Mind-Control panty

Story Five : Bad fille 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta recital this !

The figure was n't at its common place to drop off a pair of its special creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the gang at the First Baptist Church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off apparel in boxful, trash handbag, and sometimes idle mess. The clause were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with to a lesser extent and in motivation. The chassis was inspired to leave this dyad of step-in here. It was the perfect place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A strong black colour, cincture trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the pussy in the panties'gusset, allowing racy access to the pussy of the lucky girl who donned them.

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

With a flick of its wrist, the build dropped the panties into a nap of clothing. Soon a girl, eighteen, would arrive to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

celibacy Sir Joshua Reynolds, a sweet, blonde girl with her tomentum falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to pull together up the succeeding load of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size of it and eccentric. There were laundry handbasket waiting behind her, gear up to receive the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her shipment on her sorting station, eager to help her church building provide for those with pauperism in her community. It made her sense fulfilled. 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 affair that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in battalion, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric car tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the naughtiest distich of panties she 'd ever seen in her life story. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquidity heat bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something stranger to the good daughter. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the incision in the fork. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent young woman did n't empathise why someone would do that. What 's the point of wearing scanty like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her script and gasped at the countersign printed in those bold, all-capitalized letters."Bad daughter,"she breathed, reading the idiom."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her judgement. Chastity was a commodity girl. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, 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 annulus 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church service 's article of clothing drive.

Cheeks burning, she dove back into her sort, hoping to forget 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 article of clothing parkway. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two give-and-take, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at betting odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to wear out something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the hotness rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from sunup inspection and repair. I had changed out of my pink wearing apparel, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some effortless clothes, to do my homework, and unwind around the house before evening Service. All I could call back about during church service of process was the scanty.

What would it be like to wear a pair that did n't make a crotch ?

A shuddering, galvanising thrill raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.

Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My pocket-sized boob quivered in my whiten bra. They were minuscule A cups, not really needing the reenforcement, but a undecomposed woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my scanty and rolled them off my hips. 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 aid it. Bad fille had pussies.

Was I a bad lady friend now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black panty, the lacing trim of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the span in my clutches until they were facing the right way. I stepped my the right way leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanising thrill intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came live. A crackling sensory faculty surged up my stage and reached my kitty, increasing the molten heat. I let out a moan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the pantie over my rear, the cincture riding low on my hips. My Virgin sex clenched as a wicked wizard rippled out of me.

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

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

I had some training to do.

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

No one caught me.

I entered the bath and closed the door behind me.

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

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so manifest and innocent. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a yoke of scissors. I unwound my braid, my gilded lock chamber spilling around me. And then I took the scissor hold to them.

Snip. clipping. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, halcyon strands fluttering to their demise. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so irritate and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my fountainhead, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous brass. I loved it. I pursed my sassing, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought cleaning lady should have recollective hair.

Not me.

I did n't wish slipping out of the step-in, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the garden pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my legs over the English of the tub, feeling my tight pussy lip parting. I could n't serve but run a finger up and down my bend. I did n't have a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my wheel yr ago.

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

I masturbated the right way then and there. The bathroom door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and trip up me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could ascertain my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my twat up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lecherousness and see that I was a terrible thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sugared cream off my finger, loving the savour, and set to function. I coated my pubic whisker in pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor quite a little across my sensible vulva. I tingled from my coming, getting rid of the pubic whisker only made me finger more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my snatch against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"papa, pappa, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bathing tub, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt right to don. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the incision. I felt so implike as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my sleeping accommodation, my hips swaying from slope to side. Why could n't daddy ingest caught me ? Or even mamma ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her pussycat.

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 melanise and the unretentive skirt I had. It fell to my knees. My knee ! God, I was such a lame, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

I got the hang of driving real quick. I was sure enough pop would forgive me for that one little nick. I 'd suck his hammer to puddle it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the promenade, ready to modify my life. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new closet, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interestingness in my middle. They grinned and nodded to each former as they noticed me.

My tit were so grueling, pressing against the front 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 pinko Chic, the trendy clothing spot I 'd always seen but never dared to come in before. My middle flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short denim skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the wrack, and then I noticed a smuggled belly shirt that had no arm. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the sizing 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to deprive off my old wearing apparel. I left them in a mountain on the floor. I did n't take those boring things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my leg. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thigh. My pussy felt so energise, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean doll up and up over my rump.

It rode low my coxa, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my shape. I shuddered, loving how curt it was. If I bent over, boys would get a niggling peek at my panty. Would they notice there was no private parts ?

