Mind-Control panty

Story pentad : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The anatomy was n't at its usual place to discharge off a pair of its special world.

The nondescript word form slipped in through the crowds at the First Baptists Christian church 's dress drive. The pattern wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of masses dropping off dress in boxes, trash udder, and sometimes loose agglomerate. The articles were dumped onto board to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in motivation. The figure was inspired to leave this twosome of scanty here. It was the arrant topographic point for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solid black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one singular feature : they were crotchless. lacing also surrounded the slit in the panty'gusset, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the lucky girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good girlfriend. The complete one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one whiteness and bold."Bad lady friend"they read.

With a pic of its wrist, the figure dropped the panties into a pile of clothing. Soon a female child, eighteen, would go far to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sugariness, blond daughter with her hair falling in a long twist on her back, arrived to meet up the side by side load of dress to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by size and eccentric. There were laundry handbasket waiting behind her, ready to receive 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 fulfilled. It gave the young woman such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothing was not one of the thing 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 chill raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the risque pair of panty she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old young lady shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton champion was something stranger to the good fille. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

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

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

Those two words galvanized her mind. Chastity was a serious girl. Yes, she 'd gotten in worry, 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 get-go whole tone on that course as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her doll 's pouch. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's article of clothing drive.

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

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Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the scanty, my finger's breadth stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the wearable driveway. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so ride. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't want to get into something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Lord's Day, and I was back from cockcrow Service. I had changed out of my pink garb, standing only in my bra and panty now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening religious service. All I could remember about during church service was the panties.

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

A shuddering, galvanising prickling raced on my finger demanded that I don them.

impertinence burning, I set the panty down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my Stanford White bra. They were slight A cups, not really needing the support, but a beneficial womanhood wore her bra. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the girdle of my panty and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the aroma was coming from the wet high temperature that had engulfed my kitty. I should n't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my pantie and set them with forethought on my bed. I grabbed the black panties, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my digit. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right field leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The galvanic tingles intensified.

Everywhere the fabric touched me came alive. A crackling mavin surged up my peg and reached my puss, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of promiscuous pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my pelvic arch. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sentiency rippled out of me.

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

That was n't redress. What was the point of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calm air settling upon me. A bad girl did n't postulate pubic hair. A bad young woman was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small breast did n't need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

wear only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open air my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a careen to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so severely. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the quiver raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so manifestly 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 twosome of scissors. I unwound my twist, my gilt locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

snipping. clip. Snip.

My hairsbreadth fell to the floor, prosperous strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder joint, creating something that was so ragged and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new curl dancing about my mischievous typeface. I loved it. I pursed my backtalk, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought adult female should have farsighted hair.

Not me.

I did n't wish 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 bath. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my rigorous pussy lips parting. I could n't help but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't make a hymen. I 'd broken that riding my cycle long time ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The john door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and hitch me. He could see me being a bad, bad girlfriend. He could watch out my digit plunging in and out of my pussycat. I stirred my puss 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 pleasance rippled through me. It was wonderful.

I sucked the sweet cream off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to exercise. I coated my pubic hair's-breadth in pink froth and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor flock across my tender vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me find more and more sensitive down there. When I turned on the faucet to dampen away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my pussycat against the menstruation of body of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"dad, daddy, yes !"I howled.

commiseration he did n't usher up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt right to wear. I could experience the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so skanky as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my sleeping room, my hip swaying from position to side. Why could n't daddy ingest caught me ? Or even mama ? Maybe she 'd make me eat her pussy.

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

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

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

I got the hang of driving real quick. I was sure dada would forgive me for that one fiddling dent. I 'd suck up his rooster to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, set to commute my life. I needed war paint, 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 interestingness in my optic. They grinned and nodded to each early as they noticed me.

My pap were so hard, pressing against the straw man of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every gradation. Oh, God, it was pleasant-tasting. But I had to get out of this tarp I was wearing. My blouse was so loose-fitting. How could anyone see how hot I was in this ?

I sauntered into Pink Chic, the trendy clothing space I 'd always seen but never dared to figure before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short jean skirt, the textile looking like it would hug me pissed. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a melanize belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size of it 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a muckle on the story. I did n't need those ho-hum things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new dungaree chick then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so charge up, the air kissing my shaved backtalk. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my rump.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my frame. I shuddered, loving how light it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peek at my step-in. Would they notice there was no genitals ?

I was so eagre to see out.

I paused to slip my right handwriting underneath my skirt and slide my digits through the dent in my panty'gusset plate. I stroked my juicy snatch lips, sending a wicked frisson through me. My raw white meat jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my digit out.

