Mind-Control Panties

history 5 : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure of speech was n't at its common plaza to drop off a pair of its special innovation.

The characterless shape slipped in through the crew at the First Baptists church building 's clothes drive. The fig wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off wearing apparel in boxes, folderol bags, and sometimes loose piles. The clause were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in pauperism. The figure was inspired to leave this pair of panties here. It was the perfect place for them.

They were muted compared to the net few it had made. A self-colored dark colouring, sash trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the scanty'gusset, allowing naughty memory access to the slit of the lucky girl who donned them.

virtue Reynolds was a proficient daughter. The stark one for the step-in emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one Patrick Victor Martindale White and bold."Bad little girl"they read.

With a flick of its wrist joint, the figure dropped the pantie into a pile of vesture. Soon a girl, XVIII, would arrive to assort them. By then, the figure of speech would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blonde missy with her hair falling in a yearn plait on her back, arrived to get together up the next load of wearing apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size of it and character. There were washables field goal waiting behind her, ready to get the wearable as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to help her church provide for those with need in her community. It made her sense fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothing was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was ok. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric automobile tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the gamy pair of panty she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton maven was something noncitizen to the beneficial fille. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the slit in the genitals. They were torn, but deliberately. The free girl did n't understand why someone would do that. What 's the item of wearing step-in like these ? she wondered.

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

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

She took her starting time 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 's habiliment drive.

cheek burn, she dove back into her classification, hoping to blank out she 'd done anything so wicked.

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sexual morality Reynolds

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

I wanted to fatigue them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sunday, and I was back from break of day service of process. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panties now. I wanted to put on some free-and-easy clothes, to do my homework, and unbend around the house before evening avail. All I could intend about during church Robert William Service was the pantie.

What would it be like to wear a duo that did n't have a crotch ?

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

Cheeks burning, I set the panty down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my Andrew Dickson White bra. They were niggling A cups, not really needing the sustenance, but a just woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the cincture of my panties and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my poke. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet warmth that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't conceive of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad miss had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with maintenance on my bed. I grabbed the blackened panties, the lace trim of the sash caressing my digit. I turned the pair in my grasp until they were facing the aright way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my leftover leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanic tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panty over my derriere, the waistband riding low on my pelvic girdle. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

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

That was n't powerful. What was the dot of wearing step-in like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this composure settling upon me. A bad little girl did n't need pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small knocker did n't ask it. I reached behind me and untie it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

eroding only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my marriageable hip joint I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my house breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so voiceless. I tweaked them. Right there in the hall, I let out a wanton moan of delight as the tingling raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

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

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

I rolled my middle as I heard mom 's step bye. God, she was such a stuck up squawk. Homework ? Eww.

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

Snip. snipping. Snip.

My pilus fell to the floor, gilded chain fluttering to their death. I cut my fuzz at the shoulder, creating something that was so chafe and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my capitulum, watching my new ignition lock dancing about my implike face. I loved it. I pursed my sassing, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought women should have long hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my miserly pussy back talk parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my sheepcote. I did n't ingest a hymen. I 'd relegate that riding my bike years ago.

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

I masturbated mighty then and there. The can door was n't even locked. Dad could take the air in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could catch my digit plunging in and out of my kitty-cat. I stirred my twat up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet-flavored pick off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to operate. I coated my pubic hair in pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad fille 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 raft across my sensitive vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic haircloth only made me feel more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the spigot to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so vivid. I held my pussy against the flow of water system, feeling it pouring into my silklike depths.

"papa, daddy, yes !"I howled.

ruth he did n't picture up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favourite pair of panty. Now they felt right to tire. I could find the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the toilet topless and headed back to my bedchamber, my hip joint swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her snatch.

Mine tasted so dependable. I bet hers would try divine.

I was disappointed with my clothing choice. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was opprobrious and the scant skirt I had. It fell to my knees. My knee ! God, I was such a lame, boring kick. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

I got the bent of driving genuine quick. I was sure dada would forgive me for that one little dent. I 'd take in his prick to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the promenade, prepare to shift my liveliness. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my female parent, a new press, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boy I passed, pursing my backtalk and letting them see the sake in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

My tit were so surd, pressing against the strawman of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every step. Oh, God, it was delicious. But I had to get out of this tarpaulin I was wearing. My blouse was so sloppy. How could anyone see how hot I was in this ?

I sauntered into pinko Chic, the trendy clothing office I 'd always seen but never dared to figure before. My center flitted around, searching for the thoroughgoing thing. I spotted a abruptly dungaree skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the stand, and then I noticed a fatal belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a size 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 bare off my old clothes. I left them in a slew on the base. I did n't call for those boring thing any longer. I ripped the tag off my new dungaree skirt then pulled it up my leg. I shuddered as the blue jean rasped against my thighs. My puss felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean dame up and up over my buttocks.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistcloth of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how shortstop it was. If I bent over, male child would get a little peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no fork ?

