Chapter 4

The following morning, Sophie awoke with her legs bruised and showing purple marks after yesterday’s hockey match. She put on some black tights to cover them up, and hoped to get through the day. Afshan awoke in her family home in East London and spent time carefully shaving her body hair and putting on the underwear Pembroke had picked out last night. She recalled the misery of standing in bra and knickers, knowing she was recorded, and having to hold up different pairs of underwear to the webcam for his approval. She put on the light green satin panties and matching bra which matched well with her dark Pakistani skin, and then put on some conservative muslim clothing including her hijab. She stifled a cry as she kissed her father good morning. During the night, she had cut her arms and thighs, a habit she had grown out, or thought she had. She told herself that if she went through with this, there was a chance her nightmare would end. This bastard who had tormented her for weeks might leave her alone.

Edward Pembroke was groggy on the train to London, and had to plan for the conference as well as for the meeting with Afshan. He got to the hotel room early, it was a small complex near a tube station. He put up some hidden cameras ready to record everything, then sat in a café opposite the hotel and texted Afshan.

“Hi Afshan, come to Bermondsey tube station, be here for 9.30 and I will tell you where to go from there.” He munched on a croissant and coffee. He waited and later directed Afshan down to the hotel. He watched her walk alone and was satisfied this should be straightforward.

Pembroke had attempted a slight disguise. He wore thick rimmed glasses, and dark black contact lenses. He reasoned it was the best he could do if he wanted to actually meet these girls. What were the chances Afshan would recognise him again without glasses and different eye color? And what would she do? He had told himself he needed to live a little dangerously to have some fun.

There was no reception at this part of the hotel and Pembroke already had his card. “Hello Afshan” he smiled. She jumped, and looked at him with terror. “Now calm down Afshan, let’s go through with this, and soon it will all be over.”

They walked up wordlessly to the room. He opened the door for her like a gentleman. “Now, I think you should strip to your underwear now we are inside” he said commandingly. He had figured Afshan out to be a little on the timid side and he was right. Shaking, she removed all her clothes and stood in bra and panties.

“Now lie face down and let me massage you. Do not move from that position, yes” he said pleasantly. Afshan lay face down on the pillow, while Pembroke admired her plump upturned tan buttocks coming out of the tight light green underwear. He stripped himself, and then ran his hands over her body. She was incredibly tense. He snapped her bra off and he felt her shaking, and as he reached his hands under her chest to cup her breasts, he heard her crying into the pillow. He ignored her and ran his tongue down her spine. He enjoyed the taste of her skin, like citrus.

“Hmmm, you don’t taste like curry yet haha” he told her “I suppose I should withhold judgement until I eat what is between your legs!”

Afshan grabbed the pillow and pushed her face into it. Pembroke touched her buttocks and admired the smooth taugtness of them, and ran his fingers along the crease of each buttock until they met at the gusset of her panties. He pushed his face into her ass and felt the satin rub over him. After lavering the area with his tongue, he grew frustrated with the smell of the satin and yanked her knickers down, pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, prompting her to squeal, and drove his tongue deep into her crack. He feasted like a hungry wolf on a carcass, her asshole, her pussy all got attention. He realised he needed to spread her, so pulled the knickers right down past her ankles, and slapped her ass loudly.

“Up on all fours! You can keep your face in the pillow if you like!”

She hopped her knees up under her and spread them, and Pembroke was presented with her full asshole and pussy stretched wide in front of him, hairless as he had demanded. He twisted her to one side, hoping she would not suspect why, but it was because he wanted the camera from behind his left shoulder to fully capture the glory of her ass in the air. He spent ten minutes licking her out, her bumhole and pussy and chewed on her clit.

Afshan had never kissed another man and felt her body betray her. His tongue in her asshole was not something she had expected to happen. She tried to scream when he put his finger up there but he shushed her. “I won’t fuck you in the asshole darling don’t worry. This will be normal straight sex don’t worry. Now turn over.”

She turned around and lay still as a robot while he dipped his head down between her thighs, and then moved to her breasts suckling on her nipples. He moved to kiss her, but she shook her head and turned away. Oh well, he reasoned, you can’t have everything. Eventually, he put on his condom while working some lubricant into her virgin vagina. Afshan still cried with her head to the side, her hands tugging on the sheets, as Pembroke forced his six inch cock inside her. His head bobbed alongside hers, he breathed in her neck and hair until eventually he came.

After a few moments, he got up, and started putting his clothes on. “No, you stay naked until I get dressed first.” He said “Oh and one final thing, those green underwear, give them to me, they are mine now.”

Afshan had no desire to keep them and handed them over. She then dressed herself. She wanted to get out as quickly as she could but was a little suspicious why he seemed happy to stay. “I want to shower here” he said “so go on, get back to college or whatever. Now, we have met and you met me, well I give you my word I will delete your files and I will not expose you. Oh, here it is...”

He handed over a CD along with a USB stick. “This is for you” he said. Afshan took it gingerly. She was not stupid, if he wanted he would have a back up. She just had to trust him. “Look I have done what you asked OK, just please leave me alone. I will leave you alone.” Afshan tried not to make it sound threatening.