Chapter 33

Pembroke would be glad to quit this contract job. The work was tough but rewarding, and he had easily recouped all his expenses on Sophie even allowing for the fitting of the sex dungeon. He sorely wanted to have some summertime in his garden, and of course, time with Sophie, before school started again.

He had covered up his stairway now with an impressive fake wall and the broom cupboard door now looked safely like it held just brushes and copies of old newspapers. He was confident no visitor, even inspecting the broom cupboard, would suspect there was a hidden stairway there, let alone a chamber of delights below. The carers who visited his mother during the day while he was away, including the ever happy Leah, were free to wander around his house and he had no worries they would discover anything.

It was mid August, the Find Sophie campaign was losing steam and Pembroke was gaining confidence that she would soon be forgotten. A “Find Sophie” poster now adorned the basement wall, for Sophie to look at forlornly. Pembroke had been weary of the media circus around Sophie’s family and one pleasing effect of the end of the campaign would be his freedom to follow the mother and sister around in the same manner as he had done with Sophie. He had no plans to snatch either of them at present, but he enjoyed the sense of ownership he had over the family, and really enjoyed the voyeuristic aspect of this whole adventure.

Sophie was not doing as well as her owner. It had been a horrible time for her. Kidnapped, held underground with no access to sunlight and fresh air for nearly two months, numerous beatings, sexual abuse, and psychological torture were not a good recipe for a happy young girl.

While Pembroke was happy to put up with her lack of cheer, and content with the fake smile and sexual performances that he got out of her with threats, he was perturbed by the decline in her health.

He had started to weigh her and noticed she was getting lighter. She had not been avoiding food or throwing up. She was getting pale, sweating, and had a fever. One morning he found her delirious, on the floor of her cell. He panicked, he knew he had to go to work so left her just with some food and hot water. That evening he hoped he would not find her dead.

She was alive, but now in a pool of sweat. Pembroke furiously googled results and ordered some antibiotics online with a fast courier. Sex was off the menu for the next few days and she was allowed out of the cell and in the bed in the middle of the basement.

Sophie felt like hell. Her headaches got worse and worse and her head was blocked with a cold. Her limbs barely responded to her. She had earlier wanted to die to escape her situation, now it seemed she might do so. She even asked Pembroke if he would release her body somewhere so her mother and sister could bury her. Pembroke told her not to worry, she would get better.

Pembroke was, while treating her with drugs he had chosen using google, also considering what to do in the event of her death. He had a good run with her, he had done everything sexually with her that he had dreamt of. It would be sad but if she died, it would have been worth it.

“Now, now, Sophie, your temperature is getting steady, hopefully, tomorrow we can get you to eat something.”

He stroked her neck and ran his fingers around her wrist, in what may have seemed a manner of fondness, though Sophie was so far out of it to think. But, primarily, he was wondering how easily he could slice through her limbs with the hacksaw he had just purchased. As he felt her hand in a gentle manner, he was imagining it severed, cleaned, and being roasted on the outdoor barbecue he had also just purchased. His plan was to slice her up into as many body parts as possible and slowly barbecue each and every one until they were charred beyond all recognition, and dump the remains in various places. There would be no trace of a human body for anyone.

After the initial grotesque thought of disposing of her had been dealt with, Pembroke allowed himself some morbid fantasies. As she lay there, naked, in a cold sweat, he ran his hand over her perfectly pale body, while he masturbated with his other hand. He came on her face and rubbed it into her cheeks and over her lips as if it might be good for her. He felt like he was cumming over a corpse in a morgue.

By the weekend she seemed to be getting better, her temperature was coming down, and she was eating. The drugs seemed to work, he thought.

Pembroke was not sure what had caused it, but realised he really needed to get Sophie in sunlight and open air sometimes at least. He made an online order and with some adjustments, constructed a device with which he could transport her out of the basement, up the stairs, and outside in his garden.

