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.

This is Chapters 4, 5 and 6 (I fell behind on publishing them). The finished novel is available on All These Roadworks and Smashwords.

Pleasure Doll: Chapter 4

Isobel gasped, her back arched, her hips pushed forward, her legs wide apart. Eddie’s firm hand held her head back by the straps on the hood. ‘Give the lads a good look, fuckhole.’

She moaned, blushing hot inside the hood. She didn’t like how vulnerable and exposed her breasts felt in the slutty peekaboo bra, or how every man in the room could now see her whole body, dressed only in ‘fuck me’ lingerie.

Something cool and wet landed on the base of her throat and she half-screamed, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle away, not knowing what it was. Then she guessed it was one of the men’s drinks as she felt it running quickly down between her breasts. She jumped and squealed as greedy lips and tongue licked and sucked at her skin, seeking the droplets of liquid.

More laughter, and another splash of cold liquid, this time on her left breast, followed immediately by another mouth licking her breast greedily and taking her nipple straight into his mouth, sucking strongly, almost painfully.

Eddie’s voice continued dispassionately into her ear. ‘Who knew this is what you were hiding under all those clothes?’ He paused as another splash of liquid landed on her right nipple and two mouths fought over her breast, her nipple finally landing in one man’s mouth, where he started sucking savagely.

But she couldn’t pay attention to what they were doing with her, because Eddie was talking into her ear again.

‘The guys are going to enjoy plunging their shafts into you. Again and again. And again. And again.’ His words were slow and steady, a deliberate promise that sounded predatory in her ears. ‘And again. You’ll be lucky if they stop before daybreak, little whore. Andy has promised us that you’re not going to say no. Like a good little hole.’ His final words were amused, almost condescending, putting her into her place.

Lie back fuckhole and spread your legs so the guys can have their fun.

Present your arse, fuckhole, and take cock like a good little girl.

Choke on my cum, fuckhole, while I squeeze your breasts viciously because you can’t scream with my cock deep down your throat.

Relax, fuckhole, and be a good doll, while we hammer ourselves into you.

Isobel shivered, suddenly scared, but not wanting the evening to stop. Between her legs, her cunt throbbed with need, turned on even more by the men’s cavalier treatment of her breasts and by Eddie’s words.

‘Okay, lads,’ it was Andy’s voice. ‘Pick something off the table and use it on her. I don’t care what.’

Isobel waited, hardly breathing, through their renewed masculine laughter. She wished she could stand up straight again but Eddie’s firm grip on the hood, pulling her head back, prevented that. Surreptitiously, she tried to inch her legs closer together, feeling desperately embarrassed and exposed with them so far apart.

The retribution was short and swift. A kick to her foot, forcing her legs further apart than they had been before, and a vicious slap to her inner thigh that made her yelp in pain.

‘No, you don’t, slut.’ It was Pylon’s voice. ‘Keep that lovely cunt right where I can see inside it.’

Isobel sobbed suddenly with the shock and intensity, feeling almost overwhelmed. It was too much. Too much. She needed to stop. She needed to ask them to slow down… She needed a break.

She wasn’t going to get a break.

Her mind flashed back to Andy’s messages to her: ‘You won’t get a break. With four guys, someone is always going to be ready to stick his dick into you or fondle your breasts. Just try not to fall asleep, ok, darling? Because they’re just going to keep fucking you if you do.’

It was Andy’s voice that brought her back from her dazed thoughts.

‘See those dildos I’ve got out over there, chaps? Those are for later. Each time she disobeys, we’ll take note. And for each time, she’s going to have to take one of those inside her.’

One of the men whistled. ‘I hope she disobeys a lot.’

Isobel felt herself wanting to hyperventilate. She couldn’t see the dildos but she had seen some of the toys in Andy and Rose’s collection. Toys that Andy had told her last time that he and Rose used to punish misbehaviour.

Large fake cocks with demon heads and thick, lumpy shafts.

