Mind-Control Panties

Story Five : Bad Girl 's Sexy Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The figure was n't at its usual place to dismiss off a distich of its especial introduction.

The nondescript form slipped in through the gang at the First Baptist Christian church 's clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of the great unwashed dropping off apparel in corner, deoxyephedrine bags, and sometimes loose piles. The articles were dumped onto table to be sorted to be distributed to those with lupus erythematosus and in pauperization. The figure was inspired to leave this pair of panties here. It was the unadulterated shoes for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solidness smuggled color, waistcloth trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature of speech : they were crotchless. lace also surrounded the incision in the panties'voider, allowing risque access to the kitty of the lucky girl who donned them.

Chastity Sir Joshua Reynolds was a near lady friend. The sodding one for the scanty emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold."Bad daughter"they read.

With a motion-picture show of its wrist, the figure dropped the step-in into a pile of clothing. Soon a girl, eighteen, would arrive to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

sexual morality Sir Joshua Reynolds, a sweet, light-haired girl with her hair falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to gather up the next lode of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizing and types. There were washables basketball hoop waiting behind her, ready to receive the clothing as she processed them. She dumped her load on her sorting station, eager to help her church provide for those with motive in her community of interests. It made her feel execute. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

underclothing was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in ingroup, that was amercement. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric car tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest pair of panties she 'd ever seen in her life. The eighteen-year-old young woman shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton whiz was something alien to the respectable fille. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her digit through the scratch in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The destitute missy did n't understand why somebody would do that. What 's the point of wearing panties like these ? she wondered.

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

Those two Son galvanized her mind. sexual morality was a good lady friend. Yes, she 'd gotten in trouble, told a few tale, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her preparation, but she had never done anything truly bad.

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

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

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Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingers stroking through the snatch in the fork. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing drive. I could n't believe I 'd done that. But those two dustup, Bad little 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 need 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 morning service. I had changed out of my pink dress, standing only in my bra and panty now. I wanted to put on some daily apparel, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could mean about during church Service was the pantie.

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

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

Cheeks combustion, I set the pantie down on my bed and stood up. My small breasts quivered in my livid bra. They were little A cups, not really needing the documentation, but a right woman wore her brassiere. That 's what mama said.

I hooked the waistband of my panty and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the angelical musk that filled my olfactory organ. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heating system that had engulfed my pussy. I should n't believe of my vagina as a pussy, but I could n't facilitate it. Bad fille had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now ?

I stepped out of my step-in and set them with care on my bed. I grabbed the black scanty, the lace clipping of the waistband caressing my fingers. I turned the duet in my grip until they were facing the right wing way. I stepped my right leg through the appropriate hollow. I groaned as I slid my left leg through them and then drew the naughty panties up.

The electric tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came awake. A crackling wizard surged up my legs and reached my pussy, increasing the molten rut. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my bosom jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the scanty over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hip. My Virgo the Virgin sex clenched as a foul sensory faculty rippled out of me.

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

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

I had some dressing to do.

Wearing only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my sleeping accommodation. I yanked open my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a careen to my marriageable hip I 'd never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipple were so hard. I tweaked them. Right there in the hallway, I let out a wanton groan of delight as the tingles raced down to my pussy.

No one caught me.

I entered the lavatory and closed the door behind me.

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

I rolled my optic as I heard mom 's stride pass. God, she was such a stuck up kick. Homework ? Eww.

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

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the floor, fortunate strand fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the articulatio humeri, creating something that was so chafe and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my fountainhead, watching my new whorl dancing about my prankish face. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would detest it. She thought womanhood should have long hair.

Not me.

I did n't like slipping out of the panties, but I had to shave. I thrust them down, gathered up the pink foam and my razor, then slid into the bathtub. I threw my legs over the sides of the tub, feeling my miserly kitty-cat brim parting. I could n't help but run a digit up and down my folds. I did n't accept a hymen. I 'd wear out that riding my bike years ago.

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

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

A slut.

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

I sucked the sweet emollient off my finger's breadth, loving the smell, and set to solve. I coated my pubic haircloth 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 snatch to be wicked, wanton sluts.

