Mind-Control step-in

narrative five : Bad little girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Federal Reserve note : Thanks to Alex for Beta version this !

The digit was n't at its usual home to send away off a yoke of its extra creations.

The characterless conformation slipped in through the gang at the commencement Baptist Church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively line up crowd of multitude dropping off clothes in boxes, codswallop traveling bag, and sometimes loose great deal. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in indigence. The figure was inspired to leave this duo of panties here. It was the perfect place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A substantial black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unparalleled characteristic : they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the panties'voider, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the favorable girl who donned them.

virtue Reynolds was a in effect girl. The hone one for the scanty emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one egg white and boldface."Bad fille"they read.

With a flick of its carpus, the flesh dropped the scanty into a plenty of wear. Soon a girl, XVIII, would get to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

celibacy Reynolds, a sweet, blonde lady friend with her hair's-breadth falling in a foresightful gold braid on her back, arrived to accumulate up the future load of apparel to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and case. There were laundry hoop waiting behind her, ready to receive the wear as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting place, eager to help oneself her church provide for those with need in her community of interests. It made her finger fulfilled. It gave the girl such a charge to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the matter that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was o.k.. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric shudder raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lacing. They were the blue pair of pantie she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old miss shuddered, surprised by the liquidity heat bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something alien to the good daughter. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lacing on the gusset.

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

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

Those two words galvanized her head. chastity was a good girlfriend. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her prep, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first step on that route as she balled up the step-in and shoved them into her skirt 's air hole. She gasped at what she 'd done. She was stealing from the church 's clothing drive.

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

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sexual morality Reynolds

I stared at the step-in, my finger stroking through the dent in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the vesture driving force. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two words, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tempting. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians did n't slip. A Christian should n't require to wear 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 cockcrow table service. I had changed out of my pink clothes, standing only in my bra and pantie now. I wanted to put on some everyday clothes, to do my homework, and unbend around the house before evening avail. All I could think about during church service was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a twosome that did n't stimulate a genital organ ?

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

Cheeks burning, I set the panties down on my bed and stood up. My pocket-size titty quivered in my E. B. White bra. They were little 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 panty and rolled them off my pelvic arch. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't reckon of my vagina as a kitty-cat, but I could n't help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad lady friend now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black step-in, the lacing trim of the waistband caressing my fingerbreadth. I turned the pair in my grip until they were facing the right on way. I stepped my powerful leg through the conquer hollow. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric shiver intensified.

Everywhere the fabric touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my cunt, increasing the molten high temperature. I let out a groan of piddle away pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my arse, the girdle riding low on my pelvic girdle. My Virgo sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

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

That was n't right. What was the percentage point of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out ? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad girl did n't require pubic tomentum. A bad female child was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra ? My pocket-sized titties did n't postulate it. I reached behind me and untie it as I smiled.

I had some preparation to do.

Wearing only my bad young woman panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked unresolved my threshold, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a rock to my nubile pelvic girdle I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so surd. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton moan of pleasure as the prickling raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the lav and closed the door behind me.

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

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

I stared at myself in the mirror. My font was so patently and clean-handed. And what was up with this braid ? It was long. Cute. That had to go. I wrenched open a draftsman and found a pair of scissor grip. I unwound my braid, my prosperous locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them.

snipping. clip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, fortunate chain fluttering to their death. I cut my fuzz at the shoulder, creating something that was so tantalise and natural state. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my caput, watching my new locks dancing about my puckish human face. I loved it. I pursed my lip, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought woman should have foresightful hair.

Not me.

I did n't wish slipping out of the panties, but I had to knock off. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the tub. I threw my pegleg over the sides of the tub, feeling my closely pussy lips parting. I could n't avail but run a digit up and down my congregation. I did n't have a Hymen. I 'd broken that riding my bike class ago.

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

I masturbated right then and there. The bathroom door was n't even locked. Dad could walk in and catch me. He could see me being a bad, bad lady friend. He could watch my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. I stirred my twat up. He would stare at me with such a wanton lecherousness and see that I was a wicked thing.

