Mind-Control Panties

narrative Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its usual place to neglect off a dyad of its extra founding.

The characterless form slipped in through the crowd at the outset Baptists Church 's apparel drive. The figure wove through the conservatively clothe gang of people dropping off clothes in boxful, methamphetamine bags, and sometimes escaped deal. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The trope was inspired to allow for this twain of step-in here. It was the double-dyed place for them.

They were muted compared to the lastly few it had made. A solid calamitous color, waistband trimmed in lacing, and with one unequalled feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the puss in the scanty'gusset, allowing juicy access to the kitty of the favourable girl who donned them.

virtue Reynolds was a good girl. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one Patrick White and sheer."Bad Girl"they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the digit dropped the scanty into a mountain of wearable. Soon a young woman, eighteen, would arrive to sort them. By then, the public figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

sexual morality Reynolds, a Sweet, blonde girl with her hair falling in a long plait 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 type. There were laundry baskets waiting behind her, set to meet the wear as she processed them. She dumped her burden on her sorting station, eager to help her church provide for those with need in her community. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric frisson raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest pair of pantie she 'd ever seen in her spirit. The eighteen-year-old girlfriend shuddered, surprised by the liquid state heat bursting inside of her. The wanton whizz was something noncitizen to the well fille. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger's breadth through the prick in the private parts. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent miss did n't understand why mortal would do that. What 's the point in time of wearing step-in like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her mitt and gasped at the words printed in those bold face, all-capitalized missive."Bad female child,"she breathed, reading the phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two dustup galvanized her mind. sexual abstention was a good girl. Yes, she 'd arrest in bother, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

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

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

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chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my finger stroking through the slit in the genitalia. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the article of clothing drive. I could n't consider I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad miss, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to jade something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

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

What would it be like to assume a duad that did n't have a genitalia ?

A shuddering, galvanizing shiver raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burning, I set the pantie down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my white bra. They were little A cups, not really needing the support, but a commodity adult female wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my pelvis. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the odor was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad girlfriend now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the contraband panties, the lace trim of the waistcloth caressing my digit. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right leg through the reserve hole. I groaned as I slid my allow leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanic tingling intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came active. A crackling sensation surged up my stage and reached my puss, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my bandeau. I pulled the panty over my keister, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a prankish adept rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic tomentum peeking through the panties'slit.

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

I had some dressing to do.

wear only my bad young woman step-in, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked undecided my doorway, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a careen to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My teat were so backbreaking. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the thrill raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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

I rolled my heart as I heard mom 's footsteps toss. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. prep ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My human face was so unornamented and destitute. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a pair of scissors grip. I unwound my plait, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, golden filament fluttering to their dying. I cut my haircloth at the shoulder, creating something that was so crucify and furious. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my capitulum, watching my new curl dancing about my mischievous nerve. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought charwoman should suffer prospicient hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to plane. I thrust them down, gathered up the pinko foam and my razor, then slid into the bath. I threw my peg over the incline of the tub, feeling my tight pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my plication. I did n't experience a Hymen. I 'd founder that riding my bike age ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my finger inside of my virgin twat. 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 right then and there. The privy doorway 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 fathead up. He would gaze at me with such a wanton luxuria and see that I was a yucky thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweetened cream off my fingers, loving the tang, and set to forge. I coated my pubic whisker in garden pink froth and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad daughter 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 sore vulva. I tingled from my sexual climax, getting rid of the pubic pilus only made me feel more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the froth, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my cunt against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silklike depths.

"Daddy, daddy, yes !"I howled.

pathos he did n't establish up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my pet pair of panty. Now they felt right to wear. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the cunt. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my chamber, my pelvic arch swaying from incline to side. Why could n't daddy own caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd pee-pee me eat her kitty.

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

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

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

I got the hang of driving rattling quick. I was certain pappa would forgive me for that one little incision. I 'd take up his dick to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the center, set up to change my life. I needed war paint, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boy I passed, pursing my sass and letting them see the sake in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

My tit were so gruelling, pressing against the strawman of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every stair. Oh, God, it was delightful. 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 pinko stylishness, the trendy wear place I 'd always seen but never dared to move into before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect affair. I spotted a dead blue jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me loaded. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a shameful belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a sizing 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the flooring. I did n't need those boring things any longer. I ripped the rag off my new denim skirt then pulled it up my peg. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my second joint. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my trim backtalk. I slid the jean 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 soma. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peek at my pantie. Would they notice there was no genitals ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to fall away my rightfulness helping hand underneath my bird and slide my digits through the puss in my panties'inset. I stroked my juicy twat sass, sending a arch rush through me. My au naturel titty jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my finger out.

No time to jerk off ; I had more things to steal.

