Chapter 4

“And now let’s get you naked, finally” he smiled at her. He brought the knife to the sides to the panties and ripped both ends and pulled it away. He ran it under the shower to run most of the filth of it, before squeezing it and bringing it over the rest of her clothes. He ran the shower over her butt cheeks and showered in between her legs. He noted her vagina had a light covering of dark stubble on top. “Now I am going to release your hands but not your legs. Be careful as you may fall over, though I will be here to stop your fall.”

He released the Velcro restraints and stood back. She brought her hands up to her front and covered her breasts and her pussy. Pembroke smiled and took more photos.

“We will both remember this day for as long as we live, my dear” sighed Pembroke. “Now, I want you to clean yourself thoroughly, here is some soap. I will catch you if you fall over, but be very careful to scrub all over. “She blushed, and knew he meant around her anus and vagina specifically. He started videoing her, she took to her task with intent, the difficulty of maintain her posture with her legs held far apart obviously focused her. She washed under her arms. “Wash your hair now, I want you to be nice, here is some shampoo.”

He watched her wash her hair after scrubbing her body. “Now shave yourself. “ He handed her a safety razor. “Armpits first.” She was in a state of shock but complied. Her face had the same nervous expression as when she was answering question in class. He had some ideas about how to permanently remove her body hair, though understood that she still had to grow and develop into puberty. For the time being, shaving was better than lazering until she had developed more, then he intended to carry out some permanent hair removal on her.

Dilan was terrified would fall over at any second. Her knees were sore from being kicked to the ground at first, and then bound into a hog tie for what seemed like hours, and now being splayed apart while balancing herself. She was grateful to be clean but felt so embarrassed and pathetic having to clean and toilet herself in front of Mr Pembroke.

She still could not quite take it in that Mr Pembroke had kidnapped here. Was it only him? What was he going to do? She tried to imagine she was back in maths class when he ordered her around. She winced as Pembroke crouched down and ran his hands up her shins and thighs.

“You are so smooth; you don’t even have to shave your legs yet. Wonderful.” He was weary of a razor in her hand, not matter that it was safety, and so backed off. “Now this will be difficult, but I want you to shave your little pussy, can you do that? Have you done it before?”

“Yes sir” responded Dilan shyly. She had to do it before as Abdul had demanded her, she had been disgusted by the pornography videos he had shown her. Him, and those disgusting white men that Abdul had sent into her room. And now this...

“Good, now let’s get it nice and smooth for me. Come on” He watched her struggle to pull the hairs form the razor after each shave, and start again. It took a while but she looked up and said “It’s done.”

“Good, now remember you should called me Sir” (he liked the sound of this teacher’s address). He did sometimes get a thrill from girls calling him “sir” while imagining it in a dungeon setting.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now girls should not have hair here.” He pointed to the soft flesh of her crotch, “Also here,” and he ran his finger down, over the tight crevice of her pussy, and between her thighs side to side, and over her anus and up past her cheeks. “Now this will be difficult but I want you to turn around, and bend over, and try and shave between your legs”

He smiled to himself; this was going to be humiliating and difficult. She looked at him as if you to say “you cannot be serious”. “Do it, turn around” he barked. Shouting it out proved more instructive. She turned around and faced the wall.

Now without her gaze he was free to look at her without the pressure of maintaining his authority. “Stay there a minute” he said as he started to luxuriate over her. Her shoulder blades struck out prominently and her back looked perfectly proportionate and athletic. He turned off the water, and ran his finger down the length of her spine. Her two butt cheeks were perfect little globes with no overhang at all over her thighs. He ran a hand from her ankle up to her neck and kneaded her buttocks. She leant forward to lean on the wall to stop herself from falling over. This parted her cheeks ever so slightly, which Pembroke suddenly took as an invitation, to launch his face into her crack. He closed his eyes and began devouring everything around his mouth. Dilan squeaked as he began gently biting and licking everywhere he could. His penis was now rock hard.

He took a few steps back. He saw the tiny figure of the girl, barefoot shaking and gasping. “OK now do what I told you, bend forwards and with one hand grab your ankle. With the other I want you to shave around your pussy lips and your bumhole.”

She hesitated, and tried to look around, and lost her balance, falling forwards she caught the wall to stop her fall. She stuttered and tried to look back again, with an utterly confused look on her face.

“Get to it!”

Dilan shuffled backwards on the leg spreader, then leaned forward again. She then crouched down, and grabbed her ankle, and slowly raised herself up.

