Chapter 39

At the beach, under the golden blaze of the afternoon sun, the shoreline stretched like a welcoming embrace. Laughter danced in the air as a group of carefree girls frolicked in the surf, their energy palpable as they chased each other through the shallows.

Clad in colorful swimsuits and bikinis, their youthful exuberance was on full display as they splashed in the shallows, and raced along the water’s edge with unbridled enthusiasm.

A group of older teenage girls lounged on beach towels, their expressions tinged with a mixture of boredom and disdain as they observed the younger girls’ antics.

Dressed in more fashionable and revealing bikinis, they reclined on their towels with an air of nonchalance, their gazes cool and detached as they sipped from chilled beverages and flipped through glossy magazines.

From their vantage point, they observed the younger girls’ playful frolicking with a mixture of amusement and condescension.

Both sets of girls were being watched by another onlooker. Edward Pembroke stared through dark glasses as he licked his ice cream, imagining instead he was running his tongue over the upturned buttocks of one of the girls lying on the beach, a dark skinned girl with long curly black tresses in a light pink thong bikini.

“Patience and perseverance, Edward,” Pembroke reminded himself quietly as he observed the girls amid the throngs on the crowded beach. He was aware that his prey was within range, but he understood the importance of waiting for the perfect moment. He couldn’t afford to be hasty; instead, he needed to exercise caution and be prepared to relinquish his target if the situation became too precarious.

However, the fact that he had already succeeded with Sophiel weighed heavily on him, leaving him frustrated that it was proving difficult to replicate his success despite the abundance of lovely targets surrounding him.

Sophie had not bored him, in fact he loved how submissive she was being. Her massages were not just as valuable to him as her cock sucking capabilities and her obedience meant he did not have the stress and worries that may have led him to eliminate her if he did tire of the sex. He reminded himself of his responsibility as her owner and smiled proudly to himself that he had taken good care of her and trained her well.

As he watched the girls walk towards him in their skimpy costumes, he found had had to face around. He would not want to be confused for a lecherous predator! He snuck a glance at their asses revealed by their thongs and felt a pang of anger that they had this power over him.

It had been a nice day out at the beach. Having Sophie and his mother meant there would be no long holidays but it was nice to get out and about.

He had long marvelled at how cheap it was to have Sophie now that he had taken her and sunk all the costs in the basement. Ronald the rat almost cost as much to run, he laughed to himself.

And so that led him to the obvious conclusion, it would be a crime not to try to add to his collection. He knew he needed the perfect candidate, even more so than before.

He had fantasied to Sophie about bringing her mother or sister to be imprisoned with her, and often taunted her of what sexual acts he would have forced them to engage in together. But for a variety of reasons neither were suitable victims. The sister, Jenny was a little too strident, and the mother just too ... old for his tastes. There was also the obvious difficulty in procuring them and transporting them without being found out, or alerting anyone.

Sophie’s ‘death’ had been a godsend. He had nightmares of his own house being dug up on the vaguest of suspicions. It was for this reason that his ideal victim must be young, meek, pretty, and to be either a girl no one cared about, or someone whose suicide/death he could easily fake.

It was one reason he liked to speculate on the beach. It was not just the pretty girls on full display, such as the dark haired, pink thonged girl now ordering ice cream at a van. It was the ease with which that poor girl might ‘disappear’ beneath the waves to never be found again.

But the sheer number of people here, along with the seeming allergy all these pretty young girls had to any kind of dangerous behaviour in isolated places, meant that it was very unlikely he could orchestrate any sort of successful kidnap here.

As with his normal life, he noted sadly, his best chance was online. It was late summer and school would restart soon. That evening, he relaxed with Sophie as he lay back, and received a massage.

“That’s it Sophie dear, work the soles of my feet. Yesss...” he sighed, as the poor girl clad in tiny tight lilac shorts and form fitting blue T shirt dug her fingers in. “Oh, and you might notice later when you do my ears, I got the hairs burnt off yesterday at the barbers so they are nice and smooth! So no excuse for you not to get your tongue in and around all of my ears this time!” Sophie winced at one of her least favorite activities, licking the insides of his ears, often very waxy and hairy. She actually preferred licking his feet and asshole to his ears, though Pembroke loved it.

“The girls at the beach were amazing, such tight bodies and toned tummies, we need to keep yours like that Sophie so I will look to modify your exercise routine!”

“Yes, daddy, I will work hard on it, whatever you give me” Sophie felt a little putout, her body was developing but her stomach was still like a washboard.

“I saw so many girls that I would like to put down here with you. With your complexion, I think it will have to be a dark girl. Would be nice contrast” he mused absent mindedly as if talking about buying cats.

“It’s just so damn hard! You were such a good little girl, Sophie, to come into my web, but there seems to be a lot more caution with young ladies now. I think if I tried the same thing on you now, you probably wouldnt have come out to meet me, so I guess we are lucky, but it does mean that getting you a mate will not be easy.”

The ‘we’ statement annoyed Sophie, she might be outwardly obedient but she most certainly was not ‘lucky’ this life had befallen her.

Pembroke was just as aware of this as she, and just liked to prod at her. “OK Sophie, enough with your hands, use your tongue now on my feet, start with my right foot, and just go around my sole with it.”

Sophie opened her mouth, and ran her long tongue around his foot, as on command.

“What about your cousin, Linda? The one at the private school? She had dirty blonde hair, very jolly hockey sticks sort, and very pretty too! You didn’t really know her did you?”

Sophie was a little alarmed that he was going back into her family. But she was still hopeful that any abduction he might plan would lead to his downfall, and her release, so tried to allow this to sate her desire to scream at him to leave her family alone.

“Not really sir, no, my mother and her mother are sisters but they are not close.”

“Haha I can imagine. Your mum is a bit of a whore, lets be honest Sophie! And she works as a carer and a cleaner. Must be quite sickening for her sister to be a nurse and married to a doctor! She definitely didn’t win the family lottery did she!”

“I am just a little sad that my family would have to suffer again if you did take her.” Sophie felt she had to say it, she knew he wanted her to, and knew it would not make any difference.

“Well, Sophie, maybe they could look at like a bonding exercise if they both lost their daughters. And they should both be proud, if you or your cousin were ugly I wouldn’t be interested! They should be flattered haha, OK Sophie, now move over to the other foot, same thing, with your tongue.”

Sophie moved to his other foot and lapped at it, as she thought of her cousin. Linda Hilal was half Lebanese and beautiful in her own way. She was two school years younger than Sophie and the age gap had meant they did not have that much in common growing up. Then she thought of the age gap between her and the man who owned her, whose foot she was now licking, and grimaced at the irony.