Chapter 56

The large black box stood in the center of the hall, while the girls looked at it ominously. The organization had a good run of luck, but Pembroke was nervous about his girls being stuck inside for 18 hours and wanted further checks. On this occasion, the box would need to hold two girls.

The two guinea pigs chosen were Efua and Lucy, both of whom were the same height as the rather tall Russian sisters who would be the ultimate occupants of the box as it took them to their new life somewhere in India. Natalia and Tatiana watched the inanimate black box, how lifeless it looked in the center of the hall, beyond the glass walls of their cell like a monument. It was silent, still, not a hint that two human beings were trapped inside.

Every half hour, Jamal, Mrs. Parker, or Mrs. Al-Haraz would check on the occupants with an infrared respiratory sensor to ensure they were still breathing inside.

After 18 hours, Pembroke entered and checked his watch. “Natalia and Tatiana,” he smirked at them through the glass wall of the cell, “how long did that feel for you? Soon, it will be you in that box. But when you come out, you’ll be stepping into your new life as slaves for a very particular owner with a taste for rather thrilling torture equipment! I can’t help but wonder what delightful sights will greet you upon your emergence!”

The Russian sisters held their hands together tighter, just looking at the box, praying for the strength to endure the journey, and hoping their new owner would be kinder and more merciful than anyone here.

The staff opened the box, following the same detailed instructions that would be available to Aarav Mishra. Under a layer of packets of seeds was a hollowed-out circular socket where two black-clad bodies were wrapped in a 69 position, their heads nestled between each other’s legs, packed tightly against each other’s crotches. Their legs were entwined, ankles pulled up nearly to their own ears, positioned sideways and horizontal. Their arms were around each other and tied together, with their ankles also bound. Their faces were masked, goggles covered their eyes, and gags filled their mouths, with small pipes through the gags leading to vents.

The figures were pulled up, barely able to stand as their legs, like jelly, refused to support them. They were disentangled and their legs lifted, trembling. Their goggles and gags were peeled off, and their hoods pulled down.

Their faces were stark, eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the light. Fear and exhaustion etched deep lines into their expressions, their breaths shallow and labored. The marks from the restraints were evident on their wrists and ankles, a grim reminder of their ordeal. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing,.

Pembroke cringed at the smell. The girls had pissed and soiled themselves. Their black suits were peeled off, revealing their naked flesh down to their panties, which doubled as nappies to conceal the smell and mitigate any leakage of fluid or filth from the interior of the box. At least the smell had not breached the box, thought Pembroke, although he would have to apologize to Mr. Mishra that the girls were likely not to arrive as pristine showgirls. But it was the price to pay for the secure and easy transit of slaves in today’s world.

“Well, girls, how was that? Eighteen hours in there!”

Efua and Lucy still could not speak, their breasts quivering and eyes darting around, having hallucinated and gone crazy from being so confined for so long with barely feeling their bodies.

Mrs. Parker helped Efua and Lucy to the toilets, taking off their panties and showering them. She rubbed their limbs to get the feeling back into them, though they still looked shell-shocked.

“Now girls,” Pembroke said to the Russian sisters, “Efua and Lucy are obviously very stressed and shocked. But when you are taken out of the box, you must remember that first impressions count. You should do your best to present yourselves well to your new owner.”

Natalia and Tatiana said nothing, just stared back at their captor, tormentor, and slaver, silently vowing that one day they would be free and have their revenge.

“Master, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be disobedient. Please, my English is bad, that is all.”

“Well, Yasmina, your prospective buyer cannot speak Arabic—only English. If you want to please him, understand him, or even beg for mercy, I suggest you learn quickly from the other girls in the short time you have left here.”

Pembroke was exasperated. He was certain that Yasmina’s poor English was not the only reason for her failure to deliver her lines convincingly and perform with the necessary emotion. His clothes were damp, the result of the bondage chair beside him, which had been used with a wet towel and basin of water. Yasmina was also wet, her revealing nurse’s uniform soaked through. Pembroke hoped this would enhance her allure rather than make her appear shoddy.

