Chapter 51

It was a Thursday evening, and Pembroke was enjoying himself with a beer, in his pants, like many men. But for him, he had the added enjoyment of two teenage girls performing for him in his basement.

Sophie and Darya were lying head to toe on the bed, each one playing the others’ feet with their hands and mouths. Pembroke had already fucked both of them and was exhausted and wanted this pleasant display to wind him down while he drank.

He watched the silver stud on Darya’s tongue flash as she lapped at Sophie’s toes, while the latter’s red head moved around Darya’s feet. Their soft moans filled their air, as they tickled each others’ delicate feet, as Pembroke made out the faint marks across Sophie’s back under the light, finally fading away from the thrashing he had given, rather unfairly, the poor girls a few months ago.

“This weekend I am off to a tech conference my lovelies, so I won’t be seeing you for a few days, don’t worry I will leave you plenty of food. Tomorrow I need to put my mother in the home, poor dear she gets so frightened when she is away from me for long. With any luck I can get some more part time work, tide me over until retirement, and give me more time to spend with you two, and maybe some other unlucky ladies haha!”

Pembroke drained the last of the beer.

“Sophie I think tomorrow I will have you wash my mother again, you do an excellent job and that pale skin of yours needs a bit of light.”

Pembroke smiled as he saw Darya’s eyes flicker. He never let her out of the basement except for sunbathing in extreme discomfort. Only Sophie was allowed to clean her mother, he trusted her more. It was a subtle dig at the girl who was clearly more boisterous and freedom-loving.

“Now ladies, I will go to bed, thank you for tonight. But for now, I need to piss, and I want you to swallow it. Under the shower now, and on your knees.”

Pembroke rose slowly to his feet. He wondered how long he could remain able to physically overpower these girls. In a few years he may have to retire as their daddy, but did not want to contemplate what that would mean for the girls. He waddled over, his kidneys full, and aimed for the two naked girls, kneeling down and mouths wide open.

Pembroke sighed as he finally released several beers worth of piss. He looked down and was pleased to see that both girls were enthusiastically collecting and swallowing his piss in their mouths, each ready and waiting for his aim to change from one mouth to the other.

“Excellent, now here are some new clothes, and you can shower yourselves. OK, have a nice night, see you tomorrow my darlings!”

Darya and Sophie showered in silence and brushed their teeth. They had spent hours fucking Pembroke and licking themselves all over and swallowing his piss. It was always awkward to change straight into their more loving friendship within the cell.

Sophie tenderly kissed her friend as they spooned on the single bed.

“Sophie, what is it like to care for his mother, what is the room like?”

“It’s a normal room, it’s the only normal thing I’ve seen in years, it’s got a bed, a shelf, an old ugly woman that makes daddy look attractive.”

They both giggled. “Sophie, I think daddy is going to put his mother in that home he talked of this weekend, remember? If he goes away his mother goes into a home for old people, you told me this.”

Sophie remembered Pembroke mentioning this, and of how he would talk about his mother loving the home, but that he could not bear to part from her. He even delighted in telling her about how he put her in the home when he went kidnapping girls.

“Well, if you are cleaning her tomorrow and she goes into the home the day after, then maybe you can put a message in her clothes, and this home could read it?”

“What message though? There is no paper or pens there, and he watches me almost all the time.” As she spoke, Sophie felt uncomfortable about the fact that she was so quick to dismiss any escape plans, it reminded her that she was not as obsessed with freedom as Darya.

“I have an idea, I’m on my period right now.”

“I know” giggled Sophie. Being on their period was not an excuse for the girls to not eat each other, nor for them to suck on Pembroke’s blood stained cock after he had fucked them, and Sophie had spent the last few hours with Darya’s metallic period scent swimming in her mouth.

“I can write a message with my blood on a page of the book, you can take it out and leave it on her.”

“But how, in her pockets, what if daddy checks her?”

“We have to try something, look I can still feel the marks on your back.”

