Mistaken Identity

She takes the wrong exit and suddenly the street lights bleed red. Two cops pin her against a brick wall, cuffs biting her wrists before she can protest. They shove her into the back seat and drive her straight to a dim interrogation room with a single bulb swinging overhead. Tori's wrists and ankles get strapped to a metal chair bolted to the floor. One officer shoves a black ball gag between her teeth and buckles it tight. She can only grunt and drool while they cut her clothes away. Her black hair sticks to her face as they spread her legs and bare every inch. The first cop yanks out his cock, already thick and heavy. He forces her down over the cold table, shoves into her cunt hard enough to make the chair scrape. She strains against the straps, body jerking with every thrust. A second later the other officer grabs her hips, lines up behind her, and pushes into her ass without warning. The stretch burns. She screams around the gag but the sound only makes them fuck harder. Pinned between them, double penetration hits deep. One cock slams her pussy while the other pounds her ass, each stroke forcing the other deeper. They alternate, then move together, owning every hole she has. Sweat runs down her back. Spit drips from the gag onto her tits. The cuffs hold; the straps hold. She can’t move, can’t speak, can’t stop coming. The cops keep going until they empty themselves inside her—one in her ass, one in her cunt—then pull out and leave her shaking, still strapped down, cum leaking out of both holes while the light keeps swinging above her head.