The small wardrobe was the same height as Sophie, and had hooks built in so that when she was stood up in it, her neck, thighs, ankles, waist, upper arms, and wrists were tied to the back of the wardrobe. Pembroke gagged, blindfolded and hooded Sophie and strapped her in. He then used a modified dolly to wheel her out of the basement through the doors, and then up the basement stairwell. A wardrobe door was closed over the top of Sophie, just in case any prying visitor was looking in through a window, they would just see a wardrobe.

As if by horrible chance, when he got her upstairs it had started raining. Exasperated, he brought the wardrobe to a spare bedroom where his mother sitting in a wheelchair watching the birds in the garden.

“Hello mother, got a visitor for you, say hello!”

He set the wardrobe down and opened the door. Pembroke’s mother barely raised an eyebrow at the sight of a naked girl, her limbs strapped to the back of the wardrobe, with a black hood on her. “Perhaps some indoor light might be a nice introduction. OK, Sophie, I am going to let you see a real human bedroom now for a while!” He took off her hood and the blindfold but left the gag in.

Sophie blinked furiously, just the indoor light, the sun coming in behind her through the window was enough to blind her. The familiar set up of a bed and wall and some books was a major shock compared to the last two months of artificial light and sexual atmosphere everywhere. What also surprised her was an elderly woman in a wheelchair just within reach.

“Say hello to my mother Sophie. She is going to keep an eye on you for a while. I am going to lock up downstairs and sort stuff out. When it stops raining I will bring you out for some tanning.”

Sophie was left, tied up, unable to move, and unable to make much noise, with this old woman. She wondered, was she dumb, or far gone with old age? Could she help her? She could not believe she was living in a dungeon below such a normal looking house.

“Hello, Gerta?” The old woman looked at Sophie strangely. Sophie just moaned in response, and wriggled her fingers and toes and shook her knees but could not otherwise move. Pembroke’s mother managed to move her wheelchair closer, and put her hand out to touch this strange thing in her house. Sophie hummed loudly into her gag, as the old woman’s hand touched her snow white skin. Even with her mind gone, the old woman could still appreciate the fine firm flesh of youth.

Pembroke came back and was astonished to see his mother, beside Sophie, staring at her stomach which was at her head height, and her hand in Sophie’s pussy, with something like fascination. “Mother! My goodness!” He took his mother’s hand away, and Sophie breathed a sign of relief.

“Haha I’m so sorry Sophie, I did not expect THAT from my mother. She has dementia, trust me I don’t get my perviness from her. Now I am going to release one of your wrists now, let me put a cuff on you. Excellent, and now the other wrist, and they are cuffed together, good! Now the same with your ankles, just move them a little closer together if you can, and yes, they are cuffed together too! Great, now we can move you outside! This is a rare treat for the good of your health only, so enjoy it, I don’t expect to do this again for months!”

Pembroke wheeled her outside in the wardrobe, now with legs and wrists cuffed together, and set the wardrobe down on the ground. The bare sun was now coming down on the wardrobe and Sophie squinted as she saw direct sunlight for the first time in two months. Pembroke thoughtfully put some sunglasses on her. He then removed the detachable sides, top and bottom of the wardrobe so that she was just lying on nothing but the back board of the wardrobe which was all by itself now.

He had two ropes attached to two different things. The first was attached to a small tree and the other end he attached to her ankle cuffs. The second was attached to his car on the other side of the garden from Sophie with the rope he attached to her wrist cuffs. He pulled both ropes taut so that Sophie’s arms were extended way over her head and her feet pulled in the opposite direction. He then released the other bindings attaching her waist, upper arms and thighs, and her neck. She was now lying horizontal, stretched nicely, and still gagged. Pembroke lathered some sun cream over her, and let her cook in the sun as he sat close by. No one could see into this part of the garden, though he had a large blanket ready to hurl over the prone body of Sophie if he so much as suspected something.

After an hour and a half, he roughly turned her over, like a kebab, so that she was on her stomach. The pain was excruciating as her arms were now stretched in an upward diagonal direction. It felt like her shoulders might dislocate if the tension increased even slightly. Her wrists strained under the pressure, reaching toward his car as if pleading for relief. Her legs were similarly suspended, pulled off the ground in a cruel angle, leaving her back arched and rigid.

