Chapter 22

Pembroke had been wondering why Angela had been dressing so nicely recently when cleaning his house. It gradually dawned on him—with some measure of horror—that she might actually like him.

Angela seemed to be about sixty, of average build, with a neat and unassuming appearance. In truth, she was far more attractive than the younger Edward Pembroke. At fifty-five, Pembroke stood six-foot-three but now tipped the scales at over 300 pounds. His heavy jowls and enormous belly—requiring specially purchased trousers—were further evidence of a life of excess. His severe drinking habit and yellowing teeth, stained from years of sugar and neglect, painted an unflattering picture.

“Grandma, I think he likes you,” Lili said with a mischievous grin. “He always invites us over and gets us presents. Maybe he’s just lonely?”

“Yes, my sweet, I think you’re right,” Angela replied, smiling fondly at her granddaughter. “I mean, I’m not getting any younger, but surely he can’t expect a younger woman at his age. He’s nice and quiet ... and rich. He could be a great stepfather—or step-grandfather—for you!” She winked playfully.

“He could be a good Santa Claus for me,” Lili giggled, her dark eyes sparkling.

“He might be very generous to you if we play our cards right” winked Angela.

Pembroke was reclining in his basement bedroom, propped up against a stack of pillows. Alongside each of his legs, his two slaves knelt on their hands and knees, their bodies straddling his legs as they worked. Each female focused on a foot, their hands massaging him with meticulous care, and their lips and tongues sucking and licking between his hairy toes.

Enjoying the sensations, Pembroke took in the sights of the two asses before him. Lisa’s was wider, a slightly darker anus, and darker, meatier pussy lips with a slightly bigger hole. Lola still had her cute light pink butthole that appeared as only a tiny dot the size of a pencil between her cheeks, and slim pussy lips where were starting to grow out, like a flower. Her hips were getting wider, and her legs thicker. Her tits now noticeably hung down and her nipples brushed over his shins.

He played on both asses with his fingers, tapping the genitalia and her cheeks like a piano. He was truly spoiled as he reflected these were a sight for the Gods. But enough.

He had another reason to have them in this position. He wanted to show them a short news report. He turned it on at the monitor. A reporter was interviewing a police sergeant about the curious case of the missing Chapman women. Lisa Chapman, illustrated by her police mugshot, was cast very much as a suspect. But they had to admit, there were no clues about what had happened to either Lola or Lisa. They seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

“I got away with it” Pembroke almost sang, as he traced patterns in their pussies. “You might as well be considered dead, because you will never escape, and no one will find you.”

Lisa and Lola exchanged glances, while sucking on toes. What could they do?

“Oh dear Lola” Pembroke suddenly perked up. “There is a little trace of hairs here, each about a millimeter long, next to your asshole. They have been missed, I think this requires a punishment.”

Lola took her tongue away from his foot. “Sorry master, I did shave earlier...”

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“You obviously didn’t shave thoroughly enough,” said Pembroke, his tone cold but measured. He glanced down at Lisa, who continued licking at his instep.

“Lisa, go fetch me the bamboo cane. Lola, get up and stand over there,” he ordered, his voice calm yet commanding.

It took Pembroke an age to get up, he had to order Lisa to pull him, his huge frame now hindering him. He took the bamboo cane and tapped at Lola’s breasts with it.

“You have a young woman’s body, now Lola. And you have greater responsibility.” he said.

Lola swallowed, as he massaged her swollen breasts.

“It is a pity how fast they grow up. You lose that lovely innocence. Women like your mother are beautiful but they get bitter and ... spiteful. They need to be punished. I am afraid Lola that you cannot expect to get away with what you once did.”

“Master, did I do anything wrong?” asked Lola timidly.

“Yes you fucking did! I told you!” he shouted into her face. “You didn’t shave your asshole properly, and I saw you use your fingers to eat that sausage yesterday. You are lucky I don’t whip the skin off your fucking back!” he barked.

Lola burst into tears, Pembroke being mad at her like this was something she had never experienced before.

“Lola, you will obey and improve your performance understand?”

“Yes ... yes master...” she answered sadly.

“Now, I am going to strike you five times on your bottom. It is a beautiful bottom, so just give me one last bite...”

Pembroke bent over and obscenely bit into both buttocks, savoring the smooth taste of her skin. His blood up, he pulled back his arm and connected with her backside, released a loud “crack” in the basement.

Lola screamed at the top of her voice clutching her ass. Before long she was commanded to get back to position, still screaming, and she was hit again, and again and again. Her bottom was now a red hot mess, with neat little red lines across it.

“I’m sorry Lola” he said softly to her, kissing her forehead. “The life of a woman is a life of pain, you are going to have to learn that.”

After he left, without fucking her, Lola screamed not in pain, but in heartbreak. The large, fat, hairy, bald, disgusting pig had rejected her, and Lola felt like her world was ending, as she hugged her mother in sympathy.

“I’m so glad you like my food, Edward,” Angela said warmly.

“You’re a great cook, Angela,” Pembroke replied with a smile.

“Lili, why don’t you show Edward the picture you made today?” Angela suggested, glancing at her granddaughter.

