Pixie Isobella

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.

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

Pleasure Doll: Chapter 2

Her hooded face in the cushions, her hands incapacitated in mittens, Isobel waited, almost unable to breathe. Her breath ran quickly, sharply. She knew they were behind her. Watching her. Eyes on her spread legs and arse and cunt, high in the air, wet and available.

She waited to feel greedy hands ripping her clothes aside and a hungry thrusting cock, sliding into her.

But it didn’t happen. She lay still, her legs trembling with the shock and the effort of standing in the high heels, feeling her super short dress skirt riding up to show the tops of her thighs, the suspender straps holding up her stockings and her lacy panties.

Then she heard the clink of glasses and the resumption of conversation, and she felt a ripple of hot relief – it is not yet, not quite yet – then a flush of frustrated anger. She was a toy. She was just a toy. An object. They would use her in their timeframe. They would use her when they chose and leave her exposed as a passive object, a decoration, when they wanted. Why would they use her straight away when they had all night to do what they wanted? 

She hated and was equally turned on by visualizing what they could see. Her head face down in the cushions of the couch, her legs spread obscenely and invitingly wide, her arse and pussy available to fuck under thin layers of fabric.

There were the thumps of bags being moved and low-voiced conversation she could roughly hear. They were examining toys, she realized. Working out what devices they were going to use on her. Inside her. And, blinded, she wouldn’t know even what it was until she felt it and maybe not even then. 

An eager voice. ‘Hey Andy, shall we use this on her?’

She heard Andy’s chuckle and knew instinctively that was a yes. ‘She’s fairly good at taking cock, but sure. We can teach her to do even better.’

Isobel shivered but the conversation continued.

‘I’d like to try these out. I got them for the wife but she told me to can it. Screamed at me to take them off her.’

‘I got this last week…’

‘Hey, check out this plug. I want to fuck her with this inside her.’

‘I want to hear what sound she makes when we put this inside her.’

‘Yeah, let’s see how much her cunt can take.’

‘The slut isn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.’

‘Mate, if she *can* walk tomorrow, it’s because we haven’t done our jobs properly.’

‘I’m still waiting for the day I fuck a girl so hard she forgets her own name.’

And more laughter, and more clinking of glasses. They were ignoring her, like she wasn’t important.

You’re not important, doll.

You’re just the thing we’re going to cum inside.

Isobel blushed fiery hot and wanted to move. She felt like there was a target printed on her exposed arse and cunt. She forced herself to be still, passive, to quiet the voice that wanted to yell out that she had changed her mind and wanted to go home.

She didn’t hear the man come up behind her until she felt herself yanked roughly back upright, teetering in her heels and only not falling because whoever had pulled her up also held her tightly by the grip on the hood.

‘Give me a colour, fucktoy,’ Isobel heard Andy’s cool voice in her ear. After last time, she now forever associated his voice with dim light, a wide expanse of bed she wasn’t allowed off, and a strong pair of hands on her hips, her breasts, the back of her head for leverage.

Last time, his cock had been greedy and hard and he had fucked himself ruthlessly into her cunt, her arse, her mouth over and again, until he came, each time with the same guttural sigh, the same brief pause before starting to fuck her again. Her pussy had ached like a bruise for days afterwards and she had been able to smell and taste his cum for a week.

There were going to be four of them this time.

Oh gods.

‘Green,’ she heard her quiet voice say, quivering slightly but unhesitating.

Why green?

Oh dear god, what were they going to do to her?

He didn’t say anything further to her and then she felt the hands starting to touch her, stroking her, first one hand, then two hands, then more hands than she could count or keep track of, caressing her neck, her collarbones, her tummy and hips, her legs and inner thighs… 

‘Legs apart, toy,’ one of them growled at her and she jerked her legs apart compulsively, feeling exposed and vulnerable with their hands between her legs.

She gasped as fingers stroked her mouth, feeling her lips open instinctively, inviting penetration. Hands slid down from her shoulders to her breasts, stroking, massaging, grabbing the soft flesh, then finding her nipples and squeezing and tugging.

‘The toy has great tits,’ she heard Pylon’s voice as fingers simultaneously tightened on both her nipples through her dress, sadistically and pulled hard. ‘I’ve wanted to play with them for ages. Did you fuck them last time, Andy?’

‘I fucked everything last time,’ Andy said simply. ‘She’s a good hole. Doesn’t ever say no or tell you to stop. She just lets you do what you want.’

Isobel moaned in anticipation and pleasure, even while his words sparked a tremor of anxiety in her. She would let them do what they wanted. She knew she would. His words had landed firmly on her need to please and – almost more compelling – had set a challenge to her.

Live up to what Andy has promised.

Don’t let them go away disappointed.

Was she even going to survive this?

There was the sound of a zipper and a rush of cold air across her torso as someone – probably Pylon – pulled down the zipper on the front of her tight dress. She felt it go all the way to below her crotch, then the dress fell away, hanging only by the lacy straps over her shoulders. She realised that her entire body barely clad in built-for-fucking lingerie was now on display and she blushed red hot again.

Andy had sent her the link to the lingerie in a catalogue and told her to order it to wear for tonight. A tight peekaboo bra that her full breasts pushed against obscenely, lusciously. Crotchless panties built to emphasize the curve of her hips while allowing full access to her pussy and anus. A strappy suspender belt contraption and silken fishnet stockings that only rose to her mid-thighs.

Isobel jumped in shock at the noise that erupted from the men, as her dress was pushed unceremoniously off her shoulders and flung away. Cheering, whistling and clapping broke out around her and she trembled, unable to see who was making which noise. 

‘Booyah! Look at that,’ she heard one man say.

‘Fucken oath,’ another agreed.

The whistles and cheers made her blush even more than the words, the sounds a blatant masculine objectification of her body.

A hand pulled her head backwards firmly, forcing her to push her chest and hips forwards to compensate, arching her back, her legs spread obscenely. 

‘That’s right, toy’ she heard Eddie’s voice in her ear. ‘Give the lads a good look.’

Read Chapter 3 here.

Pleasure Doll contains 33 chapters (106 pages) of intense BDSM erotica. Please support me as an author by buying my published books:

• Tatiana’s Awakening
• Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel
• Capturing Clare: A Tale of Christmas Erotica.

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