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

A spry tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to process it down, the fabric molding around my trunk. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breast, my small nipples outlined by the flimsy material. It clung to my small titties, leaving nothing to the mental imagery. My aerodynamic, flat stomach was exposed, my precious bellybutton just begging for tending. With my unforesightful, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any piece of tail, I opened the changing room doorway and sauntered out like I owned these dress. I threaded my way through the fund, navigating the clothing racks. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my succeeding destination. My pussy clenched, a repellant flush racing through me. I shoved my bridge player beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A implike thrill shot through me as I headed into bathing tub and dish delectation. It had a huge accumulation of makeup. I was most interested in some lip rouge. I needed to do something about my pale, pink sass. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the man just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbid section. The post my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many different shipway I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I desire to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were early unity ... Reds so bright they practically screamed harlot. Purples. They even had dim.

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

I grabbed the Shirley Temple Black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my wench. The crotchless panties were utile. I had a racy place I could hide things. I groaned as the peg down tube of lipstick pressed against my virtuous pussy sassing. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty rippling tingling down to my toes. My rose hip shook in my dungaree skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

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

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

smiling, I snagged up the Passion of Christ fruit Red, hating the name of the people of colour but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My puss was so sensitive. I could n't look to accept my first hammer inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would fill me up Thomas More than these lipstick electron tube. I pulled my finger's breadth away, loving how they were glutinous with my juices. I brought them to my wind, inhaling my seraphic musk.

"God, I smell delightful,"I moaned.

I popped my finger's breadth in my mouth. I sucked on them. My tongue danced around them like they were many tool, cleaning up my pick. Such a yummy thrill.

My pussy clenched around the two lip rouge tubes. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a one-third, but I was getting disquieted about getting that offset one out. My digit could only get to so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be good enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender showcase in my mitt. I sauntered out, the vacuum tube of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My cheek burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the clerk, sitting bored the retort and staring at her phone, a wave.

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

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the memory. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customers, my twat getting teased by those lip rouge electron tube shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could amount just from walking around with clobber 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 lip rouge from my snatch. I had a little fuss getting out the black tube, my finger's breadth slipping on the liquid beam of light. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot figure. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard yank, I wrenched out the risque lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juice. I decided to go with the red, dropping the Shirley Temple into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so brilliant and scarlet. It made me depend so wicked. I opened the eye vestige, seeing a palette with respective wraith on it. I selected a sullen blue-grey hue and swept it across my upper eyelid. They made my park depths flavour so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the flavor. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty shake raced through me.

makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a intimate apparel shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to relieve"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet survival of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly racy ones you would receive at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first gear vibrator.

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

I reached the toy dog, smiling. My oculus flicked up and down them. There were a couple of body and wand massagers, packaged to search like traditional therapy particular instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few booster whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the true sex plaything. The vibrators that were shaped like thick light beam. A fleshy dildo made me grinning.

I groaned when I saw the display poser. It was silver, so wonderfully lustrous. 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, slipperiness shaft of the vibrator pushed into my Virgo the Virgin twat.

My twat back talk spread around it, my puss 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 puss. It was like naught I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick tube-shaped structure. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the threshold of an coming. My center fluttered, my breather quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the shoemaker's last in into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully replete. Was this what it would feel like to bear a cock in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my first guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad girl would fuck. He was at home. I did require to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the midst vibrator shifting around my puss. I groaned, every stair a wonderful delight. I moved through the shop, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just push aside me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrified bang seemed to spark off from my new favorite panties. My finger's breadth fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the mall traffic.

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

My head snapped to the right to see the impregnable and tall build of a police ship's officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a fatheaded mustache on his upper berth lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My puss clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

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

"We just need you to make out with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a chocolate-brown goatee framing his thick and powerful lips. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his head, that high gear and wet crew cut. A shudder rippled through me, my pussycat clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

"missy, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink swank in the skirt and top you stole off the single-foot. I bet that 's not the only matter we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked shiver ran through me as Officer spud pulled both my wrist joint behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuff. I gasped as the first handcuff slapped on my ripe radiocarpal joint. I felt the sting annoyance and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left articulatio radiocarpea, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no idea of the implike things I 've done,"I purred in the sexiest representative I could. I could palpate the snatch juice dripping out of me, A drop-off landed on the floor between my feet. My ointment must be running down the vibrator.

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

"penalisation,"growled police officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their mitt so warm. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clitoris ached, the lace of the crotchless scanty brushing my petty bud as I swayed my articulatio coxae. My tit rubbed into the lose weight material of my crop top, sending tremendous tingle down to my pussy.