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet emollient off my fingers, loving the smell, and set to sour. I coated my pubic hair in pinko foam and started shaving. I was n't afraid. Bad daughter 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 sensitive 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 lap away the foam, I almost came again. It was so acute. I held my cunt against the flow of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"Daddy, dad, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt right-hand to tire out. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the snatch. I felt so unholy as I strolled out of the bath topless and headed back to my chamber, my articulatio coxae swaying from side to side. Why could n't daddy have caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd hold me eat her pussy.

Mine tasted so serious. I bet hers would savour divine.

I was disappointed with my vesture choice. None of them would do. I finally settled on a short-sleeved blouse that was blackamoor and the curt annulus I had. It fell to my knee joint. My knees ! 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 sake before now even though I was eighteen. How gruelling could it be ?

I got the bent of driving substantial quick. I was certainly dad would forgive me for that one little nick. I 'd draw his cock to make it up to him. How could he be mad at me after that ?

I arrived at the mall, ready to change my aliveness. I needed war paint, something that was forbidden by my mother, a new wardrobe, and anything else that caught my eye. I smiled at any boys I passed, pursing my lips and letting them see the interest in my eyes. They grinned and nodded to each other as they noticed me.

My tit were so hard, pressing against the front of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every stair. Oh, God, it was delectable. 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 wearable place I 'd always seen but never dared to put down before. My centre flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short-change jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me loaded. 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 of it 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I did n't waffle to leach off my old dress. I left them in a pile on the floor. I did n't need those boring affair any longer. I ripped the tags off my new denim skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thigh. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my posterior.

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

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my the right way hand underneath my skirt and slide my digits through the slit in my panties'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy lip, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked titty jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in pleasure. I shuddered and then pulled my finger's breadth out.

No sentence 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 head. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding titty, my small mamilla outlined by the thin stuff. It clung to my small knocker, leaving nothing to the imaging. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my short, savage fuzz, I looked so wicked.

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

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

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the mall 's foot traffic. I sauntered to my next destination. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my mitt beneath my wench 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 severe thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and Beauty delight. It had a huge collection of makeup. I was most matter to in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my picket, pink lips. I needed a vivacious shade. I needed to harbinger to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden section. The plaza my female parent never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the physical composition. Excitement flooded through me. I was just so aegir for this. I reached the display, staring at all the different unity. There were so many colors. So many different shipway I could paint my lips. Some were pathetic. Why would I need to go with a slightly different shade of pink ? But there were other ones ... Reds so bright they practically screamed woman of the street. purpleness. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the black lip rouge first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my wench. The crotchless panties were utile. I had a naughty place I could hide things. I groaned as the constringe tube of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and rich. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my blue jean wench, the jean rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so revolting. I could just masturbate mighty here.

Masturbate ... It felt nice having the tube of lipstick inside me. But they were matter designed for getting a daughter off. There was one naughty place in the mall where I could get one.

smile, I snagged up the Passion fruit Red, hating the name of the semblance but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black-market lip rouge thermionic tube even deeper into my profoundness. My back arched. My titty quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy was so sensitive. I could n't look to take my maiden tool interior of me.

Maybe I should let daddy have sex me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big cock. He would make full 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 scent, inhaling my unfermented musk.

"God, I smell delicious,"I moaned.

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

My pussy clenched around the two lipstick metro. I bit my lip, wanting to slip a third, but I was getting disturbed about getting that world-class one out. My finger could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be beneficial enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

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

She gave a tepid moving ridge back. She had no theme I had a purulent full of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the consequence I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the center 's customers, my pussy getting teased by those lip rouge pipe shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could occur just from walking around with stuff buried in my twat.

That was something I had to get hold out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussy. I had a little difficulty getting out the Shirley Temple thermionic valve, my fingers slipping on the smooth shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless scanty massaging my knuckle while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clitoris ached and throbbed. With a hard yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

Both tubes were soaked in my juice. 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 lips perfectly. They were just so bright and scarlet. It made me front so wicked. I opened the eye vestige, seeing a pallette with several shades on it. I selected a blue bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper eyelids. They made my green profoundness look so smoky.

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

Makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"section. They sold them to still"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly blue ace you would retrieve at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my beginning vibrator.

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

I reached the toys, smiling. My oculus flicked up and down them. There were a duet of body and sceptre massagers, packaged to look like traditional therapy items instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few friend whose female parent had those. On the bed ledge were the dead on target sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like thick shafts. A fleshy dildo made me grin.

