‘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. But why don’t you suck me off instead? Show me how useful you can be.’
Madeleine had been working at the Peachtree Foundation for at least three weeks before she realised she had been brainwashed. By then, of course, it was too late. Now she learning the scope of her bosses’ capacity to control her mind and body. All the while discovering how deep Peachtree’s depravity goes…
The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 14
[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. The story was originally inspired by Bimbo Blackwood’s Feminist Corruption Water. Read Chapter 1 of The Peachtree Diaries here]
‘Too bad, love,’ the man sneered. ‘That sign on your tits says you’re not fuckable yet. I don’t fuck useless whores who haven’t learned how to obey yet.’
He winked at Madeleine, gyrating his hips towards her face. ‘But why don’t you suck me off instead? Show me how useful you can be.’
The man straightened his legs and swivelled to face her, ignoring the girl at his feet. ‘I advise you to make it good for me,’ he said flatly. ‘I’ll take it out of her hide if you don’t,’ he promised viciously with a sideways nod at the girl on the floor. ‘And I suspect you’re not so far gone yet that you don’t care about things like that.’
Madeleine shifted forwards, well aware of the girl’s pleading eyes on her. Madeleine read a hint of apology in them as well — the girl felt guilty for begging Madeleine to obey.
Don’t worry, Madeleine tried to message back to her. She shrugged slightly as she edged forward on her knees. I don’t have any choice anyway.
‘Get my cock out and get me hard,’ the man said, his voice and eyes hard as Madeleine slid between his legs, feeling infinitely vulnerable at his feet. ‘What’s your name, love?’ he asked, sneering.
I’m Madeleine, she thought somewhat helplessly.
‘Tits,’ Madeleine whispered, her hands moving of their own accord to undo his belt buckle and loosen his suit pants. Gods, she hated that ‘name’ Mr Cole had forced on her.
‘That’s ‘Sir’ to you, whore,’ the man said immediately, and Madeleine heard the grin in his voice at her disobedience. He might say that he didn’t want to spend the time or energy disciplining the girls here, but his voice belied him. He was loving torturing her.
‘Tits, Sir,’ Madeleine said, feeling hot tears in her eyes at being forced to submit to this horrid man. His cock, already stiff and eager, was in her hands.
‘Well, Tits,’ the man drawled, ‘let me clue you in on how things work around here. Put my dick in your mouth,’ he ordered. ‘Suck me off good. I’ll make you choke and then I’ll cum right down your throat.’
Obediently, Madeleine opened her mouth and slid him in past her lips, moaning gently to herself as she felt his silken hardness stretching her jaws wide open. She covered her teeth with her lips and slid her tongue along his underside, moaning again in sudden, unexpected need as she felt his hard tip pushing across the hard palate of her mouth.
‘You’ll arrive here obediently every morning,’ the man said, his hand lazily, negligently playing in Madeleine’s hair. ‘Like the obedient little fuckholes you are. You’ll go straight to level 5 — Mr Cole will assign you a locker down there — and change into your uniform. Then you’ll spend the day up here with us, learning your place.’
This isn’t my place, Madeleine thought furiously, still sucking and licking the man’s hard dick. Gods, he felt good in her mouth and her mind drifted anxiously back to what Sam had said back down below.
You’ll learn to enjoy this. You’ll learn to beg for it, again and again, while the men laugh at you for being such a stupid whore.
You’ll stop thinking that I raped you, and you’ll just be pathetically grateful that your masters finally freed you to achieve your true purpose.
‘You’ll think you’re going to escape,’ the man with his dick in her mouth continued, a smug sneer in his voice. ‘You bitches always do, but don’t worry — none of you has ever escaped yet. No-one has any idea what we’re doing here and the people who do know, simply don’t care.’
‘Once you’re fuckable,’ he continued, ‘your trainer will do you regularly throughout the day.’ Madeleine continued sucking on him, sliding her mouth up and down his stiff shaft. ‘You’ll learn to enjoy it. Fuckhole here doesn’t enjoy it yet,’ he sniggered, clearly pleased with himself. ‘That’s why we have to increase her medicine. She’s not allowed to go upstairs until she’s a vacant hole — empty of anything except my seed growing inside her.’
‘If you know what’s good for you,’ the man continued, tightening his grip in her hair, ‘you’ll let yourself succumb as quickly as possible. We enjoy brutalising whores who don’t obey,’ he grunted.
He slid his other hand into her hair, starting to control the movement, forcing her to fuck him faster, slamming her face down onto his cock. Madeleine struggled to keep up with the faster motion, still suckling, her jaw aching.
Her mouth was full of his precum and she whimpered to herself to realise she was enjoying the flavour, just as much as her mouth was enjoying the feeling of his stiff dick penetrating her.
‘Damn,’ the man groaned, and then Madeleine felt herself choking as he exploded in her mouth, filling her with sticky, hot cum.
She swallowed convulsively, desperate to breathe again, to get the taste out of her mouth.
‘Damn,’ the man said again, his fingers still tight in her hair. ‘The new girl gives better blowjobs than you, Fuckhole,’ he said, casual cruelty lining his voice. ‘But anyone would, wouldn’t they?’ he laughed unkindly, his voice sounding almost drunk — either on power or riding the release of endorphins or both.
‘I’ll whip you later today,’ he promised the girl, finally pulling Madeleine’s mouth up off his cock. ‘If you don’t please me, you get pain. And more drugs. You know the rules.’
Madeleine glanced sideways to see the girl’s white face and she wanted to apologise. But she knew that this man would have chosen to berate and punish his toy anyway, no matter what she did. He was just that kind of man.
‘Get out of here, slut,’ the man snapped at Madeleine, and she pushed herself to her feet, her legs trembling. ‘You’ve got a whole floor to service,’ he gloated, as he turned back to his computer screen, dismissing her, just like that.
Mr Cole’s orders shimmered in her head and she wanted to leave so very badly, she wanted to turn her heel and get away from this horrid man and his persistent unkindness. But she couldn’t — she had been given an order and she had to obey it.
‘Please, Sir,’ she whispered, licking her lips, holding the tray in shaky fingers. ‘I need… I need to pee. Mr Cole said I needed to ask you if I could go to the bathroom. Please may I…’
She broke off as the man laughed, before turning back to her.
‘No,’ he said flatly. ‘No, you may not, whore.’ A vicious light slid into his eyes as he regarded her, clearly enjoying a new way to torture her. ‘Uncomfortable, are we?’ he sneered.
‘Yes, Sir,’ Madeleine whispered, hating having to admit it. Her bladder pressed down on her groin, making her feel too full — and, embarrassingly she knew, increasing her arousal. Needing to pee had always made her feel aroused.
‘Drink a glass of water,’ the man ordered her, nodding with his head to the water cooler in the corner of his office. ‘Now, you slut.’
He had a sadistic smile on his face — she had shown where she was vulnerable and he was going to make the most of it.
Oh gods, I can’t, Madeleine thought but her feet were already obeying, driving her to walk over to the cooler, place the tray down and pour herself a glass of cold water. She drank it in one go, knowing she was only drinking more of the drugs with every gulp. She put down the glass and picked up the tray.
‘Good slut,’ the man said, his voice congratulating her. His eyes ran over her body as she turned back to face him, lingering on her breasts and her exposed pussy. ‘You’ll never escape, tits,’ he said, emphasising the degrading name Mr Cole had given her. ‘We own you now.’
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