Pixie Isobella

‘Stupid bitch,’ Boulder laughed once into my face… ‘You’d do anything for cock. Wouldn’t you? We’ll make good use of that.’

Words fled as he was ramming himself hard into me while I writhed up against him and clenched my pussy around him again and again, and I was gasping and moaning, desperate to feel more of him, more and harder. An instant or an eternity later, I felt myself cumming, embarrassingly, horrifyingly, around Boulder’s shaft.

I usually find it pretty difficult to orgasm but not that day, and Boulder laughed in triumphant amusement down at me. I couldn’t believe how passionately, desperately, I had wanted him inside me.

It’s the drugs*, I told myself. *It’s whatever they injected into me. Garnet said it made people horny.

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Vanessa’s Fall: Chapter 6

[Vanessa’s Fall contains heavy non-consent, male domination, female submission and enslavement, breeding and lactation themes and mind control. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]

It’s the drugs, I told myself. It’s whatever they injected into me. Garnet said it made people horny.

‘Was that good, my darling?’ I heard Garnet’s voice from far away and I wanted to cry.

I felt as though Garnet and Boulder were comic book villains — she the wicked dominatrix, Boulder her mindless lover and sidekick. But it was hard to laugh at them when I could still feel Boulder’s cock softening inside me and I knew his semen was inside me, arrogantly ejaculated right against my womb entrance.

I flushed, and I didn’t know what I was most angry about. His careless masculine arrogance in not caring if he got me pregnant, or my own hot, needy feeling of arousal that had flushed through me at the thought of his seed inside me.

‘Heh,’ said Boulder, his voice rough.

He pulled himself back up onto his elbows, still letting his hips rest heavy down on top of me, emphasising his dick still inside me. My body was wet with sweat and I knew that, while some of it was mine, much of it was Boulder’s. I was disturbed by how much of a turn-on that was.

Garnet came across and stood at his shoulder, her manicured hand resting on him while she looked down at me. I flushed at her gaze, feeling how naked I was all over again, knowing that she had just watched me fucking on the couch.

‘We’re going to get very familiar with each other,’ she said, her eyes resting hungrily on my breasts. ‘You’ll learn how to please me. If you’re lucky, I’ll even share you with my board. They’ve been going on at me to provide them with a good fucktoy.’

‘No,’ I gasped, wondering why I bothered saying anything. ‘You…’ I broke off. ‘You can’t use me like this.’

I felt so powerless to be trying to argue back while Boulder was still half naked on top of me, his dick softening inside my cunt. It also felt wrong to argue with her like this when really, I just wanted to fuck more.

‘I can,’ Garnet said. ‘You’ve showed me that I can use you however I like.’ She snickered gently, her eyes glancing down over my nakedness in an embarrassing demonstration of how much power she had over me. ‘In fact, you make me wonder whether you wouldn’t just be more valuable in a pleasure cage in my office.’

‘I’d like that,’ said Boulder, leering down at me.

‘You’ll still get her every day, my darling,’ Garnet said, caressing the backs of her fingers across his cheek. ‘And I’m working on obtaining a different pleasure toy for the board. You’ll get to use her too.’

‘What… what do you want from me?’ I asked, wanting to cry as Boulder pulled himself up onto his knees, his flaccid penis pulling casually out of my insides and leaving me feeling empty.

I should have felt gross, besmirched and disgusting, but I didn’t. Tiredly, I realised I just wanted more sex.

I rolled over onto my knees, pulling my button-up shirt around me, trying to find some self-control and dignity. Garnet just watched me tolerantly, and I felt filthy next to her stylish, clean elegance.

‘You’re going to work for me,’ Garnet said. ‘I told you that before. Listen harder next time. I need a spy. And,’ she stepped closer to me, lifting my face to look at her with fingers under my chin. ‘You’re a godsend, for reasons that you’ll discover. I have reasons for needing a spy who is bound to me. Who can’t be controlled by others. You’ll be grateful to me, in the end.’

‘I won’t,’ I said, firm in my conviction as I glared sullenly at her.

How dared she do this to me? I hadn’t even known there were drugs that would have this impact on someone.

‘You will,’ Garnet said, letting go of my chin and letting her hands drift downwards, casually pulling my shirt back open again and flicking her fingers across my exposed nipples. I wanted to cry at how good it felt. How dared she take over my body like this? ‘You’ll discover that the world is a dangerous place for a slut like you.’

