Mind-Control panty

Story Five : Bad fille 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

tone : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The trope was n't at its common place to drop off a couple of its peculiar creations.

The characterless form slipped in through the crowd at the First Baptist church service 's clothes drive. The build wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off clothes in boxes, Methedrine bag, and sometimes lax piles. The clause were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with to a lesser extent and in need. The figure was inspired to pull up stakes this pair of pantie here. It was the perfective place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A square black colouring material, waistband trimmed in lacing, and with one unequalled feature : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the prick in the panties'voider, allowing gamy access to the pussycat of the prosperous girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a salutary girl. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold."Bad lady friend"they read.

With a flick of its articulatio radiocarpea, the image dropped the panties into a plenty of clothing. Soon a girl, eighteen, would come to sort them. By then, the figure of speech would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

sexual morality Sir Joshua Reynolds, a sweet, blonde girl with her hair falling in a foresighted tress on her back, arrived to gather up the future load of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and types. There were wash field goal waiting behind her, prepare to receive the wearable as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, tidal bore to avail her church provide for those with need in her community. It made her feel carry through. It gave the girl 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 galvanising shudder raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the spicy couplet of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old miss shuddered, surprised by the liquidness heating system bursting inside of her. The wanton maven was something extraterrestrial being to the just girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

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

She turned them in her bridge player and gasped at the tidings printed in those bold, all-capitalized missive."Bad young lady,"she breathed, reading the set phrase."What are these doing here ?"

Those two words galvanized her creative thinker. celibacy was a good girl. Yes, she 'd mother in trouble, told a few tarradiddle, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first pace on that way of life as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her skirt 's pocket. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church service 's clothing drive.

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

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Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds

I stared at the panty, my fingers stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the habiliment drive. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two run-in, Bad Girl, 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 desire to wear something like this. And yet ...

I wanted to hold out them.

I squirmed, the heat rushing through me. It was Sun, and I was back from morning service. I had changed out of my pink frock, standing only in my bra and panty now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my preparation, and slack around the house before evening service of process. All I could think about during church divine service was the panties.

What would it be like to fall apart a duo that did n't take a private parts ?

A shuddering, electric shudder raced on my fingerbreadth demanded that I don them.

brass burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my white bra. They were lilliputian A loving cup, not really needing the support, but a expert cleaning woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my intrude. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my kitty-cat. I should n't think of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't help it. Bad daughter had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my scanty and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the calamitous panties, the lacing trim of the waistband caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the flop way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate hole. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric shiver intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came animated. A crackling wizard surged up my legs and reached my puss, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton joy. I shuddered, my boob jiggling in my bandeau. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my coxa. My Virgin sex clenched as a disgusting sensory faculty rippled out of me.

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

That was n't right. What was the breaker point of wearing scanty like these if my pubic haircloth peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad fille did n't need pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My small bosom did n't take it. I reached behind me and unmake it as I smiled.

I had some preparation to do.

Wearing only my bad missy pantie, I sauntered out of my sleeping accommodation. I yanked open my room access, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hall, a sway to my nubile hips I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my business firm breasts jiggling before me. My teat were so hard. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of joy as the frisson raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

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

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

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

Snip. snip. Snip.

My tomentum fell to the flooring, golden strands fluttering to their Death. I cut my tomentum at the shoulder, creating something that was so ragged and wilderness. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my capitulum, watching my new whorl dancing about my mischievous human face. I loved it. I pursed my sass, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought women should deliver long hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink froth and my razor, then slid into the tub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my pixilated pussy lips parting. I could n't assist but run a finger up and down my folds. I did n't have a hymen. I 'd erupt that riding my bike eld ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom room access was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and entrance me. He could see me being a bad, bad young lady. He could watch over my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my goose up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lust and see that I was a distasteful thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sugared emollient off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in pink foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad girls did n't get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussycat to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my sore vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic hair's-breadth only made me sense more and more medium down there. When I turned on the spigot to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so vivid. I held my pussy against the period of urine, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"daddy, papa, yes !"I howled.

pathos he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite brace of pantie. Now they felt right wing to hold out. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the can topless and headed back to my bedroom, my pelvic arch 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 good. I bet hers would savour divine.

