Chapter 12

Lola continued sleeping, her soft blonde face glowing with innocence. Pembroke looked down as she lay on his chest, her little nose and mouth, blonde hair cascading gently around her, framing her elf-like features. He stroked her hair, afraid to wake her.Her small, tapered arms and legs sprawled over his large body, like a little doll nestled in a protective embrace.

Maybe she was dreaming of her mother, thought Pembroke. Or maybe she was gradually coming around to embracing being a submissive slave, if only subconsciously. Her nose whistled as she snored into his chest, and part of him wanted to believe this fantasy that this young teenage girl could be in love with her fifty five year old obese master. The bright pink noose around her neck attaching her to the bed, reminded him of the truth, however, as did the cages, and bondage devices further around the basement.

He gently lifted her off him, as one might lift a sleeping cat, and laid her down, spreading her legs out. He smiled, remembering why she might still be asleep. Yesterday, she had been ordered to clean the entire basement, making sure every inch was spotless. She had worked hard for hours, scrubbing away grime, sweat, blood, and other unspeakable bodily fluids.

Afterward, she had been suspended upside down by a rope hanging from the ceiling, just to satisfy Pembroke’s curiosity. He wanted to see how the female body responded to such a strained, unnatural position, the way it contorted and stretched. He explored every nook and cranny, focusing beneath her ribcage, watching as her body strained and stretched in ways it wasn’t meant to. He did enjoy being able to eat her in an inverted 69 her purple-red face, blood rushing to her head, struggled to suck his cock upside down.

Then, he had forced her to dance for him—for hours. Dressed only in a thong, she moved to the beats of RnB and reggaeton, her body struggling to find rhythm, trying her best to move as fluidly as a young white teenager might. All the while, Pembroke sat watching, eating his giant pizza, enjoying the sight of her sweating body.

And all of that, before the heavy lovemaking in bed. He smiled again at the memory, gazing down at his sleeping nymphet slave. He figured she deserved a reward, so he knelt at the foot of the bed and kissed up the insides of her silky legs until he reached her smooth pussy. Where weeks earlier it had been like a tight pink clam, now, after numerous fuckings, it had flowered, its labia peeling slightly outward and its warm hole visible and oozing juice while her hooded clit appeared as if to meet his tongue as he gently lapped at it.

His eyes just above her mons, he watched as she stirred and murmured, “Hmmmm,” her nose rubbing softly against her wrist. It looked utterly adorable to him.

Lola had been dreaming of her childhood, of hugging her mother on the beach while playing with sandcastles—those moments of safety and warmth before life had taken an unexpected turn. Before the split with her dad, before San Francisco, before being ... taken.

Her feelings of maternal warmth and love were mixed with lust and arousal, her mother’s face strangely intertwined with something deep within her loins. She opened her eyes, and reality settled in as she saw her master’s face between her legs, looking at her, licking her, as far from her mother’s face as could be.

But she could not disguise the feelings his tongue gave her, and she smiled and kept his gaze as she moaned, pulled at her hair, and came into his mouth.

“Hmmm my little girl is becoming a woman” Pembroke brought his mouth up over her stomach, nipples and to her mouth, and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices.

Later, as Lola was on her hands and knees eating her breakfast, Pembroke informed her about the developments with her mother, gently stroking her back as if comforting a cat.

“So you see, I think, by a fortunate twist, your mother might actually be becoming a suspect in your disappearance. She’s really doing my work for me, though I can’t help but laugh at how stupid she’s being. I almost feel like leaving her outside—her foolish actions are helping me more than she knows!” He chuckled. “But I don’t want to overplay my hand. I think the time has finally come when I can wait no longer.”

He stroked Lola’s face as she chewed on the mashed potatoes and meat.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have,” he said softly. “You are a very good slave now. I think you will only get better in the years to come. If your mother is down here, there will be pleadings, there will be screams, and there will be pleas from her to you. You’re going to have to learn to ignore your mother when she tries to tell you to disobey me. You’re going to have to help me discipline her. Ultimately, you will be helping her as much as you help me.”

He walked over to the whip section and brought out a bamboo cane he had not used on Lola. He swished it through the air and tapped her upturned rump with it.

“It may be that I have to discipline you, because your mother has turned you against me,” he said. “It’s only natural you love your mother. It may also be that I have to discipline you, just to punish your mother, to make her feel bad and fall in line. It’s going to be tough, Lola.”

