When Serafina received a sex toy in the mail, she was too excited to ask questions about who sent it or why. Can she stop herself using it, even though the toy is awakening darker and more dangerous fantasies inside her? She discovers she is not the only one who knows about the toy and soon she will start to learn the consequences.
Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 2. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.
Tags: Masturbation, orgasm, police officer, dubious consent, MMF sex
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 2
The knock on the door came in the mid-morning on a weekend. I was relaxing at home, trying very hard not to think about sex.
I rose unwillingly from where I had been lying comfortably on the couch with a soft comforter and a book, wondering who was bothering me on a Saturday. I don’t have the kind of friends who randomly show up at my door.
Opening the door, I was confronted by the unlikely spectacle of two male police officers. They shouldered their way into my apartment and, stupidly, I let them in.
‘Serafina Violet?’ one of them asked, holding up his ID too far away for me to read. I nodded, warily. I realised I hadn’t seen uniforms quite like theirs before – a darker shade of blue, almost more slate-grey than blue, with red stripes running along the sides.
‘Y-you’re not police,’ I said, feeling silly.
One of them – the dark-haired one – was examining my books. The other, a blond man, was casting his eyes around my flat.
‘Specialist department,’ said the one who had confirmed my name laconically, putting his ID away without me getting a chance to actually look at it. ‘You’re going to give us the toy, Serafina.’
‘Toy?’ I asked, pretending ignorance, when of course I knew which toy.
The random toy that had arrived from an unknown sender in the post, just over a week ago.
The officer with the dark hair turned his head away from my books and looked straight into my eyes. ‘Don’t be coy. We know you’ve got it.’ His eyes ran lazily down my body and I blushed at the appraisal in them. ‘You’ve been using it too.’
‘I haven’t!’ I protested, knowing even as I spoke that was a silly thing to say.
I had been trying to use the toy less, which was why I was so stupidly horny today. It had been three days since I had wrapped up the toy and put it at the back of my cupboard. My body had been getting tired from all the orgasms, and I had decided that I needed a break.
When I was at work, I just daydreamed about sex, wanting to be home with the toy. When I was home, I was having the best orgasms of my life.
But I hadn’t been sleeping because of the hot dreams, dreams when I was tied down and faceless male shapes or aliens or other creatures spread my legs apart and fucked themselves into me over and over. I would wake, sweating, panting, dripping between my legs, and already in my sleep reaching for the toy to push it back into myself and give me the release I craved.
Three days without the toy… and I felt slightly manic. My body was begging for stimulation and release, and my brain longed almost as much for the dark images that came when I was using the toy. If the police officers hadn’t knocked on my door, there was a good chance I’d have dug the toy back out of my wardrobe already.
It was Saturday after all.
There was no way I was giving it up to them.
The first officer leaned back against my sideboard. ‘We’d prefer you to surrender it to us voluntarily, Serafina. We’re not going to search your apartment. Not today.’ I breathed an inner sigh of relief.
‘But we can search her,’ interjected the dark-haired officer, his eyes still running lazily up and down my body. I cursed myself that I had chosen to wear sexy clothing today, and not my usual t-shirt and tracksuit pants. The stretchy cross-over top and mini skirt had felt so delightfully cute this morning as they voluptuously displayed the curve of my breasts and hips.
‘Yeah,’ replied the blond-haired officer, his eyes also settling on my body. ‘You got it inside you Serafina? Is that why you’re so horny right now?’ His eyes met mine in a despicably knowing grin.
I blushed red-hot across my cheeks. I felt like my face was burning. ‘I-I’m not…’ I tried to speak.
The dark-haired officer stood up straight, putting a hand to his hip and settling into a stance. His voice was arrogant. ‘We’re good at searching sluts, Serafina. We know all the games you play.’ His face dropped to stare meaningfully at my crotch. ‘We know all the places people like you hide things.’
I hadn’t thought it was possible to blush hotter, but I felt the blush settling across my chest as well as my face.
The blond officer stepped closer to me and reaching out a hand, ran the backs of his fingers delicately down the side of my face. Stupidly, I didn’t move away. It felt … nice to be touched.
‘I think we should search you, don’t you, Serafina?’ he said softly, his eyes meeting mine. ‘I think you’d enjoy that.’ His eyes lowered to glance at my boobs. ‘You’d like to be touched, wouldn’t you? I think you would. My colleague and I can take turns searching you.’
I swallowed sharply and wanted to take a step backwards, move away from him, but my feet were rooted to the ground. He was right. I did want to be touched. My breasts were burning inside my top and my cunt felt like an empty space between my legs – vacant and desperately needing to be filled.
‘Yes,’ he spoke softly, kindly, and his words felt like a caress across my skin. ‘And after we’ve both searched you – searched you properly mind you – then you can cum for us. You’ve been needing it, haven’t you, Serafina?’
I gulped. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his, even as I wanted to watch the other cop as well. I wanted… I wanted to be touched so badly. I hadn’t had intercourse for a long time and I was so lonely. The toy was fun… but it would also be fun to feel their hands and eyes on me and know that I was giving pleasure to another human.
And I had never actually had two men at the same time… Even as I watched them both warily, my brain and body were both running ahead of me. I would finally feel what it felt like to have two men at once.
‘What do you say?’ asked the blond officer again. His finger was stroking my cheek gently in and up-and-down pattern and it felt seductive. ‘Shall we search you, Serafina darling? Check out those hiding places of yours? Make you feel better?’
I swallowed, hesitating, and licked my lips.
I couldn’t help it. I was so horny and I needed sex so much.
‘You want us to fuck you, don’t you?’ the cop prompted again. ‘Then afterwards you can show us how good you are at cumming. We’ll see how many orgasms we can get out of you.’
My voice felt scratchy from disuse. ‘Yes,’ I whispered, unable to make my voice sound louder. I flicked a wary glance at the other officer but he was just watching me, his hands on his hips, a knowing smirk on his face.
It was silly to say yes but I did it anyway. ‘Yes,’ I murmured again, forcing my voice to be louder and more certain this time.
‘Good girl,’ murmured the blond officer, his finger still stroking my cheek. ‘Such a very good girl.’
The dark-haired officer stepped forward and I flinched. He was deliberately harsher, meaner. He reached out a hand and grabbed me by the hair, making me squeak in shock.
‘I like searching sluts’ holes,’ he said crudely. ‘You’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you, Serafina?’
I realised, ruefully, that they were playing good-cop-bad-cop and that it was working. I would do anything for more kindness from the blond-haired officer who was nice to me, and I would equally do anything to appease the dark-haired officer’s deliberate cruelty.
‘Y-yes,’ I whimpered, looking up at him with eyes that I knew were wide open.
Oh god, what is he going to do to me?
‘Good.’ His voice was curt. ‘Get this sack off and show me your boobs.’
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