I couldn’t concentrate because I kept cumming from the toy inside me. Giant waves pulsed through me and then receded, each only allowing me only a couple of breaths before another orgasm hit me. I couldn’t escape it, the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. I was screaming and I couldn’t stop screaming, especially when I heard the men laughing carelessly above me.
Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 12. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.
Tags: police officers, dubious consent, MMF sex, degradation, bareback sex, face slaps, rough sex, anal sex, dual penetration, forced orgasm
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 12
I kept screaming as I came, again and again, from the toy inside me.
Bad cop was using his strength to push himself further into my butthole, increasing the pressure inside me. The toy felt huge in my cunt, vibrating with a sharp pattern that was so fast I couldn’t feel the individual pulses.
‘Gods,’ said bad cop, his cock deep inside my butt, grinding into me. ‘I can feel it each time the slut cums. Best blow-up doll ever.’ He slapped my thigh, and thrust himself what felt like a couple of inches deeper into my well-lubed anus. ‘I hope you’re enjoying this Raffy. Because I’m sure not stopping any time soon.’
I was incapable of thinking. Another orgasm flashed through me and I screamed again, pushing back against the man inside my butt. I tried mindlessly to push him back out of my body, knowing that I was in fact opening myself up more, helping him go deeper.
Everything was too intense and I felt too full. I couldn’t move, and I felt like each orgasm would be my last.
Standing above me, good cop’s boot was back on my upper back, heavy and holding me down against the floor. I could feel my knees slipping wider and I was unable to hold myself up. Bad cop was grinding himself hard into my butt, treating me like a tight, slippery hole. My anus was tender, complaining at the feeling of being stretched open again.
‘She’s so tight,’ bad cop groaned. ‘So good to fuck.’ I knew he was all the way inside me and I had the same feeling of being split open as I’d had earlier when the other man had fucked my butt.
Bad cop kept talking and I moaned at his careless words. ‘I should be nice to you, shouldn’t I, darling?’ he asked. ‘You’ve been so good to us. But I enjoy being rough with you too much.’
I screamed again in trepidation at what he meant, then I screamed again at the feeling of him starting to pull out and jab himself rhythmically, roughly, in short, sharp strokes into my sensitive insides.
I was a mess. My boobs were cold and they hurt against the floor. Tears were streaming out of my eyes. I had screamed so much that my face felt gross. I knew saliva was drooling out of my mouth, across my cheeks and the floor. I couldn’t move my lower body to avoid the sensations of deep, intense, pleasure-pain invasion in my cunt and butt. The pulsing orgasms kept crashing through me, and I couldn’t escape them.
The heartless laughter of good cop, mixed with the excited grunts and groans of bad cop as he fucked my butt, made the situation feel even more surreal. I was a thing, an object to provide pleasure, to provide holes for them to fuck and probe at and shove their dicks into.
I drifted and lost track of time, even as the inescapable orgasms kept bursting through me. Each orgasm was too hard, too much, and I knew I had completely lost control. My voice was wailing a long, loud cry that I couldn’t stop, and I had no control any more over the sensations between my legs. I lay on the floor and let things happen, my breath coming fast and shallow, tears streaming from my eyes and saliva running straight from my open mouth across the floor.
It was an aeon later when bad cop finally came inside my butt with a guttural yell, his hands cruelly tight on my hips.
There was a long pause, in which the toy kept vibrating inside me, and I came again. Then the man let go of me as he pulled himself out of me, slapping me carelessly on the butt as he stood up, letting go of me.
I screamed as I came again. I wanted to sob. It was too much, I couldn’t take any more.
‘Good girl, Raffy,’ bad cop said, standing up above me, cum still streaming from his softening shaft and landing on my body. ‘You’re good to fuck. I’ll give you a reference any time.’
I collapsed onto the floor but the men didn’t take the toy out of me and I kept cumming, less intense now that bad cop’s cock was no longer inside me, but still too often and too much. Good cop rolled me onto my back with his foot, and, as if from a distance, I saw both the men looking down at me.
‘The slut is a mess,’ chuckled bad cop. I whimpered helplessly as he lifted his foot and held it against my pussy, jabbing gently at the toy inside me, pushing it deeper into me in a gentle, teasing rhythm. ‘I can’t believe the toy does this to her.’
‘Yeah,’ agreed the other man. ‘I’d like to tie her down for a whole day with it inside her. Watch her scream each time she cums. It’s a work of art.’
I moaned in horror at the thought, then I came again. I kept cumming again and again while bad cop kept pushing the toy into me with his foot against my pussy, a delighted smile crossing his face. Each time I came, I made a wailing cry that I couldn’t control.
It felt so demeaning to lie naked at their feet orgasming uncontrollably, unable to move, unable to stop myself. I think I had cum more times in the previous half hour than all the times in my life before, and I wondered if something would break inside me.
It was too much. I wanted the sensations to stop, but I felt like I couldn’t move. I couldn’t believe the men were just standing above me, watching me lie naked at their feet, legs and arms sprawled wantonly, cumming again and again from the toy embedded inside me.
‘We’re done here, Raffy,’ said good cop finally. ‘You’ve been a good girl. Keep the toy. For now. But we’ll be back.’
I came again while he was talking. I didn’t know how to make his words make sense. They were leaving me here? With the toy? All I could think was that I didn’t know how to move to get the toy out of me.
Bad cop was dressing himself back in his uniform. He smirked at good cop’s words, then he bent down and switched the toy off, leaving it embedded deep in my cunt. I came again as he did, my body pulsing around the toy in a burst of pleasure that was so intense it was almost like pain.
They were leaving me the toy. Now all I had to do was work out how to stand up off the floor.
‘Yeah,’ said bad cop, as he stood again. ‘I’ll be back. Late at night. When I need someone to fuck.’
Would you like to find out what happens to Serafina next? Chapter 13 is coming soon, with a whole new arc of what happens to Serafina next.
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