Sophie shifted uncomfortably “They are almost gone.”

“You don’t want to escape, do you? That is why he lets you go upstairs and not me. He knows he can trust you because you don’t really mind being here that much.”

“That’s not true!”

“OK prove it!”

Sophie relented. “OK, write the note then.”

“Let’s wait a while, he may still be watching...”

A few hours later, Sophie sat and watched as Darya crouched over a torn out sheet of paper and dug her fingers into her pussy under her panties. She managed to paint several words, digging deep inside herself for more blood. Finally, the page read:

“Help. Kidnap victims are here underground. Sophie Yildiz and Darya”

“OK I don’t know if anyone knows my second name or if they know I am in this country, you are more important, and my pussy has no blood left” grinned Darya.

“How should I bring it out?”

“Up your ass” giggled Darya.

“What if he wants to fuck me?”

“Stick it up deep. And you said he doesn’t like sexy stuff in front of his mother.”

“I can’t believe we are doing this. OK, but if I don’t see a good chance, I will bring it back down here.”

“Then I will make you eat it!” Darya giggled and the two playfully wrestled, then kissed and cuddled to sleep, as if to obscure the gravity of the dangerous mission they were embarking on.

Sophie was in white T shirt and tight shorts decorated with My little Pony, and tied to various points on the bedposts, with her wrists cuffed in front of her. Her mouth was gagged. Pembroke was sitting in the corner reading a newspaper as Sophie gently cleansed the old woman’s wrinkly body.

The rolled up page felt as if it was digging into her insides as she moved, reminding her of the significance of the document hidden between her cheeks. She blushed as she felt Pembroke’s eyes leer on her bottom, hoping she would not tempt him with her ass.

“You know Sophie, I have always wanted to fuck you in the bathroom. You are teasing me in those little panties.”

He leaned forward and grabbed her buttocks, sliding his hand down her shorts. Sophie gasped in panic, even if he did not fuck her asshole, he might spot it peeking out. Why was he so damn horny all the time!”

“Let me check the windows, don’t move far my little minx, I think you are finished here anyway!”

He moved out of the room. Sophie’s heart pounded against her ribcage. She shifted her weight, feeling the cold metal of the handcuffs digging into her wrists. Summoning every ounce of determination, Sophie contorted her body in a precarious maneuver, her muscles protesting against the strain. With a mixture of desperation and determination, she managed to twist her cuffed hands around, fingers fumbling as they sought out the top of her ass crack.

Finally, her fingers brushed against the top of the shorts and a surge of relief flooded through her. She gritted her teeth, pushing past the discomfort, and with painstaking effort, she pushed her fingers down her crack and up her ass. She breathed in to relax her anus, and with two fingers, dug out the little page and brought it around to her front, while Pembroke’s mother watched on, bemused.

She was only halfway safe. What could she do with it? She thought to swallow it, then suddenly saw the bible next to his mother. It often moved around, would it be brought to the home? Pembroke’s shadow approached, and she had no other option. She pushed the page into the pages of the bible, cringing as she noticed it sticking out slightly, and smiled as Pembroke marched in.

“Sorry Sophie, just checked my messages and someone is coming around in an hour, best not leave anything to chance. No cock for you I’m afraid, let’s get out you safely underground again.”

Cursing her luck, Sophie let herself be led downstairs with a blindfold. Released back into the cell with Darya, she told her what had happened in a hushed whisper.

“Ha, well that is good luck, because if you were not forced, I do not think you would have left the note. Let’s hope someone sees it!”

Pembroke whistled as he wheeled his mother into the home. Leah, her familiar regular carer, was all smiles as she greeted her. “Here are her things Leah, take good care of her!” He handed over some toiletries, her bible, and other items.

Pembroke’s mother did not take kindly to the food and when Leah was trying to feed her, she waved her arm and knocked her bible to the floor. Out came the note, with the side with the writing facing down. “Oh dear, Mrs Pembroke, we don’t want to wreck your nice Bible!” She picked the Bible up, and refolded the note, and put it back between the pages.

