did n't need those boring thing any longer. I ripped the tags off my new blue jean skirt then pulled it up my peg. I shuddered as the dungaree rasped against my thighs. My cunt felt so excited, the air kissing my plane lips. I slid the jean annulus up and up over my rump.

It rode low my pelvic arch, just covering the waistcloth of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my physical body. I shuddered, loving how abruptly it was. If I bent over, boys would get a lilliputian peek at my step-in. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to luxate my right hand underneath my skirt and slide my dactyl through the scratch in my panty'gusset. I stroked my juicy cunt lips, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my finger out.

No time to masturbate ; I had more affair to steal.

A agile tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my oral sex. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my trunk. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small tit outlined by the thin material. It clung to my small titties, leaving zip to the vision. My streamlined, flat belly was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my short, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing elbow room threshold 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 moment, I was past the detector and out into the stream of the shopping mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my adjacent destination. My snatch clenched, a disgustful thrill racing through me. I shoved my paw beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my kitty-cat. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A prankish thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and lulu Delights. It had a huge collection of war paint. I was most interested in some lip rouge. I needed to do something about my pale, pink rim. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to foretell to the public just who I was. My regard fell towards that nix section. The lieu my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. upheaval flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the display, staring at all the dissimilar 1. There were so many colors. So many different way of life I could paint my lips. Some were ridiculous. Why would I want to go with a slightly different specter of pink ? But there were other ones ... bolshie so bright they practically screamed cocotte. Purples. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless pantie were utile. I had a naughty place I could cover things. I groaned as the narrow down pipe of lip rouge pressed against my virtuous slit lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and abstruse. I groaned, gamy wavelet tingling down to my toes. My pelvic girdle shook in my jeans chick, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

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

Grinning, I snagged up the heat Fruit Red, hating the name of the vividness but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the Shirley Temple Black lipstick subway system even deeper into my profoundness. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipple throbbed so very much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't expect to ask my foremost tool inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would fill me up more than these lipstick subway system. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were glutinous with my juices. I brought them to my olfactory organ, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my finger's breadth in my mouth. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many peter, cleaning up my cream. Such a delicious thrill.

My kitty clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting upset about getting that first one out. My fingers could only achieve so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be undecomposed enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye darkness, palming the slender case in my script. I sauntered out, the electron tube of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My cheeks burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her earpiece, a wave.

She gave a lukewarm wave back. She had no mind I had a pussy full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the second I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customers, my slit getting teased by those lipstick tube shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my cunt.

That was something I had to find out out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my cunt. I had a little trouble getting out the fateful tube, my fingerbreadth slipping on the still shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless pantie massaging my brass knuckles while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a laborious Yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the fatal into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my mouth perfectly. They were just so shiny and orange red. It made me look so implike. I opened the eye phantasm, seeing a palette with several tincture on it. I selected a dark bluish-grey hue and swept it across my speed palpebra. They made my special K astuteness look so smoky.

I fluttered my cilium, loving the look. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie workshop that had a"personal massager"department. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet natural selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly juicy ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely discover myself my first vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other womanhood who were browsing the bandeau. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, the great unwashed thought you did. God, hoi polloi were so pudding head. I was eighteen.

I reached the toys, smiling. My eye flicked up and down them. There were a duet of body and wand massagers, packaged to take care like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few admirer whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like duncish gibe. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the display mannequin. 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, pat shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin twat.

My pussy rim spread around it, my cunt stretching 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 nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so often thicker than my finger. Than the lipstick tube. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the sceptre of an orgasm. My eye fluttered, my breathing time quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the utmost inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to have a cock in me ? I could n't wait to obtain out. I could n't wait to have sex my number one guy. I did n't jazz who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad missy would screw. He was at home. I did involve to lay down up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a fantastic delight. I moved through the memory board, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything unseasonable. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These shiver raced through me, an wire thrill seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My finger fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the promenade traffic.

"We need you to follow with us, miss,"an authoritative voice said.

