Chapter 46

The week dragged on for the unfortunate girls. For Darya it was a terrifying introduction to a sordid prison of sex, filth, and violence. For Sophie, it had been a whirlwind introduction to another human being, a young attractive girl who was the first human she had interacted with other than Pembroke in nearly three years, in which she had almost always been masked.

Pembroke avoided much contact with Darya, instead forcing her to witness sex with Sophie. Darya watched appalled as she saw the masked girl, whom she had barely heard say a word, lick this odious man’s asshole, feet and genitals.

The mantra continued and Darya was repeatedly disciplined with slaps to the face, hours in the sack, waterboarding, and lately a shock collar.

By Friday, Pembroke had the girls in collars and 69ing each other on the bed. “If you do not lick, LICK! I will shock the other!” He got Darya to understand that if she did not lick the pussy of the masked girl, it would be her to be punished, not Darya.

Darya gave in to her sense of kinship with this mysterious girl and complied rather than see her tortured. She lay on the bottom and sucked on the smooth pussy lips, cautiously exploring the inner folds and tasting her juices. Pembroke brought his own tongue to Sophie’s asshole, while staring into Darya’s eyes.

Sophie braved the metalic-tasting period blood of Darya to lick her pussy, not wanting the poor girl to be shocked on her behalf. She still had the horrible red mask on and was worried that her skin was now permanently itchy.

Darya was defiant and tough. She had only one black eye and some cuts despite the numerous beatings whereas Sophie still picked up cuts from the merest of slaps. Pembroke was grateful for the way in which he could use Sophie’s well being to control Darya. Perhaps she was like her sister, selfless and noble, so it was just as well that Sophie could be used as a bargaining tool.

He marvelled at how they could communicate in the cell. They would hug and cuddle and make signs to each other for hours on end. Pembroke put himself on alert, and primed himself to strike either of them at the merest sign of disobedience to put any ideas of attack out of their minds.

As Pembroke enjoyed the sight of the 69, he wondered when he would fuck Darya. He had put her on birth control, and reckoned that after her period she should be ripe to take his cock.

On Saturday, Pembroke gave Sophie a rest from her mask and ordered her to taste Darya’s pussy to see if her bleeding had stopped. Sophie was re masked and when she joined Darya, she made the sign to Darya that they both had formulated, that she was going to do something she did not want to do, but had to. She put her fingers into Darya’s panties, and dipped her fingers inside her.

Darya gasped and stared into the masked face, wondering what this girl was feeling. The fingers came out, clear and bloodless.

“Is your sister clean?” Pembroke asked her through the glass. Sophie nodded, her mask hiding her sadness as she realised this poor girl would soon be raped.

Pembroke brought over a schoolgirl uniform of his school, and ordered Sophie to get Darya to put it on. She also ordered Sophie to make sure she was well shaved and smooth, and that her ass and pussy be cleaned from inside.

Sophie was unsure how she could explain this. She held the hand of Darya and gripped her shoulders, hoping that her blank black masked face would convey something to her, that she was sorry, but that she must be strong.

“Will this man ... will he have sex with me now?”

Sophie nodded and hugged Darya.

Darya cried as she let Sophie gently shave her in the shower, and then push the shower head into her anus and pussy to clean her. Darya gasped, the week had felt like a year, and this alien creature was at least helping her.

Pembroke returned to the basement, clad in just a thong and carrying a bottle of wine with three plastic cups. He brought Sophie over for a mask change into the red mask with mouth hole, and then brought Darya over in the Willowbridge High School uniform he knew so well.

He ordered Darya and Sophie to drink, and then ordered Sophie:

“Sophie, dance with Darya, slow dance, like sexy, and then kiss her.”

Sophie began to dance in her green panties and vest, and took Darya by the hand. Pembroke sat back admiring them. Darya was reluctant but eventually swayed gently, staring into the wide red screens for eyes, imagining the face underneath, and the eyes staring back at her. She tried to follow Sophie’s moves. She was aware of what was going to happen, but the wine and the music and the urges from her mysterious friend made her play along.

“Kiss each other” Pembroke commanded.

“Sophie leaned in for a kiss. Darya resisted but hugged her.

“Darya! Kiss!” Pembroke stood up threateningly.

Darya glared back at him. In her uniform suddenly she became one of his pupils, another surly little bitch who would not do what she was told.

The wine and the atmosphere were making Pembroke lose control. Why was he playing these games? This girl was less than half his weight, he could just do to her what he dreamed of doing to dozens of girls in that uniform...

“Sophie, put your head under her skirt and lick her pussy. I want her wet, I am going to rape the fuck out of her. Do it!”

Sophie hesitated but got on her knees, and pulled at Dariya’s skirt. Dariya pushed her away and stood there, staring at Pembroke.

Pembroke froze, this girl was a different proposition to Sophie! She was daring him to attack her. Maybe it was a mistake to take a second girl, maybe he should have checked she was more submissive.

No ... he could not back down. Not in front of Sophie, and not now.

He looked at the crest on the uniform, thinking of the years of desire of all his schoolgirls, he looked at Sophie and then back at the black eyes of Darya.

“I am going to fuck you now, you little bitch”

Pembroke marched towards Darya and slapped her, then quickly grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed. “Fuck off, leave me alone. You will not hurt me!”

“Yes I will. You belong to me. You are MINE!”

Pembroke pulled off his thong, his cock springing to attention. Sophie stood, frozen and helpless at the terrible scene.

Darya tried to get up but received another slap to the face. Pembroke dove between her legs onto the bed, his head charging up her skirt and his mouth clamped down on her pussy, licking and sucking through her knickers, like a wild animal.

Darya screamed at the intrusion. She looked at Sophie at her red masked face, but saw the girl stand and do nothing. She tried to claw at Pembroke’s head, but he batted her hands away and then moved up, and with one hand ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying. He yanked her blazer off her shoulders, and her blouse was ripped off down to her wrists, immobilising her arms. He ran his hand over her breasts, and then over her face, sticking his fingers into her mouth as she tried to get away.

He moved between her legs, and pushed his cock against her pantie-clad crotch. He reached down and pulled them to one side and pushed hard, and seeing her face scrunched up in pain drove him to get even harder.

He bit hard on her neck making her scream, feeling her nails on his back, and felt his cock ease inside her.

“Nnnnnnnnn” Darya cried out as she felt him inside her. She was beaten, this man had used her. Her virginity was gone.

Pembroke leered over her now as he pumped her, looking down on her pained face as she sobbed.

“Sophie! Come behind me, and lick my asshole while I fuck your friend!”

Sophie could barely watch the brutal rape, and hesitated to come forward.

“Get that fucking tongue over here and in my asshole NOW or I will beat the life out of you and this bitch!”