Pixie Isobella

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?’ he 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.

‘Ah well. I won’t forget these tits anyway,’ the man promised as he squeezed Madeleine’s breasts so hard that she winced in pain.

Madeleine is still learning the scope of her bosses’ capacity to control her mind… All the while discovering how deep Peachtree’s depravity goes.

The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 12

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

‘I won’t forget these tits anyway,’ the man promised as he squeezed Madeleine’s breasts so that she winced in pain.

‘Why are you down here anyway, mate?’ Mr Cole asked as Madeleine felt her senses swimming again. It was all too much — enduring the constant, uncaring penetration from behind even as the other man squeezed her breasts and they both spoke over her as if she was simply an object for them to enjoy and fuck.

‘There’s a couple of girls ready to go upstairs,’ the man replied, making Madeleine’s skin chill. ‘Mrs Lavish sent me down to check them out, based on last night’s inspection.’

Madeleine could hear the man’s glee and she shivered.

‘It’s about time we got some more bitches upstairs,’ he grunted in seeming dissatisfaction. ‘Things have been a bit slow lately with no new sluts to enjoy. Well, we’ll get the girls upstairs so we can brutalise them, then Mrs Lavish has an auction organised for later this month,’ he explained.

‘Lots of Harrowville girls coming through soon,’ Mr Cole chuckled. ‘Plenty of them for all of us to enjoy. Isn’t that right, love?’ he called down to Madeleine. ‘You’ve got lots of your little buddies coming to join us up here, don’t you?’

No Madeleine thought helplessly, resentfully, scared for her friends and colleagues at the hands of these men. But the words were already coming out her mouth – compliant and instinctive.

‘Yes, Mr Cole,’ she said, wanting to cry as the mind control kicked in and forced her to obey him.

‘Heh, about time,’ the man still squeezing Madeleine’s breasts sneered. ‘If they’re anything like this darling,’ he chuckled while Madeleine gasped in pain and shock, ‘then we’ll have a lot of fun with them indeed .’

He left soon after that and Mr Cole fucked her hard and fast, hurting her as he drove himself into her again and again. He came eventually, groaning a deep guttural sound, just as Madeleine was gasping out loud from the rough penetration. He exploded deep inside her, emptying himself right against the entrance to her womb.

Mr Cole slapped her butt as he pulled himself out of her and she heard him tidying his clothing.

‘Stand up,’ he ordered roughly. ‘And go get yourself another drink of water. I’ve got some more meds for you, then you’ve got work to do. It’s not all lying on your back up here,’ he sniggered as Madeleine’s blood ran cold. ‘We do actually expect you to work for your wages,’ sneered.

Feeling helpless, Madeleine found herself walking back to the cooler in the corner, pouring a glass of water and bringing it back to Mr Cole’s desk. He handed her four small white and two clear pills.

‘Take them,’ he ordered. ‘The white ones are your new mind control,’ he snickered, winking at her. ‘I know you sluts always think about escape. Just so you know — it isn’t possible,’ he sneered. ‘The clear ones will override any birth control you’re on and kickstart your fertility,’ he chuckled. ‘Upstairs always like it when you cows have already got a calf inside you before you go upstairs. There’s a bonus in it for me, not to mention personal satisfaction when I see your belly swelling.’

Madeleine felt the pills slipping down her throat. She wished he was lying.

‘I’ve given you a double dose,’ Mr Cole sneered, sliding a hand into Madeleine’s hair and forcing her to look at him. ‘I won’t have mouthy girls on my floor, do you understand?’ he spoke bluntly. ‘You’re my whore now, and you’ll do as you’re told. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, Mr Cole,’ Madeleine whispered, hating the brutal, arrogant man.

‘Heh,’ he grunted. ‘You don’t really, not yet. But you’ll understand better by this evening.’

He let go of her to open a drawer in his desk and rummage around among what looked like name tags. He pulled one out, a smile on his face. ‘Here you go,’ he showed it to her. ‘Tits. Suits you, don’t you think?’ he sneered, clipping it onto the scrunched up cotton of her shirt where her breasts pushed the fabric aside. ‘Short and simple. Not too hard for you to learn. That’s your name for today. I give my cows new names every day,’ he winked at her. ‘Stops you getting too comfortable.’

Madeleine swallowed. The cold water and the pills felt like a stone in her stomach.

Mr Cole uncapped a sharpie, before guiding Madeleine to look up and push her chest forward. Trembling, she realised he was going to write across her chest and breasts.

‘You’re a new girl on the floor,’ he informed her as he started to write with short, easy strokes. ‘You’ll get a bit of attention, at least until we allocate you to your trainer. That’ll be sooner than you think,’ he chuckled. ‘Looks like Mrs Lavish needs some more flesh to sell. So I reckon two or even three of my sluts are going to go upstairs as early as tomorrow. You’ll have to work hard to replace them.’

‘What… What do you mean ‘sell’?’ Madeleine asked, quivering. The other man had spoken about an auction as well. Dear gods, this got worse and worse every minute – how could they talk about forcibly impregnating and selling women?

‘I thought I said I don’t like mouthy girls,’ Mr Cole said flatly, not looking at Madeleine. ‘Shut up. You won’t speak again until I say so, is that clear?’

Madeleine gulped, feeling the same silence that had engulfed her below with Sam sweeping across her again. She knew she couldn’t talk if she tried.

Mr Cole finished writing and let Madeleine stand up straight again. There was a large, ornate mirror on the wall of his office and she figured out the degrading words easily enough despite the mirrored lettering.

I’m new. I’m not fuckable yet. Humiliate me. Please teach me my place.

He’s horrible, she thought, wondering to herself as she heard Mr Cole whistling softly under his breath. He was lining up a tray with small water bottles and small plastic cups with the same pills he had made her take.

‘You’ll take the girls their daily dose,’ he informed her. ‘There are twenty girls on this floor. One cup each. A few have higher doses,’ he indicated the cups with more pills. ‘The men know which they are. You’ll go from cubicle to cubicle. I suggest you kneel when you arrive,’ he winked at her. ‘The men always appreciate a show of obedience. You’ll obey all the men, of course,’ he added as if it was an afterthought.

Madeleine picked up the tray with shaking hands.

Mr Cole winked at her again.

‘Don’t look so tragic, my dear,’ he advised her. ‘The first day is usually the hardest day. You’ll get used to it. Any questions before you leave?’

Madeleine whimpered softly in relief as she felt the prohibition on her talking ease.

‘Please,’ she whispered. ‘I need to go to the bathroom. I need to pee.’ It was awful to have to admit it and to have to beg for a bathroom break.

Mr Cole smiled an evil grin.

‘Beg me for it, darling,’ he chuckled, his eyes on her breasts. He sniggered with a knowing leer. ‘You’ve got my load inside you. Twice. That makes you double my property, even if I wasn’t your floor manager as well. You should be polite.’

‘Please, may I go to the bathroom?’ Madeleine whispered, feeling hot tears start in her eyes. ‘I need…’

Mr Cole smiled before cutting her off before she even finished.

‘No, you may not,’ he said flatly. ‘You’ll learn to live with being uncomfortable this afternoon. In fact,’ he smiled evilly. ‘You will ask every man if he’ll let you go to the bathroom. Be polite. If one of them says yes, then you can go.’

Madeleine gulped, suddenly needing to pee even more than she had before. ‘But I warn you,’ Mr Cole chuckled, turning away. ‘None of them are going to say yes.’

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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. ‘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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