Wicked looking dildos with snarling wolf’s heads and ridges down a long spine.

A writhing snake dildo, blunt snout and vibrating forked tongue designed to penetrate a cunt at the same time as the tapering, rattlesnake tail slid into an anus.

An overlarge ridged, bullet-shaped dildo that just kept getting wider and wider and wider. Isobel had fantasised about that one a lot. It was designed for sitting a girl on, so that her cunt entrance would keep stretching wider and wider as her weight pushed her down.

A thick candle dildo that could be strapped deep into a victim’s cunt and set alight after insertion so that hot wax ran straight down the sides and onto the victim’s unprotected pussy and clitoris…

A metal toy that looked like a man’s fist complete with knuckledusters and chainmail gauntlet…

No. No, please.

What had she even been thinking, agreeing to this?

Isobel moaned and tried, unsuccessfully, to jerk away from the tight grip on her head. Andy chuckled at her reaction.

‘The toy knows what I’m talking about. Later in the evening, when we want another round of drinks, we’ll restrain her on the floor, legs spread and watch Rose having fun impaling her. If Rose wants to get an item inside a cunt, trust me, she always gets it in there somehow.’

Pleasure Doll: Chapter 5

‘Later in the evening, we’ll restrain the fuckhole on the floor, and watch Rose impaling her cunt. If Rose wants to get an item inside a cunt, trust me, she always gets it in there somehow. You all get to decide when the whore has been punished enough for any disobedience.’

Isobel moaned involuntarily. Rose was a true sadist, enjoying torturing women sexually as much as Andy simply enjoyed fucking. Last time… Oh god, last time.

Rose and Andy had strapped a large vibrating plug into her anus and filled her vagina with an over large vibrating egg at least three times the size of any Isobel had seen before. Then Rose had chained her down on her back across the bed, using so many tie points that she was completely immobilized. Rose had used clothes pegs spread Isobel’s labia wide open, exposing the soft, sensitive flesh within.

While Andy had taken a break, enjoying a late-night brandy and scrolling distractedly through the porn channels, Rose had used a vibrating wand on Isobel’s pussy and clit over and over again, while Isobel buckled and screamed and screamed again as the strong buzzing of the wand pushed her again and again towards an edge she couldn’t reach.

Each time when Isobel had thought she couldn’t take anymore, each time she had thought she would die if the sensations didn’t stop, Rose had kept going, fully enjoying Isobel’s high-pitched screams, the sight of her arms and legs desperately pulling against the ungiving chains to try to bring her legs together.

Isobel had begged Rose to stop – no, no, please, no, not again, please, no – over and again, tears streaming down her face. Each time, Rose had simply upped the setting on the wand.

Well, if you’re going to say ‘no’, you get more, bitch.

Eventually, Isobel had needed to exercise intense will to stop the words pouring out her mouth. She knew each time she said no, it made it worse. Rose sadistically enjoyed ignoring her, she enjoyed intensifying the sensation as a punishment, she enjoyed making Isobel scream.

Isobel remembered screaming and moaning, eventually unable to think anymore beyond the sensations in her groin, losing all track of who she was, time or the room around her. Her world shrank to the high-pitched buzzing of the different wands Rose was using, the ceaseless droning vibration of the egg and plug inside her, filling her, and the electric, too-intense, almost-orgasm-but-never-all-the-way sensation in her clitoris…

Even her complete and utter submission and compliance hadn’t been enough to stop Rose. The only reason the torture had eventually ceased was that Andy had finished his brandy and wanted to fuck Isobel again.

He had stood over her with erect cock streaming pre-cum, fingering himself while she screamed. Then as Rose stepped aside, he had knelt between her legs, and, in one breath, unceremoniously pulled the egg out of her abused cunt and pushed his hot, hard shaft greedily, viciously straight into her. The overlarge plug was still in her anus, and he had fucked her restrained, whimpering body roughly, ruthlessly, until he came inside her.

