‘Your job isn’t done, Miss Violet,’ Inspector Harmer’s unpleasant voice flickered through the room. ‘You know what you have to do,’ he sniggered unpleasantly, and I imagined all his men watching me greedily. ‘Get your tits back out and fuck him.’
Not happening, I thought wildly, unable to respond. Before I could say anything more, the room swirled again, and I felt myself falling into darkness as I fainted.
Serafina is enslaved to an ancient demon lord… Forced to work for the local supernatural division of the police while her master ‘trains’ her as his broodmare, her days involve fucking one supernatural creature after another, all the while waiting for the day when her master comes to claim her…
Serafina’s Destiny: Chapter 9
[‘Serafina’s Destiny’ is a maledom, femsub enslavement erotica with lactation, breeding and supernatural/monster-fucking themes. These chapters also have some sedation play. Chapter 1 of ‘Serafina’s Destiny’ is here]
People were arguing over me.
I lay still, my eyes shut. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and I wasn’t even sure I could open my eyes, let alone speak or stand.
Slowly, as I drifted back to consciousness, I remembered what had happened. Inspector Harmer’s foul mind and cruel treatment of me. And Lord Gaius — oh heavens, I had met an actual demon lord. And he had fucked me and bred me.
Tried to breed me at any rate. I remembered the hot swollen feeling in my belly, whether it had been real or imagined. I couldn’t feel him inside me anymore, at least, I didn’t think I could. I just felt tired and overwhelmed.
This was too much.
This was not meant to happen. This was not my plan.
To be fair, I didn’t know what my plan was. Ever since I had discovered that I was in thrall to a demon lord, I had simply taken each day as it came. Finding a plan had seemed far too hard — particularly when I had to put up with people fucking me all day and all night.
At least my bed and board was paid for, I just had to fuck whoever the supernatural policing division wanted me to fuck during the day, and whoever Valerie and her husbands wanted me to fuck at night.
For months now, I had just spent my life drifting from horny sexual encounter to horny sexual encounter, enjoying myself along the way. Sure, I also complained a lot but I had enjoyed pretty much all of the sex, even with Valerie’s rougher guests and the more dubious of the supernatural creatures.
It had been months and I hadn’t really done anything proactive to make my life better in any way. It simply hadn’t seemed like there was any point.
I was going to become a demon’s broodmare and there wasn’t anything I could do about that.
As I drifted, trapped in a well of misery, my eyes shut, I slowly became aware of the voices arguing over me.
‘The girl sits within my jurisdiction and I am within my rights to have her sectioned for her refusal of duty. This is a necessary step to ensure the safety of the community. If she won’t obey orders, we need to imprison her.’
Oh no, that was not good at all.
The voice was Inspector Harmer’s pugnacious one, of course.
The other two voices I didn’t recognise.
‘I realise your concerns, Inspector,’ spoke an efficient, reasonable male voice — someone used to dealing with authority but who wielded a far amount of his own authority. ‘As you can see from the warrant in front of you, as of this morning, Serafina Violet falls within my jurisdiction. You have done the best you could with a difficult situation. This is my problem now. You need to step down, Inspector.’
I did not like it when high-ranking police officers argued over me. Usually it meant bad things for me.
‘I’ll see her put away if it’s the last thing I do,’ snapped Inspector Harmer. ‘She endangered my men with her dereliction of duty! I gave the woman a clear order and she disobeyed me. And now a dangerous supernatural entity is free to roam the streets, preying on the innocent!’
They had lost Gaius then. I had known they would. The supernatural unit’s main way of dealing with roaming supernatural entities is to fuck them senseless — once the creatures are riding waves of their own pleasure, they become weak and docile, and easy to be restrained.
If they’re reasonable, they agree to behaviour orders that let them live and work alongside humans. If they’re not reasonable… well, there are flourishing sections in human prisons devoted to restraining dangerous entities.
My stomach churned suddenly at the thought. Inspector Harmer had threatened to place me in a remand centre or a prison — where my role would be to ‘subdue’ the detainees by fucking them daily.
Though, I thought to myself wryly — if my choice was between Harmer and prison, I might still choose prison. I found supernatural creatures were usually quite reasonable, even pleasant companions, once they knew that I was ready and available to slake their lusts.
