The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter 19: Futa Spank the Naughty Girl

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Nineteen: Futa Spank the Naughty Girl

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mildred Dean

The minx coat felt so wonderfully naughty around my naked body. The woman who ran Elegant Accouterments panted, the cum running out of her pussy. She had a big smile on her face. I thought getting fucked by my amazing futa-cock was worth two minx coats.

My dick thrust out hard before me, bobbing as I headed back to my car. I didn’t care about going naked. The people on the sidewalk, who gasped at the sight of myself and my girlfriend, Kyra, didn’t matter. If they tried to stop me, I had my panties in hand.

I could do whatever I wanted. I was like a queen.

“Ooh, this feels so amazing on me,” Kyra moaned, wearing a silvery minx coat. This was what she wanted, so I got it for her.

I winked at her and slid into my car. Kyra climbed in on the other side. The fur whisked across the seat as I settled down. My dick twitched me. I put the car into drive and pulled out into traffic. I glanced down at the GPS.

We would have so much fun once we arrived at our destination.

I loved being a futa. I hoped Chloe and Athena were having as much fun as me. I couldn’t wait to find out to whom Chloe had given the last pair of panties to. I trusted that naughty, eighteen-year-old futa-minx to find the perfect woman to bestow the last pair of mind-controlling panties upon.

My pussy clenched in anticipation of the fun that was to come.

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Athena Pearce

“The meeting with the investment firm is in one hour,” one of my sexy secretaries said. Virginia Delish was a blonde and busty beauty whose pussy dripped with my cum. She sat on the edge of my desk as I worked on approving some changes to Haige Technology, the company I now led thanks to the mind-control panties. “The helicopter will be landing in the next five minutes on the roof.”

I smiled. “Wonderful.”

“It is,” Minako said. My other secretary sat naked on the other side of my desk, a lovely sight to see as I worked. She was Japanese and petite, the opposite of Virginia in every way. Minako was my original secretary while Virginia was not only the former CEO’s “executive assistant” but also his lover.

I had stolen more than his company from Alexander Haige.

I sent my approval in the email and rose naked, my large cock thrusting out before me. I had to make sure that Mildred Dean had all the power in the world. This company needed more money. It could be huge, the next Amazon or even Google. With my panties, I could do so much good.

And I would find Sasha Ford for my mistress. The rogue futa wouldn’t be able to escape the power I would have at my disposal. I sauntered out of the room, flanked by my two secretaries. The start of my harem. I would have my own to love me when Mildred wasn’t here for me to bask in her glorious presence.

I loved her so much. She was amazing. I was so glad to be under her power.

“After the meeting with the investment bankers, I want you to set up a meeting with any politicians you can. The mayor, governor, senators. The more powerful the better.”

“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” my two secretaries said together, their voices a pair of sultry purrs.

“That sounds so hot,” Minako added.

“Mmm, she’s going to be so powerful,” Virginia purred. “You know, Governor Reynolds has that sexy trophy wife.”

I smiled, my cock throbbing. “You are absolutely right. I know why I keep you two around.”

“Because we’re fun to fuck,” Virginia answered.

“And you want to breed us,” Minako added.

“God, yes,” I groaned as we moved through the executives’ floor.

They were all under my power here. None of them batted an eye at my nudity. Ahead, was a private veranda that doubled as a helipad. The chopper was landing, the soundproofing good enough to muffle out the roar of the spinning blades.

“Minako, take care of the pilots,” I said.

My Japanese beauty rushed ahead, her cute ass wiggling. Virginia was texting on her phone beside me. She had a smile on her lips. She must be setting up the meetings. As Mr. Haige’s “assistant,” she had connections I could exploit.

Everything was going perfectly.

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Mildred Dean

“Holy shit,” Janette Irwin said when she opened the door. “What the hell is this? You’re both naked. Who are you? And you have a cock!” She slammed the door shut.

As it flew closed, I tossed my panties. It struck the door, slid down the wood, and vanished inside. The door boomed shut a moment later. I smiled as I heard Janette groan inside. She was Kyra’s papergirl. A lazy, young cunt who would rather leave Janette’s newspaper lying in the middle of her lawn, often ruining it despite the cheap, plastic bag it came in.

She had to be punished. And then she would be one of Kyra’s sex slaves.

My best friend, who had always been there for me when I had my fears and anxiety issues, deserved the best. I had mind-controlled her into a lesbian who craved submissive girls to serve her. She had one sex slave already, a nurse named Deanna.

“Oh, my god,” Janette said. “Oh, that’s amazing. That’s the best thing in the world. Mmm, which one of you owns these panties because your pussy smells amazing.”

“I do. You are going to strip naked, open the door, then fall to your knees and beg to be punished for being a terrible paper girl.”

“Oh, god, I am terrible,” the girl moaned. “I never do that dumb job right.”

“No, you never do,” Kyra said. “Waste my money, you lazy cow.”