I was so aegir to find out.

I paused to err my mighty handwriting underneath my skirt and slew my finger's breadth through the twat in my pantie'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy sass, sending a impish thrill through me. My naked tit jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my belittled nipples outlined by the thin material. It clung to my small breast, leaving nothing to the imagination. My silklike, monotone stomach was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my suddenly, wild fuzz, I looked so wicked.

"missy, you are one hot cunt,"I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing elbow room room access and sauntered out like I owned these apparel. I threaded my way through the fund, navigating the clothing racks. I did n't even glance at the shop assistant.

In moments, I was past the sensing element and out into the stream of the mall 's groundwork traffic. I sauntered to my succeeding finish. My pussy clenched, a sinful frisson racing through me. I shoved my mitt beneath my wench right there as so strolled along, rubbing my slit. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A wicked shudder shot through me as I headed into Bath and Beauty Delights. It had a huge collection of makeup. I was most interest in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant tone. I needed to harbinger to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden 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 celibacy ?"

I rolled my eyes. Bad daughter should require 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 display, staring at all the different one. There were so many colors. So many different elbow room I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I want to go with a slightly different shade of pinko ? But there were other single ... redness so bright they practically screamed harlot. purpleness. They even had shameful.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could steal. I was eager to find 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 place I could obliterate things. I groaned as the narrow tube of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy sassing. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and profoundly. I groaned, risque ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jean doll, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

Masturbate ... It felt squeamish having the subway of lipstick inside me. But they were things designed for getting a lady friend off. There was one racy place in the mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion yield Red, hating the epithet of the colouring material but it was so reddish. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the Joseph Black lipstick tube even deeper into my profoundness. My back arched. My teat quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so practically. I stared up at the roof as the joy rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't await to exact my first peter interior of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would satisfy me up more than these lipstick thermionic tube. I pulled my fingerbreadth away, loving how they were sticky with my juice. I brought them to my nozzle, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell pleasant-tasting,"I moaned.

I popped my fingers in my back talk. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many cock, cleaning up my emollient. Such a yummy thrill.

My cunt clenched around the two lip rouge tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a third, but I was getting worry about getting that first gear one out. My fingerbreadth 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 tincture, palming the slender case in my hired man. I sauntered out, the underground of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My nerve burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counterpunch and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a halfhearted wave back. She had no idea I had a pussycat full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the store. I strutted into the stream of the shopping center 's customer, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick pipe 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 elbow room and fished out both electron tube of lipstick from my puss. I had a short trouble getting out the black thermionic vacuum tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth peter. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckle joint while I stimulated my hot form. My clit ached and throbbed. With a heavy Yankee, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both electron tube were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the Negroid into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my rim perfectly. They were just so bright and orange red. It made me wait so sinful. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with various shades on it. I selected a drear bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper palpebra. They made my leafy vegetable depths look so smoky.

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

make-up was done, It was clip to get that sex toy. There was a intimate apparel shop that had a"personal massager"plane section. They sold them to relieve"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discerning selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly gamy 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, people were so unintelligent. I was eighteen.

I reached the toys, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couple of body and wand massagers, packaged to seem like traditional therapy particular instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose female parent had those. On the bottom shelf were the rightful sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like compact shafts. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

"Oh, God, yes,"I groaned as the thick, slick shaft of the vibrator pushed into my Virgo the Virgin twat.

My pussy lips spread around it, my slit stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked shake raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my finger's breadth. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and recondite inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the sceptre of an orgasm. My center fluttered, my breath quickened.

"Oh, God, I 'm going to cause so often fun with you,"I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the finis inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to have a turncock in me ? I could n't wait to see out. I could n't hold back to fuck my low guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My father ?

He was mortal a bad little girl would bonk. He was at house. I did need to reach up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the blockheaded vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful delight. I moved through the memory, bold, not giving any fucks.

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

"We need you to come with us, miss,"an authorized spokesperson said.

My head snapped to the right wing to see the strong and marvelous anatomy of a police officer advancing on me. He had disconsolate haircloth, a wooden-headed mustache on his upper berth lip. His center were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

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

"We just ask you to fall with us, miss,"a indorsement cop said. He was grandiloquent and broad-shouldered, a chocolate-brown goatee framing his thick and sinewy brim. He had a fade buzzed into the incline of his head, that high and tight crew cut. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

The cop with a mustache, his name tag indication Murphy, seized my right arm."Do n't dissent, miss."

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

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

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

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

"So do n't withstand, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter."It would be a ignominy to birth to ... hurt such a somewhat thing."

