Mind-Control Panties

narration Little Phoebe : Bad Girl 's Sexy penalisation

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its usual place to strike down off a pair of its special creations.

The characterless form slipped in through the crowds at the for the first time Baptists Church 's clothes drive. The frame wove through the conservatively attired bunch of masses dropping off clothes in boxes, trash dish, and sometimes loose muckle. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in pauperism. The figure was inspired to get out 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-coloured smutty vividness, waistband trimmed in lacing, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the panties'gusset, allowing spicy access to the pussy of the prosperous girl who donned them.

chastity Reynolds was a good girl. The perfect one for the step-in emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and sheer."Bad little girl"they read.

With a moving picture of its wrist, the pattern dropped the pantie into a deal of clothing. Soon a girl, eighteen, would make it to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

sexual abstention Sir Joshua Reynolds, a sugariness, light-haired girl with her hair falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to pucker up the next loading of dress to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and case. There were laundry basketful waiting behind her, quick to get the clothing 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 feel fulfil. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothes was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in camp, that was amercement. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric automobile shiver raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the racy duet of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heating system bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something alien to the estimable girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger's breadth through the slit in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent young lady did n't understand why soul would do that. What 's the point of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two tidings galvanized her mind. Chastity was a good lady friend. Yes, she 'd mystify in hassle, 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 inaugural step on that track as she balled up the scanty and shoved them into her annulus 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

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

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

Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my finger's breadth stroking through the snatch in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the wear ride. 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 want to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

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

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

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

Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small bosom quivered in my Andrew D. White bra. They were little A cups, not really needing the financial support, but a good woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistcloth of my panties and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my horn in. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heating plant that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't think of my vagina as a kitty-cat, but I could n't avail it. Bad young lady had pussies.

Was I a bad fille now ?

I stepped out of my pantie and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black step-in, the lace trim of the waistcloth caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the distich in my suitcase until they were facing the correct way. I stepped my the right way leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my entrust leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric prickling intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came animated. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my puss, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of unprovoked delight. I shuddered, my breast jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the step-in over my butt, the girdle riding low on my hip joint. My virgin sex clenched as a disgusting sensation rippled out of me.

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

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

I had some grooming to do.

wearing only my bad daughter scanty, I sauntered out of my bedchamber. I yanked open my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my nubile rose hip I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so surd. I tweaked them. Right there in the hall, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the quiver raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the john and closed the doorway behind me.

"sexual abstention, love,"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 footfall head. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. prep ? Eww.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My font was so champaign 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 duo of scissor hold. I unwound my braid, my golden lock spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

clipping. Snip. Snip.

My hair's-breadth fell to the floor, aureate strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder joint, creating something that was so chide and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my caput, watching my new locks dancing about my prankish face. I loved it. I pursed my brim, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought cleaning woman 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 froth and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my legs over the side of meat of the tub, feeling my wet pussy back talk parting. I could n't help but run a fingerbreadth up and down my folds. I did n't have a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my bike years ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom 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 observe my fingers plunging in and out of my snatch. I stirred my slit up. He would gaze at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a yucky thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet cream off my fingers, loving the flavour, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in garden pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad miss 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 flock across my sensible vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me feel more and more medium down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so vivid. I held my pussy against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"pa, daddy, yes !"I howled.

commiseration he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my darling pair of step-in. Now they felt right to fag. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so mischievous as I strolled out of the lavatory topless and headed back to my chamber, my hips swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even momma ? Maybe she 'd take a crap me eat her pussy.

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

I was disappointed with my wearable selection. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was black and the brusk skirt I had. It fell to my knees. My genu ! God, I was such a square, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

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

I got the hang of driving very quick. I was trusted daddy would forgive me for that one footling dent. I 'd suck his cock to seduce it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, ready to switch my life sentence. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new press, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my centre. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

My tit were so knockout, pressing against the figurehead 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 pink Chic, the trendy clothing station I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the everlasting thing. I spotted a myopic dungaree skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a total darkness belly shirt that had no arm. 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 denude off my old clothes. I left them in a atomic pile on the floor. I did n't need those boring thing any longer. I ripped the rag off my new dungaree skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thighs. My slit felt so rouse, the air kissing my shave brim. I slid the jean dame up and up over my fanny.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my build. I shuddered, loving how scant it was. If I bent over, boys would get a short peek at my panties. Would they notice there was no genital organ ?

I was so bore to find oneself out.

I paused to slip my redress hand underneath my bird and slide my digits through the slit in my panty'voider. I stroked my juicy twat lips, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in pleasure. I shuddered and then pulled my digit out.

No metre to wank ; I had more things to steal.

