Chapter 55

Sophie grinned mischievously as she delicately brushed Darya’s hair, tying the ribbons into perfect bows. “You look absolutely stunning, Darya, I might just have to admit defeat in the beauty department,” she teased, gesturing toward the faint scratch marks still visible on her face from Darya’s attack the week before.

Darya responded in a deadpan manner. “Sophie, those scratches will heal in no time. Besides, I’m not growing a new tooth anytime soon,” she quipped, referring to the casualty of one of Pembroke’s violent outbursts.

Sophie quickly changed the subject. Her gaze drifted to the intricate patterns adorning Darya’s underwear, her admiration evident. “I love your panties. They’re positively exquisite! What does it feel like wearing something so lovely?” she mused, marveling at the ornate lace and delicate design. “I hope daddy lets me wear something like that on my birthday or my Capture Day.”

Darya sucked in the air to calm herself. “Sophie he’s not here, stop saying ‘daddy’ and stop talking about ‘Capture Day’ like it’s not part of his sick game.

“Sorry Darya, I’m just being cheerful. It is still an occasion and it is nice to dress up isn’t it?”

“I suppose they are pretty” Darya felt her hips slide into the white cream panties, they did feel and look nice, as did her matching bra. But of course, it was all for Pembroke.

Sophie hoped she could lighten the mood. She did not want to admit that Darya’s life depended on it.

“And that dress looks lovely, you should put it on now!”

“I guess he will be down soon anyway. Got to look for the monster.”

“Darya please, don’t call him that! Let’s just behave and have a nice evening...” Sophie then whispered in her ear. “I can play with your asshole if you want, I guarantee you will like daddy’s cock in there afterward.”

Darya giggled at the girl’s hopeless optimism and obsession with sex. “God Sophie, what are you like? OK then I promise I will behave myself for our ‘daddy’ I just hope we don’t have to do anything too disgusting to him.”

“Don’t think of daddy as disgusting” chastised Sophie, cheerfully “ and let’s get you into this dress.” The fabric of the dress was light and airy, draping elegantly around Darya’s figure. It accentuated Darya’s curves in all the right places before cascading into layers of chiffon that swirled around the tops of her thighs. The neckline dipped precipitously, drawing attention to her cleavage.

With each movement, the fabric seemed to come alive, swaying gently with Darya’s graceful steps. Sophie watched in awe, captivated by her friend’s transformation.

“You look absolutely enchanting, Darya,” Sophie exclaimed, her voice brimming with admiration. “Like a fairytale princess come to life!” She couldn’t contain her delight, envisioning Darya as a character straight out of one of her beloved nineteenth-century novels.

Sophie felt something else other than admiration. She knelt down, and ran her hands up Darya’s legs, up her dress, and over her panties, that she had admired so recently.

“Shall I get you wet for daddy?” She asked, looking lustily up at her friend.

“Believe me, I would love nothing more than that but...” sighed Darya he will be here, and you have to be in that uniform, come on get dressed, then if you have time you can eat me.”

Sophie slipped on the Willowbridge school uniform. It was Darya’s Capture Day, so she was playing second fiddle, dressed as one of Pembroke’s school girls.

Soon, Sophie found herself clad in the bottle green uniform, the skirt scandalously short, and the white panties so adored by their captor.

“Hmm ok ... let me eat you now!” giggled Sophie and she pulled up Darya’s dress, pulling her panties down, and tasting her fresh pussy lips.

At that moment, the door opened and Pembroke walked in. He smiled at what he had obviously interrupted.

“Naughty for you to start without me, girls” he mocked. He was in a black dressing gown, and it was revealed he was just in his customary thong underneath.

“Now, I have some red wine with me, and you two will drink it. Let’s sit down first!”

Pembroke released them from the cell and escorted them to the center of the basement. From his workstation corner, he dragged out a large bean bag and two chairs. With a careless toss, he flung his dressing gown into the corner, and in just his thong, he plopped down onto the bean bag. His protruding stomach spilled over the sides of the thong, nearly engulfing it in his flesh. His massive thighs, arms, and legs looked grotesquely out of place in such minimal clothing, accentuating his unattractive physique.

