Chapter 21

“You got a charger for an android phone, babe?” Teresa pouted at her lover. Brad was just out of the shower. “No, sorry mine won’t fit that phone.” Teresa cursed her cheap phone, why did there need to be so many different kinds of charger?

Maybe you should be getting home, honey, Brad hugged her. He loved her body but he was conscious that he needed to get to the airport well in advance.

“You’re right, my phone has just died. My daughter will be wondering where I am! God she is such a nice girl, if she only knew what I was up to...”

Brad grinned. “You are a naughty girl, before you go, why don’t we have one more go...”

The two ended up fucking for another half an hour. Teresa was insatiable and came all over Brad’s face again. “Babe, take me up the ass!” she almost shouted at him. Brad could not resist, when would be the next time he could cheat on his wife with a woman like this!

Teresa grunted like an animal and reached back to play with her clit as she felt his cock expand into her rectum. He came again, for maybe the seventh time since he had brought her home from the late night cocktail bar. He looked down in amazement as Teresa turned around like a hungry pig and gobbled on his cock, fresh out of her asshole, while continuing to finger her pussy.

Brad’s eyes ran up to the back of this head as he finally came again. He felt like he wanted to sleep for ten hours. “Hmmm babe you make me so horny!” Teresa was laughing. “But I really need to go, it’s getting really late now and my daughter could be calling me.”

After dressing, Brad and Teresa exchanged a fond farewell. “Promise me you’ll call later OK?” Teresa did not want to sound desperate, but she really wanted to see Brad again soon.

Brad knew he would never see her again. He had photos of her saved away and would always remember her, but could not risk his marriage by staying in contact with her. “OK baby” Brad smiled, let me keep your panties so I can smell them after you’re gone.”

“Oooo, you’re filthy, I love it!” giggled Teresa, as she took her knickers back off and handed them to him. She kissed him again and took off, her stockings in her handbag and now did the long ‘walk of shame’ in her little black dress with nothing on underneath. On the train home, she was conscious of Brad’s cum oozing out of her pussy, and the memory of the sex turned her on. The thought that men were checking her out and trying to look up her skirt added to her feelings and she almost came by herself on the seats.

Thaila Simpson was wondering what to wear today, it was so hot outside, she wondered whether to go for skimpy shorts, jeans or a short skirt. She wanted to wear her tank top which would show off her burgeoning breasts. She stood in nothing but a pair of white panties in her bedroom looking at her choices spread out on her bed.

Her phone buzzed, and she checked a message from her friend Priya. “T have you seen those pics of Sophie? WTF!!!”

Thaila phoned Priya, asking what she was on about. Thaila couldn’t believe what she heard. Photos, of Sophie, naked in nothing but her knickers were being passed around the boys in their chat groups! Thaila slyly asked Priya if she had them. “Yeah why?” Thaila prodded her. “Fuck you, you know I wanna see them” Priya laughed at the other end of the phone. “Hahahaha you evil bitch I knew you would ask. Yeah no worries, sending them across now. Sophie doesn’t have much tits is all I can say!” Thaila looked at the pictures and smiled. Schaudenfraude really was a hell of a drug!

Emma was in her room loving the attention Sophie was getting. She was checking new links and seeing that Sophie was getting posted everywhere! She looked at new posts of her, and the gloating comments underneath. Emma looked again at Sophie’s cute, tight young body, her slender waist, her rosebud nipples on her breasts. Emma was not sure why, but the beauty of Sophie, her hatred of her, and the warm knowledge that her life was being ruined, turned her on. She leaned back, and slipped her fingers into her knickers and began playing with her pussy, as she read the cruel comments again.

Edward Pembroke took another coffee to calm himself. He again checked on his mother, and checked Sophie on the monitor. He checked the news for anything on Sophie and could find nothing, but did see more Google entries for Sophie Yildiz linking to more sites. He read the same comments Emma had just read and had the same feelings.

He returned down to the basement. Sophie looked up at him with sad face, without much hope. “Hello Sophie, let me get set up, then I will let you out.”

He went through the same rigmarole and got his laptop set up. Then he walked across to the cell, and opened the door. He had done some brief exercise before entering, he knew he had to prepare himself in case Sophie did anything stupid. He checked again for anything she could use as a weapon.

“For this, you will stand.” He pointed to a spot where her chair had been previously. He turned the screen on and showed a webpage. He adopted a formal tone, like a judge.

“Firstly, some news. Your disappearance has not been reported, despite the fact it is now nearly twenty four hours since you were kidnapped. Longer if you include from when you were supposed to be at school. I cannot comment on why, I simply do not know, however I have satisfied myself that there is no way anyone can trace you here. Your laptop cannot be tracked to here, I have checked. There may be some unforeseen clue, but I am happy to assume, at present that I have gotten away with kidnapping you.”

Sophie bit her lip. What could this lead to?

“Secondly, your three images have now been widely shared, please read these comments...”

Pembroke zoomed in on the comments. ‘OMFG that is Sophie Y from year 10, never thought she was a slut like that’ ‘Yeah that’s Sophie Yildiz, she goes to my school’ ‘she’s got a great body, she’s in the same year as my cousin.’ The comments went on, some were quite explicit about what commenters wanted to do to her.

Sophie fidgeted with her hands. She had expected this. But could this mean he would let her go? She just wanted him to get to the point. She got it, he had ruined her life.

