Pixie Isobella

The cop pushes down on my upper back with his boot. I gasp to feel the pressure of his foot harden against me. ‘Well, Raffy?’ he says, his voice hard. I feel like crying. I don’t want to give them the toy. ‘Tell us, Raffy,’ he says again. ‘Or we’ll open you up and start working out what kitchen implements fit into your butthole.’

Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 11. 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 11

‘Do you reckon we could fit your coffee jar in your butt? Or maybe that big bottle of olive oil I can see? What do you think, darling?’ Good cop’s voice was light-hearted, and I whimpered at the threats.

‘Or maybe both at once?’ asked bad cop. ‘How much are you going to take, Raffy, before we split you open?’

I flushed, half in fear, half in embarrassment at their words. I wasn’t turned on by that! I couldn’t be! But I knew I was. 

‘Just get the toy for us, girl,’ said good cop, and I whimpered to hear his voice soften into kindness again. ‘And we’ll get out of your hair.’

‘Or your butt, as the case may be,’ chuckled bad cop, reminding me with a sharp thrust into me that his hard cock was still halfway into my backside. ‘Though I’m still going to fuck you. But if you get the toy out, we won’t torture you.’

Good cop seemed to be able to tell that I was wavering. He knelt down beside me, and I gasped again to feel more of his weight shift into the foot that was between my shoulder blades. His hand sank into my red hair, tightening into a vicious grasp.

‘We’re going to find it, girl,’ he said, his voice like steel. ‘We’ve had a lot of fun here together. You’re a good fuck. But I’ve also got a job to do. Now, I could search your apartment and I think I’d find what I want to find. But you might have noticed that I like to make my job fun. I’d rather tie you down and start inserting things into you.’ 

Behind me, still holding my hips, still holding his hard shaft poised half-inside my butthole, bad cop sniggered at the words.

Good cop was still talking. ‘You hear that, Raffy? My buddy here can go all night. And I’d like to see you like that. Lying on your back, those pretty legs spread wide open, trying to pull them together to protect yourself but unable to pull them together however much you try…’ He grinned down at me. ‘Your cunt and your sweet little anus full of things that don’t go there.’ 

The man tightened his grip in my hair, pushing my face into the ground, and I moaned to myself at how much him using his strength against me still turned me on. Even when he was being mean to me.

‘Maybe a spatula handle, some spoon handles, that little salt shaker I can see… How about those salad server handles? And I’m sure you’ve got some more sauce bottles in your fridge, don’t you? I’m going to line them up in a row, and I’m just going to keep inserting them into you. One for your cunt, one for your butt, one for your cunt. And so on. Until you start talking.’

My breasts felt so cold against the floor and I wished he’d stop talking. I didn’t know if he would do any of those things. I felt so vulnerable and exposed right now. I knew the two men could do whatever they wanted to me.

He kept talking, his voice soft and pretend-caring. ‘But do you know the thing I’d enjoy the most, Raffy? The horrified look in your eyes. The scared look as you felt me pushing another thing into you. The way your mouth would open and you would pant in fear as you felt yourself stretching wide open…’ 

He smiled a genuine smile as he sunk a bit more weight into the foot that was on my upper back. ‘Your fear that I wouldn’t stop, that I was going to keep pushing things into you, one after another, until you actually split open.’

I shrieked at his words, flailing unsuccessfully to get away from his grasp on my hair, and good cop laughed meanly. I couldn’t believe he was saying such cruel things to me. 

‘Tell me where the toy is, girl,’ he said harshly.

I told them.

I whispered that the toy was at the back of my wardrobe and I started crying genuine tears to hear him walking over into my bedroom and back again.

I heard him handing the toy to bad cop and I figured I’d lost it for good. I had no idea what I was going to do without it.

Bad cop fumbled with his hands on my hips and I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt the thick, rounded head of the toy pushing against my cunt entrance. It felt much larger than usual – I still couldn’t get my head around how it seemed to change shape – and he shoved it crudely into me, pushing roughly until I felt the hard head of the toy digging into my deep inner wall. The toy’s long, fat rabbit ears crushed my clit against my body and I moaned at the feeling. It felt so much bigger and fatter and harder than it usually did.

Bad cop switched the toy on, turning it straight to maximum. 

I screamed at the sensation. No, no, no, he couldn’t! It was too much. I never turned it that high!

The man jabbed it deeply into me with the same motion that he had turned it on with, and held the toy fiercely into me. 

I screamed again and discovered I was already cumming around the toy, an intense wave of uncontrollable pleasure sensation that was so strong it was almost painful. 

‘Good girl,’ said bad cop. ‘Now, open up to take my cock.’

The new moments were blurry and strange, as I struggled to breathe. The toy was wedged deeply inside me and I felt almost as though it was glued inside me. The man behind me was pushing himself hard into my butthole and I was instinctively pushing back against the intrusion, feeling myself open up wider to allow his cock access to my butt.

But I couldn’t concentrate on that because I kept cumming from the toy in my cunt, giant waves that pulsed through me and then receded allowing me only a couple of breaths before another orgasm hit me. The toy was turned up too high, it was too big inside me, the sharp, pulsing vibration on my clit was too strong. I couldn’t escape it.

I was screaming and I couldn’t stop screaming, especially when I heard the men laughing carelessly above me.

Would you like to read more? Chapter 12 is here.

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