Mind-Control panty

Story Two : Brat 's Kinky penalty

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for genus Beta Reading this !

There was nothing special about the department stock. It was like a thousand others in its concatenation. A monumental, outside web of box memory that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cooking utensil to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the fund appeared no dissimilar than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a quiet grace, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of panties clutched in the trope 's hand. They were a pale garden pink, with the word Bratty printed in amber, glittery letter across the rear. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would give a fulgent showing of teasing delight.

The consummate garment for a brat.

The fig headed to the habiliment surgical incision frequented by college fille. It passed a stand with dozens of panties on it in all physical body and styles and invention. With a casual motion-picture show of the wrist joint, the Bratty pantie landed with the others. There to await a sealed someone.

Anna Carter, XVIII, was shopping with her sire and two older brother. Her articulatio humeri length, Robert Brown hairsbreadth was held back from her brass by a distich of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her peer, a dark blouse tucked into a long skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory belt of her collarbone. She had bright, hazelnut eyes and fatten lips over a small nose.

"male child,"growled her Father of the Church, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was marvellous and muscular, his nose vauntingly. A trait both his sons, Rick and John, possessed.

"Just messing around with John, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big grin on his face.

John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker punch ?"

haystack grinned."God, if I thought you were pussy, I would n't receive given you a erotic love tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the gratuity of her ears burning. She obviously looked embarrass by her crony 's activity. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to pick up a few things."

Her father, a widower, flicked his regard to the clothing section. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, mulct, just run into us in the sporting goods section in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her chief and slipped out into the clothing section.

She needed a few new pairs of step-in. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the cheap form, the I with a wide cut, not the hardiness 1 the girlfriend at her college liked to have on. Perhaps it was the gilded sparkle on the word Bratty that drew her tending, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of cloth so peg down that Anna could n't sympathize how it could extend anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panty and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The give-and-take Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so ill-affected. Something that a bad girl would wear.

Not a unspoilt young lady like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't bed what unusual desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her spike burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a wrack holding ten packs of bum pantie and snagged the number one one she could. She buried the Bratty dyad beneath the pack, clutching it cockeyed, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the residual of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her forefather would see what she bought. But he did n't observation. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to point out that the machine did n't beep nor that a price did n't show up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the residual of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearsome that her father would notice her purchase.

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Anna Carter

Two workweek later, I was still terrified that my Fatherhood would regain that certain distich of panties tucked in the back of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bandeau, but was also the finish brace of clear panty I had. I 'd outwear every yoke of clean panties I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of orchis and bacon I made before my father, my stomach squirming.

His brown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he have a go at it ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a immediate kiss on the nerve before I hurried over and set down plates before my crony. kink 's orange juice was right on the border of the table. I was just turning away to acquire my own behind when John went to smack crick. John 's hired hand flew out, striking the glass of Orange River juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the putting surface, charge card cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to sidestep it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my wench right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid state soak through my chick to my pantie. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my mettle beating so fast. I could feel my last dyad of clean panty absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my centre brother."looking at what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

"Do n't apologize to me ! Apologize to your damn Sister !"

John looked at me, his face pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't think of to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a clumsy spaz, you—"Rick started to say.

Though he was sometime than John, he was gaining on haystack in sizing. Snarling, John threw a severe punch at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and ward off the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to punctuate his lyric."That 's it ! You 've both had sufficiency breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered kink as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting dump about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish look before he darted off.

"Anna, dearest,"Dad said, his vox letting down,"go upstairs and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't defile your skirt. If it did, I 'll make them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last pair of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to have to put on those panties, but these ones were soaked with Orange River succus. Going without panties was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of apprehensiveness swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living room. I reached the steps, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my scanty wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden panties rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my heart. Why did wrick and John have to be so signify to each other ? Why could n't they just be overnice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such brats.

Now I had to wear those panties. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my doll were all long. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something weird happened ? What if John thought it would be funny to jerk down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the human beings. Knowing my fortune, he would do it to me today.

My buttock burned just thinking about those embarrassing, gilded letter being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't translate it. It made zero sense to me. They were so naughty. I liked knit, sensible pantie. Not the character that you wore so male child could see them.

I reached the irregular trading floor and took a few step to my sleeping room door. I twisted the brass instrument handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my room access had a lock on it. I wanted to just hide out in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't continue in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd have to leave to eat. To use the public convenience. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my washing, so I could get some panties that were unobjectionable Then I could take the Batty panty off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my annulus and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the front of my plain, livid panties. I dropped my skirt in my clothes trammel and peeled off my sodden underclothing. They stuck to me, making me sense so dirty. I balled up the panties, found a clean patch, and wiped at my chocolate-brown George Walker Bush. I got the last of the succus out of my hairsbreadth then threw my panties into the shackle.

