Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

The figure wasn’t at its usual place to drop off a pair of its special creations.

The nondescript form slipped in through the crowds at the First Baptists Church’s clothes drive. The figure wove through the conservatively dressed crowd of people dropping off clothes in boxes, trash bags, and sometimes loose piles. The articles were dumped onto tables to be sorted to be distributed to those with less and in need. The figure was inspired to leave this pair of panties here. It was the perfect place for them.

They were muted compared to the last few it had made. A solid black color, waistband trimmed in lace, and with one unique feature: they were crotchless. Lace also surrounded the slit in the panties’ gusset, allowing naughty access to the pussy of the lucky girl who donned them.

Chastity Reynolds was a good girl. The perfect one for the panties emblazoned with the all-capitalized letters, each one white and bold. “Bad Girl” they read.

With a flick of its wrist, the figure dropped the panties into a pile of clothing. Soon a teenage girl, fourteen, would arrive to sort them. By then, the figure would be long gone, not remembered by anyone.

Chastity Reynolds, a sweet, blonde girl with her hair falling in a long braid on her back, arrived to gather up the next load of clothes to be sorted. They had to be separated by sex, by age, and then by sizes and types. There were laundry baskets 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 need in her community. It made her feel fulfilled. It gave the girl such a thrill to be so helpful.

She froze when she came across the panties.

Underwear was not one of the things that were asked for. Not used. If they came sealed in packs, that was fine. But these were clearly used. She picked them up, and an electric tingle raced through her. She gripped them, stroking the lace. They were the naughtiest pair of panties she’d ever seen in her life. The fourteen-year-old girl shuddered, surprised by the liquid heat bursting inside of her. The wanton sensation was something alien to the good girl. It rushed through her. She blushed and she noticed the lace on the gusset.

She gasped as she poked her finger through the slit in the crotch. They were torn, but deliberately. The innocent girl didn’t understand why someone 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 letters. “Bad Girl,” she breathed, reading the phrase. “What are these doing here?”

Those two words galvanized her mind. Chastity was a good girl. Yes, she’d gotten in trouble, told a few fibs, tried to get out of eating her greens or not doing her homework, but she had never done anything truly bad.

She took her first step on that path as she balled up the panties and shoved them into her skirt’s pocket. She gasped at what she’d done. She was stealing from the church’s clothing drive.

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

Chastity Reynolds

I stared at the panties, my fingers stroking through the slit in the crotch. It was all I could think about since I stole them yesterday at the clothing drive. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. But those two words, Bad Girl, just electrified me. They were so tantalizing. So at odds with everything that I was. Christians didn’t steal. A Christian shouldn’t want 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 panties now. I wanted to put on some casual clothes, to do my homework, and relax around the house before evening service. All I could think about during church service was the panties.

What would it be like to wear a pair that didn’t have a crotch?

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

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

I hooked the waistband of my panties and rolled them off my hips. I was shocked by the sweet musk that filled my nose. I groaned, realizing the scent was coming from the wet heat that had engulfed my pussy. I shouldn’t think of my vagina as a pussy, but I couldn’t help it. Bad girls had pussies.

Was I a bad girl now?

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

The electric tingles intensified.

Everywhere the cloth touched me came alive. A crackling sensation surged up my legs and reached my pussy, increasing the molten heat. I let out a groan of wanton pleasure. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.

I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic hair peeking through the panties’ slit.

That wasn’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 didn’t need pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra? My small titties didn’t need it. I reached behind me and undid it as I smiled.

I had some grooming to do.

Wearing only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. I yanked open my door, not caring if my parents spotted me. I calmly walked down the hallway, a sway to my nubile hips I’d never possessed. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples 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 bathroom and closed the door behind me.

“Chastity, honey,” Mom said a heartbeat later, “I’m going out for a jog. You better do your homework.”

I rolled my eyes as I heard mom’s footsteps pass. God, she was such a stuck up bitch. Homework? Eww.

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

Snip. Snip. Snip.

My hair fell to the flooring, golden strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so ragged and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She thought women should have long hair.