A fast tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my headspring. I had to exercise it down, the cloth molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my minuscule teat outlined by the thin material. It clung to my modest titties, leaving naught to the resourcefulness. My silken, insipid stomach was exposed, my precious bellybutton just begging for care. With my shortstop, baseless hair, I looked so wicked.

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

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

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the watercourse of the shopping centre 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my side by side destination. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my helping hand beneath my dame right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A foul kick shot through me as I headed into Bath and ravisher joy. It had a huge collection of physical composition. I was most worry in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant ghost. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My regard 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 prevaricator go, do n't you chastity ?"

I rolled my eyes. Bad missy should require to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the constitution. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so bore for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many unlike ways I could paint my lips. Some were hapless. Why would I need to go with a slightly dissimilar tone of garden pink ? But there were other ones ... Reds so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had melanize.

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

I grabbed the Negro lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were utile. I had a racy office I could hide out affair. I groaned as the constringe tube of lipstick pressed against my Virgin pussy sassing. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, risque ripples tingling down to my toes. My pelvic arch shook in my dungaree skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

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

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the name of the coloring but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the dim lip rouge subway even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My breast quivered in my belly shirt. My tit throbbed so practically. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My puss was so sensitive. I could n't waitress to take my first shaft inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy do it me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big rooster. He would fill me up more than than these lipstick thermionic vacuum tube. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were steamy with my succus. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

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

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick thermionic vacuum tube. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a tertiary, but I was getting worried about getting that first one out. My fingerbreadth could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be trade good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye dark, palming the slender case in my helping hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My cheeks burned as the ecstasy rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her sound, a wave.

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

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the computer storage. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's client, my slit getting teased by those lip rouge tubes 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 dame way and fished out both electron tube of lipstick from my pussy. I had a footling bother getting out the black tube-shaped structure, my fingers slipping on the smoothen lance. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless scanty massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot form. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard yank, I wrenched out the racy lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my pocketbook. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me calculate so mischievous. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a pallette with several shades on it. I selected a dark blue-grey hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my green deepness flavor so smoky.

I fluttered my eyelash, loving the look. I was such a bad, bad little girl. A gamy tremble raced through me.

constitution was done, It was clip to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie store that had a"personal massager"division. They sold them to ease"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet choice of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly gamey ones you would find at a sex workshop, but I could definitely find myself my number 1 vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few early womanhood who were browsing the brassieres. 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 plaything, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a couple of body and wand massagers, packaged to appear like traditional therapy item instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few ally whose mothers had those. On the rear shelf were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like chummy shafts. A fleshy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the presentation model. 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 calamus of the vibrator pushed into my Virgo the Virgin twat.

My pussy back talk spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so very much thicker than my finger's breadth. Than the lipstick subway system. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the wand of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my intimation quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the final stage inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully entire. Was this what it would feel like to ingest a tool in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't jazz who it should be.

My beginner ?

He was soul a bad girl would screw. He was at home. I did call for to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the midst vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a wonderful delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything amiss. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an wire frisson seemed to activate from my new favorite panties. My fingerbreadth fluttered as I sauntered out of the shop into the shopping centre traffic.

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

My head snapped to the right field to see the stiff and marvellous form of a police officer advancing on me. He had obscure fuzz, a wooden-headed mustache on his speed lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My snatch clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

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

"We just call for you to come with us, miss,"a second base cop said. He was improbable and big-shouldered, a John Brown goatee framing his thick and hefty mouth. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his head, that senior high and tight carrier. A shiver 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 recently. I ca n't help you. Sorry."

The cop with a moustache, his name tag recitation Murphy, seized my ripe arm."Do n't reject, miss."

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

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

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security department footage of you walking out of garden pink modishness in the skirt and top you stole off the stand. I bet that 's not the alone matter we 're going to regain that you 've stolen."

"So do n't resist, miss,"said the military officer with a goatee. His epithet tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to consume to ... wound such a somewhat thing."

This wicked shiver ran through me as police officer Murphy pulled both my wrist behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right wrist. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other manacle on my left radiocarpal joint, binding my paw together.

I trembled, arrested like a truthful bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no idea of the loathsome things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest interpreter I could. I could feel the pussy juices 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."lilliputian slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. fountainhead, missy, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can break down the law. There are consequences."

"Punishments,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two bull marched me through the shopping centre. Each one gripped my arm, their helping hand so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My mamilla rubbed into the thin cloth of my crop top, sending fantastic chill down to my pussy.

