Chapter 6

“Please, no. I’m so tired. I just want to sleep,” Jess’s voice was barely more than a whisper, weighed down by exhaustion.

“Now, now, darling,” Mrs. Parker’s eyes sparkled with a chilling brightness as she stood at the door of the large cell that held the complex’s female captives. “You’ve been chosen,” she said with a playful curl of her finger, beckoning Jess forward.

“I’ll fall asleep, I...”

“Jess,” a gentle voice interrupted her. The brunette beside her, Charis, placed a comforting hand on Jess’s shoulder.

All the girls in the cell were naked, their spirits crushed after weeks or months of degradation. They had endured so much, and now they sympathized with Jess Soniya, the newest among them.

“Jess,” Charis whispered again, her touch soft but insistent. She was the Spanish girl Jess had been forced into humiliating acts with—hours spent in degrading positions, licking and touching assholes, feet, belly buttons, armpits, necks pussies, It was all meant to break them, to strip away their dignity. Yet, somehow, a fragile, platonic bond had formed between them, a tiny piece of humanity clinging on.

“You should go. Just get through it,” Charis urged, her voice filled with sympathy.

“Okay,” Jess mumbled, her body moving sluggishly as she forced herself to stand.

“Make sure you’re clean, Jess. This is the Master,” Mrs. Parker chimed in, her tone disturbingly upbeat. Her tight red dress clung to her ample figure, a stark contrast to the naked, subdued girls who dared not meet her gaze.

“Here, let me help you,” Mrs. Parker cooed as she guided the weary Jess to the shower. Her hands were disturbingly tender as she soaped up Jess’s frail body. With an unsettling efficiency, she inserted the dildo-shaped showerhead into Jess, rinsing out the contents into the drain as if it were a routine chore.

When she was done, Mrs. Parker dried Jess off with a motherly care, brushing her teeth as though preparing a child for bed. “You must be clean for the Master!” she exclaimed with an enthusiasm that felt horribly out of place.

Finally, Mrs. Parker took Jess’s hand, leading her out of the cell, through the hall, and toward Edward Pembroke’s bedroom.

As Mrs. Parker knocked on the door, a voice called out, “It’s open.” She pushed the door open and stepped inside, her hand firmly guiding Jess forward by the small of her back. Jess, already weary and on edge, jolted at the disturbing sight that greeted her—a sight that was horrifying even after the harrowing week she had endured here.

Edward Pembroke lay sprawled on the bed, completely naked, the sheets pushed down to his feet. His legs were spread wide, revealing the full extent of his depravity. He was grinning at them, his eyes locked on Jess with a predatory hunger. One hand was slowly stroking his large, rock-hard cock, the purple head bulging at the tip as he pleasured himself. Below, his hairy balls jostled with each movement. His broad, muscular body was matted with hair, adding to the grotesque display. Pembroke’s brown eyes remained fixed on Jess, his smile widening as he ogled her like a piece of meat ready to be devoured.

“You stay Mrs Parker, I think young Jess here might need a guiding hand.”

Mrs. Parker’s eyes lit up with delight. She adored girls like Jess, and she worshipped her Master, so this was an ideal scenario for her. “Why don’t you play with her a little while and get her warmed up?” Pembroke suggested, his voice dripping with anticipation.

“Yes, Master,” Mrs. Parker eagerly replied. She ran her hands through Jess’s hair, turning the girl to face her. With a firm grip on Jess’s buttocks, she pulled her close, their bodies swaying together. Pembroke watched, his hand lazily stroking his cock as the erotic scene unfolded before him. The older blonde woman pressed her lips against Jess’s, her ample breasts pressing into Jess’s smaller chest. Her hands roamed over Jess’s body, exploring every inch, guiding Jess’s hands to her own backside and then to her breasts, coaxing her to participate in the twisted display of affection.

“Now, both of you, come and suck my cock,” Pembroke commanded, his voice filled with lust. “Mrs. Parker, teach her what to do. I’m sure she’s had some training.”

“Come on, sweetie, get your face between Master’s legs,” Mrs. Parker whispered, pushing Jess onto the bed. Both women lowered their faces to his balls. “I’ll lick this ball like this,” Mrs. Parker demonstrated, her pink tongue darting out to lick his hairy sac. “You follow what I do with the other one, okay?”