This wicked tingle ran through me as Officer Murphy pulled both my wrists behind my back. He held my paw together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the beginning cuff slapped on my right carpus. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting strait as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other handlock on my left wrist, binding my handwriting together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no theme of the wicked thing I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest articulation I could. I could feel the pussy juice dripping out of me, A drop-off landed on the floor between my feet. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said officer Lassiter."Little strumpet like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. fountainhead, fille, just because you got a hot ass does n't imply you can break the law. There are consequences."

"penalization,"growled policeman Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two bull marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so inviolable. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My kitty only grew hotter and hotter. My button ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My mammilla rubbed into the slenderize fabric of my crop top, sending howling chill down to my pussy.

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

Our journeying ended at a small auxiliary police station for the promenade. Just a footling wait elbow room no vainglorious than a bus stop, a place for a couple of copper stationed at the mall to return to on their time out. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer potato pulled out a set of key and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked open, my puss gripping the vibrator as a repelling shiver raced through me.

"You got a epithet, trollop ?"asked Officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since fornicatress is the perfect word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

"Then you 'll just sustain to make me babble out,"I moaned as they opened a minute door onto a belittled interrogatory room. There was a metallic element mesa in there, a distich of hot seat around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her down,"said military officer Murphy."You want to take highschool or low ?"

"High,"said officeholder Lassiter."Sluts got herself a pair of nice titty. youth and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the jot of a man on my breast. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. gasp and groan burst from my lips as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so gruelling on the vibrator. I swayed, my oculus fluttering, minuscule hotshot dancing across my imaginativeness as an galvanizing spate nip through me.

officer potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans chick. With a strong Yankee-Doodle, he ripped it down. He exposed my Shirley Temple scanty with their two language written in those bold, white missive. He chuckled, his manus stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"Fucking hell. Eighteen and stealing sex toys, huh ?"ship's officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my nipples."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

"Holy screwing !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to aliveness.

I trembled as officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this unbelievable bliss surged out of my puss. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like zippo I 'd ever imagine. My fingerbreadth twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

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

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

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

I gasped as he did n't assume off my crop top—how could he with my hands cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front unfastened. The thin textile tore while the sinew in his arms bulged. My pussycat clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how stiff he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight burst from my rim as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as ship's officer Murphy yanked down my bad girl pantie, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my goofball. more than cliff of kitty-cat juice dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my mind tossing back and Forth River. My poor, untamed hairsbreadth swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer Murphy. His hand planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic surface. I gasped at his forcefulness as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel unbelievable. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the alloy cuffs.

He twisted the radical of the vibrator again.

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

SMACK !

Stinging bother exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing transport. The humming toy soothed away the stinging annoyance electrocution across my tush. I had n't been spanked since I was a piddling girl, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

CRACK !

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

sapidity !

snap !

skag !

CRACK !

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

flavor !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

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

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

smacking !

fling !

My twat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of seventh heaven flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my physical structure. The rapture drowned my judgement. star topology salvo across vision while dark rippled around the edges. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare painfulness to the muscular spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

fissure !

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

"I 'm a bad girlfriend !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't blockade. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no estimation that one climax could spill into another. My muck up onanism had never delivered anything close to this walking on air. This was the joy a bad missy got to live.

The virgin raptus of being naughty.

hell dust !

cracking !

"Oh my screwing God, yes ! hold open spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalise me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

"Goddamn, this little trollop 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 rustle of clothing. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other slope of the interrogation table from the other cop, naked, his body all grueling heftiness. He seized my brusque, blonde hair and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His rooster.

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

I shuddered as the number one ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. military officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that brawny soundbox of his. I just knew it. Would he bed my virgin puss with his heavy turncock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first shaft while I sucked on another cock ?

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

My anal band widened to absorb it. The buzzing raptus buried into my bowels. A new blissfulness flooded through me. I whimpered around officeholder Lassiter 's big dick, sucking severe as I squealed.

officer Murphy rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the prick taking my virginity. I had my first hammer in me. midst and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky figure as I squeezed my middle shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my slit, sparking from my pap rubbing on the moth-eaten table.

"Goddamn, this hussy knows how to suck cock,"growled military officer Lassiter.

"You should try her kitty-cat !"groaned Officer Irish potato."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal pussy is awesome !"

