Mr Hunter patted my cheek with the back of his finger. ‘I know sluts can’t be trusted. You’re ruled by your cunt, that’s all you can think about. Isn’t it, girl?’
‘Yes, sir,’ I blushed red hot, my eyes on the floor, feeling besmirched. It was true though — these days, my pussy and cunt were mostly what I thought about.
‘Well, then,’ he said. ‘I know what your type is like. I know that once sluts like you start fucking, you yearn to feel a man planting a baby inside you. We need to keep you under control, don’t we, Molly?’
Update on Molly’s Cage ❤️
It’s been a while! I haven’t posted any Molly’s Cage for ages but I’ve actually written a lot. The trouble is, it’s turned into another trilogy, and I’m determined to get the whole thing written before I publish the first book. I’ll get there but it probably won’t be my next book release. In the meantime, here’s Chapter 21!
Molly’s Cage: Chapter 21
‘Molly’s Cage’ is femsub maledom office erotica with non-consent, discipline, chastity belts, lactation and impregnation themes. Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
‘I know that once sluts like you start fucking,’ Mr Hunter said, ‘you yearn to feel a man planting a baby inside you. We need to keep you under control, don’t we, Molly?’
‘Yes, sir,’ I said, wishing that his words hadn’t lit a fire inside my groin.
I drifted around the office all day my pussy hot with arousal. It felt somehow exceedingly submissive to have given Mr Hunter my birth control pills. The dildo was an ever-present wedge inside me, keeping me fully aroused but never giving me any satisfaction.
No-one fucked me all day — in fact, hardly anyone even spoke to me — and I wished I didn’t feel so sad about that. I watched the male partners secretly when they weren’t looking in my direction. I was trying to work out which partners Mr Hunter had told about me, wondering which of them were secretly looking forward to their chance to have sex with me.
A few days passed in dull monotony. I took several pills from Mr Hunter’s hand in the mornings now, blushing red hot each time I took them from him, his sardonic eyes watching me as if I was a carnival trick. He had increased the dose of lactation medicine, and my breasts were growing again. It didn’t matter how long he left me in the milking machine morning and night, by mid-afternoon, my breasts were always trickling milk inside my bra. Every morning when I awoke, my breasts would be full and heavy, runnels of milk trickling across my skin.
I was bringing some files up from the basement late one afternoon — almost certainly a futile task given to me by Mr Hunter so that I was forced to navigate the stairs with the dildo inside me — when I found Mr Phillips blocking my way. The big man was a senior partner, and I flushed to see his eyes drifting lazily, hungrily down my body.
‘Put that box down, girl,’ he said, ‘and get up against the wall.’
I put the heavy box down on a nearby countertop, trembling in sudden fear and anticipation. The office was empty by now, I could tell that everyone had gone home while I was down in the files room. I looked at him with wide eyes. I didn’t really know him, he worked on litigation matters and he had a reputation around the firm for playing hardball.
‘What are you looking at, girl?’ he asked roughly, a mean sneer on his face. ‘I’ve heard you give it to any man who wants you.’
‘I…’ I said, breaking off what I was trying to say. Actually, I didn’t know what I was trying to say. The whole long history of how Mr Hunter had been treating me for months now seemed impossible to tell — and I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell it, anyway. My pussy was begging me for sex, even if it was sex with this uncouth man with a rough mouth and unkind eyes.
‘Get up against the wall,’ Mr Phillips repeated, stepping towards me. ‘I haven’t got time to do you properly, so it’ll have to be here.’
‘Yes, sir,’ I whispered, backing up so that I was up against the wall between the photocopiers. He followed me until I felt hemmed in. It should have felt scary but actually I just felt hot and needy.
‘Pull your skirt up,’ Mr Phillips said roughly. Obediently, wondering what the hell I was doing, I reached down, pulling it up to my waist with trembling fingers.
‘Heh,’ he grinned, his eyes down on my groin. I flushed, knowing that he could see the chastity belt and the tops of my thighs. ‘Hunter said he was saving you from yourself. Your pleasures belong to him now, girl. But lucky for me,’ he kept grinning as he winked at me and waggled a tiny key in my face. ‘I’ve got the key. Get your legs apart.’
I obeyed him, flushing red hot with embarrassment as I stepped my legs wide. Mr Phillips sniggered as he inserted the key into the lock on the front of the belt that Mr Hunter never used. I moaned as I felt the part of the chastity belt that ran past my pussy unlatch and drop downwards, pivoting on hinges at the back.
‘Good girl,’ Mr Phillips murmured thickly, his voice rough with need. He was standing so close to me that I could feel his body heat. ‘I heard that Hunter keeps a dildo inside you all day, to make sure that you’re wet and ready, whenever any of us wants you. Let’s see, shall we?’
My breath caught as he reached between my legs — I don’t want his hands on me, I thought — but it was too late as I felt his thick fingers probing past my clit, between my labia, a smirk on his face.
‘You’re a wet little bitch, aren’t you?’ Mr Philipps sniggered as he rubbed his probing fingers back and forth. I flushed in utter mortification to feel his thick digits touching me there. I didn’t know what I had done to warrant senior men at my work feeling they could finger my pussy in the corridors. ‘Let’s get this rod out of you, shall we?’
I didn’t answer Mr Phillips’ questions, my face and throat bright red with embarrassment as he found the loop on the end of the dildo and started to pull it out of me. I couldn’t believe he was going to fuck me up against the wall, just like Mr Baldwin had. Even worse, I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on. The dildo came out of me easily enough and I whimpered softly to feel so vulnerable and exposed between my legs.
Mr Phillips just smiled at me, as he waved the wet dildo in my face. ‘Open up, little girl,’ he smirked. ‘Get those lips open for me.’
I opened my mouth, feeling scared. I was panting fast, my breathing shallow as if I had been running. My eyes widened as I saw he was going to feed the dildo into my mouth, and I begged him wordlessly not to. He ignored me, of course, and soon I felt the dildo against my lips, sliding into my mouth, hard and uncomfortable and tasting like my sex.
Mr Phillips slid it all the way into my mouth, wedging my mouth open with its thickness.
‘That’s a good hole,’ he sniggered. ‘Just store that for me there, won’t you?’
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