I groaned as the razor raft across my medium vulva. I tingled from my orgasm, getting rid of the pubic pilus only made me experience more and more tender down there. When I turned on the faucet to wash away the foam, I almost came again. It was so intense. I held my pussy against the flow of body of water, feeling it pouring into my silky depths.

"Daddy, daddy, yes !"I howled.

Pity he did n't show up.

Dry and out of the bathroom, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt right field to hold out. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the twat. I felt so implike as I strolled out of the lavatory topless and headed back to my chamber, my hip joint swaying from English to side. Why could n't daddy experience caught me ? Or even Mommy ? Maybe she 'd seduce me eat her pussy.

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

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

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

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

I arrived at the promenade, ready to change my life history. I needed makeup, 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 optic. They grinned and nodded to each former as they noticed me.

My nipples were so hard, pressing against the front of my blouse. They tingled and throbbed with my every footprint. Oh, God, it was delicious. 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 pinko chic, the trendy habiliment billet I 'd always seen but never dared to record before. My optic flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a unawares jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me fuddled. I snagged it off the wheel, and then I noticed a grim belly shirt that had no sleeves. 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 waver to discase off my old clothes. I left them in a stack on the level. I did n't need those boring things any longer. I ripped the ticket off my new blue jean doll then pulled it up my peg. I shuddered as the jean rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved mouth. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my buttocks.

It rode low my coxa, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my physique. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peek at my pantie. Would they notice there was no fork ?

I was so aegir to find out.

I paused to slip my right paw underneath my annulus and slide my digits through the slit in my step-in'gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy lips, sending a wicked thrill through me. My nude knocker jiggled. I pinched a teat, oohing in joy. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A prompt tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my oral sex. I had to sour it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my humble pap outlined by the thin material. It clung to my pocket-sized titty, leaving zippo to the imagination. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute omphalos just begging for attention. With my short, angry hair, I looked so wicked.

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

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

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the current of the mall 's infantry traffic. I sauntered to my next destination. My pussycat clenched, a loathly thrill racing through me. I shoved my deal beneath my bird right there as so strolled along, rubbing my puss. I stroked myself through the slit.

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

A revolting thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and Beauty delectation. It had a vast collection of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my picket, pink mouth. I needed a vibrant ghost. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that veto division. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

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

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

I shuddered, heading towards the makeup. fervor flooded through me. I was just so tidal bore for this. I reached the showing, staring at all the different one. There were so many semblance. So many different ways I could paint my lips. Some were misfortunate. Why would I want to go with a slightly unlike tad of pink ? But there were other ones ... Reds so bright they practically screamed bawd. Purples. They even had black.

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

I grabbed the calamitous lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless pantie were utilitarian. I had a naughty place I could conceal things. I groaned as the narrow subway system of lipstick pressed against my virgin twat backtalk. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and inscrutable. I groaned, naughty rippling tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jeans skirt, the jean rustling about my thighs.

"Oh, yes, yes,"I moaned. It was so unholy. I could just she-bop right here.

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

smiling, I snagged up the passionateness Fruit Red, hating the epithet of the color but it was so red. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lip rouge underground even deeper into my deepness. My back arched. My tits quivered in my belly shirt. My nipples throbbed so much. I stared up at the ceiling as the pleasure rippled through me. My kitty was so sensitive. I could n't wait to ingest my first cock inside of me.

Maybe I should let daddy fuck me for denting his car ? Ooh, I bet he had such a big hammer. He would fill me up more than these lipstick vacuum tube. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were steamy with my juices. I brought them to my intrude, inhaling my sweetness musk.

"God, I smell Delicious,"I moaned.

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

My pussy clenched around the two lip rouge electron tube. I bit my lip, wanting to steal a third, but I was getting disquieted about getting that get-go one out. My finger's breadth could only reach so far inside of me. Well, the two I had would be goodness enough for now. I could always shoplift again.

On the way out, I snatched some eye shadow, palming the slender typesetter's case in my mitt. I sauntered out, the tubes of lipstick shifting around inside of me. I groaned at how wicked they felt. My impudence burned as the rapture rippled through me. I gave the shop clerk, sitting bored the counter and staring at her phone, a wave.

She gave a lukewarm wave back. She had no idea I had a pussy broad of her merchandise.

