Chapter 38

A year in the life of fifteen years olds passes very slowly as it is such a large proportion of their live already lived compared to older people. For fifty six year old Edward Pembroke it had gone by in a flash while for Sophie Yildiz it had stretched for an eternity. Of course, their experiences has been different. Sophie had spent the year in a basement, the vast majority of it alone in a cell within the basement, and the rest suffering degradation and abuse from Pembroke, who had enjoyed very moment of it.

In early March 2014 her fifteenth birthday had been ‘celebrated’ with a marathon sex session. Pembroke’s present had been a high powered vibrator, which he held under her pussy as she was strapped to the St Andrews Cross. He had indulged himself with a cigar in the air conditioned basement, a rare treat which would leave a smell for weeks.

Sophie had previously only experienced her own fingers, and Pembroke’s tongue fingers and cock on her genitals as he had not wanted to dull her experiences with machines. And so this experience had been literally eye watering for her. Pembroke sat beside her, running his hands in awe at her toned slick body as its muscles rippled and contorted as she stood stretched taut, her whole body shaking as the vibrator worked its magic between her legs. He gazed lovingly at her bone structure, tracing his fingertips under her rib cage and along the spaces between her ribs until her flesh collected in the growing globes of her breasts.

All the while, she was screaming her head off with the sensation of the fire growing in he pussy and clit as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. Pembroke had to clip her neck against the board of the cross to keep her hair from flicking out into his face as he inspected the minutiae of her body.

His second ‘birthday present’ delivered to her while she was still on the cross, a cute little piercing to her left nipple. Pembroke was a bit nervous about infections and so only wanted to try one at first. He also wanted one nipple free for the contrast. Sophie had begged for the vibrations to stop, but wanted to faint as he brought the table closer, now with wipes, antiseptic cream, needles and a small metallic adornment.

“Happy birthday Sophie, you are getting spoiled this year!”

She braced herself as Pembroke sucked on her nipple, then wiped it free of sweat and grim with the wipe, and shoved the needle through at the base, holding his other arm against her chest to stop the shaking movements. Sophie looked down in horror at the needle sticking through her nipple, with Pembroke following though with a larger steel cylinder which opened the wound wider. He then quickly screwed in some adornments on either end of the cylinder leaving Sophie with a piercing which looked like a bone protruding through the nipple.

After wiping the blood away with more antiseptic he warned her: “Now don’t you dare unscrew that piercing, it looks too nice! If I want it gone I will replace it with something much bigger and pierce you elsewhere as well. Thought, to be honest, we are going to get to your other places eventually, this look too cute!” Sophie squirmed as he picked at her nose, lips and tongue to imagine what piercings he could put there.

After all that work, he treated himself to her pussy. He was amazed at the juices which had poured out of her onto the floor and was all over the insides of her thighs. He ate her for what seemed like hours, enjoyed her engorged insides and musky taste after countless squirts and orgasms.

When she was finally released, Sophie felt like she could sleep for a week. Her legs were like jelly from supporting herself on the cross and the constant twitching from the vibrations. Despite cleaning herself and changing into new knickers, she still orgasmed even in her sleep, from the delayed reactions to the vibrator as its effects echoed within her, and she constantly woke up to find her knickers soaked through again.

It occurred to her that she had first spoken with ‘Luke’ whom she now knew as an alter ego of her captor, whom she only knew as ‘daddy’ on her fourteenth birthday. What a curse that had been, the small little things that had led her to this. Surely, she cannot spend next birthday here? But what would stop it?

Pembroke had maintained his image as a harmless bachelor living with his mother, shy and awkward in front of his female pupils but with no whiff of scandal about him. People did find he had lost weight and seemed happier.

He still indulged his passions online, though did not look for new girls. He merely enjoyed his past conquests and others’ newly acquired ones. One such early conquest had been Sally Bustamante, a then 23 year old High School teacher in a small town outside of Des Moines, Iowa. At the age of 19, in 2007, she had taken some videos and photos of herself, naked and in revealing underwear, while drunk. One video showed her masturbating with her fingers and then an empty wine bottle.

She had been a little turned on when watching them later. But she knew the damages these could cause her would destroy her future if they got out. She wanted to be a teacher and knew this would ruin any chance of that. And so she showed them to no one, not even boyfriends, nor her fiancé whom she planned to marry in 2011. She was then a High School teacher, having achieved her dream, and at the tender age of 23 was looking forward to a happy life. She was beautiful, 5 feet 6, blonde, blue eyes and with a figure others would kill for. Her fiancé, a young lawyer, was looking forward to starting a family and making a political career in future.

