Chapter 4

Poor little Lola could barely focus at school. She was still being teased, and her pale, gaunt look from the stress just made her an easier mark for her bullies. At one point, she ran from class to the toilets to throw up in the toilet bowl, her tears and vomit mingling in the water. She barely heard her bullies coming behind her as she was on all fours in the toilet stall. They came behind her, flipped up her skirt, laughed at her, and pushed her head into the bowl while she choked and gurgled, thinking she would drown as her bullies laughed at her.

For the rest of the day, she stank of vomit from her wet hair while enduring more taunts. But what really vexed her were the threats from her secret online tormentor. She had no phone, so she could only pray that no pictures or videos would be leaked to all her classmates as she sat in the same room as them. She hurried home after school to check her laptop, and her heart sank when she saw her inbox full of messages from El Admirador. One passage in particular chilled her to the bones.

“You and your mother can go to prison for what you did. Recording your friends, who are all underage, in the toilet and changing in the bedrooms. If this gets out, your mother will go to prison, and you will go to a youth penitentiary. If you think you’re bullied at school, just wait until you get there. They won’t like filthy perverts like you there, nor your mother in prison.”

Lola felt like tearing her hair out then remembered that her evil tormentor could see her, she had been forced to open her webcam and the hidden cameras were still active.

Pembroke and Lisa were working late again. Pembroke was once again watching up Lisa’s skirt through his under desk camera while also watching the petrified Lola on cam while Lisa was typing up a report on another pointless task which had not even happened.

Pembroke was glad of Lisa’s presence, it made him more careful and focused. He did not gratify himself by demanding Lola take off her clothes, instead he carefully wound up her terror by setting up scenarios where she and her mother would be split up and sent to prison. Then carefully offering the disorientated teenager a way out.

“Any word to your mother about any of this, and I will make sure you both go to prison, understand?” was his final message. Lola swallowed hard and nodded.

“OK that is enough for today, Lisa, time you go off.” winked Pembroke at Lisa, who smiled at him, grateful to get home, feeling like a zombie, while still disgusted by his perverted glances at her.

“Lola, honey, are you asleep?”

Lola kept her eyes shut; she did not want to talk to her mother. Tomorrow would be a busy, horrible day, and she didn’t want to betray any of it to her. She also blamed her mother for never being home over the last few months and believed that her absence had allowed the whole horrible situation to develop.

Lisa went to her bed, tore off her clothes and collapsed into her own bed, lying on her stomach, her upturned ass, unbeknown to her, revealed to the hidden camera in the corner. In his basement lair, Pembroke was naked again and stroking his cock to the naked young woman on the bed. He also switched to Lola’s bedroom, and while she was tucked up behind a blanket he was pleased to see she was awake, and her face full of discomfort and worry about the day ahead. Good, he wanted her tired and not ready to think straight tomorrow.

Lisa arrived early the next morning, wearing white pants—partly as a subtle rebellion against Pembroke and his perverted rules. Pembroke, however, did not chastise her; he needed her vaguely on his side today.

“I’m going to a rather long meeting this morning, Lisa. I trust you have enough work to keep you occupied?”

“Err,” said Lisa. “Not much, Mr. Pembroke.” She cursed inwardly. Why did she always have to stay late when it seemed like half the time he had no real work for her?

“OK, well, do me a report on this project.” Pembroke smiled at her. “Hopefully, we’ll have some good news soon about your permanent position.”

Lisa sucked in her breath. Hopefully, this work will swing it for me, she prayed and got to work. Meanwhile, Pembroke left the office.

Lola could not believe she was doing this, but what choice did she have? She had brought her laptop with her and skipped school to go to the meeting point in the park. She had deleted some videos from her laptop and hoped that what was left would not be too damning, but she just knew that her tormentor wanted it. The park was just a few hundred yards from the apartment and full of druggies and homeless at this time in the morning, but at least surely it was too public for her to be kidnapped.

As she had no phone, she had to wait for an email before leaving the apartment. When she received it, she responded quickly saying “leaving now.”

