‘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…’ she continued, unable to stop. ‘I’m glad to keep my tits bare for your pleasure, I know my masters 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.
The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 10
[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]
‘Well done, darling,’ Mr Cole sneered at Madeleine as she finished reading the letter out loud. ‘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 the trap closing in around her.
The man glanced over it contemptuously, before reaching into a cabinet behind him and pulling out a notebook that he slapped down onto his desk in front of her.
‘You’ll keep a diary during your training here at Peachtree,’ he said bluntly. ‘We’ll tell you what to write, of course. We know you girls can’t work it out for yourselves. Mrs Lavish reviews the girls’ diaries once a week, so I would try to use your best handwriting if I was you.’ He waved the letter she had just read out loud at her. ‘You’ll copy this into your diary tonight before you leave. Along with whatever else your trainer tells you to write, of course.’
Madeleine felt herself nodding. Being forced to keep a diary and judged for her handwriting was unbelievably patronising but really all she could think was they were actually going to let her leave at the end of the day.
I just have to survive until then, she thought thankfully, hoping her thoughts of desperate escape and vengeful retribution weren’t written on her face. Then I have to break the mind control and then I’m never, ever coming back. And then I’ll find a lawyer and I’ll sue them.
Mr Cole waved at the water cooler in the corner, meeting Madeleine’s eyes with a knowing look. She trembled, suddenly feeling as though he could read her mind. Surely every woman treated as she was being treated must plot rebellion. And yet, clearly the authorities didn’t know about Peachtree’s racket or they didn’t care.
Determined as she was, she didn’t escape was going to be easy.
‘Go fetch yourself a glass of water and drink it,’ Mr Cole ordered her, smiling with victory.
Madeleine obeyed, trying to stop her feet obeying him every step of the way. It did no good and soon the cold, slightly bitter water was sliding down her throat.
More of the mind control drug, she thought helplessly, wondering whether to take heart from the fact that they were making her keep taking it. It must wear off, she concluded, knowing she was seeking the most optimistic option possible. It’ll wear off overnight and I won’t come back tomorrow.
‘It’s a stronger dose up here,’ Mr Cole said, his satisfaction evident at Madeleine’s wince as she forced herself to swallow despite the bitter flavour. ‘It keeps you bitches in line.’ He pushed his chair back from his desk, spinning to face her before stepping his legs wide, already undoing his belt. ‘Now I want to fuck your face. Get down here between my legs, darling. On your knees, where you belong.’
Madeleine stepped towards him, feeling almost as though she was moving in a dream. It had to be a dream — the sight of this man with his slightly rough, chiselled look, his stubble beard, his long, thick dick already out and held in his hand.
Madeleine sank to her knees, feeling suddenly, overwhelmingly vulnerable as she couldn’t disobey him.
‘Good girl,’ Mr Cole leered down at her. ‘I’ll do your facehole, then I’ll have a go at your front fuckhole. I’ll put some more cum where it belongs.’ He nodded his head to the side, directing her gaze thankfully away from where his dick was right above her face. ‘See that poster up there?’ he asked, grinning. ‘They put it up on the walls to teach you girls about your bodies,’ he smirked.
Madeleine blushed at the simple, almost crude artwork on the poster. A simplified drawing of a woman’s body with big hips and spread legs, a shapely arse, huge breasts, an open mouth and no other distinguishing features. Labels with arrows pointed at ‘key attributes’, making Madeleine blush.
Front fuckhole with an arrow that pointed towards the woman’s cunt.
Back fuckhole with an arrow that pointed towards the woman’s arse.
Face fuckhole with an arrow that pointed towards the woman’s open mouth.
Fuck handles with an arrow that pointed towards the woman’s breasts, with additional labels: milk jugs and udders.
Mr Cole sniggered and Madeleine blushed, knowing he was laughing at her shock. That was why he had drawn the poster to her attention — he had wanted to see her reaction when she thought of her body labelled that way for the first time.
‘Get your face fuckhole open,’ he ordered her crudely.
Madeleine obeyed helplessly, following his instructions to lick him, before taking him into her mouth. He tasted salty and a little musky, and Madeleine wondered at herself for almost enjoying the feeling of his stiff silken shaft in her mouth.
The crudeness of the poster on the wall made her feel ill with its reduction of her body to key parts designed for male pleasure. Mr Cole slid deep into her mouth before she was ready, as if to emphasise his right to penetrate her there.
‘You’ll get your uniform tomorrow,’ he grunted, placing a lazy hand on the back of her head, guiding her slowly up and down his cock. ‘You can wear your current attire until then. Some of the blokes will laugh at you,’ he chuckled, ‘but don’t mind them. As long as they can see and use your tits, cunt and arse at all times, don’t worry, you’re not breaking the rules.’
Madeleine shivered, wondering at his air of ‘assisting’ her, even as he treated her like she was nothing. What kind of workplace has rules that force female co-workers to keep their breasts and groin on display? she thought helplessly, feeling overwhelmed. She continued to lick and suck at Mr Cole’s cock, a rich stream of precum starting to fill her mouth and run down her throat each time she swallowed.
Third man today, she thought rather hysterically.
Mr Cole groaned, growing even stiffer in her mouth.
‘You’ve got a good hole, darling,’ he grunted with evident satisfaction.
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Chapter 11 of The Peachtree Diaries is now here.
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