The full humiliation had come the following day, when Rose – a prolific pornographic video publisher – had published a video of Andy sitting naked watching porn, stroking his large cock in his hand. The soundtrack was Isobel, screaming off-screen, begging Rose to stop. Rose had added subtitles that made Isobel blush to read.

‘She’s screaming and pulling at the chains but she doesn’t say ‘red’. Trust me, she wants this.’

‘He’s been fucking her all night and all the animal does is moan and spread her legs for more. She deserves all she gets.’

‘She begged me to stop. Silly bitch. Listen to what happens as I turn the setting up a notch…’

‘You should all come and visit, we’d love to see what she looks like with three cocks inside her at the same time. Or maybe four…’

‘She is such a slut. I’m going to tie her blindfolded to the door at our next party, so all the men can fuck her on the way in and she’ll never know who’s been inside her.’

‘Hey, guess what! Listen closely right here, the whore is begging again. Pathetic. She needs to learn not to do that.’

‘Let’s see if this little beauty of a toy makes her scream louder. Oh… Yes… Listen as I bring it directly onto her clitoris… Hey this is good. I’m going to turn it up to the next notch…’

‘She can’t escape and I’m not going to stop.’

The video had ended with a change in shot, Rose stepping aside, Isobel’s torso and face blurred out, but her pussy clearly visible as Andy pulled the egg out of her and fucked himself roughly into her, using her restrained, spreadeagled, moaning body like a ragdoll, greedy and viciously uncaring of how the pegs pulling her labia wide apart were bruising her soft flesh.

Watching the video on her phone, at home the following day, Isobel had blushed red hot and found herself hyperventilating, more than she ever had the previous night, her pussy and cunt throbbing in pain from the abuse Rose and Andy had put her through.

Rose had gotten her permission to publish videos, as long as Isobel wasn’t identifiable. But still, watching the video online the following morning, she hadn’t been able to believe she had let them do that to her.

What had she been thinking? How could she have done that?

But then, even then, a thin trickle of desire had crept back into her aching, puffy, sensitive pussy…

She had wanted a second time.

Isobel forced her senses back to reality. She had wanted a second time, and now this was it.

Oh, dear god. What was it that Andy had written to her? ‘We’ve shown them the video, and they’re keen. Let’s see if we can get those four cocks inside you, hey?’

She couldn’t believe she had said yes.

Back in the room, Eddie was still holding her head and two men were now suckling on her nipples. Isobel swayed on her legs and would have fallen, except that Eddie held her up, then gently lowered her to the soft rug on the floor as her legs gave way.

Andy’s voice was clear above the other sounds in the room. ‘Colour, fucktoy?’

Colour? Oh, colour.

He wanted to know if she wanted to stop.

Yes, yes, she should get them to stop, but then she’d never know what it had been going to be like and her puffy, wet, needy pussy would go home without even a single cock having been inside it.

‘Green,’ she managed, through lips that felt like rubber. ‘Green.’

‘Good,’ Andy replied. ‘Don’t bother getting her back to her feet, gentlemen. Down on the rug is where we want her.’

Pleasure Doll: Chapter 6

Isobel collapsed onto the rug, hearing Andy’s voice above her.

‘Don’t bother getting her back to her feet, gentlemen. Down on the rug is where we want her.’

General chuckles and laughter followed, as a firm hand with strong fingers took hold of her right breast, teasing the nipple with a milking motion, squeezing it tight behind the nub. Then she felt cold metallic rods grip tight where the man’s fingers had been. He tightened the clamp firmly, almost viciously, she guessed with a screw mechanism until the sensitive flesh of her breast ached and her nipple felt puffy.

He flicked her taut nipple sadistically with a fingernail, chuckling when she yelped. She thought it was Thomas, the younger man, but she couldn’t be sure.