“Higher” Pembroke shouted, as he realised she was cheating a little. She went a bit higher. It seemed quite uncomfortable, but she began waving the razor around her nether regions while gripping her right ankle with her other hand.

Pembroke crouched down to his honkers. Her bumhole and pussy looked so exposed. “I will do it” he snapped and grabbed the razor. There were not actually that many hairs and it was one in 10 seconds. He cupped her crotch and held his hand on her chest as he raised her back up.

“Now there is just one more step to cleaning you. “ He grabbed the shower head, which Dilan suddenly noticed was the shape of a small dildo. He had bought the smallest size he could find online. “I am just going to stick this up your bottom to clean you out.”

Dilan panicked, she had no idea what weird thing this was. She already knew she was going to be raped but this sounded even stranger. Everything about Mr Pembroke was weird and strange and evil.

“Push your bum out, come on Dilan” he chirruped and slapped her buttocks. “Please no, I don’t want to, please don’t do this to me, please PLLEASE...”

“SHUT UP” shouted Pembroke. “I will not take disobedience. I won’t have it. This is normal, it won’t hurt ... much. You are going to be here a long time you will be CLEAN understand?”

“I’m scared” screamed Dilan.

“On your knees, let’s make this easier” said Pembroke. She knelt down and he pushed her head to the ground. She was forced to raise her bottom in the air. Her bumhole was exposed to Pembroke, who turned the water back on, it soon became warm and he sprayed it on her bumhole, nudging the shower head into her hole.

“Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah...”

“Just relax, its water, we will get it out soon.” Soothed Pembroke

“Its sore, its killing me...”

“Don’t be silly, I do this to myself. This will be over in a few moments.” He did do this to himself. He was a germaphobe and they would both be clean when they were down here.

“Now that’s it” he grinned as he turned off the water. “Now make your way over to the toilet and expel your bowels”

“What?”

“Shit it out ... darling” he sighed. “When you are down here, we are going to work on your education. You will read books. Your English is good but it must improve. I have no interest in learning whatever your languages are, when I say something in English you will understand and obey it.”

Dilan felt the water shoot out of her. Loud rasping noises made her face go red.

“When did you last eat?”

“Lunchtime...” she responded.

“Good, I will give you something to eat soon, after we are done.” He flushed the toilet, then brought Dilan back to the shower and bent her double before inserting the shower head back into her and turning he water back on. This time it was cold.

“Oh ... oh ... its cold its cold””

“Yes, it takes a while to warm up. Don’t worry in future you will do this yourself, and will learn how to get the warm water, the key is to wait. I am afraid my darling I am a little impatient.”

He brought her back over to the toilet until he was satisfied she was clean inside and out.

“Now, one last thing.” He brought over a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, and brushed her teeth. “Open wide, stick that tongue out, let me clean that too.” He scrubbed her quite violently before releasing her. He then brought over a towel and scrubbed her dry. He guided her as she waddled over to the hook. Now, I want you to put your hands together. I am going to bind them together again, but this time in front of you so it will not as painful.

“When will you let me go?”

“I will answer that very soon, my darling. Now please, wrists together...” Dilan obediently held out her hands and Pembroke wrapped Velcro binds around her ... These were different to the restraints used earlier, which he had placed beside her torn off clothes and would need to be washed.

He then grabbed a cord off the wall, and after a few attempts successfully threw it through the open hook hanging from the ceiling. The sex sling was currently stored away and the hook was now simply there to suspend Dilan by the cord. He pulled the cord down, attached it to her restraints, and then began winding the cord upwards from a pulley lever system at the wall from which the cord came from like a power hose. Gradually, Dilan’s arms were raised.

“OOOOOOOOO PLEAseeee stop!!” as her feet left the ground.

“OK, a little less perhaps,” smiled Pembroke who was just testing the strength of the cord He lowered her down until he feet could touch the ground but her heels could not quite make full contact. The spreader bar, combined with the cord pulled up, served to completely immobilise her.

Her legs were spread taut. Her rib cage was pulled upwards and her stomach was stretched so that her belly button was almost protruding. Pembroke ran his hands over her legs, feeling the sinews strain as he kissed up and down. His hands rubbed over the ridges of her rib cage like the bumpy terrain of an undiscovered land.

“Is this painful” he asked

“A little” she responded, breathless.”

“Good, we will manage, let me shower and clean and we will have a chat.”

He went to the clothes pile, and dirty restraints, and carried them out of the room and up the stairs. Back in this normal house, his head spun. He put her clothes in a plastic bag and made a note to dispose of them asap. He put the restraints in the washing machine with other dirty clothes, and briefly stepped outside.

