Erotica: Handcuffing Inhibitions (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Rachel Wilson

  He hurdled toward the pervert, lunging across the room with animalistic speed. Nick, in his unfortunate choice of hues, shook his head from side to side and said, “Hellllll no!”, then dived out of the way like a matador sweeping his cape away from the horns of a charging bull. The Hunk barreled on past him, redirecting his course, instead, for the second-closest green life form he could find.

  Sodoman Gomorrah's eyes went wide for a moment, but then her glance fell upon the behemoth of a cock swinging like a pendulum from the Hunk's waist as it bounced along toward her.

  “Take me!” she pleaded, putting up her arms in a stance of surrender, and the Hunk promptly did as he was told.

  Terri looked on at the familiar sight as the horny green giant tore little Sodoman out of her clothes with the tugging of two fingers in opposite directions, lifted up the tiny alien vixen over his head, licked her tight pussy to lubricate it, and then slammed her down screaming onto his enormous cock. He lay down on the ground, sticking Sodoman vertically into the air atop his erection, and he began to thrust his pelvis hard up toward the ceiling, slamming upward with tremendous force, and the poor tattered Sodoman flying so fast up and down along the length of his immeasurable shaft that it was like watching someone try to have sex with a sentient trampoline.

  Quicksliver and Nooki sat up, still recovering in their lightning-fast afterglow, and looked over at the source of the booming screams being torn out of Sodoman's lungs as the Hunk fucked her.

  “Oooooooh, I want a turn!” said Nooki, his flaccid penis growing suddenly erect again, guiding him over toward the scene. Quicksliver seemed to take to the idea as well. “Yes, and then Pietro,” he said, and suddenly a short queue was forming of people who wanted to be fucked the Hunk, the mighty green beast unexpectedly stealing the spotlight from some of the team's more prominent members.

  “Good thing he's insatiable,” said Terri, helping Nick Furry to his feet from the spot where he'd fallen to the floor.

  “Yeah,” he said, now upright. “For some reason I feel as though there's a good chance this just might get out of hand...”

  They both looked over across the room, where Iron Rod and the now-naked-save for-his-helmet Captain Erotica were still going at it with one another. They'd brusquely cleared all of the files and paperwork off of a long wooden table in the corner, and Rodney had Stiff bent over doggy style with his head against its polished surface, drilling his metal cock up the Captain's all-American asshole, giving him a vigorous, almost violent mechanical reacharound from behind. The mighty Whor, who had an exhausted Jane Thruster still cradled in his arms and crammed upon his hammerhead cock in the afterglow, heard the Captain's moans of pleasure from across the room, and decided that this was something he himself might want to get in on.

  “I want a piece of that action!” said Whor.

  He stood up, Jane still hanging horizontally from his erection, and he began to spin his body around wildly, twirling the poor girl in circles until at last she flew off of his penis, soaring across the room, and landing straight into the arms of Pietro Jakkinoff as he awaited his turn with the Insatiable Hunk behind a chicken-choking Nooki.

  “You want Pietro should give you quickie before strong green monster man hammers his sickle?”

  “Hm,” Jane considered. “My pussy's pretty sore from Whor's hammer at the moment. Would it be okay if we did it up the butt instead?”

  “Pietro was going to do it up the butt anyway,” he shrugged, and the two of them proceeded to do it up the butt.

  Whor hovered over to the objects of his desire, and Iron Rod apparently spotted him using some sort of rear-view camera. Without even turning his head to look at the mighty Norse god an ass-flap opened up at the back of his robotic suit. Whor climbed on top of him, and Iron Rod paused in his abuse of the young Captain Erotica's sore body. He braced himself, and the hammer slid inside, stretching out his ass in a manner most painful.

  “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK!” Rodney proclaimed, and immediately Whor was jackhammering away at his insides, the pummeling force of his godly erection driving Iron Rod's own metal cock deeper and further up into Captain Erotica's own tortured ass, stimulating his prostate, and before long causing him to cum all over the underside of his own scrawny stomach.

