Female submission, non-consent, rough sex, gangbangs, and erotic enslavement
When she receives a mysterious sex toy in the mail, Serafina is too excited to ask questions about who sent it… and why. But her gift bears a supernatural curse – and Serafina can’t stop herself from succumbing to its addictive pleasure, even as it awakens dangerous fantasies within her.
Desperate to fuck and be fucked, unable to say ‘no’ to anyone who wants her, Serafina soon realises she is in thrall to an ancient, supernatural power. Serafina finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her. And at the end of her path lies enslavement – as broodmare to a terrifying demonic force.
Will Serafina escape her fate – or will she accept the gift of pleasure and pain she is offered?
Serafina’s Gift contains 38 chapters (130 pages) of intense BDSM erotica. Buy it now on All These Roadworks.
Chapter 1 re-release
Note: This is the original Chapter 1 updated for the novel release
By the time I thought to ask who had sent me the sextoy, it was far too late.
The package was dropped off at my door by the postman. I unwrapped it, puzzled. I hadn’t ordered a parcel for myself and I didn’t recognise the label. I shrugged, reading the words ‘Deep Teeze Pleasure Toys’. It was addressed to me — Serafina — with the correct surname and address.
Clearly, it was for me.
Anyway, it was beautiful and I wanted it. I lifted the vibrator out of its satin wrapper and felt its warm, rounded, heavy strength in my hands. It was so very, very fuckable. It started to thrum gently as I ran my hand lovingly over its silken surface. I couldn’t believe it was even already charged.
Oh yes.
I wanted to feel it inside me.
I realised one hand was already down on my zipper, ready to lower my jeans. My breasts felt hot and needy inside my t-shirt. The large, slightly rippled vibrator pulsed invitingly in my hands as if to encourage me.
Well, why not? It was a work-free afternoon. I was home alone. I could do whatever I wanted.
The dildo pulsed invitingly in my hand. Every moment I delayed felt like a humdrum waste, when I could be feeling this vibrating thrum against my soft flesh. Every minute the toy wasn’t inside me was a frustration.
I realised I didn’t care where the toy had come from. I had a needy ball of heat inside me that I needed to release in a heaven-sent gush.
I didn’t bother going into my bedroom. Why should I, when the couch was just there, and I didn’t need to wait?
My jeans and panties went down to my knees — it was too much work to push them off fully — and I lay back on the couch, a throw rug underneath my hips. One hand drifted up underneath my t-shirt, pushing my breasts, mercifully bra-less, free into the air, teasing the taut nubs of my nipples until I shivered with need.
My other hand went straight between my legs.
I was so wet and warm and slippery. I felt like my cunt was a black hole, needy and desperate to be filled.
I hadn’t had intercourse since forever.
My breath caught in anticipation as I lowered the toy between my legs, desperately needy for the moment when I would feel it against my skin.
Oh my god.
I rubbed the soft-but-also-firm head up and down across my clit, feeling it pulsing with tiny prickles of electric sensation. I knew I should wait, make it last, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Greedily, I found my entrance and pushed the thick, round head of the toy into me, as always loving that moment when I felt my soft tissues pushed open and a hard, foreign item sliding into me.
Afterwards, I would imagine that I heard a soft sigh of satisfaction as the thick head of the dildo slid into my cunt. As if someone — or some thing — was aware of the toy parting my sensitive, tender flesh and penetrating deep into me. It was, I would think later, the sigh of both a job well done and joyful anticipation of future pleasures.
But right now, all I could feel was the warmth spreading through my groin as the toy penetrated me. I pushed it deep inside me, imagining it was a cock. I loved the feeling of the thick, wide head and the silken smooth material of the toy against my inner walls.
In my head, I brought up a dirty, forbidden fantasy of being taken against my will. Later, I would imagine a voice speaking to me as I did, a silent voice that only sounded in my head.
Yes, it said. This one. This fantasy. I want you to show me this one.
It was an old fantasy, one that I had used for many years to get myself off. I had been abducted but I had tricked my captor and escaped. It was night-time and I was hiding in the woodland near the main road. I was working out how to get to safety, when I saw a police car driving past slowly.
Of course, I ran to the car, thinking I was saved. I didn’t know that my abductor was a rich and powerful man, who had paid off the local police. The police weren’t not there to help me. They were looking for me, to take me back to captivity.
The two male officers grabbed me and cuffed me and pushed me unceremoniously into the back of the car. They would take me back to my captor, but they would also fuck me first, here in the back of the car on the side of a deserted road. It was their reward for having found me first.
In my head, the cops had already ignored my frightened pleas, with lascivious grins that seemed to split their faces open. They had already ripped my shirt open and delighted at how my large breasts swung in the open air, ripe for their hands to grope.
They had already forced me down to lie on my back and yanked my denim skirt up around my waist, while I screamed at them to stop.
In my head, one of the officers had slapped me and growled at me. He said, ‘Quiet, bitch. You’re only getting what you’ve had coming to you’. My body, in the fantasy, was becoming increasingly turned on by their rough use of me and by the sight of their hard dicks.
In my head, as the toy slid into real-world me, the senior officer positioned himself between my legs and thrust his hot, hard member into me. Fantasy-me was wet and he slid straight in, easily pushing himself deep.
I ground the toy into myself, imagining him above me, imagining what it would feel like to have his hard shaft inside me, thick and long, his hips grinding against my groin, while the other cop held me down by my hair and laughed at my distress.
The toy felt amazing.
It was warm and it filled me the way I needed to be filled. It seemed to pulse or thrum, as if it was emitting tiny sparkles of sensation all along its length, pleasuring my most sensitive areas. As I was dimly wishing that it also teased my clitoris, I was reminded by a gentle pressure and pulsing sensation against my clit that — of course — it had little ears like a rabbit vibrator and of course it did tease my clitoris.
In my fantasy, the senior police officer was pounding himself into me, getting ready to ejaculate deep inside me. He was using me so roughly that it both hurt and felt incredible at the same time.
Fantasy-me didn’t know whether she was more turned on by him fucking her or by the degrading words he was grunting at her. He was telling her that he was teaching her what her place was, telling her she had brought this on herself by defying her abductor’s plans for her.
I rocked the toy back and forth, grinding it against me, loving how it was pulsing hotly inside me, just against my g-spot, like a growing ball of sparkly energy. The vibration on my clitoris was gentler and just right, as if the toy knew exactly how I needed to be touched.
I came in a soaring gush, just at the point when fantasy-me was whimpering uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sensations as the cop battered himself harder and faster into her, uncaring about anything except his approaching climax. I lay back on my couch, feeling my wetness gush past my fingers to soak up in the throw rug, my body overloaded at the sensations running through my groin.
Fantasy-me heard the cop cum inside her, and felt terrifyingly turned on by heavy, sweaty body lying against her, and by the knowledge that his seed was now inside her, warm and alive.
I lay still, panting, the toy humming gently against my legs. In my head, the first cop pulled himself roughly out of fantasy-me’s cunt and she knew it was time for the second cop to stop groping her breasts and pull out his hard dick to fuck her in turn.
I smiled to myself, and without any hesitation, slid the toy back against my pussy.
Pixie Isobella 