Pixie Isobella

‘Please, may I go to the bathroom?’ Madeleine whispered, feeling hot tears start in her eyes. ‘I need…’ Mr Cole cut her off before she even finished. ‘No, you may not,’ he said flatly.

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 13

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

‘You will ask every man if he’ll let you go to the bathroom,’ Mr Cole smiled at Madeleine. ‘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, dismissing her. ‘None of them are going to say yes.’

The corridor outside Mr Cole’s office seemed remarkably similar to the corridor downstairs and in every corporate building Madeleine had ever been in. She walked along in the direction that Mr Cole had sent her, wondering all over again how so much villainy could exist under such a mundane front.

I have to escape, she thought relentlessly. I know Mr Cole said that I can’t escape. But of course they would say that. I just have to escape, she concluded. I’ll go for a run tonight to centre myself and then I’ll meditate until I find a way through this lock they have on my behaviour.

She was intrigued and horrified by the continuous references to ‘Mrs Lavish’. This could only be Peachtree’s mysterious owner, Mrs Sharon Lavish, a woman who avoided the limelight, letting her board members do the talking for her.

When Peachtree had been taking over Harrowville, there had been a lot of media about how — despite being owned and managed by a woman — Peachtree’s board and upper management was composed almost entirely of men.

That was a clue, Madeleine thought helplessly. But how can she think it’s OK to do this to us?

Then her brief respite of thinking time was over because she had reached the first cubicle. She swallowed as she saw a man seated at the desk and a girl kneeling on the carpet next to him, naked except for her ‘uniform’ of revealing, strappy underwear.

Obedient to the commands from Mr Cole, Madeleine stepped into the cubicle, dreading the moment when the man would look up and see her.

Actually, it was the girl who saw her first and Madeleine shivered as calm, almost wise but also slightly distant green eyes looked her up and down. The girl was silent, a gentle, almost beatific smile on her face. Madeleine felt the tray tremble in her hands as she saw the girl smile briefly, a different, sad smile, right at her.

She remembers a little bit at least, Madeleine thought suddenly. She remembers being me. Her first day. But why hasn’t she managed to escape? Why haven’t any of them managed to escape? What am I missing?

The man didn’t look up from his computer screen, simply snapping his fingers in the air at Madeleine.

‘On your knees, slut!’ he snapped, his voice harsh. ‘Didn’t Cole give you that order, slut?’ he sneered, still not looking at her. ‘You always drop to your knees in front of your masters.’

Madeleine shook her head as she dropped to her knees, the water bottles and medicine cups clattering wildly on the tray she held. Mr Cole had suggested that she kneel but he hadn’t made it an order, and — so shocked at what she was experiencing — she had completely forgotten. She guessed that Mr Cole hadn’t made it an order precisely for this reason — so that she would fail the first test and this man would have a reason to snarl at her.

She trembled, looking at the carpet, clutching the stupid tray in her hands. Gods, she had to escape.

‘Stupid girl,’ the man sneered after a long while, finally deigning to look up and cast his eyes up and down Madeleine’s form. ‘Almost as stupid as you, fuckhole,’ he said, dropping his hand onto the head of the girl at his feet. ‘But at least she’s brought your medicine. Isn’t that kind of her?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ the girl whispered, blushing.

The name tag clipped to the girl’s uniform was, Madeleine saw, fuckhole and she shivered to remember her own tits nametag in clear view to everyone.

Suits you, don’t you think? Mr Cole had sneered. I give my cows new names every day. Stops you getting too comfortable.

I’m not his cow, Madeleine thought helplessly, even as she realised that for today at least, she was completely, utterly in his power.

The girl — fuckhole — was looking helplessly at Madeleine’s tray. Madeleine could see that the girl really didn’t want to take the medicine — and that, just like Madeleine herself, she wouldn’t have any choice.

‘Take it, you slut,’ the man said grumpily, making his words an order. ‘I’ve got work to do here,’ he added. ‘I can’t spend every moment of the day fucking you and making you obedient,’ he snapped unkindly. ‘It’s your job to serve me, not that you’d think it given how much I have to do for you.’

Obedient, the girl reached out towards Madeleine, taking one of the cups of medicine in trembling fingers and one of the bottles of water in the other hand. She uncapped the bottle, licking her lips. Madeleine could see that she was trying, desperately, not to obey the orders, and that all of her resistance wasn’t going to do her any good at all.

‘Swallow it down, darling,’ the man sneered, shifting his swivel chair to face the girl at his feet. ‘It’ll make you nice and brainless for me to fuck,’ he added. ‘I like you like that. Like a blow up doll,’ he promised, his voice vicious.

A look of resignation on her face, the woman took the pills in her mouth and swallowed them down with a gulp of the water, before drinking the rest in two more swigs.

‘About time,’ the man said. ‘I’ve applied for an increased dose for you, fuckhole,’ he added. ‘If you don’t start showing results for Mrs Lavish soon, you’ll be taking six of them a day.’ The man reached down and squeezed one of the girl’s large breasts, before dropping his hand to her belly. ‘At least I’ve finally gotten a bun in your oven,’ he congratulated himself as he stroked her soft belly. ‘The drugs always take hold more strongly once you’re breeding. Isn’t that right?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ the girl whispered, shifting uneasily where she knelt.

‘Isn’t it lovely to finally know you have a calf inside you?’ he smiled down at the girl, his other hand dropping to squeeze her breasts again. ‘Doing your duty for Mrs Lavish and the firm. Making yourself nice and saleable. You want that, don’t you? Say yes, darling.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ the girl whimpered. ‘I… I want that.’

‘Of course you do,’ he sneered. ‘And you know your new owner won’t want anything from his new broodmare except these fat udders to grope and that hole between your legs to stab himself into. Don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ the girl said, for the third time.

‘Well then,’ the man chuckled, amused as if at her silliness. ‘You should stop trying to fight me and Cole,’ he advised her. ‘You know by now that you’re not escaping, you’re just dragging out the inevitable. And if you don’t succumb soon,’ he chuckled again, ‘they’ll just drag you upstairs anyway and let the blokes up there fuck some sense into you. You’ll behave after you’ve taken thirty blokes one after the other, won’t you?’

The girl swallowed, her eyes widening as Madeleine watched, feeling horrified but unable to do anything to help herself or the other girl.

Suddenly, the man snapped his fingers at her and Madeleine jumped, startled, forcing herself to look at him rather than the girl at his feet.

‘Don’t worry about her,’ he advised her. ‘Worry about yourself.’ He looked down over her breasts, a leering grin on his face. ‘First day? Feeling shocked? You bitches are so stupid, what did you think we were going to do with you?’

Madeleine flushed, almost unable to endure the constant tirade coming from the man’s mouth.

‘You want me to fuck you, don’t you?’ he asked, suddenly, crudely. ‘Say yes.’

The words were an order and Madeleine had to obey.

‘Yes, Sir,’ she whispered. She didn’t want this brutal, rude man to fuck her, she knew that, but the mind control forced her to obey.

‘Too bad, love,’ he sneered. ‘That sign on your tits says you’re not fuckable yet. I don’t fuck useless sluts who haven’t learned how to obey yet.’ He winked at her, gyrating his hips towards her face. ‘But why don’t you suck me off instead? Show me how useful you can be.’

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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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