Lola tried to stay calm, now licking the edges of the bowl to scoop up any last bits of mush. She knew she had little option, but she focused on thinking of anything she could do—whether it was helping her mother or finding a way to throw him off, to make him make a mistake.

“And of course, Lola, there will be things that, to you, will seem unpleasant at first—and certainly unnatural. For your mother, it will drive her out of her mind,” Pembroke chuckled. He used his remote to turn on the screen and navigated to a movie.

“Let’s have a look at this for a few moments,” he said, coming behind her. She raised her back as she continued to kneel, her bottom resting on her ankles, her back straight and her head at his crotch height. He positioned himself behind her, gently turning her to face the screen. With his cock resting on the top of her head, he massaged her neck and shoulders as they both watched the screen.

The movie was an old 1990s film, grainy and clearly Russian. The setting was a nondescript apartment, far from glamorous. The camera focused on a young girl, around the same age as Lola. She had lank brown hair and a painfully thin frame. Though beautiful, her expression was sad, weary, and distressed. Speaking in Russian, she seemed to be arguing with someone off-screen, her eyes darting nervously. A harsh male voice, speaking in Russian, seemed to silence her, forcing her to back down.

She was wearing a turtleneck sweater and jeans. After a brief pause and a plaintive sigh, she began to remove her clothes. It wasn’t erotic in the slightest—her body was skeletal. Soon, she was naked, her expression blank as she looked back at the camera, shrugging her shoulders.

“She has the same wonderful figure as you” Pembroke cooed down at Lola’s blonde head, his cock growing hard and digging into the back of her skull now. Lola felt an affinity for this girl, not just her young slim figure, she was obviously being forced to do whatever it was they wanted.

Into the frame came a voluptuous Russian woman, louder and more confident, even angry. She wore a mini dress and stockings, appearing to be in her forties, with short hair, garish makeup, and a face that seemed older than her years. She babbled back at the men, as if complaining about something, then turned to the girl opposite her, dismissing her with a glance. The woman argued back at the men, raising her voice, until a booming command silenced her. She spat a comment back, then, in Russian, turned to the girl, grabbed her face, and began pointing at her, issuing sharp commands.

The girl lowered her face, repeating “da” (yes) in Russian, her voice quivering as if she were about to cry. Suddenly, the woman slapped her.

Pembroke gripped Lola’s neck tighter at the violent turn the movie was taking. Lola watched in morbid fascination. The woman in the movie pushed back the girl’s hair, smiled at her, and spoke in a gentler yet authoritative tone. Then, she leaned in and kissed her. When the girl didn’t respond, the woman broke away, lectured her again with a pointed finger, and then kissed her once more.

This time, the girl responded a little more, hugging the woman back as the woman’s hands roamed over her. The woman knelt, her face pressing against the girl’s stomach, then lower. The girl glanced at the camera, her expression filled with desperation, and suddenly began pleading, begging.

The movie suddenly cut, then jumped. Now the older woman was naked, wearing only stockings. The girl stood in the same position as before, but this time, her eyes were red and shining, and there was a visible mark below her eye.

“Hehe,” Pembroke chuckled, tugging at Lola’s hair. “Hardly Hollywood, but I do wish they had left that in. I think we can both guess the young lady needed some encouragement off camera.”

The girl now stayed silent as the woman, her face now like granite, kissed her again, then pulled the girl’s face down to her exposed breasts, offering them to her mouth, while periodically looking back and around the camera for approval.

Lola watched with horror as the woman pushed the girl’s face lower, between her legs, raising one of her legs onto a table, so the girl’s face was now between her legs. It was pornographic but completely unerotic, as in this position both the girl and woman looked back at the camera, the woman seemingly complaining, with voices coming back giving direction. The girl looked at the figures behind the camera, her meek, sad face silent, her hands by her side as she knelt. Then she looked up at the woman, who spoke down to her, barking a command.

The girl stuck her tongue out as far as she could, obscenely, as it seemed she was almost just tickling the very tip of the woman’s vagina, her eyes casting back to the camera. More voices, and the woman shouted down at her, ordering her to look at her, then gesturing with her own tongue, licking the air angrily as if to coax her. The girl licked the woman’s vagina harder, her eyes now fixed upwards at the woman, who kept giving commands and suddenly grabbed the back of the girl’s head and pulled her in between her legs, cursing.