I could hear the clothes rustling. Janette was stripping naked in a hurry. I shuddered, my cunt on fire. This was so hot. I loved that we were going to do this. It was so much fun to dominate women. To twist them with my mind-control and make them into complete sluts.

The door opened. Janette had perky, eighteen-year-old tits that jiggled. Both of her pink nipples were pierced by silver rings. She had the tattoo of a snake wrapped around her stomach and slithering up to circle her left tit. More silver gleamed amid her shaved pussy lips. Her clit, too, was pierced with jewelry that matched her nubs’ adornments.

She fell to her knees and moaned, “Please, please, punish me for being a bad papergirl.”

“We will,” I said. “How do you think she should be punished, Kyra?”

Kyra looked around at the messy apartment. It had soda bottles scattered around, some clothing on the floor, a few boxes that it looked like never got unpacked when Janette had moved in. A bowl of cereal, looking like she had been in the process of eating it, sat on her table. Newspapers lay scattered everywhere, still rolled up and held closed by rubber bands.

“Slave, fetch a newspaper with your teeth and bring it back to me so I can spank you for being a lazy slut,” Kyra hissed.

Janette snorted. “Why would I do that?”

“Because Kyra owns you. She’s Queen Kyra to you, and her words are the law. If she says, ‘Eat my pussy,’ you ask, ‘How many times do you want to cum?’ Do you get it.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry, Queen Kyra. I didn’t know. I’ll do it! I’m so sorry!”

Kyra smiled as Janette turned around on her hands and knees and went for the nearest newspaper. Her head snapped down. She bit her teeth into it and then lifted it up. She turned back around and crawled to us, her knees sliding across the carpet. The sight sent a heady rush sweeping through my pussy. This naughty heat washed through me. I shivered at it. My cheeks burned hot.

Janette held the newspaper in her teeth, her blue eyes staring up at us. The blonde slut whimpered. Kyra took the newspaper, a big smile growing on her lips. Her fur coat rustled around her, those round tits of hers peeking out.

“Now, crawl to the couch and bend over it,” commanded my girlfriend. “You will stay like that until your punishment is over.”

“Yes, Queen Kyra,” moaned Janette.

The girl whirled around and crawled to the couch. Her cute rump wiggled at us. My futa-cock throbbed at the sight. It was such a stirring sight. My pussy clenched, juices soaking my bush. My girl-balls ached with a load of cum.

“God, this is so hot,” moaned Kyra. She glanced at me. “Do you know that? This is turning me on big time. Oh, my god, I love this.”

“Good,” I told her and smiled. “That’s what I want to hear.”

Kyra and I swept into the rooms in our elegant furs. I felt like royalty. My futa-cock bobbed before me. The silk lining caressed my naked flesh and brushed my nipples. I groaned, hugging the luxurious coat about my body and shuddered.

Janette bent over the armrest. Her tight, shaved pussy gleamed between her thighs. Her clit piercing was such a stirring sight to behold. I grabbed my cock and stroked it as Kyra drew back the newspaper. Her coat rustled as she slammed it down on the girl’s rump.

THUD!

The rustling impact had the girl gasping. Her tight butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I smiled at it. I loved how her flesh rippled. It was such a wicked thing to see. A spread of red blushed across her rump.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry, Queen Kyra,” moaned Janette. “Did I deliver your paper to you wrong?”

“Every fucking morning!” Kyra hissed. “I talked to you last week.”

“Oh, god, I was pretty stoned most of the time.”

“You little slut!” hissed Kyra.

SWISH!

THUD!

The newspaper cracked across her rump. Janette gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching. My futa-dick throbbed at the wonderful sight. A grin spread across Kyra’s lips. Her fur coat rustled around her as she cocked back again.

SWISH!

THUD!

“Queen Kyra!” the naughty papergirl gasped, her back arching. “Oh, yes, yes, I’ve been such a bad, bad girl.”

“Are you enjoying this?” asked Kyra.

“Mmm, I am, Queen Kyra!” The girl wiggled her hips. “I’ve been soooo bad. Punish me!”

“God, why does this make me so wet?” Kyra asked me as she cocked back her arm.

Cock throbbing, I moaned, “Because that’s a dirty, nasty slut that wants you to spank her ass, get her dripping wet, and then you’re going to unleash her on your pussy. She’s going to lick you. Eat you. She’s going to suck that clit until you cum so hard.”

“Yes!” Janette moaned.

SWISH!

THUD!

“Oh, god, yes!” the girl moaned, her ass now a bright red. The newspaper was flattened at the end from the impact. “Mmm, I’m going to suck your clit so hard.”

THUD!

“Just nurse on your bud!”

THUD!

“Make you cum so hard, Queen Kyra!”

THUD!

“Yes, you will,” my lover moaned. “While I wear my expensive coat. Mmm, I need it. God, I need it right now.”

THUD!

My friend tossed her newspaper to the ground after that last impact. “Janette, I want you on your knees and sucking on my clit. You’re going to nurse on that bud until I cum.” Then Kyra glanced at me.