Chapter 48

The girl serving Edward Pembroke at the train station bar in London flashed him a smile, her youth radiating through the playful glint in her eyes. Her belly button piercing gleamed under the dim bar lights, drawing his gaze to the intricate collection of piercings that adorned her ears and nose. Dressed in a snug pair of low-rise jeans and a cropped top, she exuded an air of carefree adventure, her whole being a testament to the vibrant energy she carried in the big city. Pembroke smiled back, captivated by the promise of youth.

“Nice piercings,” he complimented, his smile widening.

But the girl’s mood shifted abruptly as she detected something cold behind Pembroke’s eyes. Her initial warmth dissipated, replaced by a guarded demeanor. She glanced at the fat old man before her and responded with a curt, dismissive nod before moving on to the next customer, leaving Pembroke to ponder the inescapable fact that no one would ever be interested in him.

His only admirers had been his mother, and the girls forced to adore him with their bodies in his basement. With a revengeful smirk, he stared at the girl, almost willing her to teleport to his St Andrews cross in his basement where he would like to put even more piercings in more intimate areas.

It had been a cold December morning and he had been in London buying Christmas presents for some of the few acquaintances he could call friends.

On the train, Pembroke felt lonely as he witnessed couples and groups full of festive cheer. But he mainly felt envious of the young men and their glamorous girlfriends.

Some of the presents were tiny pieces of jewellery that would soon adorn two pretty young girls, who themselves were sorely missed this Christmas.

Teresa Yildiz had one welcome Christmas present: her daughter, Jenny, had returned from two and a half years in Australia, and the two now lived together in Teresa’s flat. They supported each other in staying off drink and drugs, finding strength in their shared resolve. Yet, this Christmas, both could not escape the aching absence of their daughter and sister, Sophie, who had been missing for three and a half years. Jenny had apologized to her mother for her outburst at their last Christmas together. Both had been victims of horrible male behaviour, and Jenny now understood that she should not have blamed her mother for being a victim.

That evening, Darya was lying across Sophie’s stomach in their new single bed within their enlarged cell.

“Sophie, this is Christmas, so it must be a big deal for your family.”

“Please Darya, I don’t want to think about that.”

“Sophie, I have only been here nine months, this is your third Christmas here. You look so different...”

Darya raised her head to look at the picture of Sophie on the wall. It was her at fourteen, smiling in her underwear, in her bedroom, very different to the taller leaner seventeen year old she lay next to now.

“Stop it please, there ie no good from this kind of talk.”

“I don’t want to get used to this life. We need to think about something. We can not get out, but if we try and kill him, if he dies, well someone will come. This is a house, it is England, and someone will miss him if he is a teacher in a school. We have water, we can wait here for weeks.”

Sophie hated to admit it, but she was now happy living her day-to-day existence and the thoughts of escape did not fill her mind as they did with Darya. Was it because she had been here a shorter time? Or was she a natural prisoner and slave? All she wanted was to play with Darya, read, and even sometimes enjoy sex with ‘daddy.’

She envied Darya’s ability to bounce back from the numerous injuries she had received from the beatings she took from Pembroke. No torture had not yet dented her spirit. Even the small chip on her tooth, the result of a vicious smack from Pembroke that had bounced the younger girl’s face off the wall, making Sophie scream in terror, just made her look tougher.

Pembroke interrupted them now, with a voice over the loudspeakers.

“Merry Christmas girls! I want you up and ready, your bodies shaved, and your pussies and bumholes cleaned out. Santa Claus will be coming soon to fuck you both and bring you some presents.”

Sophie sighed in a resigned manner. Darya chastised her. “See, you just accept it, he is going to rape us again, I hate it, I hate this whole thing, but I think you don’t mind it.”

Sophie shrugged off her cellmate’s embrace, and the two quietly went about their ablutions and shaving. Sophie hated being reprimanded for being so submissive.

Pembroke walked in with a commanding pose. He was dressed not as Santa Claus this year, but in black trousers and t-shirt as if he meant business.

“Girls, get out. Sophie put Darya on the cross and make sure she is tightly strapped in.”

Darya maintained eye contact with Sophie as she tied her to the restraints, her arms and legs spread wide. Her defiant gaze bore into Sophie, silently urging her to resist, to not comply with the evil man’s demands. Sophie, feeling a wave of guilt, meekly followed orders, wishing she possessed even a fraction of Darya’s courage.

Pembroke had noticed the atmosphere between the girls, snooping on their conversation.

“Now Sophie, why don’t you eat Darya for a while, I am going to get the presents ready.”

Sophie avoided eye contact with Darya, as she knelt between her legs, and brought her tongue to her lips. She loved doing this, and to her shame did not mind being ordered to, but knew Darya was judging her from above. As if to get back to her, Sophie nibbled aggressively on her clit and tongued her furiously, trying to get Darya to lose control. Darya’s attempts at stoic dignity were futile. She began moaning against her restraints, her legs shaking with pleasure, as she tried to avoid the leering eyes of Pembroke, admiring her slim lithe body as it vibrated to the skilled tongue work of Sophie. The shock of red hair on Sophie’s head below her toned torso completed a beautiful picture and Pembroke took several pictures.

Darya became very wet and came into Sophie’s mouth but she did not dare stop until ordered to, and the ongoing sensitivity caused Darya to cry out. “Stop! Sophie please no more!”

“Keep going until I say so, Sophie” said Pembroke curtly.

Sophie continued to eat her friend, tasting her spicy juices while she writhed above her. Her moans were no longer of pleasure but of pain and all she wanted was to close her legs and have them free of this invasive tongue.

“OK that is enough. Now Sophie, put a gag on Darya, I do not want her to put you off what you will do next.” He handed Sophie a red ball gag which she fixed around Darya’s head expanding her mouth obscenely. her eyes remained fixed on Sophie, daring her to stay defiant.

Pembroke turned on a video on the screen of a nipple piercing. It showed close ups of needles and threads being passed into nipples, and rings being worked in. Sophie’s heart sank as she saw it, and knew what the jewellery was.

“Now I am going upstairs for a while, Sophie you keep her gagged and pay attention to the video. You will be doing that piercing in Darya’s nipples in a few minutes so learn so as not to hurt her!”

Pembroke went upstairs and watched them on the webcam. This would be a fascinating test.

Sophie watched the video with tears in her eyes. She eventually caught Darya’s eyes. Despite her jaws being forced open ridiculously wide and her youth, she still looked respectable, with a dignity that defied their circumstances. Her eyes locked onto Sophie’s, silently challenging her to defy Pembroke.

But what could she do? Sophie had been trapped down here for so long, and Darya had no hopes of escape either. If there was no escape, shouldn’t they make the most of it and hope for rescue—maybe in a year, maybe in three, maybe tomorrow? In the meantime, why not just obey? Why did Darya have to make things so hard?

Yet, the thought of having to do this to her friend turned Sophie’s stomach. She looked sadly at Darya and turned to view the video, thinking of how to do this as painlessly as possible, thinking of her own nipple piercing, long since removed by a bored Pembroke.

“OK Sophie, you’ve had long enough, here are the needles and these two cute things are what I want to see in Darya’s nipples. Go on, get going!”

Pembroke watched, fascinated. Sophie concentrated on her friends’ chocolate-colored nipples, so distinct from her own strawberry-red ones. She sucked on them to make them hard, as if to soothe her. And then tweaked them.