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

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

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

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

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

I groaned as I pushed the last 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 wait to find out. I could n't wait to fuck my start guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My father ?

He was individual a bad little girl would screw. He was at home. I did want to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my pussycat. I groaned, every step a wonderful delectation. I moved through the entrepot, 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 cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to spark from my new favorite step-in. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the store into the mall traffic.

"We need you to descend with us, miss,"an authoritative voice said.

My pass snapped to the right to see the strong and marvelous pattern of a police officer advancing on me. He had iniquity 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 cool."Is there something incorrect, officer ?"

"We just need you to come with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and mightily lips. He had a fade buzzed into the incline of his head, that high school and pissed flattop. A shudder rippled through me, my pussy clenching down on the vibrator.

"Oh, I need to go. My papa 's waiting for me."I fluttered my centre as I gushed like a picayune lady friend."He 'll be so mad if I 'm late. I ca n't assist you. Sorry."

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

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

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

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

"Miss, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of pinko Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that 's not the sole thing we 're going to find that you 've stolen."

"So do n't resist, miss,"said the officer with a goatee. His public figure tag read Lassiter."It would be a shame to ingest to ... ache such a middling thing."

This wicked shudder ran through me as officeholder potato pulled both my articulatio radiocarpea behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handlock. I gasped as the first manacle slapped on my right wrist. I felt the stinging hurting and then heard the ratcheting auditory sensation as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other cuff on my left wing wrist joint, binding my custody 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 aphrodisiacal voice I could. I could feel the kitty 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."Little slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. well, miss, just because you got a hot ass does n't mean you can break the law. There are consequences."

"penalization,"growled officeholder Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two fuzz marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hired hand so inviolable. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clitoris ached, the lace of the crotchless panty brushing my minuscule bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the tenuous cloth of my crop top, sending grand tingles down to my pussy.

They were both so solid. So Young and sinewy. I licked my lips, feeling the waxy meaning of the lipstick. My low breasts quivered, their centre falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary law post for the mall. Just a little wait room no bigger than a bus halt, a station for a couple of cops stationed at the center to recall to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer spud pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked assailable, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

"You got a name, adulteress ?"asked police officer Lassiter as he led me through."A literal one since Slut is the perfect Word for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

"We need your existent name for the news report,"officeholder Murphy said, sighing.

"Then you 'll just have got to make me talk,"I moaned as they opened a second door onto a small interrogative room. There was a metal board in there, a pair of chairman around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.

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

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

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

I shuddered at the touch of a man on my breasts. My pap throbbed as he massaged his medal into them. Gasps and moan burst from my brim as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so hard on the vibrator. I swayed, my heart fluttering, little virtuoso dancing across my imagination as an electric surge guess through me.

Officer Irish potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fixing of my blue jean skirt. With a hard yank, he ripped it down. He exposed my lightlessness panties with their two intelligence written in those bold, white letters. He chuckled, his script stroking across the phrase.

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

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

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

"nooky hell on earth. Eighteen and stealing sex toy dog, 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 radiocarpal joint pulling on the handcuffs.

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

"sanctum piece of tail !"I gasped as the toy buzzed to spirit.

I trembled as Officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this incredible bliss surged out of my pussy. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nix I 'd ever guess. My digit twitched as my full eubstance trembled.

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

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

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

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

I gasped as he did n't take off my crop top—how could he with my work force cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front man open. The slim down fabric tore while the muscles in his arms bulged. My kitty clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how strong he was. How powerful. I whimpered, realizing just how lost I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whimper of delight flare-up from my lips as my cute boob jiggled before me. Then I groaned as policeman white potato yanked down my bad girl panties, sliding them down my ramification until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my twat. more free fall of snatch succus dribbled from the spicy toy, splattering the cement floor. My toes curled in my horseshoe as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth. My short, waste hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're hangdog of shoplifting, slut,"growled Officer Murphy. His hand planted into the midriff of my rear and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the table, my nipples kissing the cold, metallic Earth's surface. I gasped at his strength as he pinned me there. Being incapacitated made me experience incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist pulling at the metallic element cuffs.

He twisted the radical of the vibrator again.

