Chapter 2

A few days later, some packages arrived in the post. While drunk, Pembroke had ordered some articles he planned to use. They included a sexy maid’s outfit, a pair of kinky handcuffs that he would never trust to hold a genuine prisoner, bondage rope, more complex bondage ties and restraints and a garter belt bodysuit as well as several butt plugs. Pembroke was glad they arrived in plain packaging. The total cost was laughably low and he wondered how the Chinese economy could afford such exports.

Pembroke put them away but began to work on his plans for his basement. He reasoned it could hold a bedroom and a “living” area. He made a more substantial order, this time of motion and non motion cameras, loud speakers and microphones. Just the ordering and the fantasy was enough to arouse him. He told himself that just wiring up the room would be the fun part even if he never did anything further.

One thing he struggled to check was whether anyone would hear a loud banging on the ceiling, wall door of the basement. Once the microphones arrived, and cameras, he first set them up in different areas upstairs, and banged and screamed as hard as he could in the basement. He then inspected the footage. He was impressed at the technology. It managed to pick up the faint playing of music from a nearby funfair outside, but not the banging and clanging from down below in the basement.

Pembroke was relieved but also terrified at every little development like this. If the basement had turned out not to be soundproof or just 90% soundproof, he would have had to abandon his plan. But with each little success, there remained fewer and fewer reasons not to go ahead with this. One failure would mean he could back to his normal life. But if the plan had a chance of success he knew he would see it through until he failed.

He wanted a prisoner who could have some semblance of a normal life of a prisoner and so bought up some teen fiction from charity shops. He was also interested in buying “normal” teenage girl clothes from such shops but deemed it too suspicious. As it happened, temu had lots of options for young girls’ clothes and the orders kept coming in. They were all kept in the basement. An apparition wall was built which would divide the “normal” room from the fun room.

A cheap bed was purchased from a charity shop, though the base had to be thrown away when Pembroke realised he could not fit it down stairs and through the door. A new detachable base was built and assembled below in the living room from Ikea. Some shelves with Enid Blyton books and Harry Potter, Twilight, and Nancy Drew (Pembroke was old fashioned) were set up. Drawers with close such as modest panties, thongs, socks, pyjamas, nighties, sweaters, tracksuits were kept. The basement was a little chilly and a heating system was installed.

Lingerie of a more sexual nature was next. Adult lingerie was purchased as well as children’s lingerie all online. Bondage costumes were not sold in child sizes, for obvious reasons. But most of the young teenagers on Pembroke’s radar were almost the size of small size Chinese women.

The “fun room” would take up most of the space. In addition to this, as a precaution, Pembroke purchased an industrial use metal cage. The idea of this was for around a front door. People could come in through a door but would then have to wait in a little caged off area outside the door to get further access. The reasoning was to stop a prisoner from being able to wait right outside the door although cameras would show every part of the basement, including from a TV screen just outside the padded door into the basement. Pembroke realised that one had to be extra careful and also would need to impress upon the prisoner the absolute security to convince them to stop any plans of escaping or attacking him. An unsuccessful escape attempt was not something he wanted to encourage. The cage was purchased from an industrial supplier, with Pembroke using his fathers old company contacts for this.

The process of ordering, trying and discarding, re-ordering, setting up and rigging all this took a few weeks. The cost made a dent in the money from the French house sale. But he reasoned it was worth it. But he reasoned it was worth it. If he ever decided to sell his house, he did wonder what he would have to do about the basement, and thought he should have kept the old washing machine and dryer to have to hand to put back there, to maintain the illusion of an old abandoned basement. A clean swept empty basement might look suspicious, though not as suspicious as the one that was not rapidly filling up.

To enter the basement required a key code to be entered of 8 numbers which Pembroke had memorised and written down upstairs. To get out, the same code had to be entered along with a physical key. In addition, another key was required to get through the cage surrounding the basement door.

Pembroke tried his best to break through the cage. He could not, and even tried picking the lock but this failed. He also repeatedly tried the basement door but could not budge it by force or by guile. The plastering on the walls had been well done, and unless one had a hammer and chisel no shawshank redemption style tunnel could be dug without being quickly discovered, and would take months for a man let alone a teenage girl with no tools beyond books and clothes.

Pembroke was frequently exhausted at class. He would frequently be up until 2am working on his basement. However, his singularity of purpose meant that he had an aura of confidence in class and somehow this rubbed off on his pupils.