As he lounged on the bean bag and stretched out, his jowls and double chin only served to highlight the stark contrast between his near-naked presence and the two pleasantly dressed girls sitting opposite him.

“Legs slightly apart girls, you should reveal just enough to let me know the color of your panties” he drawled at the two girls who parted their thighs accordingly.

He picked up a bottle of red wine, poured three plastic glasses, and put two on the table. He took the third and gulped it down. “Congratulations Darya. This is your third Capture Day. How does it feel? Darya’s face burned as she watched his double chin croak like a frog guggling down the wine, and the bulging cock filling out his thong.

“I am happy to still be here, daddy. I hope I can bring you pleasure.”

“Ha, really?”

“There are worse things than being your prisoner, daddy. I am determined to make this work, for you and Sophie.”

Sophie’s eyes sparkled with happiness, and she beamed with joy as she reached over to take Darya’s hand. Her smile toward Pembroke held a subtle hint of hope, as if she were silently pleading for his approval from their captor.

“Really, what could be worse than this?” Pembroke lay sprawled back, exposing himself in his thong, looking utterly repulsive and obscene, his tone dripping with apathy and disdain as if their discomfort and revulsion meant nothing to him.

“I could be dead. My family is mostly dead. I am alive, and I want to make the most of it. I want to serve you, and obey you.”

“Good, good. You serve me well Darya! Not as good Sophie here...” he gazed at Sophie, smiling. Sophie smiled back. She hated to admit, she was proud that she was his favourite.

“Daddy, this year I will be better.”

“Good to hear! I expect more obedience, really, that’s all. That is all that daddy wants.”

There was silence.

“Well, I have had another wonderful year. Since you and Sophie came into my life, I realized I never lived until I took you. It was a shadow of a life. And in the outside world, people still look at me and think, what a loser! I wish I could show them the treasure I have down here, that would make them green with envy!” Pembroke’s words dripped with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Darya sipped the wine. It tasted strong, and she was not so used to it. “The wine is nice, thank you daddy.”

“Have more! Come on, you too Sophie!”

Sophie poured more for all three of them. As she poured Pembroke’s drink he ran his hand up her legs and around her panties. Like an animal, he moved over and bit her on the thigh as Sophie squealed. “Fuck I wish I could do that to my schoolgirls!”

“I’m sorry, daddy, I spilled some on you.”

“Yes, you did. Now lick it off me” Pembroke responded sternly. She reached down and ran her tongue carefully over his belly and licked and sucked some out of his belly button where it had collected. “That’s it, done. Good girl,” he praised her, as his hand wandered back up her skirt.

Sophie was unsure where to go.

“Come sit with me Sophie, bring your glass too.”

Sophie sat on Pembroke’s lap as his hand remained up her skirt and wormed its way into her pussy, as they both supped their wine.

“Now, this is nice. Having a nice schoolgirl on my lap, and celebrating Darya’s special day.”

There was silence while the girls supped nervously and Pembroke daydreamed. They were not used to saying anything unless ordered.

Eventually, Pembroke piped up. “Darya, that dress looks amazing. Is that something you would have worn on the outside?”

“No, daddy, I usually wore jeans and jumpers and robes over the top when I went outside.”

“Very boring. Well, why don’t you do a dance for us.”

“Yes, daddy. What kind of dance do you want?”

“A dance you did at home. Traditional dance. Decent, not sexy. Not for now anyway.”

“Will there be any music?”

“No.”

Sophie noticed the tension in the air. She massaged Pembroke’s cock to get him in a good mood. “Good girl, Sophie, see Darya? Sophie doesn’t wait to be told. Yes Sophie, suck my cock, while Darya does her dance.”