I burst into wanton giggles the minute I was out of the store. I strutted into the flow of the mall 's customers, my pussy getting teased by those lipstick vacuum tube shifting inside of me. I groaned, wondering if I could come just from walking around with stuff buried in my goofball.

That was something I had to recover out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick from my pussy. I had a petty difficulty getting out the black tube, my finger's breadth slipping on the smooth barb. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panty massaging my knuckle joint while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a surd Northerner, I wrenched out the risque 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 look so wicked. I opened the eye apparition, seeing a palette with several shades on it. I selected a dark bluish-gray hue and swept it across my upper palpebra. They made my green profundity look so smoky.

I fluttered my lashes, loving the looking. I was such a bad, bad miss. A blue shiver raced through me.

composition was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a"personal massager"surgical incision. They sold them to relieve"distaff stress."I loved it. They also had a discreet excerption of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ace you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my 1st vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other cleaning woman 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 toys, smiling. My centre flicked up and down them. There were a pair of body and wand massagers, packaged to wait like traditional therapy item instead of what they really were : sex toys. I had a few Quaker whose mothers had those. On the tush shelf were the on-key sex toys. The vibrators that were shaped like thick beam of light. A heavy dildo made me smile.

I groaned when I saw the display model. It was silver, so wonderfully sheeny. 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 prick of the vibrator pushed into my virgin cuckoo.

My kitty-cat lips spread around it, my bitch stretch 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 bitch. It was like null I 'd ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so a great deal thicker than my finger. Than the lipstick subway. It kept going. It reached deeper and cryptical interior of me. I groaned, trembling on the wand of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my hint quickened.

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

I groaned as I pushed the last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully total. Was this what it would feel like to throw a stopcock in me ? I could n't wait to find out. I could n't look to get it on my first guy. I did n't know who it should be.

My father ?

He was someone a bad girl would bang. He was at family. I did need to make up for damaging the car. I shuddered as I whirled around, the thick vibrator shifting around my snatch. I groaned, every step a wonderful delight. I moved through the storehouse, bold, not giving any fucks.

I belonged. I was n't doing anything legal injury. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrified rush seemed to spark from my new favourite step-in. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the fund into the mall traffic.

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

My head snapped to the right to see the strong and tall form of a police military officer advancing on me. He had drab hair's-breadth, a heavyset mustache on his amphetamine 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 wrong, Officer ?"

"We just need you to descend with us, miss,"a second cop said. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a brown goatee framing his thick and powerful lips. He had a fade buzzed into the face of his head, that high and tight carrier. A shudder rippled through me, my twat clenching down on the vibrator.

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

The cop with a mustache, his name tag reading tater, seized my correctly arm."Do n't balk, miss."

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

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

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

"missy, we 've seen the security footage of you walking out of garden pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the wheel. I bet that 's not the solitary thing we 're going to determine that you 've stolen."

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

This wicked shiver ran through me as Officer Irish potato pulled both my wrist behind my back. He held my hands together while he pulled out his handcuff. I gasped as the first cuff slapped on my compensate carpus. I felt the stinging pain and then heard the ratcheting sound as he squeezed it tight. He smacked the other handcuff on my leave wrist, binding my hands together.

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

"Oh, god, you have no mind of the wicked matter I 've done,"I purred in the aphrodisiac voice I could. I could feel the snatch juice dripping out of me, A free fall landed on the base between my metrical foot. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

"Why am I not surprised,"said officer Lassiter."small 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 signify you can fracture the law. There are consequences."

"punishment,"growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two pig marched me through the shopping center. Each one gripped my arm, their workforce so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My puss only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lacing of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my coxa. My nipples rubbed into the thin fabric of my craw top, sending marvelous shudder down to my pussy.

They were both so strong. So youth and brawny. I licked my lips, feeling the impressible substance of the lipstick. My small bosom quivered, their heart falling on them as they jiggled in my too-tight top.

Our journey ended at a small-scale auxiliary police station for the plaza. Just a piddling waiting room no liberal than a bus stop, a topographic point for a couple of cops stationed at the mall to return to on their breaks. It probably had a holding cell in there. I shuddered as Officer Irish potato pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the heavy room access. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a revolting tingle raced through me.

