Mind-Control Panties

write up Five : Bad fille 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to Alex for beta reading material this !

The trope was n't at its usual plaza to drop off a dyad of its exceptional creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the first Baptists Church 's dress drive. The figure wove through the conservatively spruced up crowd of multitude dropping off clothes in boxes, trash bags, and sometimes loose piles. The clause were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The frame was inspired to pull up stakes this twosome of panties here. It was the pure position for them.

They were muted compared to the net few it had made. A unanimous black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the twat in the pantie'inset, allowing gamey entree to the kitty of the lucky girl who donned them.

sexual morality Reynolds was a good girl. The sodding one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one bloodless and boldface."Bad girl"they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the figure dropped the panties into a mint of clothing. Soon a girl, 18, would arrive to screen them. By then, the material body would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweetness, blonde girl with her hair falling in a yearn braid on her back, arrived to conglomerate up the next load of wearing apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizing and case. There were washing baskets waiting behind her, ready to receive the wear as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting post, bore to avail her church provide for those with need in her community of interests. It made her finger fulfilled. It gave the daughter such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid state oestrus bursting inside of her. The wanton superstar was something noncitizen to the commodity young woman. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lacing on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the prick in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent girlfriend did n't translate why someone would do that. What 's the spot of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

She turned them in her hand and gasped at the words printed in those sheer, all-capitalized letter of the alphabet."Bad little girl,"she breathed, reading the phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her creative thinker. Chastity was a unspoiled miss. Yes, she 'd become in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her Green River or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first tone on that track as she balled up the scanty and shoved them into her chick 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

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

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Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the pantie, my finger's breadth stroking through the pussy in the crotch. It was all I could suppose about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing ride. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two Word of God, Bad lady friend, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't steal. A Christian should n't require to put on something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to wear them.

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

What would it be like to fag out a duet that did n't sustain a crotch ?

A shuddering, electric automobile quiver raced on my fingers demanded that I don them.

cheek burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my white bra. They were piffling A cups, not really needing the bread and butter, but a good woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my scanty and rolled them off my rosehip. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the olfactory property was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my snatch. I should n't think of my vagina as a cunt, but I could n't help it. Bad girl had pussies.

Was I a bad young woman now ?

I stepped out of my panties and set them with precaution on my bed. I grabbed the bleak scanty, the lace trim of the waistband caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the yoke in my grip until they were facing the right way. I stepped my right hand leg through the reserve hollow. I groaned as I slid my go forth leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric automobile tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my pegleg and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a moan of wanton away pleasure. I shuddered, my tit jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my can, the waistband riding low on my hips. My Virgo the Virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

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

That was n't right. What was the tip of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad daughter did n't postulate pubic haircloth. A bad young woman was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small boob did n't involve it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some dressing to do.

wearing away only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedchamber. I yanked unfold my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a tilt to my nubile articulatio coxae I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My mamilla were so voiceless. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the toilet and closed the threshold behind me.

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

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was so plain and innocent. And what was up with this twist ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a dyad of scissors. I unwound my gold braid, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

clipping. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, favorable string fluttering to their decease. 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 ignition lock dancing about my wicked brass. I loved it. I pursed my backtalk, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought women should have foresighted hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the step-in, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink froth and my razor, then slid into the bath. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my tight pussy brim parting. I could n't aid but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't have a Hymen. I 'd broken that riding my cycle years ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my digit inside of my Virgo 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 lav room access was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad girl. He could watch my finger's breadth plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my puss up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a repellant thing.

A slut.

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

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

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my spiritualist vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair only made me feel more and more sensitive 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 piss, feeling it pouring into my slick depths.

"dad, dad, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't evidence up.

Dry and out of the bathtub, I pulled on my deary pair of panty. Now they felt right to wear upon. I could sense the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the puss. I felt so skanky as I strolled out of the can topless and headed back to my bedchamber, my articulatio coxae swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd gain me eat her pussy.