One thing that had occurred to Pembroke was his prisoner may not just want to hurt him. In fact, just as US prisoners were not allowed shoelaces or belts, he had to consider what precautions to take about preventing her from self harming herself. Ultimately, he could not look after her 24/7 and could not keep her in bondage forever which would likely be a fate worse than death for her. Nevertheless, he purchased some straightjackets, which were for sexual purposes but, he reasoned, would be enough to control a young girl. He thanked God that he was not gay. He could not imagine having to control and maintain a young man down here.

Special bondage equipment was purchased, again online. A “fucking bench” in which the prisoner would be strapped down on her tummy, her hands tied underneath the bench, while further down the bench lower benches would accommodate her shins with restraints to tie around her ankles, as the prisoner would be forced to have her bottom in the air. The bottom lower benches could be pulled apart or closer together, to dictate how high the prisoners bottom would rise, doubtless to accommodate the fucking position and perfect position of the penis. The legs of the whole bench could also be adjusted to change the height, particular if the user wanted to be kneeling or standing while performing doggy style sex on the helpless prisoner strapped down.

Another trickier device was a sex sling which hung from a hook built into the ceiling. Pembroke was reluctant for several reasons. It seemed to be a staple of every sex dungeon he viewed online and read about. His first concern was drilling the hook in. Would it damage the ceiling? However this was allayed by the fact that he was very keen to have other reasons to have a hook. Having a prisoner hanging from her wrists and strung up taut on her tip toes was something he really wanted to experience.

He was more worried that sling would collapse. He made a mental note not to perform “missionary” sex on any hapless victim tied up on the sling for fear the combined weight would collapse it. The fall to the ground would likely injure the prisoner (and himself if he was stupid enough to leaning on top of i/her). He purchased a sling designed for gay men. Again he thanked god he was interested in slim girls and not beefy men and hoped the weight factor would be taken care of. He had never heard of any lawsuits involving collapsing sex slings so trusted in the manufacturers.

More devices were purchased, some online, and some from sex stores in London. A St Andrews cross was assembled in the basement, in the shape of an ‘X,’ where the victim could be tied by arms and legs to the tops and bottoms of the same. An ‘examination’ table with gynaecological footrests for inspection and restraints along the sides. More innocent items were purchased at the local Tesco. Feather dusters and electric toothbrushes might seem like normal devices. But Pembroke had other intentions. Tickling an outstretched girl, and using the electric toothbrush in lieu of a vibrator

The thought of pornography brought Pembroke to consider how he might make his own. He still thought of Dilan as his primary intended victim, but if not, it would be another schoolgirl, someone who would be recognised eventually if the footage were released.

He had his own brush with porn making in the early 2010s. At the time had a casual relationship with a Filipino girl some 15 years his junior. She had a beautiful body, but was self conscious and shy. Pembroke had exerted his own dominant side over her in the bedroom and they had fantastic kinky sex.

Eventually, Pembroke persuaded her to be filmed for sex. She at first refused. He threatened to leave her, saying their sex life had stalled. She pleaded for the relationship to continue and he agreed. She cautiously agreed to be filmed having sex with Pembroke in front of his new camera.

The Filipina girl, Violet, had reasoned that as Pembroke was entering into a teaching career, there was no way he would allow sex videos to be made public in which his face was visible. However, unbeknown to her, he had already looked into and mastered the art of blurring is face out in the videos. They broke up soon after and Pembroke began a steady relationship with someone from his work. He uploaded all the videos with his face blurred out. A few years later he googled Violets name and saw that she had been indentified and even tagged on porn websites and in porn revenge websites. He saw his old account and saw the old videos now had hundreds of thousands of views. His face was blurred effectively in all videos, and he was never identified. He and Violet had no real mutual friends, and so none of her family, friends or acquaintances would have any idea who the white male body belonged to.

He had not heard from Violet in years but could see that she no longer had any social media profiles up. On googling her, there were very little results except for links to porn websites where someone, perhaps old workmates/schoolmates who recognised her, had commented writing her name and talking about her. Pembroke still watched the videos occasionally. They were wiped from his computer but he was able to find them online by keywords in certain sites. He signed when he saw how his own body had deteriorated. He admired Violets beautiful body, her olive skin and her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him cowgirl style, laughing and looking into the camera. “God, promise me you won’t ever show anyone this!” she said, before dismounting and turning her ass splayed for the camera to see, while she sucked on Pembroke’s penis as he lay back. Every so often he raised his head in the video and the blurring came back. The title of the video was “promise me you wont ever show anyone this” with 33 comments underneath. Some exclaimed how hot Violet was. Others lolled at how stupid the girl was to trust that the video would not be shown. Others posted angrily that the video should be taken down. And one comment stated “this is Violet Bayaco, stuck up bitch that worked in UCL hospital, haven’t heard from her in years this used to be her FB-...” which led to a facebook profile which no longer existed.