Darya got up and attempted to dance gracefully. She recalled a Kurdish wedding dance she had seen before and moved around the room, her arms flowing through the air, making deliberate strides. There was no music, but she danced on, hoping to mimic what she remembered and satisfy Pembroke’s expectations.

Sophie sucked hard, hoping it would make Pembroke happier with the performance of Darya.

The minutes dragged on, and Darya found herself repeating the same movements again and again, desperately trying to think of something novel to impress Pembroke.

Her anxiety grew as she wondered if he would be satisfied. She saw Pembroke’s face, with his mouth agape, seemingly in pleasure from the blowjob he was receiving from Sophie. Darya couldn’t help but wonder if he was even paying attention to her dance at all. She raised her skirt and swished it around, and flashed her panties at him as if to seek approval.

“Don’t act like a whore, darling, that was a nice pleasant dance, in a nice dress, do not act like a whore flashing your knickers at me!”

The reprimand stung, leaving Darya feeling confused and humiliated. She quickly lowered her skirt, as she realized her mistake. The same moves, half-remembered, were repeated again and again in a seemingly endless cycle. With each repetition, she grew more bewildered, unsure of when she could stop.

Sophie felt his cock twitch in her mouth and a spurt of cum hit her tongue. She sucked his cock dry as Pembroke moaned. “Fuck, well done Sophie. God, you are amazing.”

Darya stopped and stared as Sophie got off him.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” Pembroke’s voice sliced through the air, commanding attention. “Sophie, get up and dance with Darya. Copy her moves, just keep dancing. And I don’t want to see any filth, understand? Just nice, clean, feminine dancing.”

The directive hung heavy over the two girls as they exchanged uncertain glances. Sophie rose hesitantly, joining Darya in the dance, their movements now measured and cautious, devoid of any spontaneity. Under his watchful gaze, they danced on, striving to adhere to his strict standards, their discomfort palpable.

After what seemed like hours, he stopped them.

“OK, now I want to see some filth. Dance dirty now.”

“How do you mean, daddy?” asked Sophie innocently.

“Do you need me to spell it out?” Pembroke barked. “Dance sexy, do it!”

The two girls exchanged weary glances before complying with Pembroke’s demand. They swung their hips more and swished their skirts, attempting to infuse some energy into their movements. Sophie started to twerk, though her nervousness was palpable.

“Ha! Terrible performance. Okay, you girls kiss each other,” Pembroke declared.

Relieved for a break from the dancing, Sophie and Darya embraced each other and kissed forcefully. However, there was no passion or desire in the kiss, only a sense of obligation and discomfort.

Pembroke slowly got to his feet. “Okay, why don’t you dance with me?” he suggested with a grin.

The old, overweight man clad only in a thong joined the two well-dressed girls in their dance. Even after all these years underground, the absurdity of the disgusting spectacle weighed heavily on them as they tried to continue ‘partying’ to silence. Meanwhile, Pembroke seemed to be having the time of his life, revelling in the bizarre scenario he had orchestrated.

Pembroke grabbed Darya and began snogging her passionately, running his hands all over her pretty dress. Sophie stopped and looked at them. She was pleased to see Darya respond and kiss back.

“Hmm, Darya, come and join me on the bean bag. Sophie, you keep dancing,” Pembroke instructed with a sly grin.

Darya complied, joining Pembroke on the bean bag and indulging in more wine between their kisses. With each sip, her head grew lighter, the alcohol dulling her senses.

Meanwhile, Sophie continued to dance, though neither Pembroke nor Darya paid her much attention as they became engrossed kissing each other.

Darya felt her heart rate shoot up. The wine made this more bearable but ... she still had the feeling that she had to do something. She could not just ‘get through’ another disgusting sex session with his man.

Pembroke broke off the kiss. “OK Darya, sit on that chair, and Sophie, you give her a lap dance.”

The sordid spectacle continued. Sophie brushed against Darya, staring into her eyes, as if to say ‘I love you’ She wanted Darya to get through it, to enjoy it like she could.