Lili smiled bashfully, her dimples deepening as she let out a playful grunt. “Oh, okay, Grandma! Goddamn, you embarrass me!” she giggled, her tone light and teasing.

Lili skipped out of the dining room of the Lopezes’ humble apartment, her little summer dress flowing, showing off her dancer’s legs as she went to fetch the picture.

When she returned, she held up her drawing with a proud smile. “Look! It’s a cave in the middle of a jungle—somewhere I’d love to go one day! I want to travel the world, meet anyone I want to!” Her dark eyes sparkled with excitement as she described her dream.

“Are those supposed to be spiders?” Angela asked, squinting at a detail in the top left corner of the drawing.

“Oh no, haha!” Lili laughed, horrified at the thought. “I could never draw spiders—I hate them! Spiders and mice, they both give me panic attacks!” She widened her eyes dramatically but couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the same time.

“Interesting,” Pembroke thought to himself, his mind turning. “And convenient.”

“Edward what will you do in retirement?” asked Angela.

“I’m not sure,” Pembroke said thoughtfully. “I want to give something back, you know, volunteer.”

“That’s amazing,” Lili replied, her dark brown eyes widening in admiration. “If I had a lot of money, I think I’d just try to help as many people as possible.” She paused, her expression softening before a playful grin spread across her face. “And travel, of course,” she added, her dimples reappearing as she smiled.

“Well, I try,” Pembroke said modestly. “May I use your bathroom?”

“First on the right,” Lili said playfully, waving a potato on her fork like a little flag.

“Lili, don’t be so childish with your food!” Angela scolded gently.

“Sorry,” Lili replied, lowering her fork with an exaggerated pout before breaking into a cheeky smile. Angela chuckled, unable to stay stern, and smiled back at her granddaughter.

Pembroke smiled at Lili as well, it was impossible not to, she was so cute. He made his way to the bathroom.

He had already figured out where Lili’s bedroom was. It took him just a few seconds to peek inside, and then find her used clothes pile, and find gold. A tiny pair of blue and yellow panties, which he held to his mouth. He breathed in the sweet scent of the girl, and smiled as he found evidence she had peed herself, slightly. Just like the Chapman girls. He pocketed the panties.

Thanking the Lopez’s for a nice meal, he left shortly afterwards. He had accomplished much, he had taken a replica of their keys, had figured out the internal layout, had established there were no cameras, and been able to hack into Lili’s phone, and soon her social media accounts. The coup de grace was the hidden camera in the fire alarm in Lili’s bedroom. He could not wait to watch the footage later.

Later that night, Pembroke was standing, naked in his basement, having his special, the rim job from Lisa on his asshole, and a blowjob from Lola in front. He cradled Lola’s more adult looking face as she sucked hard on his cock, eager to remind him of their chemistry and her sexual skills. But his mind was far away, between the legs of a little latina a few miles away.

He knew everything about them, they had few friends and kept themselves to themselves in the rough apartment block. Lili had friends in Guatemala but not many here in San Francisco, surprisingly. She would not be missed, and if she did not go back to school in September, well, people would assume she returned to her country.

There was another date tonight. Angela and Lili. Angela needed to be taken care of. Pembroke had zero interest in her, he had already arranged for her. A series of bone saws in his backyard, to cut her up, and then burn her with other trash. He had hired a van to take all their possessions, most of which could later be burned also, while the most prized possession of all, little Lili, would go inside a special delivery box he would wheel in and out.

He was already looking forward to playing Lili off against the Chapmans. The poor little girl would be terrified, of him, and his fellow slaves! But she would learn, and her hot little body would be a nice compliment to Lisa and Lola. If it proved too much, perhaps Lisa could soon join Angela among the trash waiting to burn?

He sniffed Lili’s panties again, while below him, Lola looked up from his cock, past his belly wondering who they belonged to. “Smell these, Lola” he held hem to her nostrils. They smelled ... foreign. Not like her mother, not like her. She had a feeling ... was the master just having fun and stalking girls, or was he stalking girls with more serious intent? A flash of jealousy tore through her as she wondered about this girl. The panties looked like those a little girl would wear, small, playful and made Lola feel self conscious about her own growing body.

Pembroke finally came in Lola’s mouth, and pushed both females away, his mind cleared, and ready to go.

“Back to your cage” he patted their bottoms before guiding them into their constant place of confinement, taking in their empty vacant stares as he left them, and looking forward to seeing the vivacious lively smile of Lili.

“He is so shy, this Edward I think we need to do something” said Angela, supping some wine in front of Lili.

“Grandma, you are naughty” giggled Lili. “What do you mean?”

“I have an idea” Angela suggested to her.

Pembroke was exhausted from climbing the stairs to the apartment, his chest heaving and his face red. He clutched his heart, reminding himself to either lose weight or see a doctor.

He pushed on, he had everything ready, everything with him. In his mind’s eye, all he could imagine was Lili, as he fantasized what color panties she would be wearing when he took her, and the thought of Lisa and Loli, two beautiful blondes who had been tonguing his ass and sucking his cock just an hour ago. Images of gorgeous young things filled his mind.