The truth was that Yasmina had been very reluctant to star in her video, even rolling her eyes and forgetting the rather sparse dialogue, not acting out the rather simple, if lewd and obscene, actions. Motivation had been brought about by strapping her in the chair, holding a towel over her mouth, and pouring water through it, forcing the towel into her throat, making her feel like she was drowning. Pembroke repeatedly made her recite the lines after he said them, and if she got it wrong, the towel would go back down her throat.

“I’m sorry,” sobbed Yasmina. “I ... I will remember this time.”

“And act it out. I want to see real passion. Just be a fucking whore, OK?” spat Pembroke. He realized he could never be a film director. “Now, action!”

Yasmina went through the gyrations, the dances she had been taught in previous training sessions in her nurse’s outfit. The white zip-up dress was outrageously short, barely covering the creases of her buttocks, and as she bent over, it revealed the whole of her ass cheeks split by her white thong. White stockings clung to her legs, held up by suspenders. Her dress, adorned with a large heart, was zipped up and held on her chest by straps, showing off her cleavage as she whipped her wet hair around. She licked her lips, staring at the camera.

“Hello, doctor, I can be your nurse, your patient, anything, but above all, I will be your slave.” She sucked her thumb, then brought it down between her buttocks as she bent over and ran it under the thong over her exposed pussy lips as she pulled the thong to one side.

“Doctor, you can treat me, heal me, or use me as you please. I am here to serve, to obey, to fulfill your every desire. My body is yours to explore, to examine, to enjoy. I live to be your slave, to feel your touch, to hear your commands. I am your nurse, your patient, your slave. Your wish is my command, your pleasure is my duty. My body is yours.”

Pembroke held his breath as Yasmina maintained her sultry gaze at the camera, stepping out of her dress and peeling down her thong. Clad only in her white suspenders and stockings, she lay down and pulled her pussy lips apart. “I am ready for my examination now, Doctor. Please carve me up!” She rubbed her clit and frigged her fingers inside her, spreading her legs as she faked an orgasm after about fifteen seconds.

“Cut!” Pembroke sighed with relief. “Finally! Thank you, Yasmina. That was a good take. I am sure your buyer will appreciate it. This should seal the deal and perhaps get me a little extra money!”

Yasmina lay back, her eyes reverting to their lifeless state, gazing upwards. She hadn’t understood everything she had said, but something felt off about asking her owner to “carve her,” and she resolved to ask what it meant later.

Yasmina lay back, her eyes reverting to their lifeless state, gazing upwards. She hadn’t understood everything she had said, but something felt off about asking her owner to “carve her,” and she resolved to ask what it meant later.

“Dry yourself off, Yasmina,” Pembroke tossed her a towel. “And get those clothes back on. You look so damn sexy in them. I’ve been frustrated because I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you for the last few hours! We are going back to my bedroom now, where I am going to fuck that sweet sexy nurse ass of yours!”

Just a few minutes later in his bedroom, they were making passionate love, Yasmina stripped down to only her stockings and suspenders, straddling Pembroke as she rode him cowgirl style. She rubbed her breasts in pleasure, while Pembroke marveled at the beautiful clear olive skin of the Moroccan beauty, her full lips, and sultry black eyes occasionally meeting his.

Beside the table on his desk was a small penknife, the blade open, appearing innocuous. Pembroke liked to test himself and his girls, and this seemed an ideal occasion. He looked into Yasmina’s eyes and knew that through the fog of sex and the sensation buzzing from her pussy, she still harbored the desire to kill him, to escape from the recordings of her.

The knife was easily within her reach. Both Pembroke’s hands were on her, cupping her breasts as they shook within his grasp as she bounced up and down. Her left hand was so close. Could she do it?

Pembroke was also occupied by staring down over her body and her lovely skin. Would the Doctor really be as cruel as to slice into her youthful body? What would he do? He thought of what he could do to Yasmina with his penknife and reasoned that if Yasmina had any inkling of what fate was in store for her, she should grab the penknife and fight for her life now.

“Now suck my cock, and keep your eyes on me. Keep eye contact while you suck me,” Pembroke commanded, now relaxed as the knife was far from her grasp. He stared into her eyes as she stared into his, her mouth engorged with his cock, moving in and out of her throat.