“Now, I have listened to what you had to say and put some thought into it. You raised some interesting points, particularly that I might get bored with you. That was my major worry.”

Sophie felt like interrupting. What? This was his main concern?

“One cannot embark on a venture like this, without the risk that one might get bored with success. If I get bored with you... “ he raised his eye in a deadly serious manner and looked into Sophie’s eyes with a cold glare “well there are other ways to dispose of that problem, other than letting you go, which will not carry the same risk to me.”

Sophie felt the chill. He was talking about killing her! She was now sure he had no humanity.

“I have a very short conclusion really. I have spent a huge amount of time, money and undertaken great risk to bring you here. I was not mistaken, you are a beautiful young lady, and I do not regret taking you at all. In fact I forsee ... a very long time during which I will enjoy you.”

Sophie’s eyes started watering.

“Therefore I am not going to let you go. I am sorry about your family, however I have gone to great lengths to make your disappearance look like a suicide. There will not be a body, but one can only hope that your mother and sister will be able to mourn you as dead rather than disappeared as my ... sex slave.”

Pembroke licked his lips at the last two words and stared at Sophie. She seemed to be vibrating, like she was on edge, about to erupt.

“Your stay here is now changed from being a guest, to that of a slave. What is going to happen next, is firstly that I will release your other photos and the video. I am sure it won’t make much difference to you now, and will help make the case for suicide even stronger. That helps both me and your family. They get to grieve properly and the investigation into your disappearance will not be very ... intense.”

“But ... sir” Sophie did not know what to say, she just wanted to appeal to something inside him.

“From this point onwards, I am going to be stricter with you. So please do not interrupt me again.” Hi voice was even harsher now. “You will get the chance to speak however, not to appeal my decision, because that will not happen. I will do an interview, to record your entry into slavery. It will start immediately. Then I will take those clothes away and give you clothes more fitting for a girl who is to serve me sexually. Oh and this time you WILL take a shower.”

Pembroke leant forwards and hunched his shoulders, bringing his hands together like a newscaster.

“Any questions?” he asked.

“But ... please sir ... why don’t you just rape me now and let me go, please just do whatever, but don’t keep me here...”

“I intend to both rape you and keep you here.” Pembroke’s voice was flat. He began typing on his keyboard. “Remain standing there, do not move, I am now commencing your sentence by sending the rest of your material online. It will take a few hours to filter down to your friends, but they will all see them.”

Sophie looked around as if to appeal to some unseen ally, but the dungeon was as empty as ever. The only other human form was her own large portrait, and her smiling face was not a comfort given its sexual nature.

“OK, that is done. Now for the interview. For this, you will sit on that chair against the wall. Go there now.”

“No ... no ... Sophie began shaking her head. “Fuck you ... NO ... I want OUT OF HERE!” With that she tried to run around Pembroke to get to the door. Pembroke allowed her to get to the cage and watched her try to open it. He walked towards her. “Step away from that door.”

“NO ... Leave me alone you fucking CREE...”

Pembroke opened up his body and launched an open handed slap across her face, which propelled her away from the cage door, took her off her feet, and made her fly to the ground several feet away. Her loud shouting vanished as she gurgled and coughed on the ground, struggling to get up on all fours as if she was a boxer hit with a knock out punch.

Pembroke walked over again and this time grabbed her hair and lifted her up to her tip toes. Her thick red tresses provided ample grip. “Listen carefully you little BITCH! You listen before you speak. You never disobey me, you never call me names. You respect me. I am you OWNER!” Pembroke’s face was in hers, his eyes narrowed in fury as he spat the words into her face.

He let her go, and Sophie fell backwards on her ass. She was in shock, her eyes were bulging out of her head as they looked into space. After about 30 seconds of ugly silence during which she remained on the ground, Pembroke broke it.

“I’m sorry Sophie, that is what is going to happen from now on if you disobey me. I hope you won’t make me do it again.”

Sophie slowly got up. She didn’t speak, and her face was now white. She stared at the ground in a daze. He wondered if anyone had hit her as hard before. It was harder than when he had grabbed her, that had focused on catching and restraining her. This was pure violence.

“Now, that was a shock, I think you are not so used to violence. You are a nice girl, and I hope you won’t see too much more of that kind of thing here. It’s just things are changing for you and you may need some ... encouragement.”

Sophie limply allowed Pembroke to guide her by the elbow to the chair. She was going to have a black eye, her right eye was now swelling up. Oh well, thought Pembroke, she has a lot of other cuts and bruises anyway, might as well get them all at the same time.

He moved his table closer to the chair and started up the camera. Sophie had recovered somewhat, she was not crying, but just looked utterly devastated and beaten down.

“Now Sophie, can you part your knees slightly, I want to be able to see your knickers in the video. No, not that wide, you are not a whore! Yes that’s good juts enough to see a glimpse of that white triangle, yes very nice!”

Sophie’s resigned manner was good for getting her to sit down and adopt whatever position Pembroke wanted. But he wanted some input now.

“Now Sophie, the interview is starting. Hello Sophie, how do you feel?”

“hmmm?”

Pembroke turned the camera off. “Sophie, answer the questions. If you don’t do as I say and answer my questions, you get hit again. Do you understand?”

“Yes ... yes sir” babbled Sophie. The return of her nerves showed she was still ‘with it.’

“Now Sophie, how do you feel?”

“I feel ... I feel sad ... I am hurt, my body hurts.”

“Why does it hurt. Please let us know what has happened to you in the last 24 hours.”