It was colder now. It was closer to 11 o clock. Tomorrow he would clean the car, throw away the clothes and he would have done all he could to get rid of the evidence. He felt more at peace than ever but also exhausted.

He went back down to the basement.

“I was just taking care of things in the outside world. Now, to clean myself up.”

“Dilan was standing trussed up legs akimbo still, her breathing had quickened and it was clear this was really uncomfortable for her. However, Pembroke first stepped to the side, stripped off and took as shower. He also used the anal douche head and cleaned himself on the bowl and in the shower. He then dried himself off, and, totally naked, walked in front of Dilan.

Dilan’s eyes widened. Until now he had been fully clothed. She had seen naked older before but this did not prepare her for this situation. Mr Pembroke had a greying chest hair and pubic hair, hairy legs, a large guy and a large penis handing semi erect. Dilan could not believe this was her maths teacher. She tried to think of something to take her mind off the sight in front of her.

“Now Dilan, we will have a talk...”

Edward Pembroke had rarely felt comfortable being naked. His boxing had barely made a dent in his body fat. However, his attraction to younger girls had meant this was largely irrelevant. He had long since accepted that attraction was only going to go one way with him. The way he saw it, his body was strong and able to lock Dilan up and imprison her. Dilan’s body was only good for one thing, to attract him to her. And his body was good for one thing, to own her, for him. Both their bodies were fulfilling their purpose.

“Now Dilan, what has just happened, it’s been a surprise for you, I’m sure. Are you all right?”

“Sir, please, I feel faint...”

“Let me give you some wiggle room, then...” he allowed a little more cord to go through the hook, and Dilan was able to rest her feet fully on the floor, bend her knees a little, and relax her elbows slightly.

Pembroke moved back and stared in admiration at what he had done. This was his greatest achievement. Dilan was beautiful naked, her tummy was still tight and stretched concave. Her mons was smooth and disappeared into a tiny cleft that was barely visible. Her breasts were pointed upwards as a result of her arms still being pulled upwards, stretching her breasts over her rib cage. She looked like a slightly softer version of the Vietnamese girl fleeing from the napalm bombing. Her hourglass figure was exaggerated by her waist being sucked upwards and inwards above her pelvic bones.

“You are free to ask me whatever you want.”

“Why have you done this to me?”

“Dilan, I have wanted you since the moment I met you in the summer. From that point this was inevitable. I have worked on this...” he waved around him “and worked on my capture of you, for months.”

“Why me?”

“You are beautiful. You are young. You are just my type. And you are a victim, you are submissive and you will submit to me.”

“I have friends, I have family”

Pembroke noted she said ‘family ‘ in front of ‘friends’. “No, you don’t. If you did, you would not be here now. Other girls, the girls in your class, they are with their family now. It’s Christmas. They have families, they have lives where they are secure and looked after. You are a little lost sheep, you had no one to protect you. Well now I have caught you ... and I won’t let you go...”

“My friends are looking for me, they’ll find us, the police will come...”

“I am interested in your friends, yes. Those boys ... Tell me what you were doing tonight. Explain.”

Dilan went quiet.

“Tell me. It doesn’t matter now, but I want to know why you were going to Fiona’s house.”

“How do you know Fiona?” queried Dilan, her large eyes meeting his, she seemed genuinely confused. Pembroke smiled to himself. He had no clue about Fiona beyond knowing her name from Dilan’s file, other girls’ files, gossip among teachers and the idle chat of the stranger in the pub earlier that day. He decided to tell a little lie.

“I make it my business to know everyone here. A woman who fosters beautiful young girls is a great asset to have.” He gloated.

“What happened to her?”

Pembroke realised that it might seem that he had got rid of Fiona as part of his scheme. It had not occurred to him that his appearance at Fiona’s house was so strange and that she might not believe she had actually left the country and changed her locks.

“She is fine; she is taking a break from fostering for the moment. She doesn’t get enough money from it, she makes a lot more from providing some sweet little bitches for hungry wolves like me...” he laughed theatrically. He realised he could only keep this up for so long without looking ridiculous and longed to start touching her again. He did enjoy the confusion on Dilan’s face, would she believe Fiona had literally sold her out? He wanted her to doubt every connection she ever had.

“So tell me what you were going to do tonight?”

“I dunno...” she mumbled.

“You must tell me the truth ... I will get to it sooner or later. I will have to go through your phones and your laptop later...” He didn’t want to tell her he had already dumped those.

“I wanted to spend Christmas with Fiona ... I had no place to go” she said meekly.

“Who are your friends you stay wit in the hotels?”