I groaned when I spotted the orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slight form. My hair's-breadth flew about my face, leaving it a tousled kettle of fish. I would suffer to comb out it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"Darn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty clothes as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the behind of my vision. There was a single stain on my bra. An orange mar on the white cloth. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could burst in. I darted to my actor's assistant, my little breasts quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the spile of socks and bandeau shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty closed book. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of wearable to the position. I unveiled the panty lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange shiver as I grabbed the panty. An excitement ran across my peel, my little nipples hardening as it raced down past my white meat to my abdomen. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my impudence combustion bright, the bakshis of my ear blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering alphabetic character to my eyes. Bratty. I was the take opposite. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stair. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right foot through the leg hole. Another spate of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet high temperature forming inscrutable in my deepness. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The steps creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left foot through the other hole and yanked the step-in so fast up my legs my chest bounced. I wiggled my hips, seating the pantie tight against my kitty-cat. The pliable band snapped around my waist. I could sense the blue letter of the alphabet blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As pappa reached the top of the stairs, a revolting theme blazed in my brain. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panty, my titty jiggling. They were cute, little titties. Perfect conoid topped by pink mammilla. Both were severe and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard daddy reach the top of the step. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to face it and said in a cheerful part,"Hi, dada !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him break, the floor creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorhandle. He turned it, opened the threshold, and thrust his head in."Did you need anyt ..."

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, vernal titties. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.

I let him stare for one marvelous second. Then I gasped,"dad !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my hands not hiding my nipple at all."Get out of here ! I 'm naked ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his head back, slamming my room access shut so backbreaking the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so dark, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm eighteen ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so hard not to titter. My kitty felt so juicy. I pinched both my pap, tweaking them as I heard daddy shifting on his feet outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake indignation, my fingers tugging hard on my nipples. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hall to his room. I snorted, trying not to burst into laughter. It was so much fun to tease Dad. It made my cunt skillful and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eagre to bump the consummate thing to tire. I opened my underdrawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that pizzaz that fit me. Surely, I had clothes that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a frock.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was incorrect with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more tops to the floor. Through the slenderize rampart, I heard the leaping of John 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five Sister. I squirmed, risque theme making my pussy surface-active agent and surface-active agent.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four twelvemonth ago that had gotten shoved to the backbone of my drawer. It was tiny. It would model to my body and hug my firm, piddling titties. I bet it would designate a effective inch or two of my venter. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to joggle to pull it over me, feeling the material stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my minuscule buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my rump, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letters on my panties flashing in my stall mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my little breasts. My teat poked hard against the textile. It was so light, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a couple of shorts that I have n't worn in a few old age,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother 's sleeping accommodation groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his sound, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my croup, imagining Dad or wrick or John watching my ass waggle as I dug around in my bottom-most draftsman. It was full of shorts that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two years. I could separate they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the boxershorts. I worked them up and up my legs, my hip joint wiggling from side to side. My lilliputian titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my backside. I sucked in a deep breathing place, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to imbibe the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, pull back up the zip fastener most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the outcome. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could try trick really going to town on his prick. He was spanking his monkey like the second approach was about to hap, and he wanted one net cum before Jesus Jesus Christ arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange succus all over me.

I crept to my doorway, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open in by in, wider and wider. No close call from the flexible joint. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hall. I heard the shower going, guessing rick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his sleeping room. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his buttock reddening. Without a give-and-take, he hurried past me, looking uncoiled ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, piffling bosom bouncing defenseless minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my rig was. What a shame. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the phone of his bed to start up creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in joy when he resumed, thinking he was condom. My grinning grew larger and larger. I grabbed the door grip, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a recondite breath, my entire body trembling. quiver raced from my panties, electrifying all of my cutis, driving me to be the biggest brat in the world.

I wrenched undefended the door, jumped inside his sleeping accommodation, shouting,"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

Gospel According to John, his shirt pulled up to expose his flat breadbasket and his bridge player stroking his dick, kicked his legs as he struggled to cover himself."diddley !"

He glared at me as he managed to deplume his blanket over his rooster. His face turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

"What the fuck !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that masturbation makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking holler !"

I gasped in mock shock."I 'm gon na tell pop you called me a bitch !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your minuscule pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the elbow room and closed the door. I burst into laugh as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might have hated that doll, and he 'd fleece my unflattering scanty, but he had no right to cover me in orange juice.

