Incest/Taboo Mind-Control Panties

Rosa lifted her face. I spread my legs a little farther apart, shifting on my new heels. I trembled as I felt her hot breath caressed my pussy lips. A wicked shudder ran through me. And then her lips planted upon my vulva.

I groaned as I felt her mouth kissing my pussy. Her tongue darted out just for a moment, flicking across my virgin folds. I shuddered, that wonderful heat swelling through me. I let out a whimper as she pulled her mouth away.

I needed more.

I seized her short, brown hair. I jerked her head back to my pussy and moaned, "We have changed our mind. We desire for you to keep kissing us. Do not stop until we have flooded your mouth with our passion."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Rosa moaned moments before I pressed her face against my pussy.

My eyes fluttered as she licked at my virgin folds. Her tongue caressed up and down my slit, brushing my clit. Little sparks of passion burst inside of me. I whimpered, my fingers clenching about her hair. I held her against my delicious flesh. I trembled, savoring every lick. Every hot caress of her tongue felt amazing.

She worshiped me.

I stared out at my subjects as they watched. Rochelle clutched her gift in her hand, held in the rectangular box covered in red felt. On the other side of her, Maryanne quivered. She licked her lips, clearly envious of the delights that Rosa was permitted to enjoy.

A wicked thought danced through my mind.

"Lady Maryanne," I moaned, Rose's tongue caressing up and down my folds. "We desire you to kneel behind us, part our butt-cheeks, and vigorously apply your tongue upon our asshole."

She shuddered in rapture. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

A whimpering sigh ran through the court. All those hot coeds trembled. They held each other's hands, their cheeks flushed as they watched me being pleasured. My nipples ached, pressing into my pristine blouse. Maryanne, this look of joy on her face, moved behind me. She knelt and lifted my skirt.

I had never even thought of this before, but the wanton idea popped into my head. I want to have two tongues licking me. That would be perfect. Rosa lapped faster up my folds, stroking me, teasing me. I whimpered, drinking in her delight as Maryanne parted my butt-cheeks.

"Thank you for this, Queen Elizabeth," my lady-in-waiting moaned before she pressed her face between my asscheeks.

I gasped at the wicked sensation of her tongue swirling around my sphincter. She caressed the puckered hole, teasing me. Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks as her tongue swirled and rimmed my asshole. It was such a wicked treat. Such a naughty delight to experience.

I enjoyed being a queen.

My moans drifted over the lawn, my court groaning in envy. Girls were swaying, watching with such hungry eyes. They were all envious of what my two ladies-in-waiting were doing to me. Rosa and Maryanne applied their tongues was such vigorous delight.

They savored eating me.

"Yes, yes, we are enjoying your tongue so much!" I moaned. "We are confident that we shall cum hard upon your tongues. Yes, yes, keep licking us! Keep licking our pussy and our asshole!"

"Make her cum," Rochelle moaned, her fingers gripping her gift. Her feverish eyes watching, her hips wiggling from side to side.

I smiled at her, eager for her gift but desiring my orgasm first.

Rosa's tongue swirled around my clit. She danced around it, kissing it, sending such delight surging through me. At the same moment, Maryanne pressed her tongue tight against my sphincter. She pressed it deeper and deeper into me, my anal ring surrendering to it. She penetrated my bowels, her wet tongue caressing my velvety depths.

Such a naughty thing to experience. I was in heaven, dual delights racing through me. I whimpered and moaned, trembling as the two naughty coeds please me. I gripped Rosa's short hair as I whimpered. All these wonderful sensations rippled through me.

"Yes, you are bringing us closer and closer to our orgasm," I moaned. "Thrust that tongue into our asshole, Lady Maryanne. And Lady Rosa, suck hard on our clit. Yes, do that. You shall make us cum!"

"Cum, Your Majesty!" Brittany moaned from the crowd.

"Drench Lady Rosa's face with your passion!" another girl moaned. "Oh, Your Majesty, you are so beautiful!"

"I hope to be worthy of eating you out, Queen Elizabeth!"

"I would tongue your asshole!" whimpered a freshman, her petite body trembling. "I love you, Your Majesty!"

"I'll be your lezzie slut, Your Majesty!"

"Queen Elizabeth, I would gladly be your pussy licker!"

