ログインNatalie’s POVThe cell door clanged shut behind me with a final, metallic echo.The stench hit first… sharp, acrid piss mixed with sweat and unwashed bodies. The same conditions I had ordered tightened weeks ago, demanding the prisoners be treated harsher. Now that smell clung to everything, including the men staring at me like fresh meat.Seven of them.They rose slowly from the benches, eyes raking over my torn dress, cuffed wrists, and the mess of cum and my own wetness still dripping down my thighs.I backed up until my shoulders hit the cold bars.“Please…” The word tasted like ash. “James, Theodore… get me out of here. I’ll increase your pay. I’ll listen more. Just… please. Don’t leave me here.”James and Theodore stood on the other side of the bars, watching with cold amusement.“What do you say? Should we give the bitch a break?”I turned back to them, desperate as I glanced between them.…And they were enjoying every bit of it. “Sure” Theodore answered, tossing a small key t
Natalie's POV The moment the patrol car door slammed shut, Theodore wasted no time.He dragged me across the backseat and forced my head down onto his lap, my cheek pressed against his thigh. My wrists were still cuffed behind my back, making it impossible to push myself up.“Drive slow,” Theodore told James, his voice thick with anticipation. “I want to enjoy this.”James chuckled from the driver’s seat and pulled away from the side of the road. Theodore’s hand immediately slid under my dress, yanking my panties aside. His fingers found my pussy and started rubbing roughly, spreading the wetness that had already betrayed me on the roadside.“Still soaked, Chief,” he mocked, smacking my ass hard with his other hand. The sharp slap echoed in the confined space. “All that power in the office, and look at you now.”I tried to twist away, but with my hands cuffed and my body half-sprawled across his lap, there was nowhere to go.“Stop—” I hissed.Another hard slap landed on my ass, hard
BOOK 2: GANGBANGING THE ARROGANT CHIEF OF POLICENatalie’s POVAll I needed was one more day.One more performance where that fat, useless slob of a husband pretended to be the responsible, doting CEO the city believed he was. Show up to my inauguration ceremony, smile for the cameras, and kiss me on the cheek like we actually meant something after six miserable years of marriage.Instead, like always, he chose to humiliate me.Seven texts and eight missed calls later… still nothing.I tossed my phone onto the backseat and gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white. The speedometer needle climbed higher — 140… 145… well past the limit. A foreign feel even for a police officer.Scratch that — Chief of Police now.The city lights blurred into streaks as I pushed the car faster, trying to outrun the rage boiling in my chest.“SunnyVale Estate in five meters.”I killed the navigation with a sharp jab. I didn’t want to go home. Not tonight.The road stretched dark and emp
Valia's POV The door snapped shut behind me and the room came into sharp, dizzying focus. Hurst was kneeling over Mrs. Morales on the massage table, his thick cock glistening with her wetness, eyes dark with pure lust. He barely glanced at me when I entered. Even when I frantically signaled for them to stay quiet, he just gave me that slow, growing smile — as if this was all some private joke. As if we weren’t seconds away from total disaster “Mom? Are you still in there?” Damian knocked again. The door handle rattled as he tried to nudge it open. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! We're so fucked— “I—I’m good,” Mrs. Morales called out, her voice shaky but surprisingly steady. “The knots are just… a little more stubborn than we thought. Valia’s going deeper. That’s all.” What?! I stared at her in disbelief. She was lying there underneath Hurst’s throbbing cock, her lips still shiny with spit and his precum, and she was covering for him? Hurst’s smile widened, clearly enjoying every
Hurst’s POVThe guest room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft sound of Mrs. Morales’ breathing.She lay face-down on the massage table, completely relaxed. A single white towel covered her ass, leaving the smooth expanse of her back bare. Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder, and even from this angle I could see the heavy curve of her breasts pressed against the padded surface.Soft, full, womanly in a way that made my cock twitch the moment I closed the door behind me.“Thank you for doing this, Valia,” she murmured without turning her head, voice already drowsy with relief. “My back’s been killing me for weeks.”I didn’t correct her.I stepped closer, pouring warm oil into my palms. “Just relax. I’ve got you” I thought to myself.Starting at her shoulders, I pressed my thumbs in slow, deep circles, working out the tight knots I found there. She let out a long, grateful sigh that went straight to my dick.“Oh… that already feels so much better.”
Valia’s POVMrs. Morales looked nothing like a woman in her mid-forties. She sat across from me on the dining table, her dark hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders. The simple black dress she wore clung to her curves in a way that made it impossible not to notice how full her breasts were or how gracefully her waist flared into wide hips.Damian sat right beside her, happily chatting about nothing in particular, while Hurst sat on my right, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine under the table. “I’m just so proud of both of you,” Mrs. Morales said, looking between Damian and Hurst. “Staying this close all these years, through college and everything. It’s rare to see friends like that.”I forced a smile and nodded, even though my focus was elsewhere.Hurst’s hand had been resting on my thigh since we sat down. Now his fingers had slipped under the hem of my skirt, slowly tracing upward until they found my bare pussy. I wasn’t wearing panties — his strict instruc
Valia’s POVJanette Dimitrov stood on the doorstep like she’d stepped straight out of a campus brochure.President of the Literature Club. Straight-A student. Daughter of professors. She was the kind of girl who quoted Austen in casual conversation and wore her intelligence like armor. Today, she