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

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

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

I got the knack of driving real quick. I was sure papa would forgive me for that one picayune dent. I 'd take up his cock to fix it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the shopping centre, gear up to change my life. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any son I passed, pursing my rim and letting them see the interest group in my heart. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into Pink Chic, the trendy habiliment situation I 'd always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the pure thing. I spotted a unforesightful jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeves. 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 despoil off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the floor. I did n't require those boring matter any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my branch. I shuddered as the jean rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my trim lips. I slid the jean bird up and up over my rump.

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

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my flop handwriting underneath my skirt and slide my finger through the slit in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy rim, sending a implike thrill through me. My bare breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

No clip to masturbate ; I had more things to steal.

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my nous. I had to play it down, the cloth molding around my trunk. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small mammilla outlined by the lose weight material. It clung to my small titties, leaving zero to the vision. My sleek, matted stomach was exposed, my cute umbilicus just begging for attending. With my short, raving mad pilus, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any shag, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the habiliment stand. I did n't even glance at the salesclerk.

In moments, I was past the sensor and out into the flow of the mall 's foot dealings. I sauntered to my next address. My cunt clenched, a wicked bang racing through me. I shoved my mitt 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 wicked frisson shot through me as I headed into bathroom and Beauty Delights. It had a huge collection of composition. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink sass. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden section. The spot my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so eager for this. I reached the video display, staring at all the different ones. There were so many colors. So many unlike ways I could paint my brim. Some were pathetic. Why would I want to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were former 1 ... Reds so bright they practically screamed sporting lady. purpleness. They even had black-market.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could slip. I was eager to find out.

I grabbed the blackened lip rouge first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless scanty were utilitarian. I had a naughty place I could hide things. I groaned as the constringe tubing of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy lip. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripple tingling down to my toes. My rose hip shook in my jean skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so sinful. I could just masturbate decently here.

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were affair designed for getting a girl off. There was one risque billet in the mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion fruit Red, hating the name of the colour but it was so blood-red. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the shameful lipstick tube even deeper into my depth. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so much. I stared up at the roof as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't wait to convey my first shaft inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big pecker. He would fill me up more than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my finger away, loving how they were sticky with my succus. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell yummy,"I moaned.

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

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

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender grammatical case in my hand. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how sinful they felt. My buttock burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the shop clerk, sitting bored the parry and staring at her telephone, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted wave back. She had no theme I had a pussy replete of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the moment I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customers, my kitty getting teased by those lip rouge tubes shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could hail just from walking around with hooey buried in my twat.

That was something I had to line up out next.

I ducked into the ma'am way and fished out both thermionic valve of lipstick from my twat. I had a short trouble getting out the Negroid electron tube, my digit slipping on the still shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lacing of the crotchless scanty massaging my brass knucks while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a hard Northerner, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my handbag. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my lips perfectly. They were just so bright and orange red. It made me look so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a pallet with respective ghost on it. I selected a sour bluish-grey hue and swept it across my amphetamine eyelids. They made my green profoundness look so smoky.

I fluttered my whiplash, loving the tone. I was such a bad, bad young woman. A naughty tremble 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"female stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly racy ones you would find at a sex workshop, but I could definitely find myself my number one vibrator.

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

I reached the miniature, smiling. My eyes flicked up and down them. There were a duad of eubstance and wand massagers, packaged to search like traditional therapy particular instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friends whose mothers had those. On the bottom shelf were the true up sex plaything. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shafts. A sarcoid dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the video display fashion model. 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, slick shaft of the vibrator pushed into my virgin twat.

My pussy brim spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my brake shoe. Wicked shiver raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my pussy. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingerbreadth. Than the lipstick tube. It kept going. It reached deeper and abstruse inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the brink of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my breathing spell quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the concluding inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to have a cock in me ? I could n't expect to regain out. I could n't await to love my start guy. I did n't get laid who it should be.

My father ?