Their moans rippled around me. They drove me closer and closer to my orgasm. I swelled, trembling. Rosa sucked hard on my clit. Maryanne thrust her tongue deep into my asshole. The sensations they generated rippled through my body. My pussy tightened deep inside of me. My virgin flesh quivered. Convulsed.

I came.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as my juices gushed out of me. "We are most pleased!"

Rosa groaned as she lapped up my cream. Her tongue flicked up and down my slit, gathering up my hot juices. My asshole writhed around Maryanne's tongue at the same moment. My bowels quivered and convulsed as she probed in and out of my velvety depths.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. My moans grew louder. Stars burst in front of my eyes, celebrating my majesty. My mind drank in the pleasure rippling through my body. It was amazing. I climbed higher and higher, soaring to those wonderful pinnacles of euphoria.

"Yes, you have served us well!" I moaned as my orgasm peaked.

Died.

Rose and Maryanne pulled their mouths from my nethers. They rose, Rosa's mouth and chin coated in my cream. Maryanne came around and seized the Latina beauty, kissing her. They both moaned, savoring the flavors of my two holes.

I shuddered, my body buzzing in delight. My eyes fell on my third lady-in-waiting. "Lady Rochelle, present to us your gift."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" She moaned, her voice quivering. She stepped up before me, knelt, and held up the red box before her.

I opened it and gasped.

Inside was a snowy vibrator, its body made of smooth plastic. It was a thick and long phallus, its black base was ridged along the outside edge. I picked it out of its bed of black velvet. I stroked the smooth surface and then turned it on with a twist of the base.

It buzzed.

My pussy clenched. "Oh, Lady Rochelle, you shall be permitted the honor of taking our virginity with this precious gift."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she moaned.

I turned it off and returned it back to its bed. "Hold onto it until we are ready to enjoy it."

"You honor me, Your Majesty," Rochelle moaned as she snapped shut the box. "When you desire it, I shall be there."

"We know you shall be," I said, favoring her with a smile. I stepped off my porch, my tartan skirts swishing about my thighs. As I passed my lady-in-waiting, I caressed her cheek.

Rochelle whimpered in delight.

My three ladies-in-waiting flowed around me, following me while the rest of my court parted before me. I sauntered down the pathway to the gate and then out onto the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day, a perfect one to saunter through my queendom. The college coeds, my beautiful court, chattered and laughed and giggled in the background, all so happy to be with me. Women we passed in the road gasped in delight. "Your Majesty," they called. "May you have a blessed day."

"May all your orgasms be delicious, Queen Elizabeth," a jogger said, her large breasts bouncing in her top. She had a hungry glint in her eyes. I knew she wanted to give me one of those orgasms.

I was eager to receive all of them I could. My worshipers would fall to their knees and devour my pussy. My asshole. They would suck on my breasts. They would finger me. Use toys on me. They would all give me such pleasure. I could just sit upon my throne, spread my thighs, and spend hours in utter delight. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I thought about it, my royal cream trickling down my thighs.

I would never lower myself to touch their pussies. I would never fall to my knees and devour their cunts. I was their queen. It just wasn't proper. They were honored to touch me. To please me. It was just the way of things.

"Your Majesty," girls said as they swept in and joined the retinue as they were walking to our college, big smiles on their lips when they saw me. Some abandoned their boyfriends to join me. The guys shook their heads, not understanding that they weren't worthy enough to come anywhere near me. Luckily, I had the living barrier of my court to keep those uncouth males away. They were lucky they could even glimpse me.

Soon we reached our college, the girls all chattering. My homework was supplied, the girls each fortunate enough to receive a kiss on the lips. My tongue plunged into their mouths, of course, letting them know that they were mine. They shuddered in delight.

I swept into the college, my court peeling off as the girls went to their own classes. A small core remained around me, the ones who shared my first hour. They were a large enough barrier against the unseemly boys. My ladies kept the males away from me. I swept into my classroom, my professor's eyes lighting up. Mrs. Stevens shuddered, her fingers playing with her wedding ring. She was a busty delight, her brown hair sweeping about her face. She was dressed sexier than usual, a plunging blouse with a square neckline that I had never seen her wear before. She usually wore everything up to her throat. Her skirt was short. Daring. She had nylons on. She curtsied, lifting her skirt higher, revealing that she wore thigh-high stockings.