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to drop away my justly helping hand underneath my skirt and slide my digit through the prick in my panties'gusset plate. I stroked my juicy kitty lips, sending a prankish thrill through me. My bare bosom jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingerbreadth out.

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

A immediate tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to put to work it down, the textile molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my pocket-sized nipples outlined by the thin material. It clung to my lowly titties, leaving nothing to the resourcefulness. My silky, plane tummy was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for aid. With my short, savage hairsbreadth, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any ass, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the depot, navigating the clothing racks. I did n't even glint at the shop assistant.

In moments, I was past the sensor and out into the stream of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my adjacent goal. My pussy clenched, a wicked tingle racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked bang shot through me as I headed into bathroom and Beauty delectation. It had a vast collection of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my picket, pink lips. I needed a vivacious spectre. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden plane section. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the presentation, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many unlike ways I could paint my brim. Some were pathetic. Why would I require to go with a slightly different shade of garden pink ? But there were other single ... Reds so bright they practically screamed sporting lady. purple. They even had dim.

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

I grabbed the blackness lip rouge first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were utile. I had a spicy stead I could hide matter. I groaned as the constringe tube of lipstick pressed against my virginal snatch sass. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jean skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the tube-shaped structure of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a daughter off. There was one naughty home in the mall where I could get one.

smiling, I snagged up the passion yield Red, hating the name of the people of colour but it was so cerise. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My mammilla throbbed so much. I stared up at the roof as the delight rippled through me. My kitty was so sensitive. I could n't waitress 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 peter. He would fill me up more than these lipstick subway. I pulled my finger's breadth away, loving how they were sticky with my juices. I brought them to my intrude, inhaling my confection musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my oral fissure. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many putz, cleaning up my cream. Such a delightful thrill.

My snatch clenched around the two lipstick electron tube. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting worried about getting that first one out. My fingers could only reach 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 hired hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how unholy they felt. My face burned as the ecstasy rippled through me. I gave the shop assistant, sitting bored the heel counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

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

I burst into wanton giggles the import I was out of the store. I strutted into the stream of the mall 's customers, my pussycat getting teased by those lipstick underground shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff and nonsense buried in my puss.

That was something I had to discover out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick from my pussy. I had a little hassle getting out the black subway, my fingerbreadth slipping on the still shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless scanty massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard Yankee-Doodle, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juice. I decided to go with the red, dropping the dark into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my sass perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me wait so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a dark bluish-grey hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my green depths look so smoky.

I fluttered my eyelash, loving the facial expression. I was such a bad, bad girl. A gamy shiver raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was meter to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"discussion section. They sold them to salvage"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly blue ones you would feel at a sex store, but I could definitely find myself my low vibrator.

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

I reached the toy dog, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a yoke of eubstance and sceptre massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few admirer whose mothers had those. On the undersurface shelf were the straight sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like thick-skulled shafts. A fleshy dildo made me grin.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, guileful rotating shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin twat.

My pussy lip spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my brake shoe. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like goose egg I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so practically thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick tubing. It kept going. It reached deeper and profoundly inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My optic fluttered, my breathing time quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to deliver so a lot fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the concluding column inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full-of-the-moon. Was this what it would feel like to have a cock in me ? I could n't await to encounter out. I could n't expect to fuck my first guy. I did n't hump who it should be.

My Padre ?

He was mortal a bad miss would make out. He was at abode. I did need to prepare up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the dense vibrator shifting around my kitty-cat. I groaned, every stair a marvellous delectation. I moved through the computer memory, 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 cunt. These quiver raced through me, an electrify rush seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the shopping mall traffic.

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

My head snapped to the right to see the impregnable and magniloquent mannequin of a police military officer advancing on me. He had obscure hair, a thick moustache on his upper lip. His middle were hard as he stared at me. My kitty-cat clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

"Oh,"I said, playing it assuredness."Is there something wrong, Officer ?"

"We just postulate you to get along with us, miss,"a 2nd cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a browned goatee framing his thick and potent lips. He had a wither buzzed into the side of meat of his head, that high and cockeyed flattop. A tremor rippled through me, my cunt clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My daddy 's waiting for me."I fluttered my centre as I gushed like a piffling miss."He 'll be so mad if I 'm late. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

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

"What ?"I gasped as he pressed me towards the paries. 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 innocence."I do n't roll in the hay what you 're talking about."

"Miss, we 've seen the certificate 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 affair we 're going to see that you 've stolen."

"So do n't protest, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to have to ... suffer such a middling thing."

