Chapter 44

Pembroke awoke the next morning like a kid on Chrismas morning. He checked his monitor and was thrilled to see his two prisoners still in their cell. Sophie was still in her mask, curled up on the mat and facing the opposite way from Darya who was standing facing the wall.

Poor girls, he thought. Darya’s wrists had been behind her back for nearly eighteen hours, and Sophie’s face must be so hot and bothered.

He opened the basement and noticed how calm Sophie was compared to the startled yells and shourts from Darya.

“Please, I am hurt, please mister”

“You call me Daddy ... remember?” He pointed to the screen and the writing cascading down the screen covering the two lesbians 69ing each other. He hoped the translation had made sense to her!

Darya was tired and sore and did not want to fight this ogre. “Daddy? Daddy please release me, I need help. Please tell my mother...”

“No, no mother, remember! You ... no more family. Only me, daddy, and Sophie, sister!” Pembroke pointed to Sophie, who lay with her head against the glass, looking depressed with her body language behind the mask.

Darya just wanted out of the handcuffs. Her arms were hurting badly and were going numb.

“Wait. Have patience Darya.”

Pembroke left food “Sophie, you feed her!”

Sophie could not eat the food herself with her mask and Darya could not get to it with her hands. Darya had not eaten for 24 hours and was starving. She allowed Sophie to put some food in her mouth with her hands as Pembroke watched.

“Sophie you will eat later, I like slim girls so you can never be too skinny for me. I am going to take you out for some sunbathing while I get things straight with little Darya.”

Pembroke brought Sophie out and cuffed her into the transport wardrobe so she was strapped in by her ankles, waist, thighs, and arms. He then transported her upstairs.

Darya was left alone for the first time, her only company the constant droning and the hardcore pornography.

“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.”

Sophie was relieved to have the mask taken off her while Pembroke kept her upright within the wardrobe in his mother’s room. She looked at the old woman as the mother smiled like a toddler at the reddened sweaty face, still gagged, which appeared from behind the monstrous mask.

“Keep mother company, Sophie, I am going down now to teach Darya some home truths.”

Pembroke felt confident enough to leave Sophie upstairs while he returned to find the girl shyly trying to cover herself in the corner of the cell.

“OK Darya, you are here for sex, understand?”

“Mister, I am too young, please we can give you money, just let me go.”

Pembroke sighed, why did they always try to bargain? Literally, the only thing he wanted from Darya was her body.

Pembroke brought her out by the elbow, uncuffing her briefly. Darya barely had time to rub her sore wrists before he grabbed them again, securing them in front of her with another set of cuffs. He attached these cuffs to a cord linked to a ring on the ceiling. With a menacing calm, Pembroke began to pull the cord, raising her arms higher and higher until Darya was forced onto her tiptoes.

As the cord tightened, she felt her entire body being stretched. Her arms were pulled taut above her head, and she could feel the strain in her shoulders and back. Her ribs felt as if they were being pried apart, the pressure making it difficult to breathe. Her skeletal frame extended painfully, every muscle screaming in protest. Her legs trembled, muscles tightening as she struggled to maintain her balance on the very tips of her toes.

Pembroke marvelled at her body, running his fingers against her ribs like the strings of a guitar. “You are perfect, years of fun ahead!” Her concave stomach sucked in air as she fought the pain throughout her body. Pembroke noted she was going to have a black eye. Oh well, he thought, like Sophie, she would need a few marks of pain before she knew her place.

The pornography and the voice droned on throughout. “Who am I?” asked Pembroke.

“I dont know?”

Pembroke slapped her gently across the face. “I am Daddy. Who am I?”

“Daddy” she gasped, she could barely speak from the effort of keeping her toes on the floor.

“What are you?”

“I am Darya ... I...”

“You are my slave. Xulam. Slave, Xulam. Slave. Whare are you?”

Darya moaned in frustration. “I am slave.”

Pembroke moved his hand between her legs. He would have Sophie shave her. “Your body is mine. Las te ... your body ... ya min ... mine!”

Darya stayed silent, looking elsewhere, trying to think of a way out of this.

“Who are you and who am I?

“You are Daddy ... I am slave”

“Good. Good girl. you obey me. You do what I tell you otherwise I hurt you, you understand? Guhilber.”

Darya’s pain stopped the full impact of the awful words. Maybe this man was not gong to kill her, maybe rape her or sell her, she would have chance of escape another day. For now, she just wanted to avoid pain.

“Are you virgin?”

Darya did not understand.

“Qiz?”

Darya shut her eyes and nodded.

“Soon I will fuck you. You understand ... fuck?”

Darya knew the curse word, she did not understand the full meaning. Pembroke stripped naked and began to stroke his cock in front of her.

Darya fidgeted while suspended, her body trembling with the effort to find some relief from the excruciating strain and now to try to avoid looking at the disgusting sight of Pembroke’s erect penis. She had never seen one until last night, she knew it meant bad things, the strange purple helmet bulging out and Pembroke’s contorted face as he tugged on it.

“Look at my cock! My cock! Kir! Look!” He slapped her across the face and pointed her face down at his cock and she got the message. She looked with revulsion and wonder at how his hands moved so quickly on his organ, thinking surely it must hurt. She was even more revolted when she glanced up and saw his red face and bulging eyes looking right into her, his teeth bared like a wild ape.

Suddenly a warm liquid squirted over her, across her breasts and stomach. Pembroke moaned, scooped it up, and put it in her mouth.

“Swallow” he motioned how to do it, but Darya spat it out automatically, the horrible salty taste of his cum being too much for her.

Pembroke slapped her again. “I told you to SWALLOW!”

He was secretly glad, he wanted to get her into the torture sack he had bought with her mother’s own money. He pulled it out, and checked his dictionary.

“I told you SWALLOW, ‘Daqurtinin’, understand. You disobey - ‘guhnedan’, understand? So now you get punished. Punished - ‘cezakirin’. Understand?

Always do what I tell you to do. Always obey. ‘Her tim itaet bike’. Always obey. Now I punish you.”

He pulled out the sack and then released Darya from the suspended cord. Her relief from the stretching was short-lived, as he put in her into the sack with wrists and ankles still cuffed. He then zipped her up and sucked the air out.

The sack was suffocatingly tight, compressing Darya’s body into a claustrophobic cocoon. Her arms and legs were pinned so firmly against her torso that he began to lose all sensation in her limbs. The pressure of the sack eliminated any distinction between her limbs and the rest of her body, creating an eerie sensation of weightlessness.