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Tatiana’s Awakening: 7

Tatiana works on a high-end luxury cruise ship, stocked with a cargo of submissive, subservient sex-slaves. She is at first curious about its enslaved concubines but soon she wants to become one. Will Tatiana learn to accept and love her new role as the fucktoy of the cruel ‘Guest 17’? Or will her sexual awakening be her downfall?

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

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Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 7

[Maledom femsub dubious consent enslavement erotica]

I sat on ‘my’ chair and I waited for two hours.

I would have gone out of my brain with boredom except that I started daydreaming a long list of erotic desires. All the things I’d like a guest to do to me…My fantasy started in the stairwell, and drifted to the public lounge where everybody watched the men plunging their shafts into me.

Then my fantasy drifted into one of the gaming rooms, where the men abandoned their cards to take turns fucking me on the roulette table, just spinning the wheel whenever a new man wanted to get his end inside me, and then seamlessly my fantasy drifted to one of the living chambers where the orgy continued with me as its superstar…

I was re-living last night’s scenes with Fuck Me and the other dolls in my head. Except that it was me on the bed or on the floor, breathing hard because my body was stretched to breaking point. There were already two cocks inside me but the men had promised to show me just how much my ‘baby hole’ could take.

The men above were chanting loudly and I knew this wasn’t going to stop. I could feel a third man’s erect shaft impossibly pushing at me, and I knew he’d get it inside me, but I felt like I was going to split in half, and I wanted this, I wanted this so badly…

Then I realised two things in absolute horror.

One, somewhere between the public lounge and the private lounge, the imagined fucker-in-chief in my head had become Guest 17, and it was his strong hands grabbing me, and his huge, hard dick brutalising my insides and his voice that directed all the other men to fuck me harder, longer, to punish me, to stretch me open and make it hurt…

Two, possibly more importantly, Guest 17 had entered the room without me noticing, and was, in fact, standing right over me, looking down at sardonically.

At least I wasn’t stupid enough to be touching myself.

‘Stand up and come over here.’ I followed him numbly. I was stiff and sore from the chair, and insanely embarrassed at the fantasy in my head. I honestly just wanted this ordeal to be over. Also, my stupid traitor cunt was dripping and I was honestly scared that he could tell. I just wished he’d fuck me already, which clearly he wasn’t going to, and I’d be an idiot to want anyway. The man was a sadistic control freak.

Guest 17 led me over to the mantelpiece — the rooms have fake fires with old-fashioned mantelpieces, the Princess is very luxurious — and he pointed to three old school rulers lined up on the edge. Then he smiled at me, and told me to hold out my hand.

My first thought was, fuck no.

Neither my family nor my school was into capital punishment and I’d never been hit in my life.

‘You have got to be kidding,’ I said, realising even as I said it that it was the wrong thing to say, but I couldn’t stop myself. ‘Anyway, I cleaned your fucking room even though it’s not my job, and I sat there while you fucked Milk Cow, and I came back on time. I’ve been sitting on the stupid chair all this time. Didn’t you watch me on your surveillance cam?’

I knew I needed to shut up. I was just insulting him more, and getting myself into more trouble, and demeaning myself by admitting how obedient I’d been all day. I caught my breath on a sob, forcing the tears back inside and forcing myself to be submissive. ‘Just… please let me go and I’ll be the best admin you’ve ever not paid attention to.’

I wanted… I needed to get out of his room and down to my room where I could strip my clothes off and masturbate and maybe even orgasm, if I was lucky. I hated the whine in my voice in that last sentence.

I knew immediately that it wasn’t even going to work. Guest 17 waited a long, drawn-out moment before speaking, as if demonstrating to me precisely how much control he had.

‘Your job, right now, Tatiana,’ he said in that deep, slightly rough but infuriatingly rational voice, ‘is to serve me. I’m going to hurt you, to punish you and teach you a lesson. Not because you are superbly bad at making beds — though you are — and not because your idea of obedience is so minimalist as to be ridiculous, and not even because you keep talking back to me. But because this morning, you challenged my right to do what I chose with one of the dolls.’

He picked up the metal ruler and ran it under my chin, lifting it and forcing my chin up so that I had to look him in the eye. It felt like an invasion of my body and I hated it. I wanted to jerk my head away but I felt some stupid compulsion to obey him.

I was still in the throes of my intense gangbang fantasy, and obeying him felt like the hottest thing to do right now.

‘The dolls are here to be fucked, Tatiana, that is why they exist.’

I mumbled something incomprehensible, but Guest 17 was still talking, crudely, sadistically.

‘Yes, I’m pretty sure that Fuck Me’s holes were all aching by this morning. She’d better have been aching. I used her hard enough last night and I’d hate to think it was wasted. I’m sure she’s hurting even more by now, because you can be sure that my pal and his friends are still fucking her with her face down the toilet, unless they’ve started the fun game of ‘what objects can we insert into the slut’s cumhole and which one makes her squeal loudest’. I’m pretty fond of that game myself. But that’s not the point.’

He lifted the rule higher. I let him lift my chin, flushing hotly. I felt humiliated, feeling again like the stupid, naughty girl summoned to the principal’s office.

‘The point is, Tatiana, that she’s called Fuck Me for a reason. She’s here to be fucked. And I get what I want. The other guests get what they want. She’s the thing that I fucked last night, and you’re nobody. You forgot that. Now. Give me your left hand, palm up.’

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