She smiled at me.

‘Have you heard of Arden Corp? Cornelius Arden, patron of the arts and philanthropic benefactor?’

I tried to think, finding it hard to focus while she kept teasing my breasts.

‘I think so, Ma’am?’ I said uncertainly, hating how that word ‘Ma’am’ slid inevitably off my tongue. ‘He was featured by some leading magazines a while ago. Something to do with ending the trade in illegal diamonds?’ I shrugged. ‘It seemed to good to be true, given that he’s a billionaire.’

I tried not to let my inherent dislike and mistrust of the super wealthy slide into my voice, but I sounded bitter anyway.

‘It was too good to be true,’ Garnet agreed with me. ‘He’s a snake who cares about nothing except his own wealth and power.’ She smiled as she gently squeezed one of my nipples between finger and thumb. ‘He’s got everyone eating out of his hand. But I’m going to take him down. And I need your help.’

‘You could have just asked,’ I said again, grumpily, wishing she would stop touching me so intimately as if my breasts were her fidget toy.

Garnet tugged on my nipple, pulling it painfully out from my body.

‘You’re funny,’ she chuckled. ‘I’m going to enjoy you. Boulder and I will get you trained up, and then I’m going to send you into the lion’s den. My last spy failed miserably, I’m afraid, and she’s almost certainly a sex toy screaming in a basement now. Unless Arden’s already moved her to a factory facility.’

Garnet looked across at Boulder as if for confirmation.

The man just nodded, the short, firm nod of a trusted lieutenant.

‘The girl isn’t in the basement underneath Arden Corp anymore,’ he said, his voice firm. ‘Frances thinks they moved her to an impregnation facility.’ He shrugged. ‘We won’t see her again in any case. Shame — she was a good fuck.’

Their conversation was terrifying me, as I was sure it was meant to. At the words ‘impregnation’, I was reminded uncomfortably of my own missing birth control and Boulder’s seed swimming around inside me right now. I needed to get out of here so I could go find a morning after pill — and then get some more permanent birth control if there was any chance he was going to fuck me again.

‘I’m the nice one,’ said Garnet, pinching one of my nipples between finger and thumb. ‘You probably hate me right now but you’ll learn that I’m the better option. Cornelius Arden is…’ she paused for effect, changing her words. ‘He treats women like clay. Mouldable putty beneath his hands.’

She shrugged. ‘I’m going to miss my last spy. She was the best we had, and now Cornelius Arden will fill her full of fertility drugs, just to pump as many babies out of her as he can. It’s not about her though. It’s mostly to show me that he’s won. When he can’t get to me, he punishes other women instead. You’ll see.’

She smiled down at me as I wanted to pull away, to just get up off the couch and leave the room. My horror was growing. Who the hell were these people? I wanted to tell Garnet that much as she might think she had the moral high ground, forcibly drugging and then letting Boulder rape me was not the sign of a hero.

‘You’ll see what Arden does to women,’ Garnet said, almost as if guessing my thoughts. ‘You’ll discover that I’m the better option,’ she said. ‘And you’ll thank me for getting to you first. In the end.’

Vanessa’s Fall: Chapter 7

Boulder was inside me, hard and thick and rough, and it felt incredible.

His breath was hot on my face as I writhed up against him. I was desperate to feel more of his skin against my bare skin. His hands held my hips still for him to thrust himself into me, intensifying the sensation. I gripped even tighter around him with my legs, loving the feeling of my inner thighs against his skin.

I could hear him laughing as he fucked me, and it wasn’t a nice laugh, but nothing mattered except that he keep thrusting into me rougher, harder, deeper, faster. I wanted him inside me so badly, I needed more, just a little more…

I orgasmed and in that moment of shuddering, sparkling ecstasy, I felt myself awaken. I fell out of my dream into my own bedroom. I was alone in the grim light of early morning, the curtains closed, the blankets tousled around my legs.

I was alone but the endorphins flooding through my system and the hot, wet feeling between my legs made it clear that I had just orgasmed in my sleep.

It wasn’t the first time.

I didn’t want to dream about Boulder or about Garnet, but after months of their weird mind control medicines, I was so aroused that sex was sometimes all I could think about.

