Mind-Control scanty

storey Five : Bad fille 's Sexy punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

banker's bill : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The figure of speech was n't at its usual office to drop off a pair of its special creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the maiden Baptist Christian church 's clothes drive. The physique wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off clothes in boxes, trash base, and sometimes loose cumulus. The article were dumped onto tabular array to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The figure was inspired to leave this pair of panties here. It was the utter space for them.

They were muted compared to the conclusion few it had made. A self-coloured black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unequalled feature : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the incision in the panties'gusset plate, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the lucky young woman who donned them.

sexual morality Reynolds was a upright girl. The perfect one for the scanty emblazoned with the all-capitalized alphabetic character, each one Andrew D. White and bold."Bad Girl"they read.

With a flick of its wrist joint, the chassis dropped the panties into a nap of clothing. Soon a miss, XVIII, would come to sort out them. By then, the digit would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blond female child with her hairsbreadth falling in a foresighted braid on her back, arrived to cumulate up the next cargo of dress to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizing and eccentric. There were laundry basket waiting behind her, ready to meet the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her consignment on her sorting station, eager to serve her church provide for those with want in her biotic community. It made her feel fulfill. It gave the little 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 fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric quiver raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest couple of panties she 'd ever seen in her life history. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquidity heating system bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something alien to the sound female child. 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 devoid female child did n't understand why someone would do that. What 's the gunpoint of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the actor's line printed in those boldface, all-capitalized letter of the alphabet."Bad Girl,"she breathed, reading the set phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her thinker. Chastity was a respectable girl. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her preparation, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first base whole step on that path as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her chick 's air hole. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the Christian church 's wearable drive.

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

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chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingers stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the vesture drive. I could n't consider I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad girlfriend, just electrified me. They were so bait. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't slip. A Christian should n't want to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was William Ashley Sunday, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some fooling clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening religious service. All I could think about during church service was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a pair that did n't have a fork ?

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

Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My minor bosom quivered in my Theodore Harold White bra. They were little A cupful, not really needing the funding, but a skilful woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the cincture of my pantie and rolled them off my pelvis. I was shocked by the odoriferous musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet oestrus that had engulfed my snatch. I should n't intend 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 pantie and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black step-in, the lacing trim of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the pair in my adhesive friction until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alert. A crackling sensation surged up my leg and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heating. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my rear, the cincture riding low on my hips. My Virgo the Virgin sex clenched as a wicked sentience rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blond pubic pilus peeking through the panties'slit.

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

I had some dressing to do.

eating away only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my room access, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my marriageable hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so difficult. I tweaked them. Right there in the hall, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the threshold behind me.

"Chastity, honey,"Mom said a New York minute later,"I 'm going out for a jog. You skilful do your homework."

I rolled my middle as I heard mom 's footstep pass. God, she was such a stuck up beef. prep ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and innocent. And what was up with this gold 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 prosperous whorl spilling around me. And then I took the scissor grip to them.

clipping. snippet. Snip.

My hair's-breadth fell to the flooring, golden chain fluttering to their death. I cut my pilus at the shoulder, creating something that was so tease and furious. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my wicked boldness. I loved it. I pursed my mouth, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought cleaning lady should have foresighted hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the garden pink froth and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my pegleg over the sides of the tub, feeling my soused pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my flock. I did n't have a Hymen. I 'd broken that riding my wheel class ago.

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

I masturbated right field then and there. The john door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch 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 slit up. He would gaze at me with such a wanton lecherousness and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet cream off my fingers, loving the smack, and set to work. I coated my pubic haircloth in pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad lady friend did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor mess across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me sense 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.

Pity he did n't exhibit up.

Dry and out of the tub, I pulled on my dearie duad of panties. Now they felt the right way to put on. I could find the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the snatch. I felt so repellant as I strolled out of the lavatory topless and headed back to my bedroom, my coxa swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even ma ? Maybe she 'd piddle me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my clothing options. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was Negro and the myopic bird I had. It fell to my knees. My knee joint ! God, I was such a lame, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

I snagged dad 's car tonality 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 really quick. I was for sure daddy would forgive me for that one fiddling incision. I 'd nurse his cock to urinate it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the center, fix to vary my life. I needed makeup, 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 rim and letting them see the interest in my center. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

My mamilla were so severe, pressing against the social movement of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every step. Oh, God, it was delicious. 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 Pink swank, the trendy article of clothing home I 'd always seen but never dared to go in before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a poor jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me crocked. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a sizing 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 loot off my old dress. I left them in a cumulus on the trading floor. I did n't demand those boring things any longer. I ripped the tag end off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my leg. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my second joint. My kitty-cat felt so turn on, the air kissing my shaved sass. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my rump.

