Chapter 45

The next morning Pembroke brought breakfast. He left some for Darya and remarked with pleasure that the young girl was now smooth and had been shaved. “Excellent work, Sophie” your new sister has a nice smooth pussy I am sure you cannot wait to eat it!”

Darya barely touched the food, she felt ill with stress and the environment she was in. Sophie was brought out towards Pembroke’s workstation on the opposite corner of the basement and he closed the curtains around it so that Sophie could have her mask taken off.

“Good girl Sophie now remember, not a word to come out of your mouth! Before you get your breakfast, you need to earn it so suck me off first, come on!”

Sophie was grateful for what passed for fresh air and sucked on the familiar organ of her owner, as he looked at her sweaty disheveled face, her hair stuck to the sides of her reddened face.

After he came in her mouth, he hand-fed her some breakfast as she continued to kneel. “Now stay there and enjoy being mask-free, while I do some work here.”

Sophie knelt between his thighs, and though she had to stare at Pembroke’s sweaty balls and flaccid cock and her cheeks brushed against his hairy inner thighs, she was grateful to be out of that horrible mask for a while.

Pembroke was checking for any details of Darya’s disappearance. He could find no relevant mention of Linda Hillal, Yasmin, Darya Talebani, or Gultan Yavuz, the terrorist woman whose name had been lent to Yasmin’s passport.

At that moment, Yasmin was waking up to her second morning in prison, once more agitating the guards and begging to be allowed a phone or a lawyer. The officials were now skeptical that this empty-headed woman had anything to do with terrorism but a bureaucrat had insisted the seven-day rule stay in place for her.

Her aunt Fatima, an old lady in London, was exasperated with her extended family. So many had asked for handouts and she regretted reaching out to her niece Yasmin. She was now worried that she had heard nothing about either of them since Saturday and thought they may both have been kidnapped. Last she heard, Yasmin was in Istanbul and Darya was in London. Then, radio silence from both. Maybe they had decided they did not need her help. In any event, she was furious that she was worrying about more Syrian cousins and if she heard from Yasmin again she would tell her not to contact her anymore.

Pembroke idly surfed the web until he suddenly realised it would soon be time to go to school.

“Time for me to go to work, Sophie, daddy now has two girls to support!” he smiled wickedly and then reached for the mask again.

“Now Sophie, I am going to put the mask back on you. I have set up a reminder that will appear on the screen as an interruption, you know the score, and when you hear it, you will take your knickers off and masturbate for the whole time the alarm goes off. The alarm sound is going to be this...”

All of a sudden, the robotic droning from the screen beyond the curtain was interrupted by the loud sound of a woman orgasming.

“This will play for about five minutes and for those five minutes I want you out of your panties and fingering yourself and I want you doing it while facing Darya, OK? Make sure you are looking in her direction!”

Darya had been shocked by the orgasm sound intrusion, but Sophie’s dead face revealed how immune she had become to these sick orders.

Pembroke left and went to school. He faced his pupils with confidence, their apathy in front of him did not bother him anymore. He had a place where he wielded absolute power and that was good enough for him.

Darya looked at the weird girl sitting meters away on the bench in the cell. She did not seem aggressive, though it was hard to tell behind that black mask and those giant bug eyes. Her breathing was audible over and above the chanting. Darya tried to shut her mind from the pornography, the chanting, the girl beside her, her breathing, the wounds from the beatings and tried to think of something that could sustain her. She had not been raped yet, but she understood sex, and liked to believe the would put up a fight to save her virginity. She might not prevent it, but she had to think of her family and keep some dignity.

She slowly looked at the woman next to her, she envied her the panties and vest she was wearing. The girl turned to look at her, the large bug eyes looking at her, and she brought her hands up to her chest and crossed them, in what Sophie had hoped would be seen as a gesture of love.

Darya was sitting cross legged, her arms folded across her chest. Surely the woman had been forced into this mask, it was not her fault she looked so hideous? Darya slowly held her eye, and moved across to her.

“Friend?” Darya asked tentatively.

Sophie nodded her head, she offered her hands took Darya’s into hers, and clasped them.

Sophie hoped that the girl would understand, she wanted to help her so badly but what could she do? Tell her that she should resign herself to a life of sexual cruelty down here away from friends and family?

“Police? Help?” Darya thought about what to ask her, with her limited English.