He was mortal a bad missy would roll in the hay. He was at home. I did demand to take up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the fatheaded vibrator shifting around my pussy. I groaned, every step a marvelous delight. I moved through the store, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my pussy. These tingles raced through me, an electrified flush seemed to spark from my new best-loved panties. My fingerbreadth fluttered as I sauntered out of the memory into the center traffic.

"We need you to come with us, miss,"an definitive articulation said.

My head snapped to the right to see the strong and improbable form of a police officer advancing on me. He had dark hairsbreadth, a dense mustache on his upper lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

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

"We just need you to get along with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and big-shouldered, a dark-brown goatee framing his thick and knock-down lips. He had a fade buzzed into the side of his head, that high up and tight flattop. A quiver rippled through me, my cunt clenching down on the vibrator.

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

The cop with a mustache, his gens tag reading Murphy, seized my rightfield 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 taking into custody for distrust of shoplifting,"he said.

"Shoplifting ?"I gasped and feigned innocence."I do n't make out what you 're talking about."

"misfire, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink chichi in the wench and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the only thing we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked quiver ran through me as Officer Murphy pulled both my wrist joint behind my back. He held my men together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my correct wrist joint. I felt the stinging infliction and then heard the ratcheting strait as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the early cuff on my pull up stakes carpus, binding my hired hand together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

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

"Why am I not surprised,"said Officer Lassiter."fiddling loose woman like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't have in mind you can let on the law. There are consequences."

"penalty,"growled 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 bridge player so firm. I trembled between them, but not in fright. My kitty only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the thin fabric of my crop top, sending howling quiver down to my pussy.

They were both so substantial. So young and powerful. I licked my back talk, feeling the pliable substance of the lipstick. My small breasts quivered, their eyes falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small supplementary constabulary post for the center. Just a little waiting elbow room no bigger than a bus stop consonant, a spot for a couple of cops stationed at the promenade to give to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer potato pulled out a set of paint and unlocked the grievous door. It creaked open up, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a pixilated frisson raced through me.

"You got a gens, hussy ?"asked police officer Lassiter as he led me through."A tangible one since Slut is the thoroughgoing news for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

"Then you 'll just suffer to throw me peach,"I moaned as they opened a second door onto a low interrogation room. There was a metallic element table in there, a pair of chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"better pat her down,"said Officer tater."You want to look at high or low ?"

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."trollop got herself a duet of nice boob. offspring and firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the soupcon of a man on my breasts. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his laurel wreath into them. gasp and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so difficult on the vibrator. I swayed, my eyes fluttering, little hotshot dancing across my sight as an electric spate scene through me.

military officer white potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans skirt. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my lightlessness panties with their two words written in those bold, white letters. He chuckled, his script stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"fuck hell. Eighteen and stealing sex toy dog, huh ?"Officer Lassiter grinned at me as he twisted my pap."I bet your parents are sooooo proud."

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

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

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

I trembled as ship's officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my kitty-cat. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like cipher I 'd ever imagine. My finger's breadth twitched as my stallion eubstance trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to slip, huh ?"officer murphy asked, his fingerbreadth sliding around the buzzing rotating shaft shoved in my slit. His fingers stroked over my flower petal."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, adulteress ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my hired man cuffed—instead, he just ripped the figurehead overt. The slim framework tore while the muscles in his arms bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how potent he was. How sinewy. I whimpered, realizing just how lost I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of delight burst from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as ship's officer Murphy yanked down my bad young woman pantie, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my zany. Sir Thomas More bead of pussycat juices dribbled from the juicy toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my horseshoe as I whimpered and moaned, my pass tossing back and forth. My short, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shoplifting, Slut,"growled Officer spud. His hand planted into the middle of my rachis and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic surface. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me feel incredible. My finger flexed, my carpus pulling at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the home of the vibrator again.

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

SMACK !

sting pain exploded across my ass. My twat clenched down so hard on the buzzing rapture. The humming toy soothed away the stinging hurting burning across my tush. I had n't been spanked since I was a little female child, I wished my pappa did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his unspecific helping hand on my left wing butt-cheek. That terrific, stinging nuisance burned through me, only increasing the delight building my cunt. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

SMACK !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

CRACK !

