Mind-Control scanty

floor V : Bad young lady 's Sexy penalty

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its usual stead to devolve off a brace of its special creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the First Baptists Christian church 's clothes drive. The physique wove through the conservatively dressed to the nines gang of people dropping off clothes in box seat, wish-wash bagful, and sometimes informal piles. The articles were dumped onto board to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The digit was inspired to leave this pair of scanty here. It was the perfect plaza for them.

They were muted compared to the hold out few it had made. A solid melanise colouring material, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature of speech : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the pussy in the panties'gusset, allowing naughty access to the slit of the lucky daughter who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a commodity lady friend. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized varsity letter, each one white and bold."Bad female child"they read.

With a picture show of its wrist, the material body dropped the panties into a pile of clothing. Soon a girl, 18, would go far to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blonde lady friend with her haircloth falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to gather up the next load of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and character. There were laundry basket waiting behind her, ready to welcome the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting post, eager to aid her church provide for those with pauperism in her community. It made her feel carry through. It gave the miss such a chill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the matter that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in plurality, that was delicately. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric car tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest pair of scanty she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old fille shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton genius was something alien to the good girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her digit through the dent in the private parts. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent young lady did n't interpret why someone would do that. What 's the stop of wearing panty like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the words printed in those bold, all-capitalized letters."Bad young lady,"she breathed, reading the phrasal idiom."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her mind. virtue was a honorable girl. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few taradiddle, tried to get out of eating her Green River or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

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

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

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Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the step-in, my finger's breadth stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing campaign. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad lady friend, just electrified me. They were so taunt. So at betting odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't need to outwear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the estrus rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from morning divine service. I had changed out of my pink clothes, standing only in my bra and panty now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and make relaxed around the house before evening servicing. All I could imagine about during church serve was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a pair that did n't sustain a genitals ?

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

impudence burning, I set the step-in down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my white bra. They were footling A cups, not really needing the support, but a good woman wore her bandeau. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my rose hip. I was shocked by the mellisonant musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the odour was coming from the wet rut that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad daughter had pussies.

Was I a bad daughter now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with tutelage on my bed. I grabbed the disgraceful panties, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the duad in my suitcase until they were facing the veracious way. I stepped my right wing leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my entrust leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanising tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alert. A crackling adept surged up my legs and reached my kitty-cat, increasing the molten heating plant. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked champion rippled out of me.

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

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

I had some dressing to do.

Wearing only my bad girl panty, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked unresolved my threshold, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my marriageable coxa I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my house breasts jiggling before me. My nipple were so hard. 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 toilet and closed the door behind me.

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

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom 's footsteps passing play. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. preparation ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My side was so quetch and impeccant. 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 scissors grip. I unwound my braid, my favorable lock spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

snipping. snippet. Snip.

My hair fell to the floor, golden strands fluttering to their expiry. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so scold and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new lock dancing about my impish grimace. I loved it. I pursed my sass, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought fair sex should have long hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the pantie, 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 English of the tub, feeling my tight pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a digit up and down my folds. I did n't have a hymen. I 'd break in that riding my wheel twelvemonth ago.

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

I masturbated aright then and there. The john door was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and charm 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 goofball up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a skanky 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 cream off my finger's breadth, loving the smack, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair 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 pussy to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor passel across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic whisker only made me feel more and more sore down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the froth, I almost came again. It was so vivid. I held my pussy against the menses of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"Daddy, papa, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't present up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite pair of step-in. Now they felt redress to wear. I could palpate the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my coxa swaying from side of meat to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd piss me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my vesture option. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was grim and the shortest skirt I had. It fell to my knees. My knees ! God, I was such a lame, boring beef. 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 hard could it be ?

I got the hang of driving existent quick. I was sure as shooting daddy would forgive me for that one piffling dent. I 'd suck his cock to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the shopping center, ready to switch my living. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new closet, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my back talk and letting them see the involvement in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each early as they noticed me.

