Pixie Isobella

‘We’re going to punish your pussy today, aren’t we Molly?’ Mr Hunter said. ‘We’ll see if that teaches you to be obedient. Keep your skirt where it is and walk over to the coffee table over there.’ His voice was civil and urbane again and I shivered. ‘Bend over,’ he said. Molly’s boss has cruel plans for her and they are only just beginning… Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.

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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 6

‘Bend over,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice implacable. ‘Hands on the coffee table. Knees straight.’

‘What?’ I gasped, not moving. I couldn’t do that! He would be able to see so much more of me than he had before.

‘Do it, Molly. Every second that you delay lengthens your punishment.’

Swallowing my trepidation and anger, I bent forward, resting my hands on the cool coffee table. I flushed at the thought of what he could see from his position standing behind me — my naked pussy, exposed and available.

‘Finally,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice cutting. ‘You’re such a slut, Molly. Good girls don’t behave like this.’ He sniggered. ‘You know what this position is for, don’t you, Molly? For a man to stick his rod into you from behind. Like an animal. Do you want a man to rut with you like you were an animal, Molly?’

‘No,’ I gasped, tears of humiliation running out of my eyes.

‘You’re lying,’ Mr Hunter said. ‘I know what you want right now.’

I wanted to yell at him that he was wrong but he also wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t stop thinking about being fucked from behind — about what that would feel like, in my work clothes, in my boss’ office. I wanted it to be him too — Mr Hunter, I mean. I hated him so much by now and I still wanted to feel him thrusting into me, using me, using his dick to show me that he was boss.

‘Have you ever had a man’s rod inside you?’ Mr Hunter asked, his voice cold. ‘Answer me.’

‘Yes,’ I whispered, shame-faced, with absolutely no idea why I was telling him the truth.

‘Of course you have,’ he said snidely. ‘Sluts like you will spread your legs for anyone. How many men have you had inside your fuckhole, Molly?’

I flushed again, biting my lip with embarrassment at the question and at the knowledge that he was looking right at my cunt as he spoke.

‘I-’ I broke off, unable to process the question. ‘I… I don’t know. It’s none of your business.’

‘You don’t even know,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice kind and almost sad even. ‘This is why I have to put you in a chastity belt, Molly. This is why I have to punish you. Or you’ll offer your fuckhole to all the men in the office, won’t you? Well, I hope that what I’m going to do to you today will teach you a lesson.’

My breath stopped for a moment in fear, my brain freezing at what he was going to do to me. I had literally no idea. I thought he might fuck me, like he’d been talking about. I hated my body and brain for hoping that he would just take me, right there in his office. I didn’t know why I wanted this cruel man with his cruel voice and unkind demands fuck me, but I did.

He didn’t fuck me.

Instead, I felt something hard and cold against my pussy lips and I yelped in surprise.

‘Shut up, slut,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice cold. ‘Learn to take your punishment.’

I flushed and bit my lip to force myself to stay quiet while he poked and prodded at my pussy with something round and smooth and hard. He quickly found my embarrassingly wet entrance and I felt my mouth and eyes open wide in shock as he pushed the device into me in one hard thrust.

It was thick and it stretched my entrance wide open, almost hurting, and it stayed wide as he pushed it straight into me. He kept pushing until the device rammed up against my deep inner wall. My entrance hadn’t shut around it, still forced wide open, and I moaned in fear. Just what was he doing to me?

‘Stand up,’ Mr Hunter said, sounding amused. ‘Walk back to my chair.’

I stood up, facing away from him, a hot blush running up my cheeks. I walked back to his chair, still holding my skirt around my waist. It felt so awkward to walk with the thing inside me and I wanted to cry. I had no idea why he felt he had the right to put things inside me — inside me dammit — and I hated the fact that my vagina was enjoying the sensation of being full.

‘Put the chastity belt back on,’ Mr Hunter gestured with his fingers to where it was still lying on the floor.

Oh no, I thought to myself, but I still obeyed him. It was so awkward bending forward to pick up the belt from the floor with the thick object inside me, its blunt end still sticking out of my pussy entrance. Mr Hunter laughed at my awkwardness.

‘Stupid girl,’ he gloated, watching me. ‘Let’s see how you survive all day like this.’

‘No,’ I gasped, my eyes darting to his as I held the belt in both hands up around my upper thighs. ‘No, please, you can’t!’

‘I can do whatever I want to you, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said cruelly. ‘Put the belt on. Nice and tight. Show me what a good girl you are.’

Flushing hotly, my hands shaking, I fastened the buckles on the chastity belt around my waist again. Once I was done, Mr Hunter took over, pulling them sadistically tight so that the leather was hard against my skin. The thin backstrap pulled unrelenting past my butt cheeks like a g-string.

The worst was that he pulled the belt so tight that the object inside me was pushed deeper into me, constantly pressing against my deep inner wall. My cunt entrance complained constantly about being forcibly opened but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

‘Say ‘thank you, Sir’,’ Mr Hunter said, after he had finished fastening the padlocks back onto the belt, locking me inside it.

‘Thank you, Sir,’ I said, my voice sounding wooden. I didn’t know how I was meant to thank him for penetrating me with a thick object and forcing me to wear it — oh gods — all fucking day. I was going to die, I knew I was.

Have you read my books? If you’d like to read more stories with erotic enslavement, check out my published novel, Pleasure Doll, and its sequel Pleasure Toy! Isobel thought she was signing up for a one-night gangbang, but once she started, she couldn’t stop..

• Pleasure Doll on Smashwords and All These Roadworks
• Pleasure Toy on Smashwords and All These Roadworks

Chapter 7 of Molly’s Cage is here.

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