Chapter 20

Weeks, or perhaps months, passed in the basement where the Chapmans were held captive. Pembroke kept them in the dark both literally and figuratively, distorting their sense of time by sleeping in erratic stretches or disappearing for days. The oppressive silence, dark walls, stale air became their reality.

No books were allowed, no media or notice of the outside world, just almost non-stop pornography or secret footage of themselves prior to their kidnappings, or homemade pornography of the Chapmans with, or sometimes without, Pembroke in it.

Pembroke had stockpiled basic supplies and antibiotics, but if illness struck, there would be no real help—he was no doctor, and any attempt at serious treatment might be as terrifying as their captivity itself.

“Mommy, do you think my tits are finally growing?” Lola asked her mother as they sat side by side on a bench in one of the larger cages. Lisa, her mother, was pulling long blonde hairs from her head and twisting them into little shapes out of sheer boredom.

“Lola!” said Lisa, exasperated. “I’m concentrating on this. Look, I’ve made a little bird’s nest out of my hair. Isn’t it lovely?”

Lola pushed the little swellings on her chest, her fingers travelling happily over the bulges, and she flicked her fingers against her hard nipples which were starting to get bigger and like her mother’s.

“Soon, I will have tits like yours, then hips like yours, I’m getting taller too.” Lola was wistful. “Maybe the master won’t like me as much then, my body is something he can’t get that easy outside, whereas you...” she playfully juggled Lisa’s tits.

“Lola!” Lisa scolded her. “You are growing Lola that is good, just, I don’t know ... always keep it in mind that ... well ... It might end some day.” Lisa said this with a hope that had become dimmer and dimmer.

“Why are you wasting time making bird’s nests, Mommy?” Lola asked as she stood up, stretching her legs. She clasped her hands behind her back, bent forward until her head hung between her knees, and stretched her arms out gracefully behind her.

Lisa looked up and tutted, only Lola’s bright baby blue thong was hiding her valuables between her butt cheeks. She returned to her task, legs crossed, in her white T shirt and more sensible purple panties.

“Mommy, I think we need to shave you again,” said Lola, bored. “It’s been how long since we’ve seen the master, a day maybe? Let me check your stubble.” Lola impulsively shot her arm down and tried to get her hand into Lisa’s panties.

“Lola, what the hell?” Lisa shouted as she stood up. “You ruined that nest I was making!”

“Mommy, I know you like getting punished, but I don’t!” said Lola indignantly.

“I most certainly do not, and I’m still smooth, so never mind me!” said Lisa, recrossing her legs tightly.

“Getting punished is the only way you can get the master to pay attention to you. You know I’m his favorite...” Lola stuck his tongue out at her, feeling the remains of the hole in it from the piercing some time ago.

“Oh, I’m so jealous,” said Lisa mockingly. “You must be so proud that the fat wheezebag wants you.”

“Don’t call him names, Mommy!” Lola said, her voice a mix of fear that he might notice and frustration at her mother insulting the man she had strange feelings for—feelings she hated to admit.

“So now it’s you who doesn’t want to be punished?” teased Lisa, slapping Lola on the butt playfully.

“Well, OK, no, I don’t want to be punished for being hairy...” said Lola.

“It’s lucky our master is so smooth, isn’t it?” mocked Lisa, laughing.

“I like his fur,” said Lola, giggling. “And his belly, I love how big and comfortable it’s gotten.”

“Lola are you being serious?” Lisa was no longer laughing; she knew about Stockholm syndrome but surely her daughter was not starting to find Edward Pembroke attractive?

“Sometimes...” Lola changed the subject. “Anyway mommy you keep avoiding my question. Let me feel you down there...” Lola ran her hand over her mother’s thigh.

“Fine,” relented Lisa, uncrossing her legs and putting her hands by her side.

Lola smiled slightly, and moved her hand over her mother’s flat stomach, toned from months of exercise, a strict diet, copious sex, and harsh physical punishment. She ran it under the panties and felt the abrasive stubble rub against her hand.

“Mommy! We need to shave you, come on, get your panties off!” Lola had stood up, pulling Lisa to her feet and tugging at her panties.

“All right Lola” Lisa smiled, “but be warned, I just got my period. Not that it should matter, unless you have more than shaving in mind...”

“Don’t worry mommy I’m used to it now” giggled Lola, slipping the panties from her mother’s feet. “Why don’t you just bend over and rest your elbows on the bench?”

Lisa coyly lowered her head, presenting her bare backside in all its glory. She arched her back and spread her legs, teasingly awaiting the touch of her daughter’s hungry mouth. As expected, she soon felt a warm tongue glide over her pussy lips.

“Ohhhhhh” Lisa sighed. “What happened to shaving?”

“Hmmm I’ll get around to it” laughed Lola. “Sorry mommy I’m just sooo horny right now” Lola’s cheeks grazed against her mother’s stubble as she munched on her pussy, exploring the familiar crevices and folds and enjoying the metallic taste of period blood as well her juices. Hours and hours of licking the master’s ass had made her much more open to accepting strange new bodily fluids.