Sophie just shook her head in response and hung her head. Behind the expressionless black mask, Darya could sense the depression and sadness in her. She looked sadly at the vibrant shock of red hair spilling out at the top, hinting at the life that lurked within this poor imprisoned woman. Despite the mask’s unsettling appearance, Darya leaned in, contemplating a hug, and Sophie returned the gesture.

The two embraced, one girl masked and hidden, the other seeking connection and comfort. They clung to each other, finding a fleeting moment of solace and humanity. Darya cried, and the heavy breathing behind the mask was the only clue as to the sobbing of Sophie.

Suddenly, the loud orgasm sound interrupted their embrace. Sophie grunted in frustration. Why now?

She gently pushed Darya away, and moved to the corner of the cell, then pushed her panties down to her ankles. Darya watched, in shock.

“What are you doing?”

Darya’s eyes widened as the fingers of the masked girl went to her pussy and started playing among the hairless folds, as the cold black bug screens stared at Darya.

“You dirty woman! You go away from me!” Darya was confused and furious. She had done this herself sometimes, but not in front of others. What was this woman, had she been trying to seduce her?

The orgasm sound stopped, and the masked girl stopped playing with herself put her panties back on, and sat down.

Darya sat, perplexed, but did not say anything. She just kept to her side of the cell, cross-legged and hands across her breasts, as the masked woman stared out of the cell in the opposite direction.

The scene repeated itself throughout the day and each time Darya tried to shield her eyes in disgust and shouted at the woman to stop. She started sobbing after one episode, having seen the odious sight of the mask staring while the woman had three fingers in her pussy. It was like some nightmare robot. Sophie had moved over to try and touch her on the shoulder, but Darya lashed out.

“Fuck off. Leave me alone. Go away from me. Dirty!”

Sophie stayed away, heartbroken and scared of this angry little girl, and awaited the next command to start masturbating.

That evening Pembroke checked the videos and was delighted with Sophie’s compliance.

“Good work Sophie, now let me bring you to the workstation.”

Sophie was brought out, and her mask was removed. Her face was slick with sweat, and her hair clung to her forehead in damp strands. Her eyes, red-rimmed, blinked rapidly as they adjusted to the light. Her cheeks were flushed, and lines from the mask were imprinted on her skin.

“Now Sophie remember, no talking! Good job so far, you can have a break for a while. Now, I want you to stay here, while I get Darya set up.

Sophie was left at the workstation behind the curtain. She heard Pembroke open the cell door and violent shrieks followed by slapping sounds as he wrestled with the poor girl.

Sophie looked around, it was not often she had this freedom. The laptop was shut and closed. There were some tools around, and she could see things she could use as weapons, like a screwdriver.

But what then? She still had the three doors to get through, and the codes, and the thumbpads. it always seemed so hopeless, such a tiny space between her and freedom, a matter of ten seconds running through the doors and up the stairs and yet years had gone by and she had never managed it.

As she looked at the screwdriver, the curtain was suddenly swished aside as Pembroke re-entered. Sophie jumped in shock, hoping that she did not give away what she had been thinking.

“Now, remember, no talking! Just nod or shake your head to my questions. I have a pleasant surprise for you Sophie, but that will wait. For now, let’s get this mask on you.”

It was the red mask, which covered her eyes but had a hole for her mouth. Pembroke put it on and let her hair out at the top.

“Stunning. Now let’s go out and meet Darya.”

Sophie was taken aback to see the naked Darya spread-eagled on the St Andrews cross. Her legs were quivering both with fear and her efforts to keep her legs closed, fighting to preserve as much dignity as possible in the face of the inevitable.

“Now Sophie, you did a good job shaving Darya, and she looks delicious. And you have a mouth free now to do what you were born to do, and let’s face it that’s not talking is it?”

Sophie shook her head. She awaited the instruction.

“Eat her pussy. Make it special for her, see if you can make her cum.”

Despite all the sexual antics Sophie had been subjected to, she had only ever seen one person naked, before and that was Pembroke. She had been forced to watch a huge amount of lesbian porn but had never seen a vagina in real life except her own. She had never been attracted to women, and felt awful for her cellmate, who must hate her.

She thought of all the disgusting things she had done for her ‘daddy’ and shuffled forwards. Darya had not showered for over a day and the smell was not exactly pleasant. She stuck her tongue out until it touched her lips.

“Euuughhhh” shouted Darya, she was horrified at this, lesbian sex was something she thought just unnatural. Even the disgusting man she could understand. But this was so unnatural...