"Mrs. Stevens, what a delightful outfit you're wearing," I purred. "We are pleased that you dressed this way for us."

She blushed. "I'm honored you approve."

"You shall have the honor of pleasuring us during this class."

I sank down at the chair at the front. There was no desk before it. I didn't need it. I spread my thighs, sitting on my makeshift throne. The married woman stared at me, her breath quickening. She could see my nineteen-year-old pussy. She licked her lips with hunger and then fell to her knees before me.

I closed my eyes and quivered as she applied her tongue on my vulva. I arched my back, moaning. My nipples throbbed in my blouse. The girls surrounded us, a barrier to keep those nasty boys from seeing. They all drifted out anyways, realizing they had no place here. I gasped and moaned, my orgasm building quickly.

I soaked my professor's mouth with my cream when I came. She kept licking me. She gave me three wondrous orgasms before my class was finished.

"You have pleasured us greatly," I purred when she finished, my cream dripping off her lips and down her chin. Her brown eyes stared up at me, glazed with lust. I cupped her chin and kissed her, tasting my spicy cream.

I rose and swept out of the classroom.

My day passed in a haze of worshipful climaxes. Every class brought me a new pair of lips to eat my pussy. Tongues danced up and down my virginal slit. Each girl or professor used her tongue differently. Some focused on my clit, fluttering the tip of their tongues against my little bud until I exploded in rapture. Others sucked and nibbled on my labia. A few naughty girls rimmed my asshole, too. They wiggled their tongues into my bowels, swirling around inside of me.

They made me shudder.

All day, I knew the preparations for my deflowering--my true ascension to the queendom--were underway. I didn't have to give orders, I just knew my subjects were busy. There was an air of secret delight about them. Rochelle, Maryanne, and Rosa were mustering them. I trembled, eager to see what sort of delights they would have for my opening.

I couldn't wait to have my cherry popped by Rochelle and her delicious gift.

At the end of my day, after I finished cumming on a freshman's mouth, my three ladies-in-waiting appeared. "Your Majesty," said Rosa, "I hope you are not angry, but we have set up a delight for you. A place for you to know real pleasure."

Rochelle nodded, and moan, "Please, I hope you do not think we were too forward, but we wish to surprise you."

"We are surprised and please," I said. "Lead on. We are eager to see what our three ladies-in-waiting have fashioned for us."

Maryanne beamed and moaned, "You shall not be disappointed in it, Queen Elizabeth."

I knew I wouldn't.

The three led the way, their short skirts clinging to their delicious asses. Rosa had a plump one, her brown legs flashing beneath her black skirt. Rochelle had a magnificent rear, too, hers looking heart-shaped. Her tight skirt clung to them. I didn't see any panties. Was she wearing a thong? Or was she emulating me?

Lots of girls were. They would finger their pussies while they watched me being serviced. Or they would finger each other's twats. More than a few girls had gone down on each other, imitating my worship and giving such delights to their fellow ladies of the court.

Maryanne had a narrow rump, but it was still cute. Her pigtails made her so delicious. I imagined pulling on them as she devoured my cunt. I definitely would have to do that.

They led me to the auditorium. I gasped when I entered.

I stared in awe at the stage transformed. It was decorated in white flowers. Roses, tulips, lilies, and more. The green of their leaves and stems contrasted with the snowy hue of their virginal color. Vases of gold held the arranged flowers, many resting on marble plinths. Petals were scattered across the stage. A carpet of white blossoms that led to the centerpiece. A large bed with a dark-stained, four-post frame and covered in white sheets. The pillows were fringed with gold tassels. It was right at the front of the stage where the audience sitting in the chairs, could see everything.

Resting in the center of the bed was Rochelle's gift to me.

"We are well pleased," I purred.

I was more than pleased. I shuddered as my court began taking their seats. All the girls and female professors of my college were filing in. I shuddered, feeling hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon me. They all were here to witness me losing my virginity. My three ladies-in-waiting swept around me, smiling in delight. I could tell the joy they took in making me happy.

I waited with patience for all my subjects to take their seats. I wanted them all to witness my deflowering. To see me ascend and become their queen fully. I shuddered, my pussy so wet. Finally, when all the seats were full. When the lights were dimmed and floodlights illuminated the stage, I knew it was time to begin.

"You may now disrobe us," I said, holding my arms out to the side.