Nervously, she packed up her laptop and opened the apartment door to leave. She had barely stepped outside when a hand came out from the side, belonging to a man who had been waiting there. Lola looked up, startled, too shocked to say anything. It was a nondescript, tall, powerful man with a beard, a hat, dark glasses, and a workman’s high-vis vest. He smiled at her.

“Back indoors, Lola, come on.” He gently pushed her back into the apartment.

Lola backed up without saying anything, her shocked mouth agape. “What ... who...” Her big blue eyes stared up at Edward Pembroke, who was finally face-to-face with the prey he had been salivating over for weeks, if not months.

“Shhhh, Lola.” He smiled, put a finger to his lips, and winked. “Now put your arms to your side ... that’s a good girl ... and open your mouth wide. I have a little treat for you...”

Lola was too stupefied to resist. She did not even react when he pulled out what seemed to be some sort of red ball attached to straps. “Something for your sweet mouth,” he said.

He quickly forced the ball gag into her mouth while smiling at her and pushed it in with his thumbs and fingers against her cheeks. Then he swiftly strapped the straps around the back of her head while her hands finally came to his wrists, her tiny fingers so ineffective against his giant hands.

“That’s it, nice and quiet.” Pembroke fully shut the front door, took Lola’s bag from her shoulder, and gripped her firmly by the shoulders, guiding her towards her bedroom.

Lola was shaking. She knew she should resist—was this her tormentor? What about the park plan? What could she do? He was huge...

Pembroke sat her down at her desk. He reached for her exercise book and a pen, items he had previously eyed through the camera.

“Now, Lola, I want you to write something for me.” He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Be a good girl and write it out word for word. The sooner we get all this done, the sooner we can finish, and you can go.”

Lola took the pen, her hands still free, her knees knocking together with fear beneath her skirt as she sat trembling. The man’s heavy hand rested on her shoulder, and the gag stretched her mouth open painfully. She glanced down at the page, her eyes widening as she read the words. Slowly, she lifted her gaze back to the man.

He was bald and ugly, with a double chin, wide shoulders, a large stomach, and massive, meat-hook arms and hands. His cruel, dark eyes peered out from beneath bushy eyebrows, and yellowing teeth flashed through his fleshy lips. His stare was unrelenting, and his towering frame—easily over six feet—loomed over her like a dark shadow.

“Write” he said simply.

“Hmmmm” Lola tried to protest.

“Write!” he hissed again and squeezed her shoulder hard.

Lola squeaked, and blinked away tears as she began writing. It took several drafts before Pembroke was happy. Smiling, his face leered into Lola, for the first time with a disturbingly sexual undertone. “Good girl, Lola” he whispered. “Now for the next phase.”

Lola winced as he powerfully clenched her arms, pulling them behind her back and securing her wrists with zip ties. Like a rag doll, he lifted her up effortlessly and threw her onto the bed. With practiced ease, he grabbed her ankles, just above her white socks, and bound them tightly with another set of zip ties.

Lola tried to resist, squirming and pulling against her restraints, but it felt like an unyielding vice held her arms and legs firmly in place.

Pembroke remained focused on the task at hand, subduing his fragile, weak target with clinical precision. But when the little teenage girl was lying on her back, her bare legs tied together, her skirt splayed up to her hips, his animal instinct took over. He curled his lips, moving his eyes from her widened eyes, down her blouse, and peering at the glimpse of white cotton panties showing between her slim little thighs. He brought his face to her knees, and opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, running the wet surface against the impossibly smooth flesh, slowly along the inside of her thigh, until he reached between her legs to the flimsy material, and licked along the crotch against the panties making them wet, flickering his tongue vigourously and feeling the little crack behind it.

Lola tried to thrash around but was powerless and easily held down. No longer frozen she was hyperventilating. So this really was his plan. She had never been touched down there ... ever. Never had anyone seen down there other than this disgusting pig and then only remotely. It felt weird, intrusive, violent and not pleasant at all. And it was only the start.