The new voice spoke above me, arresting my thoughts with its singular strength and beauty. He was educated, I was sure of that, and he had none of Inspector Harmer’s crude arrogance.
‘Miss Violet is mine now,’ he spoke with some steel in his voice. ‘As is the task of tracking down that demon lord you let go. Central command is willing to let your mishandling of this case go, Inspector. I suggest — for your own good — that you accept it. Now, please show yourself out.’
There may have been some more snarling, some more masculine hackles raised, but I let them drift over me. It seemed as though Inspector Harmer was drifting out of my life as soon as he had arrived — and I was freaking thankful. Soon enough he left, his hard shoes snapping across the floor and the hospital door slamming hard behind him.
‘You can wake up now,’ the newcomer’s voice spoke above me, startling me.
I lay still but it seemed that the stranger wouldn’t be fooled.
‘I know you’re awake, Miss Violet,’ he said. ‘Open your eyes. Let’s get acquainted.’
I didn’t want to ‘get acquainted’ with my new ‘owner’ in the supernatural division — even if he was nicer than Harmer. I wanted… I wanted to stay asleep forever. Lying in a hospital bed, my head still aching from the memory of my rapid slide into unconsciousness, no-one would ask me to do anything.
Yes, sleep would be nice.
‘Don’t be lazy now,’ the voice chided me. ‘Wake up.’
It was his voice that decided me. It was so beautiful — a deep man’s voice, with rich tones that felt like chocolate against my skin. That and the fact that I was getting horny again. I get horny all the time now, even when I’m lying in a hospital bed after having had the life fucked out of me by a monstrous demon lord intent on breeding me.
I opened my eyes, the man sitting beside my bed swimming slowly into focus.
Tall, even when seated. Dark hair, smudged with grey at the temples. A pleasantly curved mouth with generous lips. He winked at me as he saw me looking at him, his mouth curving into a genuine smile.
‘See, that was easy enough,’ he praised me. ‘I’m Superintendent Atticus. But you can call me Atticus — or Al for short.’
Chapter 10
‘See, that was easy enough,’ the man sitting beside my hospital bed praised me. ‘I’m Superintendent Atticus. But you can call me Atticus — or Al for short.’
‘Al isn’t short for Atticus,’ I said without even thinking. Possibly not the most lucid thing to say to my new boss, I thought to myself, my head still spinning.
‘I’ve heard the blokes call you Raffy,’ he grinned at me, ignoring my comment. ‘How do you like it?’
‘I do not,’ I grumbled, wondering why we were talking about nicknames, even as I knew I had started it. I couldn’t even tell if he was having me on.
‘Well then. What can I call you?’ he asked. ‘I hope you don’t dislike it but we’ll be working very closely together from now on, Miss Violet.’
I blushed at the words although there was zero innuendo in them.
‘Do I have a choice?’ I asked, somewhat grumpily. The events of the day were weighing heavily on me. Inspector Harmer’s crude treatment of me, his refusal to let me say ‘no’ to going into the apartment with Gaius, and Gaius’ subsequent brutal — even if also highly pleasurable — sex with me.
‘Not really,’ Atticus replied smoothly. ‘You’re an important asset, Miss Violet,’ he added. ‘I’ve had my eye on you for a while,’ he continued. ‘And the events of yesterday gave me the excuse I needed to take charge of you. You’ve done some very impressive work over the previous months. I’m looking forward to us working together, you and I.’
‘What do you want me to do for you?’ I asked, still feeling overwhelmed. I wasn’t feeling so great about his claim that he had ‘taken charge’ of me — mostly I wanted to return to a world where I was in charge of myself.
Or go back to sleep.
Sleep would be good.
‘Right now, I want you to recover,’ Atticus answered my question. ‘Your guardians will be here soon to collect you,’ he informed me. ‘Tomorrow we’ll start work — Gaius’ presence in this city shows that we’re losing control. And I’m not convinced there isn’t another larger threat at work. My orders are to work with you to track him down and put an end to a dangerous cluster of supernatural behaviour.’
‘I see,’ I said shortly, although I agreed with him. Gaius’ presence did suggest that the situation was intensifying.
I’d like to work with you, Miss Violet,’ he added, emphasising the words. ‘As colleagues.’
