Pixie Isobella

The Princess is a high-end luxury cruise ship – stocked with a cargo of submissive, subservient sex-slaves, to be used and abused by rich men from around the world. When Tatiana takes an administrative job on the ship, she is at first curious about its enslaved concubines – but soon she realises she wants to become one. What follows is a descent into degradation and depravity at the hands of the handsome “Guest 17”, as Tatiana gets everything she ever wanted – and more than a few things she didn’t. Will Tatiana learn to accept and love her new role as the fucktoy of her cruel male master? Or will her sexual awakening be her downfall?

Tatiana’s Awakening now available on All These Roadworks.

Tatiana’s Awakening contains 112 pages of steamy erotica.

Free excerpt: Chapter 1

I had been on the Princess for less than a month when I decided I wanted to be a sex doll.

The Princess is a luxury yacht that steams around the world’s oceans, full of well-trained, subservient concubines. If you’re a friend of the Big Boss, the man who owns all of us, or if you’re just filthy rich and well connected, sooner or later you’ll get an invite to the Princess.

If you’re a straight man who likes to fuck, you should accept this weekend away. You’ll get whichever woman you want available to do whatever you want, and all your food and drink for free.

I’m not a concubine — sex doll, fucktoy or just ‘come here slut’ — but I decided I wanted to be one.

The sex dolls have more fun, you see, and they are the centre of attention. Not like us admin schmucks. My job? I meet the guests at the helipad and I see them to their rooms. I’m the keep-everything-running-while-carrying-a-tablet girl. Behind the scenes, us admin clerks make sure the guests’ stay on the yacht is perfect.

Do you have a food preference or a special cocktail that floats your boat? The ingredients will be in the bar, waiting for you. Do you prefer blondes or redheads, or clever girls, or girls with long legs, or girls with big nipples? Do you prefer natural boobs or enhanced? Do you like to be called ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ or some other similarly worshipful title?

Admins like me will work out who you want. She’ll be waiting for you in your cabin or lounge, dressed — or not dressed — in the fetish of your choice.

The dolls don’t mind. The dolls, honestly, just want to fuck. They have all these postures they’ve learned and these ten or so sentences they’ve been taught to say — please fuck me, Sir; I’m here for your pleasure, Master; yes please, Master — and they are so unutterably compliant all the time. The men can use them where and how they please, and the dolls love it.

I’ve seen a guest walk up behind a doll on the stairs, grab her by the boobs, push her forward over the handrail and start pumping himself into her while she was crushed between him and the railing, her upper body hanging in empty space. He held onto her hips tightly with his hands and hammered into her — brutal, carnal, wanton pleasure.

When he was done, he led her away bent double by the hair. He decided he liked her, and so he kept her in his room for much of the rest of his stay, holding mini-parties and sharing her with his friends. I saw her kneeling on the floor while three men came all over her face. She just smiled at them beatifically like they were doing her a huge favour.

No-one notices my job. I wait in the background, and I note which guest is using which concubine, and how he likes it, and I make sure he gets more of the same, or something different if he’s looking bored. I work very hard to make sure he has a perfect stay. I stay in the background and I wear a deliberately boring uniform, and none of the guests even knows that I exist.

I thought I was pretty sophisticated before I came here. But now, I can’t get the images out of my mind.

On my first day, I hadn’t been on the yacht for half an hour before I saw some guest plunging his shaft into a doll’s cunt, in the middle of the public lounge. He was holding her hips with his strong fingers, and just wantonly fucking himself into her, pulling right out before slamming back in again. She was a slender little thing and I thought he’d break her in half.

He didn’t see me there in my stupid white uniform — why would he? — and I didn’t even understand why I wanted to be her.

Now I see sex every day. It’s in every lounge. Girls sitting astride men and grinding against the cocks buried deep inside them, using their breasts against the man’s face. Girls with their legs spread in good old missionary position, their backs arched for maximum submission, while a man rides her. Girls on their knees with one guys’ dick in her mouth and another man behind her thrusting into her vagina or butt…

I can’t get the image of the cocks sliding into and out of the women’s bodies out of my head. I can’t take my eyes off the sight of the men’s strong backs driving themselves into a girl or the sight of a girl writhing her body against him… Oh, and the sounds they make. It’s making me go out of my mind.

I’ve worked here long enough now that I have my favourites among the guests, and I fantasise about them all the time, while I’m working or in the evening in my room. Of course, it doesn’t help that we’re not allowed to have sex. The rules are pretty strict here, in fact.

I mean, the guests get to do what they want. The only rules here for the guests are ‘you can hurt the girls but don’t do permanent damage’ — there’s another yacht for that — and ‘don’t edge in on another man’s territory’. Oh, you can walk up to a concubine a man is fucking and start using her as well, but you need to make eye contact with him — not her — and get his agreement before you do.

The guests get what they want. No-one cares what the dolls want but they get lots of sex and I don’t see them complaining.

Admin staff are out of bounds. No guest is going to look at us anyway, not with the seductive, lingerie-clad concubines freely available. We’re not allowed to have sex with the guests or even with each other. They search our bags on the way in to make sure we don’t bring sex toys in. Of course, you can use your fingers late at night in your cabin — and trust me, we do — but it gets pretty frustrating after a while.

When I came back from my annual leave last time, I smuggled a tiny vibrator in. I carried it inside my vagina for the whole long-haul trip — they don’t strip search us, thank goodness — but it’s proved more of a curse than a blessing. When I’m brave enough to use it — which I don’t nearly often enough because I’m scared a guard will hear and report me — it still isn’t enough.

I want the cocks, you see. I want the hard shafts plunging into me. I want the rough hands on my hips while a man sates himself inside me, talking to a business colleague about stocks and shares above me. Maybe he’s even forgotten what I look like by now, but it doesn’t matter because my cunt is warm and wet and fuckable, and he’s going to use me to get himself off, and if he doesn’t want me again, there will always be another guest who does.

It’s another eight months until I can go on leave again. I lie awake at night, unable to sleep because I want to fuck so bloody much.

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Chapter 2 of Tatiana’s Awakening is here.

Tatiana’s Awakening is for sale at All These Roadworks.