Not me.

I didn’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 tight pussy lips parting. I couldn’t help but run a finger up and down my folds. I didn’t have a hymen. I’d broken that riding my bike years ago.

Feeling bad, I thrust my finger inside of my 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 bathroom door wasn’t even locked. Dad could walk 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 pleasure rippled through me. It was wonderful.

I sucked the sweet cream off my fingers, loving the flavor, and set to work. I coated my pubic hair in pink foam and started shaving. I wasn’t afraid. Bad girls didn’t get afraid. We acted. We took what we wanted.

We shaved our pussies to be wicked, wanton sluts.

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

“Daddy, daddy, yes!” I howled.

Pity he didn’t show up.

Dry and out of the bath, I pulled on my favorite pair of panties. Now they felt right to wear. I could feel the air kissing my shaved bare vulva through the slit. I felt so wicked as I strolled out of the bathroom topless and headed back to my bedroom, my hips swaying from side to side. Why couldn’t daddy have caught me? Or even Mommy? Maybe she’d make me eat her pussy.

Mine tasted so good. 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 black and the shortest skirt I had. It fell to my knees. My knees! God, I was such a lame, boring bitch. No longer. I was off to the mall.

I snagged dad’s car keys on my way out. I’d never driven before, I was too young. How hard could it be?

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

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

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

I sauntered into Pink Chic, the trendy clothing place I’d always seen but never dared to enter before. My eyes flitted around, searching for the perfect thing. I spotted a short jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.

I didn’t hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the floor. I didn’t need those boring things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped against my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my rump.

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

I was so eager to find out.

I paused to slip my right hand underneath my skirt and slide my digits through the slit in my panties’ gusset. I stroked my juicy pussy lips, sending a wicked thrill through me. My naked breasts jiggled. I pinched a nipple, oohing in delight. I shuddered and then pulled my fingers out.

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

A quick tug removed the tag on the belly shirt, and then I was pulling it over my head. I had to work it down, the fabric molding around my torso. I groaned as I dragged it over my budding breasts, my small nipples outlined by the thin material. It clung to my small titties, leaving nothing to the imagination. My sleek, flat stomach was exposed, my cute bellybutton just begging for attention. With my short, wild hair, I looked so wicked.

“Girl, you are one hot bitch,” I purred to my reflection.

Not giving any fucks, I opened the changing room door and sauntered out like I owned these clothes. I threaded my way through the store, navigating the clothing racks. I didn’t even glance at the clerk.

In moments, I was past the sensors and out into the stream of the mall’s foot traffic. I sauntered to my next destination. My pussy clenched, a wicked thrill racing through me. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt right there as so strolled along, rubbing my pussy. I stroked myself through the slit.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, winking at a passing boy.

A wicked thrill shot through me as I headed into Bath and Beauty Delights. It had a huge collection of makeup. I was most interested in some lipstick. I needed to do something about my pale, pink lips. I needed a vibrant shade. I needed to announce to the world just who I was. My gaze fell towards that forbidden section. The place my mother never wanted me to go.

“Makeup is just lying about what God gave you, and you know where liars go, don’t you Chastity?”

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

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

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

I grabbed the black lipstick first, smiling as I shoved it up beneath my skirt. The crotchless panties were useful. I had a naughty place I could hide things. I groaned as the narrow tube of lipstick pressed against my virgin pussy lips. I shuddered as I pushed it inside me. Deeper and deeper. I groaned, naughty ripples tingling down to my toes. My hips shook in my jeans skirt, the denim rustling about my thighs.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned. It was so wicked. I could just masturbate right here.

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

Grinning, I snagged up the Passion Fruit Red, hating the name of the color but it was so scarlet. I shuddered as I pressed it up inside me, pushing the black lipstick tube even deeper into my depths. 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 pussy was so sensitive. I couldn’t wait to take 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 cock. He would fill me up more than these lipstick tubes. I pulled my fingers away, loving how they were sticky with my juices. I brought them to my nose, inhaling my sweet musk.

“God, I smell delicious,” I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

That was something I had to find out next.

