Pixie Isobella

Mr Corbin read aloud the words across Madeleine’s breasts. ‘“I’m new. I’m not fuckable yet. Humiliate me. Please teach me my place”.’ He chuckled unkindly. ‘Stand up and walk over here,’ Mr Corbin ordered her. ‘If you’re not fuckable yet, you’ll need to practice, won’t you?’

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 17

[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]

‘Stand up and walk over here,’ Mr Corbin ordered Madeleine. ‘If you’re not fuckable yet, you’ll need to practice, won’t you?’

Madeleine stood, walking across towards him until she was standing right between his outstretched legs. She watched nervously as he rifled through a selection of items on his desk, eventually choosing, incongruously, a medium-sized, Santa snowglobe.

‘Turn around,’ Mr Corbin said, sounding almost bored. ‘And bend forward. As far as you can.’

Madeleine turned, feeling as though his eyes were boring into her butt. Obedient to his orders, she bent forward, wincing with humiliation as she imagined him seeing her butthole and her cunt.

‘Are you empty?’ he asked, without touching her.

‘Yes, Sir,’ Madeleine said, feeling sick. Gods, he wasn’t going to fuck her, was he?

She felt something hard and cool against her labia and she realised it was worse. It was the snowglobe, it’s textured fake-snow surface feeling like bubblewrap against her skin.

He’s going to fuck me with that? she thought, gulping to herself at the indignity.

‘Are you going to give Santa a good time with your hole?’ Mr Corbin sneered, running the cheap Christmas toy up and down past her entrance, coating it in her embarrassing wetness.

Madeleine knew she should say ‘yes’.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it, not in the absence of a direct order.

‘Please don’t put it inside me,’ she said quickly, flinching when she heard the man’s amused — pleased — snickering laugh. ‘Please don’t fuck me with it,’ she begged desperately, as she felt him lining the horrid thing up against her entrance. ‘Please,’ she whispered, already knowing he wouldn’t listen.

Will it even fit? she thought, horrified. Somehow, having a snowglobe inserted into her seemed even more humiliating than anything the other men had done to her today, even cumming across her face.

‘But I need to teach you how to take cock,’ Mr Corbin replied as if she was being stupid. ‘And your tits are begging me to humiliate you.’

He pushed with the snowglobe against her entrance, opening her up a little, making Madeleine feel like crying. ‘It won’t hurt you,’ he sneered, ‘if that’s what you’re worrying about, you silly whore. Your hole was made for putting things inside.’

‘Not like that!’ Madeleine cried, wondering where she was getting the will to argue with him. ‘Oh gods, please no,’ she said in a strangled whisper as she felt him pushing harder with the snowglobe.

She wasn’t allowed to move away but she was allowed — for the moment at least — to argue with him.

‘I own this hole,’ Mr Corbin said, clearly finding her amusing. ‘My colleagues and I will put whatever we want inside you, darling, while we’re teaching you your place,’ he added. ‘Why do you think that Fuckable over there is so well behaved by now?’ he added. ‘You’re my toy, darling. I want to see your big eyes, all wide and scared, when you feel my special gift here inside you. Stand still for me now, like a good little fucktoy,’ he ordered.

Madeleine gritted her teeth as she felt her knees locking, holding her hips in place. Thinking about the girl on the sybian only made her more determined to resist but she had no idea as to how she could even do that.

Mr Corbin chuckled, a deep, rough laugh under his breath as if he found her doubly amusing. Her resistance was ridiculous, of course, she realised. He could make her do whatever he wanted.

He started to push with the snowglobe against her entrance. It had a rounded, conical head that simply widened and widened down to Santa’s waist and base. As he pushed, Madeleine felt herself stretching as her body accommodated the penetration.

She gasped, moaning to herself, whimpering as she felt herself stretching wider and wider. The toy didn’t look that big but she guessed that at the base it was wider than most cocks were and it was stretching her, invading her with its unyielding cold hardness.

‘Almost there,’ Mr Corbin said encouragingly and Madeleine gulped, hating him. ‘I think it’s going to be uncomfortable, don’t you?’ he said, clearly enjoying the prospect. ‘I think you should thank me, don’t you? I’m going to a lot of effort here to improve you after all.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ Madeleine whispered, feeling a tear slide down her face. The snowglobe wasn’t fully inside her yet but she knew it would be soon. ‘Thank you, Sir,’ she said, hating him.

‘That’s better,’ Mr Corbin praised. ‘It’s almost into you,’ he informed her as if that was a good thing.

Then he shoved hard and Madeleine heard herself actually crying out, gasping as her entrance was stretched wide open, and then the horrid egg-shaped thing had slid into her, filling her, its thick, textured base pressing right against her pubic bone.

‘That’s it,’ her tormentor praised her again, pushing it the last inch into her with strong fingers. ‘Stand up and face towards me,’ he snapped out the order and, almost crying, her eyes wild, Madeleine stood and turned.

Oh gods, it was too big inside her, especially given how desperately she needed to go to the bathroom. She felt like she needed to stand bowlegged and she was scared that when she moved she would waddle like a duck. She was panting, trying not to cry out and begging him with her eyes to remove it.

