Madeleine had been working at the Peachtree Foundation for at least three weeks before she realised she had been brainwashed. By then, of course, it was too late… The Peachtree Diaries is a new office erotica with female submission to male co-workers, degradation and mind control.
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The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 1
[The Peachtree Diaries contains non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18.]
Madeleine had been working at the Peachtree Foundation for at least three weeks before she realised she had been brainwashed.
By then, of course, it was too late.
She had never wanted to work there. But her former employer, a friendly, community oriented start-up, had been aggressively bought out by the larger company until they had no choice.
Used to the proactive hiring practices of the original company, Madeleine and every one of her largely young and female co-workers had been worried about working at Peachtree Foundation. Peachtree had a reputation for hard-assery and misogynist management.
But Madeleine didn’t have much choice, not if she wanted to keep paying off her student debt and her rent. She had been so nervous when she arrived for work on the first day in Peachtree’s offices. It was not the friendly, old warehouse building she was used to but a shimmering glass spire in the centre of the city. She had been allocated a desk on the third floor and she spent three blissful weeks wondering if maybe Peachtree would be alright after all.
Madeleine learned later that the effects of Peachtree’s mind control techniques were subtle at first — simple grains of sand washing through her mind, gathering speed as they went, but nevertheless burning pathways that would become solidly imprinted into her brain.
It was odd, she had reflected in that first week, that there were only a handful of other women on Floor 3. She rarely saw other former employees from her old company. They had all been split up and moved around, and some had been fired. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed that it was only women in their twenties, thirties and forties who had been retained by Peachtree.
But her mind on the spectre of failing her student loan repayments or the dreaded monthly rental check, Madeleine had just felt blissfully lucky to have escaped unemployment.
Little did Madeleine know that within a month, such mundane concepts as debt, groceries and landlords would be irrelevant to her.
Her office companions weren’t so bad, she thought, reflecting on the three men who shared an open-plan pod with her. They didn’t really include her in their conversations but they weren’t overly hostile either. They would nod ‘hello’ each morning, then leave her alone for the day, maybe with a smiling commentary on her home-made sandwich lunch or an offer to include her in the office drinks on the first Friday of the month.
Her tentative hopes shattered like glass at the start of her fourth week with Peachtree.
It was mid-morning when Sam Roberts rose, came over Madeleine’s desk and told her to fetch him a mug of coffee from the kitchen.
‘Get me a coffee, Mads,’ he said, as he leaned against the edge of her desk. ‘Hot, black, two sugars. Now.’
Madeleine blushed in shock when she discovered herself in the kitchen, stirring the sugars into his coffee, with no recollection of how she had even got here. He can’t really have just told me to get him a coffee, she thought, feeling the red hot of embarrassment flood down her body.
He did though, another, calmer voice reminded her. And I just upped and obeyed, just like that. What is wrong with me?
Madeleine took Sam the coffee anyway, smarting with humiliation, not knowing why she didn’t just pour it down the drain. She thought she was determined to give him a piece of her mind, but when she saw him, the words melted away, unable to find a place on her tongue.
‘Good girl, Mads,’ Sam said as she dropped the coffee off at his desk, and Madeleine flushed again, trembling as she sat back down at her desk. When had he started calling her ‘Mads’ anyway? She loathed people shortening her name, especially without asking.
‘Go fill up your water at the cooler,’ Sam said again, his timing perfectly calculated to interrupt Madeleine’s workflow just as she had looked at her computer screen to start work again.
‘I…’ Madeleine said, but she was already rising, grabbing her water glass and stepping over to the water cooler in the corner that proudly proclaimed itself to deliver ‘mountain fresh spring water’ to the office.
Freaking out, unable to understand what was happening, Madeleine watched herself from within as she walked to the cooler. She turned on the tap for the cool water to splash into her glass and walked back to her desk when the glass was full, her fingers trembling again.