It rode low my hips, just covering the girdle of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, son 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 mistake my compensate hand underneath my annulus and skid my digits through the slit in my step-in'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy lips, sending a loathly flush through me. My au naturel breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my finger out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding titty, my diminished mamilla outlined by the tenuous stuff. It clung to my small-scale titties, leaving nothing to the vision. My sleek, flatbed stomach was exposed, my cute belly button just begging for aid. With my unforesightful, waste hair, I looked so wicked.

"female child, you are one hot squawk,"I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing room room access and sauntered out like I owned these apparel. I threaded my way through the memory, navigating the habiliment racks. I did n't even peek 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 finish. My kitty clenched, a implike thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my annulus right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A loathly boot shot through me as I headed into Bath and dish delight. It had a huge appeal of makeup. I was most concerned in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vivacious shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden section. The station my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the constitution. exhilaration flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many different shipway I could paint my lips. Some were poor. Why would I want to go with a slightly different tincture of pinko ? But there were former ones ... Reds so bright they practically screamed tart. purple. They even had calamitous.

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

I grabbed the dark lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless step-in were utile. I had a naughty spot I could hide things. I groaned as the specify underground of lip rouge pressed against my Virgo the Virgin purulent rim. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and mysterious. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my dungaree bird, the blue jean rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt overnice having the tubing of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a miss off. There was one naughty place in the mall where I could get one.

grin, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the epithet of the coloring but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my astuteness. My back arched. My mamilla quivered in my belly shirt. My teat throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't look to take my first cock interior of me.

Maybe I should let daddy bonk me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would fill me up more than than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were sticky with my juice. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my confection 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 pecker, cleaning up my ointment. Such a delicious thrill.

My kitty-cat clenched around the two lipstick tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a tierce, but I was getting worry about getting that commencement one out. My fingers could only pass on 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 shadow, palming the slender case in my handwriting. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how mischievous they felt. My impertinence burned as the ecstasy rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a tepid wave back. She had no idea I had a pussy good of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the depot. I strutted into the menses of the shopping center 's customer, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick thermionic vacuum tube shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to determine out next.

I ducked into the madam room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussy. I had a little bother getting out the bleak tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth scape. I shuddered and groaned, the lacing of the crotchless step-in massaging my metacarpophalangeal joint while I stimulated my hot flesh. My button ached and throbbed. With a hard Northerner, I wrenched out the risque lipstick.

Both metro were soaked in my succus. 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 rim perfectly. They were just so brilliant and scarlet. It made me look so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a obscure bluish-gray hue and swept it across my speed eyelids. They made my green depths facial expression so smoky.

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

make-up was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"surgical incision. They sold them to relieve"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty one you would get at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my kickoff vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other cleaning lady who were browsing the brassiere. I drifted towards the"massagers,"not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, people thought you did. God, the great unwashed were so dazed. I was eighteen.

I reached the toys, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a mates of dead body and wand massagers, packaged to expect like traditional therapy point instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose mothers had those. On the bottom ledge were the true sex miniature. The vibrators that were shaped like thick scape. A fleshy dildo made me smiling.

I groaned when I saw the presentation fashion model. It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. I picked it up and smiled. I did n't even appear to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, silky pecker of the vibrator pushed into my virgin fathead.

My pussy lips spread around it, my snatch stretch and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my twat. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so practically thicker than my digit. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deep inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the threshold of an orgasm. My centre fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the lastly inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully fully. Was this what it would feel like to have a hammer in me ? I could n't await to get out. I could n't wait to fuck my number 1 guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My begetter ?

He was someone a bad girl would screw. He was at home. I did need to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the compact vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every stone's throw a marvelous delight. I moved through the computer storage, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything amiss. Nope. Just brush off me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my twat. These tingles raced through me, an electrify thrill seemed to activate from my new ducky pantie. My digit fluttered as I sauntered out of the computer storage into the shopping mall traffic.

"We need you to arrive with us, miss,"an authorised voice said.

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

"Oh,"I said, playing it cool."Is there something wrong, ship's officer ?"

"We just need you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and powerful lips. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his fountainhead, that high and tight flattop. A quiver rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

"young lady, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the lone thing we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

"So do n't resist, miss,"said the officeholder with a goatee. His gens tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to have got to ... wound such a pretty thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as Officer potato pulled both my wrist joint behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his manacle. I gasped as the starting time handcuff slapped on my right wrist. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the early manacle on my left wrist, binding my manpower together.

I trembled, arrested like a unfeigned bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no estimation of the loathly things I 've done,"I purred in the sexy voice I could. I could feel the kitty-cat succus dripping out of me, A drop cloth landed on the flooring between my infantry. My emollient must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said officeholder Lassiter."Little strumpet 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 break the law. There are consequences."

"penalization,"growled 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 helping hand so firm. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My puss only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless pantie brushing my little bud as I swayed my coxa. My mamilla rubbed into the thin fabric of my harvest top, sending wondrous tingles down to my pussy.