I considered him dubiously. While most of the officers in the supernatural division that I had met weren’t as crude as Harmer, they didn’t usually treat me like an equal colleague. The first men I had met had gangfucked me in my house while looking for the enchanted sextoy that had started this whole ridiculous charade — and yes I had agreed to it and yes I had even enjoyed it, but that wasn’t the point.
It had hardly been professional behaviour on their part.
‘Colleagues?’ I asked, rolling the word around my mouth. It was probably fake — I was almost certain it was fake. Men like Atticus were all the same. ‘So you won’t be sending me in to fuck the monsters then?’ I asked bitterly, feeling my womb suddenly spasming inside me all over again at the memory of Gaius spearing me and breeding me.
I didn’t want that to happen again, as pleasurable as it might be. Dammit, the demon had been inside my womb, more violating — and more arousing — than anything that had ever happened to me.
Atticus winked at me, smiling. He seemed genuine — self-deprecating and friendly — and even though I was grumpy, I actually found myself starting to like him against my will.
‘Let’s say…’ he murmured, amusement in his voice. ‘Let’s say we’ll talk between us, working out the best approach, do some research — before I send you in to fuck the monsters,’ he said, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile.
‘I wish I could say you won’t be letting them use your body,’ he added immediately, the euphemism making me blush, ‘but you really are very good at it — or so the reports suggest at any rate,’ he added — making me want to blush again at the thought he had read all the reports about me be fucked by monsters.
‘I see,’ I said shortly — although I couldn’t say that I wasn’t interested. My work days might be different if I was treated as part of the team, included in decision-making, and not just regarded as the expendable fucktoy designed for maximum pleasure.
‘And you won’t fuck me yourself, either?’ I asked, remembering again the first officers I had met who had themselves used sex to try to bring me into compliance. ‘Or treat me like a public display like your friend Harmer?’ I asked, rather bitterly.
‘Harmer isn’t my friend,’ Atticus said coldly, probably the first display of real emotion that I had seen from him. ‘I won’t turn you into a public display,’ Atticus said coolly, his green eyes meeting mine. ‘Harmer’s behaviour today was… Outside of bounds and definitely against the regulations. I can assure you that I will make sure he faces sanctions.’
I gulped, suddenly embarrassed. It was one thing to complain about poor treatment and quite another to be taken seriously.
I looked across to the door in relief as I heard the dulcet tones of Valerie outside, her heels clacking on the linoleum floor. Thank heavens — she had arrived just as I was consumed by my embarrassment.
‘Your escort is here,’ Atticus rose, reaching for his overcoat and donning it with one smooth, practised movement. He looked just as good dressed for the outdoors as he did in a suit and tie sitting beside my bed — and I wondered all over again what such an intelligent-looking, successful man was doing in the supernatural division.
Given that it had to work in secrecy, the most ambitious and capable officers generally avoided it like the plague.
Atticus looked back at me, his hand on the door knob, stepping back to hold the door open for Valerie.
‘As for your other question… No, I won’t fuck you,’ he said, and I blushed, wishing I had never said it. Why did I never think before I spoke? ‘At least… Not until our third date,’ Atticus winked at me while I reeled in shock.
I couldn’t tell from his voice if he was serious or not.
‘Until then, you’re safe,’ he chuckled. ‘After that… I make no promises.’
Then, while I was still reeling, Atticus let himself out as Valerie bustled into the room, bringing with her the fragrance of flowers and the scent of the sun.
—
‘Who is he?’ I grumbled, knowing I probably wouldn’t get an answer. ‘He said he was going to fuck me.’
I was in Valerie’s rooms, helping her dress for the big party she was hosting that night.
‘Everyone fucks you, Serafina darling,’ she replied smoothly as she expertly applied her make-up. ‘Including demon lords, it would seem.’
I blenched. I so did not want to be reminded about Gaius fucking me — or his seed which was undoubtedly still inside me. Valerie’s cool tone showed she was unhappy about it as well — while I wasn’t so deluded as to think she cared about me, she did care about having me present in her house as a willing, ever-present fucktoy.
‘I can’t work tonight,’ I said quickly, reminding her about the doctor’s orders. They had said I should take at least 24 hours off ‘intense activities’, whatever that meant.