"Yes, Your Majesty," my three ladies-in-waiting said in unison.

I blinked, realizing they were naked. They must have disrobed while I was waiting for everyone to seet. They were also beautiful. Maryanne had those small breasts topped by her puffy nipples, a landing strip of sandy-blonde hair leading down to her juicy pussy. Rochelle's large tits swayed as she smiled at me. She had such joy on her heart-shaped face. She had a trimmed bush, her curls dripping with her dew. Rosa also had an impressive pair of breasts, swaying with her movement. Her pussy was shaved, glistening. Her nose ring gleamed as she smiled at me.

The three all surged at me. Eager to strip me naked. It didn't take long. The zipper on the side of my tartan skirt rasped down. The bottom was tugged over my rump and down my legs. I stepped out of them with grace, my tits jiggling. At the same time, two pairs of hands drew up my blouse. My round breasts spilled out, everyone seeing my pink nipples unveiled.

Rosa pinched one, twisting it. "Queen Elizabeth, you shall enjoy this greatly."

"Yes, we shall," I purred, my pussy clenching as Rosa played with my nub.

Rochelle went to the bed, she picked up the case, and held it up before with such reverence. Then she flipped it open. A great groan echoed through the auditorium as my subjects witnessed the instrument of my deflowering. The pearl-white vibrator, its shaft is smooth as crystal. Rochelle held it up then licked the tip.

I trembled in excitement.

My two ladies-in-waiting took my hands and led me to Rochelle and the bed. I walked on my heels, savoring my gift from Rosa. I reached the bed, turned, and sank down on it with grace. My round breasts jiggled as I stretched out on my back on the cool silk sheets, spreading my thighs apart.

I aimed my pussy at my subjects. I could hear another groan rippling through the audience.

They all wanted to worship me. They would all get a chance. One day. It would take time. There were so many girls and women that needed to eat my cunt and to rim my asshole. They would give me unending pleasure. I couldn't wait.

Rosa and Maryanne climbed onto the bed from either side. My Hispanic lady-in-waiting's large boobs swayed while Maryanne's little titties had a firm jiggled to them. I groaned as both their hands seized my breasts. I shuddered as their fingers kneaded them. Their touch was slightly different, Rosa a little more aggressive, Maryanne a little more gentle. Their heads descended, their lips both gleaming, wet and ready to please me.

Yes!" I gasped as they both engulfed my nipples. "Please us!"

My pussy clenched as they both sucked. Maryanne, engulfing my right nipple, sucked my areola also into her mouth. There was a loud, wet smack as her lips popped off my breast. Her tongue flicked my nipple, making my boobs jiggle. Rosa engulfed my left nipple, her lips sealing around my nub, she sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed, the pressure on my nipple was incredible.

The dual delights made my pussy clench. The heat raced down to it. I shuddered, wiggling and squirming on the bed. This was amazing. I groaned, savoring the bliss they gave me. So glad everyone could witness it.

The vibrator hummed to life.

My virgin pussy clenched as Rochelle settled down beside me, leaving my pussy exposed to My subjects. I trembled as the buzzing, white toy descended towards my aching flesh. I quivered, my toes curling in my heels. I was so ready for this. So eager for it.

I wasn't prepared for how amazing the toy felt against my netherlips.

"Yes!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the auditorium. There was a hush silence as everyone watched, eager to see my deflowering.

The vibrator pressed against my clit. The buzzing tip sent joy rushing through me. I groaned, squirming on the bed. My moans burst from my lips. They sang through the auditorium as the vibrator felt so amazing. Rochelle rubbed the tip in circles, massaging my bud with humming pleasure.

It was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. It was amazing. Rapturous delight rippled out of my pussy. Mini-orgasms flooded through me. I groaned, my virgin pussy growing hotter and hotter. I whimpered, my other two ladies-in-waiting pleasing my nipples. They sucked and nibbled and played with my nubs while Rochelle gave me such pleasure.

I was swelling towards an orgasm already.

"We are well pleased with your gift, Lady Rochelle!" I moaned. "Yes, yes, keep applying that toy upon our pussy."

"Gladly, Your Majesty," moaned Rochelle.

Spasms rippled through my body as that vibrator attacked my clit. I groaned, my pleasure swelling so fast. It was amazing. My little bud drank in every humming delight. The vibrations rippled through me. My virgin pussy clenched. The two girls sucking on my nipples added drops of delight to the shower of pleasure spilling through my untouched cunt.

