Pixie Isobella

Guest 798 thrust his cock into the doll, hard, all the way in, punishingly. 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.

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

Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 5

Guest 17 saw me watching, because of course he did. He was aroused himself – I could see his giant cock filling out his loose slacks – but I hated that he knew I was aroused at watching Guest 798 fuck the girl on the bed.

He held my eyes for an excruciatingly long moment, then he turned back to watching his friend fuck the doll. The man came inside her eventually, grunting continuously about how she was a ‘stupid slut, you’ll take any cock, you just want to be fucked again, don’t you?’

This is actually true, by the way. The supervisors feed the dolls a drug – either as pills or an injection – that increases their arousal. They’re always wet and unbelievably horny. Sometimes it makes their breasts bigger too, and occasionally it even makes them produce milk. The dolls literally want to fuck all the time, and it’s hard for them to think about anything else.

This was another reason I wanted to be a doll. I wanted that drug so badly, you have no idea.

Guest 798 collapsed on top of the doll and lay there breathing heavily for a long time, then he pulled himself up onto his knees and tidied his clothing. ‘Thanks mate,’ he grinned at Guest 17. He slapped the doll’s inner thigh. ‘Get up, hole. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you in my quarters today.’ He took hold of her viciously by her breast – she had rather cute, small boobs, perfectly sized for a man’s hand to grab – and pulled her off the bed and led her walking awkwardly from the room.

‘Enjoy watching, Tatiana?’ smirked Guest 17. He stood up and walked across the room to stand over me. His erection was still firm and very visible inside his trousers and I felt as though his arousal hung in the air over me.

I glared up at him. I wanted to yell at him to set me free but even I wasn’t that suicidal, and asking him politely was completely beyond me at the moment.

‘I bet you’d enjoy watching what’s going to happen in his room.’ I was silent, trying desperately to give nothing away with my face. He sat back on the bed, relaxed, ‘manspreading’ his trousered legs so his erect groin was right in my line of view. I knew he was getting off from talking to me like this, his cock erect above me, while he looked down at my chained body on the bed below him.

‘He’ll tell her that good girls keep their legs shut, and that no slut ever gets fucked who doesn’t want it. And then he’ll order her to keep her legs shut, and that she deserves all she gets if he gets them open. She’s a doll so she’ll obey, of course,’ he smiled, ‘and then he’ll force her down onto the bed and he’ll use his strength to get her legs open. And then he’ll fuck the hell out of her on the floor or against the wall or with her head down the toilet, punishing her by showing her what happens to sluts who spread their legs…’

I wanted to cringe, even as I felt my eyes growing wider and wider, and my pussy getting embarrassingly wetter between my legs. I swear, I didn’t want that to happen to me. I really didn’t, because that bloke was a jerk.

But also, I kind of did want it, because I was realising that I was intensely, devastatingly turned on by the thought of masculine strength being used against me and by the thought of being used as a sex toy, fucked anywhere, anyhow by hard cocks and men who took what they wanted.

Guest 17 leant forward, his elbows on his knees, still talking. ‘And then, later on, when he’s done with her, he’ll get some guys to come in, some nice drunk men from the bar, and they’ll fuck her in the shower, one after the other, each of them calling her names and doing his best to hurt her. Then, don’t worry, she can have a rest, because she’s going to be such a mess by then that no-one is going to want her again until she’s cleaned up.’

I couldn’t stop myself. ‘You’re an asshole. You’re all assholes.’

Guest 17 just laughed. ‘Sure. But I’m an asshole who gets to do what I want, and you’re my little serving girl who’s going to obey me, aren’t you, Tatiana? Or how do you feel about being chained to that bed all day?’

I flinched and looked up at him in fear. He wouldn’t, surely? Surely he wouldn’t but I also wasn’t actually sure.

‘But you’re of more use to me on your feet.’ He knelt down and inserted a key into the cuffs chaining me and released my hands and feet. ‘Go and get me a breakfast tray.’

I’m a dumb admin who didn’t want to lose her job, so I went and got him breakfast, even though I was starving myself, and sore from lying in the one place on that bed all night and half the morning.

I’m a bloody good admin so I even – and I hate myself for admitting this – brought him his favourite food from the breakfast buffet and coffee just how he liked it. It was partly pride. Serving him was not my job but knowing what he liked for breakfast (and how many fucks before breakfast, with which dolls, in which positions) was my job, and I still stupidly wanted to show him how good I was when I was actually allowed to do my job.

Guest 17 sat and ate his breakfast at the small ornate breakfast table, while I stood beside him. The asshole ordered me to stand beside the table while he ate, so I did, feeling humiliated and stupid again. At least I’d been able to duck into the bathroom on the way to the breakfast room.

After he’d finished eating, he ordered me to clean his room and I wanted to shout at him that I – unlike him – hadn’t had breakfast yet but if I learned one thing by then, it was that he was a sadistic bastard who enjoyed making me do what I didn’t want to do.

He ordered a doll on the system, and she turned up within 5 minutes. It was Milk Cow, and she’s pretty cool. She’s one of the more buxom dolls, with these big generous hips and thighs, and gorgeous huge breasts that – as her name suggests – lactate freely. He told her to get on her knees and give him a blowjob, which she did with her usual rich, compliant grace.

So I trundled around his room, stripping the bed, sorting the clothing into piles – the dolls’ lingerie from last night, Guest 17’s clothing, the other guests’ accoutrements they’d left behind – and remade the bed, then sterilised all the surfaces to give the illusion of purity and cleanliness.

Milk Cow was naked by this time, sitting astride him on the lounge, grinding herself against his dick impaled right up inside her, her luscious body writhing against his body, while he bent his head, his hands crushing her breasts together, both her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard at her milk.

Yeah, we don’t have many dolls who lactate but the men love to drink from them. I’ve seen Milk Cow – who is about as soft and submissive as a concubine gets – held on her knees on a bed, one man sucking hard at each nipple, two lines of men waiting to be next, while a third man stands nearby with a timer.

When the timer goes, the next two men in line get their turn. Of course, her milk runs out sooner or later, and then the guests will slap her breasts until more milk comes. She’s pretty popular and I don’t know if she ever gets sick of being used like a dairy cow, but she certainly never shows it if she does.

When I’d finished doing up the bed, I expected Guest 17 to tell me I’d done a bad job and to do it all over again, but apparently he wanted to fuck Milk Cow more than he wanted to tell me off, because he just told me to sit on the damn chair again, then he picked her up bodily and dumped her on the beautiful tidy bed I had just made, and started fucking her.

I understand now why the staff from hospitality – whose job it actually is to clean the rooms – look so harassed all the time.

I still hadn’t had breakfast, by the way.

Chapter 6 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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