My tit were so tough, pressing against the front of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every gradation. Oh, God, it was yummy. 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 pink Chic, the trendy article of clothing office I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My oculus flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short jean skirt, the textile looking like it would hug me nasty. I snagged it off the single-foot, and then I noticed a blackened belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the sizing 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to leach off my old clothes. I left them in a nap on the floor. I did n't need those boring thing any longer. I ripped the shred off my new dungaree skirt then pulled it up my stage. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thigh. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shave lips. I slid the denim skirt up and up over my rump.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my shape. I shuddered, loving how curtly it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peep at my panties. Would they notice there was no crotch ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my right handwriting underneath my wench and slither my digits through the scratch in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussycat backtalk, sending a yucky thrill through me. My naked white meat jiggled. I pinched a mamilla, oohing in joy. I shuddered and then pulled my finger's breadth out.

No time to jack off ; I had more affair to steal.

A agile tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head teacher. I had to work it down, the material molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding titty, my modest nipples outlined by the thin cloth. It clung to my humble titties, leaving null to the imaging. My silklike, vapid stomach was exposed, my cute belly button just begging for attention. With my short, wild whisker, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the wearable stand. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my next destination. My kitty-cat clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand 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 departure boy.

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into bath and stunner joy. It had a huge aggregation of makeup. I was most interested 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 human race just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden segment. The station my mother never wanted me to go.

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

I rolled my oculus. Bad girls should require to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. hullabaloo flooded through me. I was just so tidal bore for this. I reached the display, staring at all the unlike ones. There were so many colors. So many unlike mode I could paint my sass. Some were ridiculous. Why would I desire to go with a slightly different shade of pinko ? But there were other one ... Reds so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had opprobrious.

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

I grabbed the shameful lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my annulus. The crotchless panties were utilitarian. I had a juicy place I could shroud things. I groaned as the pin down tube-shaped structure of lip rouge pressed against my virginal kitty lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, juicy riffle tingling down to my toes. My rosehip shook in my jeans annulus, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just she-bop right-hand here.

Masturbate ... It felt dainty having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were affair designed for getting a girl off. There was one naughty post in the shopping center where I could get one.

smiling, I snagged up the heat fruit Red, hating the name of the semblance but it was so cherry. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My mammilla quivered in my belly shirt. My tit throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the delight rippled through me. My kitty was so medium. I could n't wait to take aim my firstly cock interior of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big prick. He would fill me up Thomas More than these lip rouge pipe. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were sticky with my succus. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many stopcock, cleaning up my cream. Such a delicious thrill.

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting worried about getting that showtime one out. My finger could only get to so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye vestige, palming the slender compositor's case in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how severe they felt. My face burned as the raptus rippled through me. I gave the salesclerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her headphone, a wave.

She gave a lukewarm Wave back. She had no idea I had a slit replete of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the mo I was out of the storage. I strutted into the period of the promenade 's client, my cunt getting teased by those lip rouge tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could amount just from walking around with stuff buried in my cuckoo.

That was something I had to see out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both tubes of lip rouge from my pussy. I had a piffling trouble getting out the black tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth calamus. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knucks while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a hard yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both pipe were soaked in my juice. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my sass perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me look so disgusting. I opened the eye shadower, seeing a palette with several refinement on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper berth eyelid. They made my green depths face so smoky.

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

physical composition was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to relieve"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discerning survival of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ace you would find at a sex workshop, but I could definitely feel myself my first vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few early women who were browsing the bandeau. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, people thought you did. God, people were so pudden-head. I was eighteen.

I reached the toys, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couple 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 friends whose mothers had those. On the bottom of the inning shelf were the straight sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shaft of light. A heavy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the exhibit manakin. 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 midst, slick shaft of the vibrator pushed into my Virgo the Virgin puss.

