‘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.
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 16
[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]
Madeleine waited where she knelt on the floor, waiting for Mr Corbin to deign to acknowledge her.
He took his time and Madeleine couldn’t work out if it was deliberate or if he was just enjoying stroking and fondling the girl at his feet too much. Madeleine trembled to see the sweet, almost innocent way the girl let him treat her — she was much more akin to an animated doll than a human, Madeleine thought.
At last he patted the girl on her cheek and sat back up.
‘Go fetch your medication,’ he told her kindly, his head nodding towards Madeleine.
Madeleine stayed still, feeling almost nailed to the ground as the girl crawled across the carpet towards her, selecting a cup with medicine almost at random and swallowing the pills with a gulp of water.
‘That’s a good whore,’ Mr Corbin praised her. ‘Now go and sit on your fucking bench,’ he ordered her. ‘And put those udders of yours in your milking machine,’ he added. ‘We have to get the most value out of you while you’re here, don’t we, Fuckable?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she acquiesced, crawling back across the floor.
Madeleine watched, awkwardly unable to take her eyes away as the girl sat herself astride a sybian, obediently locking herself onto it with a wide belt around her hips. She fitted milking cups around each breast before sliding her hands down beside both hips. As Madeleine watched, additional cuffs snapped automatically closed around the girl’s wrists, doubly locking her onto the sybian.
‘That’s good, Fuckable,’ Mr Corbin praised her. ‘I’m going to punish you this afternoon anyway. You know why, don’t you?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she said, reactionless, her eyes straight ahead. ‘I deserve it. Punishment will be good for me, Sir.’
‘That’s not quite right,’ he said. ‘Your punishment level just went up. Try again, Fuckable.’
‘Punishment will make me a better toy for my master,’ she whispered, a crease appearing in her brow, the first sign of any emotion Madeleine had seen from her.
‘Indeed,’ Mr Corbin said, his deep rough voice seeming to drive right into Madeleine’s core. ‘Your punishment level just went up again, by the way. Do you know why?’
‘Punishment will make me a better toy for my master,’ the girl whispered again, her eyes widening.
‘And?’ the man prompted, his voice flat and harsh. ‘What else?’
‘Because you’re in charge and you can, Sir,’ she said softly, her arms moving restlessly in the cuffs. ‘Because I’m your toy and you enjoy it.’
‘Finally you give me the right answer,’ he said. ‘I put that baby inside you, Fuckable. I’ve cum inside you three or four times already just today. That means I own every part of you, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she whispered.
‘Are you going to be quiet like a good toy while I administer your punishment?’ he asked, his rough voice chilling Madeleine’s insides.
‘Yes, Sir,’ the girl said, slumping in her uncomfortable seat.
‘Good,’ he said flatly. ‘Don’t let me hear any sound out of you, girl,’ he ordered, picking up a remote off his desk and tapping a couple of buttons. ‘You don’t think, you don’t feel, you don’t exist, do you understand?’
The sybian beneath the girl sprang into life, moving in a fast, shuddering motion, thrusting the dildo she had inside her cunt into her again and again. While Madeleine watched, the girl softened her face, letting all emotion slide away from it until she looked once again just like a perfect doll. Madeleine could see that the toy was large, its motion fast and intrusive, and she wondered how long Mr Corbin would leave her on it.
‘Until she’s fainted three or four times at least,’ the rough man said, seeming somehow to read Madeleine’s mind. ‘I’ve learned the hard way with whores like you,’ he added. ‘And I insist on perfection. Fuckable is mostly there, she just needs a reminder every now and then. Of course, the stronger drugs they will feed her upstairs will help as well. She won’t have a brain left when they’re done with her.’
Madeleine didn’t reply as she tried not to watch the girl on the sybian, chained down and unable to escape the violent penetration between her legs.
Mr Corbin’s eyes ran lazily down over Madeleine, his lips curling in a smile.
‘Eyes on me,’ he said, the words an order. ‘The girl over there doesn’t exist,’ he added. ‘She doesn’t have her master’s cock inside her, does she?’
‘No, Sir,’ Madeleine said, her eyes on his black ones.
‘Precisely,’ he smiled as if she had said something surprisingly clever. ‘She doesn’t have a man’s cock inside her, that means she doesn’t exist. I’ll fuck her in a few hours time and she’ll be allowed to exist again,’ he said. ‘That’s how it should be, isn’t it, girl?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ Madeleine whispered. She wished she could just stand and leave, but she knew this man would countermand any decision of hers to be independent.
‘First day?’ he asked her, his brows drawing together. ‘I don’t remember you from yesterday,’ he added. ‘You must be the Harrowville slut,’ he continued. ‘The first man to break one of you bitches will get a raise,’ he added. ‘Special communique from Mrs Lavish herself.’
Madeleine was silent, not knowing how to respond. She didn’t know what she and her colleagues had done to earn such ire from the unknown Mrs Lavish.
‘How many men fucked you today?’ he asked abruptly, his eyes on her face.
‘Three, Sir,’ Madeleine whispered. She was starting to feel faint. Mr Corbin had flicked a switch on the remote and she saw the sybian churn into overdrive, thrusting even deeper into the girl impaled on it. The girl’s eyes widened and her breathing quickened as she kept her eyes straight ahead, clearly determined not to make a noise despite the violation of her cunt.
‘The last one was Mr Cole?’ Mr Corbin asked, ignoring the girl on the sybian. He sneered as he read the words across her breasts out loud. ‘“I’m new. I’m not fuckable yet. Humiliate me. Please teach me my place”.’ He chuckled, amused at her expense. ‘You should have tried to give him a better time,’ he said. ‘His word is law and trust me, girl, you want him to be kind to you.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ Madeleine winced inside. She didn’t know if she had it in her to give Mr Cole a ‘good time’, though she guessed if the unpleasant floor manager made it an order, she wouldn’t have any choice.
‘Stand up and walk over here,’ Mr Corbin ordered her. ‘If you’re not fuckable yet, you’ll need to practice, won’t you?’
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