This wicked shudder ran through me as police officer spud pulled both my radiocarpal joint behind my back. He held my manus together while he pulled out his cuff. I gasped as the for the first time cuff slapped on my right wrist joint. I felt the stinging infliction and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left carpus, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no idea of the wicked things I 've done,"I purred in the aphrodisiac vocalism I could. I could feel the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my human foot. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

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

"penalisation,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two pig marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their work force so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clitoris ached, the lace of the crotchless panty brushing my petty bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the thin cloth of my harvest top, sending rattling tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so unassailable. So unseasoned and right. I licked my lips, feeling the waxy subject matter of the lipstick. My pocket-size breasts quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a diminished ancillary police station for the mall. Just a little waiting room no bigger than a bus plosive speech sound, a office for a couple of copper stationed at the shopping centre to refund to on their break. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as policeman murphy pulled out a set of key fruit and unlocked the laborious doorway. It creaked undetermined, my snatch gripping the vibrator as a wicked shiver raced through me.

"You got a epithet, slut ?"asked ship's officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since jade is the everlasting word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

"Then you 'll just own to make me babble out,"I moaned as they opened a bit room access onto a small-scale interrogation room. There was a metallic element board in there, a pair of hot seat around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her pile,"said Officer Murphy."You want to film in high spirits or low ?"

"senior high school,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a pair of nice boob. Brigham Young and house. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touch sensation of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his thenar into them. Gasps and moan burst from my lips as I trembled there. My snatch clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little stars dancing across my sight as an electrical surge shot through me.

Officer Irish potato 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 black step-in with their two Word of God written in those bold, bloodless letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"piece of ass hell. 18 and stealing sex toys, huh ?"policeman Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipple."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

"holy nookie !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to spirit.

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

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"officer spud asked, his fingerbreadth sliding around the buzzing dig shoved in my cunt. His fingerbreadth stroked over my petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The reduce fabric tore while the muscle in his arms bulged. My twat 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 enjoy volley from my backtalk as my cute boob jiggled before me. Then I groaned as police officer potato yanked down my bad girl panties, sliding them down my pegleg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there bare, the vibrator buzzing in my jackass. More drops of snatch succus dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my skid as I whimpered and moaned, my promontory tossing back and forth. My short, wild fuzz swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, fornicatress,"growled policeman Murphy. His hand planted into the centre of my book binding and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metal aerofoil. I gasped at his effectiveness as he pinned me there. Being lost made me feel incredible. My fingerbreadth flexed, my carpus pull at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the Base of the vibrator again.

"It can bombinate higher ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. darkness already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My climax built and built inside my racy cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my interior. My catch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

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

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking strumpet !"

CRACK !

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

savour !

sally !

smooch !

CRACK !

Their handwriting fell over and over. There barely was a chance for the stinging pain to wither before the side by side spank landed. My pussy drank in the hotness, transforming it into rapture. It mixed with the buzzing delight rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

SMACK !

"Filthy slattern !"

CRACK !

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

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

hell dust !

quip !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after moving ridge of bliss flooded from my twat. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my body. The rapture drowned my mind. star topology burst across vision while darkness rippled around the edges. My wrist pull against the handcuff, adding another flare infliction to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my spicy rump.

smooch !

whirl !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that fuse with stinging nuisance, the two swirling together to create a tempest interior of me. A storm of sodding Adam. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples 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 bar. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't think it. I had no idea that one sexual climax could spill into another. My spoil masturbation had never delivered anything close to this cloud nine. This was the pleasance a bad girl got to receive.

The gross rapture of being naughty.

relish !

CRACK !

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

"Goddamn, this little 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 Officer Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the enquiry table from the former cop, naked, his body all hard muscle. He seized my scant, light-haired hair and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His dick.

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

I shuddered as the outset ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. police officer potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that mesomorphic physical structure of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my virgin pussy with his punishing cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first dick while I sucked on another tool ?

I gasped as Officer white potato ripped the vibrator out of my pussy. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my cunt. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt cheeks. Against my bunghole. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my Virgin rectum.

My anal doughnut widened to engulf it. The buzz rapture buried into my intestine. A new cloud nine flooded through me. I whimpered around police officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking hard as I squealed.

Officer potato rammed his cock into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm outburst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my first cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silken figure as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such joy filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold table.

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

"You should try her pussy !"groaned Officer murphy."I 've never been in bitch this tight. Barely legal pussy is amazing !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as policeman Murphy fucked my spasming pussy. My SOB buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my cunt stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't arrest. moving ridge after wave of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every sentence Officer spud slammed into my slit, his fork smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrists pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my pelvic girdle, stirring my convulsing twat around officeholder Murphy 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such do-or-die hunger on officer Lassiter 's hammer. Drool ran out of the corner of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so difficult. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverous hunger. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer Murphy 's big spliff rammed into my puss. Orgasm after sexual climax flooded through me.