Only her hip bones made contact with the cold floor, and even that was tenuous. Every muscle in her back and abdomen screamed in agony, her body stretched taut like a bowstring. She struggled to breathe, each shallow inhale causing her chest to tighten and her ribs to creak under the unnatural strain. It felt like she was caught between being drawn and quartered, her limbs pulled in directions they weren’t meant to go. As the tension increased, so did her desperation, her body reduced to a raw nerve, ready to snap at any moment.

Drool spilled out of her mouth through the gag. Pembroke ran his hand over her again with the sun cream, he wanted Sophie to stay pale.

Sophie’s neck began to hurt as she could not support her head. She tried moaning to appeal to Pembroke through the gag, but he had turned up some music and was engrossed in a newspaper. She felt like her body might snap in half.

Finally, Pembroke decided that this was enough sun. He was concerned, not with the pain racking her body, but that he was asking for trouble having a naked young girl tied up in extreme bondage for so long outside. He twisted her around again, and Sophie purred in thanks as her arms no longer felt like they would leave her sockets, and then began strapping her waist, thighs and neck back into the wardrobe plank. Sophie cried in relief as he released the rope, and her arms and legs were returned to their normal positions and she was tied back into place. He then put the blindfold and hood back on her, as he put the sides, top, bottom and door of the wardrobe back together before wheeling the wardrobe back into the house and down into the basement.

After the feeling in her arms and legs had returned to normal, she realized her fever was pretty much gone. What she felt now, was envy, envy of those birds she had watched in the sky, envy of the people in the plane she had watched in the sky. They were the closest she had come to seeing other people apart from this weirdo’s mother.

The sun had given her something else, hope. She now looked at the Find Sophie poster, not with sadness but with optimism. People were looking for her. And there was a world out there, not just this sex hell.

She had heard Pembroke work the door at the top of the stairwell, and calculated he had used three different movements. She knew he had changed the codes but did already know one of them. She just had to keep her eye out for the other, then she could try that top door again.

Jenny and Teresa tried to continue their lives with Sophie gone. Jenny had a job in a café but thought of what courses to take. She could not concentrate for long without stressing about Sophie. She could not date or see any men, she felt like she needed to be ready and waiting in case Sophie needed her. Teresa also felt the same, she put up lots of posters of Sophie and spent hours on social media trying to drum up interest. Unfortunately, scammers and perverts still targeted her, and she drove the police mad with continuous demands for more investigations based on little more than sniggering assholes who provided false sightings.

One such person was one Edward Pembroke, who would press Teresa to report a sighting in Holland one week, then one in Dublin the next. Partly it was to help throw police off the scent, but also because he enjoyed toying with Teresa, and looked forward to messing with her head even more in future.

Teresa was no longer popular or beloved as a desperate mother. Instead, she was vilified by many. She did not care about that, but was devastated to see the resulting drop in interest in the search for Sophie. She needed funds, and so as to free up more time and get the money, she went back to Tommy. Tommy was a little weary that she might be recognised by punters now, but also thought it might be a nice twist for the more high-end clients who liked to fuck down-on-their-luck ex pop singers and reality TV stars if they could find them.

Teresa had one new experience, with a Malaysian financier who paid good money for some hot sex and Teresa even enjoyed it. She told herself she could do this, it was worth it and she even managed to pay off some debts and order more online ads for Sophie’s search campaign. She told Tommy she was happy to see more clients the higher paying the better. “You know Sophie, these guys pay more because they want particular things that other girls don’t wanna do ... like that last American fella”

“I know Tommy” Sophie called him back “but I don’t care I need the money more than those young girls, so I’ll do anything.”

Her youngest daughter was also prepared to do anything that evening. Sophie had recovered from her illness and delighted Pembroke with her new found sexual prowess and appetite. “Daddy, can I go on top of you?” she smiled as she brought her sexy young body on top of him, twisting her nipples as she rubbed her clit and rode his cock, and sprayed her cum all over his face.