"You got a public figure, slovenly woman ?"asked policeman Lassiter as he led me through."A real one since Slut is the perfect give-and-take for you, is n't it ?"

"Yes,"I moaned.

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

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

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

"High,"said Officer Lassiter."slovenly woman got herself a pair of decent titty. Young and business firm. I bet you 're not a day over eighteen."

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

I shuddered at the touch sensation of a man on my knocker. My teat throbbed as he massaged his medal into them. Gasps and moans burst from my mouth as I trembled there. My pussy clenched so severely on the vibrator. I swayed, my center fluttering, piffling stars dancing across my vision as an electric spate crack through me.

police officer white potato knelt behind me. He reached around and unsnapped the fastener of my jeans chick. With a hard Yankee, he ripped it down. He exposed my pitch blackness panties with their two Good Book written in those bold face, white alphabetic character. He chuckled, his hand stroking across the phrase.

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

"Yes,"I moaned as ship's officer Lassiter pinched my teat through my top. He twisted them, rubbing the fabric into my nubs.

"Well look at that,"Officer white potato said. He nudged the vibrator in my snatch, 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,"ship's officer white potato said."She 's got a vibrator shoved up her cunt."

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

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

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

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

I trembled as police officer Lassiter twisted and played with my nipples, massaging them as this unbelievable bliss surged out of my puss. The vibrator hummed away inside of me. It was like nothing I 'd ever imagine. My fingers twitched as my integral torso trembled.

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

"That 's what you wanted to steal, huh ?"Officer Murphy asked, his finger sliding around the buzzing lance shoved in my slit. His fingerbreadth stroked over my petals."Just wanted to get off, did n't you, Slut ?"

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

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

I gasped as he did n't shoot off my craw top—how could he with my hired hand cuffed—instead, he just ripped the front open. The flimsy fabric torus while the heftiness in his arms bulged. My snatch clenched over the buzzing vibrator at how unassailable he was. How hefty. I whimpered, realizing just how helpless I was.

These two men could do anything to me.

A whine of delight fusillade from my lips as my cute titty jiggled before me. Then I groaned as Officer spud yanked down my bad fille panties, sliding them down my legs until I was stepping out of them. I stood there naked, the vibrator buzzing in my pussy. More drop of puss juices dribbled from the naughty toy, splattering the cement base. My toes curled in my shoes as I whimpered and moaned, my head tossing back and Forth River. My unforesightful, wild hair swayed.

This was so incredible.

"You 're guilty of shrinkage, Slut,"growled Officer murphy. His deal planted into the heart of my rachis and shoved me forward. He practically slammed me down onto the mesa, my nipples kissing the low temperature, metallic airfoil. I gasped at his forcefulness as he pinned me there. Being helpless made me palpate incredible. My fingers flexed, my wrist joint pulling 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 hum intensified. Darkness already fuzzed the edge of my visual sensation. My orgasm built and built inside my naughty cunny. My eighteen-year-old cuckoo squeezed down on the awesome toy massaging my insides. My snatch melted around it. I was—

smacking !

Stinging pain exploded across my ass. My cunt clenched down so hard on the buzzing transport. The humming toy soothed away the stinging painful sensation burning across my rump. I had n't been spanked since I was a little fille, I wished my dada did it more often.

This was so exciting.

CRACK !

police officer Lassiter spanked his broad deal on my left butt-cheek. That wondrous, stinging pain burned through me, only increasing the delight building my pussy. The vibrator carried me towards my orgasm so fast. I was out of control.

tang !

"Such a naughty, fucking slovenly woman !"

chap !

"Yes !"I howled."punish me. I 'm such a bad miss !"

scag !

CRACK !

skag !

CRACK !

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

slap !

"Filthy adulteress !"

gap !

"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 !

shot !

My cunt convulsed around the vibrator as they spanked me. Wave after wave of walking on air flooded from my puss. Tsunamis of go flowed through my body. The rapture drowned my judgment. Stars explosion across vision while darkness rippled around the sharpness. My wrist pulling against the handcuffs, adding another flair infliction to the powerful spanks landing over and over on my blue rump.

smooch !

CRACK !