‘It’s such a bore,’ Valerie agreed with me. ‘Just when I’ve got the Forsters here tonight. She wants to watch her husband shafting you again. They’re going to be so disappointed,’ she complained, simpering at herself in the mirror.
Her face was perfect, as usual.
‘Ugh,’ I said.
I hadn’t liked the Forsters when I had met them before. The wife had told me that she didn’t enjoy sexual intercourse and so she sought out women like me for her husband to enjoy. And he certainly had enjoyed me at a previous party, greedily rutting with me for hours, using my body as if it was his pleasure toy without once saying hello to me or recognising that I was a human too.
‘I’ll have to make it up to them, of course,’ Valerie grumbled softly. ‘I’m thinking I’ll invite them to an exclusive breakfast in a few weeks — just us and them. We’ll put you in the conservatory,’ she snickered, ‘and Dahlia and I can sip tea above while dear Bertram gets his end inside you. He did so enjoy your body last time and you were so good for him, darling. He was in such a good mood after a few orgasms inside you.’
I blushed at the imagery — the ‘conservatory’ was a cut-glass dome in the centre of Valerie’s house, set up with a settee inside, surrounded by luxurious balconies perfectly situated to watch whatever debauchery was taking place inside the glass-walled room.
I didn’t want to fuck Bertram Forster and I wanted to do it even less with his wife watching from a jewelled balcony above.
‘He’s asked for you to be blindfolded and gagged next time,’ Valerie continued, standing up and accepting the silken stole I handed across to her. ‘He said your face put him off,’ she snickered, regarding herself in a full-length mirror.
She looked delightful, of course — exquisite and wealthy and completely, 100% in charge.
‘He didn’t even look at my face!’ I cried out, suddenly furious at her.
It was all very well for Valerie to talk about me like this — she wasn’t the one who had to please every single one of her guests with her body, whether I liked them or not.
‘His sort never do,’ Valerie agreed with me, smiling. ‘That’s why I never let them near me,’ she smirked, further infuriating me — oh no, she didn’t have to fuck her guests, that was my job. ‘It’s so lucky that I have you, isn’t it, darling?’ she cooed. ‘And so lucky that you always enjoy them inside you, whether they’re nice men or not…’ she let her voice trail off as she deliberately reminded me of my weakness.
I blushed — I did enjoy it, the enchantment that my master had placed on me causing me to be eternally horny, eternally desperate for penetration and fucking. Even now, exhausted after the morning with Gaius, my body was reminding me that I hadn’t had sex for hours — and that it was about time I found someone or something to fuck me.
‘Entertaining is so much easier now that I have your body to offer to the guests,’ Valerie explained in the same matter-of-fact voice that she had explained the same thing to me millions of times before. ‘Although I think I might drug you before I let Bertram fuck you next time,’ she added, her casual words chilling me.
Valerie had already drugged me a couple of times for her guests and I would complain more about it except that the outcome was the same — I would fuck them whether I was fully capable or whether I was in a half-awake stupor, and honestly, the stupor was far less effort.
‘Why?’ I asked, still feeling bitter after this morning at how everyone seemed to use me. ‘Doesn’t Bertram want me to be a real person?’
‘Of course not,’ Valerie snickered as if I was stupid.
She looked straight at me and I had the sudden sense she could see right into my soul. I can never work out if I like Valerie or not — she’s cruel but she also looks after me, and even if she makes me fuck everyone, I am otherwise not at all overworked in her ‘employment’. She even has moments of kindness, even if tonight was not one of them.
‘Yes, I definitely will drug you,’ she said, the simple ease with which she made the ‘decision’ affecting me making me feel even more humiliated. ‘A half dose will be just right. Bertram will love you like that — awake enough to be responsive and aware, but too dopey to be more than a large fuckdoll for him. I’ll tell him that I’m punishing you. It’ll remind him that he’s in charge of you and that will make his dick nice and hard,’ she chuckled softly.
While I seethed at her words, Valerie glanced at her phone, checking the time.
‘I must run, darling,’ she blew me a kiss. ‘Guests are arriving! Rest up well, Serafina,’ she smiled at me. ‘I do need you back on duty as soon as possible!’
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Read where it all began…
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. Serafina finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her…
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It’s not a manifesto
I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.
When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖
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