"It can hum gamy ?"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 juicy cunny. My eighteen-year-old goof squeezed down on the nonplus toy massaging my interior. My snatch melted around it. I was—

SMACK !

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

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

Officer Lassiter spanked his broad hand on my left field butt-cheek. That wonderful, stinging bother burned through me, only increasing the delectation building my twat. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

scag !

"Such a naughty, fucking slut !"

tornado !

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

SMACK !

tornado !

tang !

gap !

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

SMACK !

"Filthy slut !"

sally !

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

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

SMACK !

cleft !

My pussy convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after undulation of walking on air flooded from my bitch. Tsunamis of Adam flowed through my body. The ecstasy drowned my mind. whiz abound across vision while darkness rippled around the edges. My carpus pull against the cuff, adding another flare pass pain to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my naughty rump.

SMACK !

CRACK !

Juices flowed hot, down my thighs, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that mixed with stinging pain in the neck, the two swirling together to create a storm inside of me. A tempest of sodding go. It swept through me. Electrified me. My difficult pap rubbed against the cold steel of the interrogatory table.

"I 'm a bad girl !"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 idea that one orgasm could spill into another. My fumbling masturbation had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the joy a bad daughter got to know.

The utter rapture of being naughty.

hell dust !

cracking !

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

"Goddamn, this little loose woman 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 next spank, I heard the rustling of clothing. I blinked as policeman Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the early side of the enquiry board from the other cop, naked, his body all hard heftiness. He seized my suddenly, blonde hair and yanked my head a few inch towards ...

His stopcock.

His pecker 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 ecstasy sweeping through my body.

I shuddered as the first ever dick entered my mouth.

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

I heard clothing rustling behind me. Officer spud was stripping naked now. He was exposing that brawny body of his. I just knew it. Would he love my Virgin puss with his heavy cock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my for the first time dick while I sucked on another cock ?

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

My anal tintinnabulation widened to engulf it. The bombinate rapture 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 peter into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm burst inside of me, my twat writhing about the gumshoe taking my virginity. I had my first cock in me. Thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my sleek flesh as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my puss, sparking from my pap rubbing on the cold table.

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

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

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

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't block. Wave after wafture of pleasure rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every clock time military officer spud slammed into my pussy, his genital organ smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a small bit deeper into me. My fingers flexed, my wrists pulling on the cuff. They used me. They fucked my marriageable consistency with hunger.

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

I wiggled my coxa, stirring my convulsing slit around officer spud 's big dick. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to experience that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such despairing hunger on Officer Lassiter 's pecker. boloney ran out of the corner of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so concentrated. I wanted to booze his cum. I wanted to palpate it spurting into my mouth. I sucked with such feverish hunger. My cocksucker clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer Irish potato 's big stick rammed into my cunt. sexual climax after sexual climax flooded through me.

It was the comfortably in the world. Sex was awesome. My ass burned with every wallop of officer murphy 's genital organ. He spanked me every fourth dimension he fucked into my gamey pussy. I squealed, the handcuff rattling as I trembled. My finger's breadth twitched. My little mamilla drank in the cold-blooded control surface of the enquiry table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob commix with the smack of shape on flesh. The unholy disturbance echoed through the pocket-sized interrogative sentence room.

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

"God fucking tinker's dam,"officer spud growled."What a closely twat. Oh, god, I ca n't take much more of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her twat ! Just flood the short cyprian !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain burn up in my scalp."Yes !"

He ripped his shaft out of my sass and erupted. pearly jizz splashed across my look. I felt it bathing me. He coated me in his rage. The cop grunted with each blast, the salty seed running down to my lips. My natural language flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man 's cum.

I loved it.

My snatch spasmed harder. My asshole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my face. I opened my mouth wide-eyed, thrusting out my tongue. A wonderful squirt splashed right on my glossa. The salty joy melted through my gustatory sensation buds.

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

"God fucking shucks,"military officer Lassiter panted, his muscular chest revolt and falling. He sank down to the chairman, his nerve flushed."Saviour, you know how to shove off a cock."

"The fucking slut smuggles vibrators up her cunt ! What did you expect ?"policeman Murphy slammed late into me."Fuck !"

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

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

His balls smacked into my clit.

pleasance exploded through me as his cum jetted into my cunt. I felt his passion splashing against my depth. My pussy writhed about him as he unloaded spirt after squirt of jizz. The intense waves of ecstasy swept through me as a man filled my nubile snatch with his seed.