‘Good girl,’ Sam said again. His butt was perched on her desk as she approached, and Madeleine bit her teeth together. How dared he sit on her desk? How dared he call her ‘good girl’? He was just her slightly senior co-worker for heavens sakes.
‘Sit down,’ Sam said, swinging her office chair out so that she would be sitting directly in front of him, facing him, her head just above his waist height.
I can’t sit there, she thought, horrified. It’s too embarrassing. But she was already sitting, holding her glass of water in front of her, hands shaking with nervousness. Around her, she saw their two fellow pod members, Adrian Skylark and Ryder Gardner, were watching her, Ryder with a sneering smirk on his face that shocked her.
‘Drink it,’ Sam said, his eyes boring into hers, and Madeleine flinched. ‘We don’t want you getting dehydrated, do we?’
Not knowing why, she drank the water. The glass cool against her lips and she could feel all of the slightly chilled liquid as it slipped down her throat into her stomach.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked when the glass was finished. She was slightly breathless from drinking so fast, her mouth feeling numb from the cold water.
Sam didn’t answer her, simply passing her glass to Ryder, who she saw walking back to the water cooler for more.
‘Sit still, girl,’ Sam said, his eyes fixed on her. ‘We’re getting some things straight around here.’
‘Sam, do you really think she’s ready yet?’ Adrian asked nervously, swinging in his chair. She had already discovered that Adrian was often nervous, but he would inevitably follow the lead of the two more senior men. ‘You read the guidance about how to handle the new employees. We don’t want to move before the compound takes root inside them.’
‘Nah, the bitch is ready,’ Sam said, his harsh words making Madeleine jump in her chair. ‘And I’m sick of watching this pair of tits walk past me every day. I’m sick of being unable to touch her…’
The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 2
‘The bitch is ready,’ Sam said, his harsh words making Madeleine jump in her chair. ‘And I’m sick of watching this pair of tits walk past me every day. I’m sick of being unable to touch her.’
‘Yeah, she’s totally ready,’ Ryder sneered, passing Sam her water glass and leaning against a near cabinet.
‘Drink it all,’ Sam said, handing her the glass.
What are you doing? Madeleine wanted to shriek at him. What do you mean ‘ready’? She didn’t know why she didn’t yell at him, but instead she found herself drinking the second glass of water from full to empty, feeling the cold water settle heavy and alien in her stomach.
‘That’s it,’ Sam smirked at her. ‘Get more of it inside your system, why don’t you? I’ve been watching you every day, grabbing yourself a regular glass of water and drinking it down. It’s no wonder it’s taken root in you a bit earlier than the other whores we picked up from your failed joint.’
‘What?’ Madeleine shrieked, suddenly scared, almost panicked.
She tried to rise and her fear rose as she realised she simply couldn’t. Her legs wouldn’t bear her weight, or something. Maybe Sam had glued her butt to the chair… Gritting her teeth, she tried to stand, to completely no avail.
‘You can’t stand, can you, you little slut?’ smirked Ryder from his position a couple of metres away. ‘She’s totally ready,’ he said over his shoulder to Adrian, the younger of the three men.
‘Ready for what?’ Madeleine said through gritted teeth, glaring at Sam and Ryder, flushing red hot as tears of embarrassment and fear filled her eyes. ‘Why won’t you tell me?’
Again, Sam didn’t answer, and Ryder and Adrian just sniggered, an unpleasant, unkind sound. Instead, Sam bent forward, slipping his fingertips down the side of Madeleine’s face, his eyes on hers.
‘You’ve been obeying me and the blokes for days, darling,’ he said. ‘You just haven’t noticed it. I’ve watched it take root in you. I’ll get a bonus if the first Harrowville girl to report upstairs is mine.’
Harrowville was Madeleine’s old employer, and she flushed harder, feeling her eyes wet with unshed tears.