For Yasmina, it was hell. She had to stare into the eyes of the man who had kidnapped, tortured, and imprisoned her and her friends. Now he was leering down at her, looking into her soul as she sucked on his cock.

Should she bite down hard? What would happen? He could drag her off; it wouldn’t kill him, it might just injure him. He would surely kill her, perhaps skin her alive, but might it stop him from doing this to others? Would a ruined manhood help her fellow prisoners?

She hated herself for being what she was—a slave, forced to obey, fellating him like a whore, like an object. She did nothing—neither took the knife nor bit into his manhood. Was she a coward? Or was she smart? Was he daring her? What was going on behind those cold, black eyes of his?

Pembroke finally climaxed, holding Yasmina’s face down to his crotch as he felt his release, expelling his cum into her throat.

He led the girl back to the hall and the cell, his hand playfully tickling along her lower back and buttocks as she walked, enjoying the ripple of her flesh with each step. It might be the last bit of vanilla sex Yasmina ever had, if what she was to endure could even be termed sex, from what the Doctor had implied to Pembroke.

He hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes, his naked form and semi-erect cock on display as he went to the cell. He unlocked the door, pushed Yasmina in, and locked up again, facing the dozen or so silent, naked girls inside. To him, they meant nothing; he didn’t even need to put on clothes in front of them.

He noticed that Elira, upon seeing him, had come to the front of the cell opposite him. She went down on her knees on the other side of the glass wall, staring at him, her dark eyes not leaving him. She looked submissive, yet adoringly at him, her gaze unwavering.

Pembroke’s interest was piqued. The girls were usually either sullen or terrified, scurrying away from him. But Elira had displayed herself like this in front of everyone. He knew from previous recording summaries that she had refused to join in plots against him, had never said anything bad about him, and had even defended him against insults, enduring mocking and anger from the other girls.

He stood just a foot from her, on the other side of the glass wall, holding her gaze. Her eyes seemed to implore him to take her. He had planned to spend the night alone, reviewing some reports and messages in bed. He checked himself, realizing he wouldn’t always have access to so many available girls; he should make the most of it.

He re-opened the cell door. “Elira, come out. I can see you are horny. Come with me to my bedroom, you little minx.”

Elira walked out, head bowed but back straight. “Yes, Master, thank you.” Pembroke slapped her ass and ordered her to walk beside him, holding his hand. The other girls wondered—was she trying to manipulate him, or was she turning into Master’s girl?

Pembroke didn’t bother showering, forcing Elira to taste his sweat and the juices of Yasmina on his cock as she sucked on it obediently. He recalled taking her virginity, how she had needed the intervention of Mrs. Al’Haraz to manage the pain and bleeding and force her to go through with it.

Now, she fucked him with grace, skill, and enthusiasm. When she sucked him, she recognized the taste of Yasmina from their pairing earlier that day in 69 training, and felt only a pang of jealousy that another girl had been around her Master’s cock. She sucked hard, having been on the cock-sucking machine; whenever she was put on the 9-inch dildo, she would imagine it was her Master’s cock, the same size, and suck furiously, determined to please and impress him when given the chance.

She came several times, as did he, and afterward nuzzled in his armpit in bed, not minding his sweat and musk, savoring the comforting smell of her Master. She was only slightly annoyed by the lingering aroma of Yasmina’s pussy.

“Well done, Elira,” Pembroke kissed her head, stroked her hair, and ran a finger along her body down her hips, letting it linger gently between her buttocks. “You have adapted to your new life quickly and well. You are a great example to the others.”

“Thank you, Master,” she nuzzled into his chest, savoring his chest hair, grateful for the masculinity after so many endless hours of female company and flesh and bodily functions.

“Do you miss your family, your old life?” Pembroke asked casually.

“Thank you, Master,” she nuzzled into his chest, savoring his chest hair, grateful for the masculinity after so many endless hours of female company and flesh and bodily functions.