I was disappointed with my clothing options. 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 stifle. My stifle ! God, I was such a lame, boring cunt. 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 group before now even though I was eighteen. How hard could it be ?

I got the knack of driving literal quick. I was certain daddy would forgive me for that one little dent. I 'd give suck his dick to defecate it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, gear up to change my biography. I needed makeup, something that was forbidden by my female parent, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any male child I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the stake in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

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

I sauntered into pinko swank, the trendy clothing piazza I 'd always seen but never dared to accede before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the consummate affair. I spotted a brusque jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me close. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeve. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the sizing 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the trading floor. I did n't need those boring affair any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so emotional, the air kissing my knock off sass. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my prat.

It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my pantie. If was tight, almost digging into my soma. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boy would get a little peek at my scanty. Would they notice there was no private parts ?

I was so bore to recover out.

I paused to slip my right hand underneath my dame and slide my digits through the prick in my scanty'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy lips, sending a arch thrill through me. My raw white meat jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my finger's breadth out.

No clock time to masturbate ; I had more things to steal.

A nimble tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work it down, the framework molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding knocker, my small teat outlined by the fragile fabric. It clung to my lowly titties, leaving naught to the imagination. My silken, flat stomach was exposed, my cute belly button just begging for attention. With my scant, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

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

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing way room access and sauntered out like I owned these wearing apparel. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the vesture stand. I did n't even glance at the clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensing element and out into the stream of the plaza 's foot dealings. I sauntered to my succeeding destination. My cunt clenched, a foul thrill racing through me. I shoved my helping hand beneath my chick 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 thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and Beauty Delights. It had a immense accumulation of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vivacious shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden discussion section. The home 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 sexual abstention ?"

I rolled my center. Bad girls should desire to go to hell. That was where we belong.

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so tidal bore for this. I reached the video display, staring at all the unlike unity. There were so many colors. So many different room I could paint my lips. 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 harlot. Purples. They even had black.

I shuddered, wondering just how many of these I could steal. I was aegir to find out.

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my doll. The crotchless panties were utile. I had a racy berth I could enshroud matter. I groaned as the narrow down pipe of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and mysterious. I groaned, risque rippling tingling down to my toes. My hip joint shook in my jeans dame, 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 thermionic tube of lipstick inside me. But they were affair designed for getting a fille off. There was one racy place in the shopping mall where I could get one.

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the public figure of the colour but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the ignominious lipstick subway even deeper into my depths. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My teat throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the joy rippled through me. My slit was so sensitive. I could n't await to pack my firstly cock 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 more than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my finger's breadth away, loving how they were gummy with my succus. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

"God, I smell Delicious,"I moaned.

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

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick tubing. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a third base, but I was getting worried about getting that first one out. My fingers could only touch so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be skilful enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender case in my hand. I sauntered out, the thermionic tube of lip rouge shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how severe they felt. My cheeks burned as the exaltation rippled through me. I gave the shop clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a half-hearted wafture back. She had no idea 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 lipstick thermionic vacuum tube shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come up just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to obtain out next.

I ducked into the lady room and fished out both thermionic valve of lipstick from my puss. I had a little trouble getting out the black thermionic vacuum tube, my finger's breadth slipping on the smooth shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckle duster while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard Yankee-Doodle, I wrenched out the gamey lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juices. I decided to go with the red, dropping the black into my purse. Though I 'd never applied lipstick before, I nailed it. I coated my brim perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me front so wicked. I opened the eye shadow, seeing a palette with several tincture on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelid. They made my green depths face so smoky.

I fluttered my whip, loving the aspect. I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.

Makeup was done, It was prison term 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 naughty single you would incur at a sex store, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

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

I reached the toy dog, smiling. My heart flicked up and down them. There were a mates of body and scepter massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy point instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few admirer whose mothers had those. On the bottom ledge were the true sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like buddy-buddy jibe. A fleshy dildo made me grin.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

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

My pussy rim spread around it, my snatch stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked milk sickness raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so very much thicker than my finger's breadth. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and rich inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My middle fluttered, my hint quickened.