It was clip to get back at my older brother for provoking John. My short slit tingled as I approached the lav door. The shower hissed. Our house was old. It lacked locks on any of the doors, even the toilet. My comrade had used that to their advantage many times to pull out pranks on each other.

Now it was my crook.

I twisted the door 's brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door open, the sound of my chum, kink, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door outdoors just a little farther. I could see him as a darkness through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A yucky thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his physical structure all smooth muscle. My kitty clenched as I spotted his apparel sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd brought it in from the linen paper closet.

We did n't hold on towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His hum stopped as I grabbed his dress and towel in my greedy hands. The shower bath curtain ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hairsbreadth, his tool swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dreary thatch of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking little bratwurst !"he snarled as I whirled around, my Brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hall. I heard wrick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his dress to my chest as I raced down the stair. My feet drummed a fast beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

haystack stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my berm and grinned as he struggled to handle his dick with one script as he charged down the step, his free helping hand sliding down the balusters."Give me back my apparel, you fucking little terror !"

Laughing, I jumped the finale few stairs and landed on the firstly floor. I darted to my rightfield, heading into the livelihood room. I could hear Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that loud crash. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his expression twisted in ira until he saw me. muddiness flicked across his expression as I clutched Rick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

"pop, pop !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."crick is chasing me au naturel !"

Rick volley into the keep elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving Rick a gleeful flavour over my shoulder. I stuck my lingua out at him. vehemence soared across my former brother 's face as I snuggled up pixilated against pop 's strong bureau. My little nipples throbbed. Through the melt off fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how strong dad was.

"What the roll in the hay, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

"That slight bit ... She stole my wearing apparel, Dad !"

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dart into the bathroom to get something, and then wrick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't roll in the hay what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fearfulness, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"Rick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her tongue at me. She stole my clothes on purpose !"

"Why would I do it on role ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could palpate his stopcock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my naughty panties.

privy entered the life way."Dad, she burst into my elbow room to make fun of me !"John added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, dad,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could adopt a pencil so I could do my homework, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on intention !"Gospel According to John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a minuscule holy terror !"

I gasped in mock outrage."daddy, I would n't be a minuscule brat. I 'm your in force girl."

He stared down at me, his impudence flushed, his optic hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulder joint and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my dead body, staring at the T-shirt molded to my small boob and the open fly of my short that let my pink panty peek out. My boxers hugged my crotch, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a tantalization, little terror !"growled John.

"Yeah,"wrick snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My middle widened.

dad nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a bratwurst. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to find the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange juice. They 're the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. rick in the exhibitor, and can in his bedroom."

"And ?"Daddy grunted."They 're youth me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a tantalization, piddling brat,"Daddy said, this dangerous spark in his black optic."You get laid how brats are treated."

I shook my head teacher and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the sofa, his bridge player holding me like a vice grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the lounge, shoving my face down into the cushion."No, no, pa !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight trunks, hauling them off of me with rest. He froze, seeing those glittering, Au letters printed across my tight ass. My twat grew hotter. bedwetter. I let out a wanton, slight moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"well, well, well,"Daddy said."Someone is a little brat, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as papa yanked down my pantie, exposing my pussy for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on exhibit. They could see that my President Bush was soaked by my juices. My tight tush clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the penalisation to begin.

I was a brat. And terror got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't facilitate the little wiggle that animated my hips. I was so quick for this. So eager to be spanked by my hard daddy.

The air swished behind me.

smack !

I gasped at the stinging annoyance radiating through my allow for butt-cheek. My bum clenched against the heat. The wicked harm soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sensation. This euphoric cloud nine then melted through me. This grand, naughty delight. I could n't believe how very much it made my Virgo cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"Rick hollered."Whoop the piffling brat !"

smacking !

I gasped as the sec spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both English of my rump burned, the heat melting through me. I could feel my kitty getting surface-active agent and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The warmth fanned my lust.

SMACK !

"You 've been a little little terror all morning,"growled Daddy,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, pappa !"

nose drops !

"I jumped into John the Evangelist 's elbow room on purpose !"

"You just wanted to see my shaft, did n't you, you little brat ?"bathroom growled.

flavor !

"Yes !"I howled as the rapture soared through me. This wonderful, wicked rut burned into my cunt. Daddy was so hard. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, minuscule brat.

SMACK !

"I bet you want to sneak a peek at my cock, too, did n't you ?"crick bickering."Huh, you little brat ?"

tang !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my rump. pappa 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my rump in a ace shock. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my eye. The torment was about to take me.