Darya enjoyed her friend but Pembroke’s gaze felt like a cancer. So did the sight of the cell walls, the bondage equipment, and the mocking posters. As Sophie danced in front of her, running her hand down her waist, she could see the smiling profile of her own sister, Leyla, behind her, on the wall, in a swimsuit with shorts over them. She wondered again if she had drowned in that outfit?

“OK girls, sit down again, let’s have a break.”

They both sat down and pointed their chairs towards the sprawling figure of Pembroke.

“Now, that was fun...”

Pembroke just sipped his wine in silence. Both girls were now sure he was bringing this atmosphere on deliberately.

“You are so pretty Darya, let me take a few photos.”

He took several snaps, including more videos of her dancing. “So nice! If it weren’t for all the sleazy stuff in the background, like that pornographic poster of your slut of a sister, then this would be nice family entertainment!”

“Daddy” Darya’s cheeks burned “my sister wasn’t a slut, she was working as a volunteer on a boat, that is why she is dressed like that.”

“Careful, Darya. It is your special day today, but you still never talk back to daddy.” Pembroke was feeling the wine now and was feeling in the mood for sick games.

“A pity about your mouth though, it really ruins your pretty face, that broken tooth”

Darya’s face flushed. The bastard had broken her tooth.

“But you know, Sophie has such lovely teeth,” Pembroke mused, his voice thick with malice. “Perhaps we don’t need another mouth full of teeth. It would create quite the contrast, wouldn’t it? And who knows, it might even improve your oral skills. What do you say, Darya? Shall we remove your teeth?”

Darya struggled to find her voice amidst the terror. “I ... I want to keep my teeth...”

“Why?” Pembroke’s deadpan voice disregarded the gravity of the situation. “Why do you need your teeth? What difference would it make, anyway?”

“I need my teeth, you like them, I need to eat, to chew...”

“You can have mushed-up food, I like Sophie’s teeth. Yours are already broken, so why not go further? No, you are not selling it to me.” Pembroke’s voice dripped with sarcastic malice. “I fail to see why we can’t pluck a few teeth, just for the sake of curiosity. I wonder what it would look like, how the gums would feel against my cock. What compelling reason can you give me to let you keep yours?”

Pembroke greedily gulped some more wine. “Oh, unless, of course, you’re planning to impress people outside,” he added with a sneer. “Do you think you’ll ever get outside or escape from here?”

Darya couldn’t help but cringe at the sheer malevolence emanating from this man. But her fear was real. She was so tired. Three years. Three years and still she had to deal with this unrelenting bullying and horror.

“Daddy, I like my teeth. I think they may be useful, I promise,” Darya pleaded.

Pembroke let out a mocking laugh. “Pathetic, but fine. I’m no dentist, after all ... I’d hate to have to start pulling or drilling teeth,” he chuckled in a manic, unsettling manner.

“Come on, drink up girls.” He was tired of the subject.

Sophie drank and started to feel drunk. She was feeling so stressed. She could tell Darya was at the end of her tether and worried what she might say or do as she got more drunk.

“Sophie, take Darya out of that dress, and join me on the bed, I want both of you naked.”

Hours of sex followed. As Darya sat on Pembroke’s face, she felt his tongue inside her and looked at Sophie as she rode his cock, cowgirl style. As they locked eyes, they leaned in to kiss each other. Sophie grabbed Darya by the head and stared into her eyes as their noses touched, and Pembroke penetrated them both below with mouth and cock. “I love you” whispered Sophie, as if to implore her friend to get the will to stay alive.

After some time, all three bodies were intertwined, a mess of sex and bodily fluid on the bed, with the wine being finished. Sophie lay across Pembroke’s belly, and held on to Darya’s hand on his other side, looking at her. Darya was being cuddled aggressively, her head in his armpit. She looked at her sweet friend and thought that in three years, she would be like her. Perhaps she would be comforting and cajoling an even younger girl to satisfy this evil man’s urges.