Pembroke grabbed her and threw her onto her stomach and forced his cock up her asshole. She bit into the sheets at the pain, her ass had not been violated for several days and her captor had not bothered to lube her up. “Suck me you little bitch” She got up, wiped her tears away, and without looking at his cock, knowing there was a good chance there might be blood or shit on it, she opened her mouth wide and started sucking, trying to ignore any taste.

Pembroke was delighted, he still spanked and bit her hard to show her who was boss, but she enthusiastically kept up. They 69ed as he stuck his tongue deep in her pussy, gripping her buttocks as her mouth worked its magic on his cock. She licked him all over, and was tempted to bite into his neck to return the favour but wisely decided that inflicting pain should only go one way in their sex games. He came three times and they collapsed in bed together, sweating and panting.

“I am sorry I was ill Daddy, thank you for looking after me.”

Pembroke stroked her hair and smiled. He was sure she was lying, but this was part of the process, turning her into the person she had to pretend to be. He kissed her on the lips and was pleased to feel her tongue slide into his mouth, then her lips sucking on his tongue which had returned the compliment.

“Hmmm my God you are the sexiest girl. Next week I am going to have my schoolgirls back in front of me, but I don’t think I’d swap them with you any day of the week. I am so happy to have you down here.” Pembroke meant it. The harsh implications could not help but cause Sophie some distaste.

Pembroke fell asleep. Sophie was trapped in his arms, and lay still for several minutes, listening to his snoring. She finally moved out of his arms and made to suck his flaccid cock as gently as possible. If he did wake up, and demanded to know why she had got up, sucking his cock would be an excellent reason.

She stopped sucking when she was sure he was completely out for the count. She looked at the cage door and main door. She knew the codes for both now having watched him enter. She knew there was a three move mechanism to open the door at the top of the stairs and guessed that outside, she should be able to open a door or open a window and be out of the house and into freedom.

Part of her felt comfortable in bed with Pembroke, it was warm, and he would be relatively nice to her. She could only imagine what might happen if he caught her trying to escape. All he would have to do is wake up.

But she thought of her mother, the blue sky outside, the knowledge she was only fourteen, she could not spend a lifetime down here, she had to escape sooner or later, but the longer she was down here, the less she might want to leave! She might end up institutionalized like a mental patient refusing to leave an institution!

She tip toed towards the cage, glancing behind at the sprawling, snoring body, and typed in the code. It was right first time! She prised it open and propped it up so it did not clang shut, and moved on to the main door. Again, it opened first time!

She was almost shaking with fear. A big part of her had prayed that the codes would not work, that she could just return to her bed and sleep safely in the arms of the monster. But ‘safely’ meant being on eggshells forever and never being free. She tip toed up the stairs, she was ever so quiet, and finally got the top. She saw the everyday normality of the hall again through the crack!

She listened for the snoring, and tried to work the handle. She moved it in various directions, sideways, forward, back, but it would not budge. Damn it! She was shaking now, all it would take was Pembroke noticingt he bed was empty and she was in huge trouble. But alas, the handle still would not open! She closed her eyes and summoned all the strength she could muster, but it still did not work. Her muscles would be aching tomorrow but for no good reason!

She stoically told herself that tonight was not her night. She could try again another time, maybe with a tool. She would surely have another chance when she was let out of her cell at night, and knew both codes?

She tip toed downstairs and closed the main door. Pembroke was still snoring. She noticed the cage door had shut itself, and reached through the bars to touch the keypad with the same number.

The number didn’t work, damn fingers! She tried again, still not working. Her heart missed a beat and Pembroke stirred. She wanted to scream, her hand was shaking. She breathed deeply three times, then tried the number again. It was not working. ‘No’ she cried silently. It was the same number as before, why was it not working?

She tried and tried and realised she could not get back into the basement! Pembroke was still snoring, but would soon wake up!

Panicking, she realised the only thing for it was to go back upstairs and try the top door again. But when she typed the number into the main door console, the same thing happened, the number didn’t work for that door either! What was happening! She tried to think to clear her head, was she mixing up the numbers? But no, she changed the numbers around, used the numbers from the last time she had opened the doors, tried everything but she could not open either door!