“Do you miss your family, your old life?” Pembroke asked casually. “Master, yes, I feel sorry for them. They must miss me, and I know I should miss them. I don’t like the exercises and having to ... do things with the other girls, but I ... I cannot explain it...” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Master, I know I am only one of your girls. I’m just a slave, and you will sell me to another man, but ... I love you!” She sobbed into his chest, her emotions overflowing. “I’m sorry, Master, please punish me if I’ve done wrong, but I didn’t ask for you to kidnap me. And now, I’m in love with you, and I hardly ever see you. It’s not fair!” She wiped her tears, her voice breaking with sorrow and desperation.

Pembroke smiled, flattered by her confession. What was it about being a brutal, domineering slave owner that made beautiful seventeen-year-old slaves attracted to him, he wondered.

“Don’t worry, Elira, I won’t punish you for falling in love with me,” he chuckled. “I am flattered. It’s a useful skill to develop, to fall in love with your owner.”

“Master,” Elira raised her head, tears streaming down her face. Her breasts swayed freely, and her nipples brushed against his chest hair. “If you like, I could be your personal slave. You could do anything with me, anything. I could stay with you, work for you, maybe even be like Madam Parker or Madam Al-Haraz. I can tell you about the other girls, the ones who say mean things, who make up plans, and about how they are trying to escape or reach people on the outside, to help you!” Her eyes shone with sincerity.

Pembroke smiled at her affectionately, kissed her on the lips, and wiped away her tears.

“You have to remember to think of yourself as a product, Elira. You are stock, not staff. I did not thrive in this business by being soft-hearted.” He saw Elira’s face fall. “I would lose out on a lot of money by not selling you. It is so tempting to hold on to you girls. Do you think I wouldn’t like to keep two beautiful Russian sisters here? But the money I get for them helps run this place and brings me plenty of money to enjoy. Surely you can see that.”

“But Master, maybe buyers will not want or pay much for me,” she said, her eyes downcast. “But with you, I could be the most loyal servant, the best slave, maybe even help you train the girls. I don’t want to escape, honest, I swear. You can keep me here. I just want to stay ... with you.” She sighed and lay back tenderly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, awaiting the punishment, even looking forward to it.

“Oh Elira,” he smiled casually, kissing her again on the top of her head. “You’ve only been here a few weeks. I think you are a true submissive from an unhappy family. You are best suited for this life! You’ll be here a while for training, and we generally operate on a last-in, last-out basis, so you will have plenty of time to spend with me and serve me. Maybe you’ll tire of me, but I am confident you will be an excellent slave for whomever I decide to sell you to.”

Elira didn’t respond; she just cried.

“I tell you what, Elira,” Pembroke wiped away more tears. “Some of the buyers are very, very bad men—twisted, depraved, and merciless. I won’t give you names, but some of the girls sold and to be sold are in for very painful lives as slaves. Their lives will not be long; in fact, they may even pray for an end to their suffering,” he warned her. “But you, I will hold you back, like an ace card, for a nice owner, relatively nice,” he checked himself, “someone who does not want to torture his slave. Someone you can worship and have a long life with, fulfilling your submissive nature. How does that sound?”

“Thank you, Master. You are kind and merciful. I understand you have to be hard and tough in your work, but thank you,” she said softly.

Pembroke quietly hoped he would be able to fulfill this promise, but he knew he might end up making similar promises to too many slaves. If someone picked out Elira and offered a good deal of money for her, he knew that his promise to her would be dropped like a hot stone.

He thought it might be fun to change the mood, and perhaps test her obedience. “Of course, Elira, I cannot say that you might not change my mind during your tenure here. It is refreshing to have an obedient girl who embraces the life she is going to have to live. Tell me, would you be willing to help me run this place in any way I order you to?”

“Of course, Master,” said Elira, her eyes brightening with hope.

“Well, I only have two female staff, who are also slaves: Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Al-Haraz. If I am going to expand, I would need another. I think you have the potential to get to that stage of ordering girls around, but, well, your mother, she was quite strict, wasn’t she? She beat you and controlled your brothers. Do you think she would be a useful candidate?”

“Wh-what? My- my mother, here? But Master, she is ... she...”

