Chapter 7

Pembroke tried to concentrate the next day at class. Even the glimpses of panties between the legs of the cute schoolgirls in front of him could not distract him from what he needed to do.

Pembroke knew he could not keep blackmailing girls like this, much less meeting them for sex. Technology would catch up with him, and the FBI or UK police would eventually be able to detect and trace him. The last few years had been a golden era of entrapping young women but he knew they were coming to an end. There were more and more reports of perverts like him coming to a sticky end. Hidden cameras being found, traders of illegal pornography being caught, men caught meeting underage girls for sex, and stalkers being traced through emails and chatrooms.

He knew he was good at IT, but not that good. He would soon have to “retire.” Yet he knew that this skill of his had given him much pleasure, and pleasure of fellow degenerates on the wild west of the internet, as well as misery to the victims. It had also made him a lot of money but he knew he could not go back to being a high earner at his age, nor did he want or need to be.

He was fifty five. Too late for a family though that was never a realistic option for an autistic, anti social unattractive misfit like him. He would like companionship beyond the odd prostitute. Seeing beautiful girls every day in school kept him thinking of that dream, to own a slave to call his own.

So with Rosemary, he had already had fun. The question was, what to do next? While sex with Afshan had been exciting both in pleasure and the degradation it caused her, he wanted to keep someone. It seemed disproportionately dangerous to arrange a blackmailed sex meeting with Rosemary. Looking at the girls strolling out of the school, he longed to have such warm, firm flesh at hand whenever he wanted. He knew he would have to make his move soon, why not Rosemary?

He had one other serious option and that was Sophie. But he had yet to have any blackmail material on her. He was fond of her, which meant he both would feel bad about hurting her but also wanted to keep her, like a pet.

He would arrange another interview with Rosemary tonight to see if she was slave material. Both Sophie and Rosemary were young and gorgeous in different ways, but what he demanded on top of that was servility, obedience and a lack of self confidence. Rosemary had been caught off guard last night. Tonight he would test her again.

That evening, Roesmary got a text. “Another short interview tonight... 8pm let me know asap if you cannot make it. Again, can’t be recorded so don’t worry. However please have your body hair removed, including around your bumhole. Please have your bum clean as we will be repeating the exercises from last night. The associate who is to sleep with you will be present and wants to see you and has not been able to see last night’s performance. We also want to discuss your commitments to us until you sleep with him.”

She had hoped this was all a bad dream. She immediately felt sick, and had to run to a public restroom outside her work to retch. “Poor Rosemary, normally so bubbly, she is so under the weather today” her manager said, feeling sorry for her.

Rosemary had to cancel her date with her boyfriend and said she was sick. Her boyfriend Sam wanted to meet her still, but she insisted, eventually laughing and saying she had diarrhea to scare him off.

That evening, Rosemary made sure she was shaved, and cleaned herself inside and out. “Are you naked? Nothing, no underwear, fully naked. You must be this way when we start the interview.”

Rosemary sat on her bed, praying she would not be interrupted. Legs crossed, and hands over her breasts. The picture of the stern judge came on the screen along with the same robotic Americanised voice.

“Good girl Rosemary. Now please adjust yourself. Sit up in bed, on your knees, yes like that, now sit back so your bottom is on your ankles. Now have your back straight and palms on your thighs facing up. Excellent.”

Rosemary adopted this service position on her bed. She only wore headphones. She spoke quietly so as not to raise suspicion.

“You are very beautiful Rosemary. We would have loved to have used you for a few years for pornography. But having sex with our associate will clear the debt! Now, I want you to show me your body. Let me see you bend over and show me your pussy and your asshole.”

Rosemary felt excruciating shame but was at least glad this was (maybe?) not recorded. She was directed to stick her fingers deep inside her orifices and suck on them.

“Now Rosemary, tell me about Sam. Do you like to suck his cock?”

“Yes” she mumbled.

“Good, but I don’t think he will be happy if he sees that on the internet. His cock and face for all to see, imagine! What about when Sam is fucking you, describe in detail what you guys do together.”

Rosemary had to recount and give details and was pushed by Pembroke. She was asked again what smell she would describe her pussy, ass, skin and armpits were. She was directed to try and do a handstand and to try on her sluttiest underwear.

“Good girl. Now I want you to click this link. You remember this link?”

Rosemary remembered it. Clicking it last night had given her the fright of her life. She clicked on it, and it led to an error page.

“You see! Just like that! You are currently not online! Isnt that a relief! You can go to sleep tonight knowing that your material is no longer online. You are halfway through solving your predicament. All that remains is keeping to a schedule.

Rosemary refused to feel optimistic. What schedule was this psycho talking about?

You are going to meet our associate next week after your period. We will tell you the exact date at short notice so be prepared to cancel plans and work shifts. Until that date, every day we will have this interview where we will chat briefly, with you being naked. OK?” Now some days you might be busy or you might be seeing Sam. That’s OK! We want you to send me a selfie of you and Sam on that day. Doesn’t need to be sexual at all, as long as you are both in it! Oh, and keep that body hair shaved, we do not like it.”

Rosemary logged off. Had she signed her life over to these lowlifes, or was there a chink of light? All she knew was she could not tell her boyfriend and she could not tell her family. Could she tell the police?

Pembroke’s week was a whirlwind of activity, characterized by his unwavering commitment to transforming his basement. Despite the demands of caring for his mother and his responsibilities at the school, as well as the need to keep tabs on Rosemary, Pembroke poured his heart and soul into the project, determined to see it through to completion within the tight two-week timeframe. Every spare moment was dedicated to the renovation, with Pembroke immersing himself in the work with a single-minded focus.

Pembroke could not believe he was going to go through with this, but he enjoyed the building work. His excitement and passion were palpable as he meticulously planned, ordered materials, and got to work with his saw, eager to bring his vision to life. He knew it would not be complete, but his main goal was to secure the basement, install cameras and microphones to hear and transmit noise, have the door locked and have a further secure cell in the corner of the basement.