Pixie Isobella

The story so far… When Serafina received a sex toy in the mail, she was too excited to ask questions about who sent it or why. Soon, she can’t stop herself, even though the toy is awakening darker and more dangerous fantasies inside her. Read Chapter 1 here.

Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 13

In my dream, there is a hooded creature, its face invisible. It holds my legs apart effortlessly, teasing me while it grins down at me with its invisible face.

I’m straining with all my might for it to penetrate me. I’m humping my hips and begging with every gasping breath for sex. The creature hovers above me. Its inhuman, hard, fleshy white shaft hangs in the air bare inches away from my pussy.

It could fuck me. I’m wide open and begging for it.

Not yet, it says.

Not yet.

I reach for the toy instinctively. I need to fuck. I need to cum, and the cruel creature in my dreams is not satisfying me anytime soon.

The creature says I have to wait. It says I’m not ready. It says I need to fuck more and be fucked. It says I need to learn to open myself up more, to take more inside me. I don’t know if it means bigger or harder, but I want both.

I know it wants me to be a mindless toy, built for fucking.

Every night, the creature gets me to this place. At first it touches me just a little, ignoring all the good parts, playing with my skin while I grow more and more aroused in my sleep. Only when I gasping and panting will it touch my breasts, but when it finally does, I know I’m lost.

The creature teases my breasts just how I like, until I panting and begging for sex.

Only then does it show me its cock, hard, much larger than any human cock, pale and ghostly luminescent in the darkness. It always waits for this moment to refuse to fuck me, it brings me to the panting desperate edge, then teases me cruelly.

Go away, little human. Keep fucking with the toy I sent you. Let the other humans fuck you, use you, take you, bend you and shape your body to their will.

Let the other humans penetrate you in all the unimaginative ways that they can – with cocks and fingers and fists, and toys, and other, harder, crueller devices designed to spread you open and make you scream. This is how you get ready for me.

One night, I tried to resist. I tried to pull away while it was stroking.

No, I said, mostly to myself.

It didn’t last long. The creature just chuckled, its ghostly laugh like the wind in the leaves. Not-hands landed on my ankles as I jack-knifed away from it, pulling me effortlessly back to it, tossing me easily onto my back and wrenching my legs open.

There is no escape, it hissed in its unusual, inhuman voice.

Then it morphed its ghostly feet into arms, holding my legs open painfully wide by my ankles while it grinned down at me with its non-face.

Stupid human, it snarled. Then it picked up the toy it had sent me in the mail with one of its hands. The toy, usually exactly the shape I want at any point in time, morphed by the cruel will of the creature into a over-large ridged penis-shape, and then the creature rammed it straight into my exposed cunt.

The toy was too large and the creature was too rough. I knew this was a punishment for my defiance, as well as a reward to prevent me from attempting to escape again.

I screamed as the large toy slammed into me, and kept screaming as the creature started to use the toy like a piston inside me, ramming it fully deep against my sensitive insides, stabbing it into me again and again, roughly and painfully.

Teaching me that it was boss.

I tried instinctively to pull my knees together but the creature resisted my attempts to escape with ludicrous ease.

Take it, it said, its voce harsh and cruel. Take your punishment. Learn to scream. Learn to be my vessel. Learn your place.

That night it had fucked me ruthlessly, violently with the toy in a way that was almost painful, while I screamed, unable to process the cruel penetration between my legs. I came again and again, moaning at the feeling of being penetrated, being used.

The creature left when I woke – it always leaves when I wake – but it left the toy inside me and I couldn’t withdraw it for hours. I had to lie in bed, the toy was too large for me to walk with it inside me.

I never tried to resist again, not that I wanted to. Truthfully, all I want to do is lie underneath the creature, beside the creature, and feel its hands on me and its hot, hungry shaft inside me.

Learn to take more, the creature says, so I go to a bar after work.

Somewhere there will fuck me and maybe I’ll be one step closer to the creature taking me finally for itself.

The next arc in Serafina’s story coming soon. Who will she meet at the bar and what will they do to her?

Please support me as an author by buying my published books.

• Capturing Clare: A Tale of Christmas Erotica (read Chapter 1 here)
• Pleasure Doll – The Enslavement of Isobel
• Tatiana’s Awakening (read Chapter 1 here).

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