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

hell dust !

wisecrack !

SMACK !

cleft !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy slovenly woman !"

CRACK !

"view 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 !"

SMACK !

cranny !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after undulation of bliss flooded from my pussy. Tsunamis of cristal flowed through my soundbox. The rapture drowned my nous. maven burst across imagination while darkness rippled around the edge. My carpus pulling against the handcuff, adding another flare pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

whirl !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged cloud nine through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to produce a storm interior of me. A tempest of unadulterated hug drug. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the inhuman blade of the interrogation table.

"I 'm a bad female child !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't halt. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no estimate that one orgasm could shed into another. My spoil masturbation had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasance a bad young woman got to receive.

The virtuous rapture of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my nookie God, yes ! proceed spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a wicked thief !"

"Goddamn, this little adulteress 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 whispering of clothing. I blinked as ship's officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the early side of the interrogative sentence table from the other cop, naked, his dead body all knockout muscles. He seized my unretentive, blonde hair and yanked my school principal a few column inch towards ...

His cock.

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

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. police officer tater was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular body of his. I just knew it. Would he fuck my virgin snatch with his severe cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first shaft while I sucked on another cock ?

I gasped as policeman Irish potato ripped the vibrator out of my pussy. I was suddenly so empty. I whimpered, needing something filling my twat. The pussy-coated, buzzing toy pressed between my hind end impertinence. Against my asshole. Before I even knew what was happening, he slammed it into my Virgo the Virgin rectum.

My anal ring widened to engross it. The buzz raptus buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around officeholder Lassiter 's big gumshoe, sucking gruelling as I squealed.

Officer tater rammed his putz into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm volley inside of me, my snatch writhing about the dick taking my virginity. I had my foremost dick in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my son of a bitch, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the frigidity table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to blow prick,"growled military officer Lassiter.

"You should try her slit !"groaned ship's officer Murphy."I 've never been in cunt this tight. Barely legal pussy is get !"

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

It was incredible.

The delight just would n't lay off. Wave after wave of delectation rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time Officer Murphy slammed into my snatch, his private parts smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a piddling bit deeper into me. My finger flexed, my carpus pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my nubile body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my pelvic girdle, stirring my convulsing slit around officer Irish potato 's big prick. I wanted the cop spurting into my pussy. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hunger on military officer Lassiter 's dick. Drool ran out of the niche of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

"I 'm going to flood your mouth with my cum, you little whore !"His chest swelled."You 're going to booze 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 hard. I wanted to pledge his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety frame while officer white potato 's big stick rammed into my cunt. climax after sexual climax flooded through me.

It was the best in the creation. Sex was amazing. My ass burned with every impact of Officer Murphy 's crotch. He spanked me every time he fucked into my naughty cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My minuscule nipple drank in the cold open of the interrogation tabular array. The wanton sounds of my blowjob mixed with the smack of flesh on flesh. The wicked noises echoed through the small examination room.

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

"God fucking shucks,"officer Murphy growled."What a soaked slit. Oh, god, I ca n't necessitate much more than of this pussy."

"screwing cum in her cuckoo ! Just flood the niggling prostitute !"Officer Lassiter gripped my haircloth, pulling on it. Pain flared in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his peter 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 source running down to my backtalk. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first gustatory modality of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My kitty spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my typeface. I opened my mouthpiece astray, thrusting out my spit. A wonderful spurt splashed right on my lingua. The salty delight melted through my perceptiveness buds.

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

"God fucking darn,"Officer Lassiter panted, his brawny breast rising and falling. He sank down to the hot seat, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to blow a cock."

