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Lying where I was, I could see right into the doll’s pussy and 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…

To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 of Tatiana’s Awakening is here.

Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 4

Guest 17 checked his emails and messages on his phone first. Of course, he did. This place is like the ultimate privileged white man’s dream. The guests do what they want and they don’t have to negotiate anything. I’m OK with it, because they pay my wages and this job application got me away from my hometown and out of the crap dead-end job I was in before this.

This is what they tell us in induction:

Your job is to make sure the guests have the perfect stay. If a guest needs something or makes a request, make sure he gets it.

You’re going to see them doing things to the concubines that challenge you or that you might think are immoral. If it helps, we encourage you to remember that we call the concubines ‘dolls’ or ‘toys’ for a reason. They are not people.

They’ve been trained and conditioned for one purpose: to give the male guests sexual pleasure. Regular use by the guests gives each doll purpose and meaning.

So, I was lying there, chained, to my ‘bed’ waiting for Guest 17 to notice me, when he called up a mate on his phone.

‘Hey, mate, you up? Yeah — that girl you wanted. She’s here on the floor with about half a dozen men’s junk dribbling out of her. Maybe more. You want to come over and get her, or I can send her down? Sure, I’ll see you soon then.’

The doll didn’t move — though she must have heard him — and I found myself talking back at him again, despite the chains, despite my compromised position. My voice sounded rusty after so many hours without speaking.

‘She needs a break, you know,’ I snapped at him. ‘You’ve used her for the last 12 hours, why don’t you send her back to her room and let her sleep?’

After I said it, I clamped my mouth tightly shut. I could not believe what I had just said. This was throwing the manual out the window and setting it on fire at the same time. But I was mad at him, and not thinking clearly.

I needed to pee for one thing — being chained to a bed for hours is no erotic joke, I can tell you — and, honestly, still more angry on my own behalf than the doll’s. Like, being fucked was her job, but being humiliated and chained to a bed was sure as hell not mine.

He just looked at me, and put his phone away. ‘Good morning, Tatiana,’ he greeted me, in that calm, almost urbane deep voice of his. ‘How did you sleep?’

I felt so stupidly humiliated by the question. I blushed red, tears spurting behind my eyes. I pulled involuntarily at the chains but he ignored my sudden movement.

‘Anyway,’ he chuckled. ‘My colleague saw her yesterday in the lounge when she was fresh. He said she was hot but he wanted her after I’d messed her up a bit. He likes other men’s leavings. It turns him on.’

His friend must have really wanted the doll because he turned up pretty fast. I recognised him, it was Guest 798, I thought, a relatively unimportant visitor. Though all the guests are important, of course. The two men did an inane boys’ club handshake thing, with back slapping and congratulations, then Guest 798 walked over to look down at the doll on the floor. She still hadn’t moved, and I’ll give it to her, she was damn well trained.

The man just knelt down and looked at her — ignoring me, of course, even though I was right next to him — then he laughed.

‘You blokes messed her up real good,’ he chuckled, then he grabbed her knee and pulled her legs fully open, so that she rolled unresisting onto her back. He ran an arrogant finger through the cum on her skin, and then pushed his finger straight inside her without so much as a ‘by your leave’.

‘Look at you. What a slut. Letting all those men use you. And I bet you just lay there and let them drive their prongs into you, didn’t you? Because you’ll take any man who pushes your legs open, won’t you?’

‘Yes, Master,’ the doll answered, her voice sweet and docile.

‘Slut,’ he said, dismissively and stood up. ‘You mind if I fuck her here, mate? Then I’ll take her down to mine.’

‘Go for it,’ grinned Guest 17, and he settled himself back onto his lounge. ‘I’ll enjoy watching her get some more.’

The man snarled at the doll to get on her knees and make him hard. He slapped her face a couple of times while she was sucking him off — the guests do this all the time — then when his member was a rigid pole perpendicular to his body, he grabbed her by the throat and hair and dragged her up onto the bed. He pushed her onto her back and slapped her legs open, fingering himself while he knelt between her legs.

‘I can see right inside your stupid hole, slut,’ he gloated. ‘You’re going to give me a good time, aren’t you? I like fucking stupid sluts like you covered in other men’s cum.’

‘Yes, Master,’ she murmured again, her sweet, husky voice getting stronger again as she arched her back seductively.

‘Tell me you want me to fuck you,’ he ordered her brusquely, slapping her again, vindictively, on the inner thigh.

‘Please fuck me, Master,’ she crooned, pumping her hips invitingly, one hand playing erotically with one of her breasts.

‘Tell me you want a good, hard fuck in this dirty hole of yours, because you didn’t get enough last night.’

‘Please fuck me hard,’ she crooned. ‘Please, Master?’

‘Oh, I will, you stupid hole’ he grunted lowering himself between her legs. From where I was, I could see his hard dick sliding backwards and forwards across her slick pussy, and I ached with need. Ah fuck. This guy was a loser and I still wanted to lie beneath him, legs spread, hips pumping seductively, waiting for him to penetrate me.

‘I’ll fuck you hard. I’ll hurt you,’ he promised viciously. ‘Girls like you need to learn a lesson about not letting just any man bang you. You’ll know better by the time I’ve finished with you.’

Then he drove himself into her, hard, all the way in, punishingly, and she screamed — though she’s a doll and it’s always difficult to know how much is real and how much good training — and he started to hammer himself into her and I didn’t know what to watch: her body arching in response to his assault, or the strong muscles on his back driving him into her, or that sweet, sweet spot between their legs where his hard dick was jabbing again and again into her soft insides.

Chapter 5 of ‘Tatiana’s Awakening’ is here.

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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