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.’
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The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 4
[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]
‘I love being at Peachtree,’ Sam dictated and Madeleine felt herself obeying even before he finished the sentence. Because you have taught me my true role and purpose — to serve my natural masters on my knees and with my legs spread.’
Madeleine shivered as she finished the sentence. Gods, she had never written anything this filthy in her life, she had never even thought it. How could he make her write it?
‘I bet you do,’ Sam sneered. ‘I’ll send you up to level 6 when I finish with you here. That’s where they’ll teach you how to behave, darling.’ He chuckled with pleasure. ‘You’ll learn how to please your masters up there. No women except Peachtree’s owner, Mrs Lavish, are allowed to enter above floor 5 unless your tits are bare.’
That’s barbaric, Madeleine thought, feeling ill. But now that she thought about it, she never had been above level 3. Her interview had been on level 2 and ever since then she had worked on level 3. She knew all the Harrowville women were on levels 2 through to 4.
‘Next,’ Sam chuckled, seeing her flinch and clearly enjoying it. ‘I’m glad to keep my tits bare for your pleasure, I know men prefer me this way.’
Madeleine wrote the words, starting to feel numb all over again.
‘I’ve been enjoying having you around the office,’ Sam said reflectively as she wrote, trying to form the words perfectly with the cheap office pen. Gods, it was so humiliating having him criticising her handwriting above everything else.
‘A shapely slut to bring me drinks while she pretends to actually work,’ Sam continued. ‘That’s all you’re good for, you know,’ he sniggered, looking down over the letter Madeleine was writing. ‘And look at that,’ he chuckled, pointing at some letters where the pen had blurted ink. ‘You’ll have to start again, I’m afraid, my dear. Make sure you get all of it correctly this time. Never mind, writing it all out again is instructional for you.’
I hate him, Madeleine thought, wanting to cry as she started on a fresh sheet of paper. To whom it may concern, she formed the words, feeling ill as she copied the previous sheet.
‘The men upstairs will teach you what your holes are for,’ Sam smiled, his wandering hand stroking her skin as if he owned it. ‘And they’ll put a baby inside you soon enough. Mrs Lavish does so like it when she can see Peachtree sluts contributing to society at last,’ he chuckled.
Madeleine tried to tune him out but it was hard as he kept touching her. She finished writing, her hand cramping from how carefully she had been forming each of the words, hating being subject to his approval. Sam looked down over the letter, a mean smirk on his face and Madeleine flinched.
He could make her re-write it as many times as he wanted. She couldn’t stop him.
‘Passable,’ he sneered. ‘Actually, your handwriting is terrible. I’m only saying that because I’m sick of waiting to put my dick inside you. Get down on your knees.’
Madeleine obeyed, feeling sick as she slid off the office chair and onto the floor. She swallowed as Sam stood up above her, his hand sliding into her hair and pulling her head back so that she had to look at him.
‘Unlike the blokes upstairs, I only one one shot at you,’ he said, clipping his words. ‘Until I get a promotion and a girl kneeling at my side all day to bring me drinks and to drink my cum whenever I want. So I’m going to make it fun for me and unpleasant for you.’
Madeleine flinched, as Sam’s other hand stroked across her cheek hard, pushing her face sideways, demonstrating how easily he could push her around.
‘That way you’ll remember me,’ he promised vindictively. ‘Open your mouth, darling. I love shoving my dick down a girl’s throat.’
Madeleine opened her mouth obediently, unable to stop herself obeying him. She shivered as he loosened his belt and trousers, pulling the leather strap right from his trousers and wrapping it around the back of her neck. His shaft was already erect and Madeleine gasped as a stream of warm precum slid from him and landed across her cheek and lips.
Sam smiled as he used his grip in her hair and a hand on his shaft to paint her open lips with his precum, smearing the slippery liquid across her mouth. Madeleine wanted to cry as she smelled his rich, musky scent.
He’s going to fuck my face, she thought helplessly. I can’t stop him.
‘Open wider, darling,’ Sam smirked at her, ‘and make sure you cover your teeth with your lips. If I feel your teeth against my dick, I’ll smack you.’
Fuck, he’s awful, Madeleine thought, gulping as she opened her mouth wider open, stretching her lips across her teeth. Sam fed the tip of his shaft into her mouth, moaning as he felt her tongue sliding across his thick head. Madeleine wanted to cry as she inhaled his rich, musky scent and felt the silken smooth skin of his cock against her lips and tongue for the first time.
‘I’ll teach you to enjoy a man shafting you,’ Sam sniggered, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. ‘I bet you mostly go for girls, don’t you? Like all the sluts at Harrowville? Too scared to enjoy a man inside you.’
It wasn’t a question and Madeleine blushed. She was bisexual but her two previous partners had been women. It’s not like that, she wanted to argue with him. I like sex with men and women! And this is not my natural purpose!
‘Heh, I don’t mind,’ he sniggered, pulling her deeper onto him with his grip on her hair. ‘I like fucking a girl who hasn’t had a dick in her for a while. Your fuckhole will be nice and tight for me. I’ll break you open, darling.’
Oh gods, he’s awful, Madeleine thought, but she was losing the ability to think straight as Sam started to pump his stiff cock deeper into her mouth, running his tip across the roof of her mouth.
‘Suck on me, darling,’ he commanded her, and Madeleine felt herself obeying, closing her lips tightly around his silken stiffness and using her tongue along the length of his shaft. ‘That’s it,’ he groaned, his eyes closing as he gasped with sudden pleasure. ‘Fuck yes, oh fuck damn! Harder, you bitch!’
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