Chapter 36

Teresa and Jenny sat together, holding hands, as they listened to their therapist’s advice, how to take each day as it comes, and how to deal with their daughter’s memory. It had helped them both, but it still gnawed away at them that they had no body to bury.

“It’s just horrible knowing that there is a chance she is alive, and being abused somewhere, lonely and hoping that we can rescue her. It’s the hope that kills you” said Teresa sadly. “Sometimes at night I have nightmares that she is some brothel in some awful god forsaken country being raped by dozens of men.”

“Now, now” said the therapist, a prim young woman with degrees from every top university in the country. “You should only focus on what you can do, what you are in control of.” Inwardly she felt terrible for the two women, she could only imagine what it must feel like to now know what is happening to the pretty, young and missing daughter.

“I believe Sophie is dead” said Jenny, “I would rather have that in my head than thinking of the other possibilities and it’s the most likely one now. Life is for the living so we just need to carry on.”

Teresa sniffed and dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. “Maybe she is in a better place, that’s right. I only hope she has peace, because I will never get it now.”

A the same time as this therapy session was unfolding, Pembroke was feeling a profound sense of peace like never before. Throughout his life, he’d struggled with body image, subjected to cruel teasing at school and insults from strangers on the street. But now, in the company of Sophie—the type of girl he’d once only fantasized about speaking to—he found himself in a position that would have previously filled him with shame even if all by himself, yet he felt remarkably at ease.

As he lay in a ‘child’s pose’ yoga position —knees on the floor, his torso resting between his thighs, his arms reaching out in front of him, and his bare ass in the air —he experienced complete relaxation, without a hint of self-consciousness. For the first time, he embraced his vulnerability without guilt or shame.

Sophie, kneeling behind him, felt no such peace. This was meant as a winding down from a particularly energetic sex session. The sight of his asshole, his large balls and cock hanging beneath it, and the stubble surrounding the area from the last time she had been forced to shave him, disgusted her. But she was well used to it by now, and slowly moved her face closer to his crack, tentatively sticking her tongue out as she felt the hills of his sweaty buttocks brush against the cheeks of her face as she pressed closer, the aroma of sweat and possibly something else she dared not think about filling her nostrils.

“Oh yes, this feels good. Get that tongue moving, loosen up my asshole. I reckon with about fifteen minutes of licking, you should be able to slide it right inside me, so no slacking!”

Sophie brought her hands against his ass cheeks for support and pressed her lips around his anus working her tongue in a circular motion, feeling the sphincter contract and expand to match the hot flickering action of her tongue her saliva as it dripped inside him.

“Use one hand to play with yourself, Sophie, go on, I want you to enjoy this!”

Sophie would have preferred to keep her balance with both hands but was grateful for the chance to masturbate to help take her mind off the task in hand. Taste and smell were two senses that Pembroke had basically taken control of but at least with her clitoris, she could imagine something else, especially when she was by herself.

But now, it was hard to avoid the reality that she was licking the sweaty bumhole of an obese fifty five year old man!

“Play with my balls as well! That’s it...” Pembroke was enjoying himself immensely, and he pulled across his laptop towards him and got some images up on the large screen in front of both of them.

Sophie was now supporting her bodyweight leaning forward by resting her face on his ass crack, both her hands now occupied, by his balls and her own pussy. Her eyes barely reached over the ridge of his tailbone as she watched the flickering screen.

“Look Sophie, I was checking out your friend Emma on Facebook, and see what I found, she has really lost weight over the summer! Check out these beach photos.”

Sophie looked at the screen and was surprised to see her old enemy, Emma, on the beach in a bikini. He had lost a lot of weight, and now had a slim waist but her breasts were still quite large, making her look like a model in her skimpy red outfit. More photos followed, the tone of her buttocks showcasing the results of her squats and running.

Emma had spent a lot of time over summer running and weightlifting to lose weight. Now, she was reaping the rewards, some teachers barely recognised her, she now turned the heads of all the boys who passed her, and knew it. She sometimes thought of Sophie and often wished that skinny bitch was still around so she could see that she was now hotter than she was.

For Sophie, it was just another stab to her soul. Had it really been three months? And life had been going on for everyone outside, her mother whoring herself out, partying, and her bully losing weight and now living her best life. And she was here ... She looked downward at the distended open hole, loosened by her tongue, and the comparison of her life with that of Emma’s made her want to scream in anger.

