Chapter 9

Pembroke spent the next week updating the basement. He had thought of turning it into a gym or a wine cellar, something that might increase the resale value of the house. Or even something for socializing given its soundproof nature. He would have to get rid of the barred cell in the corner though, as well as the heavy steel door with a caged outer door as it would look too suspicious.

He spent his evenings walking now that days were longer, but following a few days of rain, he stayed in and ended up online again. He tried staying off pornography but it didn’t last. In fact, he went back to chatting with Sophie. He explained his absence by saying he thought he had found a girlfriend and did not want to speak to Sophie while in the early stages. But now it was over with his new Korean girlfriend, he was lonely and sad.

Sophie loved this, a sensitive boy who did want to hurt her feelings nor cheat on a new girl, but who also missed her. Pembroke was fortunate that the idol Luke was based on was so busy on social media that he had many more photos to share, and that Sophie was too stupid to realise that these were of a minor Korean celebrity.

Sophie had not had a pleasant week so far. Neil had taken her out again to the cinema. He had been a perfect gentleman to this point but was getting frustrated. During the movie, he moved his hand from her shoulder, then to her knee. Sophie felt uncomfortable and wished she had worn jeans instead of the denim skirt she had on. He gradually moved his hand up her thigh. Sophie’s heart rate went through the roof, she saw people around her but none of them noticed anything. She could not scream in the middle of a movie, could she?

Eventually, she gathered the courage to take his hand off her legs. But he soon put it back on, this time moving more quickly. Sophie jumped out of her seat when his hands got to within millimetres of her crotch. She pulled her skirt down, and placed her hands between her legs but did not make a fuss.

After the movie, Neil acted like nothing had happened. He offered to take her to a late night cafe, but Sophie just wanted to go home. Neil started to get angry. “Come on, I’ve paid for the last few dates, I haven’t’ got anything in return.” He suddenly pinned her against the wall. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

“Neil! You’re hurting me, look I like you, I’m just not ready yet...”

“Not ready to kiss me? You’re not a fucking child. Come on!”

Sophie became terrified of his wolfish grin which was now right in her face, she wiggled out of his embrace and tried to walk away. Neil called after her, but she broke into a sprint. She ran straight home into her bedroom and started to cry. The masculine strength of his embrace and how he towered over her had petrified her.

Pembroke was able to console her as Luke. He told her that true love took time, that a couple should be able to talk and hold hands for hours without doing anything too physical. He only wished he was not thousands of miles away to get to know her better. It was better this way, that she did not see him, because he did not want her to waste her time in falling in love with him. Of course, this only made Sophie fall in love with Luke even more.

At school, Neil split up with her. Sophie was devastated although also relieved. Jealous girls spread a rumour that she had desperately tried to come on to Neil and get him to finger her while she was on her period. He had been disgusted and broke it off with her after getting blood on his fingers.

Sophie was embarrassed by the rumours and angrily denied them. “So you weren’t on your period then? Why was he so disgusted then was that your normal smell” a girl had challenged her in class. “Do you not get periods then?” asked another. Sophie was faced with howls of laughter and derision. The boys pitied her but their physical attraction to her overcame a natural sense of empathy. When she hung out with them, it was never long before one would ask her later to send a naked photo by text.

The teachers did not like her, she thought. She was a daydreamer and was often caught out staring out the window by teachers and never did well at tests. Some thought she was too stuck up for her class, others even thought she was bullying others because so often they found her shouting and pushing at the other girls, when really it was self defence.

Her mother was now a full blown alcoholic. In one scary night, she had brought home a large man named Isaiah. Isaiah had looked at Sophie with lust, and later come in to the kitchen while Sophie was making tea, wearing nothing but underpants. His glistening black skin and rippling muscles were intimidating, but it was the huge bulge in his pants which made Sophie’s eyes leap out.

“You got your mama’s eyes and her hair, you gonna be really nice soon. Maybe me and you could go on a date some night when your mama goes to sleep eh? I bet those boys cannot make you feel like I could.”

Sophie made her excuses and left and locked her bedroom door. One night, she heard her mother scream, and the sound of broken furniture and objects being thrown around. “Fucking bitch” was all Isaiah would say, while her mother accused him of sleeping with other women. Sophie heard a loud slap which shut her mother up. Then Isaiah went out to the hallway. She heard him stop outside her door, and heard him breathing heavily. She whimpered, gathering up the bedclothes in her hand around her. She saw the shadows of his feet under the door. Silence. Then after what seemed forever, he left and slammed the front door behind him.

Pembroke had stopped obsessing over different girls and no longer tried to catch them out. He had slept with three women after blackmailing them, the last one Afshan, and realised it was no longer worth the risk, especially as the anticipation was now more of going to prison than having a good time.

Chatting with Sophie occasionally, and doing up other elements of his basement kept him busy along with looking after his mother. He was content to watch Sophie sometimes in her underwear as the heaviest he would go.

However, the warming weather turned his mind in other ways. The girls started wearing only blouses and their skirts got shorter. One day, Pembroke was approached and asked to accompany the pupils to a weekend day trip, to a water slide. Pembroke baulked at the idea, publicly he knew he should, but he also wanted to have as little interaction with his pupils as possible. He desperately tried to get out of it, but other teachers could not make it and so he found himself on a bus with chatty and excitable pupils one Saturday morning.