I whimpered, squirming. I couldn't take much more of this. My moans burst from my lips. My body bucked as my orgasm exploded through me. My pussy convulsed in my virginal depths. I gasped, feeling my juices gushing out.

"We are very pleased!" I howled as the rapture surged through me.

Rochelle ducked her head down. Her tongue lapped at my virgin folds, gathering my juices flooding out of my pussy. Maryanne and Rosa sucked hard on my nipples, pleasing me while that vibrator sent wave after wave of ecstasy rushing out of my cunt. The bliss surged through my body. They drowned my mind. Stars burst across my vision as I bucked on the bed. The humming was so delightful.

Rochelle pulled her lips away. The vibrator moved lower.

It pressed against my hymen.

"Yes, take our virginity!" I moaned.

Another groan rippled through my subjects. I could hear their cheers as they all prepared to witness that moment. Rochelle pressed the vibrator harder against my hymen, my membrane stretching and stretching. My pussy convulsing, my orgasms flowed from one to the next. Stars danced before my eyes.

"I love you, Queen Elizabeth!" moaned Rochelle.

She thrust hard.

My royal cherry popped.

The vibrator buried into the depths of my convulsing twat. I gasped and groaned, my still cumming pussy writhing about the buzzing toy. It was ecstasy. It was rapture. There weren't the words to even describe these feelings.

I thrashed on the bed, my entire court witnessing my deflowering. Rose and Maryanne sucked hard on my nipples. They added sparks of delight that showered upon the blazing rapture filling my cunt with ecstasy. The vibrator buzzed away as Rochelle pumped it in and out of me. She drove it deep into me, letting me feel that humming bliss all the way to the core of my femininity. She drew it back, teasing my walls, driving me wild.

"We are well pleased!" I howled, orgasm after orgasm rippling through me. There was no beginning or end to them. It was just a continuum of pleasure. I shuddered, stars dancing before my eyes. It was amazing.

Rochelle licked my clit. She nibbled on it then sucked on my bud. She plunged the vibrator in and out of my climaxing pussy. My three ladies-in-waiting gave me such pleasure. I thrashed. My mind drowned. Burned. So many different sensations rushed through me.

I soared higher and higher. Every orgasm lifted me to a new heaven of rapture. I soared through them. I was ecstatic. I didn't know when it would stop. If it ever would. I was utterly lost to the bliss. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut.

That humming toy pleased me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned. "Lady Rochelle! Oh, yes, my three ladies-in-waiting have pleased us well! Oh, yes, I'm exploding!"

"Hail Your Majesty, Queen Elizabeth, First of Your Name!" roared from the crowd.

They cheered now. They witnessed it. I gasped, my queendom savoring the side of me thrashing in pleasure. I drank it in. I loved it. I knew I'd be forever their Queen. They would always fall to their knees and worship me and lick my pussy. My asshole. They would suck on my nipples. They would make me cum and cum and cum on wonderful vibrators. They'd fuck me with a strap-on and would use anal beads on my asshole. They'd rub clit rockets on my naughty bud.

I would have a life of endless pleasure.

My court would serve me utterly. I was so lucky to be their Queen. I would reward them all with the honor of eating out my cunt. They would plunge their tongues into my royal pussy and stir me up until I climaxed.

"Yes, we are well pleased with you all!" I howled, shuddering through my orgasm.

I soared to such peak of bliss. It overwhelmed me. I sank into rapture. I was held in the warm arms of ecstasy. I drifted, lost to the haze. I smiled. No woman had ever been pleased more than me.

The figure trembled. What a naughty delight it had crafted with its latest pair of panties. It wasn't sure it could top what it did to Elizabeth. But it wanted to. It touched the next one, a full pair of panties, a fun shade of bronze with silver lettering on the back.

Cute Tush.

The figure stroked the phrase, feeling the power of this pair of panties.

The figure smiled, needing another rush. Elizabeth had waited too long to use her panties. It had been a torturous three weeks as she resisted the initial magic. But she'd donned the panties eventually.

They always did.

The figure rose, eager to give the tenth girl a taste of delight. She would experience passions she'd never imagined.

A mind molded and shaped to the figure's perverse will.