‘Where do you want me to fuck you then, Molly?’ my boss asked, still sounding amused. ‘In your front garden? In your lounge room? Across the kitchen counter?’
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 25
Molly’s Cage is femsub maledom office erotica with non-consent, discipline, chastity belts, lactation and impregnation themes. Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
‘Where do you want me to fuck you then, Molly?’ Mr Hunter asked, still sounding amused. ‘In your front garden? In your lounge room? Across the kitchen counter?’
I’ll let you me fuck anywhere, I thought helplessly.
‘No,’ I said, trying somehow to get control over the conversation. ‘Not there. I mean…’ I said, but Mr Hunter interrupted me.
‘So, you only fuck men in the corridors at work, is that it?’ he continued, smiling, even as his words struck at me like a snake.
I knew he was punishing me now. Punishing me for being angry with him, for talking back. For not being the compliant, smiling doll he always trained me to be.
‘You need to be taken up against the wall, do you, Molly?’ Mr Hunter continued sarcastically. ‘Is that your favourite?’
‘I don’t,’ I said, fresh tears streaming down my face at how mean he was. ‘I don’t. I only did that there because Mr Phillips wanted it. And Mr Baldwin too.’ I flushed hotly to hear myself admitting that two men from the firm had had sex with me up against a wall.
‘You make yourself available,’ Mr Hunter reprimanded me softly, ‘and men will do you anywhere, Molly. But I think you want that. Don’t deny it.’
‘I don’t want that,’ I said, but I was lying, and he knew it.
I wanted to fuck all the time now, and I imagined myself having intercourse everywhere — in the office, at home, in the supermarket, at the bus station.
‘How about here?’ Mr Hunter asked, gesturing to the dark roadway. ‘I could pull over now. I could do you on the gravel next to the car, your face and tits in the dirt. I think you’d like that.’
‘I…’ I said, my face burning brightly. Just let him fuck me wherever he wants, my cunt whispered treacherously. Yes, now. Yes, in the road. He’ll be big and hard and rough, just like you like. ‘That’s ridiculous,’ I said, but I knew I had waited too long to respond.
‘I reckon I could do you,’ Mr Hunter chuckled, ‘and then after I’ve cum inside you a couple of times, I could flag down cars until I find some other blokes who want you. You’d like it like that, wouldn’t you, darling? Your hips in the air and some unknown bloke you can’t see grunting away inside you?’
‘You’re being so cruel,’ I said, my voice breaking to a whisper, tears sliding down my cheeks.
The awful thing was that I knew I would enjoy what Mr Hunter was describing. I wouldn’t have enjoyed it in the past, but I would now. I would lie there, next to the road with my face and boobs in the dirt, groaning with need while a strange man thrust himself inside me, humping me.
‘Do I even get to choose?’ I asked, looking out the front of the car with eyes full of tears. ‘You haven’t let me choose anything else.’
‘No,’ Mr Hunter said, smirking across at me, his voice quiet again, and compelling. ‘You don’t get to choose anything, Molly. Not anymore. You chose to become a slut, and now you’ll live with the consequences. Men will want you where and when they want, and you’ll just have to put up with that. Won’t you?’
No, my brain thought helplessly.
Yes, screamed my body, desperate for more sex — harder and rougher and even more demeaning than it had been earlier in the day with Mr Phillips.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered feeling lost.
We turned into my street and I was silent, watching the houses slide by until the car reached my house. I wished the whole conversation unsaid. Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? Now Mr Hunter would be looking for a way to punish me.
I was dumber than I thought I was, because I assumed that he would punish me next week at work. But he surprised me by switching off the car’s engine and unbuckling his seatbelt, a cool look on his face.
‘I’m coming inside, my girl,’ he said. ‘In more ways than one.’ He smirked at me and his voice was rich with innuendo. ‘I told you months ago that I would discipline you with my cock if I needed to. I can see that I need to bring you in line, and ramming my cock into you will at least bring me some pleasure while I do it.’
‘No, please,’ I said, my voice breaking. ‘Please don’t punish me.’
I don’t want him to fuck me like that, I thought miserably.
‘Get out of the car, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice flat and uncaring. ‘You know that disobedient sluts who talk back get punished. I thought you had learned better by now.’
I was silent, feeling stupid, and he kept talking. ‘I’ll do you on your sofa, Molly. Unless of course I decide the front doorstep is a better fit, in full view of the neighbours — just what a disobedient slut like you deserves.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered, flushing hotly, opening my door to climb out of the car.
Suddenly, I regretted every one of my choices. I couldn’t do this. Sex with Mr Hunter would be too intimate, too revealing. He had been tormenting me for months now, groping me, shaving me, humiliating me, and yet I had never been intimate with him. I didn’t want to be intimate with him.
And yet, another part of me did want it. I wanted him so badly. I had been dreaming about his suave, uncaring voice and his cruel eyes and his strong body for months now. I had wanted to lie beneath him, feeling him inside me, using me like a toy.
He’s going to punish me, I thought bleakly, and I had no idea what that would even be like.
All I knew was that whatever was about to happen, I wasn’t going to stop it. I wanted him too badly for that, even when he was cruel to me.
I felt numb as Mr Hunter followed me up the path to my front door and into my house. It seemed to take forever, and yet it was way too soon when he closed my front door behind him with a click, shutting me into my narrow hallway with him. It felt like another invasion, all over again, to see my boss inside my old, cheap but cosy house. He snapped his fingers at me, and I could see no kindness in his eyes, only triumph.
‘I’ll do you in the loungeroom, Molly,’ he said. ‘I don’t have too much time to waste giving you a lesson. I’ve got an engagement this evening. And we do want your first time with me to be memorable, don’t we, darling?’
‘I’m not a thing to be done,’ I said glaring at him, but I was already leading him through the house, down the narrow corridor to my living room.
‘Oh, but you are,’ Mr Hunter chuckled happily. ‘So much more than you even know.’
I looked up at him defiantly when we arrived in my living room, feeling vulnerable all over again. He looked out of place here in my private space, and I wondered what he saw of me here. He just looked at me dismissively though, and I flushed with humiliation.
‘Get your udders out,’ Mr Hunter said, echoing Mr Phillips from earlier. ‘Don’t bother taking your shirt or bra off. We’re not making love, my girl. I’m teaching you a lesson.’
‘I don’t want you to teach me a lesson,’ I muttered grumpily, feeling besmirched.
I didn’t know why I had let this mean man into my living room. Nevertheless, I undid the buttons on my shirt just down as far as my waist and then I pulled my bra straps off my shoulders, releasing my heavy breasts into the air. They hung full and round out past my clothing, their exposure seeming even more obscene because I wasn’t fully naked.
Mr Hunter just stood looking at me while I obeyed him, then he snapped his fingers at me.
‘Skirt up,’ he said. ‘Let’s get that cumhole of yours all empty and ready for my cock, shall we?’
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