Juices flowed hot, down my second joint, gushing out around the vibrator churning me up. Its humming surged bliss through me that commingle with stinging infliction, the two swirling together to make a storm inside of me. A tempest of arrant ecstasy. It swept through me. Electrified me. My hard tit rubbed against the frigidity steel of the inquiry table.

"I 'm a bad female child !"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 estimate that one orgasm could spill into another. My botch up masturbation had never delivered anything close to this bliss. This was the pleasance a bad girl got to go through.

The pure rapture of being naughty.

relish !

cracking !

"Oh my shtup God, yes ! preserve spanking me ! I 'm still bad ! Punish me ! I stole ! I 'm a disgustful thief !"

"Goddamn, this niggling strumpet has a set of lungs on her,"ship's officer Lassiter groaned."I think she needs something to shut her up."

SMACK !

"What are you suggesting ?"asked officeholder Murphy.

Instead of the next spank, I heard the rustling of wearable. I blinked as officeholder Lassiter was standing before me. He was on the other side of the interrogation table from the early cop, naked, his body all severe muscles. He seized my unawares, blonde hair and yanked my head a few inch towards ...

His cock.

His dick bobbed before my oral fissure 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 eubstance.

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 state of nature. So juicy. I nursed on him with such hunger, reveling in this moment.

I heard clothing rustling behind me. officer white potato was stripping naked now. He was exposing that muscular body of his. I just knew it. Would he bang my virgin twat with his hard stopcock ? Was I finally going to get pounded by my 1st dick while I sucked on another cock ?

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

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

Officer spud rammed his dick into my spasming twat.

Another orgasm volley inside of me, my kitty-cat writhing about the peter taking my virginity. I had my first cock in me. thick and long, pumping in and out of me. I massaged it with my silky flesh as I squeezed my eyes shut. Such pleasure filled me, buzzing out of my asshole, rippling out of my pussy, sparking from my nipples rubbing on the cold table.

"Goddamn, this slut knows how to draw cock,"growled police officer Lassiter.

"You should try her pussy !"groaned officer murphy."I 've never been in slit this tight. Barely legal twat is amazing !"

I moaned and whimpered around Officer Lassiter 's dick as police officer Murphy fucked my spasming pussy. My bunghole buzzed with the vibrator, rippling sense experience melting down to my pussy stuffed full of the cop 's big cock.

It was incredible.

The pleasure just would n't barricade. Wave after wafture of pleasure rippled through me as the two cops punished me. Every time officeholder spud slammed into my cunt, his genital organ smacked my ass and pushed the vibrator just a little bit deeper into me. My digit flexed, my wrists pulling on the manacle. They used me. They fucked my marriageable physical structure with hunger.

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

I wiggled my hips, stirring my convulsing cunt around officeholder Irish potato 's big hawkshaw. I wanted the cop spurting into my cunt. I wanted to feel that hot jizz splashing inside of me. I moaned, sucking with such desperate hungriness on Officer Lassiter 's cock. Drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, running over my chin.

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

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

I squealed around his dick.

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

I sucked so hard. I wanted to pledge his cum. I wanted to feel it spurting into my lip. I sucked with such hectic hunger. My son of a bitch clenched around the buzzing vibrator. The toy assaulted my velvety flesh while Officer white potato 's big stick rammed into my cunt. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me.

It was the best in the globe. Sex was awful. My ass burned with every impact of Officer tater 's private parts. He spanked me every prison term he fucked into my racy cunt. I squealed, the handcuffs rattling as I trembled. My fingers twitched. My small nipples drank in the common cold surface of the interrogative table. The wanton sounds of my blowjob blend with the slap of material body on flesh. The wicked noises echoed through the small interrogative sentence room.

The cops grunted and groaned as they used me. They plowed into me from both incline. My heart squeezed shut, stars dancing through the darkness. My mind drowned. How much more of this could I acquire ? My kitty convulsing. Rippling and spasming. It was incredible.

"God fucking damn,"police officer Murphy growled."What a tight snatch. Oh, god, I ca n't necessitate much More of this pussy."

"Fucking cum in her puss ! Just flood the little cocotte !"Officer Lassiter gripped my hair, pulling on it. Pain flared in my scalp."Yes !"

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

I loved it.

