‘Fuck,’ Riley groaned. ‘Damn straight, this is the life.’ He laughed out loud, before winking at Madeleine as if everything was a huge joke. ‘You hate me now, darling, but you’ll be begging me for this dick in a few months,’ he promised.
He started to ram himself into her, using his leverage against her to pound his hips into her groin again and again while she moaned and cried out. She wanted to argue that it was fear or shock or hatred making her moan but it simply wasn’t true. Even more than Sam’s cock, this man felt good inside her, and her body wanted more…
The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 9
[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]
The ride in the lift up to the 6th floor took far too long and not long enough.
Madeleine wished she was going downstairs but Sam had ordered her into the lift and ordered her to travel to the 6th floor. She had no choice.
Riley had ejaculated deep inside her with a yell of sheer triumph. Moments later, she had found herself standing back on the ground on legs that wouldn’t stop trembling. Riley simply high-fived Sam before walking away, humming with pleasure after shooting his load inside her.
Grinning, Sam had walked her straight to the lift, pushing her inside and ordering her to travel up to level 6 and present herself up there for inspection.
He had forbidden her again from touching her clothes so she felt ridiculous when she finally stepped out of the lift — her naked breasts on display and her skirt high up around her hips. She felt horrifically exposed — she was sure anyone looking at her could tell she had just had sex in the corridor.
As if the people in charge at Peachtree didn’t trust men like Sam to enforce their rules, the lift foyer on level 6 was emblazoned with notices.
Reminder: All women except Mrs Lavish and her female guests must bare their tits to enter this level.
Reminder: At Peachtree, all women’s bodies are for the enjoyment of men. Do not pass this point without the appropriate uniform or you will be disciplined.
Reminder: This is an impregnation zone. No birth control is to be brought past this point. Any ladies found with contraband in their possession will receive formal discipline.
The formal notices around the door were accompanied by line-up of obscene posters around the walls, each emblazoned with the formal Peachtree logo and corporate branding.
A brunette woman with huge breasts bared, a cheery smile on her face. Tits out girls! the slogan read, while a line-up of men was pictured standing by, either giving a thumbs up of approval or clapping in celebration.
A blonde woman, her breasts on display and her skirt held high around her waist, with a smile on her face and the excited caption I am ready for breeding!.
And a red-headed woman with an exaggerated figure, wearing what Madeleine assumed must be the ‘uniform’ — a bra that was little more than a set of straps to show off her breasts and a similarly non-existent skirt. The woman had various green ticks on her body to show how well she was behaving with the following captions: Tits on display, Arse available for fucking and Babyhole ready for a man’s penetration.
Madeleine bit her lip, blushing hotly. She had no idea how the company even got away with this — did they not have routine work health safety inspections? She trembled, not wanting to enter the floor, but she had no choice.
She stepped through the automatic doors and walked up to the reception area just beyond the lifts, her heart sinking. She was already able to see the broad grin on the face of the man sitting there as he watched her approach.
The intake officer, she thought. The man who will ‘get a kick out of’ me arriving like this.
What do you reckon he doesn’t push you forward straightaway and ram himself right into you? Sam had smirked. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? He’ll plough your holes for sure, don’t you worry.
‘You must be Sam’s girl,’ the man leered, winking at her. ‘I’m Cole — that’s ‘Mr Cole’ to you, darling,’ he clarified. ‘Sam said you had good tits.’ His eyes ran over her, making Madeleine flush as he lingered on her breasts. ‘And a cunt full of cum, so I hear. What a slut you are indeed!’
Mr Cole chuckled as if it was a joke. Madeleine felt ill, wondering at the same time why she got a spike of arousal driving through her at the memory of the men downstairs fucking her, ejaculating into her…
‘Read me your letter, girl,’ Mr Cole ordered and, feeling numb, Madeleine unfolded the sheet of paper she still had clenched in her hand.
Suddenly, the words Sam had forced her to write seemed too gross, too obscene, too unreal.
She tried to disobey Mr Cole’s but it seemed that, whatever the mind control was, it was still working. She wondered suddenly, almost feeling hysterical, if the mind control was all men or just the men in this building or just her while she was in this building. And did it ever wear off or would it last forever?
It can’t, Madeleine thought, horrified at the very thought. I have to escape. She took comfort from the notices on the door. They at least implied that women did come and go, needing to arrive every morning wearing their ‘uniforms’ and obeying this place’s obscene, unfair rules.
‘T-to whom it may concern,’ Madeleine stumbled over the words, wishing the man — Mr Cole — wasn’t watching her semi-nakedness so avidly. He was going to fuck her. She already knew he was. ‘I am a worthless slut,’ she heard herself say, unable to stop the humiliating words coming out of her mouth. ‘Men are my natural masters and my only purpose is to please you sexually.’
Who thought up this stuff? she thought, shivering inside at the memory of Sam and Riley’s cum inside her. The memory of how ruthlessly the two man had decided they were allowed to access her body.
‘Damn straight,’ Mr Cole leered, winking at her. ‘I do so love watching you girls learn your lessons,’ he chuckled. ‘Almost as much as I love looking at those huge udders of yours, darling. Keep going.’
Madeleine swallowed, unable to stop herself obeying him despite his crudeness and lack of respect. I’m just like an automaton, she thought helplessly.
‘I belong on my back with a man’s dick inside me,’ she read aloud, her cunt clenching suddenly at the memory of both Sam and Riley’s invasion of her and how horribly good it had felt. Even worse, her brain suddenly fed her an image of her lying beneath this man while he enjoyed her.
He’s going to fuck me, she thought, knowing it was true. And I might even enjoy it, even though he’s crude and gross.
‘I love being at Peachtree,’ Madeleine continued, ‘because you have taught me my true role and purpose — to serve my natural masters on my knees and with my legs spread. I’m glad…’ her voice broke as she continued, unable to stop even though her voice sounded hoarse and strained. ‘I’m glad to keep my tits bare for your pleasure, I know men prefer me this way.’
‘Well done, darling,’ Mr Cole sneered at her as she finished reading. ‘Sam was right. You are ready for training and impregnation. Hand it to me,’ he ordered and Madeleine handed the letter over, wondering if she was going to faint as she felt Peachtree’s trap closing in around her.
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Chapter 10 of The Peachtree Diaries is here.
It’s not a manifesto
I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. ‘The Peachtree Diaries’ is on the hardcore end of that. But 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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