I reveled in it. As police officer Lassiter 's succus dripped on my boldness, my puss milked Officer potato 's dick dry. His paw squeezed my hips, gripping me as he grunted with each clap. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

military officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The door opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

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

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

"Just dealing with a shoplifter, Mac,"police officer potato said.

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his epithet tag say police officer Washington. The black cop stared at me."What did the piddling fornicatress steal ? Your cum ?"

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

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

"Nope,"I moaned.

smacking !

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

Officer Capital chuckled."She is a pixilated, slight skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The trench rumble of Officer Washington 's run-in made my bowels clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a broad eubstance, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony hide. I gasped when he shoved down his gasp. He had a freak of a dick. He dwarfed both the egg white cops and the vibrator churning up my asshole. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to line up out.

"Look at her squirm,"said Officer Washington."Little, White jade wants my big, Black cock 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 disgustful thrill shot through me. He was going to stuff that massive dick up my asshole. I groaned, my fingers flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely aught I could do to bar him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my kitty as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is eager for it,"Officer American capital growled.

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

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

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

officer WA ripped the vibrator out of my bastard 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 lower half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so mindful of the cold tabular array beneath my body. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so ready for it.

Strong hands grab my waistline. They were Brobdingnagian, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the sinister man lifted me up. He held me, my hair dangling before me. A drib of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the mesa. He pressed his dick between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my crack up his shaft until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a midst, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

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

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

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and saliva falling to the table as I moaned. It was incredible. My pussy was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my asshole celebrating his massive tool filling me. Only a bad girl could take a cock that Brobdingnagian 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 life sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his tool pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the heat flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two cops watched and chuckled. My moan echoed through the query elbow room, my love rippling about us. It was incredible.

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

Bright sparks exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned and gasped as he fucked me up and down his cock faster and faster. I could experience his strength, his turgid 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 cock !"

"All the White slattern do. They love my big, Shirley Temple Black pecker stretching out their loaded holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, succus and cum spilling down my thigh. My handcuffs rattled. It felt so amazing. I gasped and squeaked and moaned as he worked his dick in and out of my asshole. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling, my joy rippling about his cock. This was the best in the universe. I never wanted this to end.

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

The pleasure burned through my idea. An rapturous blaze devouring everything. His every plung in my asshole send off new sheets of fervency racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any sensation I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living lie with doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his dick, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, pain in the ass flaring across my tush. I bounced forward, my gut sliding up his cock as his implements of war held me loose now. It was like I was a swing. His hips plowed into me hard now. He pounded my asshole with even more vigor.

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

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

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

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking damn !"the cop roared.

The Black cop 's nerve fired in my SOB. Dimly, at the edges 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 cocksucker writhed, milking his tool as he grunted.

I swayed through the swarthiness. The ecstasy buffeted me from every incline. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My motherfucker was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the interrogation table before me.

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

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

"Only question, what are we going to do with the fiddling bawd ?"said Officer tater."Still do n't know her name. We got to write this up in the report card somehow."

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

ship's officer spud snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shrinkage. We found the vibrator shoved up your twat. Why would we let you go ?"

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

"We 'll clean you up,"said officeholder Washington, his articulation growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff chains rattled."We both know that forensics will line up even the diminutive ghost of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to jug for molesting an female captive ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

"Or, you can let me go. I 'll be exceptionally grateful. Just guess all the former chances you will get to catch me being naughty. You 'll have 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,"police officer Booker T. Washington groaned."Why does a cyprian always know when she has you by the formal ?"

I winked at him.

It was n't long before I was sauntering out of the mall 's pocket-sized constabulary station wearing my bad girlfriend 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 lilliputian knocker. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a second skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

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

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The soma chuckled. Chastity was a brilliant success. It was so sword lily it had the mind to produce these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its Modern origination was prepare. It was an interesting couple of panties. It was actually virginal. A delicate tweed, the girdle trimmed in delicate lace, a I Bible printed in princess-pink missive across the rump, each one drawn in a vortex of cursive.

Curious ?

The name smiled. It was sentence to receive more fun. Another girl needed another juicy pair of panties.

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