Pixie Isobella

I have two men inside me and I feel too full. I can’t believe how cruel they are being to me and I don’t understand why I like it. My world has shrunk to the intense, delicious feeling of the men’s hands on me and their cocks inside me…

Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 10. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.

Tags: police officers, dubious consent, MMF sex, degradation, bareback sex, face slaps, rough sex, anal sex, dual penetration

Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 10

The two men fucked me, bad cop in my cunt from underneath me, good cop in my anus from behind me. Good cop gasped with effort, his words in time with his hips as he ground into me. 

‘Say, thank you, Raffy.’

I moaned in confusion. I didn’t know what I was meant to be thanking him – or them – for, and then I screamed as he reached around my torso, grabbing my breasts hard, squeezing painfully, and twisting and crushing the sensitive flesh.

‘Do as you’re told, slut,’ the man said harshly, his fingers grabbing the soft flesh of my breasts so hard that I thought I would bruise. ‘Say thank you for the honor. Thank me for the gift I’m giving your butt.’

I flushed, whimpering convulsively at the pain in my breasts. I begged the man beneath me with my eyes to have mercy on me but he just laughed up at me. ‘Stupid slut,’ he said. ‘Do as you’re told.’

I flushed. ‘Th-thank y-you,’ I whispered, feeling humiliated at the order.

‘Again,’ said bad cop, his voice hard and flat, the expression in his eyes uncompromising. ‘Louder.’

‘Thank y-you,’ I forced the words out, my face red hot in humiliation. Their cocks suddenly felt larger inside me, their invasion of my body even more intense. How could they make me thank them for something they had chosen, that they were enjoying? 

‘Obey me faster next time,’ said good cop cruelly, his hands still squeezing my breasts painfully. He started to jam himself hard and fast into my butt with short thrusts, each one feeling as though it landed impossibly deeper inside me. He had put so much lube inside me that he fucked me easily, like a well-oiled piston inside my butt.

It felt so wrong to be penetrated there and I moaned as I eventually heard the groaning sound of him cumming. I felt tears slide down my face from the intense sensations. 

The man released my breasts finally, dropping his hands to my hips as he recovered from his ejaculation. My butt spasmed around him, trying to push him back out of me but he used his strength to hold himself deeply inside me. 

I whimpered to feel him finally pulling his softening cock back out of my butthole, my anus closing thankfully. I could not believe the man’s huge cock had been inside my butt and the thought made me moan convulsively. My anus was so lubed, so sensitised from his invasion, that I felt as though I could still feel him inside me.

I was looking down at bad cop with wide, unfocused eyes, my mouth open. ‘Did you enjoy that, darling?’ he murmured up at me, still fucking his hard cock into my cunt but slower and gentler now. 

‘I enjoyed it,’ said good cop, and I could imagine the smirk on his face even though I couldn’t see him. ‘That’s what your holes are for, isn’t it, Raffy?’

‘Yes, Raffy,’ said bad cop, still thrusting his hard cock up into my cunt. ‘Isn’t this what your holes are for? Say yes.’

‘Yes,’ I whispered, flushing with humiliation. The men just laughed, and I wondered when their invasion of my body would stop. I didn’t want to stop but I also did want to stop. Both my pussy and my butthole felt so tender and sore that I wanted to cry.

‘You done, mate?’ asked the cop beneath me.

‘For now,’ murmured good cop, stroking my backside with lingering fingers.

Bad cop chuckled at me, gently stroking his finger across my lips. ‘Once more, Raffy, then we’re done. For today, at least.’ 

Behind me I could hear good cop dressing himself. I felt betrayed at the feeling that he could use my butt so roughly, get his pleasure and then get dressed again, as if it didn’t matter.

Bad cop pushed me up off him with one strong motion. While I was still working out what he was doing, he had pulled me sideways down onto the floor, pushing me down onto my face and knees. He groaned with lust, and slapped my butt, hard. 

‘I haven’t had any arse for ages. Open up for me, Raffy.’

He was already pushing his hard, wet cock against my tender butthole and I moaned, my face and breasts on the cold floor. He pushed halfway inside me and stopped there, keeping steady pressure. Then I shrieked as I felt a heavy boot land in the center of my back and I knew it was good cop, fully dressed again, his foot heavy on my back, holding me still, crushing my breasts against the floor beneath me.

Bad cop’s cock was probing, hard and curious, at my tender butthole. I wanted to cry out that I couldn’t do it again. I felt too sore, I was too sensitive. I moaned, feeling vulnerable and filthy from the constant invasion and their hands and fluids on me and inside me.

‘Hurts, does it?’ bad cop asked unsympathetically, and I whimpered at his harsh voice. ‘Get used to it. This is what you’re for.’

‘The slut’s enjoying it,’ said good cop. ‘Sluts like her always do. Even when they don’t think they are.’

I felt myself crying unwanted tears at the carelessness in their voices, even as I flushed in embarrassment. I was enjoying myself, even when it was too intense, and I hated that the nastier they were to me, the more I enjoyed myself.

‘Tell me where the toy is, Raffy,’ said bad cop, his voice harsh and uncaring. ‘Or we’re both going to fuck you in your arse at the same time.’

I gasped in fear, feeling as though a target was painted on my unprotected butthole.

They couldn’t. Oh no. Was that even possible?

Good cop laughed. ‘You know that’s going to hurt, don’t you, darling?’

‘You won’t be able to sit down for a week,’ said bad cop, his cock maintaining a steady pressure form his position halfway inside my backside. ‘But we’ll enjoy it and we’ll enjoy hearing you scream as you think your backside is splitting open.’ His voice was oily, deliberately crude and sadistic. ‘Tell my colleague where the toy is, and we won’t have to hurt you.’

I moaned, feeling myself crying inside. I didn’t want to give them the toy. I didn’t… It was mine. It had come to me. And it made me feel so good.

‘I tell you what,’ said good cop, and I shuddered at the unabashedly sadistic tone in his voice. ‘We’ve got a tool in the car for opening up slut’s buttholes. It can stretch you real wide.’ He chuckled and I knew he was smirking arrogantly, his boot pushing down hard on my upper back. ‘Shall I go and get it out?’

‘I bet we could have fun looking right inside you,’ said bad cop. ‘Open you up wide enough to put my whole arm inside you. Let you feel my fist deep in there.’

I shuddered in embarrassment, wishing I could wriggle out from underneath the foot on my back. I didn’t know if they were having me on or not, but I felt so vulnerable down on the floor, my butt available for bad cop to poke at with his cock.

‘I’d like a photo of that,’ chuckled good cop. He pushed down harder on my upper back and I gasped to feel the pressure of his boot harden against me. ‘Well, Raffy?’

I felt like crying. I didn’t want to give them the toy.

‘Tell us, Raffy,’ he said. ‘Or we’ll open you up and start working out what kitchen implements fit into your butthole. Do you reckon we could fit your big coffee jar in there? Or maybe that big bottle of olive oil? What do you think, darling?’

Would you like to read more? Chapter 11 is here.

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