Chapter 47

Edward Pembroke now felt like he could not return to the complex without at least one teenage girl in bondage, such was his pedigree. He almost felt as if Mrs. Al-haraz and Mrs. Parker were a little disappointed they just had one crying fifteen-year-old nubile young Italian nymphet to discipline and accommodate now.

Francesca had been well raped by now, albeit only in her asshole and mouth and despite her previous lack of experience was completely aware of what her life was going to be like going forwards. Pembroke was cagey as to what had happened to her parents although this tortured Francesca even more.

Being told about how she would spend the rest of her life first being trained for, and then living, a life of sexual slavery was bad enough for Francesca even with the physical abuse that had gone on before. The sight and smells of being surrounded by over a dozen other naked young women who wore the baggage of months of disgusting sexual training and captivity and unrelenting attention to the details of being a sexual servant to a master’s needs.

Mrs. Parker felt sorry for the young girl as she placed her under the electrolysis, gazing at her bruised and bleeding anus as she worked on the tiny hairs surrounding it, and worked the tattoo gun on her wrist while caring for her cauterized little finger stump.

“What will happen to us? What about my family? What is he going to do with us?” Francesca asked Mrs. Parker. Despite being helplessly strapped to the table while the blonde woman performed the painful process of tattooing and electrolysis, Mrs. Parker’s vaguely kind demeanor and feminine wiles, in contrast to the other brutes, gave Francesca a glimmer of hope.

“Francesca, darling, please,” Mrs. Parker sighed. “It’s hard to accept, but all the other girls felt the same way. I can only tell you that, for months now, none have escaped. Many girls have been taken and sold to rich and powerful men. That is your destiny. I recommend you pay attention, speak as little as possible, and be as good as you can. You might end up with a kind owner.”

“But ... I cannot be a slave. Surely, not in this day and age. That’s ancient history!”

“I’m afraid I thought the same thing,” Mrs. Parker replied, her voice tinged with regret. “But here we are. Wealthy and powerful men always get what they want. You must know, despite your youth, that men desire you. So why wouldn’t a few rich men pay for the ultimate ownership?”

“But I am so young, I don’t know anything, I never experienced anything, Why would they want me?” Francesca wailed.

“Francesca...” Mrs Parker could not help but let her eyes, and her hands, linger along her thighs and pelvic bones “you must know that you are so pretty, surely all the boys and the men looked at you...”

“Yes,,, but that wasnt’ right!”

“It’s not about right and wrong, it’s about power “ Mrs Parker savored her own power over the helpless girl ... running her fingers along the inside of her thigh “They want you, and they can have you. And there is nothing you or I can do abut it”

Pembroke sells Sophie “I’m afraid I thought the same thing,” Mrs. Parker replied, her voice tinged with regret. “But here we are. Wealthy and powerful men always get what they want. You must know, despite your youth, that men desire you. So why wouldn’t a few rich men pay for the ultimate ownership?”

“But I am so young,” Francesca wailed. “I don’t know anything. I’ve never experienced anything. Why would they want me?”

“Francesca...” Mrs. Parker couldn’t help but let her eyes, and her hands, linger along Francesca’s thighs and pelvic bones. “You must know that you are so pretty. Surely all the boys and men looked at you.”

“Yes, but that wasn’t right!”

“It’s not about right and wrong, it’s about power,” Mrs. Parker said, savoring her own power over the helpless woman. She ran her hand along the inside of Francesca’s thigh. “They want you, and they can have you. And there is nothing you or I can do about it.”

Francesca whinnied as Mrs Parker ran her finger alongside her pussy lips, and the older woman smiled at her as she drew it to her own mouth and tasted it. “I can be your friend here Francesca, darling. I like you too, I won’t hurt you, just be obedient, and cute.”

Francesca stopped talking laid her head back and tried to breathe steadily as Mrs Parker’s fingers toyed with her privates. She tried to imagine her mother, and her father, looking for her and how she might be rescued.

Meanwhile, Pembroke was enjoying sex with Kasia and Gal. Mrs. Al-Haraz was on hand, naked, at the side of the bed, partly cajoling the girls and also minding them as her Master wanted to relax and was at times in a vulnerable position.

Now, he was in such a position, lying on his back, Kasia was straddling his face, her pussy on his lips and he hungrily chewed on her labia, savoring his favorite tasting pussy in the complex. Meanwhile facing her, Gal was riding his rock-hard cock in her pussy, enjoying the sensations and looking into her friend Kasia’s eyes, while being mindful of the awful Mrs. Al-Haraz’s eyes on her, looking for any misbehavior. The Master was underneath both of them, his lean, hairy torso so vulnerable, if either of them had a weapon or the guts to stroke their evil overlord.

Like a piece of delicious chewing gum from which he had extracted all the flavor, he pushed Kasia’s buttocks off his face and squeezed her skin tightly until he heard her gasp with pain, and spanked her.

“Come on Gal, you are only twenty, work that tight pussy, I want to cum up inside you, you should be like a vice at your age, come on.” He brought his hands to Gal’s athletic torso, gripping her sparse fat with his fingernails, until he clawed at her nipples and got a nice grasp, as he felt his cum shoot up inside her.

“Yes! Good girl Gal, now get off and clean my cock like a good girl!”

Gal had wanted to climax herself, but his voice was like a command of ice, and she lifted herself off, feeling her pussy clench as her juices mingled with his semen. She pushed herself back so her mouth was around his cock.

He pulled Kasia by the hair and brought her lips to his mouth and kissed her, his hands playing with her breasts, more generous and round than Gal, as she lay on her side by him while Gal’s face stayed between his legs.

