‘I told you to sit on this chair until I returned, and you disobeyed me. You’re not going to disobey me again, are you, Tatiana?’ I was so angry I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to cry in front of him, so I was silent instead. He spoke again, in that calm, clear, rational voice. ‘Say, “I will do what you tell me to do, Sir”.’
To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 of Tatiana’s Awakening is here.
Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 3
I hated myself for it, but I got him the drink and then he told me to sit back on the chair.
I had to sit there for the whole rest of the evening while a couple of dolls were brought in by some other guests. The men all fucked them there right in front of me, sharing the dolls between them, using them again and again and again, ignoring me completely.
You see, the thing about this ship, and the Big Boss’ rules, is that people don’t mess with the admin staff. You’d think the guests would harass us but they don’t. No-one touches admin, and you don’t bully admin either. Admin are like the boring, sexless robots that make your stay more comfortable. Some of the guests are pretty horrid people but even they don’t mess with the admin.
Guest 17 snapped his fingers at me every so often, which I learned meant to bring him a drink. He didn’t make me serve anyone else. Whenever I delivered a drink to him, he would always immediately point with his head or his hand back to the chair. So like a brainless, trained monkey, I would go and sit down and wait until he wanted me again. And all the while, this fiery anger was burning inside me.
This was not my job. This was demeaning make-work, designed to punish me.
I watched for hours while the men took erection drugs and the girls lay back and took cock after cock inside them. I hadn’t been in one of the rooms after hours before, and it was wild.
They double-timed and triple-timed the girls. I saw one girl with two cocks inside her vagina at the same time, her eyes wide-eyed from the sensation, her body and face slippery with all the cum the men had sprayed over her, breathing heavily while the men cheered and jeered and laughed and shouted at her to stretch her ‘baby hole’.
I sat there getting wetter and wetter inside my panties and no-one even noticed me.
I thought Guest 17 would let me go at the end of the orgy but he didn’t. He was lying in bed, his body curled up against the doll he’d decided to keep for the night, and I stood up to leave, thinking he wouldn’t notice.
He saw me and shook his head — which I didn’t know what meant because I certainly wasn’t going to sit on the bloody chair all night — but then he got up and put trousers and a robe on and made me follow him to the side of the chamber. I looked at him with complete disbelief when he pulled a camp bed out of the wall. He looked straight back at me and, feeling frustrated and humiliated, I lay down on the camp bed.
I didn’t even realise he was going to chain me to the bed until after I lay down. He cuffed my hands together above my head before I could react and then moved down to do the same with my feet while I was still reeling.
‘What the fuck…?’ I snapped at him.
He just chuckled, a soft, smug laugh. ‘I can’t trust you to stay put, can I, Tatiana? Get used to it. They used to chain up servants in the old days. To encourage compliance, I believe. Sleep well. I’ll get you if I need you.’
I thought about screaming the room down.
I wanted to.
I really wanted to.
I couldn’t afford to lose my job though. That’s what I told myself. I didn’t admit — couldn’t admit — that I liked the feeling of the shackles around my wrists and ankles, that I was turned on by being turned into this guest’s personal slave for the day.
The trouble was, I couldn’t work out what turned me on more — being the subject of his undivided attention, or when the asshole chained me up and walked away.
I slept a bit, though I kept waking up to hear him fucking the doll — again — and when I finally woke in the morning it was to the familiar grunts and moans and heavy breathing I was getting very used to in this job. He had the doll out of the bed, bent across against the wall just next to me. Her elbows were on the wall but her feet were off the ground while he ground himself against her, manhandling her viciously with his hands on her hips.
I could see her breasts swinging back and forth in the air. I could see his cock sliding into her over and again, vanishing inside her in that magical way that I couldn’t keep my eyes off.
I think this is when I really started wanting to be a doll. I wanted to be the subject of that ruthless masculine energy. I wanted to be used like that, to feel that stiff rod driving into me while I couldn’t do anything about it.
I lay there and watched him use her and felt myself getting warm and wet again, and I wished my hands were free so I could play with my boobs inside my uniform. He hammered into her for ages — his stamina was amazing — then came inside her with a guttural grunt. He stood still for a few moments, slowly relaxing, then he pulled himself out of her and I was shocked at how much the sight of his still-hard dick streaming cum turned me on.
He just dropped the doll and walked away into the bathroom, telling her to ‘stay, slut’. She slumped onto the floor in a semi-foetus position, legs half-spread. Then she just lay there, waiting completely unmoving, just like a real doll. I heard him using the toilet, then turning on the shower, while she just lay there.
The guests do this all the time. They walk away because they’ve finished. They move on because they’re done, and the doll is just a toy, after all. The dolls — the ‘holes’ as some of the guests call them — are trained to be still and wait compliantly until the next man wants them.
I could see right into her pussy, lying chained here like this. That wasn’t anything new — trust me, even by after only a couple of weeks, I’d already seen plenty of girls’ cunts — but the thick stream of Guest 17’s cum trickling from her turned me on like you wouldn’t believe. I was torn between despising her for how ridiculously compliant she was and wanting to be her. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked all night and have a guest’s cum inside me.
Like I’ve said, Guest 17 is an asshole, and he took his sweet time in the shower, and when he came out — completely naked, so I could see how well hung he is, all over again — he literally stepped right over the doll on the floor and ignored me completely and just went to his wardrobe to dress.
I started to get mad again. I lay there fuming while he selected a shirt and a tie and boxers and high-end casual clothing. The doll was unmoving except for the cum streaming slowly out of her pussy, and it was surreal.
Read on for Chapter 4!
Tatiana’s Awakening is a published novel with 32 chapters (112 pages) of intense BDSM erotica. Available on Smashwords and All These Roadworks.
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