My pussy lip 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 puss. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingerbreadth. Than the lipstick thermionic valve. It kept going. It reached deeper and bass inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my breath quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the cobbler's last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to have a tool in me ? I could n't hold off to see out. I could n't hold off to fuck my inaugural guy. I did n't acknowledge who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad girl would screw. He was at home. I did need to give up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every gradation a grand delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrify boot seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My digit fluttered as I sauntered out of the memory into the mall traffic.

"We need you to come with us, miss,"an classic voice said.

My school principal snapped to the right to see the strong and improbable word form of a patrol military officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a thick-skulled moustache 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 coolheaded."Is there something improper, Officer ?"

"We just necessitate you to come with us, miss,"a arcsecond cop said. He was tall and big-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and sinewy mouth. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his forefront, that high school and tight flattop. A shiver rippled through me, my kitty clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My pa 's waiting for me."I fluttered my centre as I gushed like a little female child."He 'll be so mad if I 'm former. I ca n't serve you. Sorry."

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

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

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

"shrinkage ?"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 garden pink chic in the skirt and top you stole off the wheel. I bet that 's not the only matter we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked shudder ran through me as officeholder Murphy pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my mitt together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right radiocarpal joint. I felt the stinging annoyance and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the former cuff on my left radiocarpal joint, binding my manpower together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no musical theme of the revolting things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could feel the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the base between my understructure. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said officeholder Lassiter."Little 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 mean you can die 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 cops marched me through the center. Each one gripped my arm, their paw so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussycat only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my niggling bud as I swayed my pelvic arch. My tit rubbed into the thin cloth of my crop top, sending rattling tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So young and knock-down. I licked my sassing, feeling the waxy subject matter of the lipstick. My small knocker quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journeying ended at a small ancillary police station for the mall. Just a little wait room no larger than a bus period, a place for a couple of cop stationed at the mall to return to on their gaolbreak. It probably had a holding cellular telephone in there. I shuddered as Officer murphy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the arduous door. It creaked spread, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a loathsome tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, fornicatress ?"asked ship's officer Lassiter as he led me through."A tangible one since Slut is the stark intelligence for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

"Then you 'll just ingest to do me verbalise,"I moaned as they opened a s door onto a small interrogation room. There was a metal board in there, a pair of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"better pat her down feather,"said ship's officer white potato."You want to take senior high school or low ?"

"High,"said ship's officer Lassiter."trollop got herself a brace of nice titties. Pres 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 touch of a man on my knocker. My teat throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. gasp and moans burst from my lip as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so knockout on the vibrator. I swayed, my center fluttering, little superstar dancing across my sight as an electric surge barb through me.

military officer spud knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the holdfast of my jean wench. With a concentrated Yankee, he ripped it down. He exposed my grim panties with their two countersign written in those bold, E. B. White letters. He chuckled, his handwriting stroking across the phrase.

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

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

"fountainhead look at that,"Officer potato said. He nudged the vibrator in my snatch, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a moment."I found what she stole out of A noblewoman 's acquaintance,"Officer murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"fucking hell. Eighteen and stealing sex plaything, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my pap."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

"Oh, they adore me,"I moaned, my wrists 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 lifetime.

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible cloud nine surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever imagine. My digit twitched as my total trunk trembled.

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

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

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

"Well, she 's definitely guilty,"said Officer Lassiter."Let 's get off all the stolen clothes."

I gasped as he did n't hire off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front surface. The dilute textile tore while the muscles in his weapons system bulged. My puss clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How potent. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight volley from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as ship's officer Murphy yanked down my bad missy scanty, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More drop cloth of pussy succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth River. My shortstop, untamed whisker swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're hangdog of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer spud. His hired man planted into the midriff of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the mesa, my mammilla kissing the common cold, metal airfoil. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me find unbelievable. My fingers flexed, my radiocarpal joint pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. iniquity already fuzzed the sharpness of my visual sense. My orgasm built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my inside. My snatch melted around it. I was—

flavor !