Jess hesitantly mimicked the blonde woman, her tongue tentatively licking the other side. Occasionally, Mrs. Parker’s tongue would stray into Jess’s mouth for a quick, teasing kiss. “Now, Jess, do this,” Mrs. Parker instructed as she moved her tongue lower, sliding down to Pembroke’s asshole, his legs spreading wider to grant her access.

Jess had been forced to lick the other girls’ asses over the past few days, and though this was hairier and more repulsive, she knew what to do. The thought of it would have made her retch a week ago, but now she was too numb, too broken to resist. She brought her tongue to the dark star and circled it as Mrs. Parker held her hair back, guiding her.

“Now, darling, take this and put it down your throat,” Mrs. Parker said, holding up Pembroke’s cock, a thick, eight-inch slab of hard flesh. Pembroke leaned back, his hands behind his head, watching with pleasure as Jess’s tongue lavished attention on the swollen head before she plunged her mouth down his length, struggling to reach the base where his pubic hair curled.

“Good girl,” the older woman said as she pulled Jess’s head off, then eagerly took Pembroke’s cock into her own mouth, sucking impatiently. She greedily gagged as she took him deep, all the way down to the base, while Pembroke writhed in ecstasy.

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“Jess, come sit on my face,” Pembroke commanded, waving his hand and licking his lips. Jess hesitated for a moment before moving up. She squatted down carefully, trying not to put too much weight on his face, though her slender body was unlikely to squash him. Despite Pembroke lying beneath her, it was Jess who felt vulnerable. Her most intimate areas were exposed and splayed open, and as his stubbly chin rubbed against the tender flesh between her legs, his tongue and hot breath invaded her, penetrating both holes with a sensation that seemed to travel up through her entire body like a scalding steam. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

She breathed heavily, her body writhing and gyrating as the sensations built inside her, his wet, hot tongue moving violently inside her. The intensity of the feeling grew as she glanced over at Mrs. Parker, who was still sucking Pembroke’s cock, her blue eyes gazing up at Jess with pride.

Pembroke slowly bent Jess over without saying anything or taking his mouth off her pussy, showing he wanted her to suck his cock in a 69. Mrs. Parker recognized it, took her mouth off, held Jess’s hair, and guided both Pembroke’s cock and Jess’s face so she could suck on it, gently pushing her head up and down the cock she held at the base.

Jess found it hard to concentrate on sucking the large organ, despite the training on dildos she had undergone all week. The attentions on her pussy from Pembroke’s talented tongue were torturing her.

“Get her onto my cock now, Mrs. Parker—cowgirl style,” Pembroke said, slapping her ass and giving her pussy a final smacking kiss.

Mrs. Parker held Pembroke’s manhood like a totem pole pointing up and assisted Jess in straddling it. “Down you go, baby girl,” she eased her downwards so that her pussy lips met the cock. “Further down, down.”

Jess sighed and grunted, clenching her teeth as she tried to take the thick cock inside her as it invaded more and more of her insides. The friction of her vaginal walls burned her, and her cervix seemed to breach as Mrs. Parker pulled and pushed her down while playing with her clit in an effort to stimulate her and make her wetter and looser.

Soon, Jess was bouncing up and down, with Pembroke’s arms under her, forcing her to move, and Mrs. Parker also helping. Finally, Pembroke came inside her with a moan. As he pulled out, he said, “Clean her innards and share it with her.” Mrs. Parker understood the assignment and brought her lips to the girl’s gaping hole, sucking out and fishing with her tongue among the sticky folds until she tasted the salty cum of the Master. She then held it in her mouth, went to Jess’s mouth, and French kissed her, sharing the cum with her, licking her tongue as Pembroke enjoyed the sight of the two females sharing the white sticky goo in strands between their dancing tongues.

“Amazing, such progress from such an innocent girl,” beamed Pembroke. “How is her anal progress, Mrs. Parker?”

“She has had plenty of practice, Master,” replied Mrs. Parker, stroking Jess’s face. “She should be able to take your cock in her ass with no problem. Perhaps I can prepare her first?”

“Yes, do. In the meantime, come and kiss me, Jess.”