“What?” Pembroke said flatly. “What is wrong with procuring your mother? She is not so attractive anymore, but if she can control you girls, then she could be useful. Of course, she would be brought in line. I could threaten the rest of your family; I’m sure I could motivate her. Why would your mother not be good at this job if you think you could do it?”

Elira panicked, was he fucking with her? Was this a test? She had given up on her family, but seeing her own mother here would be a nightmare for so many reasons.

“Imagine your mother ordering you around here” smiled Pembroke “ordering you to lick pussy as she ordered you to clean your bedroom, maybe ordering you to lick her pussy. Look at Amina and Farah, here the rules of the outside world do not apply!”

He could feel the heat coming from her cheeks and probed further. “What does your mother’s body look like, tell me.”

“My mum, she is not so attractive anymore,” said the young girl in embarrassment. “She had five children”

“Elira!” Pembroke raised his voice making her jump. “You told me you wanted to be my slave, and now you are being disobedient! Now answer the question, or I will have to punish you!”

Elira winced at his change in tone and it overrode her embarrassment. “She has a big tummy, it hangs out over her hips, her breasts, they are big but kind of saggy, her bum is ... really big, with cellulite...” she wrinkled her nose at the thought of her naked mother.

“How would you feel about your mummy sitting on your face” chuckled Pembroke, needling her.

“Hmmm Master I am sorry, I would find it ... gross and disgusting ... but if you commanded it I would have to do it” she bowed her head again and put her face against his chest again.

“What about your daddy” asked Pembroke, “I am old enough to be your father and you say you love me, that tells me you must have some feelings for your father. You told me, or rather Adnan, that he spanked you in your underwear. If you were my daughter, I would have molested you by now, so there must have been something, come on tell me, what is his body like?”

Elira swallowed hard. “He is hairy, hairier than you, he is fat too, with big wide shoulders, he is...”

“You have seen him naked? Describe his cock to me”.

Eira breathed hard into his skin. “Master, he did use to, lay with himself in front of me. His cock was a lot smaller than yours, and he never touched me with it, but he came like men do, with the semen coming out of his cock.”

“Master, I understand that you like to make fun of me, but ... I accept it. Your joy at my expense, I accept it, honestly. I just want to make you happy.”

Pembroke looked at her, his amusement fading slightly. “That’s good to hear, Elira. Obedience and acceptance are valuable traits. Just remember, everything I do is to mold you into the perfect slave, someone who will be highly prized by your future owner.”

He couldn’t believe she could be the perfect slave. He ran his finger down between her buttocks until he poked into her anus. His finger slid in easily.

“I see Nadim has had his way with your bottom. You are quite loose here,” said Pembroke.

“Yes, Master. Mr. Darwish likes to ... play with us in that hole. It is painful, but I understand that it is your wish we be used in this way.”

“It is important, as your owner will want to use that hole, but I do think he has gone too far. Some of the girls’ assholes are like torn ribbons,” he laughed. “Nadim, he likes boys, mainly, so that explains it. I understand there is a market for boys, not just girls. Perhaps we should exploit it.”

Elira was silent.

“You have a nice younger brother, Valon. He looks cute; I am sure Nadim would like to spend a night with him, as would many men. What do you think? Should he be our first male acquisition?”

Elira’s heart sank at the thought of her brother being dragged into this nightmare.

“Master, he is only twelve!” she wailed.

“You have a very optimistic view of human nature,” laughed Pembroke. “He would be just as valuable as you are, though it would mean a radical change to my organization setup, perhaps you could train him? Would you help me acquire him, perhaps trick him into coming to an isolated spot, if you are really my dedicated slave?”

Elira’s heart raced. The thought of betraying her brother filled her with dread, but she knew she had to respond carefully.

“Master, my life is no longer my own, I tel myself that I have to put my faith into you, that whatever will happen, will happen.”

Pembroke chuckled. It was cruel to torture this loyal young girl like this, though she was likely just a hormonal mess. He enjoyed watching the turmoil play out in her eyes.

“Let us put your family to one side, Elira, for a moment. Though you should always remember, I will always have them in my sights, and if I thought your little brother would make me some money, you can rest assured I will try and put him in the cell with you! But for now, let me illustrate my methods to you. It’s too late for you now, of course; you are already in my hands. I want you to see how the acquisition process goes.”