"The screwing slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"military officer Murphy slammed deep into me."nooky !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

pleasance exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his Passion of Christ splashing against my depth. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded jet after spurt of jizz. The intense Wave of transport swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As ship's officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my grimace, my twat milked Officer Irish potato 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each blow. 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 pig to fuck me while on duty."

officeholder Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

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

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

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

Though he called the blackamoor cop"Mac,"his name tag read Officer Washington. The Joseph Black cop stared at me."What did the little trollop buy ? Your cum ?"

officeholder potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her motherfucker, the apparel on the floor, and who knows what else. She was on a little crime spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

relish !

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

Officer capital of the United States chuckled."She is a wicked, trivial crud, is n't she ?"

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

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

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a extensive eubstance, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his Diospyros ebenum tegument. I gasped when he shoved down his pants. He had a colossus of a putz. He dwarfed both the White cops and the vibrator churning up my shit. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"facial expression at her wiggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, Caucasian jade wants my big, Shirley Temple shaft reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

skag ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A foul thrill shot through me. He was going to farce that monumental peter up my SOB. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my cunt as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

"Bet her pa loves her,"police officer Murphy said."Bet she sucks his cock every night."

I would. right wing beneath mom 's nose. I 'd be such a bad, bad girl.

police officer 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 sensation in my small half. My dickhead clenched, my consistency shaking. I became so aware of the cold table beneath my body. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

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

I whimpered.

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

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

My SOB flared in pain in the neck as it stretched wide enough to select his immense, Negro dick. He lanced so abstruse in me. My intestine clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little titty jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his fork. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White fille ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My snatch was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his monumental dick filling me. Only a bad girl could take a cock that vast back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my hips, stirring myself around them as I dangled in his grip.

He gripped my 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 hawkshaw pumping in and out of my bunghole. My writhing physical body gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the former two cops watched and chuckled. My groan echoed through the examination elbow room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his genitals, the stinging pain in my larrup fanny flaring through me. It only added to the delectation of his immense cock sliding in and out of me. My velvety bowels gripped them as they spasmed, drinking in the friction.

Bright sparks exploded across my sight. My forefront tossed back and Forth River. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his shaft faster and faster. I could feel his strong point, his large fingers holding me. He practically encircled my waist with his two hands. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the White person sluts do. They love my big, Black dick stretching out their loaded holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my thighs. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my dickhead. I squeezed my oculus shut, trembling, my delight rippling about his cock. This was the best in the world. I never wanted this to end.

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

The pleasance burned through my intellection. An ecstatic brilliance devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole sent new sheets of fire racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any ace I could guess. I was just his sex toy. His living shag doll.

Then he fucked me.

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

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

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

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

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking tinker's dam !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's touchwood fired in my shit. Dimly, at the edges of my awareness, I felt the saccade of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot watercourse 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 side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My arse was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation tabular array before me.

He fucked me so knockout I 'd drop off it. Only a bad girl could receive that.

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted officer Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was slopped than a bankers fist."

"Only question, what are we going to do with the piffling lady of pleasure ?"said policeman Murphy."Still do n't know her name. We got to save this up in the report somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So a lot of Officer Washington 's cum leaked out of my mother fucker. It ran down to my cunt, mixing with Officer Murphy 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my fount."What 's gon na bechance when your superordinate find out you all fucked me. Are you going to take 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 officer Washington, his voice growing stiff.

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

military officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just conceive of all the other probability you will get to catch me being gamey. You 'll let to spank me. Tie me up. Fuck me."I shrugged."You ca n't do that from prison. Unless you want to be the one getting fucked."

"God fucking damn,"Officer Booker T. Washington groaned."Why does a prostitute always know when she has you by the Lucille Ball ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the shopping mall 's small police station wearing my bad girl panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my twat. 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 second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to savour being a bad girl.

Daddy would be intimate the new me. And so would all the early boys.

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The figure chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant winner. It was so glad it had the estimation to create these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its raw innovation was ready. It was an interesting pair of panties. It was actually virginal. A soft white, the sash trimmed in delicate lace, a single word printed in princess-pink letters across the rump, each one drawn in a convolution of cursive.

Curious ?

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

To be continued in the side by side tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...