Pixie Isobella

My boss smiled cruelly. ‘Difficult as it may be to understand,’ he said, ‘your pleasure is irrelevant, my dear. If the man penetrating you has a good time, well then, that’s all that matters.’

Molly is accustomed to being the office fucktoy…

My new book Molly’s Chains is out today!!

When an office restructure places Molly under the control of cruel new supervisors, she has new lessons to learn. For her new bosses, Molly is simply a convenient fuckhole, built and trained for male pleasure.

To make matters worse, her young co-workers have finally realised that there is more to Molly’s slutty behaviour than meets the eye — and they’re determined to make the most of it.

Trapped between them all, Molly is unable to stop her acceleration into a permanent role as the perfect slut — a big-breasted, fuckable animal who wants nothing but sex and always does as she is told.

Will Molly summon her willpower and defy her degrading fate? Or will the men who control her life complete their plan force her complete obedience, and bind her forever as the sweet, compliant office toy that they are determined she will become?

Molly’s Chains is the third steamy novel in the Molly saga! It contains themes of non-consent, office humiliation and submission, forced lactation, breast augmentation, and slut training.

Available now on All These Roadworks 💖

Molly’s Cage: Chapter 27

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.

‘Your pleasure is irrelevant, Molly,’ said Mr Hunter as he pulled the dildo out of me in one movement. ‘If the man penetrating you has a good time, well,’ he shrugged. ‘Well, then, that’s all that matters.’

I wanted to argue with him that he was wrong, that my pleasure was also important, but it was too hard to argue with him while I was in such a compromising position — my breasts naked, my legs spread and the dildo still wet with my juices in his hand.

Plus, I really did want him to fuck me.

I didn’t want to argue with him so much that he left without me feeling what sex was like with him. And — paradoxically — I also wanted him to enjoy himself inside me. I wanted the warm glow of knowing that I had given him a good time.

Mr Hunter looked up and around the room as if searching for something, finally walking across to my desk and grabbing a tray of stationery. I watched him fearfully, not knowing what he was doing, until he showed me a handful of medium bulldog clips, and my eyes widened in fear.

‘I think these will hurt, don’t you, Molly?’ he asked sanguinely.

‘Please don’t,’ I said quickly, suddenly starting to breathe fast and shallowly. Oh gods, he had said it would be a ‘lesson’ but stupidly, I hadn’t even thought of him deciding to inflict pain on me.

Mr Hunter ignored me of course, settling himself down onto my coffee table, and starting to tug at one of my nipples with practised ease. I wanted to look away as he teased the sensitive nub into full, eager hardness, but I couldn’t stop watching with anticipation and horror.

‘Say ‘thank you’ girl,’ he said, smiling down at me with my hard nipple in one hand and one of the bulldog clips in the other hand. ‘Thank me for this lesson I’m about to give you.’

The bulldog clips terrified me, I knew they were going to hurt.

‘Please don’t do this,’ I said again, meeting his eyes with my own desperate ones.

‘You’re a toy, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said, frowning down at me. ‘You seem to have difficulty with this concept, so it’s my responsibility to teach you. You are a slutty little toy for your masters’ pleasure. Your comfort doesn’t matter. Nothing about you matters right now, except for that comfortable body of yours I’ll be lying on top of soon, and that wet hole between your legs where I’ll be getting my pleasure.’

‘Please,’ I begged, moving restlessly on the couch, my eyes on his as if I was drowning and he was the only person who could rescue me.

‘Say ‘thank you’ for the lesson, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said firmly, his eyes narrowing, his voice a reprimand at my insolence. ‘It’s going to hurt. You’re going to hate it.’ He grinned. ‘Then I’ll do you. When you’re whimpering with the pain and wondering how you’re going to survive until I stop it. I’m planning to take you rough, my girl. I like my sex hard and brutal. Don’t worry, I’ll show you who is boss.’ He smiled down at me, sheer confidence in his face, and I knew I was going to give way to him. ‘Say the words, girl.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ I said, muttering the words, flushing hotly as I did. ‘Thank you for the lesson.’

You can’t use pain to teach me to obey, I wanted to scream, but he could, and he knew it.

‘See,’ Mr Hunter said patronisingly. ‘That wasn’t so hard, was it?’

Then I was shrieking with shock and fright and pain, my head rocking back and forth, as Mr Hunter clamped the first bulldog clip over my nipple. Oh gods, it hurt so very badly, I felt as though the base of my nipple was being crushed by the sharp metal, almost cutting into my soft flesh.

‘That’s it,’ Mr Hunter said in satisfaction, teasing the clamp back and forth so that I actually yelled out from the pain. ‘Take your medicine, my girl. Let’s do your other one, shall we?’

Before I could take time to think, he clamped the second bulldog clamp onto my second nipple. I was whimpering and crying with shock and pain as both my nipples screamed at me, becoming burning nubs of pain.

Why can’t we just fuck, like normal people? I wanted to ask him as tears ran down my face.

It was when Mr Hunter moved back down between my legs that I got really scared though. He pushed my knees casually further apart, starting to tease my clitoris with practised fingers. He had touched me so much in various ways over the previous months that it didn’t really even feel weird him touching me there.

‘No, please,’ I gasped, begging him with my eyes. My nipples burned with pain, and I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have one of the bulldog clips on my clit. ‘Please, not there. Please don’t. Oh, please, Mr Hunter.’

‘Heh,’ said Mr Hunter, still teasing my aroused clit, ignoring my pleas. ‘Say ‘thank you’ again Molly. Do it. I’m teaching you a lesson, and the sooner you show me evidence that you’re learning it, the sooner I’ll think about taking these clips off you.’

‘But I don’t…’ I gasped, almost wailing. ‘I don’t want…’ I didn’t want my clit to hurt with the same pain in my breasts. Mr Hunter met my eyes, an unwavering, unfeeling expression on his face, and I gulped. I wasn’t going to win. I could never win.

I tried once more. ‘Please, sir,’ I begged, hating myself for begging him. ‘Please not on my clit. I’ll do anything you want.’

‘Silly girl,’ he chuckled, still teasing my clitoris so that I wanted to scream at how good it felt. Oh gods, it was going to hurt when he put the bulldog clip onto me there. ‘This is what I want. If you’ll do anything that I want, then say the words. Thank me, Molly, for all the time and effort I’ve spent on you. I said I was going to make this fucking less pleasurable for you than you’d like.’

I can’t, I thought helplessly as a fresh wave of pain spasmed through my nipples.

But even as I whimpered helplessly, wishing that he wasn’t so cruel, I heard myself answering him.

‘Thank you, sir,’ I said, tears streaming harder down my face, hating him. ‘Thank you for the lesson.’

The last words were lost in my screams as Mr Hunter clipped the final bulldog clip sideways across my clit. I screamed for real this time, unable to believe the crushing feeling of stabbing pain right across the sensitive flesh.

‘That’s it, my girl,’ Mr Hunter murmured, pushing the bulldog clip back and forth, intensifying the sensations and making me scream louder. My nipples and clit were each a hot nub of pain, dwarfing anything else that I was feeling.

‘Good girl,’ he said, his voice soft and caressing. ‘Learning your lessons, like an obedient girl.’

Molly’s story continues…

Read the full novel and its two sequels!!

• Molly’s Cage on All These Roadworks or Smashwords!
• Molly’s Promise on All These Roadworks!
• Molly’s Chains on All These Roadworks!

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