Chapter 21

“Oh, look at me, I’m typing...! Haha!”

Lisa Chapman was dressed in a striking red mini skirt that barely reached past her hips, paired with black stockings, a red vest top, high heels, and glasses. Her hair was styled in a neat bun. She was playing the role of a stereotypical “dolly bird” in front of a battered old desktop computer and keyboard, which Pembroke had unearthed from his garage.

It was all part of Pembroke’s latest twisted movie idea—this time capturing the story of the kidnapping of both Lola and then Lisa. Lisa sat at a makeshift desk, her lips painted with bright lipstick, pretending to be a clueless office girl—typing awkwardly, feigning incompetence, and leaning into the exaggerated character.

Pembroke, beside the camera aimed at Lisa, was directing the scene. Pembroke was far from professional though. He lounged on his beanie-bag, wearing nothing but a flimsy thong. A half-empty beer bottle rested precariously in one hand while the other rummaged through a bag of candies and greasy chicken nuggets.

Lisa looked directly into the camera, as she removed her glasses with a slow, deliberate motion. “I’m actually a really stupid bitch! I only got this job because I sucked so many cocks and I wear short skirts to work!” She licked her lips, and then uncrossed her legs before crossing them again, exposing bright red panties under her ludicrously short skirt.

“Oops!” Lisa exclaimed, her voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness.

She then dropped a piece of paper onto the floor with theatrical clumsiness. “Oops!” Lisa exclaimed, putting her hand to her mouth. With exaggerated flair, she stood up, smoothed down her red mini skirt, and turned to face the lens. Then, ever so slowly, she bent over dramatically to pick up the paper, staying down, and letting the camera see her ass as her skirt strayed up over her buttocks.

She sat back on her chair, legs slightly ajar, showing the front end of her red thong again, and typed again, exclaiming “I wish I could understand things like the times tables and how to spell, but the only brains I have are between my legs.”

She then reached her hand up her stocking legs and pushed her skirt back until it was now little more than a belt, and ran her fingers over the waistband of her red underwear while licking her lips.

“What I really do at work, is look at naughty pictures of girls, and sell my body to men for money.”

She ran her fingers inside her thong now, fingering herself. She continued to finger herself, moaning with pleasure, then a little too long. Her face grew panicked, it was clear she had forgotten the very last line.

She looked to the side, confused, then regained her horny expression and smiled again. “Oh, I have another booking. A man wants to shit in my mouth for fifty dollars, I think I’ll do it, because I’m worth it!”

Off camera, Lola smiled at her having successfully mouthed the last line to Lisa.

“Very good, Lisa, that’ll have to do,” Pembroke mumbled through a mouthful of chicken nuggets, grease smearing the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “That last line was a mess, but honestly, I’m fed up with this scene. That was the fourteenth take, and, well ... it’s the best one we’ve got.”

He leaned bac, his bloated stomach rising and falling with a sigh. “And I’m fed up punishing you. Honestly Lisa, do you like being whipped and beaten? Your back is turning to mush, I don’t mind showing off that you are being beaten, but I want your body to be attractive for the camera.”

“Sorry master” Lisa’s expression switched dramatically now the camera was off. She was not a natural actress and playing the part of a happy go lucky stupid slut performing porn for the man who had just whipped her for missing a word in a line, was extremely debilitating.

“You did great mommy” whispered Lola, who was up next.

The next scene featured Lola at school. She was dressed in her actualschool uniform—at least, what was left of it after Pembroke’s adjustments.

The skirt was rolled up absurdly high, barely covering her upper thighs. Her blouse was knotted tightly above her midriff, exposing her stomach, and only one or two buttons remained fastened, leaving little to the imagination. She wore no bra, and the stark white of her panties peeked out every time she shifted slightly.

Her hair was made into pigtails, as she sat in the same desk as the previous scene, made up with a textbook and pencil in a half hearted attempt to make it seem different.

“I find school so difficult, why does one add numbers together but not words. And why do people in mexico not speak mexican?” She asked herself. She was lucky in that her lines could be written in her textbook.

“Oh here is the teacher!” she turned to the front. An awkward silence and then the click clack of Lisa walking in, in the same black heels and stockings, but a plaid tartan skirt, and pink vest, and black lace panties instead of her red thong. She wore a brown wig on her head.

She walked to a spot in front of the desk and bent over in front of Lola, ridiculously so, arching her back, letting that skirt flare up exposing her legs up to her hip.

“Have you done your three times tables Lisa?” Lisa asked, through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Ms Cuntwhore” said Lola, stifling a giggle.

“Ooops I dropped my pencil.” Lisa threw her pencil on the ground after saying this, leading to Pembroke slapping his forehead in exasperation. She then bent down slowly to pick it up...

“CUT” shouted Pembroke. Bend over with your ass to the camera, Lisa, not the other way round!” Pembroke was annoyed. “Right start again, another mistake, another mark on your back OK?” he spat.

Lisa shook and went back to the start. “Sorry master ... I just get nervous.”

“Just calm down and remember the lines. This is not Titanic its a fucking porn movie.”

The scene went on. Lisa bent over Lola showing off her cleavage, and had her over her knee for a spanking for saying 3 + 3 was 7. She had to then run her hand under Lola’s white panties and finger her pussy while lecturing her.

As she acted the scene, which ended with Lisa eating out her daughter on the bench, Lisa tried not to catch Pembroke’s eye. She had so many memories of that uniform, helping Lola putting it on in the mornings, seeing her happy in it. And now she was on camera, God knows who was going to jerk off to her daughter in the same uniform, having her ass eaten out by her mother.

The other scenes had been done. The last scene needed was also with Lola, playing herself again. Lisa was in a black silk negligee, while Lola was in tiny pajama pants and vest with flower patterns, holding a teddy bear.

“Mommy, it’s wrong that you do those things to me in bed.” said Lola, in mock innocence.

Lola ran her fingertips along Lola’s bare thighs with her fingertips, as she walked in front of Lola, the camera picked up the numerous marks across her back, signifiers of the recent brutal beatings from Pembroke, mostly relating to her inability to perform these demeaning vignettes.

She stroked Lola’s hair, smiling at her, taking her hands and bringing them to her breasts. “It’s fine darling. Mother daughter sex is the hottest thing you can imagine. We have to be secretive, and run away together if need be. But I want you, I’ve always wanted you, it is going to be our little secret...” she ran her hand down Lola’s top, and she brought her lips to her daughter’s.

Lisa finished it. She cried a little, the thought that she could be remembered as degenerate, paedophilic mother tore at her. Having to act out like a cartoon whore in such a degrading fashion was one thing, but even the playacting was tough. And she was terrified that she would be remembered for this. She could only hope Pembroke would not so stupid as to release it.

“Perhaps in a few years, when the search is long over, and memories have all faded. But certainly if I move to Thailand, then fuck it, I will put it out. I won’t be seen in it, they won’t trace it back to you. Imagine how infamous you girls will be! How much pleasure you will bring!” He laughed cruelly. “Imagine your family thinking of you, still alive licking each others’ holes somewhere, not knowing how much material is out there, haha!”