Pixie Isobella

‘Fuck, you’re such a slut,’ Mr Phillips said as his sweat dripped down onto me. ‘You’ll take any man, won’t you?’ I won’t, I thought to myself, but I didn’t know if it was true anymore. Mr Phillips couldn’t hear the thoughts inside my head anyway, and soon he pulled himself out of me, slapping my hip with a casual hand as he stood. ‘That’s a good cow,’ he said breezily from far above me. ‘Get up and straighten your clothes. I’m done with you for today.’

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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 24

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.

‘Phillips gave you a good review,’ Mr Hunter said, smiling as he drove me home that night. ‘Twice in twenty-four hours! I knew you were an irredeemable slut the moment I first set eyes on you. He said you’re fun to cum inside.’

He sounded pleased, and I blushed miserably, keeping my eyes straight ahead on the road. Between my legs, my pussy and cunt felt tender and used, a reminder of Mr Phillips’ dick inside me at lunchtime, rough, harsh and demanding. I remembered the sound of his voice, as if I was nothing, and I didn’t know why it made me burn so hot with arousal.

Get up and straighten your clothes. I’m done with you for today.

Mr Hunter kept talking and I wished I could sink into my seat and vanish.

‘I hope Phillips will start to use you regularly from now on,’ he was saying. ‘You’ll be good for him to let off steam. I know Baldwin wants you again soon too. I’ve told him he can have you whenever he wants, of course. It’ll be good for you. Being at their beck and call will definitely keep you in line.’

I didn’t know what to say, so I was silent. Mr Phillips was awful but I couldn’t help but feel a warm flush of arousal at the thought of experiencing what I had experienced today every day from now on.

Mr Baldwin too — I had been fantasising about him all week now. The way he had looked down at me, snide and sneering, before pushing me up against the wall and taking me, just then and there, as if my wishes didn’t matter. I knew that I wanted him to do that again, and soon.

‘Why so quiet?’ Mr Hunter chided me after a moment, a laugh in his voice. ‘Aren’t you enjoying the attention, Molly? I would have thought all that cum inside you would be making you happy. Or are you deciding that being a slut isn’t worth it, after all?’

He chuckled a slight laugh, as he navigated a complex intersection in the evening traffic. ‘You can’t go back now, Molly. It’s a one-way street once men like Baldwin and Phillips start enjoying you.’

The words that came out of my mouth were not the ones that I expected.

‘Why aren’t you fucking me?’ I demanded, not even knowing why I was feeling so hurt and misused. ‘Why do I just have to put up with assholes like Mr Phillips? He’s a jackass. I don’t like Mr Baldwin either.’

My voice broke as I spoke, and I felt tears starting in my eyes. Mr Phillips was horrible. I was pretty sure he didn’t even think of me as a person, he thought of me as an available sex toy. I hated how much it turned me on, so I snapped at Mr Hunter instead. I wanted more so badly and soon.

‘Well, well,’ Mr Hunter chuckled, slowing the big, expensive car down as we entered the suburban streets near my house. ‘Do you think you deserve my cock inside you, Molly?’

‘I…’ I said, breaking off, flushing hot. I couldn’t believe that I had said that, but now that I had, I felt as though the cat was out of the bag. I couldn’t stop. ‘You’ve been torturing me for months!’ I snapped. ‘You keep saying it’s my place to have a man inside me, but you never do it yourself!’

‘Do you want me to fuck you, Molly?’ Mr Hunter asked, glancing across at me with a smirk on his face. ‘Do you want to feel me on top of you, driving myself into you? Feeling all of me inside you? Do you want to be my sweet little fucktoy, Molly? Obedient and available for whatever I want?’

Yes, I thought helplessly.

‘You’re so mean,’ I said, blushing hotly.

I hated him so much sometimes, but I still wanted him. This was so messed up. Mr Hunter was silent though, just raising a silent eyebrow at me questioningly before turning back to the road.

‘Fine,’ I muttered after a moment, tears in my eyes. ‘Fine, yes, of course I want you to fuck me. I’m already obedient and available for whatever you want. You grope me and you inspect me and you milk me! You call me your milk cow! That’s so degrading! You’ve made sure that I think about nothing but sex for months now, and now you’re lending me out to men in the office! Do you know what Mr Phillips said?’

I was speaking loudly but I was really angry and upset.

‘He said that you own my… my pleasures,’ I said hotly, stammering over the words, gesturing helplessly with my hands. ‘He said that I should feel happy I’ve got you controlling me, ordering me about. He said that it’s good I’ve got you to stop me…’ I paused, still white hot with anger. ‘To stop me fucking other men,’ I finished finally, shamefacedly.

Mr Hunter laughed, and I felt tears sliding down my face that he could laugh when I was so angry.

‘I thought that tongue of yours had gone away for good,’ he chuckled, winking at me as if we were in some kind of league together. ‘And it is good you’ve got me to stop you fucking other men. I’m keeping you on a tight leash for your own good, Molly. Who knows what you’d let fuck you if I let you roam free.’

I was silent again, looking out the window as Mr Hunter drove us through the darkening streets, tears of humiliation streaming down my cheeks.

‘Don’t look so tragic, sweetheart,’ Mr Hunter said, chuckling softly to himself. He reached a gentle finger out and stroked down my wet cheek. ‘Crying won’t help your situation, I’m afraid. You were made to give men pleasure, darling. There’s no help for that. You belong on your back underneath men like Phillips and Baldwin.’

‘I don’t,’ I said grumpily, snarling at him. I wished he wouldn’t be so crude, all the time, even as I hated how the crude words just turned me on even more. ‘It’s you. You’ve turned me into this’. I gestured wildly with my hands again, wondering what I was even doing.

‘Oh, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice chiding as if I was stupid but adorable. ‘I think we both know that isn’t true. Especially after all the fun Phillips and Baldwin have had inside you this week.’ He chuckled to himself as if I had said something truly amusing.

He started speaking again, and I should have been warned from the sweet sound in his voice that he was in a vicious mood, excited at the thought of punishing me.

‘Where do you want me to fuck you then, Molly?’ he asked, still sounding amused. ‘In your front garden? In your lounge room? Across the kitchen counter?’

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