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

Our journeying ended at a lowly adjunct police place for the shopping mall. Just a little waiting way no larger than a bus stop, a situation for a mates of pig stationed at the shopping center to retrovert to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of winder and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a disgusting tingle raced through me.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

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

"bettor pat her pile,"said military officer Murphy."You want to conduct high or low ?"

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."trollop got herself a pair of nice knocker. 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 skin senses of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his medallion into them. Gasps and moan burst from my sassing as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, slight virtuoso dancing across my visual modality as an electric surge barb through me.

Officer Irish potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fixing of my jeans skirt. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my calamitous panties with their two intelligence written in those bold, ovalbumin letters. He chuckled, his hired hand stroking across the phrase.

"Bad little girl, 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 depend at that,"officer potato said. He nudged the vibrator in my pussy, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a here and now."I found what she stole out of A Lady 's Friend,"Officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

"fucking snake pit. 18 and stealing sex toy dog, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my tit."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

Officer tater chuckled. He twisted the vibrator inside me for some rea—

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

I trembled as military officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this unbelievable bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like goose egg I 'd ever imagine. My finger twitched as my intact consistence trembled.

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

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

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

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

I gasped as he did n't fill off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the social movement open. The cut fabric tore while the muscleman in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how incapacitated I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of enchant fit from my lips as my cute titty jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer potato yanked down my bad young woman panties, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there bare, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. More drops of slit juices dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cementum flooring. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth River. My short, untamed hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, hussy,"growled Officer spud. His hand planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic Earth's surface. I gasped at his strong suit as he pinned me there. Being lost made me experience incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of operations of the vibrator again.

"It can bombinate higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. Darkness already fuzzed the boundary of my vision. My coming built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the puzzle toy massaging my inside. My snatch melted around it. I was—

hell dust !

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

This was so exciting.

cleft !

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

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slovenly woman !"

cranny !

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

SMACK !

fracture !

SMACK !

CRACK !

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

slap !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

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

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of bliss flooded from my pussy. Tsunamis of X flowed through my body. The raptus drowned my nous. Stars outburst across imaginativeness while darkness rippled around the edges. My carpus pulling against the handcuff, adding another solar flare botheration to the hefty spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

CRACK !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that ruffle with stinging pain, the two swirling together to create a storm inside of me. A tempest of double-dyed ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the moth-eaten steel of the question table.

"I 'm a bad girl !"I howled, the delight rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't trust it. I had no idea that one coming could pour forth into another. My fumbling onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad girl got to experience.

The double-dyed exaltation of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my screw God, yes ! Keep spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a repelling stealer !"

"Goddamn, this lilliputian hussy has a set of lungs on her,"Officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to exclude her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked policeman Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the whisper of clothing. I blinked as military officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the query table from the other cop, naked, his torso all hard muscles. He seized my little, blond whisker and yanked my head a few inch towards ...

His cock.

His dick bobbed before my mouth as it thrust before him. I opened widely, swallowing his calamus as the vibrator churning up my convulsing cunt. My bozo never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, exaltation after disco biscuit sweeping through my trunk.

I shuddered as the commencement ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My impertinence hollowed about the cop 's dick. Precum spilled salty across my tongue. 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 tater was stripping naked now. He was exposing that mesomorphic trunk of his. I just knew it. Would he lie with my virgin slit with his hard cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first of all peter while I sucked on another cock ?

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

My anal retentive ring widened to engulf it. The bombilate rapture buried into my gut. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking surd as I squealed.

ship's officer spud 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 turncock in me. midst and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky figure as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my mammilla rubbing on the inhuman table.

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

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

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as police officer Irish potato fucked my spasming pussy. My mother fucker buzzed with the vibrator, rippling wiz melting down to my slit stuffed wide-cut of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. Wave after wave of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time Officer potato slammed into my bitch, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a footling bit deeper into me. My digit flexed, my radiocarpal joint pulling on the manacle. They used me. They fucked my nubile dead body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing puss around officer Irish potato 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my pussy. I wanted to find that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such despairing hunger on officeholder Lassiter 's cock. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking damn,"Officer tater growled as he fucked my pussy."That 's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt ! You get fucked !"

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so gruelling. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish thirst. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety pulp while officer tater 's big spliff rammed into my bitch. Orgasm after sexual climax flooded through me.

It was the advantageously in the public. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every impact of Officer Murphy 's genital organ. He spanked me every fourth dimension he fucked into my blue cunt. I squealed, the handlock rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little nipples drank in the cold airfoil of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob amalgamate with the slap of pulp on flesh. The sinful noise 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, mavin dancing through the darkness. My brain drowned. How much more of this could I take ? My cunt convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking shucks,"officer Murphy growled."What a sozzled cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't choose much more than of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her jackass ! Just flood the minuscule cyprian !"officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain blaze up in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my lip and erupted. chopper jizz splashed across my cheek. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passionateness. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty cum running down to my backtalk. My lingua flicked out, experiencing my first gear taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

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

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a roll in the hay lady of pleasure !"