It was the in force in the world. Sex was awing. My ass burned with every impact of Officer potato 's private parts. He spanked me every time he fucked into my racy slit. I squealed, the cuff rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little tit drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my cock sucking flux with the slap of flesh on frame. The wicked noises echoed through the small query room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both side of meat. My eyes squeezed shut, champion dancing through the darkness. My psyche drowned. How much more of this could I read ? My pussy convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking tinker's damn,"officer Murphy growled."What a blotto puss. Oh, god, I ca n't learn much More of this pussy."

"ass cum in her twat ! Just flood the little woman of the street !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. pain flared in my scalp."Yes !"

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

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My dickhead rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my fount. I opened my mouth spacious, thrusting out my tongue. A tremendous jet splashed right on my lingua. The salty delight melted through my sense of taste buds.

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

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest rebellion and falling. He sank down to the chairman, his brass flushed."Savior, you know how to flub a cock."

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her twat ! What did you expect ?"Officer Murphy slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His testicle 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 squirt after spurt of jizz. The acute waves of ecstasy swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As ship's officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my side, my cunt milked Officer Murphy 's putz dry. His deal squeezed my hips, 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 young lady, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cops to fuck me while on duty."

officeholder Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off ship's officer Murphy.

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

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

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

Though he called the inkiness cop"Mac,"his name tag show Officer George Washington. The Black cop stared at me."What did the little slut steal ? Your cum ?"

ship's officer Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a piddling crime spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

officeholder Booker T. Washington chuckled."She is a skanky, lilliputian crud, is n't she ?"

"That she is,"police officer Lassiter said."And, no, her asshole has n't been fucked."

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

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a broad body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his pitch black skin. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a colossus of a putz. He dwarfed both the White cop and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wriggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, albumen slut wants my big, total darkness dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A disgusting shudder shot through me. He was going to stuff that monumental dick up my motherfucker. I groaned, my finger's breadth flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my twat as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"ship's officer Washington growled.

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

"Bet her pa loves her,"Officer tater said."Bet she sucks his shaft every night."

I would. Right beneath mama 's intrude. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

Officer Booker Taliaferro Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the level. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all wizard in my lower one-half. My bastard clenched, my organic structure shaking. I became so aware of the moth-eaten table beneath my eubstance. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

Strong hands grabbed my waist. They were Brobdingnagian, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the total darkness man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A driblet of cum fell from my Chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my quip up his hawkshaw until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a midst, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

He was really going to get laid me up the ass with that monster. I whimpered, my bastard relaxed by the buzzing toy. I felt so promiscuous back there. I could do this. I could take—

"sanctum fucking shit !"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 broad enough to strike his huge, blackamoor gumshoe. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my lilliputian titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, ovalbumin missy ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My cunt was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my bunghole celebrating his massive gumshoe filling me. Only a bad girl could take a cock that Brobdingnagian 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 dick like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his dick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing soma gripped him, the rut flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogative sentence room, my heat rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his genitals, the stinging pain in my paddle can flaring through me. It only added to the pleasure of his huge tool sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

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

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

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

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

My pussy convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my second joint. My handcuff rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his cock in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasance rippling about his cock. This was the ripe in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could separate he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, Black tool. My back arched, my little tits jiggling beneath me. My kitty spasmed so hard, aching to be filled with anything. So jealous of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my thoughts. An rapt brilliance devouring everything. His every plung in my cocksucker broadcast new sheet of paper of fervor racing through me. I burned. disco biscuit consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living jazz doll.

Then he fucked me.

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

"Oh, my flaming god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from transport ! support fucking me ! Do n't block off !"

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

More sexual climax than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, hug drug enrapture in cloud nine and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my visual sense. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't get hold of it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The black cop 's spunk fired in my cocksucker. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the saccade of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot current of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My asshole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the duskiness. The rapture buffeted me from every face. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My asshole was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation tabular array before me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally thankful. Just imagine all the other chances 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 shit,"Officer capital of the United States groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the nut ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's small police force station wearing my bad girl pantie, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their constabulary T-shirt, feeling naughty that I had their department logotype printed across my flyspeck tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second gear skin. It showed off everything. I was going to savor being a bad girl.

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

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so glad it had the idea to make these step-in. mankind were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was prepare. It was an occupy span of panties. It was actually virginal. A soft white, the girdle trimmed in delicate lacing, a bingle password printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to have more than fun. Another girl needed another naughty couple of panties.

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