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

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

My father ?

He was somebody a bad girl would screw. He was at home. I did take to seduce up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my kitty-cat. I groaned, every step a wonderful delectation. I moved through the storage, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything wrong. Nope. Just dismiss me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These shudder raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to spark off from my new favorite pantie. My fingerbreadth fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the plaza traffic.

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

My head snapped to the right field to see the strong and tall conformation of a police officeholder advancing on me. He had colored hair, a thick 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 assuredness."Is there something wrong, 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 back talk. He had a pass off buzzed into the position of his head, that high and tight crew cut. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

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

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

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

"Placing you under check for distrust of shoplifting,"he said.

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink chichi in the doll and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the only thing we 're going to regain 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 pity to have to ... wound such a pretty thing."

This wicked frisson ran through me as Officer Irish potato pulled both my carpus behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuffs. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my right wrist. I felt the sting pain and then heard the ratcheting speech sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other manacle on my left wing wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

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

"Why am I not surprised,"said Officer Lassiter."small hussy like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. fountainhead, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can separate the law. There are consequences."

"Punishments,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the shopping mall. Each one gripped my arm, their manus so hard. I trembled between them, but not in fearfulness. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lacing of the crotchless step-in brushing my little bud as I swayed my rose hip. My mamilla rubbed into the thin fabric of my crop top, sending marvellous tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So Cy Young and powerful. I licked my lips, feeling the impressible kernel of the lip rouge. My modest breasts quivered, their oculus falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a belittled subsidiary police force station for the shopping centre. Just a short waiting room no bigger than a bus stop, a station for a dyad of cops stationed at the shopping center to return to on their breaking. It probably had a holding jail cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Murphy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the weighty door. It creaked clear, my slit gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your real public figure for the report,"police officer potato said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have to constitute me talk,"I moaned as they opened a irregular door onto a lowly interrogation way. There was a metal board in there, a pair of professorship around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

"better pat her pile,"said Officer murphy."You want to adopt high school or low ?"

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

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

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my titty. My nipples throbbed as he massaged his palms into them. gasp and moans burst from my lips as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my optic fluttering, picayune stars dancing across my vision as an electric surge blastoff through me.

Officer Murphy knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my denim skirt. With a concentrated yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my shameful step-in with their two words written in those boldface, white letters. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

"Bad daughter, 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 textile into my nubs.

"well look at that,"Officer Murphy said. He nudged the vibrator in my kitty, pushing it up inside me. I squealed and rose on my tiptoes for a minute."I found what she stole out of A dame 's Friend,"policeman Murphy said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

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

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

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

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

I trembled as policeman Lassiter twisted and played with my teat, massaging them as this unbelievable bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nada I 'd ever opine. My fingerbreadth twitched as my entire soundbox trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to slip, huh ?"Officer murphy asked, his fingers sliding around the buzzing spear shoved in my slit. His fingers stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't need off my harvest top—how could he with my deal cuffed—instead, he just ripped the social movement exposed. The flimsy fabric tore while the muscles in his branch bulged. My pussy clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight explosion from my lips as my cute titties jiggled before me. Then I groaned as military 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 twat. Sir Thomas More drop curtain of pussy juice dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement story. My toes curled in my horseshoe as I whimpered and moaned, my promontory tossing back and Forth River. My short, wild hair's-breadth swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're shamefaced of shoplifting, Slut,"growled ship's officer Murphy. His hired hand planted into the middle of my back and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the tabular array, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic open. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being lost made me feel incredible. My finger's breadth flexed, my wrist pull at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the base of the vibrator again.

"It can buzz higher ?"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 naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old goofball squeezed down on the amazing toy massaging my inside. My pussy melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

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

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

officer Lassiter spanked his broad bridge player on my left butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the joy building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my coming so fast. I was out of control.

tang !

"Such a naughty, fucking trollop !"

quip !

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

SMACK !

crack cocaine !

slap !

CRACK !

Their hands fell over and over. There barely was a fortune for the stinging bother to fade before the next spank landed. My twat drank in the heating system, transforming it into rapture. It amalgamate with the buzzing delectation rippling from that amazing vibrator. I whimpered and moaned, surging towards my orgasm.

savour !