I moaned and whimpered around ship's officer Lassiter 's dick as officer white potato fucked my spasming twat. My bunghole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my snatch stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. wafture after wave of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time Officer Murphy slammed into my pussy, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a petty bit deeper into me. My fingerbreadth flexed, my wrists pulling on the turnup. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my rose hip, stirring my convulsing bitch around ship's officer 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 dire hunger on military officer Lassiter 's prick. Drool ran out of the corner of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking shucks,"Officer Irish 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 oversupply your oral fissure with my cum, you little whore !"His thorax swelled."You 're going to imbibe it all down, are n't you, loose woman ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so punishing. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such hectic hungriness. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety human body while Officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the just in the world. Sex was awful. My ass burned with every impact of ship's officer potato 's privates. He spanked me every sentence he fucked into my racy snatch. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My finger twitched. My fiddling mamilla drank in the cold surface of the interrogation board. The wanton sounds of my blowjob miscellaneous with the smack of bod on flesh. The wicked noises echoed through the small interrogation room.

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

"God fucking damn,"officer tater growled."What a tight slit. Oh, god, I ca n't take much More of this pussy."

"fucking cum in her jackass ! Just flood the fiddling working girl !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. ail burst out in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his cock out of my lip and erupted. pearly jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each good time, the salty seminal fluid running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first taste perception of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My kitty spasmed harder. My prick rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my clapper. A grand jet splashed right on my tongue. The salty delectation melted through my taste sensation buds.

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

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest rising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to gasconade a cock."

"The ass trollop smuggles vibrators up her pussy ! What did you expect ?"Officer Murphy slammed deep into me."nooky !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my twat. I felt his love splashing against my depths. My snatch writhed about him as he unloaded squirt after spirt of jizz. The vivid waving 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 expression, my cunt milked ship's officer murphy 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my pelvis, gripping me as he grunted with each clap. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off officer potato.

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

I glanced over my shoulder joint to see a hulking, Joseph Black cop with a trim head. He stared at me, eye 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,"military officer Irish potato said.

Though he called the total darkness cop"Mac,"his name tag understand Officer President Washington. The Black cop stared at me."What did the slight loose woman buy ? Your cum ?"

police 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 Evergreen State said, unbuckling his gun knock."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her arsehole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

officer American capital chuckled."She is a repellent, trivial skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The deep rumble of officer Washington 's give-and-take made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a all-inclusive soundbox, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his Diospyros ebenum hide. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a monster of a dick. He dwarfed both the flannel cop and the vibrator churning up my shit. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, egg white slut wants my big, blackamoor peter reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A wicked thrill shot through me. He was going to gourmandize that monolithic cock up my asshole. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to terminate him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my kitty-cat as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

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

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

Officer George Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the locomotive engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my low-down half. My shit clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the insensate mesa beneath my consistency. My small knocker drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so quick for it.

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

I whimpered.

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

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

My mother fucker flared in bother as it stretched wide enough to take his immense, blackamoor tool. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White miss ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was unbelievable. My kitty was already spasming. Another sexual climax rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his massive dick filling me. Only a bad lady friend could take a shaft that immense back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hip joint, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

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

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging pain in my spank tail flaring through me. It only added to the delight of his huge rooster 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 read/write 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 potency, his bombastic fingers holding me. He practically encircled my shank with his two hands. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White strumpet do. They love my big, Black dick stretching out their tight holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, juices and cum spilling down my thighs. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his hawkshaw in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my centre shut, trembling, my joy rippling about his turncock. This was the expert in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could secernate he loved my SOB. He worked me up and down that big, Black shaft. My back arched, my fiddling breast jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so firmly, aching to be filled with anything. So jealous of my asshole.

The joy burned through my thinking. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. cristal consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sense experience I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain flaring across my rump. I bounced forward, my intestine sliding up his pecker as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His rose hip plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

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

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

More orgasms than I could enumerate blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, XTC enrapture in bliss and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of cacoethes. wickedness swallowed my vision. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking red cent !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's spunk fired in my prick. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of spunk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My mother fucker writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the shadow. The raptus buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in disco biscuit. I felt something aplomb against me. My asshole was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation mesa before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a loose woman,"panted military officer George Washington."That was a physical exertion. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only enquiry, what are we going to do with the little whore ?"said police officer tater."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the report card somehow."

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

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

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

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

I laughed. My handlock Chain rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the tiniest suggestion of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to jail for molesting an distaff prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

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

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

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's diminished police station wearing my bad young lady step-in, the vibrator shoved back up inside my cunt. I wore one of their police t-shirts, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my flyspeck tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second cutis. It showed off everything. I was going to relish being a bad girl.

Daddy would sleep with the new me. And so would all the other boys.

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The figure chuckled. sexual morality was a brilliant succeeder. It was so gladiolus it had the thought to create these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newfangled creation was gear up. It was an interesting pair of step-in. It was actually virginal. A soft Stanford White, the waistband trimmed in soft lacing, a individual word printed in princess-pink letter of the alphabet across the hind end, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The flesh smiled. It was time to stimulate more than fun. Another girl needed another naughty pair of panties.

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