My twat spasmed harder. My arsehole rippled around the buzzing vibrator. I squealed as the jizz spurted and bathed my font. I opened my mouth broad, thrusting out my tongue. A fantastic squirt splashed right on my tongue. The salty delight melted through my gustatory sensation buds.

"Yes, yes, yes ! !"I howled."Cum on my face ! Use me like a fucking sporting lady !"

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

"The shag adulteress smuggles vibrators up her snatch ! What did you await ?"policeman Irish potato slammed abstruse into me."roll in the hay !"

"Cum in me !"I moaned."Spill 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 passionateness splashing against my depths. My twat writhed about him as he unloaded spurt after jet of jizz. The intense waves of ecstasy swept through me as a man filled my marriageable snatch with his seed.

I reveled in it. As Officer Lassiter 's juice dripped on my typeface, my bitch milked Officer spud 's dick dry. His paw squeezed my coxa, gripping me as he grunted with each blast. I loved it. He was filling me with all his jizz.

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

ship's officer Lassiter chuckled.

"Goddamn, you are—"

The room access opened, cutting off Officer Murphy.

"What are you two ..."The thick spokesperson of the newcomer trailed off.

I glanced over my berm to see a hulking, Negroid cop with a shaved oral sex. He stared at me, heart narrowing. officeholder potato ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy, the vibrator still buzzing away in my whoreson. His jizz leaked out of me and dripped down my thighs.

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

Though he called the Black cop"Mac,"his name tag read policeman Capital. The blackness cop stared at me."What did the picayune hussy bargain ? Your cum ?"

Officer murphy chuckled."The dildo buzzing away in her asshole, the clothes 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,"officeholder Capital said, unbuckling his gun belt."She had anything but that vibrator shoved up her asshole ?"

"Nope,"I moaned.

smacking !

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

military officer Booker T. Washington chuckled."She is a wicked, little skank, is n't she ?"

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

"Yet."The mysterious rumble of military officer Washington 's quarrel made my bowel clench around on the buzzing vibrator.

I trembled as he stripped naked, revealing a unspecific consistence, heavily muscled. He had black-ink tattoos that almost vanished into his ebony skin. I gasped when he shoved down his knickers. He had a monster of a shaft. He dwarfed both the White fuzz and the vibrator churning up my bastard. How could that even fit in me ?

I wanted to find out.

"Look at her wiggle,"said Officer Washington."Little, Patrick White slut wants my big, Black person prick reaming her asshole."

"Yes !"I moaned."Punish me, Offic—"

flavour ! !

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

I shuddered as the Black cop moved closer. A pixilated thrill shot through me. He was going to glut that massive shaft up my whoreson. I groaned, my finger flexing. I was cuffed. There was absolutely goose egg I could do to stop him. It made me so wet. Cum leaked out of my pussy as it clenched, aching to be filled again.

It wanted to do such naughty, naughty things.

"Goddamn, she is bore for it,"Officer Washington D.C. growled.

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

"Bet her pappa 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.

ship's officer Booker Taliaferro Washington ripped the vibrator out of my son of a bitch and tossed the buzzing toy to the base. It skittered and hummed, rattling as the engine kept churning away. I was suddenly bereft of all superstar in my crushed half. My asshole clenched, my body shaking. I became so aware of the cold mesa beneath my body. My small titties drank it in, my nipples throbbing. I wiggled and squirmed, so quick for it.

Strong hands grab my shank. They were huge, practically wrapping around me. I gasped as the Shirley Temple man lifted me up. He held me, my hair's-breadth dangling before me. A bead of cum fell from my chin and splattered on the table. He pressed his hawkshaw between my butt-cheeks. He moved me, sliding my crack up his hawkshaw until his tip pressed into my asshole. It was a thick, blunt cockhead.

I whimpered.

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

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

My prick flared in pain as it stretched wide enough to take his huge, Black putz. He lanced so rich in me. My bowels clung to him, this burning heat rippling through me. I bucked and squirmed, my piddling titties jiggling beneath me. The cop grunted as my butt-cheeks pressed against his crotch. I could find his wiry pubic hair.

"Goddamn, Andrew Dickson White girl ass is the best."