I hadn’t worked out a way to escape them yet. When Garnet and Boulder had trapped me, I hadn’t even realised how lonely my life had become. Every night I would retire to my dingy downtown apartment where I scrape by from rent check to rent check, and then I would sit and watch the wealthy people moving past on the main thoroughfare below — on their way to the theatre, to dinner at a fancy restaurant, or just on their way home from work to their families in the posh apartment blocks a few streets up.

Only after Garnet and Boulder caught me in their net did I realise how lonely I was. Even worse, I realised that I just wanted to be one of those anonymous people with their comfortable, indulgent lives. But I had no idea how.

I had trying to be strong for so long, long before Garnet and Boulder, that I had lost something of myself along the way.

Later that morning, trying not to think about sex or the orgasm, I pushed open the door of the office-apartment where Boulder and Garnet had told me to meet them.

I hated how my body was already clenching in desire at the thought of seeing Boulder again. No, that wasn’t quite right. At the thought of being used by Boulder again, while Garnet watched on in delight.

The big, crude man was mean and horrible to me, and I should have hated him, except that my body yearned for that moment when once again I would feel his hands on my skin and his hot, hard rod sliding against my needy flesh, driving into me. I even yearned for the feeling of Garnet’s eyes on my naked skin, her pretty mouth smiling at the sight of Boulder brutalising me all over again.

Of course, I was realistic enough to know that it didn’t need to be him I fucked. It could be anyone. I was so freaking horny right now that — to quote Boulder — I would have literally fucked a man in a carpark, although Boulder’s long, thick shaft and never-ending sex drive sent my desperate cunt into overdrive.

I didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved that Garnet and Boulder had stopped me from getting satisfaction anywhere else. They had given me orders that I wasn’t to be intimate with anyone except people they ordered me to fuck.

‘You’re our toy, Vanessa,’ Garnet had said, stroking my breasts luxuriously, clearly enjoying their full roundness and my soft skin. ‘And we only share with a chosen few. We do want you to be nice and horny when we need you.’

I had been ‘working’ for Garnet and Boulder for nearly three months and the big man had fucked me every single day like clockwork. He never bothered to wear a condom, and I felt relieved that I had acquired birth control.

Nah, I like dumping my load into you, he had said cheerfully the few times I had complained to him about it. I would never admit it to him, but I also enjoyed the sex even more because it was bare. Some deep feminine part of me was deeply aroused by knowing that Boulder’s seed was inside me.

I still didn’t know what Boulder’s real name was. Garnet was Dr Garnet Stein, owner of her own elusive corporation, SteinTech. They always directed me to meet them in an old warehouse office on the city’s west side. The big windows overlooked the river and, in a different situation, I would have loved it up here.

‘Come in, Vanessa,’ I heard Garnet call out, and, shrugging off my distaste, I stepped into the lounge room.

Garnet thought I was her toy and I wished I could disabuse her mind of that presumption. I flushed at the sight of her sitting curled up on a chaise lounge, relaxed with a soft throw rug over her knees on this cold autumn day.

I was still so angry with her for taking control of my autonomy.

I worked exclusively for her and Boulder now, helping them chase down bad debts and suss out business deals. I couldn’t refuse an order from either of them, even though I tried on a daily basis.

‘Over here, love,’ Boulder called to me, pulling me out of my reverie.

I winced to see where he was seated near the bed. The simple medical gear they used to inject me with the mind control medication was already set up next to him.

I had no choice but to walk over to him and so I did, defiant as I tried to drag my legs. I don’t think it ever did any good, except to make me realise all over again how impossible it was to disobey him. I flushed at the satisfied smirk on Boulder’s face. He could see me trying to disobey him and failing.

‘Get over here, sweetheart,’ he reiterated. He winked at me in arrogant triumph as I was forced to walk faster across to sit down in the chair he had ready and waiting for me. ‘Let’s give you your medicine, shall we?’

Vanessa’s Fall: Chapter 8

‘Get over here, sweetheart,’ Boulder said.

He winked at me in arrogant triumph as I was forced to walk faster across to sit down in the chair he had ready and waiting for me. ‘Let’s give you your medicine, shall we?’

‘Please let me go,’ I said as he got my arm ready for the injection. This — asking to be set free — was my daily ritual. ‘You have no right to do this to me,’ I said, the same as I had yesterday and the day before. ‘You know you don’t. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want you to do this.’