"I thought so,"Rick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his manus away from his hard turncock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

SMACK !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his dick. He stroked it, pumping his hand up and down it. So big. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your comrade 's turncock like a naughty, little slut,"pa growled.

SMACK !

"It 's just so engrossing !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, short whore ?"John asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a near adequate face when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The nuisance swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices overflowing my President Bush then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was unbelievable. Why did this tactile property so amazing ?

Because I was a bratwurst ? A piddling slut ?

John 's pecker appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my centre flicking from one brother 's hammer to the former. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.

scag !

"What a minuscule fucking whore !"pa growled."You said hi to me on determination, did n't you ? You wanted to flaunt those knocker at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to rag you. I wanted you to ogle me. To make you hard by revealing my youthful flesh."

"You made me fucking intemperately,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my pilus and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His early manus seized the hem of my too taut tee shirt. He yanked it up my torso so hard I heard textile tearing. The textile rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my virgin goofball. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my oral sex, but tearing it from my torso. I gasped, standing fully naked, my footling, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my brothers to enjoy.

"Damn,"kink groaned, stroking his dick faster.

"You have to have it off the lilliputian slut, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful tits at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"Brats always want to get fucked by their dada,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His bash buckle rattled. denim came undone. His zip rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to glut him. I had to pay back my daddy.

dada rammed his hammer into my virgin pussy.

My cherry tree popped in a flashbulb of infliction. My eyes bulged as his stopcock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle poking. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. Fast. His hammer was already pulling back, my juicy slit clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my stern. Pain flared through me. This wondrous, aching, delicious wiz rippled from my spanked ass to my twat. My vitiate cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown hair spilling about my face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"hayrick cheered."Fuck the little slut !"

"Pound that piffling brat 's puss !"St. John said, both my Brother stroking their cocks as they watched daddy pound me.

"This is what you get for being a tease, fiddling hussy ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his cock into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the pleasance rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's peter. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot detrition. What pain in the neck I felt was soothed away by his plunging peter rubbing against my silklike flesh. He gave me such ecstasy. Such wondrous delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to feel this. I was finally getting fucked like the lilliputian harlot I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of pain sent hotness melting down to my juicy cunny. My fathead squeezed around dad 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every heavy stab into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little cyprian,"lav groaned in awe.

"fucking, yeah, Dad,"Rick panted, the muscles of his breast rippling as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, dad is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild wave of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to number. I could find it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your tool, dada ! I want to cum like the little, bratty slut I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting knockout.

Fast.

His ballock smacked into my little clit. Sparks burst through me as I reveled in being a terror. Little dots of light danced before my eyes as the delight built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closer and closer to that wonderful, delectable rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My first coming would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my pussy squeezing so stiff around papa 's plunging dick. So huge. He stretched my little cunny to its limits. His dig gave me so a lot rapture in the process. I groaned and gasped, my hips wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The air pressure built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain commingle with the surging delight. His tool churned my little cunny to a foam. The pressure of my orgasm reached a hectic pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. My soaked, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after wafture of pleasure swept through my body. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a fucking tart !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old twat spasming so hard around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, trollop !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"hayrick growled."springiness that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty slit !"lav groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, pappa !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat hard. He churned me up. This terrific, wild rut swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my oculus fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in virtuous ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my terrific form writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

It would n't die because pa 's cock kept plunging into me.

He growled, his mitt sweeping up my trunk. I gasped as he cupped my little bosom. He squeezed them as he drove his tool into the depths of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The botheration and delight shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his hawkshaw into my deepness."You 're such a fucking fancy woman, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

pa 's cum.

"Yes, yes, overflow my pussy, dad !"I howled, my picayune cunny spasming around his dick. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled haystack."nooky her ass so hard. I want to develop in her shit !"

"No, Dad, let me fuck her up the ass !"groaned John, fisting his cock.

"Let them fuck me up the ass !"I howled as my orgasm climbed to such high peaks.

"Rick claimed your ass first,"pa grunted as my twat drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, little slut, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, bratty slut."

"Yes,"crick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy seconds, John."

"Fuck it, I still get to palpate her taut cunt !"John Lackland growled.

"So flaming tight,"dad groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored pop 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my pelvic girdle. I could n't conceive this had happened. That this wild, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first climax was amazing. It was the considerably. I wanted to keep being a holy terror. I wanted to have intercourse my dada and my brothers.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bathroom,"pa panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the little woman of the street 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest brother said and darted away.

