Pixie Isobella

‘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.’

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Vanessa’s Fall is a new mind control erotica available now on All These Roadworks! 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: Chapter 2

[Vanessa’s Fall contains heavy non-consent, male domination, female submission and enslavement, breeding and lactation themes and mind control. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]

I have been Garnet and Boulder’s pet — their plaything, their fucktoy — for months now.

Boulder fucks me every day. Sometimes Garnet fucks me too, but mostly she’s working too hard to fuck. But Boulder takes me every day, reminding me all over again that I can’t say ‘no’ to him.

When they make me enjoy it, that’s probably the worst. Sometimes, they do the opposite. Sometimes, Garnet is in a sadistic mood. On those days, she wants to watch Boulder rape me, and so she tells me to resist him, to try to fight him off, while he rips my clothes and forces himself inside me.

On those days, he always makes it hard and rough, forcing his hardness into my soft body, delighting in his pretend-rape, before hammering himself into me brutally, callously. He slaps my face and makes me scream, and I know — horrifyingly — that he is actually imagining forcing me, violently in an alleyway or a bedroom somewhere.

But still, somehow, being told to pretend that I actually like him is actually even worse.

When I have to be sweet and gentle, and I have to pretend that I am actually really into him. On those days, I know an outsider watching us would just see a horny pair of lovers. I’ve always been a loner, and even with the very few boyfriends I’ve ever had, I’ve never actually been like that with anyone — so it always feels too intimate.

I want to get free of the both of them — Garnet and Boulder — but I can’t work out how.

I still can’t believe that it’s already been a couple of months, since I met them.

Garnet and Boulder must have real names, of course, but I don’t know them. I first met them when one of my employers called me into his office on a weekend.

My name is Vanessa. I am twenty-six years old and I work — I used to work — as a freelance detective. Several law firms have me on their books. They hire me to follow people and trawl through their records and find out their dirty secrets.

It’s lonely, alienating work. I work for some dodgy people and I try not to think too hard about what I’m doing. I tell myself it’s okay. Everyone has to work to pay the bills and if I wasn’t doing this work, then someone else would be. I guess I should have known I would trip up, eventually.

My life changed when I was called into Barrow Brothers offices on a Saturday, and I met Garnet and Boulder.

I hadn’t had any work for Barrow Brothers for months. It was the weekend and the younger Mr Barrow had asked me to visit him. The office was deserted. All of this should have warned me but I needed the work back then. I knew it might be something dodgy — something that the older Mr Barrow didn’t know about or condone — but I also needed the money.

Vincent Barrow introduced me to Garnet, a tall woman a couple of years older than I was. She was classy, way classier than anything else in the Barrow Brothers’ office. She wore an expensive pantsuit with matching accessories, her hair curled in a fashionable bob. She looked wealthier than anyone I had ever met before, and that should have put me on my guard.

I felt a needle prick into my hand when she shook my hand and I shrieked, looking at her with startled eyes, before backtracking hastily for the exit. I may be clueless but at least I recognise a trap when I stumble right into it with both feet.

It was too late, because of course Boulder was waiting for me at the door, and by the time I had engaged with him hand-to-hand, I was swaying and stumbling where I stood from the sedative on the needle. Boulder is big and he’s been a boxer in the past, but still, I reckon I would win a fair fight. But nothing about my relationship with Garnet and Boulder has ever been fair.

Soon, I was seated on the lounge in Mr Barrow’s office, my arms and legs arranged where Boulder and Mr Barrow put them. I was alert but completely unable to move my limbs. I glared at them all, swearing to myself that I would come back and burn Mr Barrow’s office down after this. I don’t actually do things like that but still, I was furious.

‘How does it work?’ asked Mr Barrow, peering curiously at me as if I was a specimen in a laboratory.

Garnet looked down at him from where she was standing against the window, clearly considering him a lesser life form. It was a good call — he was a slug for doing this to me — but I didn’t feel any kinship with her as a result. She shrugged, clearly deciding she didn’t mind sharing.

‘This?’ she said dismissively, waving a hand at me. ‘This is just a sedative. The true magic will come later.’

She smiled meanly and I shivered.

‘Who are you? What do you want?’ I asked, my voice cold as I tried to work out a way to gain the upper hand.

‘You’re going to work for me,’ Garnet said. ‘You have some skills I want. You have some attributes that are worth a lot to me.’

She gestured at Boulder and I felt myself growing cold as he took out a vial and a syringe and some other medical equipment.

‘What is in that?’ I asked but I already knew she wouldn’t answer. ‘Please don’t drug me,’ I begged. ‘I’ll do what you want.’

‘Magic,’ Garnet said again, an evil light in her eyes as she ignored my pleas. ‘My godhood. Your unthinking obedience.’

‘I don’t answer to anyone,’ I said toughly, growing even more scared.

Really it was pretend-toughness. My work requires a bit of toughness but mostly it’s just a facade. I get my best information just from being genuinely nice to people, with a side serving of being good at sneaking around and knowing how to navigate the internet.

Anyway, Boulder capably stuck the syringe into a vein in my arm and soon the clear fluid was dripping into a vein. I felt the cool chill as the liquid slid into me and I gritted my teeth, half in fear, half in determination. Whatever it was, I would survive this.

Garnet told Mr Barrow to leave the room and I felt the tiniest spurt of happiness at watching the slimy traitor get ordered around in his own domain. Really, I should have felt scared at being left alone with the two of them. But I already knew Vincent wasn’t going to help me, so I might as well have the schadenfreude of knowing he was frustrated at missing out on watching the ‘magic’, whatever that meant.

‘Can I touch her now?’ Boulder asked Garnet.

I shivered with angst, my feeling of smug victory at watching Garnet dismiss Mr Barrow evaporating instantly. Suddenly, I felt even more vulnerable trapped on this couch unable to move.

‘Later,’ Garnet snapped at him. ‘Keep your mind on the job, won’t you?’

‘Yes, boss,’ Boulder said, but his eyes ran negligently down over my body, his gaze stripping me naked so that I felt besmirched. ‘Just you said you’d get me a playtoy.’

‘You can have her later,’ Garnet said, watching my eyes keenly. ‘Once she’s settled in. If this works, you can have her every day, after she gives her daily reports. For now, I’m waiting to see if it works. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to start all over again.’

She sounded anxious and frustrated, an emotion that didn’t sit well on her — and that I have rarely since seen in her. I realised that this was important to her — I was important to her — and I resolved to keep my head clear. If I was clever, if I used my brains, I would survive this and get free.

‘It’ll work,’ said Boulder confidently, his eyes resting on me with a slight smile.

I didn’t feel any different inside myself but I saw the corresponding smile of satisfaction on Garnet’s face when she saw my eyes responding to whatever she had injected into me.

‘You’re going to obey me, toy, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘Say yes.’

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