“I did not tell you to stop licking! You can look with your eyes, not with your mouth! Get that tongue back in my asshole and keep it there! Or I will give you a good hiding, maybe our friend Ronald might come out to play as well! I won’t tolerate any daydreaming from you, girl!”

Sophie quickly returned to her task. Her tongue was tired and sore, it had gotten a long workout today, with hours of giving him a tongue bath, French kissing and sucking on his cock, and now this.

Pembroke luxuriated in the relaxing position and the wonderful sensation of a warm, hard young tongue pressing against his hole. The humiliation was the icing on the cake.

“Hmmm, your mummy was wonderful in bed, but there is no fucking way she or any woman would do this to me. She would have ran out of that hotel in horror haha no matter how much money I offered her. And you! I can’t stop thinking about that disgusted look on your face when you talked about me, when you saw me on the bus. Here, let me find it...”

Sophie dreaded this, he had shown her it many times with glee. In some ways she was happy she had overcome some of that feeling, now that she had been confronted with his body every day for months. It depressed her though, that she was getting used to it. She saw her old self on the screen, in her bedroom. She had not known she was being recorded at the time. There she was, laughing without a care in the world, her eyes lighting up and crinkling at the corners, at the ridiculousness of the mere idea of being with that fat old man on the bus. The irony crushed her now, knowing what her life had become. That easy smile, those carefree days—they felt like they were gone forever, and might as well have never happened, they belonged to a different world.

“Its incredible really. Emma’s life has turned around. My life has gotten to be amazing. But you, you’ve gone from being a quiet pretty schoolgirl, about to live her best life, to being my sex slave and licking the bumhole of some old creep. Listen, you said that you would rather kill yourself than be with me, and here you are! Sorry Sophie I don’t mean to gloat, it’s just ... well it’s just incredible how it’s turned out so badly for you, but so fucking well for me. Sorry, blame the universe, maybe something nice will happen to your mum or something. Or you could have died in a car crash or something, I don’t know I guess you have to think of something worse to happen to you, to get through this, I can’t really help though sorry.”

He chuckled as he spoke, like a sociopath. She hated his reminders, she just promised herself she would use these to motivate herself, she would keep hoping, she would get out of here, even if it took years.

“You are slacking Sophie ... Get that tongue inside me NOW! Come on...”

“Sorry, daddy, my tongue is tired and sore, it has done a lot for you today...”

“Just a bit more come on, I want to feel it inside and wriggling around ... come on”

Sophie pushed herself, just five more minutes, she promised herself, beyond that she did not know how much longer she could last. She felt like her tongue would dislocate itself from her jaw.

“Get. That. Tongue. Inside ... NOW!” Pembroke was getting angry, he was enjoying it so much and did want it to stop.

Sophie thought of the punishments she might endure and pushed on. She cried with the stress, and as the tears trickled down her face into his asshole she could taste them as she pushed the salty fluid inside him with her struggling tongue. “Please, let this nightmare end, if not today, then someday, soon” she prayed.

Jenny Yildiz was scrubbing the tables away from her café job. She was working and saving to go back out to Australia again. She had no interest in the countless men who propositioned her, or dating apps. Nor the offers for paid modelling work, which had frustrated one Dale Forsyth (Edward Pembroke) who had been looking forward to some alone time with her in her lingerie.

‘Did she ever go out?’ thought the observant drinker in the pub across the road. Pembroke disapproved of her conservative black trousers and shirt, a contrast to the wayward teenager that Sophie had said she was. Perhaps having a younger sister potentially murdered and raped had changed her morals, he thought, pleased that his behaviour had some corrective benefits for girls. However, he was annoyed that this meant there was less opportunity for him to do anything to her.

The mark of a successful kidnapper, he told himself, was to know when to give up on unsuccessful ventures. With Sophie he had been prepared to give up 99% of the way to the end if there was too much risk. In any case, kidnap was not his main priority. He would be happy with some naked photos, but this seemed a far away possibility with this sensible, streetwise girl.

Pembroke had spent a lot of time and money to get Sophie but now he had her, there was little in the way of running costs. His mother meant he could never take off for Thailand in the summer anyway, and all Sophie needed was some food and some cheap clothes from online retailers. He had spent more drinking in the pub on this Saturday evening than he had spent on her all week!

So why, then, should he not make an addition to his collection if the ongoing costs would be so low? His two reservations were the time, cost and danger of another acquisition, and how two girls instead of one would behave in the basement. Would they team up against him? Dealing with Sophie was like dealing with a pet hamster but two of them might be another story, especially if the new girl had more spunk.