He’s not going to answer me, she thought. He’s treating me like I’m not even a person. She was feeling oddly as though she didn’t belong in her own body anymore. It certainly wasn’t obeying her signals. But how could this even be happening? It had to be a bad dream. It had to be.
I’ll sue for discrimination, harassment, she thought, trying to bolster her courage. It didn’t work though, because clearly whatever was going to happen to her in this office was going to take place long before she could get to the safety of a lawyer.
‘Sit still, whore,’ Sam said again, smirking as he met her eyes. ‘Stop trying to fight it. I’ll have you beneath me soon enough.’
Madeleine sat still, flushing at him calling her ‘whore’, realising that she had no choice. She was pinned in place, unable to do anything as Sam’s fingers slipped down the side of her face, dropping to stroke the soft skin of her throat with his thumb.
‘Let’s have a look at these udders of yours, shall we?’ Sam said conversationally, and Madeleine flushed bright red with humiliation. ‘Then I’m going to take you into the corner office for some extracurricular entertainment. And then,’ he chuckled as Madeleine hissed in fear. ‘And then,’ Sam shrugged nonchalantly, ‘ then, I’ll send you upstairs, and I’ll get my bonus.’
‘Not to mention your end inside this doll here,’ Adrian smirked from his desk. ‘Bags I get to fuck the next girl they assign to us.’
Madeleine whimpered softly to herself. She was scared by their words and felt like she was unable to process them. What did they mean by ‘sending her upstairs’? How could Sam call her breasts her ‘udders’? What did Adrian mean by saying he wanted to fuck the next girl?
She shivered as she felt Sam — the man she thought of as a colleague — undoing the buttons on her work shirt with dextrous long fingers. She knew what he meant by ‘extracurricular activities’, and she was scared as she heard his breath above her, its warmth slipping across her skin.
It didn’t take long for Sam to unbutton Madeleine’s shirt, and then he was pulling it wide open, using careless hands to ease her bra-clad breasts out into the open air. Madeleine was hyperventilating by now, her eyes fixed on Sam, as he gazed with a slack-jawed mouth down at her breasts.
‘Don’t look so shocked, bitch,’ Ryder snapped unpleasantly, and Madeleine jumped nervously. ‘You know what your udders are for, don’t you?’
‘They’re mine,’ Madeleine forced herself to say, her voice sounding odd in the quiet of the office. ‘You’re not allowed to touch me. Not like this. I don’t know what you’re doing, but let me go.’
‘I can do whatever I want to you, darling,’ Sam said, his voice ringing unpleasantly in her ears. ‘You’ve yet to learn — in Peachtree you’re just a pair of tits and a warm, wet hole between some spread legs for the men to have fun inside. Take your bra off,’ he said, a note of command entering his voice.
Biting her lower lip, wanting to cry, Madeleine felt herself obeying, unclipping her bra from behind her back and pulling the comforting protection of the lace away from her breasts.
‘Ah!’ Sam said, his eyes lighting up. ‘That’s it,’ he smiled, his eyes fixed on Madeleine’s large round breasts.
His hand cupped the outside of one of her boobs and she whimpered, unable to believe what was happening. His other hand landed on her other boob, and then he was stroking and massaging the soft, full globes.
‘Please stop,’ Madeleine whispered, feeling tears slide down her cheeks. ‘I…’
‘Be quiet!’ Sam snapped and just like that, Madeleine felt herself stop speaking. ‘Yeah,’ he said nastily. ‘Whores like you should be seen and not heard.’ He closed both hands around her breasts, clearly enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh beneath his long fingers. ‘You’re a shapely slut, I’ll give you that. Stand up.’
Feeling ill, Madeleine stood, prompted by Sam standing and using his grip on her breasts to pull her to her feet.
‘We’ll be in the corner office,’ Sam grinned over his shoulder at the other men. ‘Teaching this slut about her future at Peachtree.’
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Chapter 3 of ‘The Peachtree Diaries’ is here.
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