“Kasia, both your lips taste delicious. I swear you are the tastiest girl I’ve ever had,” he teased her. He looked down his body at Gal. “Keep sucking, gently! Mrs. Al-Hraz, get your face between Gal’s legs and kiss her, taste your Master in there!”

Mrs. Al-Haraz almost saluted him and went to Gal’s bottom and parted her ass cheeks, and brought her tongue to her crack along her pussy and asshole, secretly loving the taste of her dear Master’s semen as she found it with her busy tongue among the tangy folds of the Israeli girl.

“You know, Kasia,” he said to her between kisses, “I do have a fondness for you ... and you too, Gal!” Gal knew better than to remove her mouth from around his cock, though Kasia risked his wrath with a question.

“Master, does this mean you might not sell us?” Kasia did not dare to ask her real question—would he ever release her?

“Oh, my dear Kasia, I am a salesman. Of course, you will be sold! As will you, Gal. Both of you girls are in huge demand. You should see the messages. Some very respectable gentlemen are willing to pay a lot of money to do some very naughty things to each of you!”

“Master, I am scared...” Kasia thought of how different this beast of a man had initially appeared to her, as a vulnerable man in her strip club.

“Well, Kasia, there are some customers who just want a sex slave but are otherwise busy. You could spend most of your life in a nice subterranean gilded cage, with books, movies, pretty clothes, and even nice food! But there are others...” Pembroke sighed wistfully. “Some are not gentlemen, frankly. My goodness, some of the offers, and that’s just what they’re willing to say to me! Of course, what they want to do is up to them, not me, and certainly not you! But some of the talk ... well, I cannot let it cloud my business. Oh, Kasia, you are such a pretty girl. I would not want to see you be...”

Kasia’s brow furrowed, and she tried to stop herself from slapping her tormentor.

“Master, what do you mean?”

“Well, can either of you girls imagine having sex with a gorilla?” Pembroke giggled as he said it. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, after all. it may be your reality.”

“Master, please,” Kasia said, her voice trembling, “don’t, please do not force me to have such a horrid end. I can do better for you!”

“Now, Kasia, know your place and kindly do not raise your voice or speak out of turn,” Pembroke said harshly. “What you can do for me is be sold for the highest price a buyer is willing to pay. If a man offers me a million dollars for you to appear in a snuff movie with a gorilla and that is the best option, then that is what will happen to you!”

Kasia did not speak; she almost choked.

“However,” Pembroke continued, turning on the charm, “as I said, you are one of my favorite girls, and I would like to place you with a generous, kind owner who will give you a reasonable life and a reasonably long life expectancy.”

“Please Master, what can I do?” Kasia was used to horrible men, she knew she had to be practical, even with the Master.

“Well ... Kasia, I was wondering if you could let me know about any other girls you know, back home in Poland or in Marseilles, who might be ideal candidates. Not necessarily for cruel owners, but just to increase my stock in general. You see...” he ran his finger over her perfect Slavic cheekbones, “you were an ideal candidate. I didn’t have to fake your death for the authorities not to care about you. You were a loner, a dreamer, a lost little girl who thought she didn’t need her family, and so here you are.”

Kasia tried to look, stoically, at Pembroke’s mouth, then his large, cruel hands. She hated this verbal torture.

“I know I shouldn’t linger too long at the same watering hole, but a strip club full of degenerate and silly whores like you and Sophie is a goldmine! Even better if they’ve moved away since, though. Maybe you have a grudge against someone? Or perhaps there’s a prim little miss perfect out there,” Pembroke smiled lecherously, “and you’re thinking—why me and not her?”

He looked down his body at Gal. “You too Gal. I am afraid that you are very much in demand as an Israeli and a former soldier. I am afraid that you have many admirers who are keen to have you and wish to inflict pain on you for reasons far beyond having such a cute spankable bottom. I am sure you know this, so it is best for you if I have more Jews and Israelis in my cellar to satisfy the demand out there for nice Israeli flesh.”

Looking at both girls with a smile he continued. “Help me help you, girls. Not just recommendations for girls but ideas for procuring them. Gal, you have several sisters, if I could market you as siblings you would have a lucrative attraction far beyond your nationality and you might have a gentle pervert and not a violent anti-Semite for an owner.”

“Please Master” Gal brought her face up above his crotch “they can do what they want to me, I can accept it, but please don’t harm my family”

At that moment, Gal cried in pain as behind her Mrs Al-Haraz bit into her buttock and intervened. “Do you not stop sucking the Master unless you have something he wants you to say!”

“Quite right, Mrs Al-Haraz,” said Pembroke. “Gal, get your mouth back down on me again. If I want to target your family, I will. If you don’t want to cooperate with that or with any of your old friends, fine, but just remember, while your stay here might not have been pleasant, you have not seen the worst of humanity ... yet.”

Gal and Kasia continued to pleasure Pembroke, both silently wondering if and how they could improve their situation by potentially condemning other girls they knew to the same life of hell they endured.

Kasia was back in the cell with the others, looking out through the clear walls into the hall and feeling sorry for Sophie. It was a grim moment; they had been taken together, and while they had not liked each other in the “old world”—Sophie had been a brat and had looked down on the dancing girls while wanting to be one herself—she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her now. Sophie looked terrified.

She was heavily cuffed, her arms behind her back and encased in a single glove cuff. Further confined in a black rubber gimp suit, with her face barely visible and about to be sealed over for the last time, she had to look at Pembroke and the black box container she would spend the next half a day in before being delivered to Brad Watkins.