Sunny Bunny

You felt the various blood and viscera that covered the police station floor squelch between your bare toes. You almost slipped a few times running on the linoleum tile as you navigated your way back to the shuttles. You could hear the taunting yells of Coyle, dangerously close behind you the entire time.

“I’m gonna teach ya some Goddamn fuckin’ ree-spect for this badge, Ya hear?!”

He was closing in, and he was closing in fast.

The parking garage door came into view, and you sighed in relief. You threw yourself at door, sliding your fingers underneath the lip and began heaving it up.

You could hear the wind up of Coyle’s stun prod, sending electric sparks cracking through the air. It made the hair on your arms stand on end, littering your flesh with goosebumps.

You had evaded him this far, you just had to get under the door. You could practically feel the shuttle button under your fist.

Your arms and legs were shaking, you had exhausted yourself and you had no adrenaline shots left. You slipped. Your hands let go of the door, and it fell back down with a deafening thud.

You stood up, hoping to at least find a hiding spot before Coyle could see you. You just needed a second to regain some strength.

“That WAS MY FUCKIN’ SNITCH!” Coyle roared behind you.

You froze.

“Oh god. Please, no, no no no no.” You looked around but it was too late, Coyle was right in front of you.

“Beg and cry all you want, ain’t nobody Comin’ down here to save ya.” Coyle rested his free hand atop his belt buckle, and gripped his stun prod tight in the other.

You had nothing left. No bricks, no bottles, and you went with a barricade rig this trial. Nothing was going to help you.

“This is what ya get fer interferin’ with police business.”

Coyle placed the end of his stun prod underneath your chin, lifting it upward, forcing you to look at him. He gave you a wicked smile. Before you could so much as glare at him he removed his stun prod, fired it up, and shoved it at your gut shocking you.

You doubled over in agony, and fell to the floor once he removed the stun prod from you.

“Prove to me you ain’t no Commie Shitbird.” He kicked your stomach with his leather boot, flipping you onto your back. “Showin’ papers ain’t gonna cut it neither. Yer gonna have t’prove yer a God-Fearing American another way.”

You groaned at the pain that racked your body, not really paying attention to what Coyle was saying. You felt heavy weight straddle you. You snapped your head forward to see Coyle sitting on top of you.

You kicked your feet uselessly under him, tying to wiggle out from under him. “Let me go! Get! Off!”

Coyle let out a sick chuckle, “Hrm, you can keep beggin’ I think I like that.”

Tears filled your eyes out of fear.

“Aw honey, ya gonna cry? Gonna cry for Ol’ Coyle huh? That’s ok. I like it when they cry.”

You sniffled, trying to hold back your tears. Trying not to give him the satisfaction.

“Go ahead. Go ahead ‘n cry like the pathetic bitch you are.” He chuckled.

“Please! Please let me go!” You tried prying yourself out from under him once more.

“Hmm, alright.” He lifted off of you just enough to let you go.

You rolled onto your stomach, pushing yourself up, when you felt his hands latch onto the waist band of your Murkoff-issued pants, and felt him yank.

Before you could register what had happened, you felt the cold air of the police station hit your exposed ass. A shameful heat crept across your face.

Coyle had you face down, knees spread apart, and ass up on the grimy floor. Your hips being angled upwards giving him a perfect view of your most intimate spots.

Coyle spread your pussy lips apart with his thumbs, and let out a low whistle as he watched your arousal slowly seeping out of your weeping cunt, dripping down over your clit and collecting in a small puddle underneath you.

“Oooh shit Honey, you are slicker’n fuckin’ sin. Look at that cunt glisten fer me. You must really like me chasin’ ya around, threatnin’ your life! I was ‘fraid I was gonna hafta cut ya and use yer blood for lube! Shit… I still might.”

“No! No that’s not it! That’s not-“ you were cut off by Coyle grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back.

Coyle yanked your pants off the rest of the way, and undid his belt. He gave you another wicked grin as he undid his own pants, pulling out his erect cock. He gave himself a quick pump. Coyle grabbed your throat, pinning you to the cold floor. He lined himself up and brutally thrust into you.

You screamed at the stretch, and the way his cock stabbed into your cervix. Coyle’s moans and laughter filled your ears. The grip on your throat became tighter.

Coyle’s hips were flush with yours. He leaned over you and with his free hand, he pryed your mouth open, roughly shoving two fingers in. You could taste the blood, the grime, and a hint of leather on his fingers as they slid over your tongue.

He shoved his fingers further, pushing them down your throat, his knuckles scraping on your teeth. You sputtered and gagged around them, causing your abdomen to contract, your cunt squeezing his cock.

“Oh, shit, honey. You like that?” He removed his fingers allowing you to suck in a breath before he did it again. “Hrrm, yer cunt seems to like it. Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ good.”

“Open that purty mouth, honey.” Coyle gripped your throat as he yanked your mouth open, and blew his cigarette smoke into you. You gagged at the stale tobacco hitting your tongue and swirling at the back of your throat. Again, your gags and coughing caused your cunt to squeeze Coyle’s cock.

He laughs again, “what a filthy whore. If I didn’t know any better, I’d mistake ya fer one O’ that little mutant’s girls.”

Harshly kissing you, he forces his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the taste of you and the smoke.

“Fuckin’ delicious, Sugar.” He let out a low chuckle

Your tears were running down the sides of your face now.

Coyle tightens his grip on your throat, picking up the pace in which he thrusts into you. His fingers find their way into your mouth again, stuffing your throat. You feebly attempt to move your head side to side in hopes to get him to remove his fingers, but he only moans at your pathetic attempts.

“I jus’ love those little noises yer makin’ fer me.” He removed his fingers from your mouth, and quickly shoved them down your throat again getting you to gag loudly once more.

He finally relented his assault on your throat, and moved to pick up his stun prod. Your eyes widened in fear as you heard the electric whine of the battery.

Coyle pressed the sharp prongs of his stun prod against your ribs and turned it on, sending white-hot shocks throughout your nerves. You clenched your jaw, your muscles seized up. Coyle revelled in how tight your cunt got.

“Shit Honey, you just get tighter and tighter with every-“ he sent another shock through you, your cunt squeezed his cock, “-zap!”

“I.. I can’t… Can’t ta- take anymore… plea-ease…” You pathetically begged for him to ease up on the shocks.

“You WILL take what I GIVE!” He shocked you again.

Tears spilled down your bloodied and dirt covered face.

“Ungrateful little bitch. Sexy little bitch, but fuckin’ ungrateful.”

Coyle moved the stun prod to your clit, shocking you and himself. You screamed at the prod burning your more intimate parts. Coyle, however, let out a guttural moan.

“Should I replace my cock with the stun baton? Shove it so deep into your cunt it fries your womb? Huh?” Coyle’s thrusts became erratic, “maybe I should, after I fill ‘er up.”

“No! N-no, no please!” You sobbed.

“Hrngh—fuck— yer gettin’ filled either way.”

Despite the harsh fucking you were receiving, your arousal was undeniable. The pleasure you felt was prevalent. The white-hot coil behind your navel was beyond tight and ready to snap.

Coyle thrust into you a few more times before sealing the tip of his cock to your cervix. He tossed his head back and let out a deafening moan as he filled your cunt with his hot, thick spunk. You came right after at the feeling. The coil behind your navel snapped so violently you cried. Pleasure washed over you in a way you’ve never felt it before.

“You jus’ may be my favorite little toy Easterman’s sent me.” He removed his soaked cock from your overflowing cunt. “Go on, get back and rest up for the next time.”

Coyle made himself decent and left you alone, sitting in your own sweat, tears, and a puddle of his cum.