Chapter 43

Pembroke changed into just a thong and his dressing gown. He dimmed all the lights of the house, and dragged the wooden box into his bathroom. Opening it, he saw the crumpled black gown writhe around and she faced him. Her eyes squinted in the bright bathroom light, but did not hide how scared she looked. She did not smell good either, she spent hours in a box after flying a thousand miles, and had no chance to go to the toilet,

Pembroke relished her discomfort and prepared himself for the next step. He lifted her out of the box and into the bathtub. “You keep still -’bedeng bimine’!”

Darya was now used to the light, and watched him disrobe into just a ridiculous looking thong, showing off his large, hairy and repulsive body. His face had seemed pleasant in a suit as a kind uncle figure, but now the double chins and jowels, the red cheeks and balding grey hair made her want to throw up. She had never seen a man naked, she had been so sheltered, and her lack of experience with male anatomy left her totally unprepared with the sight of his hairy belly and chest and thick legs. What lay beneath his black thong seemed to her to be the stuff of nightmares.

Pembroke produced a knife, and started to cut through her clothes. The black gown was first, then her cute Mickey Mouse T shirt disappeared into shreds. Darya cried loudly when her upper body was left exposed and she felt his rough hands run over her skin. She shut her eyes and prayed it would stop, that someone would save her. Pembroke continued, and took his time to slice through her jeans. She was left in just bra and knickers which soon also were ripped off and left in a black bin bag with the rest of the shreds of her clothes, to be discreetly disposed off as soon as possible. com Pembroke turned the shower on, deliberately setting it to ‘cold.’ Darya screamed from behind her gag as the jet of ice hit her, and Pembroke washed away all the detritus and unpleasantness, forcing her onto her stomach parting her cheeks and pushing the shower head into her. Darya waved her head around manically and bumped it against the taps, almost knocking herself out, but it did stop her screaming and she was just reduced to soft painful gasps of pain as Pembroke completed his task. He started to enjoy himself as he soaped her down, her skin was so soft and clear. Light brown but so dark compared to that of Sophie. Her body was much more petite, and like Sophie she had little body fat outside of her pert little buttocks and budding breasts. She had a dark thatch of black hair between her legs and under her arms which would have to come off eventually, but not now.

He grabbed a sleep mask and put it over her eyes. He towelled her off, and attached a new spreader to her ankles to replace her cuffs, which was elasticized and allowed her feet to move about a foot from each other, so she could take short steps.

“OK, now we go to your new home, darling. Time to meet your big sister. Welcome to the rest of your life!”

She barely came up to his shoulder as he marched her in front of him, turning off the bathroom lights and guiding her through the darkness. This would not be a good time for guests, he thought, as the large man in a thong guided a blindfolded naked girl, her ankles and wrists cuffed, through the hallway.

He guided her into the stairwell and down the stairs. “Where, where are we going?” she stuttered. “To your home, where you will spend the rest of your life” he responded in a deadpan manner, hoping she would understand all the words.

He opened the doors and cage, and he was delighted to see the figure of Sophie, in the submissive naru pose, out of her cell in the middle of the basement. She was in her black bikini but what grabbed his attention was the mask. She looked like a mixture of a pony with Darth Vader, her masked face looking impassively at him through the dark impenetrable screen. The rising and falling of her chest gave away the palpitations that bounced around within her.

Sophie could not believe it. It was a real live girl, that her captor had brought in. She was naked, and looked to be younger than her, with her hands cuffed behind her back and a gag and blindfold in place. Even with her eyes obscured she looked like she was crying, her face red and tear stains falling down her cheeks. The darkness of her skin next to Pembroke’s white flesh and her tumbling black locks spoke of her middle eastern ethnicity. She actually did remind her of her cousin, Linda, whose passport Pembroke had used to lure her into this trap.

Pembroke left the girl standing there, terrified, as he closed the doors and turned on the monitor. It revealed text which Sophie did not understand, but which was Kurdish Arabic. It was accompanied by a female robotic voice.

The cinema screen played scenes of lesbian sex, with the rolling subtitles continuing to carry the text message. The words sounded very strange to Sophie, but made terrifying sense to the poor frightened blindfold naked girl who heard it.

“Darya, your old life is gone. You are now in your new life. You will never see or hear from your family again. You will spend the rest of your life in this dungeon until you die.”

“Darya, you are here to serve your new father, who you will call “Daddy” he who has brought you here. You will obey his every command without hesitation no matter how painful or distasteful it is to you. He owns you, body and soul.”

“Darya, you are here to give pleasure to Daddy. Your beautiful body will serve him in every sexual way possible. You may never reject him. Daddy is going to punish you very harshly for disobedience or failure to serve him sexually. Get used to using your body.”

“Darya, you have a new sister, Sophie. You will have sex with her too and spend the rest of your life with her. You and Sophie will not be friends, you will be lovers, and you will serve Daddy together.”

“Darya, remember that this is your new life now. You are a sex slave to Daddy. Obey him and think of sex, always. There is nothing else but this, and nowhere else for you. No one will exist for you, except for Daddy and Sophie.”

The voice continued to recite the messages on a loop. Pembroke took the blindfold off Darya, who jumped in shock at the sight of the sex dungeon.

What seemed normal to Sophie and Pembroke was, of course, utterly disgusting. There were naked pictures of Sophie on the walls, including some of her in her normal clothes, pre capture. There were various instruments of sexual torture including the St Andrews Cross, the saw horse, ropes dangling from the ceiling and other delights. There was a clear glass cell, built for a prisoner. But what shocked Darya the most was the other person in the basement besides Pembroke, a woman in a shiny black bikini, kneeling submissively and facing her with her head concealed behind a black mask, making her look like a horse. The eyes were hidden behind a bug like screen and the front extended like a gas mask. Plumes of red hair sprouted from the top of the mask, and coupled with the pale white skin were the only clues that Sophie was there.

Sophie felt broken hearted as she saw the girl look right at her in fear and scream. Pembroke took her gag out, and she started babbling and crying.

“Please ... help me ... no ... MUMMY!! ... HELP ... Please don’t hurt me, LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”

“Be quiet, BEDENG BE”! shouted Pembroke after he had tired her of loud pleading.

“No... “ Darya continued to scream and shout in Kurdish, her feet stomping up and down as much as the length of ankle cuffs would allow. She tried to shuffle past Pembroke to get to the cage door, and Pembroke just looked at her with amusement, watching her little bum wiggle as she tried to open it with her mouth, and then turn her wrists from behind her back to try something.

Pembroke knew violence was unavoidable as a deterrent, and with a reluctant sigh grabbed her hair and pulled, flinging her back across the basement floor. He was pleased to see that Sophie barely flinched.

“Do not help or comfort her, Sophie, you only do what I tell you to, OK?”

Sophie felt her tears sting her skin within the mask as she continued to watch the poor girl pick her self up and start screaming again, while Pembroke grabbed her hair and lifted her off her feet.

Pembroke loved how light she was, much lighter than Sophie! He flicked her little tits as they jiggled while she was suspended in thin air. Darya screamed as her hair pulled against her skull, until her let her go and she fell onto her face. Giggling, Pembroke slapped her upturned ass, the slap reverberating around the room.

“NOO ... MR FARQUA...” The girl started to plead, and cry even more. Pembroke stood impassively. She began babbling again in Kurdish.