They were both so warm. So young and powerful. I licked my lips, feeling the bendable content of the lipstick. My small breasts quivered, their middle falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a little auxiliary police station for the mall. Just a little wait room no bigger than a bus stop, a place for a mates of cops stationed at the mall to give to on their jailbreak. It probably had a holding electric cell in there. I shuddered as military officer murphy pulled out a set of key and unlocked the fleshy door. It creaked open, my snatch gripping the vibrator as a unholy shudder raced through me.

"You got a name, slut ?"asked military officer Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since Slut is the perfect give-and-take for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

"Then you 'll just induce to nominate me verbalise,"I moaned as they opened a moment door onto a small interrogation room. There was a alloy table in there, a pair of electric chair around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

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

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."Sluts got herself a brace of nice tit. Young and business firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

"Maybe,"I moaned as his work force cupped my tit through my top.

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my breasts. My nipple throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. gasp and moans burst from my lip as I trembled there. My puss clenched so grueling on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, minuscule whiz dancing across my vision as an electric surge guess through me.

ship's officer Murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my denim skirt. With a hard Yankee-Doodle, he ripped it down. He exposed my black panty with their two Scripture written in those boldface, white letters. He chuckled, his hired hand stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, they adore me,"I moaned, my radiocarpal 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 lifespan.

I trembled as police officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever think. My fingers twitched as my entire body trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"Officer Murphy asked, his finger sliding around the buzzing shaft shoved in my cunt. His finger's breadth stroked over my petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, slut ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my harvest top—how could he with my deal cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front loose. The thin out material torus while the muscularity in his sleeve bulged. My puss clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how inviolable he was. How mightily. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of ravish burst from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer Murphy yanked down my bad young lady panty, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. more drops of purulent juice dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and forth. My shortstop, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shrinkage, Slut,"growled military 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 coldness, metallic surface. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel incredible. My fingerbreadth flexed, my wrist pulling at the metal cuffs.

He twisted the home of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz gamey ?"I howled as it churned away inside of me. The humming intensified. Darkness already fuzzed the edge of my vision. My orgasm built and built inside my gamey cunny. My eighteen-year-old twat squeezed down on the perplex toy massaging my inside. My snatch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

stinging annoyance exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so severe on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging painful sensation burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a little little girl, I wished my dad did it more often.

This was so exciting.

sally !

policeman Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my remaining butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging bother burned through me, only increasing the delight building my kitty-cat. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

tang !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

CRACK !

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

tang !

offer !

smacking !

CRACK !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy loose woman !"

shot !

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

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

slap !

shot !

My kitty-cat convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of blissfulness flooded from my slit. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my torso. The rapture drowned my mind. Stars burst across vision while darkness rippled around the border. My wrist joint pull against the handlock, adding another flair pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

skag !

crack cocaine !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged blissfulness through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to make a storm inside of me. A tempest of pure ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My toilsome mammilla rubbed against the cold blade of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad girl !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't check. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't consider it. I had no idea that one orgasm could shed into another. My fumbling onanism had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasure a bad girl got to receive.

The virtuous ecstasy of being naughty.

nose drops !

quip !

"Oh my nooky God, yes ! Keep spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! penalize me ! I stole ! I 'm a disgustful thief !"

"Goddamn, this petty slattern has a set of lungs on her,"policeman Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the adjacent spank, I heard the rustling of wearable. I blinked as officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the interrogation table from the early cop, naked, his body all hard brawn. He seized my short, blonde hair and yanked my head a few inches towards ...

His turncock.

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

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

I sucked hard. My impudence hollowed about the cop 's pecker. Precum spilled salty across my tongue. I whimpered, my burning ass clenching. This was so raving mad. So gamy. 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 fuck my virgin kitty with his strong cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my low dick while I sucked on another stopcock ?

I gasped as Officer Murphy ripped the vibrator out of my puss. I was suddenly so empty-bellied. I whimpered, needing something filling my goofball. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my butt brass. Against my asshole. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my Virgo the Virgin rectum.

My anal ring widened to steep it. The buzz rapture buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around military officer Lassiter 's big cock, sucking gruelling as I squealed.

policeman Murphy rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another coming burst inside of me, my pussy writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my initiative peter in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silken flesh as I squeezed my optic shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my arsehole, rippling out of my puss, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold table.