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his brawny chest rising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his side flushed."Deliverer, you know how to blow a cock."

"The piece of ass slut smuggles vibrators up her bitch ! What did you expect ?"Officer Murphy slammed mysterious into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my twat. I felt his passion splashing against my depths. My cunt writhed about him as he unloaded spirt after spirt of jizz. The vivid waving of X swept through me as a man filled my nubile puss with his seed.

I reveled in it. As officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my human face, my bitch milked ship's officer white potato 's dick dry. His helping hand squeezed my coxa, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

"Oh, yes, I was such a bad, bad girl, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two copper to fuck me while on duty."

officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off policeman tater.

"What are you two ..."The cryptic vocalization of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulking, Black cop with a plane head. He stared at me, middle narrowing. policeman white potato ripped his dick out of my spasming snatch, the vibrator still buzzing away in my cocksucker. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"ship's officer Murphy said.

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

Officer Irish potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes on the level, and who knows what else. She was on a trivial law-breaking spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

officer Evergreen State chuckled."She is a loathsome, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deep rumble of Officer Washington 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a encompassing body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his Diospyros ebenum hide. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a monster of a tool. He dwarfed both the Edward D. White cops and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"facial expression at her wiggle,"said officeholder Washington."Little, Patrick White slut wants my big, Black dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A foul kick shot through me. He was going to stuff that monumental shaft up my asshole. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nil 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,"Officer President Washington growled.

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

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

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

military officer Washington ripped the vibrator out of my shit and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lour half. My SOB clenched, my trunk shaking. I became so cognisant of the insensate table beneath my body. My small knocker drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

Strong hands grabbed my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the calamitous man lifted me up. He held me, my fuzz dangling before me. A drop of cum fell from my mentum 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 eff 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 hoot !"I howled as he did n't pierce me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My asshole flared in painful sensation as it stretched across-the-board enough to get hold of his vast, black dick. He lanced so cryptic in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning oestrus rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my slight titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could sense his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, Theodore Harold White little girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my bunghole celebrating his monolithic dick filling me. Only a bad lady friend could take a cock that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my pelvis, 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 keep sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my arsehole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two cops watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogative way, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging pain sensation 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 bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my imaginativeness. My mind tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his pecker faster and faster. I could palpate his posture, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waist 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 shaft !"

"All the White sluts do. They love my big, Negro dick stretching out their besotted holes."

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

My snatch convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my thighs. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his gumshoe in and out of my dickhead. I squeezed my eye shut, trembling, my pleasance rippling about his rooster. This was the comfortably in the earthly concern. I never wanted this to end.

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

The pleasure burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my motherfucker station new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any maven I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living sleep with doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his stopcock, his hip joint rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my rump. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his blazon held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His hip joint plowed into me toilsome now. He pounded my arse 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 Young ass !"he growled, drilling his shaft so hard into my bowels.

More coming than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, Adam enrapture in seventh heaven and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. shadow swallowed my visual sense. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking red cent !"the cop roared.

The Shirley Temple Black cop 's kindling fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of mettle basted me. I trembled, loving him. My bastard writhed, milking his peter as he grunted.

I swayed through the shadow. The rapture buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something aplomb against me. My asshole was vacate, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the inquiry tabular array before me.

He fucked me so hard I 'd lost it. Only a bad missy could experience that.

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted policeman Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was loaded than a bankers fist."

"Only inquiry, what are we going to do with the picayune prostitute ?"said Officer Irish potato."Still do n't know her public figure. We got to write this up in the study somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So lots of military officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with policeman spud 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na happen when your Lake Superior find out you all fucked me. Are you going to exact that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your bollock ? That I got it in a bomb tacker and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll scavenge you up,"said ship's officer President Washington, his voice growing stiff.

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

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just think all the early probability you will get to catch me being naughty. You 'll have to spank me. Tie me up. Fuck me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking tinker's dam,"Officer Washington groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the ball ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's small law station wearing my bad girl panty, the vibrator shoved back up inside my snatch. I wore one of their police t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my tiny teat. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a indorse skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

Daddy would have a go at it the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The build chuckled. sexual morality was a brilliant succeeder. It was so glad it had the idea to create these panty. human being were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest foundation was prepare. It was an interesting pair of step-in. It was actually virginal. A soft Edward White, the waistband trimmed in delicate lacing, a single word printed in princess-pink letter of the alphabet across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to have more fun. Another daughter needed another spicy duet of panties.

To be continued in the succeeding narrative of Mind-Controlling Panties ...