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

Our journey ended at a belittled supplementary police station for the promenade. Just a slight waiting elbow room no openhanded than a bus stop, a place for a couple of cop stationed at the mall to give back to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cellphone in there. I shuddered as military officer Murphy pulled out a set of paint and unlocked the enceinte door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, trollop ?"asked police officer Lassiter as he led me through."A actual one since hussy is the perfect word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real name for the report,"policeman white potato said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just hold to make me talk,"I moaned as they opened a second doorway onto a small interrogation room. There was a alloy table in there, a twosome of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"Better pat her down,"said Officer Murphy."You want to take mellow or low ?"

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a pair of prissy titties. Young and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the pinch of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. Gasps and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so gruelling on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little lead dancing across my vision as an galvanic surge shot through me.

Officer white potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my dungaree skirt. With a hard Yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my black pantie with their two Book written in those bold, white 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 mamilla through my top. He twisted them, rubbing the framework into my nubs.

"Well appear at that,"policeman Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my slit, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a import."I found what she stole out of A Lady 's Friend,"officeholder tater said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

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

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

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

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

I trembled as officeholder Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my pussycat. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like cypher I 'd ever imagine. My fingers twitched as my integral body trembled.

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

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

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

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

I gasped as he did n't withdraw off my crop top—how could he with my manpower cuffed—instead, he just ripped the battlefront unfastened. The thin fabric torus while the muscularity in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How mighty. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight burst from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as officer potato yanked down my bad girl step-in, sliding them down my wooden leg until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my jackass. More drops of pussycat juices dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my horseshoe as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth River. My dead, wild fuzz swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer Irish potato. His manus planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my teat kissing the cold, metallic surface. I gasped at his potency as he pinned me there. Being incapacitated made me feel unbelievable. My digit flexed, my wrist pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the root word of the vibrator again.

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

scag !

Stinging pain exploded across my ass. My snatch clenched down so heavy on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging pain burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a footling girl, I wished my daddy did it more often.

This was so exciting.

whirl !

police officer Lassiter spanked his broad bridge player on my leave behind butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain sensation burned through me, only increasing the joy building my snatch. The vibrator carried me towards my sexual climax so fast. I was out of control.

nose drops !

"Such a naughty, fucking slattern !"

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

CRACK !

nose drops !

pass !

Their mitt fell over and over. There barely was a chance for the stinging pain to fade before the future spank landed. My cunt drank in the heat, transforming it into rapture. It flux with the buzzing pleasure rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

smack !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

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

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

SMACK !

cranny !

My pussycat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after waving of bliss flooded from my twat. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my body. The rapture drowned my mind. Stars burst across visual sense while darkness rippled around the bound. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flare pain to the mighty spanks landing over and over on my juicy rump.

tang !

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 bother, the two swirling together to create a tempest interior of me. A tempest of pure ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipple rubbed against the frigidity steel of the enquiry table.

"I 'm a bad lady friend !"I howled, the pleasance rippling through me over and over. It did n't block off. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no idea that one orgasm could spill into another. My fumbling onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the joy a bad girl got to experience.

The stark transport of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my fucking God, yes ! hold spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalise me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked stealer !"

"Goddamn, this little fornicatress 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 wear. I blinked as Officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the former side of the interrogation table from the early cop, naked, his body all severely muscles. He seized my short, blonde hair's-breadth and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His cock.

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

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My face 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. Officer Murphy was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular soundbox of his. I just knew it. Would he roll in the hay my Virgo the Virgin twat with his heavy pecker ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first dick while I sucked on another shaft ?

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

My anal ring widened to immerse it. The buzzing rapture buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around police officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking unvoiced as I squealed.

Officer spud rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm fit inside of me, my pussycat writhing about the gumshoe taking my virginity. I had my first-class honours degree cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my center shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my kitty, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the frigid table.

"Goddamn, this fornicatress knows how to sop up cock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

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

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's cock as Officer Irish potato fucked my spasming kitty-cat. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sensations melting down to my cunt stuffed wide of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. Wave after Wave of joy rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time Officer Murphy slammed into my cunt, his genitals smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a small bit deeper into me. My finger's breadth flexed, my wrists pulling on the handlock. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my rosehip, stirring my convulsing slit around 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 desperate hunger on ship's officer Lassiter 's pecker. Drool ran out of the quoin of my sassing, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so voiceless. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to find it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish thirstiness. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer spud 's big stick rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after sexual climax flooded through me.

It was the estimable in the earth. Sex was amazing. My ass burned with every wallop of Officer white potato 's privates. He spanked me every fourth dimension he fucked into my gamy cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little pap drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the slap of form on flesh. The wicked noises echoed through the pocket-sized interrogation room.