Jess knew better than to resist. She crawled over the lounging Pembroke and lay on top of him, her legs spread over his lower body, as she brought her lips to his. His masculine, stubbly face burned against hers, his large mouth enveloping hers. His tongue was just as powerful in her mouth as it had been in her pussy, exploring and stroking her as his hands roamed over her body.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Parker had parted Jess’s cheeks and pushed a finger tentatively at the little pink star above her slit, pleased to see it easily sink in. She brought her tongue to the area, licking around it, spitting on it, and then forcing two fingers inside Jess, causing her to moan and squirm, though she knew it was for the best.

Pembroke suddenly leapt up, slapped Jess on the ass, and got her up on her knees, on all fours. He pointed his cock like a rocket against her pussy, fucking her for a few moments before pulling out and pressing it against her asshole.

“Mrs. Parker, make yourself useful—lick my ass while I fuck hers.” Mrs. Parker eagerly gripped her Master’s strong buttocks, parted them, and brought her long tongue against his asshole, forcing and stabbing into it as he began pushing back and forth against her face while his cock entered Jess’s ass.

“AAAaagh,” Jess cried out as her insides felt like they were on fire, the friction seemingly igniting flames inside her as his cock violently fucked her rectum.

Mrs. Parker kept her face in his sweaty asscrack, using the force of his thrusts to let her tongue disappear inside his ringpiece, giving him pleasure and perhaps making him cum faster in poor Jess’s tortured bottom. Finally, with a roar, he shook as he climaxed. He fell off them, and Mrs. Parker immediately knew what to do. She brought her lips to Jess’s bumhole, sucking out more cum and sharing it with Jess as she kissed her, both grateful now for the enema she had given her earlier.

“Excellent, well done, Jess,” Pembroke said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Mrs. Parker, you may go. Jess will spend the night with me.” Mrs. Parker felt a twinge of jealousy as she smiled at Jess before leaving, still proud of how well the new girl had performed.

Pembroke soon drifted off to sleep, content with Jess nestled in his powerful arms, her face resting against his hairy chest. Jess, however, remained awake, too afraid to move. The scent of her Master was a constant reminder of his dominance and control. Despite the fear and the awareness of his evil and brutality, she couldn’t ignore a faint, unsettling attraction to his strength and power. As she slowly succumbed to sleep, part of her wondered if she might find herself wanting to spend more nights in the arms of the man who had murdered her mother and ruined her life.

Konrad Fischer lurked behind his steering wheel, his large glasses concealing the cold intent in his eyes, as he slowly drove around the perimeter of St. Hildreds School. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he finally caught sight of his target, Alice Cater, among her friends on the playing fields. Alice, with her long blonde hair flowing behind her, stood out easily in the group. She wore the school’s distinctive uniform: a plaid mauve skirt, a matching mauve cardigan, a white blouse with a purple tie, white socks, and black shoes. Her laughter rang out as she skipped and played with her friends, completely unaware of the sinister gaze fixed upon her.

Fischer had hacked into the school’s system and uncovered her timetable, allowing him to know exactly where she would be at any given time of the day. But the school’s security was so tight that this was the only time he could even catch a glimpse of her.

As he watched her, Fischer sighed, pulling out his notebook. He meticulously noted down all the cameras he had spotted, the fences that surrounded the school, and the people milling about outside.

He sighed unhappily. The school was a dead end. A convicted sex offender back in Germany he knew he should not hang about a school for too long.

He admired from afar the golden tresses and honeyed limbs of Alice and her friends, hoping he would eventually get a chance to grab her. The closest he had come so far was watching her swimming. It had been awkward, a long middle-aged man watching teenage girls in swimsuits.

The memory of her in her tight blue swimsuit, how it hugged her figure, right up between her legs, displaying her hips, hip bones, white legs, and rib cage through the fabric, now returned to him. He began to take out his cock and masturbate at the vision of the schoolgirls a hundred yards away.

Suddenly, a car beeped. It was a false alarm; it was at something else. But Konrad quickly put his cock away. “Idiot,” he thought. He had access to so many helpless girls back at the complex, he should control himself. He was the group’s software genius and had long begged his boss to go out in the field to help kidnap the girls, something he had dreamt of doing. He did not want to mess this up, but with all the information he had gotten on Alice Carter, it seemed like a hopeless task.

