Chapter 10 - The ladies exert their authority

“No ... Mrs. Parker ... please, no...” Charlotte’s voice trembled with fear ... and disgust.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte. It is for your own good. Master Pembroke will be back soon, and when he is here, there will be a lot less tolerance for disobedience. You are a nice girl, Charlotte. You probably think things cannot get any worse, but...” Mrs. Parker sighed heavily, the weight of her own helplessness evident. “They can, and they will.”

Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders hunched, her face hidden by her hair as she sobbed. The tears fell freely, a mix of fear, frustration, and hopelessness.

“Why do you do this, Mrs. Parker?” Charlotte looked up, her eyes red and accusing. “Why?”

“Charlotte, I am just as much a prisoner as you,” Mrs. Parker replied, her voice tinged with sorrow and frustration. “Unlike you, I have responsibilities here. This is not for me; this is for you. Here, Master Pembroke is like a god. Jamal and Kwame will hurt you, as will Mrs. Al-Haraz. If there was another way, I would not only tell you, I would have taken it.”

Mrs. Parker knelt beside Charlotte, her face softening with genuine concern. “I know this is hard to understand, but Master Pembroke’s wrath is far greater than what you can imagine.”

Charlotte was naked in Mrs Parker’s cell, on her bed. Mrs Parker was a in a black negligee with nothing underneath.

Charlotte wiped her eyes, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. “What do I do then? How do I survive this? How do I get out of here?”

Mrs. Parker placed a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “You comply, for now. You follow the rules, keep your head down, and do everything you are told. You stay alive, and hope that one day you will get back to your family.”

Charlotte shuddered at the woman’s touch. She knew what ‘comply’ meant. “What if he kills me. He will probably do it anyway. I cannot do this, I am not gay, I cannot stand those men. If I have to live this life without my family, there is no point in me staying alive.”

Mrs Parker grimaced. “Charlotte, do you have friends and family that you love?”

“Yes, of course! I don’t want to have to forget them to live this life!”

“Charlotte...” Mrs. Parker stroked her hair gently. “Master Pembroke will hurt not just you. If you do anything to yourself, he will come after your family. That is the kind of men we are dealing with. It is not just him. The man who bought you is even more powerful than Master Pembroke.”

“This cannot be happening in the 21st century! They cannot get away with it.”

Mrs. Parker sighed, her face etched with sorrow and resignation. “I know it seems impossible, but they have been getting away with it for a long time. They have power, influence, and connections that make them nearly untouchable. Me, I’m older and, and...”

“Master Pembroke told us about you!” Charlotte suddenly grew angry. “Fuck you! Trying to make me feel sorry for you. You are a disgusting animal, abusing your own children. But me, I don’t belong here! You do!”

Mrs Parker blanched. It wasn’t fair. She did not deserve to be here. This little bitch had no idea what it was like. She was pretty and rich, and even now she would be sold to some rich man who might treat her well. But life with Master Pembroke would be, for Rebecca, nasty brutish and short. She could feel it.

“Charlotte...” Mrs Parker’s tone changed. “I did not choose to be brought here. But I have a job, and my life and my family’s life depends on me doing my job, and that is to train you.”

“Just fucking stay away from me. I’ll wait for Jamal...” Charlotte looked at the older woman with revulsion.

Mrs Parker considered her options. If she failed to force Charlotte into lesbian sex, it would be known. Jamal was watching now on video, and would punish her now and Master Pembroke would be furious on his return. She looked up at the evil video camera in the top corner of the cell, knowing she had to always perform.

Mrs. Parker used her bodyweight and slapped the young girl across the face, then pulled her hair, eliciting a scream from Charlotte. She wrestled her onto the bed and pinned her to her back as Charlotte tried to wave her arms. Charlotte screamed, but no one was going to intervene.

“Stop fighting, Charlotte!” Mrs. Parker shouted, her voice a mix of desperation and frustration. “I’m trying to help you!” The older larger woman’s breasts hung down and dangled on Charlotte’s face, the hard nipples brushing against her cheeks as she turned away from them in horror.

Charlotte’s screams turned to sobs, her strength ebbing away as she realized the futility of her struggle.

Mrs. Parker’s grip loosened slightly, her own eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, Charlotte. I hate this as much as you do, but you have to understand—this is the only way.”