  Terri turned back over toward Nick Furry, and shrugged. “Well... At least we should be prepared to face Phallos when he gets here...”

  “I guess,” he said, “If the office is still standing by that point, at any rate...”

  Terri proceeded to unzip Furry's costume, taking everything off of him except for his fuzzy green bear/chipmunk/squirrel head. She got down on her knees and started giving him one hell a blowjob, bobbing her crimson head back and forth quickly along his big black shaft. Her tits flapped enthusiastically back and forth against her chest, and Furry's cartoon head tilted peacefully backward, sighing deep.

  Before long, Nick himself took control of the situation, taking things to the next level by grabbing the back of Terri's head, slamming her into his body, and forcing her to deep-throat him happily, his immense black penis plunging further and further down into Terri's tender throat, suffocating her, causing her to choke, and forcing spit to dribble down in thick, humiliating plumes down her chin, eventually dripping down onto her bouncing, overinflated tits, glazing them like the donuts she knew him to love so dearly.

  Suddenly, Terri had to pull away, gasping. Her beloved Black Sado had goosed her plump rump to get her attention, and was licking her lips, requesting permission to land between her legs. Terri nodded, Nick's big black dick still hanging halfway up out of her mouth. She splayed out her legs a bit, and lifted her body up slightly, allowing Genitalia to slide in under her, and then pressing her body gently back down onto her face. She sighed around Nick's erection as she felt Genitalia's tongue beginning to glide around her pussy, and was surprised to see the other three women of the group laying down in sequence behind her, Sodoman's lips pressed against Genitalia's pussy, Agent Cooter's against Sodoman's, and bringing up the rear, little Jane Thruster's against Agent Cooter's. They were as beautiful a daisy chain of lesbians as one was likely to find, and it was unfortunate that Terri couldn't continue watching it unfold, because suddenly Nick Furry reclaimed possession of her face, and proceeded to fuck her throat harder than ever, tearing out a series of painful grunts while the other four women sighed passionately behind her.

  All in all, S.H.A.F.T.'s first ever company orgy turned out to be a smashing success (pun probably intended, but who the fuck cares at this point?) Every cock found a home, every hole found a filler, every tit found a sucker, and every body found a fucker (eloquent, no?)

  Quicksliver gave facials to all five women over the course of about five seconds.

  Whor bounced Captain Erotica hard up and down on his hammer, while Terri sat on the god's beautiful face and made out with the young patriot across the terrain of Whor's sculpted body.

  Genitalia eventually gave in and surrendered to her love for cock, giving handjobs to both Pietro and Nick Furry simultaneously, and sucking on Iron Rod's big red rocket in the middle. Later, all of the males gathered around and had a circle-jerk onto her.

  Sodoman Gomorrah took on a triple penetration, with Iron Rod and Quicksliver crammed hard into her pussy, and Whor jackhammered away into her ass.

  Then, Nooki took on a triple penetration, with Iron Rod, Quicksliver, and the strap-on clad Peggy Cooter all somehow managing to grind their way up into his asshole.

  A more depraved collection of individuals surely does not, has never, and will never exist, and this grand display of excess was a glorious, glorious thing.

  Their was, however, one minor snafu in S.H.A.F.T.'s exorbitant superorgy.

  The “Insatiable” aspect of Bruce Boner's superhero moniker had apparently been taken for granted by all parties involved, but was now making itself abundantly clear as the party dragged on into the night. After a brief survey, it was concluded that every single person in the gro
up, save for Howie the Mallard who, true to his word, had only come along to watch, had taken at least one turn being fucked by the Hunk, which amounted to at least eleven ejaculations from the great beast over the course of the evening- and some of them, Nooki foremost among them, had lost track of how many times they'd ridden him, and so the number was definitely much higher than that. Surely, they imagined, as exhausted as they all were by this point, the Hunk himself must be rapidly depleting his seemingly endless supply of energy?

  But no sooner could an exhausted body climb off of his pelvis than the Hunk would roar angrily, demanding a new customer lest he go on one of his rampages and tear down the building on top of them all. And every time, another tired fucker would hop on, riding him to orgasm, hoping every time that this would be the ejaculation that set him over.

