Takes her own pleasure and gives pain

The car was silent when Jill drove them out of town, the streetlights thinning, roads narrowing until trees closed in around them. The adrenaline of the pub still burned in Emma’s veins; her thighs were damp, her pussy lips swollen, but the shame was a cold weight pressing down.

At a clearing, Jill stopped the car. She didn’t ask, she ordered. Emma was hauled from the passenger seat, the handcuffs were reapplied as the cop pressed her against the bonnet. The remote toy was removed abruptly without a word, the underwear was ripped from her body, leaving her naked, empty, raw, fluttering.

Emma barely caught her breath before the cop crouched, plucked a pine cone from the ground, and turned it in her palm like she was weighing it.

“In.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “But—”

The blonde police officer stare silenced her. She parted her legs, trembling, and obeyed. The rough surface stretched her, uncomfortable, strange… but as it settled inside, a different heat bloomed. Wrong. Dirty. And yet her body clenched around it, taking it deeper.

The cops lips curled. “Good girl.”

The taller tugged down her own leggings, baring herself, then seized Emma by the hair and pulled her to her knees.

“Show me you’re useful.”

Emma hesitated, she had never touched a woman this way. But the smell was sharp and musky, not unpleasant, and when her tongue made the first tentative pass, the woman groaned in satisfaction. The sound made Emma shudder.

Her mouth worked, tongue and lips exploring, awkward at first, then bolder. The cop pressed her down harder, grinding into her face until Emma’s jaw ached.

All the while, the pine cone inside her shifted with every movement, rubbing her walls raw and alive. Pain mingled with forbidden pleasure. She moaned into woman's flesh, mortified by how wet she was becoming.

Mark watched from the car, shifting uncomfortably, face tight with pain. Emma only realised why when the cop barked a laugh and announced, “Your little husband’s little pecker is locked up. If he twitches, it gets shocked.”

Emma’s heart twisted arousal and fury colliding. He was **** to sit, filming, in pain while she was used.

With a loud moan the cop was done, she pulled her leggings up, satisfied, and shoved Emma back into the car with a casualness that stung worse than cruelty. The drive back to the house felt endless, Emma sitting with the pine cone still buried inside her, her face wet and a new taste in her mouth, the humiliation burning hotter with each mile.

At their street, the handcuffs were removed and the cop ordered her to step out naked. Emma did, cheeks flaming, stumbling up the path with bare skin exposed to the night. Mark hurried after her, still in his chastity.

Only once the front door was shut did Emma collapse against the wall, fumbling to remove the pine cone. Her thighs shook, messy with her own slick. She freed Mark from his device as well, she winced at how read his cock looked, it must of been torcher, both of them breathing hard, disoriented, raw.

That was when Emma saw it , the black bag on the table.

Inside, gleaming in the low light, was something new. Heavier, more deliberate than the toys she had used before. A chastity device, shaped for a woman, steel and silicone, sleek and cruel. At its core was an inbuilt dildo, thicker and longer than anything Emma had ever taken.

Her breath caught. She lifted it in trembling hands, feeling its weight, the cold promise of it.

There was a note.

“For Emma. Wear it tonight. You’ll learn what it means to be kept. —Mistress Jill.”

Emma swallowed hard, her body still tender from the pine cone, her lips sore from Jill’s taste. Mark moved to her side, uncertain.

Emma shook her head, whispering: “No. This… this is mine.”

She stood trembling as she fitted the device. The steel closed around her hips, the lock clicking into place with terrible finality. The built-in dildo stretched her immediately, filling her deeper than she’d ever imagined. She gasped, knees weakening.

When she walked back into the room, her face was crimson, her body trembling, but her eyes gleamed with something new.

“You can’t touch me,” she whispered to Mark. “She already owns me.”