Pixie Isobella

‘When you fuck me,’ Boulder said, ‘I want to feel like I would feel if we were lovers. Make me believe it,’ he smiled, relaxing his shoulders against the cushions of the chair. ‘I want to believe your passion.’

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Set in the same world as A Girl Called Seagull, Vanessa, a private detective, falls down a rabbit hole of mind control, sexual arousal and bimbofication… Vanessa’s Fall is at the hard-core end of my writing with heavy non-consent, forced arousal, forced breeding and bimbofication.❤️

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Vanessa’s Fall: Chapter 1

[Vanessa’s Fall contains non-consent erotica, male domination, female submission and mind control. All characters are over 18.]

The man in front of me leered lasciviously at me, and I knew it was that time again. His favourite time of the day, and my least favourite time.

‘Ask me how I want you to behave today,’ he said, sneering at me.

I had to obey him. I had no choice.

‘How do you want me to behave today?’ I asked, my voice petulant.

I always hated this part. How he drew it out. How he delighted in demonstrating his power over me.

The man looked across the room at his employer, the woman I only knew as Garnet. On his face, a single eyebrow rose in a question mark. Garnet shrugged in response to him, her mouth curving in a tight little smile, and I knew things weren’t going to go well for me today.

Garnet is vindictively and deliberately cruel. As far as I can tell, she only wants two things. She wants profit and she wants Boulder, her second-in-command, her best friend, to enjoy himself.

‘You can choose today, my love,’ she said to him. ‘Do what you want to her.’

I flinched as Boulder looked back at me, leering even harder.

‘I want you to show me how much you want me,’ he said, grinning. ‘Strip for me, love. Make it nice and slow. Seduce me. Kiss me.’

He smiled, leaning back in his comfortable lounge chair. He orders me to pretend I like him because he knows I hate it — and that makes him enjoy fucking me even more.

He stretched his legs languorously, deliberately taking up space. He knew that he would get whatever he wanted from me. That’s what happens when you control a girl, body and soul.

‘When you fuck me,’ Boulder continued, ‘I want to feel like I would feel if we were lovers. Make me believe it,’ he said, relaxing his shoulders against the cushions of the chair. ‘I want to believe your passion.’

I swallowed, feeling as though I had bitten into a sour lemon.

I couldn’t do that. I hated him so much.

But as I felt his orders taking root all over again in my brain, I knew I would do it.

I have to obey him in all things.

Boulder would believe I was actually into him too. My orders forced me to be convincing. He would believe that this time — this time — finally, he had won me over.

I stood, feeling my body slink into a seductive stance. I slid my fingers up my torso, caressing my breasts on the way up, before starting to undo the buttons on the front of my shirt. I made it slow, so that Boulder’s eyes were half-shut, his mouth slack with need by the time my bra-clad breasts were in the open air.

I never liked stripping for lovers in the past — I’m a grumpy bitch who likes her sex rough and hard against the wall — so I’m surprised every time I strip for Boulder. I’m oddly good at it. I have the instincts to go slow when he needs to be teased, and to meet his eyes at just the right moment to catch his attention.

I don’t understand why I enjoy the sex with him so much, even when he or Garnet orders me to enjoy it. He is such a horrible person and I don’t want him to fuck me, but I still enjoy it, every single time.

By the time I slid naked onto his lap, my thighs on either side of his legs, my naked breasts in his face, I was gasping in need. I wanted him inside me, slamming himself into me. Boulder was rock hard, his hand languidly stroking his erection.

‘Such a good little slut,’ he moaned, a hand groping greedily down my torso to rest on my hip. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want this.’

He was right. I couldn’t. I had been ordered to pretend to enjoy it, so I had to obey. And even though I hated him I still wanted him.

‘I want this,’ I said, my voice a groan of passion.

‘Tell me you want it rough,’ Boulder said, his other hand sliding up my leg to my hip. ‘Tell me you want my dick inside you, impaling that sweet, sweet hole of yours.’

‘I want it rough,’ I said, my voice soft and sweet, seductive even. ‘I want your dick inside me, Boulder. I want…’ I paused, biting my lips to try to stop myself saying the words, trying for the millionth time to overcome his control over me, but it was no use. ‘I want you to impale me.’

He pushed himself into me as I spoke, using a practised back and forth action to locate my entrance and then pull me down hard onto him, sliding all the way into me in one fast, ruthless action. I shrieked in shock as my body was forced to stretch, then we were moving together, gasping and panting, writhing against each other.

We fucked for a long time, Boulder’s face relaxed with bliss, his eyes shut.

‘Cum for me, doll,’ he moaned after a long time. ‘That’s an order, slut. Show me how much you want me.’

I orgasmed a moment later, compulsorily, my groin flooding with rich pleasure as he continued to fuck me.

‘Yeah,’ Boulder groaned, clearly enjoying the feeling of my body clenching around him. He started to fuck me hard after that, fucking me from below at first, before shoving me backwards to guide me down all the way down onto my back on the carpeted floor, following me down to stab himself hungrily into me again and again.

He ejaculated into me, his whole body spasming with sheer pleasure as he emptied himself inside me.

‘Such a good little slut,’ Boulder murmured, meeting me eyes as he relaxed on top of me, stroking a vagrant strand of hair away from my eyes.

He was already hardening again inside me and I knew that tonight was going to be one of those night’s where he fucked me again and again, unstoppable, greedy, treating my body as his right.

‘Say, ‘thank you’,’ he said, sniggering. ‘You had never had so much sex before I took you in hand.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, obediently.

I have to obey him, I have no choice.

‘You’re always so horny,’ Boulder smirked. ‘Before you met me, I bet you wanted the guy serving behind the counter at your local store,’ he said, crudely. ‘You’d take him for a quickie behind the counter, wouldn’t you, darling?’

‘Yes,’ I said, knowing I had to say it.

This is a constant refrain of Boulder’s: that I’m a whore, a slut, that I can never say ‘no’ to men, that I want sex all the time. Unfortunately, he’s right. I can’t say ‘no’ to his snide insinuation, and not just because he’s mind controlled me.

The truth is, I’m bad at relationships and I have always sought out men for random, casual, meaningless sex.

I blush at the memory of my most recent encounter before Boulder — a bloke serving behind the bar in an old, dimly lit pub. I had ended up at first flirting with the bartender, and then letting him fuck me roughly, bent forward over the barrels in the alleyway out the back. I hadn’t learned his name, I hadn’t wanted to — all I had wanted was his dick inside me, rough and hard, intrusive and demanding.

I guessed I was getting my desserts now. If I had had a boyfriend, if I had been better at making friends even, Boulder and Garnet couldn’t have trapped me like they did. But I’ve always been a loner and I never ask for help — and by the time I realised that I needed someone to help me, it was far too late.

‘Get up,’ Boulder snarled at me, rising to all fours above me, his erect cock sliding out of me so that I gasped with the sudden sensation. ‘I want you on the bed. Doggie style. Begging for it. Like the whore you are.’

Feeling exhausted, I rolled to my feet, letting him lead me to the bed.

It was going to be a long night.

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