I ducked into the ladies room and fished out both tubes of lipstick from my pussy. I had a little trouble getting out the black tube, my fingers slipping on the smooth shaft. I shuddered and groaned, the lace of the crotchless panties massaging my knuckles while I stimulated my hot flesh. My clit ached and throbbed. With a hard yank, I wrenched out the naughty lipstick.

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

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

Makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a “personal massager” section. They sold them to relieve “female stress.” I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.

I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other women who were browsing the brassieres. I drifted towards the “massagers,” not even hesitating. If you acted like you belonged, people thought you did. God, people were so stupid. I was fourteen, I shouldn’t be here.

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

I groaned when I saw the display model. It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. I picked it up and smiled. I didn’t even look to see if anyone was looking.

I just shoved the toy up beneath my skirt.

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

My pussy lips spread around it, my cunt stretching and stretching for it. My toes wiggled in my shoes. Wicked trembles raced through me as I pressed the vibrator deeper and deeper into my cunt. It was like nothing I’d ever had in me. Had ever experienced. It was so much thicker than my fingers. Than the lipstick tubes. It kept going. It reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I groaned, trembling on the verge of an orgasm. My eyes fluttered, my breath quickened.

“Oh, God, I’m going to have so much fun with you,” I moaned.

I groaned as I pushed the last inch into me. I savored it. I was so wonderfully full. Was this what it would feel like to have a cock in me? I couldn’t wait to find out. I couldn’t wait to fuck my first guy. I didn’t know who it should be.

My father?

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

I belonged. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Nope. Just ignore me as I stroll out with your vibrator shoved up my cunt. These tingles raced through me, an electrified thrill seemed to spark from my new favorite panties. My fingers fluttered as I sauntered out of the store 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 officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a thick mustache on his upper lip. His eyes were hard as he stared at me. My pussy clenched about the vibrator as I gave him a beguiling smile.

“Oh,” I said, playing it cool. “Is there something wrong, Officer?”

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

“Oh, I need to go. My daddy’s waiting for me.” I fluttered my eyes as I gushed like a little girl. “He’ll be so mad if I’m late. I can’t help you. Sorry.”

The cop with a mustache, his name tag reading Murphy, seized my right arm. “Don’t resist, miss.” “What?” I gasped as he pressed me towards the wall. My pussy clenched around the vibrator. “What are you doing?”

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

“Shoplifting?” I gasped and feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Miss, we’ve seen the security footage of you walking out of Pink Chic in the skirt and top you stole off the rack. I bet that’s not the only thing we’re going to find that you’ve stolen.”

“So don’t resist, miss,” said the officer with a goatee. His name tag read Lassiter. “It would be a shame to have to ... hurt such a pretty thing.”

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

I trembled, arrested like a true bad girl.

“Oh, god, you have no idea of the wicked things I’ve done,” I purred in the sexiest voice I could. I could feel the pussy juices dripping out of me, A drop landed on the floor between my feet. My cream must be running down the vibrator.

“Why am I not surprised,” said Officer Lassiter. “Little slut like you, dressed like that, thinks she can do whatever she wants. Well, miss, just because you got a hot ass doesn’t mean you can break the law. There are consequences.”

“Punishments,” growled Officer Murphy.

I almost fainted in rapture.

The vibrator shifted around inside of me as the two cops marched me through the mall. Each one gripped my arm, their hands so strong. I trembled between them, but not in fear. My pussy only grew hotter and hotter. My clit ached, the lace of the crotchless panties brushing my little bud as I swayed my hips. My nipples rubbed into the thin fabric of my crop top, sending wonderful tingles down to my pussy.

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

Our journey ended at a small auxiliary police station for the mall. Just a little waiting room no bigger than a bus stop, a place 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 Murphy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the heavy door. It creaked open, my cunt gripping the vibrator as a wicked tingle raced through me.

“You got a name, slut?” asked Officer Lassiter as he led me through. “A real one since Slut is the perfect word for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

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

“Then you’ll just have to make 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 chairs around it. I shuddered as they stared at me with such hunger.