The Peachtree Diaries: 6

‘I want your dick in my hole, teaching me a lesson,’ Madeleine gasped… Horribly, she realised it was even true. She did want him inside her – her cunt felt like a wet, desperate, empty hole, begging her for sensation. Her inner thighs were desperate to close around his hips and thighs, she wanted to arch her back and give him all of her.

‘See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ Sam sneered at her again. ‘I’m going to fuck you hard, darling. You’ll remember me even after you’ve had twenty men inside you every day for a month.’

When Madeleine starts a new job, she doesn’t expect the men of the company to be able to mind control her…

The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 6

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

‘See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ Sam sneered. ‘Sluts like you think you can deny men but you’ll change your tune after you’ve had twenty men inside you every day.’

Oh no, Madeleine thought, but, forbidden from speaking, she couldn’t vocalise her horror. It couldn’t be true anyway, she rationalised. None of what Sam said could be true. Maybe this was still just a dream brought about by her fears of working at Peachtree and her sadness that Harrowville was gone.

She didn’t really have time to think though because Sam was lowering his body across hers, his hips in between her legs, his mouth caressing the side of her face like a lover would. A strong hand closed around one of her breasts, squeezing hard, and he gasped with pleasure.

‘Sometimes,’ he grunted, ‘they have a party and they let entry-level blokes like me have an orgy with the girls upstairs. We can do what we want to the hussies for an afternoon or an evening.’ He laughed, a short, happy laugh. ‘You’ll see. You’ll be one of them soon enough.’

Madeleine moaned, hating how her body was loving the feeling of him writhing down against her. He was clearly enjoying the feeling of her soft body trapped beneath him.

‘But I like raping the new whores best,’ Sam grunted, his hard hand groping down her side to her hip. ‘I’ve been watching you, watching these big udders of yours, waiting, dammit, for you to ripen so I could finally have you. Damn you’re wet and ready for me, aren’t you? Like a fucking ripe peach.’

Madeleine whimpered, trying desperately to resist him, but she couldn’t. He was running the hard tip of his shaft back and forth, up and down across her pussy, sliding himself arrogantly past her pussy lips, masturbating against her wetness.

‘Beg me,’ Sam growled again, his hand back on her breast, squeezing hard again to show his control over her. ‘Beg me to split you open. Beg me to impale you. Beg me to teach you what you’re worth.’

‘Please,’ Madeleine whimpered, moaning as she felt Sam’s breath hot on her neck. ‘Please split me open,’ she whispered, wishing she could somehow stop the words spilling out her mouth. ‘Please impale me,’ she cried. ‘Please teach me what I’m worth.’

Her body couldn’t stop yearning for him to be inside her – gods, she was so very wet, she really wanted him.

I know what I’m worth, she thought rebelliously, but the thought seemed useless as Sam grunted, lining himself up with her entrance, and started to push himself into her. He hadn’t put a condom on and she shivered at the thought of him fucking her bare. She actually wasn’t on birth control at the moment — she hadn’t had a male partner in quite a few years and she hadn’t been bothered to keep taking the pills.

I’ve never fucked a man bare before, she thought to herself as Sam thrust hard with his hips and she half-screamed as she felt his thick head stretching her entrance. Her body was tight and unused to penetration, and it almost hurt as he kept pushing, his breath heavy and fast against her cheek, his hands hot on her skin.

‘I’ll break you open,’ he grunted, the words slurring again as he thrust hard with his hips. Madeleine heard herself actually screaming as he forced his way inside her vagina. ‘Damn, you’re tight,’ he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening cruelly as he thrust hard again, and Madeleine screamed again as she felt him slide further into her.

‘You’ll learn to enjoy this,’ Sam sniggered, clearly enjoying her screams. ‘You’ll learn to beg for it, again and again, while the men laugh at you for being such a stupid slut.’

I’m not, I won’t, Madeleine thought rebelliously but she realised that she had very little idea as to what Peachtree could actually do to her. If they could control her mind and body like this, then maybe they could re-write her personality as well.

With a final, harsh thrust, Sam slid the last few inches deep into her, and Madeleine heard herself crying out again, half in shock, half in desperate need, as he came to rest against her deep inner wall.

‘Fuck, you’re good,’ he groaned, resting for a moment, his breath hot on her skin, his whole body tense. ‘Damn, I could stay inside you all day. Tell me this is what your hole is for.’

‘This is what my hole is for,’ Madeleine whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.

Sam was too big inside her, and too stiff. Her entrance ached where he had forced his way into her, and his erection, buried balls deep in her vagina, felt like a rod of silken iron, an alien invader inside her.

‘Too right,’ Sam grunted, pulling himself up onto his elbows on either side of Madeleine’s head, grinning down at her. ‘Use your inner muscles on my dick. Go on. Fuck me with your hole. Earn your keep.’

I hate you, Madeleine thought but she obeyed him, starting to clench and release her muscles around him, gyrating her hips. Gods, he was too big but it felt amazing as she forced herself to fuck him, the humiliating words ringing in her ears.

Fuck me with your hole.

Earn your keep.

Luckily, or unluckily, Sam clearly got bored of staying still while Madeleine fucked him, and soon he started to slide back into her in long, languorous thrusting motions that she could feel along the full length of her channel.

‘Tell me you’re happy I’m fucking you today,’ he grunted, his words an order.

‘I’m happy you’re fucking me today,’ Madeleine whispered as their bodies moved together, her legs wide and her hips tilted so that he could fully access her.

‘I know you are,’ Sam smirked, a mean grin on his face. ‘Or at least, you will be. That’s what you’ll learn upstairs — you’ll stop thinking that I raped you, and you’ll just be pathetically grateful that your masters finally freed you to achieve your true purpose.’

That’s nonsense, Madeleine thought but it was a helpless, scared thought. Could they make her be grateful? Could they make her thankful that Sam had forced her, against her will?

‘It’s always a bit sad when the girls finally succumb,’ Sam chuckled, thrusting harder suddenly into her so that Madeleine yelped. ‘I like shafting a bitch who doesn’t want me.’

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Chapter 7 of ‘The Peachtree Diaries’ is now available here.

Pixie Isobella