Then again ... he glanced around the pub and his eyes settled on the beautiful young Polish girl behind the bar who had served him. She had black hair, blue eyes, a nose stud, and wore a short, revealing skirt, likely to attract customers and tips. He noticed how she gave him a shy smile while he watched her pull a pint. Another girl was in a flowery dress with her boyfriend, giggling at his jokes and playing with the long strands of her blonde hair. He was like a kid in a sweet shop, but the sweets were very expensive and very dangerous.

As he looked back, the barmaid caught his eye, blushed and looked down. He smiled again, he loved it when girls got nervous, he felt more comfortable and powerful. He immediately noted her down as a candidate. She probably doesn’t have family here, maybe an odd schedule, and would not be noticed if she went missing for a few days.

She went around the bar collecting empty glasses, showcasing her beautiful legs and athletic figure. Perhaps she did sports? He wondered if he could overpower her easily, if they were both in the basement together, and she refused some disgusting order, could he physically subdue her as easily as he did with Sophie? And how could he transport her? Sophie had been ever so obliging in doing most of her own transport without telling anyone. He doubted that he could get this girl out of London without being seen.

“Excuse me, are you finished?” she asked in a thick Polish accent, and as she bent over her breasts spilled forwards. “Yes, you can take these” Pembroke smiled back at her, “where are you from? Your accent is beautiful...”

“I am from Czechia” she responded coldly. She knew a creep when she was one. “Ah, wrong guess haha” Pembroke laughed but she ignored him and moved on. If she could have guessed that he was whimsically planning her rape and kidnapping she would have thrust the glass in his face. Hmm, that was the kind of infraction which, if she ever did end up in his basement, he would make her remember. But he could have some fun with those breasts! He could not wait for Sophie’s to develop like her mothers.

He was getting drunk, he thought. Dangerous. He should head back home and get the train out of London, if he tried something foolish like stalk one of these girls to their houses there was a good chance he would get caught. He walked out, and looked into Jenny’s café, she was taking an order. Well, maybe one Yildiz girl is enough, at least for now.

That evening he brought Sophie some dinner. “Evening my baby, how is Alice in Wonderland?

“It is interesting, daddy thank you.”

“Oh it’s a pleasure, I would much rather young ladies read such nice books rather than the trash they read, teen mags and that. No, you won’t get that in here. You will have a nice clean mind after reading the books I give you ... I suppose ... well we do plenty of naughty things to make up for it don’t we!” He giggled, and turned on a video on the screen.

“I didn’t tell you this, but its my birthday tomorrow! I turn fifty six, yes don’t say it, I look forty haha!” It was like she was some imaginary friend he could joke with. “Now, I have my birthday party all planned and it is going to be FUN!”

Sophie’s heart sank. There was zero chance this man had any friends. A party could therefore mean only one thing.

“You are going to put on a show for me! I bought myself this...” he produced a colourful costume bought online, designed for 12 year old Korean girls, so specially geared towards looking tight on Sophie, “and you are going to wear it for me. Not only are you going to wear it, you are going to dance for me!” He played some videos of Kpop girls dancing – “I am going to play these videos constantly now all night for you to watch and practice in your cell. There is not just this innocent dancing but this – “ He skipped to another video of a woman in nothing but a thong giving another woman a lap dance. “You will give me a lap dance as well, and you will give me fantastic sex tomorrow for my birthday. The best yet.”

Suddenly his smile disappeared to be replaced by a wild stare at her. “I want my birthday to be special Sophie. When I was your age I got a bike and ever since no one ever celebrated it for me. This is going to be different. If you don’t dance properly, if you don’t act sexy enough, like you want me...”

He disappeared and she became frightened. What the hell was he on about? He reappeared with a bucket, a towel and a cage covered in a black cloth. She screamed, she knew what was under the cloth, it was the rat!

“Please, please I will do it, I will memorise the dancing, anything you want...”

“Yes, yes, well you have failed me before, Sophie so this is a motivation. I am going to leave Ronald down here all night, don’t panic he will be in his cage! Just saves me bringing him down again tomorrow if I need to ... you know ... correct you.”

“Please, ... please ... we can do things now and also tomorrow, what about it...”?

“It’s OK Sophie I can see you are panicking, please don’t panic! You have plenty of time. Now, you just have to keep watching the videos, learn the moves, oh and shave, any hairs on your pussy and that towel will be on your face as quick as you can scream! This is my birthday, so don’t ruin it!”