  They all loved being fucked by him, but goddamn, they weren't sure how much more of it they could take.

  Chapter Three

  “I had a feeling something like this might happen,” said Rodney Dowel Jr. after failing to lull the beast to sleep with his ass, and he waddled out of the room with a determined look in his eyes, slinking out of sight with some mysterious sense of purpose.

  Soon it was Terri's turn to ride the beast. She sighed, her pussy already long numb from abuse, but no sooner had she climbed atop the Hunk's massive erection than there was a sudden explosion of rubble from across the room, and everyone turned to stare at the gaping, smoke-filled hole in the wall.

  A pair of glowing, triangular eyes beamed clearly through the wreckage, and a familiar robotic voice reverberated loudly across the room.

  “Ladies and gentlemen and Hunks alike, it's time to put an end to this party...” The whole room shook as the new arrival stepped loudly through the rubble, and through the thick dust an enormous, Hunk-sized robot thudded into view. Terri's instant thought was that it was what Iron Rod would look like if he had been constructed by a professional wrestler instead of Rodney Dowel Jr. The thing was gigantic, at least equaling the Insatiable Hunk in size and its shoulders broad and powerful-looking, with the same ball gag tied around his metal mouth and the largest steel dildo Terri had ever scene hanging off of his crimson waist. “Say hello to Nut-Buster Iron Rod...”

  The Hunk's face lit up with an almost adorable smile, delighted at the prospect of having finally found a sexual partner who could match his abilities. He roared at the great metal thing, practically bursting Terri's eardrums below him, and with Tater Totts still impaled by his cock, the great brute swung around, bending his great green ass in a wide stance ideal for such a fearsome penetration.

  The Nut-Buster armor came hurdling across the room toward him, and WHAM! The mighty steel shaft came crushing into his anus, smacking the beast so hard into the wall Terri feared she might be smashed beneath their collective weight. The Hunk roared a ferocious roar, and the powerful Iron Rod proceeded to fuck the creature's lights out, mechanically pummeling away at the massive green prostate of the beast, drilling into him with the agonized overflow of pleasure he had so dearly longed for, and making short work of draining the Hunk's remaining energy as he tore his tight green ass to shreds.

  The thrusting, in turn, caused his Incredible Cock to plow harder and harder up Terri's agonized cooter with its force, and the poor girl was screaming at the top of her lungs, her body sweating, rocking, trembling, her tits bouncing like mad from the crippling penetration, as the Hunk's tortured fingers dug deep into the plaster of the wall, seriously threatening to send the entirety of S.H.A.F.T. headquarters tumbling down upon their heads.

  WHAM!

  The Nut-Buster made a final, definitive strike up the beast's ass, doing the thing it was designed to do, and sending a thick gush of seed streaming forth into his body. The beast roared, his limbs shook, and it was as though an earthquake had struck against the foundation of the building. A full-body orgasm surged through every inch of the Hunk's oversized nerves, sweat pouring down in buckets from his skin, and causing him to let out a roar so loud and continuous that it temporarily deafened everyone in the room.

  A hot, searing, globular load like Terri had never experienced came streaming into her body, so powerful that it would have shot her off of his erection and across the room had they not been pressed against a wall. Instead it simply drenched her, spilling out of her body in torrents and draining down onto the floor, and shooting her directly past the state of buildup into an immediate explosion of orgasm, her mind an instant blank, every nerve of her smothered body convulsing with climax, the pleasure so great that it knocked her out right then and there on the spot.

  With a great force of suction the Nut-Buster extricated himself, and like the victim of a sword attack following the removal of the swordsman's blade from his stomach, the Insatiable Hunk fell flat on his back with the most tremendous of crashes, at last pushed beyond his unfathomable limits, and unconscious as a boulder on the debris littered floor.

  The room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

  With that, the first ever assembly of the S.H.A.F.T.'s greatest Offenders was complete, and every last one of them fell asleep for a very, very, very long time.