Lisa could relate to her. Hours of nothing but he hot daughter with her, in skimpy underwear or naked, with porn blared at her all the time, had made her irresistible to her at times. She also did not want to admit that she sometimes craved Pembroke’s huge cock, and would often look at it longingly behind cage bars when her daughter was in his bed, monopolizing it inside her own holes.

“Hmmmm baby I think I need to check your stubble too” said Lisa. Lie on the ground, Lola, and we can 69.”

“Yes ... my favorite” Lola laughed and gave Lisa’s asshole a loud smacking kiss, then lay on the floor, pulling her thong off and spreading her legs. Lisa laughed too, her arousal overpowering, and moved on top of her, sucking and licking on her soaking wet pussy. “Oh, dear, Lola you really were horny!”

Upstairs, Pembroke was lounging on the sofa, watching the San Francisco 49ers play. It was the middle of the third quarter, and sex was far from his mind as he focused on the game, in fact he hadn’t even thought about his two sex slaves in his basement for hours. As he opened yet another beer, he noticed a notification on his watch saying “heart rate summary alert.” It was a code, to check his real notifications. Pembroke smiled, intrigued.

The notification was from his AI conversation summarizer which had been listening in real time and was trained to provide him urgent notifications where the conversation was interesting.

It had proven very useful. A few days ago, while he was miles away, enjoying ice cream on the beach, he received a notification. It alerted him that Lisa had just whispered to Lola, suggesting they try to open the cage door with their arms. He knew they couldn’t do it, but in real time, he activated a voice message over the loudspeaker, ordering them to stop. The sudden command shocked and terrified the girls, who had no idea their master was so far away, yet still had complete control over them. While licking his ice cream, perving over bikini clad girls, he was able to also check on his phone screen that the girls were both doing the 300 burpees he had ordered them to do as punishment.

This notification was rather more pleasing, the girls were indulging in a 69 with each other. He smiled, he would let them finish, and then go down and visit them.

Lola and Lisa were lying in each other’s arms, Lisa’s t shirt the only stitch on either of them, cuddling and kissing in the aftermath of their orgasms. Suddenly, the basement door creaked open, and in walked Pembroke, in a dirty t shirt and slacks.

“Morning, ladies,” he said with a friendly smile. It was actually evening, but he liked to mess with their heads a little. “Sorry, don’t mind me—just a quick inspection, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Hello, master,” both girls said, leaping up and standing with their arms by their sides respectfully.

“I just wanted to check—are you both smooth? Lola, can you confirm?” he asked casually.

Lola cursed to herself. She could not hide her own pussy, which had fine blonde hairs above her pussy, and her mother was even hairier.

“Sir, sorry, sir, we have a little bit of stubble. We were just about to shave each other when you walked in!” said Lola.

“Really?” Pembroke arched an eyebrow. “It seems you were busy doing something else.”

“Sorry sir, we can shave right now if you wish” said Lisa.

“I don’t recall asking you to open your mouth” he said to Lisa, casually, enjoying how her face went a little pale.

“Master, it’s my fault, I was about to shave mommy, when I got ... distracted...” said Lola nervously.

“But I just replayed the tape,” he said flatly. “Lisa, you told Lola you didn’t need to be shaved.”

So the bastard had been listening in and was now taunting her again. Lisa tried to stay calm, focusing on navigating to the least bad punishment. She remembered calling him a fat wheezebag and God knows what else ... Her knees suddenly felt weak.

“You’re right, sir. I was lazy. I thought I would have more time, and I was selfish. It’s my fault,” she lowered her head.

“Lola, tell me the punishment for your mother” asked Pembroke.

“Sir, can I suggest a punishment, and then ... perhaps you could use me as well?” asked Lola. Part of her wanted to offer herself, while another part wanted him.

“What is the punishment, Lola?” Pembroke asked.

“Five strokes on the bottom with a paddle?” asked Lola, hopefully.

“OK, because I had to interrupt something I was interested in to come down here and check, I’ll double it to ten. First, the two of you shave each other. You have five minutes, and if I find any hairs after that, I’ll add a paddling for each hair I find.”

Pembroke set his watch and returned upstairs, where he checked the score, and concluded he didn’t need to see the rest of the game. He grabbed a few more beers and brought them down to the basement.

The girls were furiously shaving at each other simultaneously, Lola digging at her mother’s crack with her razor. “One minute” said Pembroke as he cracked open his beer.

“Stop!” he shouted and the girls stopped. They were nervous, they barely had any time to check their bodies.

The girls were called out. Lola was ordered to count any stray hairs found on Lisa’s body and Lisa on Lola. “And if you get it wrong, then I will take the difference between your total and mine and add it to the total.”

Lola cringed as she ran her finger around her mother’s butthole finding five hairs and four more in her armpit. Lisa found three hairs along her daughter’s pussy lips.

“Master, we have twelve hairs.”

“OK, my turn now. Both of you spread your legs and raise your arms.” Pembroke then ran his hands all over their bodies, searching for stubble hairs.

Pembroke was very careful and slow, going up and down Lisa’s legs in columns, then prising her buttocks apart to open her crack out to the light. He ran his finger high and wide on her crotch to try and catch any others. Lisa shook as he ran his fingers along her armpits and then forearms.

“I got nine in total on Lisa” said Pembroke. “Now for you Lola”