Given the revenge porn laws now in existence, Pembroke hoped he was out of the woods with Violet. He figured that Violet must have been aware of the videos and dropped out of sight online and maybe went back to the Philippines. She may even have taken her own life, the thought did sometimes darken his mind, but then so did the consequences of what he was going to do now.

He wanted to video his “conquest” and wanted to put it online. However, this might lead to him being caught. For one thing there was an outside chance a video could give a clue as to the whereabouts of the victim. He had read that Osama Bin Laden had nearly been caught because of the rock formation in the caves behind him in his videos.

The videos would also raise awareness of the victim. He had intended Dilan to be his victim, not just because she was so lovely, but because she could vanish and not be subject to a huge search. If any such victim became news, then anyone connected with her, such as an old teacher might fall under suspicion. There was the option of keeping the videos private, but then could he trust himself not to post them online or on the dark web some night?

Pembroke’s classes continued. He grew more authoritarian and confident but still had problem classes. Lucy Gibbons had placed a period-stained tampon within the pages of her homework, which was sent to him. Dilan, his favoured pupil (and victim), disappeared again in late November. He was kept informed that she had briefly appeared at a school in Manchester, and then late at night had turned up at her old foster home, the hotel, and who knows where else. Pembroke became nervous with each disappearance, as he might never see her again. But there was another feeling: relief. Up to now he had done nothing illegal. If Dilan left, there was no obvious replacement victim. He could not pick up a local girl, who would be more likely to appear missing on the scale of Madeline McCann. There were other asylum seeking girls at the school as well as some chav girls whose disappearance might not cause much disturbance, but none of them interested Pembroke. He was interested in sweet attractive girls who unfortunately for him are also valued very highly by society.

In early December, Dilan appeared again. She appeared to have a boyfriend who picked her up outside school. Pembroke was now impressed, how could a girl just turned 14 be able to run off every other day at school with a grown man and the authorities do nothing about it? She seemed more withdrawn and did not speak to classmates as she used to. She was re-emerging as the perfect victim.

Pembroke had something else to consider. Health. He had managed to procure her records and noted her excellent health with nothing to consider. Of course there were periods and the possibility of pregnancy. Pembroke had no interest in going all this way to procure his own sex slave and then having to wear condoms. Through the dark web, again he had managed to procure a ready supply of the contraceptive pill. Of every item bought so far, this was the hardest to explain. Even on the dark website he had to explain that they were a couple whose culture did not allow contraception yet did not want children (yet). The pills duly arrived.

One thing did bother Pembroke, or at least it bothered him less than he felt it should. He did not feel overly bad about taking a young girl against her will to be his slave/prisoner. He considered he was owed sex from such girls, and that he could provide for her in his basement. He foresaw a life of sadness and mistreatment if Dilan stayed in the real world. She would get used to her life, it would just be different, and there was just no other way he could get what he wanted.

But, there was a strong possibility that she might die or that Pembroke would be forced into a situation where he would have to kill her. In the taking of her, if she escaped or fought back to the extent where it was he or her, he might have to kill her. If she attacked him in captivity he might have to kill her to stop her hurting him, or just to stop her escaping. He could also imagine having to sell the house, or even meeting the woman of his dreams in “real life” and not wanting to have her around if he wanted to embark on a happy life with his new spouse. Or what if the years went by and he was starting to get dementia, and the thirty something Dilan would be stuck in the basement? In such situations, releasing her would spell doom for him. His rational brain told him that he had to be prepared to kill her in cold blood. But the same thing that had hindered him all through all his life also hindered his considering the full implications here. He just could not envisage far enough into the future to the point where killing her would have to happen. And so he ignored it.

If Dilan got sick, through some mysterious illness, could he live with himself if he ignored her pleas to see a doctor? He was quite capable of masturbating over the videos of Violet and the thought she had been condemned to a life of humiliation. But could he sit in his sofa year after year knowing a crying girl was wasting away down there? He would have to find out. His life would depend on it.

His rage against the sexuality of young women had caused him to make impulsive moves before. He had been over forty, greying, and had gone to a nightclub with old acting chums. Each of whom had an unsuccessful life as he had. They had gone from pub to pub before trying a club in central London. His partner had wished him well and gone home to bed.

