Pixie Isobella

‘Tell me you’re happy I’m fucking you today,’ Sam 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 be pathetically grateful that your masters finally freed you to achieve your true purpose.’

The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 7

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

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

He sneered as he stabbed himself hard into her again.

‘It’s always a bit sad, later,’ he continued. ‘When the sluts have been broken in, like tired, run-down riding horses. I prefer pounding a woman who doesn’t want me.’

He’s horrible, Madeleine whispered to herself. How can he even think things like that about women? But she was unable to hear the words outside her own head as she still wasn’t allowed to speak unless he allowed it.

She cried out again as Sam pulled himself almost all the way out of her and stabbed himself back into her, painfully hard against her cervix. She didn’t understand why no-one came to investigate the noise but maybe the room was sound-proofed. Anyway, there was no escape as Sam started to pound hard into her, pulling all the way out before slamming himself back into her, using a scooping motion with his hips to get the benefit of the full length of channel before stabbing himself into her cervix again and again.

Madeleine was crying out incoherently, unable to stop herself, as Sam fucked her harder and faster, his body grinding down against hers. Her body had loosened up and he moved easily in and out of her wetness. She blushed at the wet feeling where their bodies met — dammit, she had never even had unprotected sex with a man before and he was undoubtedly going to cum inside her, the arrogant arsehole.

‘Oh gods,’ he grunted suddenly, and she realised he was about to ejaculate. ‘Fuck, I’m cumming into you, fuuuck that’s so damn good!’

Sam’s whole body stiffened, his breath almost shuddering as he gasped emptying himself deep into her. Madeleine blushed again, hating him and the feeling of sudden, intense intimacy with the horrible man.

Dammit, he had known he was raping her, and he hadn’t cared. Actually, he had enjoyed it.

And he’s inside me now, she wanted to cry. Fuck, I hope I don’t get pregnant.

Sam rested arrogantly on top of her for a long time as his breath came back to normal, his cock slowly softening and relaxing inside her. He pulled himself up off her eventually, his dick sliding out of her in one long, casual movement that made her gasp with shock at the reminder of his recent violation.

He just thinks he can get hard and force his way into me, she thought angrily, hating how she was lying on the couch, her breasts spilling wantonly out beyond her clothing, her legs spread, her wet, ravished cunt fully on display.

Sam stood over her, tidying his clothes, and Madeleine blushed to hear him whistling to himself with pleasure. He looked down at her eventually, a sardonic look on his face.

‘You were a good enough fuck,’ he sneered, running his eyes down over her body. ‘Let’s have a look at your hole, shall we?’

Madeleine flinched, desperately wishing she could pull away as Sam knelt down the end of the couch, lowering his head to peer closely at her cunt. She whimpered to herself as she felt four fingers parting her labia and she heard his sniggering laugh as he pushed an arrogant, casual finger straight back into her, making her feel like he was fucking her all over again.

‘You’re covered in my seed,’ he smirked. ‘And I’m just the first. You’re going to lose count soon of the number of men who’ve gotten their pleasure inside this sweet little hole, my dear.’ Madeleine moaned again as he rubbed his finger back and forth inside her. ‘You sure are a wet little slut, I’ll give you that. Let’s see how long it takes the blokes upstairs to plant a baby inside you, shall we?’

No! Madeleine thought, wanting to yell the word but completely unable to. She was suddenly feeling scared — she had no idea where she was up to on her cycle and she knew that Sam could very well have just impregnated her. I can’t have a baby, she thought, wanting to cry.

‘Get up,’ Sam said eventually, removing his finger and standing up himself, wiping her juices off him with a tissue. ‘I’ve had my fun and it’s time for you to go upstairs, my darling.’

Madeleine pulled herself obediently to her feet, shivering as she complied with his orders to leave her clothes as they were.

‘None of the Harrowville sluts will see you on the way to the lift,’ he said simply, ‘and any blokes who see you might as well get the pleasure. I already told you that girls aren’t allowed on the 6th floor unless their tits are bare.’

His eyes drifted down over her bare groin while Madeleine shuddered at being forced to show herself publicly like this.

‘The intake officer upstairs will get a kick out of you arriving like this,’ he smirked, clearly seeing her unease. ‘What do you reckon he doesn’t push you forward straightaway and ram himself right into you? That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? He’ll plough your holes for sure, don’t you worry.’

Madeleine felt like she was moving in a dream. Sam made her pick up the ‘letter’ he had forced her to write off the desk.

‘Give it to the man in the office upstairs opposite the lift,’ he said. ‘Or if you forget that order, any man upstairs will know where to direct you. They’ll get you started.’

Then he led her to the lift while she trembled, still unable to believe what was happening. Her pussy and cunt felt so sensitive from Sam’s rough use, and she was still so very wet.

I hope I don’t have any of his cum running down my legs, she thought miserably.

Sam had been correct — Madeleine didn’t see any other women on the path to the lift that she could try to signal for rescue, only a few men who grinned broadly to see her, each winking at Sam or slapping his back in comradely fashion.

‘One of the Harrowville chicks, right?’ one of the men said to Sam, smirking as he looked her over. ‘Is she a good lay?’

‘Heh,’ Sam just laughed, making Madeleine furious as he slid a hand down her arm to cup one of her breasts possessively. ‘I had fun fucking the bitch,’ he confirmed, nodding at the other man. ‘She didn’t want me inside her, of course, but she didn’t get a choice.’

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Chapter 8 of ‘The Peachtree Diaries’ is here.

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It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. In light of political events, I want to say: my stories are not your manifesto or anyone else’s. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

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