Chapter 15

The hours passed, and the Chapmans avoided each other’s gazes, both feeling defeated and humiliated in front of the other. The stress on their backs finally became too much, and they allowed their foreheads to rest gently against each other. Despite the gag, Lisa’s drawn face and tears left no question of the misery and pain she felt.

“Mommy ... I’m so sorry. He got me ... he ... he blackmailed me. He has these videos and photos of me ... I’m so sorry I never told you. It’s all my fault this happened to us,” Lola cried, finally breaking the silence. “Mommy, I want to die...” she whispered.

Lisa raised her tired eyes to meet her daughter’s, her pale blue gaze trying to convey something—anything—to the wet, glistening eyes of Lola.

“He is ... really mean, Mommy. Really ... horrible. I didn’t want to do those nasty things, honest! He just ... he gets so angry ... he’s like ... like the devil! Please, I just want out!”

Lisa hoped for the same, but had to admit to herself, she felt like she could never have the same relationship with Lola again, ever.

After what seemed like half day, Pembroke returned. “Now, ladies,” Pembroke said with a grin. “I’ve just been out in the fresh air, enjoying the outside. I was looking at all the lovely ladies, smiling and showing their wares so shamelessly. So many pretty girls out there! Not enough room in this basement, haha.”

He reached over and tickled Lola’s feet, causing her to squeak and shake inside the cage. The cage rattled and swung with her jerking movements as she squirmed helplessly.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he mocked. “The birds are singing, people are happy, living their dreams, the sun’s in the sky...” He chuckled darkly. “Of course, that’s not something you girls will know about. Not now, not ever.”

He looked at the floor beneath the cage and noticed with disgust that the girls had been forced to relieve themselves. The unpleasant mess lay scattered on the floor.

He untied Lola’s wrists, opened the cage door, and helped her out, holding her up by the waist like the fragile girl she was. He set her down gently, like a delicate pixie.

“Now Lola, I want you to clear up that mess on the ground. Use the toilet paper and the wipes.” Lola cleaned up the mess and flushed it down the toilet before wiping the floor clean.

“And now, you can clean your mother’s bottom through the cage bars,” he suggested. Lola did it as quickly as possible, like she imagined a nurse would, trying not to focus too much, while Lisa squirmed at being wiped clean by her own daughter. Her mind screamed in further disgust and humiliation at herself.

“Now Lola, clean yourself up, I will be down with your dinner presently.”

Lola cleaned herself up, not looking at the cage, at the forlorn figure within it, a curtain of blonde hair falling down Lisa’s face as if hiding her shame.

Pembroke returned with trays of food and drink and was now naked again and cheerful.

“Here, Lola, on your hands and knees. It’s time for your dinner—you’ve had a busy day.” As Lola crawled toward the tray, eating and drinking from it, Pembroke’s eyes went to Lisa. She wasn’t watching.

“Lisa! LISA!” Lisa finally turned to him.

“Watch how Lola eats. Slaves don’t eat with their hands—they eat with their mouths, like animals, off the ground. This is how you’ll be eating for the rest of your life. Pay attention.”

The sight of her daughter, naked, on her hands and knees eating food out of a dog bowl at the feet of a naked Edward Pembroke would have shocked her a day earlier. Now, it was par for the course.

She then had to endure the sight of Pembroke brushing Lola’s teeth, just as she had done until what seemed like just a few years ago.

“Now Lola, have a quick shower and change into these for me.” After showering, Lola stepped into a white, transparent mesh dress, paired with white cotton panties and knee-high white boots with three-inch heels. She tottered unevenly but was still dwarfed by Pembroke who remained over a head taller than her.

“Now, let’s get your mother out.” Pembroke untied Lisa’s wrists and heaved the heavier woman out by the waist, setting her down with less grace. Lisa rubbed her wrists and touched her face, her gag. She was relieved to finally massage it and try to pull the gag out of the back of her throat as much as she could.

“Lola, you should be able to look your mother in the eyes now, in those heels.” Pembroke raised an eyebrow with a smile at Lola. “Bring your mother to the shower, and clean her, and be sure to use the showerhead up her butt. I want that ass nice and clean.”

Lola had to concentrate too much on not falling over in her heels, grabbing the sides of the cell to stay upright while using the soap on Lisa’s skin, to focus on the embarrassment of having to clean her mother. Lisa tried to take the soap from her.

“No, Lisa, just raise your arms and spread your legs. Let Lola do the cleaning.” Pembroke enjoyed the sights of Lisa’s tits being rubbed up and down under Lola’s hands.

“And now, the showerhead up the ass, Lola, think of the things that are going to go inside here, and then go into your mouth” he chuckled “it’s for your own benefit to make sure your mother has a nice clean asshole.”

Lisa bent over and her stomach rippled and expanded with the water forced up inside her, and shut her eyes in relief as she expelled jets of water out of her onto the shower floor. Lola performed four enemas before the water that flowed out her mother’s ass became clear as tap water.

“Excellent, now, bring her out, on her back on the beanie bag, she is going to get fucked in the ass!” Pembroke slapped Lisa’s buttocks as she walked defeated to a new low.

Pembroke pushed her down, pleased at her lack of resistance. She began gagging and coughing, and did nothing to stop him lift her legs up and push them back so her ankles went over her ears. Her free arms just hung limply as her eyelids lay half closed.

“A cunt like you, walking into my office, I remember how you looked at me” Pembroke spat the words at her. “you would never have imagined you would have ended up here, with me fucking you up the ass!” he laughed manically as he guided his cock into her anus, winking after the repeated enemas.

“Lola! Make yourself useful! Get behind me, get your face between my ass cheeks and get your tongue on my asshole, don’t just stand there like a stupid dolly bird!” Lola snapped to attention and ran as quickly as her heels could carry her, before kneeling behind him and parting his large hairy ass cheeks, clenching and moving back and forth, trying to keep her lips steady and her tongue always touching against the wet hot hole she felt amidst the sweaty hairy valley of his ass.

Pembroke plunged his cock deep inside Lisa with each stroke, though he was a little frustrated by the lack of response from Lisa. The truth was Lisa’s pain in her asshole was balanced out by the gag in her mouth being knocked further down her throat with each shake of her head while her guts were being rearranged by Pembroke’s cock.

With a roar, Pembroke came into her ass. He withdrew, and without a word, grabbed Lola by the hair, and shoved his blood and slime covered cock into her mouth.

“Now, Lola, I want you to suck my cum out of your mother’s ass. I will be checking that ass for cum, so make sure you suck it all out or you will get a beating OK? Now, go!”

Pembroke let his breath catch up as he watched Lola plant her lips around the gaping asshole of her mother, as her hands kept her ass spread wide and her legs up. Lola was relieved Pembroke had cum, that usually meant some kind of break, and she had expected her mother’s asshole would be violated anyway. She just hoped that she had cleaned her well enough. She sucked hard, trying to seal her lips around the sphincter, feeling it expand and contract on her lips. Soon a stream of salty cum was flowing into her mouth. She used her fingers to explore inside and scoop out the last remnants of Pembroke’s anal rape of her mother.