  To Be Continued…

  The Offenders – Complete Short Story Series

  XXXperimental Lessons: A Stranger’s Return

  Chapter One

  “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty...”

  Lucy moaned. Slowly, she raised herself up off of the cold metal floor, her naked body chilled and shivering, still moist with sweat from the previous evening's erotic escapades.

  “Oh God... Where am I?”

  “You're abooooooout... A million miles away from home right now,” said one of the two men who'd banged her into unconsciousness, and she remembered now exactly where she was.

  “Oooh, that's right... I'm on the spaceship thingy...”

  Lucy had been informed only hours before that she'd been chosen as the soon-to-be last living ambassador of the human race by a pair of sexy green space aliens, who'd abducted her after a wild drunken night at the office. They'd kindly informed her that her planet had been slated for demolition by an opposing race of extraterrestrials, the Femfatals, and that Lucy would be forced to undergo a series of grueling erotic experiments in order to test her sexual viability.

  It was a big sacrifice to make for the home team, but someone had to do it.

  And Lucy really, really, really liked doing it.

  However, she had expected a little bit more of a break in between poundings. She could only make it through so many alien orgies, a record twelve cocks plugging up her body all at the same time, without getting a little bit of rest and reprieve between shifts.

  But, she decided, if this was what was needed to ensure the survival of humanity, she supposed taking a few extra hard-ons here and there was probably her civic duty or something.

  She stood dazedly to her feet, her tits swinging lazily from her chest as she rose.

  “I, uh... Yeah, yeah of course... Just... God, I have such a headache... Do you care if I... Get ready and everything, first?”

  “Actually,” said one of the two- Yrag, she decided, as Trebor stood smiling with his arms folded behind his back. “That is exactly what we had in mind... With some stipulations...”

  “Oh?” asked Lucy, her grogginess vanishing rather suddenly, and she was sure the two of them loved seeing her go wet between the legs as they spoke.

  “You see,” continued Trebor, “Part of mankind's problem sexually is that you just don't do it enough. In order to ensure the propagation of our own species, we advanced life forms have taken to copulating at all hours of the day, during our daily routines, for instance, instead of just at night in bed like you prudish humans are wont to do.”

  “For instance,” added Yrag, “Trebor and I give one another blowjobs all throughout the day just to keep our genetic material flowing properly. He might have his hands on the steering wheel of the ship, for example, and I'll have my lips pressed around his long
hard cock down below. Or we might jack one another off while we're making repairs. Stuff like that...”

  “Ah... I see...” said Lucy, and she waited intently to hear what her sentence would be.

  “So,” resumed Trebor, “What we want is for you to go about your day as usual, and along the way you'll be encountering a gamut of sexual obstacles that should successfully test your abilities when it comes to multitasking.”

  “We want to see just how much of a load you can handle,” concluded Yrag.

  “That sounds... Wonderful,” said Lucy, a bit flustered, but excited to see what they had in store for her.

  “So... Why don't you go ahead and get cleaned up... Take a shower, and uh... See what's waiting for you there....”

  Lucy gulped. She would have to mentally prepare herself for whatever tortures they had in mind for her body, and fast, if she was going to make it through this first day in one piece.

  “Here's a towel,” said Yrag, handing her the dinkiest of articles that would scarcely fit around her waist, and the two aliens left her to her own devices, naked and vulnerable and uncertain, not to mention instantaneously horny.

  She set off in the direction of the bathroom.

  _____

  Initially, at least, there wasn't a lot to get worked up about. She crept nervously into the bathroom, and off the bat was surprised at how anthropocentric the facilities were. This didn't look like she imagined any high tech outer space commode, it just seemed like a normal, average, human bathroom. There were candles lit all throughout the room, which did set the mood for romance, but the crux of the matter was that there was no one in here waiting for her other than herself. Not another single living soul of any species, nor any sort of high tech devices that looked as though they'd been left there for her consumption. She even looked inside all the cabinets for the distant hope that someone might be hiding out in there, but no- Nothing!