‘Good slut,’ the man said. His eyes ran over Madeleine’s 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.’
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 15
[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]
It was possibly Madeleine’s longest day at work ever.
She moved from office to office, each of them uniformly occupied by a single man seated at a desk and a near-naked woman sitting or kneeling at his feet. As the day progressed, Madeleine felt herself losing hope at the scale of the operation. Mr Cole hadn’t lied — there were twenty women on the floor, twenty-one including herself.
Each of the men was equally terrible to her — groping her breasts, forcing her to give him a blowjob or using her breasts to fuck himself against before cumming over her breasts or, on one horrid occasion, her face.
‘Clean yourself up,’ the man had said harshly after that. ‘The next bloke will want a clean canvas. It’s your job to make yourself pretty for him,’ he had sniggered as she cleaned her face off with wet wipes.
Even more horrifying than the men were the girls kneeling at their feet. Three of the men were fucking their allocated woman — their fucktoys, as they called them — when she entered, and they forced her to wait and watch until they were done.
The first woman she had seen was possibly the most aware out of all of the women.
As she saw girl after girl with big breasts, soft thighs, round hips and gentle, obedient eyes, Madeleine started to give up hope. They’re like cows, she thought to herself as she saw yet another big-boobed woman taking and swallowing her ‘medication’ without question. Just like the men call them.
Madeleine wouldn’t let herself even think about whether — and how long — it would take for her to be like that as well.
One encounter towards the end of the day stood out, when she was even more desperate for the bathroom than she could have imagined was possible. She entered the office and dropped immediately to her knees. Enough of the men had snarled at her not not kneeling quickly enough that she knew how to behave now.
She knelt almost the second she was through the door, dropping her eyes immediately to the floor and waiting for the man in each office — the master, she found herself calling them, to her own growing despair — to call on her.
This room was different because there was a third man in the room — the man who had interrupted while Mr Cole was fucking her in the reception area. The two men were sitting, the female occupant of the room between them. They were asking her questions, Madeleine realised as she snuck a look out the side of her eyes.
‘What’s your name, love?’ the man from upstairs asked, as he leaned forward and stroked the girl’s huge breasts with a lazy hand.
‘Fuckable, Sir,’ she whispered without hesitation, reeling off the name on her nametag.
‘And are you fuckable, toy?’ he asked harshly.
‘I…’ her soft voice faltered. ‘My master says I am,’ she whispered. ‘It’s not for me to judge, Mr Trentham.’
‘Is she fuckable, Mr Corbin?’ the man asked the room’s owner, a broad-shouldered man with tousled hair and artistic stubble.
‘She’s good enough,’ the man, presumably Mr Corbin, shrugged. ‘She’s obedient and receptive, and her hole is tight and wet,’ he continued. ‘She’s applied herself,’ he added, ‘and it shows. I’d give her a B+,’ he concluded.
The man leading the questions — Mr Trentham — turned his attention back to the girl on the floor, thankfully ignoring Madeleine utterly.
‘Do you enjoy it when the men fuck your holes?’ he asked, stroking the back of his fingers across her swollen nipples.
She was, Madeleine could see, lactating heavily and her belly was rounded with pregnancy. Madeleine felt her skin tighten at the sight — plenty of the men today had congratulated themselves on impregnating their ‘whores’ but this was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.
She guessed that mostly the women went ‘upstairs’ after they were impregnated.
‘I enjoy it, Sir,’ the girl said, and Madeleine could see a bewildered truth in her face. She did enjoy the men fucking her. While some part of the girl wondered if she shouldn’t, the drugs and daily training had done their work all too well.
‘That’s a good whore,’ Mr Trentham said. ‘And you’re breeding too,’ he added, reaching down to stroke her belly. ‘Have you thanked your trainer, Mr Corbin, for his seed inside you?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she whispered, flashing a soft, worshipful glance across at the other man. ‘Thank you, Mr Corbin,’ she said. ‘Thank you for your seed inside me.’
‘She’s been a good whore on that front,’ Mr Corbin said in his deep voice. ‘She wasn’t on birth control when she arrived so I reckon I planted a baby inside her on the first day,’ he laughed softly under his breath. ‘I’ve made her thank me for it every day,’ he added, ‘and Mrs Lavish as well, of course, for letting her be here.’
‘Well done, Corbin,’ Mr Trentham smiled a thin, sour smile. He nodded at the other man. ‘I’ll take this one off your hands,’ he said. ‘She can report to level 11 tomorrow. I’ll put you down for a sizeable bonus, of course, Corbin,’ he added. ‘She’s clearly ready for auction — Mrs Lavish said so herself when she saw the girl’s diary last night.’
Madeleine watched the girl’s face but, aside from a momentary bewildered look, she didn’t react.
‘You’re looking forward to being a man’s breeding hole and plaything, aren’t you, darling?’ Mr Trentham spoke directly to the girl at his feet. ‘That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?’
He sneered as if at the girl’s stupidity but Madeleine saw most of it fly straight over the girl’s mind-controlled head.
‘Yes, Sir,’ she said, her eyes soft and calm, a sweet smile curving her lips.
‘I’ve beaten her daily and made her thank me for it,’ Mr Corbin laughed, a short, sharp sound — Madeleine couldn’t decide whether it was self-congratulation or derogatory towards the girl at his feet for giving way so comprehensively to his ‘training’. ‘She knows her job and we won’t get any complaints from her buyer about her, that’s for sure.’
‘Exemplary as always, Mr Corbin,’ Mr Trentham smiled his thin, unpleasant smile. He flickered his eyes towards Madeleine and she shifted uncomfortably. ‘You’ve got company, so I’ll leave you. I’ve got a date at the golf course in an hour, anyway,’ he said. ‘A good day’s work, Corbin! Three whores will be going upstairs tomorrow — two to level 11 and one recalcitrant bitch to level 8 for forced breeding,’ he explained.
‘Ha!’ Mr Corbin smiled. ‘Sometimes the girls just need a bit of brutality to bring them in line,’ he chuckled, flicking the back of his finger across the lips of the girl at his feet. ‘They can’t all be sweet little darlings like this cow here, can they?’
‘I guess not,’ Mr Trentham snapped his folder shrugged. ‘It’s more work for me though,’ he sighed as if the women were making his life hard by not succumbing immediately to Peachtree’s ‘medicine’.
‘Put me down for a day on the breeding roster, would you?’ Mr Corbin said, a lazy smile threading across his hips as he continued to stroke the girl at his feet as if she was a toy. ‘I don’t mind a bit of brutality every now and then,’ he added, still smiling.
‘Your service is appreciated,’ Mr Trentham replied. ‘I’ll write you down for tomorrow then,’ he said, making a note on his tablet.
The thin man left after that, leaving Madeleine shrinking where she knelt on the floor, waiting for Mr Corbin to deign to acknowledge her.
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