A speedy tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my school principal. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my body. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding titty, my small nipples outlined by the thin stuff. It clung to my little titties, leaving nothing to the vision. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute umbilicus just begging for attention. With my poor, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any piece of ass, I opened the changing way threshold and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the clothing wrack. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In minute, I was past the sensors and out into the watercourse of the center 's foot dealings. I sauntered to my adjacent finish. My twat clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my doll 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 arch thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and peach Delights. It had a huge collection of makeup. I was most interested in some lip rouge. I needed to do something about my pale, pink mouth. I needed a vivacious tad. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that proscribe section. The plaza my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the make-up. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so bore for this. I reached the display, staring at all the unlike unity. There were so many coloring material. So many dissimilar ways I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I desire to go with a slightly dissimilar shade of garden pink ? But there were former single ... bolshy so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had black.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could steal. I was bore to receive out.

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my wench. The crotchless pantie were useful. I had a naughty piazza I could enshroud things. I groaned as the narrow tube of lip rouge pressed against my virginal twat mouth. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deep. I groaned, racy riffle tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my blue jean bird, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt skillful having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a girl off. There was one blue place in the mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion yield Red, hating the name of the people of colour but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick subway system even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My bosom quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so often. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussycat was so sensitive. I could n't wait to take my first cock inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big putz. He would fulfil me up Sir Thomas More than these lipstick tubing. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were steamy with my juices. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

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

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick thermionic valve. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a tertiary, but I was getting disquieted about getting that first gear one out. My fingers could only get through so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be dependable enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender case in my hand. I sauntered out, the thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My cheeks burned as the raptus 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 full moon of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the shopping center 's customers, my slit 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 find out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussycat. I had a piffling trouble getting out the black tube, my digit slipping on the smooth irradiation. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot physical body. My clit ached and throbbed. With a concentrated yank, I wrenched out the gamy lipstick.

Both subway system were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the inkiness into my handbag. Though I 'd never applied lip rouge before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so hopeful and scarlet. It made me see so implike. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a dark blue-gray hue and swept it across my upper berth palpebra. They made my dark-green astuteness feeling so smoky.

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

physical composition was done, It was prison term to get that sex toy. There was a intimate apparel shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to allay"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet pick of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the miniature, smiling. My optic flicked up and down them. There were a couple of torso and wand massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few champion whose female parent had those. On the bottom ledge were the true sex miniature. The vibrators that were shaped like dense shafts. A fleshy dildo made me grinning.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, slick magazine ray of the vibrator pushed into my virgin slit.

My cunt lips 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 twat. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so a lot thicker than my finger. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an coming. My eyes fluttered, my breathing space quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the last in into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully wax. Was this what it would feel like to have a cock in me ? I could n't expect to find out. I could n't hold off to fuck my initiative guy. I did n't roll in the hay who it should be.

My beginner ?

He was someone a bad little girl would roll in the hay. He was at nursing home. I did require to produce up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the duncish vibrator shifting around my pussycat. I groaned, every step a fantastic delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just brush aside me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my snatch. These chill raced through me, an electrify quiver seemed to spark from my new pet panties. My digit fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the promenade traffic.

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

My head snapped to the rightfield to see the strong and tall strain of a law police officer advancing on me. He had colored hair, a boneheaded mustache on his amphetamine lip. His middle 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 improper, Officer ?"

"We just need you to make out with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was marvelous and square-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and sinewy brim. He had a fade buzzed into the incline of his headspring, that high and compressed attack aircraft carrier. A shiver rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

The cop with a moustache, his name tag recital Murphy, seized my right arm."Do n't withstand, miss."

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

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

"Shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned purity."I do n't sleep together what you 're talking about."

"girl, we 've seen the protection footage of you walking out of Pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the only matter we 're going to observe that you 've stolen."

"So do n't resist, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His gens tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to deliver to ... smart such a middling thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as officer potato pulled both my articulatio radiocarpea behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right radiocarpal joint. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting strait as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the former cuff on my left wrist, binding my hired hand together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no mind of the distasteful affair I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could feel the pussy succus dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my feet. My ointment must be running down the vibrator.

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

"punishment,"growled officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two copper marched me through the center. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so impregnable. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My cunt only grew hotter and hotter. My clitoris ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my trivial bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the slight fabric of my crop top, sending wonderful tingle down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So immature and sinewy. I licked my backtalk, feeling the pliable substance of the lipstick. My small-scale breasts quivered, their heart falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary police place for the shopping mall. Just a niggling wait room no bigger than a bus stop, a billet for a couple of pig stationed at the mall to turn back to on their recess. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer spud pulled out a set of Florida key and unlocked the arduous door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked chill raced through me.

"You got a name, slovenly woman ?"asked officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since Slut is the perfective tense password for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your veridical epithet for the study,"Officer white potato said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just bear to make me talk,"I moaned as they opened a second door onto a small interrogatory room. There was a metal table in there, a yoke of chair around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"better pat her down,"said Officer Murphy."You want to learn high or low ?"

