Pixie Isobella

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 non-consensual office erotica with female submission to male co-workers, degradation and mind control.

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The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 3

[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]

‘We’ll be in the corner office,’ Sam grinned over his shoulder at the other men. ‘Teaching this bitch about her future at Peachtree.’

‘Take us a video,’ Adrian sniggered. ‘I want to watch her moaning when you cum inside her.’

Madeleine flushed harder, hating them, hating the feeling of Sam’s unwelcome hands on her breasts, hating this whole situation. She wanted to jerk herself away from him — he had no right to touch her, to even suggest he was going to fuck her, dammit.

Ryder nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on Madeleine’s naked breasts, a sideways smirk on his face.

‘I’ll put in a ticket for our next recruit,’ he said. ‘I heard there’s a few more from Harrowville that haven’t been assigned yet. Maybe we’ll get lucky and get one of them.’

‘There’s always more girls,’ Adrian smiled. ‘And they all break too fast, more’s the pity. I wish I worked upstairs, then I could fuck them all day.’

‘Don’t we all, mate,’ Ryder spoke over his shoulder.

He was back at his desk, already logging into a system that Madeleine didn’t recognise. Logging a ticket for the next ‘recruit’, she thought helplessly. That makes no sense. What even is this place?

Then she lost sight of the two men as Sam jerked her forward sharply with his grip on her breasts.

‘Come with me, darling,’ he said. ‘I’ve got a few more lessons to teach you.’

Feeling numb, Madeleine walked in front of Sam towards the corner. They walked past other pods and it seemed incredible to her that no-one noticed her bare breasts, but no-one even seemed to look up. She saw the blonde head of another woman who she had known at Harrowville but the woman didn’t look up from her screen.

‘After you, my dear,’ Sam leered sarcastically at her in a mockery of gentlemanly behaviour, pushing the office door open with his foot.

Feeling helpless, Madeleine stepped inside. The corner office boasted not just a desk and chair but a small lounge suite and a mini kitchen — clearly designed as some executive’s suite for entertaining potential clients. She jumped to hear Sam shut the door behind them and shivered as she felt his hand land on the small of her back, pushing her inexorably forward into the room.

‘Sit down at the desk,’ he ordered from behind her. ‘I’ve got a letter I need you to write.’

Feeling as if she was moving in a dream, Madeleine sat down, shivering again as Sam perched himself on the desk next to her, his hand dropping immediately to fondle her breasts.

‘S-stop touching me,’ she said, wishing she was able to pull away from him.

Sam’s only answer was a snide laugh as his hand closed around her breast, shaking it slightly as if with emphasis.

‘Shut up,’ he said bluntly, stroking his other hand down her hair and the side of her face. ‘Women don’t talk at Peachtree. Not after induction. Not unless your masters choose to let you talk.’

My masters? Madeleine thought terrified, but, silenced, she couldn’t ask the question. What did he mean? How could he have a power over her that made her obey him like this? That even stopped her talking when he ordered it?

‘Now, start writing,’ Sam chuckled, clearly enjoying his power over her. ‘Your best handwriting, darling. To whom it may concern. Just like a job application, sweetheart. You do want to get a good assignment upstairs, don’t you?’

Her heart beating in her ears, Madeleine picked up the pen in front of her and started writing on the official Peachtree notepad.

To whom it may concern, she wrote as Sam kept fondling her breast, sliding his thumbnail back and forth across her sensitive nipple.

What does he mean by ‘assignment upstairs’?, she thought helplessly, wishing she could just get away from Sam’s sneering voice and groping hands long enough to think. Adrian had spoken about ‘upstairs’ as well. Horrified, she was starting to realise that she had stumbled into something bigger than some male colleagues being jerks for a day.

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, Sam had said.

‘Are you listening, sweetheart?’ Sam’s mean voice pulled her back into the room. ‘Start writing. I am a worthless slut,’ he dictated. ‘Men are my natural masters and my only purpose is to please you sexually.’

I can’t write that, Madeleine thought horrified. That’s so awful. How can he even say that, let alone expect me to write it?

But she was already obeying, captured by whatever drug had been in the water that forced her to obey him.

I am a worthless slut, she wrote. Men are my natural masters and my only purpose is to please you sexually.

Madeleine trembled as Sam looked down at her writing.

‘Very good, darling,’ he sneered. ‘We’ll make an obedient fucktoy out of you yet.’

Madeleine wanted to cry. How could this be happening? It had to be a bad dream, brought about by her fears of moving from Harrowville to Peachtree. She would wake up soon.

‘It’s good to see you can obey rudimentary commands,’ Sam continued snidely. ‘But didn’t I say to use your best handwriting?’

Madeleine gulped. She had been writing neatly! And how dared Sam talk to her like that? She knew the technique though, she had seen it enough times before from mean schoolteachers and a particularly unkind boss in her first job. It was a technique perfected by people who had power over you and wanted to make you feel bad about yourself.

The trouble was, it worked.

‘Tear it up and start again,’ Sam said, squeezing Madeleine’s nipple painfully tight in what she knew was a deliberate display of his control over her. ‘Get it right this time, slut.’

Madeleine gulped as she tore up the sheet, her fingers working automatically to follow his commands. She wrote the words out again, wondering what was worse — the demeaning words on the page or Sam’s fingers methodically massaging her breast and nipple as if it was his toy.

He’s going to want to fuck me, she thought, feeling helpless. This is all just the foreplay for him. And he’ll make it horrible. He’s that kind of man.

‘Good slut,’ Sam sneered as he read what she had written. ‘That’s passable. Now write, I belong on my back with a man’s dick inside me.’

I belong on my back, Madeleine wrote, the pen she was holding seemingly forming the words of its own accord, even as she begged her fingers to stop obeying Sam. With a man’s dick inside me, she finished, feeling ill as she looked down over the words.

‘I love being at Peachtree,’ Sam dictated. Because you have taught me my true role and purpose — to serve my natural masters on my knees and with my legs spread.’

Horrified all over again, Madeleine felt herself obeying even before he finished the sentence…..

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Chapter 4 of ‘The Peachtree Diaries’ is here.

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