My head snapped to the rightfield to see the strong and tall grade of a constabulary officer advancing on me. He had moody hair, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His heart 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 cool down."Is there something wrong, officer ?"

"We just necessitate you to make out with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was marvellous and broad-shouldered, a Robert Brown goatee framing his thick and right mouth. He had a blow over buzzed into the side of his head, that gamy and tight flattop. A thrill rippled through me, my slit clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My papa 's waiting for me."I fluttered my center as I gushed like a fiddling young woman."He 'll be so mad if I 'm tardily. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

The cop with a mustache, his name tag reading spud, seized my right arm."Do n't resist, miss."

"What ?"I gasped as he pressed me towards the wall. My pussycat clenched around the vibrator."What are you doing ?"

"Placing you under stay for suspicion of shoplifting,"he said.

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink chicness in the skirt and top you stole off the single-foot. I bet that 's not the entirely thing we 're going to chance that you 've stolen."

"So do n't resist, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to give to ... hurt such a pretty thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as Officer potato pulled both my wrist joint behind my back. He held my hired man together while he pulled out his handcuff. I gasped as the kickoff turnup slapped on my right articulatio radiocarpea. I felt the stinging painful sensation and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my lead wrist, binding my men together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no idea of the wicked things 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 feet. My pick must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said Officer Lassiter."short slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. fountainhead, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can fracture the law. There are consequences."

"Punishments,"growled ship's officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two fuzz marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their manus so inviolable. I trembled between them, but not in veneration. My cunt only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My tit rubbed into the melt off material of my crop top, sending wondrous tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So young and powerful. I licked my backtalk, feeling the waxy substance of the lipstick. My pocket-size titty quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journeying ended at a diminished appurtenant constabulary post for the mall. Just a little wait elbow room no bigger than a bus stop, a property for a couple of cops stationed at the center to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding mobile phone in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of key fruit and unlocked the heavy room access. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked thrill raced through me.

"You got a public figure, slut ?"asked Officer Lassiter as he led me through."A existent one since trollop is the perfect Christian Bible for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real epithet for the report,"Officer Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just experience to induce me talk,"I moaned as they opened a second door onto a small interrogation room. There was a metal table in there, a pair of chairman around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"bettor pat her Down,"said policeman Irish potato."You want to acquire high or low ?"

"high gear,"said policeman Lassiter."Sluts got herself a pair of nice titties. Whitney Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the hint of a man on my knocker. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. Gasps and moans burst from my rim as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little adept dancing across my vision as an electric upsurge shot through me.

military officer Irish potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans skirt. With a tough yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black scanty with their two words written in those bold face, white varsity letter. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

"well look at that,"Officer tater said. He nudged the vibrator in my pussy, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a minute."I found what she stole out of A Lady 's Friend,"police officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"nookie hell on earth. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"policeman Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my mamilla."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

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

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my mammilla, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever imagine. My fingers twitched as my entire eubstance trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"military officer Murphy asked, his fingerbreadth sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my cunt. His fingers stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, hussy ?"

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

"Well, she 's definitely guilty,"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 hand cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The thinly fabric tore while the muscles in his weapon bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how solid he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of enrapture burst from my lips as my cute boob jiggled before me. Then I groaned as military officer spud yanked down my bad girl panty, sliding them down my leg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there raw, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More pearl of puss juices dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement flooring. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth River. My brusk, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shrinkage, strumpet,"growled military officer Murphy. His hand planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my mamilla kissing the cold, metal Earth's surface. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me palpate incredible. My fingers flexed, my articulatio radiocarpea pull at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz gamy ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The hum intensified. duskiness already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My climax built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my insides. My snatch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

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

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my left butt-cheek. That wondrous, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the joy building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my sexual climax so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

CRACK !

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

smacking !

CRACK !

SMACK !

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

fling !

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

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

flavour !

crack cocaine !

My snatch convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my dead body. The rapture drowned my mind. Stars burst across imagination while shadow rippled around the edges. My wrist pull against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain to the brawny spanks landing over and over on my gamy rump.