Pembroke enjoyed the weekend, hanging out with fellow nerds was always a pleasure. He also visited strip clubs and a brothel. But it just wasn’t the same. Spending money on a bored woman who refused to kiss him or take it up the ass? Who acted like she was in charge? What was the point when he had two pretty slaves at home? Well, it was nice to experience other bodies.

Sophie and Darya spent days in the confines of their cell, watching the rest of the basement beyond the glass door, reading, playing, tickling each other, having fun, and making love to each other in tender ways they never could with Pembroke interfering with them.

“When we escape Sophie, I want to live with you in London. I want my mum to come with me too.”

“You can all live with my mum and me. I hope they are OK, I haven’t heard that brute talk about them recently. But if they were dead he might taunt me about it too, so who knows?”

“At least your family are safe. Mine are all dead, it means I have to go on. I cannot just die on my knees here.”

“I just hope something horrible happens to daddy. I hope whatever it is, he really suffers.”

“Sophie, you really hate him don’t you?”

Sophie laughed. “No I love him. What a fucking bastard, to get off on suffering and pain like this. He could just have raped me and let me go or even killed me. He loves the fact I suffer. He is just pure evil.”

“I know. Something has to happen sooner or later.”

Pembroke returned on Sunday evening, exchanging pleasantries with Leah as he escorted his mother home. “Your mother was so nice and talkative,” he remarked, though internally he couldn’t fathom what planet Leah was on.

“Yeah, sure she was,” Pembroke thought, masking his scepticism with a polite smile.

As Leah handed him his mother’s forgotten bible, a note slipped out and was caught by the wind. They both made a feeble attempt to catch it, but Leah was quicker, laughing as she retrieved it.

“Oops, careless fingers!” she teased, handing the note to Pembroke, who laughed along, not truly caring about the note, assuming it was just a loose page.

“Thanks,” Pembroke replied, accepting the bible with the note placed on top. Opening it, he was met with garish red writing that turned his face as crimson as the ink.

“Help. Kidnap victims are here underground. Sophie Yildiz and Darya”

“Oh, that’s some shopping I forgot about months ago! Err ... well, thank you, Leah!” Pembroke managed to stammer the words out, desperately trying to maintain his composure.

Leah laughed and walked away, unaware of the turmoil raging within Pembroke. He fought the urge to vomit as he contemplated the implications of the note. Has anyone else seen it? Would they keep it to themselves or inform the authorities? And who had written it?

Pembroke’s sniffed the paper and realised the note was stained with period blood. Sophie must have planted it! He recalled her seeming flustered while washing his mother, but he hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

Nearly overwhelmed with stress, Pembroke fought back tears. Even if he had narrowly avoided disaster, this was too close for comfort. Those sneaky little bitches had even involved his own mother!

He examined the note again, noting that it wasn’t immediately intelligible. Perhaps, he told himself, someone might not notice it unless they read it closely. Or was he simply trying to convince himself of that?

He decided he would not reveal any of his knowledge of the note to the girls. It might be instructive to see how they behaved. In the meantime, he prayed that he would not get a visit from the police.

For the next few days, Pembroke was on edge, as were the girls. But as the week progressed, he grew more confident that nobody had seen the note. By Friday he was relaxed and fancied that the girls must think they had got away with hiding the note. How would they feel if they believed the note was just lying in a bible forever in his room. Surely they would think that he would discover it sooner or later, unless it was brought out and discovered by someone else.

He almost did not want to reveal his knowledge to them, revelling in how stressful the uncertainty must be for them. On the other hand, maybe some false hope might make them more relaxed about any more cunning plans?

Pembroke lay back on the bed in the basement, while the two girls ran their tongues over each of his feet. The pleasant sensation of the tongue studs, both girls having now been so pierced, felt amazing when combined with the warm trail of their slippery mouth muscles traversing his soles. Life could not get much better than this.