Stinging bother exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing raptus. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a slight young woman, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his broad deal on my pull up stakes butt-cheek. That howling, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delight building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my climax so fast. I was out of control.

nip !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

shot !

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

scag !

CRACK !

smack !

fling !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a fortune for the stinging pain to pass off before the future spank landed. My pussy drank in the oestrus, transforming it into raptus. It unify with the buzzing delight rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

SMACK !

"Filthy jade !"

scissure !

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

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

relish !

CRACK !

My pussycat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of walking on air flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of transport flowed through my body. The rapture drowned my mind. Stars burst across vision while darkness rippled around the edge. My wrist joint pulling against the handlock, adding another flare pass pain to the knock-down spanks landing over and over on my gamey rump.

flavour !

wisecrack !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that merge with stinging pain, the two swirling together to create a storm interior of me. A tempest of gross ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard pap rubbed against the frigidity brand of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad girl !"I howled, the joy rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no musical theme that one sexual climax could shed into another. My muck up masturbation had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad girl got to experience.

The pure rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! continue spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalize me ! I stole ! I 'm a repelling thief !"

"Goddamn, this little slattern has a set of lungs on her,"police officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the following spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the interrogative sentence board from the other cop, naked, his consistence all hard muscles. He seized my abruptly, blonde hair and yanked my head a few column inch towards ...

His peter.

His peter bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My zany never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after XTC sweeping through my consistence.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer spud was stripping naked now. He was exposing that sinewy body of his. I just knew it. Would he know my virgin pussy with his toilsome stopcock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first dick while I sucked on another rooster ?

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

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

policeman tater rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my first pecker in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky chassis as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my arse, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my mammilla rubbing on the moth-eaten table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to suck cock,"growled police officer Lassiter.

"You should try her kitty-cat !"groaned Officer Murphy."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely effectual twat is amazing !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's gumshoe as Officer Murphy fucked my spasming pussy. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my puss stuffed full-of-the-moon of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. Wave after waving of delight rippled through me as the two fuzz punished me. Every fourth dimension officeholder Irish potato slammed into my puss, his genitals smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingerbreadth flexed, my wrist pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around policeman spud 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my bitch. I wanted to palpate that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate thirst on Officer Lassiter 's dick. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking hoot,"officeholder Murphy growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing bitch ! You get fucked !"

"I 'm going to glut your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His dresser 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 intemperately. I wanted to imbibe his cum. I wanted to sense it spurting into my oral cavity. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety frame while policeman potato 's big joint rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the expert in the world. Sex was awful. My ass burned with every encroachment of ship's officer tater 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my juicy cunt. I squealed, the handlock rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little teat drank in the insensate surface of the interrogative sentence table. The wanton sounds of my cock sucking mixed with the smack of figure on build. The disgusting racket echoed through the small interrogation room.

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

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

"screwing cum in her fathead ! Just flood the piddling tart !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. trouble irrupt in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my mouth and erupted. chopper jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty seed running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first sense of taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussycat spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my typeface. I opened my back talk wide, thrusting out my glossa. A wonderful squirt splashed right on my tongue. The salty pleasure melted through my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my case ! Use me like a roll in the hay whore !"

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest ascent and falling. He sank down to the president, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to ball up a cock."

"The piece of tail slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you anticipate ?"Officer white potato slammed cryptical into me."shag !"

"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 ball smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his rage splashing against my astuteness. My kitty-cat writhed about him as he unloaded squirt after jet of jizz. The acute waves of Adam swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my face, my slit milked ship's officer Murphy 's gumshoe dry. His handwriting squeezed my pelvis, 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 room access opened, cutting off police officer Murphy.

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

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved capitulum. He stared at me, optic narrowing. Officer Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy, the vibrator still buzzing away in my prick. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

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

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his gens tag translate military officer Washington. The Black cop stared at me."What did the little hussy steal ? Your cum ?"

police officer potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the wearing apparel on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a slight crime spree before we caught her."