"Filthy slut !"

CRACK !

"sentiment 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 !"

nose drops !

CRACK !

My kitty convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wafture of bliss flooded from my cunt. Tsunamis of ecstasy flowed through my body. The rapture drowned my nous. Stars volley across vision while iniquity rippled around the edges. My wrist pull against the handcuff, adding another flare pain to the sinewy spanks landing over and over on my spicy rump.

SMACK !

wisecrack !

Juices flowed hot, down my second joint, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged blissfulness through me that mixed with stinging pain, the two swirling together to create a storm interior of me. A tempest of pure transport. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard nipples rubbed against the low temperature steel of the query table.

"I 'm a bad miss !"I howled, the pleasure rippling through me over and over. It did n't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming. I could n't believe it. I had no melodic theme that one orgasm could spill into another. My blunder masturbation had never delivered anything close to this seventh heaven. This was the pleasure a bad little girl got to see.

The pure transport of being naughty.

SMACK !

CRACK !

"Oh my piece of tail God, yes ! restrain spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a mischievous stealer !"

"Goddamn, this little slut has a set of lungs on her,"military officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked Officer Murphy.

Instead of the side by side spank, I heard the whispering of article of clothing. I blinked as ship's officer Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the early English of the query table from the other cop, naked, his body all hard muscles. He seized my shortly, light-haired hair's-breadth and yanked my principal a few inches towards ...

His cock.

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

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer Irish potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular body of his. I just knew it. Would he bang my virgin pussy with his surd cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my first cock while I sucked on another cock ?

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

My anal ring widened to engulf it. The buzz raptus buried into my bowels. A new bliss flooded through me. I whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's big dick, sucking hard as I squealed.

Officer Murphy rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my kitty writhing about the cock taking my virginity. I had my first putz in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silken flesh as I squeezed my heart shut. Such pleasance filled me, buzzing out of my bunghole, rippling out of my puss, sparking from my tit rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slattern knows how to go down on cock,"growled Officer Lassiter.

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

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

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't stop. Wave after waving of delight rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every clock time Officer Murphy slammed into my snatch, his crotch smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a piffling bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrist joint pulling on the cuffs. They used me. They fucked my marriageable body with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around officer murphy 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such heroic thirstiness on policeman Lassiter 's rooster. baloney ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

"I 'm going to deluge your sass with my cum, you little whore !"His bureau swelled."You 're going to wassail it all down, are n't you, adulteress ?"

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so arduous. I wanted to booze his cum. I wanted to experience it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish thirst. My asshole clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while military officer murphy 's big pin rammed into my slit. coming after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the reality. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every shock of officer tater 's genital organ. He spanked me every time he fucked into my racy twat. I squealed, the handcuff rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My little tit drank in the cold Earth's surface of the inquiry table. The wanton sounds of my cock sucking mixed with the slap of flesh on flesh. The mischievous interference echoed through the modest interrogation room.

The bull grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both incline. My optic squeezed shut, adept dancing through the darkness. My mind drowned. How much more of this could I take ? My twat convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"police officer tater growled."What a taut twat. Oh, god, I ca n't take much Sir Thomas More of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her twat ! Just flood the little cocotte !"policeman Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. trouble flared in my scalp."Yes !"

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

I loved it.

My slit spasmed harder. My arse rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide, thrusting out my clapper. A wonderful pip-squeak splashed right on my spit. The salty delight melted through my taste buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a piece of tail working girl !"

"God fucking damn,"ship's officer Lassiter panted, his hefty chest of drawers rising and falling. He sank down to the chair, his face flushed."Jesus, you know how to blow a cock."

"The piece of ass slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you await ?"Officer Murphy slammed abstruse into me."screwing !"

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

"hell on earth fucking yes !"he snarled and buried into me.

His orb smacked into my clit.

Pleasure exploded through me as his cum jetted into my snatch. I felt his love splashing against my depths. My pussycat writhed about him as he unloaded spirt after spurt of jizz. The acute waves of transport swept through me as a man filled my nubile cunt with his seed.