Of course, he clearly wasn’t going to.

‘Fuck,’ Mr Corbin smiled as he looked her over. ‘I’m hard,’ he informed her with a sly leer. Madeleine gulped as she saw the telltale bulge in his trousers. ‘Get down on your knees,’ he ordered her bluntly. ‘I’ll use your tits.’

Madeleine dropped obediently to her knees, crying out as she felt the horrid snowglobe making known its presence inside her. She knelt with her knees wide, feeling instinctively as though she couldn’t close them, impaled as she was.

Mr Corbin snickered softly, watching her closely.

‘Uncomfortable?’ he asked, an expression she couldn’t read on his face. He nodded his head to the girl still riding the sybian — her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily, clearly desperate to stop herself from moaning or crying out.

‘She’s uncomfortable too,’ Mr Corbin said in the same satisfied voice. ‘She’s a good girl these days,’ he informed Madeleine. ‘Even if she is a stupid bitch. She knows her duty. I saw to that. She’ll faint before she makes a sound.’

He stood up, grabbing Madeleine by her hair. She shrieked as he frogmarched her across the floor on her knees to a low settee, then he was loosening his trousers and pulling his stiff erection out. He knelt above her, one knee on the settee, grabbing one of her breasts in a rough hand. Madeleine shrieked again as she felt herself bruising from his harsh grip.

‘Quiet, girl,’ Mr Corbin sounded amused. ‘Your tits are our handles — didn’t our good Mr Cole explain that to you?’ He sniggered under his breath, starting to rub his cock back and forth across Madeleine’s breasts.

She was silent, feeling overwhelmed. Enough men had fucked her breasts today that she knew how this would go — he used his precum as lubricant and fucked her breasts like they were a happy slide, before fucking hard and painfully directly inwards against first one then the other nipple.

‘Thank me,’ Mr Corbin gasped once. His face was rigid with desire, a sneer spread across his lips. His dick was hard, harder than before, she thought, and he was riding her hard, one hand grabbing her breast, holding it still for his cock, his other hand in her hair.

‘Thank you… Sir,’ Madeleine gasped, hating him.

‘That’s it,’ he moaned, and then he was growling as he emptied himself across her breasts, his cum landing hot and sticky, coating both large globes. ‘That’s it, darling,’ he said again, gasping as a second load of cum splashed onto her skin. ‘Take your master’s seed. And be grateful.’

Madeleine moaned softly to herself, feeling filthy all over again as the sticky liquid started to cool on her skin. Mr Corbin let go of her, standing and tidying his clothing.

‘Thank me,’ he said again, his voice harsh.

The direction of his eyes, smiling as he looked at her breasts, told her what she was meant to be thanking him for.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered. ‘Sir,’ she added, proud of herself for how her voice wasn’t shaking. ‘For your… seed on my breasts.’

‘On your fuck handles, tits,’ he sneered. ‘Go on, say it.’

‘Thank you for your seed on my… fuck handles,’ Madeleine whimpered, hating the obscene, degrading words she was forced to say.

‘That’s better,’ Mr Corbin chuckled under his breath. ‘You’ll learn. Anything else to say for yourself before I kick you out?’ he asked.

‘Please…’ Madeleine whispered desperately. ‘Please may I clean myself?’

‘No,’ he said flatly. ‘I like you like this. Anything else? I have work to do.’ His eyes flickered to the silently gasping girl on the sybian, her face white, her body shuddering as it drove its endless jackhammer up into her insides. ‘I’m about to turn it up,’ he said brutally. ‘That’ll make her faint, then when she comes to herself again, I’ll do it again. And again. She has to learn and she won’t learn if I don’t teach her.’

‘Please,’ Madeleine whimpered. She wished she could help the other girl but she knew she couldn’t.

I’ll be just like her soon enough anyway, she thought wearily, feeling defeated.

‘Please may I go to the bathroom?’ she whispered, begging him desperately with her eyes. Gods, she still needed to pee. The snowglobe had only made it worse, pressing inside against her pubic bone and against her bladder.

‘No,’ Mr Corbin said bluntly. He jerked his head sideways towards the door, telling her to get out of his office. ‘If you’re uncomfortable, it’s your own fault. Stand up and get out,’ he ordered her. ‘Unlike you, I’ve got real work to do.’

Please follow me for more stories! In the real world, remember to always play safely and practise positive, informed and enthusiastic consent that is respectful of all genders.

Do you enjoy non-consent and mind control erotica?

You might enjoy my new novel! From the moment Connor sees his sister Eve – after an absence of five years – he knows he wants to fuck her.

Even better, Eve is still a virgin, and Connor intends to be the first man inside her. And Connor has a secret – he has access to a secret process of mind control that can transform any woman into a compliant bimbo fucktoy.

His plan begins within inviting Eve to live with him – and from there he begins the process of changing her mind, and overpowering her will, to make her just the helpless sex doll he desires.

My Sister Eve contains brother-sister incest, non-con sex and domination, first time themes, forced breeding, mind control, bimbofication, enslavement and object insertion.

Get your copy of My Sister Eve on All These Roadworks!

It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. 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.

When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖

© Pixie Isobella