Inside the club, he gawped at the lovely young things wearing next to nothing. He muttered to his old friends about the girls and what he wanted to do to them. His old friend was not impressed, and had not been for some time that evening. He had three children at home one of whom was a fifteen year old girl and he felt very uncomfortable being in a nightclub and listening to Pembroke perv over girls who looked like his daughter. He left as did the others while Pembroke stayed on till closing time, imagining his younger days but knowing he would never have had a chance with these girls then anyway.

Outside, he saw a blonde girl in a silver mini dress with giant hoop earrings. Her mascara was running and she was clearly drunk and walking on her bare feet. She walked into a small courtyard near the club, and sat down on a slab and started smoking. Pembroke wandered closer, and cursed himself for not having a condom. The girl passed out, he saw the cigarette hanging from her hand slip to the ground. Nobody else seemed to have noticed her but then...

“Alright mate, you having a look at this slut too?” an unkempt, scruffy beggar had just come up to me and like me had seen the whole scene. Pembroke tensed, ready for a fight. “Don’t worry, my man, lets have a look, enough for both of us...” The man lowered his voice and said “come on before anyone sees...” They both looked furtively before ducking into the courtyard.

“You all right love?” said the beggar, “hmmm ... I can...” the girl trailed off ... she was completely drunk. She was lying on her back, her silver dress covered her cleavage well but was now already hitched up so high her black thong was showing. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, she didn’t sound English, and was perhaps a tourist or student. The beggar began stroking her legs. Pembroke stroked her face, figuring it was a way of reviving her at least, but she just hmmmed further. Suddenly, Pembroke saw her handbag, as did the beggar.

“Here, lets divvy it up...” he said, Pembroke saw the most important thing, a condom, and quickly pocketed it. The beggar grabbed the phone and a small purse. There was also a passport, which the beggar let him keep. “Ingrid Nielson, Danish, born 5 February 1997” Pembroke had a double take, she was just 18. The beggar had some cash and was counting it. Pembroke whipped out his phone and began to photograph the body of young Ingrid.

“Here keep me out of the photos” joked the beggar. “I can’t get into her phone” he moaned. Pembroke took a quick look at it, there was a fingerprint security. “Hang on let me check” said Pembroke, and he took the phone and quickly pressed each of Ingrid’s fingers against it. Eventually there was a “ blip” and the phone opened. He handed it to the beggar. “Great mate”, he answered, “Im gonna see if shes got some money in there...” Pembroke looked around; nobody seemed to know there even was an entrance to the courtyard. But he did not want to stick around too long. There were lights just strong enough that he didn’t need flash but he was weary that people might see them. He kept taking pictures and pulled her dress up to her waist and down exposing her breasts.

“Here, I saw her first ... I got first go” said the beggar.

“Ok, let me keep her knickers then.”

“Sure thing mate, then im gonna fuck her. She’s gorgeous.”

Pembroke could not disagree with that. He quickly slid her thong off, she was completely hairless underneath. Her eyes remained closed. He pocketed the thong while the beggar climbed on top of her. He wasn’t going to wear a condom.

Pembroke retreated near the entrance and was ready to either run, or pretend to help rescue her if anyone came. He had once been with a drunk unconscious girl before, had nervously waited, but had to abandon his plan when a group of people came by an spotted them, and he ran off. This time, he was determined he would get some of that beautiful Danish girl. He listened to the beggar sighing and couldn’t believe the girl didn’t wake up. She must have been drugged. This was then karma for all the spiking he had done before ever being able to capitalise on them. His penis was rock hard.

Eventually the beggar clambered off her. “Hang on just let me get her prints on the phone again.” Pembroke doubted he would be able to make use of any apps to get money out. He did suggest to the beggar “listen if you can’t get any money out of it, why not change her facebook profile photo to her like that.”

The beggar was zipping up and chuckling. “Sure thing fella, haha” as he took her thumb to log into her phone.

“Do it in a few minutes though, her friends could come out if they see it and Ill still be fucking her, here it gives you time to go through her other apps, they might have fingerprint access too” said Pembroke as he tried to get the condom on his penis.

“Good thinking friend,” laughed the beggar whose face was lit up as he looked for banking apps. I got her contactless anyway Im gonna get some booze in that shop if you want some.”

Pembroke was taking a few more photos of Ingrid this time her legs spread grotesquely and her vagina clearly the victim of a recent fucking. He had a feeling that as soon as he came the last thing he would want to do or should do is spend a second longer with the beggar or in the vicinity.

“Maybe” said Pembroke. He had never had sex in front of another man before, but be grunted into the blonde girls face and opened her eyelids to look into her gorgeous Nordic eyes. He kneaded her soft breasts and licked her face from her chin, along her lips and along her nose. He didn’t last long.