She could never articulate why she never deleted the material from her hard drive, she had loved her body and was a little frustrated it must always be under wraps, and each time she remembered it, she delayed the deletion, and then forgot about them.

In 2011, Pembroke had experimented with a social media marketing campaign for a fake animal charity. He had plenty of interest, as he anticipated, from beautiful young women who, when viewing cute animals in need, had no thoughts about being scammed. Sally had been one of many girls who had downloaded a link to view a ‘live feed’ of a cat recovering from an injury. As the girls viewed the video, their hearts warming over the happy feline, they did not suspect that a dangerous pervert was busy breaking into their systems and going through their files.

Most did not click on the link fully, and of the few that did, most were either protected or Pembroke’s software did not work properly or he was not quick enough to get to them, or it happened when he was away. It worked properly on only a small minority and of them, Pembroke either had no interest, they were too old, ugly, or were men. And of the small minority of eligible young women, he could find nothing of interest. All except Sally Bustamante. She was the one fish left caught in a net aimed at thousands, Pembroke reflected ruefully.

But what a catch! She was stunning, and her photos and videos were of excellent quality and the acts captured, particularly the wine bottle going deep into her pussy as she moaned into the camera, were very hardcore. Added to that was her profession. Teachers were always popular with the revenge porn community, and her having a happy stable loving family and relationship added extra sugar on top.

She had been one of his first conquests and still one of his proudest. She had been utterly bewildered and shocked at first at how the footage had escaped. An anonymous tip off from a text, and then a google of her name, had left her speechless. All the years of modesty, of wearing shorts under her cheerleader outfits, of making her fiancé wait month, all had been thrown out with this. The footage had multiplied like a virus and she felt the world collapse in on her.

Her family had not disowned her but were “disappointed” to say the lease. Her fiancé broke off the engagement. Her school fired her. She became infamous overnight, with smirks and glances coming at her every time she walked down the street.

She at first had refused to let this calamity wreck her life forever and so spent thousands of dollars to change her name, and move to Los Angeles California. She took a job as a teacher under ‘Sally Smith’ dyed her hair black and stopped using all social media.

Pembroke had liked to keep tabs on his girls, enjoying the permanence of their misery and the continuing impact he had brought to their life. After a particularly bad day at work, it made him feel like he made a difference in the world to witness their ongoing suffering, knowing he had caused it, to these beautiful, hitherto untouchable girls.

Sally Bustamante had dropped off the face of the earth, which peeved Pembroke somewhat. It was not quite cricket, he thought, to hide herself away. He had thought she might have killed herself, at which he felt a small pang of guilt, but could not find no mention of it among her many friends on their profiles.

After checking on her periodically every few months, he noticed a mention of one of Sally’s Facebook friends visiting LA to see her. He then saw a photo of Sally with black hair, accompanied by one of her old friends whom she still liked, on her friend’s profile. Using details from the background of the photo, he managed to locate the place. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t find any mention of Sally Bustamante in that area. Suspecting she might have pursued teaching, he searched local schools. Quickly scanning through Facebook pages of schools, he stumbled upon her profile, where she was pictured with her students during a soccer game, her hair dyed black.

Sally used to be carefree, enjoying being photographed and engaging in activities without any concerns about publicity. In fact, she thrived on it. But now, she felt like she was living a clandestine life, akin to that of a criminal, and she despised it. The fear of being photographed gripped her, and she was wary of her friend’s spontaneous selfie in LA and being included in the school photo. However, she felt powerless to refuse at the time.

This new way of life was unbearable for her. Occasionally, the unfairness of it all overwhelmed her, and she found herself crying herself to sleep. She couldn’t understand why she was being punished so severely when she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Google had manipulated search results related to her previous name, burying links to pornographic sites deep within search pages. However, even when searching on porn-specific search engines, her old name still surfaced. She had never engaged with pornography before this ordeal, and the countless hours she spent scouring the internet for posts about her on degrading sites, trying to remove her personal content, had severely damaged her perception of life. The time she could have dedicated to self-care activities and rest was instead consumed by navigating the dark corners of the internet, where she was constantly confronted with images of her own nudity. This relentless exposure had taken a significant toll on her mental health.