I hated that my voice sounded so defeated. I knew it was pointless. I wanted to cry as I looked across the room at the apartment door, simultaneously bare metres and a million miles away from me. I literally couldn’t walk across there right now, not without an express order.

I couldn’t leave this apartment until Garnet or Boulder told me that I could.

‘Not a hope,’ said Garnet cheerfully from where she said in the dappled sunlight from the window, her tablet on her knees. ‘You’re a walking gold mine, my darling.’

She giggled carelessly as if my freedom didn’t matter very much. Of course, to her, it probably didn’t.

‘Anyway,’ she winked at me, ‘Boulder loves fucking you too much. He’s been in a much better mood since he gets to use you every day, haven’t you, darling? Cumming inside you is so good for him.’

Boulder smiled at me as he ran his eyes down over my body, making me flush at the memory of the number of times I had had sex with him. Embarrassingly, I had probably already had sex with him more times than I had had with my longest running boyfriend.

As if guessing my thoughts, Boulder winked at me again, making me flush, before lowering his eyes back down to where he was injecting the mind control drug into my arm.

‘I think our guest enjoys the sex as much as I do,’ he said, grinning. ‘Don’t you, Vanessa?’

I didn’t answer, looking away from them both as I felt the cool flush of the injection rushing into my vein. I didn’t want to admit that I did enjoy the sex. The sex with Boulder was some of the roughest and hardest in my life, but I was freaking horny all the time from the medication they were feeding me.

I fell asleep every night fantasising about the feeling of Boulder inside me. Last night hadn’t been the first time I had awoken, my body clenching around an involuntary orgasm, knowing that I had been dreaming about him fucking me.

‘Speaking of which,’ Boulder said, as he removed the needle from my arm and packed away the medical equipment. ‘Get your breasts out, you slut. I’ll fuck you during today’s briefing. You’re going up against Mr Arden tonight. We need you to be wet and ready for him.’

‘I don’t want to,’ I said, hating how petulant I sounded.

My fingers were already at the neck of my button-up dress, undoing the buttons to bare my breasts. I tried to slow myself down, to undo the buttons more slowly, but it never worked. Suddenly, I was scared. They hadn’t talked much about this ‘Mr Arden’ since the first day I had met him, but what I did know about him terrified me.

From what Boulder and Garnet had let slip, Mr Arden had some kind of supernatural mind control powers that enabled him to command women’s obedience as well as to reshape their bodies.

He keeps a girl in his office, Garnet had said, permanently available for the men on his board to use sexually. As a toy. When they get sick of any particular girl, he makes them a new one. He runs breeding factories and special sex clubs, full of enslaved women who can’t say no and who can’t leave.

I wouldn’t have believed any of it — mind control seemed like something from science fiction — except that the drug Garnet and Boulder were giving me also controlled my will, enabling them absolute control over my actions. I was terrified when I learned that their previous spy had been caught and immediately ensnared in Mr Arden’s evil web.

She’s in a breeding factory, getting ready to pop out babies for him, Garnet had told me, shrugging carelessly, when I had asked for more information about her. The silly girl got caught. Mr Arden likes to punish people who think they can resist him.

‘I don’t want to spy on your ‘Mr Arden’,’ I said again, knowing that resisting them was pointless. ‘It’s dangerous and I shouldn’t have to do that.’

Boulder just laughed in response, a single ‘heh’ at how ridiculous I sounded.

‘You’ll do what I tell you, sweetheart,’ he said, his eyes fixed on my breasts. ‘Get them out, love,’ he said, a horny smile on his face.

Boulder loved my breasts and I hated this moment, every day, when he forced me to show them to him all over again.

‘That’s right,’ he murmured as I lowered my dress down to around my waist and removed my bra, becoming fully topless. ‘You’ll be topless tonight for the gala,’ he chuckled. ‘Let’s get you ready, shall we? Kneel down and get me hard.’

Flushing, I knelt between Boulder’s stretched legs, unbuckling his trousers and lowering his zipper so that I could take his shaft into my hands. I wanted to know what he meant by saying that I would be topless tonight for the ‘gala’, but obedient to my orders, I started stroking his shaft, before lowering my head to lick across the tip.

Boulder was already pretty hard, just from the pleasure of ordering me around and ogling my breasts. I blushed as I felt him hardening further in my hands and inside my mouth. I wanted him inside me so badly. My cunt felt like a needy blackhole that only he could fill.