“My boyfriend, Abdul ... him and his friends...” she replied bashfully.

“Now Dilan, I find your last few months spent in this country very interesting. Like I said, the reason you are here is because your life is a mess. It isn’t your fault of course, you are only fourteen and you came to this country as a refugee. The government here failed you, and your family failed you. That’s why you’re here.”

“My parents died...”

“I’m sorry, but that is my gain and your loss. They are victims and you are one of them. That’s your lot. Nice girls from nice families like Lucy Gibbons...” she saw Dilan bite her lip at the mention of her bully... “they get nice things, they get to look for nice boyfriends. Girls like you ... even nice girls like you ... they don’t get to choose their boyfriends. Their boyfriends choose them ... and you got chosen by me.”

Suddenly Dilan started babbling in Turkish or Kurdish ... surprising Pembroke. She started becoming hysterical and began to twist around and yank down on the cord. It didn’t’’ budge. He waited and admired both the strength of the equipment, and the movement of her body. There was not an ounce of body fat save for the swelling on her breasts and the plump globes of her buttocks.

Her head swung back and forth and she shut her eyes and her hair flew from side to side. Pembroke stared, fascinated, his heart racing. Physically he could crush her, yet she was still a little tiger. What an unfortunate life. Pembroke had thrown away his advantages and committed terrible crimes. This girl was perfectly lovely and normal and had she grown up in an English family, she could look forward to a nice husband and a nice career. The unfairness of it all. This is how humans react to that unfairness, they go crazy, especially at such a young age when it’s still so hard to accept life is not fair.

Pembroke waited, then deliberately slapped her across the face. It worked just like in the old movies. Her face flew back, and her body went limp. She then hung forwards, and her head hung down, her dark curly hair falling down. He pushed the hair, still wet, back, and pushed her head back and she slowly regained her footing. He gripped her jaw then his hand fell to her neck.

“I can kill you any time I want. Any time you are disobedient, any time you are an inconvenience, any time you fail to please me. Your life belongs to me, not just your body. You will behave yourself in my presence.” He moved his face close to hers, till their eyes were centimetres apart, and pressed his thumb into the front of her throat. Her mouth gawped open, and her eyes gazed into his, pleading for him to release the pressure.

Suddenly, he released her throat and stepped back.

“Now, tell me what you were doing this evening.”

Dilan breathed deeply, her rib cage rising and her concave stomach sucking in air. Tears streamed from her eyes, and a little dribble of blood oozed down her chin from the slap. She was starting to show the bruises and cuts more prominently from the attack earlier that night.

Dilan started to open up. Abdul, her boyfriend, had wanted her to stay with him in the hotel but she wanted away from him. Fiona was her one safe space so had walked from the hotel to her place.

“And the rest is history” smiled Pembroke. “Now, tell me about Abdul...”

Dilan hesitated. She had hated Abdul earlier today but now he was arguably her best chance of freedom from this crazy person.

“He is my boyfriend. He will be looking for me now. He knows your car. He knows Fiona. He can find you. Please just let me go, I won’t tell him...”

Pembroke was slightly perturbed that he might “know his car” and wanted to probe this further. However, this seemed like empty threats regarding Fiona, with whom he no connection.

“How would he know anything about me?”

“He protected me from all the creeps. He will track you down. He loves me...”

Pembroke started to reassure himself that he was having a conversation with a child and that he had to bear this in mind. He pretended to be deep in thought and walked around Dilan, taking another view of her athletic body from behind.

“That wasn’t my car, tonight. You told me tonight you had seen my car before, but there is no way you or Abdul would know I was following you. There are lots of men lusting after you, girl. Frankly, I don’t think Abdul loves you at all. I have seen him with you, and I’ve seen him with other pretty girls too.”

He sensed her discomfort.

“You are made to be a slave to the more powerful, my dear. Abdul is a young kid, with no job apart from sleeping with and pimping out girls that are far too young for him. No woman his own age will touch him.”

“What about you. You’re so ... old ... why do you want me ... why ... I’m too young for you...”

Pembroke lunged forward to answer this stupid question.

“You are gorgeous, Ms Barzini. I find you very, very sexually attractive. In fact I find you so sexy...” he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and moved his mouth close to hers...” that I just took you...” with that he clamped his mouth on hers. It was their first kiss. Her mouth was tiny compared to his. “Open your mouth...” he mumbled and started sucking on her lips, and moving his tongue around her mouth. He opened his eyes and could not believe he was doing this. Up close, her skin was perfect, her skin so smooth, as he rubbed it up and down.