I just whimpered, drooling, cum and spittle falling to the table as I moaned. It was unbelievable. My pussycat was already spasming. Another orgasm rippled through me, my motherfucker celebrating his monumental pecker filling me. Only a bad girl could withdraw a peter that huge back there without flinching. I rippled and writhed about them, squirming my rose hip, 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 sustenance sex toy. Like I was his personal Fleshlight. I gasped and moaned, his hawkshaw pumping in and out of my asshole. My writhing flesh gripped him, the warmth flowing through me. I groaned and growled while the other two pig watched and chuckled. My moans echoed through the interrogation room, my passionateness rippling about us. It was incredible.

My butt-cheek smacked against his crotch, the stinging bother in my spank can flaring through me. It only added to the pleasure of his immense putz 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 feel his posture, his great finger's breadth holding me. He practically encircled my waistline with his two hired man. The creation swung around me as he used me.

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

"All the Edward Douglas White Jr. sluts do. They love my big, Shirley Temple peter stretching out their miserly holes."

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

My pussy convulsed, juice and cum spilling down my thighs. My handlock 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 delight rippling about his cock. This was the best in the world. I never wanted this to end.

He groaned. I could tell he loved my asshole. He worked me up and down that big, blackness quill. My back arched, my little tits jiggling beneath me. My pussy spasmed so intemperately, aching to be filled with anything. So envious of my asshole.

The pleasure burned through my cerebration. An ecstatic brilliance devouring everything. His every plung in my motherfucker ship new sheets of firing racing through me. I burned. Ecstasy consumed me. I howled. Shivered. This was beyond any hotshot I could imagine. I was just his sex toy. His living fuck doll.

Then he fucked me.

As he slammed me down his turncock, his hips rammed forward. I gasped at the shocking spank, bother flaring across my rump. I bounced forward, my bowels sliding up his turncock as his arms held me loose now. It was like I was a swinging. 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 ecstasy ! dungeon fucking me ! Do n't stop !"

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

More orgasms than I could count blazed through me. They roared from one to the former, Adam enrapture in walking on air and euphory all swirling in a firestorm of passion. Darkness swallowed my imagination. I howled. It was too much.

My senses could n't take it.

"God fucking shucks !"the cop roared.

The Black person cop 's tinder fired in my asshole. Dimly, at the border of my awareness, I felt the jolts of jizz pumping into me again and again. These hot streams of punk basted me. I trembled, loving him. My mother fucker writhed, milking his shaft as he grunted.

I swayed through the darkness. The rapture buffeted me from every side. His hot cum filled me. I drifted, howling in ecstasy. I felt something cool against me. My asshole was empty, the cum leaking out of me. I blinked, seeing the query table before me.

He fucked me so knockout I 'd turn a loss it. Only a bad young woman could experience that.

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

"Only doubtfulness, what are we going to do with the piffling whore ?"said police officer white potato."Still do n't make out her epithet. We got to write this up in the study somehow."

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

Officer potato snorted."Let you go ? We got you cold on shoplifting. We found the vibrator shoved up your twat. Why would we let you go ?"

"True,"I said, straightening. So much of police officer capital of the United States 's cum leaked out of my motherfucker. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with policeman murphy 's. Officer Lassiter 's jizz still stained my face."What 's gon na happen when your superior find out you all fucked me. Are you going to arrogate 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 George Washington, his interpreter growing stiff.

I laughed. My handcuff mountain chain rattled."We both know that forensics will find even the bantam hint of your jizz on me. Your DNA. How long will you be going to incarcerate for molesting an female person prisoner ?"

Officer Lassiter swallowed.

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

"God fucking darn,"military officer Washington D.C. 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 minor police station wearing my bad young lady panties, the vibrator shoved back up inside my twat. I wore one of their police jersey, feeling naughty that I had their department logotype printed across my petite tits. It was sized for a kid, so it fitted me like a mo skin. It showed off everything. I was going to enjoy being a bad girl.

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

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The figure chuckled. chastity was a brilliant achiever. It was so glad it had the melodic theme to create these panties. Humans were such fun to manipulate.

Its newest cosmos was ready. It was an interesting pair of scanty. It was actually virginal. A soft whiteness, the waistband trimmed in delicate lace, a individual password printed in princess-pink varsity letter across the rump, each one drawn in a whirl of cursive.

Curious ?

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

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