Ironically, the weather was damp and miserable for once. Yet Pembroke had to endure the sight of teenage girls in swimsuits and some in bikinis, giggling and running around. He was legally obliged to keep an eye on them all, something which many men would have paid good money to do. He tried desperately to keep calm and not ogle them. However, the memory of the pert bottoms in clinging wet skimpy bikinis, the droplets of water falling down the tanned smooth slim thighs and calfs, the flat stomachs and bejewelled belly buttons and nipples protruding from breasts fighting to get out of tight swimsuits. He thought he composed himself well. But for the rest of the weekend he was lost in a frenzy of masturbation to the memory and then into the porn.

He revisited some blackmail videos. One of the girls at the swim park was Chloe Marshall, a fifteen year old blonde beauty with a figure that belonged on a catwalk. Pembroke could not get her out of his head and matched her with a previous victim of his, a Brianne Werner, from California. He recalled how he had blackmailed her with the nude selfies and threatened her. He watched the video again of her “confession” he made her tape, to get her images and videos back.

Brianne was naked, sitting on her bed in front of her computer facing into the webcam. She had the submissive pose of being on her knees, on her honkers with her hands on her thighs and her bum on her heels. She was sitting up and trying to recite into the camera, despite breaking off to cover her face with her hands, to cry, and to wipe tears from her eyes, and to plead. Eventually Pembroke had got what he wanted out of her.

“My name is Brianne Werner my date of birth is the 13th of August 1994 in Orange County California. Here is my passport. “She paused and held her passport to the camera. “ My parents are Olaf and Sarah Werner. Mr father works for KSA engineering where is a production manager. My mother is a school teacher at Lake Heights high school. My social security number is...”

Pembroke smiled at the memory of the humiliation. He had eventually agreed to take her naked selfies and videos from the website he created, but knew that it was too late and that her friends and family would have saved them. It was another testament to the longetivity of the internet that he was able to find her again online, the same videos and photos.

He struggled to keep up the conversations with Sophie now. He desperately wanted to turn them sexual and would often masturbate then have to stop to concentrate on what life was like in Soeul to keep up his pretence.

He cursed that swimming park day out. He could barely look at his pupils anymore, having seen them near naked he felt like he should be allowed to just masturbate to them in class, looking at them now was like looking at pornography. Not for the first time, he wondered what life had been like decades ago when teachers had been allowed to spank pupils which was all he wanted to do sometimes.

Work continued on his basement. It was uiltarian, installing toilets and showers, redoing the floor and rewiring the place. He took out the cell after realising it was easily broken anyway. He looked online to find a silence of the lambs style cell with clear glass doors. It was a lot more secure but more expensive and complex.

He thought again about the fantasy about slave ownership. The summer heat and the general horniness in the air won out and he got over his Rosermary mishap. It was a valuable lesson he thought, one that he was lucky to get without major consequence.

Other than Sophie he could not think of any anyone else. Local pupils were off limits, and of his backmail victims, they were either too far away or he did not have much inclination towards them. He liked having sex with Afshan for half an hour but did not fancy a lifetime of having her here. He needed a girl who he would “grow old with” and who could deal with living as a prisoner and not cause him much trouble. He doubted there would be any volunteers, as he looked at his paunch and ugly huge body in the mirror, so it was as well as the chosen girl would not be asked their opinion on the matter.

He thought that perhaps he should try and meet Sophie in person, and interact with her and follow her. It should not be too difficult, all he wanted to do was follow her around and see her in the flesh, how she acted and reacted. Maybe, even smell her if he could get close.

From his conversations as Luke, he picked the right time which would be a Saturday. Sophie was going to be playing a school hockey match. From there, she said, she wanted to go see a music festival in Stratford in east London and get a new skirt there before going home.

Pembroke was able to find the location of her school hockey match and arrived down in London to watch and was pleasantly surprised to see a lot of people which made him seem less conspicuous. He had a specially fitted camera attached to a shoulder bag, which he would turn with the bag to capture different angles. He bristled when he first saw Sophie come out, slightly apart from the others, like a loner. She was a vision, her long golden red/ginger hair tied in a pony tail, her blue eyes shining in the sun. The black and white top and skirt allowed her to show her legs well, and as she played on the left wing, Pembroke was able to get good footage of her running up and down.

He noted she was far from a good player. She was easily pushed off the ball, and often lost the ball. Other girls shouted at her and the coach, a stern tall blonde woman built like an East German shot putter, berated her for not covering and not passing accurately or controlling the ball. Sophie was trying but was obviously not enjoying herself. Pembroke discreetly moved to the other side of the pitch for the second half and again got close to Sophie as she played on that wing. On one occasion, a girl pushed her as they battled for the ball, Sophie tripped over her own stick, and tumbled on the ground and landed face down just a metre from where Pembroke stood. Pembroke could see she was wearing black sports shorts under her skirt.

“Get up Sophie, come on!” the coach shouted at her. Sophie had her head down, she looked disappointed in herself. Shortly afterwards she was replaced. Pembroke saw her sitting on the other side of the pitch but thought it too obvious to go back across to be close to her.

The final whistle blew, Sophie’s team had lost and he watched her trudge off. He knew she did not like hockey but was forced to play and been put in the team and so could not just quit. She had said to Luke that she could not understand her inclusion. Pembroke suspected he knew, the butch, blonde, burly coach kept eying her while she sat on the bench and consoled her by putting he hand on her knee. Sophie seemed oblivious, but Pembroke smiled. He understood the hockey coach, she obviously fancied Sophie like he did.

Pembroke left soon after, and fathered his things making sure to put his camera away properly. He went to Stratford for the event which was open air, and was a bit shocked when he saw how many people there were. He was dismayed that he would not find Sophie or that she would not come.