John grinned at me, gripping his peter."You 're going to number for a drive on my cock, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my oral sex, panting. More of Daddy 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John the Divine stretched out on the livelihood room floor and held his putz up. haystack came from the bath a here and now later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my little motherfucker frisson. I rose, my legs quiver, my ass electrocution from my field. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cock to fill my spicy holes. I had two hung brothers and a pappa with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burn, I darted over to my brother. I straddled John with svelte free grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy, running hot down my thigh. John grinned at me with such lust in his eyes. He wanted me. My round knocker, my pinko nipples, my nasty cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my pussy brushed the tip of my brother 's prick. Another incestuous kick rippled through me as I sank down his shaft. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking shucks, terror !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them severe. Rough. Just the way a picayune whore like me should be treated.

"buckle up and delight the ride,"I purred, squeezing my pussy around his dick.

rick chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to ride that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"Good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John Lackland 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the delight rippling through me. So unbelievable. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His hands tightened on my boob while my clitoris strickle his pubic bone.

pleasure exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, Rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed dick pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slide his thick crown down between my crack cocaine, searching for my naughty, virgin cocksucker. Nothing about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, Rick !"I moaned.

"Hell, yes !"he growled and thrust forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no hazard. My brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal ring widening to swallow his hard diaphysis. He rammed into the depths of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down toilet 's prick. I had both my big brothers in me. Both their cocks filled my tight holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in pleasure. I savored every moment of this.

My hips rose, my kitty and asshole sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual sensations. The silky pleasure aching in my cunt and the velvety blaze in my SOB. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

rick slammed into me again. His genital organ smacked my burning ass. The pain in the neck was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down St. John the Apostle 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my tit while Rick pounded my SOB. He fucked me severely. He pounded me, spanking my blue rump again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a spicy brat !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to have it away me."

"I think the niggling brat 's going to be doing that a lot,"John the Evangelist grinned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted Rick as he pounded my tight asshole.

"We 'll have to continue your little sister in line,"pappa growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juice. He approached us, the lemony scent of my cunt adorning his tool filling my nose.

"Let me sop up you clean like a salutary little slut, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his rooster into my sass, the last pickle needing to be broken in. I had all the prick I could need in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, older chum. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my snatch up and down John 's thick tool. rick fucked me tough, slamming into my bowels. Their cock built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my excitement around Daddy 's stopcock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart succus. My tongue caressed him, making him grunt and moan as he thrust his peter deeper and harder into my oral cavity. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

"A little bratwurst like you can fucking deep-throat a prick, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't have a choice as dad rammed his putz so hard it plunged to the spine of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a mo, my pussycat and asshole clenching down on my brothers'big tool. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's huge hammer slid down my gullet. His obscure bush pressed fully into my lips while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nose, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you short whore,"dad growled.

All three of the men of my family fucked me. John thrust his pelvis upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my climax building and building in the profundity of my snatch. rick 's pecker pounded my asshole, his crotch smack over and over into my rump. pain in the ass and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then dada ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his pecker over and over down my pharynx. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and trifle sounds as I pleased him. It was so gamy. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst interior of me as the three men in my fellowship fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around Daddy 's cock plunging down my pharynx over and over. His punishing balls smacked against my chin while my miserly cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my comrade'peter. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunt and groan from them. Daddy 's men tightened in my tomentum. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

Stars outburst before my eyes.

The pleasance raged through me. Both my hollow convulsed around my sidekick 's big gumshoe. I milked them as I spasmed through my sexual climax. I moaned about pop 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the consequence of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a little, fucking jade, Anna !"crick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my mucky cunt. His paw squeezed my round knocker."Anna, you sexy, fiddling holy terror. I 'll bed you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

hayrick grunted, his cock corrupting my bunghole. Dual spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my kettle of fish. My form writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my mind. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep you in blood line from now on, you little brat,"snarled dada as he rammed his turncock down my throat.

His dick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his stopcock, my aspect pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my blue hole. The men in my family used my body to satiate the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was marvelous. I would be such a naughty brat. I would tease my sidekick, my pop, every man in my family unit as much as potential. They would have to larrup me and screw me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfect. I do n't cognize why I pretended to be such a unspoiled girl. I truly was a brat.

My coming peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three holes slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of whoremonger and fell onto the floor. Daddy 's cock slid out of my gullet in the process. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while tinder dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a stupor. I do n't recognize how long it was before I felt dada standing over me."Slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go get your belt, Dad,"John called.

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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The figure stroked the lettering, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

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