‘Are you listening, slut?’ Garnet said from her position on the chaise lounge.

I couldn’t answer her, my mouth full of Boulder’s cock. I had tried telling them before that I listened better if I wasn’t being fucked at the same time, but they had just laughed at me as if I was a comedian. Garnet liked watching Boulder fuck me during briefings — it relieved the monotony, she said — and Boulder just liked to fuck, and that was that.

‘The slut’s listening,’ grunted Boulder, a heavy hand on my head, a sound of deep satisfaction in his voice.

‘You’re going to meet Mr Arden tonight,’ Garnet said. ‘We’ll finally find out if you are immune, won’t we?’

She chuckled, clearly uninterested in the consequences for me if I wasn’t immune.

Garnet had already told me that I was likely to be immune to his mind control. She told me that it was something to do with the combination of the unusual neurological condition that I had suffered as a child and the mind control drugs she was feeding me.

Of course, I thought grumpily, we wouldn’t know whether I was immune until I spoke to him, by which time it might be too late.

While Boulder started to fuck my face, using his hips to slide his shaft into my mouth, Garnet told me what would be expected of me tonight. I would act as a waitress at a gala hosted by a friend of Mr Arden’s. Like all the waitresses, I would be topless and expected to go home with one of the guests.

I don’t want to do that, I thought, feeling suddenly even more exposed. It wouldn’t just be Boulder and Garnet ogling and touching my breasts — it would be everyone at the gala.

‘Arden will take you back to his hotel room for the night,’ Garnet said confidently. ‘You’re new and you’re his type. Plus, the host will encourage him to take you.’

I don’t want to sleep with this Mr Arden, I thought. I don’t want him to touch me. Why do I have to do that?

Boulder’s cock was thick and demanding inside my mouth, and I had to concentrate on breathing or I was going to choke. It was only morning, I rationalised, knowing that I was lying to myself. Tonight seemed such a terribly long time away. Maybe I would work out how to escape by then.

Maybe pigs could fly.

Garnet continued to talk, establishing how I was to behave around Mr Arden.

‘Let him think he’s mind controlling you,’ she said. ‘Let him think you’re falling under his spell.’ She went on to give me orders about what I was to do when I was in his room.

I kept sucking on Boulder’s cock, hating how much I was enjoying the feeling of this cruel man inside me. I didn’t like what they were turning me into. Tonight wouldn’t be the first time I had used sex to get what I wanted in this job, but it would be the first time I had gone topless or slept with a mark. When Boulder finally pulled my head up off his shaft, taking me by my hair to lead me across the room, I forced myself to try complaining one last time.

‘I don’t want to do that,’ I said, shrieking as Boulder pushed me face forward across the back of one of the lounges. Oh gods, he was going to fuck me from behind, I loved it when he did this. ‘Please don’t make me do that,’ I said again, knowing it was useless. ‘Please.’

‘Don’t be silly, dear,’ tittered Garnet, watching me with Boulder. ‘You know you’ll do whatever we tell you. And you do love cock so much. I’ve heard Arden is a brutal lover, but you enjoy it rough, don’t you?’

She chuckled in sheer amusement and I flushed at the sight I must present — my breasts bare, my face needy and wanton, my clothing shoved aside so that Boulder could fuck me. Behind me, the big man was running his hard shaft up and down through my wetness and I moaned in anticipation of when I would finally feel him inside me.

‘The slut just gets needier every day,’ grunted Boulder, prodding experimentally at my entrance so that I gasped in need. ‘She’s wet and ready. Arden’s going to love her. It’s almost a waste to use her for spying when we could be selling her out for men to fuck.’

He thrust into me as he spoke and I screamed at how good it felt.

Oh gods, it was even better than in my dream last night. I felt myself stretching around him and it made me whimper and moan, desperate for more. Pushed forward over the couch like this, there wasn’t much I could do except take whatever Boulder gave me, and soon he was battering himself into me, hard and brutal, careless as to my ever louder shrieks as the feelings of pleasure and pain overwhelmed me.

‘Silly little bitch,’ he said once, groaning with his own desire. ‘You’ll take everything I give you.’

Boulder battered himself into me for a long time, using me like a pleasure toy, and I would have complained except that I was so needy. I orgasmed once from the sheer need built up inside me, even though I wouldn’t normally cum being fucked in this position.

He ejaculated inside me eventually, before moving me over to the bed to start all over again.

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