Mrs Parker leaned down, and Charlotte shut her eyes tight, feeling her lips against her own. She kept them shut as she felt the older woman’s tongue trace along the edges of her mouth and slip inside.

“Open your mouth darling, let my tongue inside you. It’s the only way.”

Charlotte kept he mouth and eyes shut. Mrs Parker gripped her lower face, and squeezed her mouth open and stuck her tongue inside roughly.

“Ugghh ... aaa” Charlotte tried to spit out at her, but Mrs Parker persisted. She then moved down, her breasts rubbing along her torso as she admired the girl’s stretched taut tits, and sucked on her nipples. Charlotte felt no pleasure, just utter nausea.

Mrs Parker moved lower, and tried to force the girl’s legs apart. “Nooooo ... please ... enough ... I need a break” Charlotte was covering her face with her hands, trying to blot out what was happening to her.

“Now Charlotte, come on, open those legs for me.”

Charlotte allowed her legs to be prised open as Mrs Parker looked at the slim film of pink flesh open up for her. The skin around it was red from the electrolysis and not a hair was in sight. Mrs Parker dove in, and sucked licked and nibbled on her pussy. Charlotte squirmed and whimpered, it felt so strange, having a woman down there, with her tongue! Mrs Parker knew the rule, nothing bigger than a finger was to go inside Charlotte and Camille, and put her index finger inside, as she sought out the girl’s clit. As she heard the girl breathing heavily amidst the sucking and squelching sounds, she hoped she might enjoy some part of this.

Meanwhile, Mrs Al-Haraz was on top and enjoying a 69 with Camille. Camille was not enjoying it at all. She had no interest in women, and certainly no interest in the scarred burnt face of the Yemeni woman. She kept her eyes shut as the older woman kissed her. Opening them, her left eye looked right into the seared flesh surrounding the open eye of her tormentor and she broke away screaming, thus earning herself a beating.

Now, Mrs Al-Haraz was hungrily supping on the young girl’s pussy, running her hands up and down her toned smooth white thighs. These white European bitches had long been a fantasy for her. Every now and then, she dug her fingers into the girl’s flesh, to warn her to get her tongue moving. Camille again kept her eyes shut in revulsion at the sight of the dark vagina lips in front of her, and dark anus radiating out onto her honey brown buttocks. The more her tongue touched the hot lips, the more they grew and glistened, leaking an acrid juice into Camille’s mouth. Even despite her disgust, Camille found it hard to avoid cumming to Mrs Al-Haraz’s expert tongue.

Jamal was naked lying in bed, watching the screens of the cells of Mrs Parker and Mrs Al-Haraz. He didn’t mind that his lack of any other language and his noticeable deformity made it wiser to sit out the adventures the others had in kidnapping girls throughout Europe. His intimidating presence on its own was enough to frighten the girls into submission.

He ran his huge hands over the slim buttocks of Zara, as she lay on top of him in a 69. She was sucking on his huge cock, not wanting to be beaten again. She was happier looking at his cock than his hideous face. She had vomited when forced to kiss him, and been slapped so hard she had banged her head against the wall, and Jamal had made her lick her own blood stains from the floor and the rough stitches on the gash on her head had been very painfully and clumsily put in.

Just his finger felt like a cock inside her, as she worked on his cock, a part of the male anatomy that she had not seen until her kidnapping. Now the male phallus invaded her nightmares. Her dreams of a marriage to a good man, children, they would be forever tainted if she ever got out of here. Below her, Fatima was licking the man’s huge hairy sweaty balls. She closed her eyes, not just to avoid the sight of the disgusting things, but her own cousin’s eyes and concentrated face. Making eye contact in this situation was a grim experience.

She hoped her cousin would make the monster cum soon. She need to have words with Zara, she was disobedient and was getting them both in trouble. She needed to live, for her daughter. That said, she could not fault Zara for vomiting at having to kiss his mouth. His jaw was half gone, his breath stank and his eye was just a scarred mess under his eye patch. His cruel blow to her head had terrified her, she had though he had killed her!

For now, she just suckled gently on the testicles, trying not to look at his asshole below, another area she had been forced to put her tongue into. These perverts were relentless, and to make mattes worse, the three men would soon be back, perhaps with more helpless female victims.