SMACK !

fissure !

Juices flowed hot, down my second joint, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to make a storm inside of me. A tempest of consummate raptus. It swept through me. Electrified me. My voiceless nipples rubbed against the cold sword of the examination table.

"I 'm a bad young woman !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't halt. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no idea that one coming could spill into another. My bumble onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad young lady got to see.

The unadulterated transport of being naughty.

SMACK !

gap !

"Oh my piece of ass God, yes ! go along spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a revolting stealer !"

"Goddamn, this little adulteress has a set of lungs on her,"Officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to close her up."

slap !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as police officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other English of the interrogation table from the other cop, naked, his body all hard muscleman. He seized my short, blond hair and yanked my head a few inch towards ...

His cock.

His shaft bobbed before my rima oris as it thrust before him. I opened full, swallowing his cock as the vibrator churning up my convulsing puss. My goose never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after exaltation sweeping through my organic structure.

I shuddered as the initiative ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. policeman tater was stripping naked now. He was exposing that brawny body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my Virgo pussy with his hard shaft ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first base shaft while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as Officer Murphy ripped the vibrator out of my slit. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my puss. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my bottom cheek. Against my motherfucker. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my Virgin rectum.

My anal retentive ring widened to engulf it. The seethe rapture buried into my bowels. A new cloud nine flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking intemperate as I squealed.

Officer Murphy rammed his hawkshaw into my spasming twat.

Another coming burst inside of me, my puss writhing about the prick taking my virginity. I had my first-class honours degree cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my heart shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my twat, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the dusty table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to fellate cock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned Officer potato."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal snatch is astonishing !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as military officer Murphy fucked my spasming pussy. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensory faculty melting down to my cunt stuffed full phase of the moon of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't lay off. waving after wave of delight rippled through me as the two fuzz punished me. Every prison term ship's officer Murphy slammed into my snatch, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My finger flexed, my wrists pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my marriageable body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my rosehip, stirring my convulsing bitch around officeholder potato '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 heroic hunger on policeman Lassiter 's cock. drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking red cent,"Officer potato growled as he fucked my pussycat."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing bitch ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to flood your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His chest swelled."You 're going to drink it all down, are n't you, Slut ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so hard. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety pulp while Officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my puss. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the Charles Herbert Best in the earthly concern. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impact of ship's officer potato 's private parts. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty twat. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little nipples drank in the cold aerofoil of the interrogation board. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the smacking of flesh on flesh. The wicked interference echoed through the small query room.

The bull grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both position. My eyes squeezed shut, wizard dancing through the shadow. My judgement drowned. How much more of this could I take ? My snatch convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"ship's officer Murphy growled."What a tight cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't take much more of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her twat ! Just flood the picayune whore !"officeholder Lassiter gripped my fuzz, pulling on it. Pain flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my oral cavity and erupted. Pearly jizz splashed across my expression. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his Passion of Christ. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty seed running down to my lips. My natural language flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My twat spasmed harder. My mother fucker rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my typeface. I opened my rima oris wide, thrusting out my tongue. A wonderful pip-squeak splashed right on my tongue. The salty delight melted through my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my look ! Use me like a fucking sporting lady !"

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his brawny chest of drawers rising and falling. He sank down to the president, his cheek flushed."the Nazarene, you know how to bobble a cock."

"The roll in the hay adulteress smuggles vibrators up her bitch ! What did you expect ?"Officer murphy slammed deep into me."piece of tail !"

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

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

His orchis smacked into my clit.

pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my puss. I felt his passion splashing against my astuteness. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after jet of jizz. The intense moving ridge of ecstasy swept through me as a man filled my nubile pussy with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my face, my cunt milked ship's officer tater 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my rosehip, 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 girl, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cops to fuck me while on duty."

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The deep vocalism of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, black cop with a shaved principal. He stared at me, optic narrowing. police officer Irish potato ripped his hawkshaw out of my spasming kitty, the vibrator still buzzing away in my asshole. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"officeholder Murphy said.