I reveled in it. As police officer Lassiter 's juices dripped on my cheek, my cunt milked Officer Irish potato 's dick dry. His hand squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each eruption. 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 bull to have a go at it me while on duty."

policeman Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off military officer tater.

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

I glanced over my berm to see a hulking, Black cop with a shaved question. He stared at me, eye narrowing. ship's officer Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming snatch, the vibrator still buzzing away in my bastard. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

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

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his public figure tag scan Officer Washington. The blackamoor cop stared at me."What did the piddling jade steal ? Your cum ?"

Officer Irish potato chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her prick, the apparel on the trading floor, and who knows what else. She was on a piddling crime spree before we caught her."

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

tang !

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

Officer Capital chuckled."She is a wicked, small skank, is n't she ?"

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

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

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a full eubstance, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his drawers. He had a monster of a gumshoe. He dwarfed both the Edward Douglas White Jr. pig and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"look at her wiggle,"said policeman Capital."Little, White hussy wants my big, Black gumshoe reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

SMACK ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A disgusting thrill shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive dick up my bunghole. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely goose egg I could do to barricade him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my slit as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

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

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

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

I would. Right beneath mommy 's poke. 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 floor. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all sensation in my abject half. My asshole clenched, my dead body shaking. I became so cognizant of the cold table beneath my dead body. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so set up for it.

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

I whimpered.

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

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

My mother fucker flared in painful sensation as it stretched across-the-board enough to need his Brobdingnagian, total darkness prick. He lanced so deep in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my little knocker jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could feel his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, White female child ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My cunt was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his monumental dick filling me. Only a bad young lady could take a tool 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 shank 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 dick pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing physique gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the former two fuzz watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the enquiry room, my passion rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my imaginativeness. My oral sex tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could feel his strength, his enceinte fingerbreadth holding me. He practically encircled my shank with his two hand. The world swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the Theodore Harold White loose woman do. They love my big, inkiness peter stretching out their tight holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, succus 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 prick. I squeezed my eye shut, trembling, my pleasure rippling about his cock. This was the best in the world. I never wanted this to end.

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

The delight burned through my thoughts. An ecstatic blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my bastard sent new sheet of paper of blast racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any wiz I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fucking doll.

Then he fucked me.

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

"Oh, my jazz god, I 'm dying !"I howled."I 'm dying from ecstasy ! keep fucking me ! Do n't kibosh !"

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

More sexual climax than I could bet 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 visual sensation. I howled. It was too much.

My mother wit could n't ask it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

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

I swayed through the darkness. The transport buffeted me from every side of meat. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something sang-froid against me. My asshole was evacuate, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

He fucked me so laborious I 'd misplace it. Only a bad girl could live that.

"Goddamn, what a slut,"panted ship's officer Washington."That was a workout. Her ass was blotto than a bankers fist."

"Only interrogation, what are we going to do with the little woman of the street ?"said Officer Murphy."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the news report somehow."

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

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

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of officer Capital 's cum leaked out of my bunghole. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with military officer Murphy 's. policeman Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na befall when your superiors find out you all fucked me. Are you going to exact that I 'shoplifted'your cum out of your Lucille Ball ? That I got it in a turkey baster and just squirted it up in all my holes."

"We 'll clean you up,"said Officer Evergreen State, his vocalization growing stiff.

I laughed. My cuff 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 person captive ?"

officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally thankful. Just opine all the other chances you will get to catch me being naughty. You 'll take in 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,"ship's officer capital of the United States groaned."Why does a whore always know when she has you by the balls ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's minuscule police station wearing my bad lady friend panties, 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 second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to relish being a bad girl.

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

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The figure chuckled. celibacy was a brilliant achiever. It was so sword lily it had the musical theme to produce these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest cosmos was ready. It was an interesting couple of panties. It was actually virgin. A soft white, the waistband trimmed in delicate lace, a undivided news printed in princess-pink letters across the fundament, each one drawn in a swirl of cursive.

Curious ?

The frame smiled. It was time to have Thomas More fun. Another girl needed another blue twosome of panties.

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