He moved to her left breast, handling her nipple with practiced fingers, tightening the second clamp steadily until she whimpered. His fingers started to play with the sensitive, exposed nubs, pinching, digging his fingernails in and rubbing back and forth across the tips. Isobel felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter at this treatment, even as the unyielding wide clamp on each breast ached.

‘They’re good clamps’ one of the men commented.

‘Yeah, I like them,’ Thomas spoke from directly in front of her. ‘You can leave them on for a good long time.’ He chuckled. ‘I want to leave them on long enough that she screams when they come off. I’ll get you to wait until I’m fucking her mouth. I love cumming down a woman’s throat while she’s screaming.’ His fingers pressed down tightly on her nipples, squeezing, pinching viciously. ‘Then we can wait a bit and put them on her again.’

Isobel whimpered at the thought, then stiffened as she smelled a sharp, rich but also minty scent. Something cold and sticky touched her right nipple, then her left, and firm fingers massaged it in, focusing on rubbing into the ducts on the tip. She knew it was Andy and wanted to beg him no. Last time he had used the same nipple gel on her, and it had made her nipples so sensitive and hyper-stimulated.

But the words wouldn’t pass her lips.

She wanted to be used. She wanted to be touched and manipulated and invaded. She wanted to gasp and moan, and to know that her discomfort was only feeding the men’s pleasure.

Besides, Andy had told her the only words allowed to pass her lips were ‘red’ and ‘green’, and that any other words would give the green light to the men to punish her. With the wolf’s head dildo and the metal fist and the stretch-you-wide-as-a-coke-bottle Dalek-dildo, and the candle…

Oh god, Rose wouldn’t use the candle on her, would she?

Isobel’s breasts were stinging, the chemicals in the gel penetrating deep into her nipples, and making her nipples itch and tingle and flash hot and cold at the same time. As always, the sensations in her breasts flashed red hot to her groin. She wanted… She wanted… Oh god… She would do anything for them while her nipples felt like this. Anything at all. She felt her mouth open, panting, her lips seeking sensation, her mouth wanton and desperate for penetration.

Their voices swam in the air above her, greedy and excited.

‘Look what a slut she is.’

‘Yeah, she just wants cock.’

The voices washed over Isobel from above and she felt embarrassed.

It’s true though. You do want cock. You think about it a lot. That’s what got you here, silly girl.

Andy’s voice, in her ear, brought her marginally back to reality. ‘Be a good hole and I won’t put the gel on your clit.’

She gasped and jumped at the threat, and the thought of what that would feel like, cursing mentally as her legs jerked wider apart in response, as if begging to be fucked.

‘Looks like she wants it on her clit, actually, Andy.’ It was Eddie’s voice, the smug arrogance she desired and dreaded at the same time, whose smug arrogance had always driven her away from him at the few events she had spent time near him.

Andy laughed. ‘Sure. Later tonight, let’s do that. In fact…’ he stopped, Isobel was sure only for dramatic tension. ‘I was wondering what we would use for entertainment during dinner. We’ll get Rose to work one of the larger dildos deep into her, strap it in tight so she can’t push it out, and then rub this into her clit.’ His fingers closed tightly, sadistically on her right nipple, crushing it and making her gasp in pain. ‘You’ll enjoy that, won’t you, doll? Say yes, like a good hole’.

Isobel’s breathing was erratic, rushed and she licked her lips, scared to hear her voice come out of her mouth.

No, please. That’ll be worse than last time.

‘Yes,’ she spoke softly but clearly.

‘Thought so.’ Andy’s voice sounded satisfied. Then suddenly, almost vindictively, he tightened his grip on her nipple, twisting his fingernails into her sensitive flesh, and pulled it sharply up and backwards, forcing her to fall from her awkward position kneeling on splayed legs. ‘Get down on your back, whore.’

Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel is a 106 pages (33 chapters) of steamy gangbang. Keep reading here for free chapters or buy the novel on All These Roadworks or Smashwords.

Chapter 7 is here.

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