The naked girl was trapped in a cage, literally. Ten feet away in the middle of the basement was the bed on which Pembroke was sleeping. She was stuck between the main door and the surrounding cage with no way in or out.

She started to cry, this was not fair. Why had she allowed the cage door to slip closed. Why had the numbers changed? Why had she not just stayed in bed with the monster? She stared at him, his hideous large naked form, and realised she would soon be punished in ways she did not want to think about.

She thought of a solution and tried to fight the horrible conclusion, she could either wait for him to wake up, or wake him up. What could be her explanation? She got to her knees and prayed, and sobbed quietly before making the desperate plea.

‘Daddy... ‘ she wailed quietly. She could not believe she was doing this.

Pembroke stirred again, but did not quite wake up.

“Daddy, DADDY, DADDY I’M SORRY!”

Pembroke awoke with a start, he noticed his bed was empty and looked around at the source of the wailing. It was Sophie! But she was inside the cage for some reason? She was on her knees in the naru position, tears streaming down her face. “Daddy, please, I’m sorry daddy, please have mercy on me.”

It took a while for Pembroke to figure out what had happened. She had got through the cage door, but not the main door? How had she been trapped?

“What the fuck is going on? What are you doing there?”

“I got curious, daddy please, I just wanted to see, I wasn’t trying to get away. I got locked in.”

Pembroke checked his watch. It was 12.20am. He had programmed the codes to change their last number to the number of the day of the week. Twenty minutes ago it had been Saturday, and so the two codes both ended in ‘6’. Now it was Sunday so the last number had changed to ‘7’.

He looked at her, crying, begging in her submissive pose. She must have locked herself in and out. Pembroke’s eyes bulged in anger. “You fucking little CUNT” He typed in the console with the 7 now at the end and it opened easily. Sophie braced herself, and shut her eyes as his huge hand reached down and grabbed her by the hair, lifted her up and pushed her against the bars of the cage.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You planned this, you thought you knew the codes didn’t you? You were trying to escape, you cheeky little BITCH!”

Ignoring her screams, he hit her with an open palm and she collapsed to the ground. He grabbed her hair again and yanked her to her feet. “What were you trying to do? You were going to escape, you were going to leave me, and I bet you thought of seeing your fucking mummy and the fucking POLICE!”

Sophie’s eyes bulged wide in terror at this grunting red face. She had never seen him or any man as angry as this. She did not respond but hyperventilated, not knowing what could happen. In frustration, Pembroke slapped her again and this time the side of her head crashed against the iron bars.

Sophie’s world started to spin, she felt blood coming from the side of her head, and instinctively tried to get away on hands and knees, but Pembroke followed her, and kicked her in the ass with his bare foot. She collapsed on her tummy, then got up and tried to run, somewhere, anywhere in the room. Pembroke took a few giant strides and tripped her, and she fell again this time with a sickening thud against the outside of her cell.

He thought she was out cold, and he grabbed her hair again and dragged her like a ragdoll across the basement floor. He pulled her up and gripped her by the throat. Through half closed eyes, she tried to pry his hand away weakly her hands.

“Please ... please have mercy on me.”

“Mercy? What mercy would there have been for me if you had escaped and the police came after me? What good would mercy be for me if you weren’t here for me? You are only sorry you got caught because you are a stupid bitch. You cannot escape, you failed, didn’t you? Did you get out the front door at all? Did you? ANSWER ME!!”

Sophie felt like she was passing out. Pembroke’s manic rage had made her scared but now she was accepting of the fact she was going to die. If he choked her to death, at least it would be over with.

Pembroke let go and she fell to the ground again, gasping for air.

“Right, maybe you need some time to think about what you’ve done” He brought out the sack, and roughly tied her up with wrists behind her back. He zipped her up and sucked the air from the bag, until it was tight against her. Sophie’s fear took longer to come this time, she already thought she was dying, and breathed as much as she could, ready to expire. But the end did not come and after several minutes she realised she would continue breathing for much longer while being trapped in this airtight nightmare.