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

"God fucking damn,"policeman Murphy growled."What a soused puss. Oh, god, I ca n't demand much more of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her twat ! Just flood the little whore !"officer Lassiter gripped my hair's-breadth, pulling on it. anguish blaze up in my scalp."Yes !"

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

I loved it.

My pussy spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my natural language. A marvelous spurt splashed right on my tongue. The salty delectation melted through my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my boldness ! Use me like a piece of tail whore !"

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

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"officer spud slammed deep into me."piece of tail !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his mania splashing against my depths. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz. The acute moving ridge of raptus swept through me as a man filled my nubile bitch with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my look, my cunt milked police officer Murphy 's prick dry. His hand 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 girl, was n't I ?"I giggled."I seduced two cop to fuck me while on duty."

Officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The doorway opened, cutting off policeman Irish potato.

"What are you two ..."The deep vox of the freshman trailed off.

I glanced over my articulatio humeri to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved capitulum. He stared at me, eyes narrowing. police officer Murphy ripped his shaft out of my spasming puss, 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,"policeman Murphy said.

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag read Officer Washington D.C.. The Negro cop stared at me."What did the piffling slut steal ? Your cum ?"

Officer Murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the dress on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a little crime fling before we caught her."

"commodity thing you found her and stopped her,"ship's officer American capital said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her shit ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

Officer Washington chuckled."She is a revolting, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The thick rumble of Officer Evergreen State 's words made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a liberal body, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony tegument. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a monstrosity of a hawkshaw. He dwarfed both the White cops and the vibrator churning up my son of a bitch. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said policeman capital of the United States."Little, White slut wants my big, Black dick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

nose drops ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A wicked kick shot through me. He was going to gorge that massive tool up my asshole. I groaned, my fingerbreadth flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely zilch I could do to break off him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my snatch as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

"Bet her dad loves her,"Officer Irish potato said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

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

officeholder Washington ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all whizz in my depressed half. My bunghole clenched, my body shaking. I became so cognisant of the cold tabular array beneath my physical structure. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

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

I whimpered.

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

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

My asshole flared in hurting as it stretched wide enough to take his immense, Black dick. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning warmth rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my minuscule titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White young woman ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My kitty-cat was already spasming. Another coming rippled through me, my arsehole celebrating his monolithic peter filling me. Only a bad missy could take a rooster that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my rosehip, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my waist tight and then fucked me up and down his cock like a living sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his shaft pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the warmth flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two bull watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogation room, my Passion of Christ rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging pain in my larrup tail end flaring through me. It only added to the delight of his vast hammer 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 tool faster and faster. I could finger his strength, his large finger holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two paw. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the albumen hussy do. They love my big, Black putz stretching out their stiff holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, succus and cum spilling down my second joint. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his putz in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his stopcock. This was the right in the cosmos. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could secern he loved my mother fucker. He worked me up and down that big, Black ray. My back arched, my little tit jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so severely, aching to be filled with anything. So covetous of my asshole.

The delight burned through my thinking. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new sheets of fervidness racing through me. I burned. rapture consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living lie with doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his cock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, hurting flaring across my fanny. I bounced forward, my gut sliding up his cock as his subdivision held me loose now. It was like I was a golf shot. His hip plowed into me toilsome now. He pounded my bunghole with even more vigor.

"Oh, my bang god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from raptus ! bread and butter fucking me ! Do n't stop !"

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

to a greater extent coming than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, raptus enrapture in bliss and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my imagination. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't direct it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

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

I swayed through the darkness. The rapture buffeted me from every English. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in disco biscuit. I felt something poise against me. My son of a bitch was vacate, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the examination table before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer Washington."That was a physical exertion. Her ass was tighter than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the little woman of the street ?"said Officer spud."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the study 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 bitch. Why would we let you go ?"

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

"We 'll clean you up,"said ship's officer WA, his spokesperson growing stiff.

I laughed. My cuff mountain chain rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the tiniest ghost of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to gaol for molesting an distaff prisoner ?"

ship's officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just reckon all the former opportunity you will get to becharm me being naughty. You 'll accept to spank me. Tie me up. screwing me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking red cent,"officeholder Washington 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 shopping centre 's small law post wearing my bad fille panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my snatch. I wore one of their law jersey, feeling naughty that I had their department logo printed across my diminutive boob. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second base skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

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

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

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

Its newest creation was set up. It was an matter to dyad of panty. It was actually virgin. A easygoing T. H. White, the waistband trimmed in ticklish lace, a unmarried Holy Writ printed in princess-pink letter across the rump, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The figure smiled. It was time to have more fun. Another girl needed another racy duo of panties.

To be continued in the next narration of Mind-Controlling Panties ...