‘You’ll get your uniform tomorrow,’ Mr Cole grunted. He laid a lazy hand on the back of Madeleine’s head, guiding her slowly up and down his cock. ‘You can wear your current attire for now. 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.’
What kind of workplace has rules that force female co-workers to keep their breasts and groin on display? she thought helplessly. 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. He groaned with pleasure, growing even stiffer in her mouth.
‘You’ve got a good hole, darling,’ he grunted with evident satisfaction.
The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 11
[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]
‘You’ve got a good hole, darling,’ Mr Cole grunted, starting to fuck the back of Madeleine’s mouth with short sharp jabs that made her worry she would gag and throw up. ‘I always fuck the new holes,’ he informed her, his words almost slurring with his pleasure.
A moment later, he groaned louder and Madeleine gasped as he stiffened and came in her mouth, covering her tongue with his musky, salty, hot cum.
‘Damn,’ Mr Cole held his hand heavy on the back of Madeleine’s head. His breathing was slowing as Madeleine swallowed again and again, trying to get the taste of his seed out of her mouth. ‘I took a pill as you came up the lift,’ he informed her, clenching his fist in her hair. ‘Give me a moment, and I’ll use your main hole too. New girls are the best.’
He hadn’t softened at all, Madeleine realised, wishing she couldn’t still taste him.
I’ll be able to taste him all day, she thought miserably. And the bitter taste in the water. Why was I so stupid? I should have known this place would be evil. I could have just rejected the job offer.
It probably wasn’t long but it seemed far too long before Mr Cole pulled her face back off his cock, meeting her eyes as he held her head by her hair, his other hand closing around his erection.
‘Sam said you were a mouthy bitch,’ he commented, shifting forward and pulling her to her feet by her hair. ‘He said to fuck you hard and make it hurt. He said you’re one of the girls from that indie firm we destroyed a while back.’ He sniggered at her while Madeleine flushed hotly, hating the vitriol in his voice. ‘I always give extra special treatment to girls like you,’ Mr Cole promised, a vicious light in his eyes. ‘Mrs Lavish’s orders. The boss can’t stand sluts like you.’
Madeleine knew she was begging him instinctively with her eyes to be kind, and she blushed hotter, embarrassed at how helpless she was.
Mr Cole winked at her, seeming to find her distress amusing.
He knows I don’t want him to fuck me, she thought. He knows he’s raping me, by outside standards. He just doesn’t care. He thinks I deserve it.
‘You’ll thank me in the end,’ Mr Cole sneered and Madeleine whimpered, wanting to look away. ‘I always look after the girls on this floor,’ he added. ‘I’m harsh but fair,’ he promised her. ‘You cows always thank me on your knees when it’s time for you to be promoted upstairs,’ he sniggered.
Madeleine gasped as he spun her around so that she faced towards his desk, then he pushed her torso forward, forcing her to bend at the waist and catch herself on her hands on his desk. She felt his hands land on her hips from behind and she knew he was lining himself up to fuck her from behind.
‘You on birth control?’ he asked, running the thick tip of his erection up and down, through her labia, fast and rough, treating her pussy like a masturbation toy.
Madeleine shook her head helplessly, wondering why in hell she had stopped her birth control a while back when she stopped seeing her most recent boyfriend.
‘That’s a good girl,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t need to fuck you extra hard to punish you for that at least,’ he chuckled. Then he was pushing into her, driving himself into her, past her entrance, stretching her as he invaded her.
Madeleine gasped to feel herself penetrated for the third time today. Gods, her pussy felt sore – tender and abraded from the rough use, even though she was thankfully quite wet.
Mr Cole chuckled as he shoved himself deeper, clearly enjoying her reaction.
‘We’re good to you girls on this floor,’ he promised. ‘You’ll wish yourself back here after you get sent upstairs. Up there, if you don’t behave, you’ll take twenty or thirty men inside you daily,’ he smirked. ‘You’ll scream and you’ll beg them to stop, and they won’t,’ he added with clear satisfaction in his voice. ‘This hole of yours is for one thing, darling, and the sooner you learn that, the better.’
Madeleine moaned, humiliated beyond endurance, feeling invaded as Mr Cole started to thrust himself deep into her, using her hips as leverage. He fucked her for a long time, his stamina clearly strengthened by whatever pill he had taken, and Madeleine felt her senses swimming.
‘Well then,’ a man’s voice spoke, unwelcome, making Madeleine jump, startled. ‘Who’s this little darling?’
Madeleine looked up, embarrassed all over again, as a man entered the reception area, walking straight over to where Mr Cole was fucking her.
‘A Harrowville slut,’ Mr Cole replied. ‘Finally. After how much we invested in acquiring them.’
He slowed down a bit with the other man’s entrance into the room, starting to grind into her with long, slow lazy strokes that seemed to penetrate every inch of her channel.
‘I was wondering when we were finally going to see those bitches up here,’ the man replied, making Madeleine wince as he looked down over her. ‘She’s got good tits,’ he added, and Madeleine whimpered to herself as he reached out a hand and cupped one of her breasts in his palm. ‘Mind if I have a feel?’
‘Go for it,’ Mr Cole grunted. ‘I’m only using one end of her,’ he chuckled, slapping the outside of her thigh. ‘The other end is free game.’
The man started to grope both of Madeleine’s breasts as they hung in the air, stroking and squeezing the big globes.
‘What’s her name?’ the man asked.
‘I dunno yet,’ Mr Cole grunted. ‘Tits? Fuckhole? Stupid slut?’ He laughed, stabbing himself vindictively into Madeleine so that she almost shrieked. ‘I haven’t picked a name for her yet,’ he explained.
‘Heh, fair enough,’ the other man replied. ‘I was going to keep an eye out for her,’ he explained. ‘Give her some extra love when she graduates upstairs,’ he sniggered, squeezing Madeleine’s breasts so that she winced in pain. ‘But I won’t forget these tits anyway,’ he promised.
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Chapter 12 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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