Pembroke pulled out his phone and read a message from Katalin. She was eager for his help; in her charity work, she had access to many refugees and was wondering if he could give them jobs.

He smirked, knowing this could be a perfect opportunity. “Elira, watch closely. This is how the acquisition process begins,” he said, showing her the message. “We will take advantage of every opportunity that comes our way.”

He dialed the phone, spreading his legs as he directed Elira. “Lick my asshole while I talk to this lady. She’s a target herself. Imagine the scene: she could soon be naked in the cell with you, and you’d have to explain how you listened to her voice while I planned her kidnapping. You might even have to admit that you could have warned her during this call, could have saved her, but you didn’t.” He smirked.

There was a slight delay in the conversation, just a fraction of a second, and Pembroek’s finger hovered over the mute button in case Elira dared to raise her voice. So he knew any warning from her would be futile. He wanted to manipulate her, to drive home the point that even with the chance to act, she remained a coward and naturally a slave.

Elira could barely remember the point, just weeks ago, when her Master’s demands had felt foreign and dirty. Now, she considered it a privilege to serve him in even the most debased ways. His body felt like a symbol of a power she was compelled to serve. She secretly yearned to call him ‘Daddy’ instead of ‘Master.’

Katalin was at her desk in her office in Budapest when she took the call, thrilled, still fixing her hair despite it being a voice call. “Hi Edward,” she said, trying to be professional and hide how much she craved to hear his voice.

“Hi Katalin, hope all is well at work. Just a quick call, I’m between meetings at the moment but I have an urgent job for which two of the men you put forward might be ideal. It’s a bit of a risk on my part but I believe in you if you recommend these men, and I think they can do it.”

“Oh yes,” stuttered Katalin. “Really, Edward, they are fine young men. Saif, he has a degree in engineering, and he’s a part-time actor, so charming! And Manny, he’s a trained nurse and could be in the Olympics as a boxer, if any country would just accept him,” she sighed in frustration at how these refugees were being denied opportunities to fully participate in society. “I think it’s great you can help them!”

Lying flat on his back in bed, an arm behind his head, his legs spread, a beautiful teenage girl’s face between his legs licking him in the most intimate way, Edward tried to think. “Yes, Katalin, I’ve already contacted them. It’s a simple piece of work, but they’re well suited to it, and I can safely say they passed the interviews,” he smiled.

“Oh wonderful, Edward,” she bit her fingers, hoping he wasn’t with another woman, though she felt he was irresistible. “Of course,” she teased, “Edward, you must be an equal opportunities employer.” She wanted any reason to stay in contact and develop their business relationship further. “I do have plenty of young women, many of them sex trafficking victims or potential victims who need good, honest work, something to give them hope and experience, to feel they can do something with their lives.” She prided herself on remembering the mantra and again twirling her hair.

“Katalin, darling, you are a natural in business,” he grinned. “The way you push these workers onto me—haha. If you insist, send me their details, age, experience, and full photos and ID. I’m sure I can find work for them, something to match their talents!”

“Oh, thank you, Edward. I’m so happy I’m making a difference with this job. I really think I’ve found my niche,” Katalin bounced happily in her chair.

“Great, well, I will get in touch soon,” smiled Edward. “I have to go now, the meeting is opening back up.”

“Oh yes, you’re busy,” Katalin laughed nervously. “Goodbye!” She hung up and stared dreamily out the window, imagining his body in bed next to her.

Elira gazed up at him, over the horizon of his balls as her tongue continued to work inside his asshole and massage him, partly in awe of his evil yet mesmerizing conman technique.

“You see, Elira, Katalin has earned herself a stay of execution while I make use of her. The best employees in this business are those who don’t know they’re working for you. And you have to admit, stateless young female refugees are perfect for my type of product. No need to worry about protective families or overly concerned law enforcement.” He smiled down at Elira, pleased she was still licking as he played with her hair.

“How close were you to killing yourself when we first communicated via that website?” he asked, curious.