Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel

When Isobel agrees to a gangbang with Andy and his biker friends, she knows they will use her as their blow-up sex doll. But she soon learns that Eddie has been invited to the party – a man who both terrifies her, and fills her with primal lust. He doesn’t just want to fuck her, he wants to own her, body and soul.

This is Chapter 1. The finished novel is available on All These Roadworks and Smashwords.

Pleasure Doll: Chapter 1

Isobel waited in trepidation as Andy walked to the door. She didn’t know the men he was letting in, but they were going to fuck her. Andy had said, ‘You’re going to be a blow-up doll, darling. You’re going to take their hard cocks and their greedy fingers and their dirty minds wherever they want them to go. Just like a real doll has to.’

Recalling his words, Isobel clenched her lips together tightly, then exhaled. She wanted this. Yes. She was sure she wouldn’t enjoy all of the coming evening, but she really wanted this.

She had spent one orgy evening already with Andy and his live-in girlfriend Rose. Andy had a high sex drive and liked a willing body to exercise it on. Rose enjoyed torturing women while Andy was fucking them. It was a good combination.

Rose and Andy were serial players. They didn’t want a unicorn relationship and people were rarely, if ever, invited back for a second date. But tonight, they had invited her back for an unusual follow-up session, this time with three of Andy and Rose’s motorbiking friends. As Andy had put it in his message to her: ‘so we can share your glorious tits and fuckable cunt with the team’.

Sitting on Andy and Rose’s lounge, Isobel was excited and nervous at the same time. Her panties had been wet constantly since last night. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this evening. She tried to keep her eyes away from the large soft rug and scattered cushions in the centre of the room, strategically placed in the centre of the tie-points Andy had installed in the floor. That was where they were going to fuck her.

Last time, Andy had used her on the big bed in the other room, but apparently her status had dropped. She didn’t even want to think about how much that turned her on.

Andy let the men into the large room, offering drinks, and they stood around talking noisily with the gusto of good friends who haven’t seen each other for a few weeks. Andy didn’t introduce her, treating her as though she wasn’t there, but she could feel them looking her over, checking her out. She vaguely knew them from lunches and barbeques but she wasn’t close to any of them. She was, in fact, rather vague even about their names.

One was young, late 20s, with the figure of a tradie who worked out.

One was Andy’s age and she thought they had been buddies for a long time. He and Andy both had the same mid-40s not-quite-clean shaven stubble and bad boy look. She knew his online name but not his real name. It was Pylon, she thought, with some perplexing combination of underscores to make it unique.

The last man was older – in his mid-50s she supposed – with the rugged look and confident voice of a man who has done many jobs and can make himself respected in any company.

Isobel shivered, wondering when they would begin. Wondering what it would be like, wondering what, in fact, they would do to her. Her clothes suddenly felt too thin, the only thing between her and the penetration and rough handling that she was sure was on all the men’s minds. The space in between her legs felt hot and burning, on display even while she was fully dressed and her legs folded together.

As soon as they want to – on their timetable, not yours – they will pull your legs apart and plunge themselves into you. They don’t even want to know your name. They’re not going to use it. That isn’t what this is about.

Everyone in the room had had an STI check and she had agreed they didn’t need to use condoms. Andy had said, ‘they want to feel themselves bare inside you. They want to take photos of their seed leaking out of you, knowing that their cum will be inside you for days afterwards.’

Isobel swallowed, her lips feeling stiff and dry. Andy’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

‘Did you bring the hood?’ he asked the older man.

Isobel flashed hot in embarrassment. Last time, with just Rose and Andy, the two of them had first pulled a sheet over her face so she couldn’t see, then later, they had tied a pillowcase over her head, a slit carefully cut in it so that Andy could still fuck her mouth.

She knew what the hood was about. It turned her from a human being with a face, needs and desires of her own, to a collection of holes, curves and breasts, a pleasure toy. Andy had fucked her like that for hours, moving her physically into different positions, while Rose had tortured her mercilessly, and neither of them had once asked what she would like…

The older man dropped the leather hood onto the coffee table – a limp, vaguely head-shaped collection of straps and zippers. Isobel flushed again, feeling the embarrassment run once again deep through her to land in that sweet place between her legs. They were going to use that thing to take her humanhood away. To transform her from a human into a body without a voice, her sole purpose providing pleasure to these four men.

Isobel blushed again, knowing that her pussy was dripping with anticipation. She felt almost hunted as the four men, alerted by the dropping of the hood onto the table, turned to look at her directly, over the drinks in their hands.

‘Why is she still sitting on the couch?’ Pylon asked, in an ironic joking tone.

‘Why is she still dressed?’ joked the younger man in the same tone, his eyes boring into her.

The older man spoke across them at Andy. ‘What do we call her, Andy?’

Andy shrugged. ‘Whatever you want. I call her ‘fuckhole’. Or ‘fucktoy’.’ He shrugged again. ‘Whatever.’

They all laughed, and she felt the temperature in the air rising as Andy’s words established her lack of status and sent all of their minds hurtling down the laneway of what they all planned to do to her tonight.

The older man snapped his fingers at her. ‘Come here then, fuckhole.’

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