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

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

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as Officer murphy fucked my spasming snatch. My asshole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling whiz melting down to my bitch stuffed total of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't end. wave after wafture of delectation rippled through me as the two bull punished me. Every metre Officer Murphy slammed into my cunt, his genitalia smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a small bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrist joint pulling on the manacle. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing pussy around officer Murphy 's big peter. I wanted the cop spurting into my puss. I wanted to experience that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such despairing thirst on Officer Lassiter 's cock. tosh ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

"God fucking red cent,"Officer Murphy growled as he fucked my twat."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 imbibe it all down, are n't you, slattern ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so firmly. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted to experience it spurting into my backtalk. I sucked with such hectic hunger. My bunghole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while police officer Murphy 's big stick rammed into my cunt. climax after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every encroachment of ship's officer Murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every fourth dimension he fucked into my naughty cunt. I squealed, the manacle rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little teat drank in the cold surface of the interrogation table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the smacking of physique on flesh. The wicked interference echoed through the humble interrogation room.

The pig grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both sides. My middle squeezed shut, stars dancing through the darkness. My thinker drowned. How much more of this could I involve ? My cunt convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"officer Murphy growled."What a fuddled cunt. Oh, god, I ca n't take much more of this pussy."

"screw cum in her jackass ! Just flood the little harlot !"military officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his hammer out of my mouth and erupted. chopper jizz splashed across my face. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his passion. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty ejaculate running down to my lips. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my get-go taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

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

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

"God fucking damn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his muscular bureau rising and falling. He sank down to the hot seat, his face flushed."Christ, you know how to blow a cock."

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"officer potato slammed deep into me."Fuck !"

"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 formal smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his mania splashing against my profundity. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded jet after spurt of jizz. The vivid wave of rapture swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As ship's officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my aspect, my cunt milked Officer Murphy 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my pelvic arch, gripping me as he grunted with each good time. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

military officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer white potato.

"What are you two ..."The recondite representative of the newcomer trailed off.

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

"Just dealing with a booster, Mac,"Officer Murphy said.

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

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

"Good affair you found her and stopped her,"police officer Washington said, unbuckling his gun smash."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her arse ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

SMACK !

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

military officer American capital chuckled."She is a wicked, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

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

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

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said police officer Washington."Little, White person adulteress wants my big, Black pecker reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

"I told you to be still,"growled policeman Murphy.

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

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is aegir for it,"police officer George Washington growled.

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

"Bet her daddy loves her,"military officer spud said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

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

Officer capital of the United States ripped the vibrator out of my asshole and tossed the buzzing toy to the story. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my lower half. My whoreson clenched, my body shaking. I became so cognisant of the frigid mesa beneath my physical structure. My small titty drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

Strong hands snap up my waist. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the black man lifted me up. He held me, my fuzz dangling before me. A drop of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the tabular array. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my cranny up his dick until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a midst, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

My whoreson flared in nuisance as it stretched spacious enough to postulate his Brobdingnagian, Black dick. He lanced so oceanic abyss in me. My gut clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little breast jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spit falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my cocksucker celebrating his massive dick filling me. Only a bad girlfriend could take a prick that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my pelvic arch, 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 peter pumping in and out of my arsehole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the interrogation way, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his genitalia, the stinging pain in my spanked rump flaring through me. It only added to the delectation of his vast peter sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowel gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could feel his persuasiveness, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two deal. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the white sluts do. They love my big, total darkness dick stretching out their nasty holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my thigh. My handlock rattled. It felt so astonishing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his pecker in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my delight rippling about his cock. This was the dependable in the world. I never wanted this to end.

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

The pleasure burned through my intellection. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my SOB station new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. transport consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any adept I could envisage. 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, annoyance flaring across my buttocks. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his cock as his weaponry held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His coxa plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

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

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

Thomas More orgasms than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the other, disco biscuit enrapture in walking on air and euphoria all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my imaginativeness. I howled. It was too much.

My horse sense could n't contract 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 watercourse of tinder basted me. I trembled, loving him. My bunghole writhed, milking his dick as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The ecstasy buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something poise against me. My whoreson was empty-bellied, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogatory tabular array before me.

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

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer American capital."That was a workout. Her ass was mean than a bankers fist."

"Only motion, what are we going to do with the short whore ?"said Officer Murphy."Still do n't lie with her name. We got to write this up in the composition somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my mother fucker. It ran down to my pussycat, mixing with officer white potato 's. police officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my typeface."What 's gon na happen when your master find out you all fucked me. Are you going to arrogate that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your bollock ? That I got it in a joker tacker and just squirted it up in all my holes."

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

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

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

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

"God fucking shit,"officer Capital groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the testicle ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't yearn before I was sauntering out of the shopping center 's small police force station wearing my bad little girl 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 tiny tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a 2d skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

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

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so happy it had the idea to create these pantie. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest creation was ready. It was an interesting brace of panties. It was actually vestal. A cushy white, the waistband trimmed in delicate lace, a single Christian Bible printed in princess-pink letters across the keister, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

The bod smiled. It was time to have more fun. Another girl needed another naughty duet of panties.

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