Taken by the Criminals E-Book

Fabia Berry

• Herausgeber: Fabia Berry
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

A sequel to “Taken by the Cops.” After the cruel cops were done having their way with me, I thought for sure they’d let me go. After all, I’m just a harmless blonde coed who never did anyone any harm. Instead they’ve locked me in a cell with dozens of the city’s worst criminals. Now these wicked men are all around me, pawing at my naked flesh, pulling me down onto the cold concrete floor to subject me to hours of terrible sexual indignities. And the most terrible part of all is how much I like it.

Leseprobe

Taken by the Criminals

By Fabia Berry

Copyright 2018 by Fabia Berry

This work contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

I came to the police station to collect money for needy kids, but instead the cruel cops cuffed me and stripped me and fucked me till my body was dripping with cum inside and out and my soul was wracked with shame and bliss. Then they left me lying here in a big puddle of semen on the interrogation room table. I want to go home. But I also secretly hope they’ll come back and do more horrible, degrading things to my helpless body.

After what seems like hours, the door opens. The black-haired cop from the front desk comes in and pulls me off the table.

“Come on,” he commands, dragging me along by the arm.

At first I assume they’re going to release me, but instead of going back toward the entrance, he leads me deeper into the depths of the station. We head down a long corridor and then through a locker room to a bare concrete room with a drain in the middle of the floor. There’s a firehose coiled on the floor.

The cop orders me to stand against the far wall, then he picks up the firehose and turns it on me. I scream as the hot, stinging spray pummels my naked body and drives me flat against the wall. The cum that covers me is practically vaporized by the blast’s force, and my flesh ripples under the pressure of the spray. The handcuffs that still pinion my arms behind my back clink and clatter as the water hits them.

He sweeps the water up and down my body, hosing every drop of sperm off me. The steady bombardment drives me to my knees and then forces me flat to the floor, where I wail and cower against the bottom of the wall. My pussy is sopping wet, and not just with water.

It gets even wetter when the cop turns the hose directly on my pussy and ass. The hot needles of spray sting my tender flesh, and some shoot straight into me to flood my body’s hidden pink caverns and make them overflow with boiling white froth like twin geysers. My howls of agony and orgasm spike above the roar of the hose.

The hose shuts off. Cascades of water threaded with white clots of sperm continue pouring from my pussy and ass for a few seconds, and then the flow tapers off. The drain gurgles. I continue lying on the floor, moaning softly and gyrating my hips, both yearning for and dreading more.

He hauls me to my feet and roughly towels me off. Then he leads me back through the locker room and down the long corridor again. Now, I think, now they must be ready to release me, to end these sordid torments. I’m strangely disappointed at the thought.

But instead of turning right at the end of the corridor—the direction that leads back to the interrogation room and the entrance—he leads me left.

“W-where are we going?” I squeak, suddenly frightened. And yet as my fear mounts my pussy starts to get all wet and tingly again.

“Quiet,” he snaps.

We stop before a black, windowless metal door marked, “Holding Cells.” My heart begins to pound.