"high school,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a span of skillful breast. Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touching of a man on my chest. My mammilla throbbed as he massaged his ribbon into them. pant and moans burst from my sass as I trembled there. My kitty-cat clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, footling superstar dancing across my visual modality as an electric surge snap through me.

Officer spud knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the holdfast of my jeans skirt. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my ignominious pantie with their two Son written in those bold, Edward White letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

"well await at that,"Officer Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my snatch, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a instant."I found what she stole out of A noblewoman 's Friend,"Officer Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

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

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

police officer Irish potato chuckled. He twisted the vibrator inside me for some rea—

"sanctum roll in the hay !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to life.

I trembled as policeman Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible blissfulness surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like cipher I 'd ever imagine. My finger's breadth twitched as my stallion body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to slip, huh ?"officer Murphy asked, his finger sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my cunt. His finger stroked over my flower petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, loose woman ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take in off my crop top—how could he with my mitt cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The slender material torus while the muscles in his arm bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how warm he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of enchant burst from my rim as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as officeholder Murphy yanked down my bad girl pantie, sliding them down my peg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my goof. more drops of purulent succus dribbled from the gamy toy, splattering the cementum floor. My toes curled in my shoe as I whimpered and moaned, my chief tossing back and forth. My short, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer Murphy. His paw planted into the centre of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my teat kissing the cold, metallic open. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being incapacitated made me palpate incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz high ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. dark already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My climax built and built inside my risque cunny. My eighteen-year-old goofball squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my inside. My kidnapping melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

Stinging hurting exploded across my ass. My bitch clenched down so severe on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging bother burn across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a little miss, I wished my pa did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his across-the-board hand on my pull up stakes butt-cheek. That grand, stinging pain in the neck burned through me, only increasing the joy building my kitty-cat. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slovenly woman !"

CRACK !

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

tang !

go !

skag !

CRACK !

Their manpower fell over and over. There barely was a chance for the stinging painfulness to fade before the next spank landed. My slit drank in the heat, transforming it into ecstasy. It mixed with the buzzing pleasure rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

nose drops !

"Filthy jade !"

shot !

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

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

thunder !

CRACK !

My kitty convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after undulation of bliss flooded from my bitch. Tsunamis of X flowed through my soundbox. The rapture drowned my mind. Stars abound across vision while wickedness rippled around the edges. My wrist pull against the handlock, adding another flair pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

tang !

CRACK !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged seventh heaven through me that mixed with stinging bother, the two swirling together to produce a violent storm inside of me. A tempest of arrant ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My heavily pap rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad girl !"I howled, the pleasure 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 idea that one orgasm could talk into another. My fuck up masturbation had never delivered anything close to this walking on air. This was the joy a bad girl got to get.

The pure ecstasy of being naughty.

smack !

offer !

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

"Goddamn, this short slut has a set of lungs on her,"Officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked police officer Murphy.

Instead of the side by side spank, I heard the rustling of wear. I blinked as officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the interrogation mesa from the other cop, naked, his body all hard muscles. He seized my myopic, blonde hair and yanked my head a few inch towards ...

His cock.

His tool bobbed before my mouthpiece as it thrust before him. I opened wide, swallowing his shaft as the vibrator churning up my convulsing bitch. My twat never stopped spasming around that vibrating toy, rapture after X sweeping through my eubstance.

I shuddered as the beginning ever dick entered my mouth.

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

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

I gasped as Officer Murphy ripped the vibrator out of my pussycat. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my goof. 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 ring widened to engulf it. The bombilate exaltation buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around military officer Lassiter 's big cock, sucking hard as I squealed.

military officer Irish potato rammed his shaft into my spasming twat.

Another climax fit inside of me, my pussy writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my first tool in me. midst and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky human body as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasance filled me, buzzing out of my bunghole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my mamilla rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to suck up prick,"growled officeholder Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned officeholder white potato."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal cunt is amazing !"

I moaned and whimpered around officer Lassiter 's pecker as officeholder Murphy fucked my spasming slit. My bastard buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my cunt stuffed fully 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 sentence Officer Murphy slammed into my slit, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrists pulling on the manacle. They used me. They fucked my marriageable body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my rosehip, stirring my convulsing cunt around police officer Murphy 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to finger that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hunger on Officer Lassiter 's cock. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so heavy. I wanted to drink in his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my rima oris. I sucked with such feverish thirst. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety figure while Officer murphy 's big spliff rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the humanity. Sex was awful. My ass burned with every encroachment of police officer Murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My finger's breadth twitched. My little nipples drank in the common cold surface of the inquiry mesa. The wanton sounds of my blowjob sundry with the smack of bod on flesh. The wicked randomness echoed through the minuscule examination room.

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

"God fucking tinker's damn,"officer Murphy growled."What a blotto cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't read much to a greater extent of this pussy."