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

officeholder Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes on the base, and who knows what else. She was on a slight criminal offence spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

big H !

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

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

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

"Yet."The deep grumbling of Officer Washington 's password made my intestine clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a unsubtle body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a demon of a dick. He dwarfed both the flannel cops and the vibrator churning up my son of a bitch. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out out.

"looking at at her wiggle,"said ship's officer Washington."Little, E. B. White slut wants my big, lightlessness dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

flavour ! !

"I told you to be serenity,"growled policeman Murphy.

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A foul thrill shot through me. He was going to overindulge that massive dick up my prick. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussy as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"policeman Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"Officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

"Bet her daddy loves her,"policeman Murphy said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

I would. right beneath momma 's nuzzle. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

ship's officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the railway locomotive kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my humble one-half. My asshole clenched, my consistency shaking. I became so cognizant of the common cold board beneath my body. My small titties drank it in, my pap throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so make for it.

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

I whimpered.

He was really going to have a go at it me up the ass with that monster. I whimpered, my asshole relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so loose back there. I could do this. I could take—

"holy fucking shit !"I howled as he did n't shove me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My son of a bitch flared in pain as it stretched wide of the mark enough to take his huge, Joseph Black dick. He lanced so deeply in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my small titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White daughter ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and saliva falling to the board as I moaned. It was incredible. My twat was already spasming. Another climax rippled through me, my cocksucker celebrating his massive gumshoe filling me. Only a bad daughter 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 shank tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a bread and butter sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my motherfucker. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogative sentence elbow room, my love rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging annoyance in my spanked rump flaring through me. It only added to the delectation of his huge tool sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowel gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and Forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could feel his strong point, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waistline with his two manus. The domain swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the albumen sluts do. They love my big, Negro shaft stretching out their tight holes."

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

My cunt convulsed, juices 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 dickhead. I squeezed my eye shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his pecker. This was the best in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my whoreson. He worked me up and down that big, blackness beam. My back arched, my slight tits jiggling beneath me. My kitty-cat spasmed so hard, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The joy burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole transport new sheets of fervency racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck 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 bowel sliding up his peter as his munition held me loose now. It was like I was a lilt. His hips plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

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

"Just punishing that tight, Whitney Moore Young Jr. ass !"he growled, drilling his dick so hard into my bowels.

Sir Thomas More orgasms than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, ecstasy enrapture in bliss and euphory all swirling in a firestorm of passion. shadow swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't call for it.

"God fucking tinker's dam !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's spunk fired in my dickhead. 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 asshole writhed, milking his gumshoe as he grunted.

I swayed through the swarthiness. The rapture buffeted me from every side of meat. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something sang-froid against me. My mother fucker was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogative table before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted ship's officer capital of the United States."That was a physical exertion. Her ass was crocked than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the short bawd ?"said Officer tater."Still do n't get laid her epithet. We got to spell this up in the study somehow."

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

officer spud 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 SOB. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with Officer Murphy 's. military officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my case."What 's gon na chance when your Superior find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your musket ball ? That I got it in a Meleagris gallopavo baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said policeman Booker Taliaferro Washington, his voice growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff chains rattled."We both know that forensics will find out even the tiniest ghost of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to immure for molesting an female prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just ideate all the other probability you will get to trip up me being naughty. You 'll have to paddle me. Tie me up. fuck me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison house. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking damn,"military officer Washington groaned."Why does a prostitute always know when she has you by the musket ball ?"

I winked at him.

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

dad would love the new me. And so would all the former boys.

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a superb success. It was so glad it had the estimation to produce these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its unexampled creation was ready. It was an occupy dyad of panty. It was actually pair of virginals. A sonant white, the girdle trimmed in touchy lace, a single word printed in princess-pink alphabetic character across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The number smiled. It was clock time to possess Sir Thomas More fun. Another girl needed another naughty pair of panties.

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