Pembroke was back in England, worn out by an exhausting travel schedule. Along with Nadim, they had delivered Charis, confined in a box, to a Turkish energy magnate residing in the Dordogne, before making a detour to England. This time, his objective was clear: to return swiftly to the complex with the now empty box, soon to be filled with another target, Alice Carter.

Konrad had successfully attached a tracking device to Alice’s schoolbag strap when she briefly left it outside a shop. This allowed them to establish her routine, monitoring her movements with precision. Pembroke, Nadim, and Konrad now had a detailed plan to abduct her. Alice was scheduled to take a route through a park just after dark on her way to ballet. The operation was meticulously timed; Pembroke calculated that the window from the abduction to reaching the plane and taking off would be no more than ninety minutes. If executed correctly, the alarm wouldn’t be raised until they were already airborne.

“Mummy, this leotard is getting too small; my breasts are getting too big for it.”

“All the better—the judge will love it,” Victoria replied cheekily.

“Mummy, for God’s sake, this is the last week I’m wearing this, OK?” “Haha,” Victoria laughed, glancing at the darkness setting in. “I’ll pick you up after class. I don’t like you walking back so late.”

“Thanks,” Alice said. “It’s getting dark earlier now.”

“Yes, so hurry!” Victoria said, a bit concerned. She had spent the last half hour reading a report from a private detective she had hired to investigate the deaths of Fatima and Jess Soniya. Apparently, nothing suspicious had been found. It seemed far-fetched and extreme to think Julia would resort to murder, but Victoria couldn’t shake off the coincidence.

“Bye, Mummy.” Alice headed out with her backpack, dressed in tight black leggings and a fleece. As she walked, she became increasingly aware of how the leggings clung to her hips and bottom, accentuating every curve. Tugging at the hem of her fleece, she tried to cover herself, feeling self-conscious about how much the snug fabric revealed.

Alice trudged along the familiar path as darkness enveloped the park. The solitude pressed heavily on her, and she resolved that from now on, she would insist on a ride to and from her destination. She forced her mind to focus on routine, trying to steady her thoughts.

Ahead, a man was approaching from the opposite direction. Alice’s unease escalated; her senses sharpened as she heard footsteps behind her. Her breath quickened. She started to walk faster, but that only brought her closer to the man in front. Should she dart into the trees and leave the path? No, she told herself. Stay calm and keep moving...

At the same moment, Konrad and Dmitri moved stealthily towards Alice from either end of the park. Pembroke, behind the wheel of a rented van, gripped the steering wheel tightly. His eyes flicked to the small, bouncing figure of Alice—an inviting target. This mission was supposed to be straightforward, but a new complication emerged.

Pembroke’s attention was drawn to a new figure sprinting into the park. Grabbing his knife, he prepared for the worst. The silhouette was indistinct, but his instincts screamed for a change in plans. The mission was at risk.

Victoria had noticed that Alice had forgotten her phone and, fueled by paranoia, had grabbed it and dashed after her daughter. Horrified, she spotted the two men closing in on Alice, their intentions dark and menacing.

“Alice!” Victoria’s voice cut through the night. The men turned, their attention now divided. Dmitri’s eyes glinted with malice as he recognized Victoria. He decided the mother would be just as valuable as the daughter. He leered, stepping closer to Alice, while Konrad positioned himself between Victoria and her child.

“What are you creeps doing? Back off!” Victoria’s voice trembled with fury and desperation. “Get away from my daughter or I’ll call the police. HELP!”

Pembroke, hearing the commotion, knew he had to act. He emerged from the trees, clad in black sports gear that allowed him to blend in as a jogger rather than a kidnapper.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Pembroke’s authoritative tone cut through the tension.

Konrad and Dmitri glanced at each other, confused. Realizing the situation had escalated, they quickly retreated, heading back to the van, waiting for Pembroke’s signal.

Victoria’s relief was palpable. “Are you okay? What happened?” Pembroke asked, trying to comfort her.

Victoria burst into tears, her arms tightly around Alice. “Thank you, thank you! Those men—they seemed to know each other. I don’t know what they were planning!”