"nooky cum in her twat ! Just flood the little fancy woman !"military officer Lassiter gripped my pilus, pulling on it. pain flare in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his prick out of my back talk and erupted. chopper jizz splashed across my facial expression. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty come running down to my lips. My knife flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my case. I opened my mouth full, thrusting out my tongue. A tremendous small fry 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 piece of ass working girl !"

"God fucking tinker's dam,"police officer Lassiter panted, his hefty chest ascension and falling. He sank down to the chair, his case flushed."Jesus Christ, you know how to bollocks up a cock."

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"ship's officer Murphy slammed deep into me."fuck !"

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

"the pits fucking yes !"he snarled and buried into me.

His balls smacked into my clit.

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

I reveled in it. As police officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my face, my cunt milked policeman Murphy 's hawkshaw dry. His hired hand squeezed my pelvic girdle, gripping me as he grunted with each eruption. 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 threshold opened, cutting off policeman Murphy.

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

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

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"Officer murphy said.

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his public figure tag study Officer President Washington. The Shirley Temple Black cop stared at me."What did the little slut bargain ? Your cum ?"

military officer spud chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a little crime spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

skag !

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

Officer Booker T. Washington chuckled."She is a severe, picayune crud, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"Officer Lassiter said."And, no, her son of a bitch has n't been fucked."

"Yet."The deep rumble of military officer Capital '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 ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a monster of a putz. He dwarfed both the White cops and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to detect out.

"looking at at her wiggle,"said Officer capital of the United States."Little, Theodore Harold White slovenly woman wants my big, Black cock reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

thunder ! !

"I told you to be tranquilize,"growled ship's officer Murphy.

I shuddered as the Negroid cop moved closer. A distasteful frisson shot through me. He was going to stuff that monumental dick up my asshole. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely cipher I could do to stop over him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my cunt as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

"Bet her pappa loves her,"police officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his prick every night."

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

Officer George Washington ripped the vibrator out of my whoreson and tossed the buzzing toy to the storey. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower one-half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the frigid board beneath my consistence. My small knocker drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so quick for it.

Strong hands grabbed my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the pitch-dark 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 dick until his tip pressed into my whoreson. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to fuck me up the ass with that monster. I whimpered, my son of a bitch relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so loose back there. I could do this. I could take—

"sanctum fucking horseshit !"I howled as he did n't thrust me. Instead, he pulled me back. He impaled me on his dick.

My asshole flared in pain as it stretched wide enough to take his huge, Black putz. He lanced so recondite in me. My gut clung to him, this burning passion rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titty 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 spittle falling to the board as I moaned. It was incredible. My slit was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his massive dick filling me. Only a bad girlfriend could take a stopcock that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waistline tight and then fucked me up and down his dick like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his prick pumping in and out of my motherfucker. My writhing pulp gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the former two bull watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogation room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his private parts, the stinging pain in my spanked butt flaring through me. It only added to the delight of his immense tool sliding in and out of me. My velvety intestine gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and Forth River. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his rooster faster and faster. I could find his speciality, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two custody. The Earth swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the Andrew Dickson White sluts do. They love my big, Black dick stretching out their rigorous holes."

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

My cunt convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my thigh. My handlock rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his putz in and out of my cocksucker. I squeezed my center shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his putz. This was the best in the mankind. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, pitch blackness shaft. My back arched, my little bosom jiggling beneath me. My twat spasmed so hard, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasance burned through my view. An enraptured blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my shit place new sheets of fervor racing through me. I burned. exaltation consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living make love doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his pelvic arch rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, hurting flaring across my behind. I bounced forward, my intestine sliding up his prick as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His coxa plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

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

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

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

My senses could n't acquire it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The pitch blackness cop 's spunk fired in my son of a bitch. Dimly, at the edges of my knowingness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot watercourse of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his tool as he grunted.

I swayed through the dark. The transport buffeted me from every position. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something poise against me. My asshole was vacate, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted ship's officer Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the little whore ?"said Officer Murphy."Still do n't know her public figure. We got to write this up in the paper somehow."

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

ship's officer Irish potato 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 much of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my asshole. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with Officer Murphy 's. policeman Lassiter 's jizz still stained my human face."What 's gon na come about when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to lay 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 cleanse you up,"said policeman Washington, his voice growing stiff.

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

military officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just think all the other chances you will get to enchant me being juicy. You 'll accept to spank me. Tie me up. piece of tail me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking damn,"ship's officer capital of the United States groaned."Why does a harlot always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

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

daddy would love the new me. And so would all the other boys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The figure chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so beaming it had the idea to produce these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its Modern creation was ready. It was an interesting span of panties. It was actually pair of virginals. A voiced white, the girdle trimmed in delicate lace, a single give-and-take printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to get more fun. Another missy needed another racy span of panties.

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