"goodness thing you found her and stopped her,"Officer capital of the United States said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her prick ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

police officer President Washington chuckled."She is a wicked, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deep rumble of officer Washington 's words made my intestine 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 soot black skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pant. He had a devil of a dick. He dwarfed both the White copper and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to regain out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said ship's officer Booker Taliaferro Washington."Little, White slut wants my big, Black dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

"I told you to be calm down,"growled officer Murphy.

I shuddered as the lightlessness cop moved closer. A loathsome kick shot through me. He was going to englut that monolithic dick up my cocksucker. 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 snatch as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is tidal bore for it,"Officer Washington growled.

"What you expect ?"ship's officer Lassiter asked. Then he chuckled.

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

I would. Right beneath mammy 's scent. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

officeholder Washington ripped the vibrator out of my dickhead and tossed the buzzing toy to the trading floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the locomotive kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sense impression in my let down half. My dickhead clenched, my body shaking. I became so cognizant of the coldness table beneath my physical structure. My humble titties drank it in, my teat throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so prepare for it.

Strong hands grabbed my shank. They were Brobdingnagian, 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 chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my crack up his pecker until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

"Holy fucking shit !"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 as it stretched full enough to take his huge, Black pecker. He lanced so thick in me. My intestine clung to him, this burning passion rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little tit jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spit falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My kitty-cat was already spasming. Another climax rippled through me, my dickhead celebrating his massive putz filling me. Only a bad fille could pick out a cock that immense 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 support sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing material body gripped him, the heating flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the former two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the inquiry elbow room, my mania rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my imaginativeness. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his hammer faster and faster. I could feel his forte, his large finger's breadth holding me. He practically encircled my shank with his two hands. The populace swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White sluts do. They love my big, Black person dick stretching out their mean holes."

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

My twat convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thigh. My handlock rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my shit. I squeezed my heart shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his cock. 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 shaft. My back arched, my slight teat jiggling beneath me. My kitty spasmed so hard, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my intellection. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole direct new sheets of flak racing through me. I burned. transport 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 rump. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a lilt. His pelvis plowed into me severely now. He pounded my bunghole 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, Brigham Young ass !"he growled, drilling his tool so hard into my bowels.

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

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking shit !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's touchwood fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the sharpness 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 dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The exaltation buffeted me from every English. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in exaltation. I felt something cool against me. My asshole was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the inquiry tabular array before me.

He fucked me so grueling I 'd suffer it. Only a bad miss could have that.

"Goddamn, what a slovenly woman,"panted policeman Washington D.C.."That was a workout. Her ass was pie-eyed than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the lilliputian whore ?"said Officer Murphy."Still do n't sleep with her public figure. We got to write 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 shrinkage. We found the vibrator shoved up your cunt. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So a great deal of Officer WA 's cum leaked out of my arse. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with Officer Murphy 's. policeman Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na come about when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to claim that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your balls ? That I got it in a turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said Officer President Washington, his vocalism growing stiff.

I laughed. My cuff chemical chain rattled."We both know that forensics will recover even the bantam trace of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to jail for molesting an female captive ?"

officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just suppose all the former chance you will get to grab me being juicy. You 'll sustain to spank me. Tie me up. nooky me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison house. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking shit,"Officer American capital groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't prospicient before I was sauntering out of the plaza 's belittled police post wearing my bad fille panty, the vibrator shoved back up inside my puss. I wore one of their police T-shirt, feeling naughty that I had their section logo printed across my bantam breast. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to savor being a bad girl.

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

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so glad it had the idea to create these pantie. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its new creation was ready. It was an interesting pair of pantie. It was actually virginal. A gentle Patrick Victor Martindale White, the waistband trimmed in delicate lace, a single word printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was prison term to deliver more than fun. Another missy needed another gamy pair of panties.

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