Chapter 32

Charlotte beamed with joy as she stood against the screen, dressed in a tight t-shirt and a short, frilly tennis skirt. Her blonde hair was perfectly combed back, and she sported white trainers and socks. Holding a tennis racket, she greeted the camera facing her with a playful grin.

“Hi, I’m Charlotte Spencer!” she exclaimed, blowing a kiss. Then, with a flirtatious wink, she made a tennis serve, sending the ball flying. Her skirt twirled up for a moment, revealing her white panties. She turned back to the camera, placing a finger to her lips, and smiled coyly. “Oh, I hope you weren’t peeking at my panties,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Great!” said Konrad from behind the camera. “That looks very sexy!”

“Well done, Charlotte,” beamed the director, Edward Pembroke. “Now, next scene!”

Charlotte’s smile evaporated into a stony expression as Mrs. Parker came on set and brushed her hair again. Now, Charlotte had to sit on a tennis chair with her racket by her side, as if taking a break during a tennis match.

“Oh, hi again! Hope to see you in person soon, but for now, let me tell you all about me!” Mrs. Parker began, her voice warm and inviting.

“Eighteen, starry-eyed with the whole world at my feet!” she declared, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. “Tennis semi-pro, you see, and caught between uni or traveling the globe, or just chasing boys!” Her hands clasped tightly, eyes sparkling like someone lost in a happy daydream.

“Excellent! Onto the next scene!” Mr. Pembroke chirped, then strode over to Charlotte. Her smile vanished as he crouched unexpectedly, using a glob of spit to clean Charlotte’s pristine white tennis shoes. Charlotte heaved a sigh of exasperation, her discomfort clear.

“You are doing well, Charlotte. You see how easy it is when you cooperate?” Mr. Pembroke said.

Charlotte stood by the screen, back to the camera, racket in hand. With a playful wink over her shoulder, she bent to pick up a ball, slowly revealing her long legs leading up to her panties. She then stood straight again, turning directly to the camera with a sweet smile.

“Oh ... you were looking? That’s OK, you can look, and you can touch, you can do anything to me! You see, I’m no longer a go-getting young tennis girl. I’m a slave, and I’m...” Charlotte’s voice broke, and she cried softly.

“Cut!” Pembroke shouted angrily as he walked forward. He grabbed Charlotte by the hair, dragging her to the tennis chair. He put her over his knee and spanked her hard.

“Charlotte! We will get this video done! If not today, then next month after you’ve spent that time with your friends!”

Pembroke didn’t have to clarify who the ‘friends’ were. Next to the impromptu film shoot were several clear glass boxes, one filled with rats, another with snakes, and another with spiders, all found locally. The sight of these boxes turned each girl pale. Camille had even fainted and had to be revived.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Charlotte said, her voice trembling. “I ... please ... I can do it...”

Mrs. Parker tried desperately to cleanse the tears and remove the traces. “Please, darling, you’re nearly done. Just finish it,” Mrs. Parker said kindly.

Charlotte took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and got into position. She turned around with a forced smile, then bent down, exposing her behind under her skirt.

“Oh ... you were looking? That’s OK, you can look, and you can touch, you can do anything to me! You see, I’m no longer a go-getting young tennis girl. I’m a slave, and I have been trained for your pleasure, and your pleasure only. Use me to make your dreams come true.

Once, I had dreams of my own ... But now, my dreams are meaningless. I will exist only for you. My body, my mind, my very being will be dedicated to your happiness. Every touch, every command, every desire you have, I am here to fulfill.”

The camera moved backwards as Charlotte moved forwards, starting to discard her clothes.

“Think of me as your personal creation, designed to bring you joy. I have been molded and shaped to meet your every need. My purpose is singular: to serve you, to please you, to be whatever you want me to be. There is no limit to what you can do with me. Your fantasies, your desires, your dreams—I am here to make them all come true.

So don’t hold back. Let your imagination run wild. Touch me, command me, use me in any way you wish.”

By now, Charlotte was naked and twirling her panties, with a demure smile. She paused, then mockingly put her finger to the side of her face as if deep in thought.

“But how did I get here? Where did it all go wrong for me? What happened?” she mused aloud, her voice tinged with a mix of sarcasm and sadness.

“Cut! That was excellent, Charlotte!” Pembroke enthused, his excitement evident. “Now, the last scene!”

For this scene, Charlotte was totally naked. She was tied loosely to the tennis chair, a tennis ball in her mouth, biting down on it, her legs spread open.

“Action!” shouted Pembroke.

Charlotte let the tennis ball fall from her mouth onto her lap and then to the ground. She looked directly at the camera and began to speak.

“You see, my daddy thought he would be clever and try to go back on a deal others had made. And because he was a top English barrister, he thought he would get away with it. But he didn’t,” Charlotte said, her voice trembling slightly. “I thought I was going to meet someone in Paris, and silly little me got kidnapped. Now, I am going to have a new daddy, and I hope it is going to be you.”

“Cut, perfect! That was so much better, Charlotte!” Pembroke exclaimed, finally satisfied. He remembered the hours of retakes earlier, before Charlotte had been first beaten, then kept in the spider box for just thirty seconds before swearing over all her family that she would get it right this time.

Charlotte burst into tears. This video had been her first vague hint of the reason why she had been kidnapped. The truth was the Crown Prince had lost quite a bit of money when her father developed a conscience about business dealings in Azmaria, and the sight of his beautiful daughter playing tennis had made the Crown Prince combine his dreams for a harem and revenge.

Pembroke was pleased. Seven short videos could now be securely sent to the Crown Prince, and the first deliveries could soon be made. It had been a tortuous few days, requiring a lot of coercion and cruelty, but they had nailed all the performances from the girls, who had to relive their trauma and humiliation for the cameras.

That evening, Pembroke relaxed with a glass of wine on his bed, his legs spread and Fatima between them, gently licking and caressing his cock while he watched the videos.

“Get that ass down, Fatima, you are blocking the screen!” he barked. Fatima obediently adjusted her position, making sure she didn’t obstruct his view.

The first video showed the Johanssen sisters, Freja and Ingrid. They were wearing cute sailor outfits, sucking lollipops, and holding hands.

“Oh hi there, I’m Freja,” said Freja with a bright smile.

“And I’m Ingrid!” added Ingrid, equally cheerful.

“We are the Johanssen girls!” they cheered together, then turned to each other and kissed lightly.

“We both dreamed of a world of peace and love and climate justice!” Ingrid said dreamily.

“And we wanted to make the world a better place. We hate corrupt undemocratic rulers who don’t care about the environment!” Freja added with a faux frown.

The scene transitioned to Pembroke’s room. The sisters were now in bras and panties, giggling and having a fake pillow fight. They stopped, hugged, and kissed on the bed.

“Ingrid, were mummy and daddy naughty when they wrote those bad things about our master?” Freja asked with a playful grin.

“Very naughty! So we got kidnapped!” said Ingrid brightly.

“Oh Freja, but now we don’t have anyone to serve?” Ingrid said, pouting slightly.

“Oh yes we do, Ingrid! It’s you! Our new master!” Freja turned to the camera and winked, as they began to stroke each other’s bodies.

They kissed again, then took their bras and panties off and crawled towards the camera.

Freja: “Once, we were the daughters of activists fighting for a better world, our family was full of hope and dreams.”