Chapter 5

Lola could barely move in the cramped confines of her tiny cage. She was still wearing her socks and shoes, her plaid skirt, and a her unbuttoned and opened blouse. Her wrists, once bound tightly behind her back, had been painstakingly maneuvered down over her legs and through her ankles until she could finally bring her hands to the front.

With trembling fingers, she managed to re-button her blouse, a small victory that offered her a sliver of dignity. But the suffocating space pressed in on her, forcing her knees up awkwardly against the cold metal bars whenever she tried to sit. The steel bars on the floor and walls pressed against her bare skin. Her lack of underwear meant the cold steel pressed against her bare pussy lips when she crouched down in exhaustion.

The basement where Lola was trapped felt huge. its shadows stretching far beyond the dim light cast by a single bulb. All around her were half-finished contraptions, their skeletal frames jutting out at odd angles. Steel cages, some open, others locked tight, lined the walls. Scattered throughout were strange, inhuman-looking devices—cold and unyielding structures seemingly designed to restrain animals, or perhaps something else.

Before entering the basement, Edward Pembroke surveyed his prize on his close circuited TV, savoring her scared expression. He had come home from the office, and had stripped naked and then into a bathrobe. He ran his hand through his barely existent hair, and grabbed a bottle of rum on the way down. He was going to enjoy this.

Lola gasped as the basement door opened suddenly and Edward Pembroke entered. Her eyes, wide and glistening with fear, followed his every move as he approached.

Edward took a long, theatrical sip from the bottle of rum, letting the amber liquid sear down his throat before exhaling with a satisfied sigh.

“Good evening, my dear,” he said, his voice dripping with mock civility. “I trust you’ve had some time to ... reflect on your predicament.”

“Please ... Please let me go, I’m only just turned fourteen, I’m just a child, my mommy will be so worried. Listen, Mister, I won’t tell anyone, I promise...” Lola’s voice cracked as she spoke, the words tumbling out in sharp, panicked bursts. Her wide eyes darted around the now brightly lit basement.

Pembroke smiled, his lips stretching over yellowed teeth.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, reaching out through the bars to brush a stray strand of hair from her tear-streaked face. “No need for words, my dear. Have you heard the expression that children are to be seen and not heard?”

“Please...” Lola’s pleading dissolved into quiet sobbing as she looked from Pembroke’s powerful frame and terrifying face to the inhuman equipment around the basement. Something deep within her recognized that they were designed for some very, base, naughty things that could be done to her innocent body.

“Well, well,” Pembroke drawled. “I see you’ve managed to bring your hands in front of you and rebutton your blouse. Very clever of you ... but also quite cheeky.” Thick fleshy came through the bars and traced the tear-streaked path down her cheek, pausing to collect a droplet of saltwater. Slowly, deliberately, he brought the finger to his mouth and licked it clean, savoring it like a rare delicacy.

“Cheeky girls can be ... entertaining, of course,” he said softly, his grin widening into something predatory. “But cheeky girls must also be punished.”

“Sorry” Lola whispered “I’ll do what you say...”

“Look at me,” Edward hissed, his face hovering inches above hers, the light reflecting in his cold eyes. “You will learn your place, my dear. You will learn obedience. Now, Lola,” he said, his voice sickeningly sweet, “let’s see if you can behave like a good girl this time. Otherwise...”

Lola bit down on her lower lip, stifling a sob as Edward leaned in closer, his foul breath mingling with her own.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Lola?”

Her head bobbed in a trembling nod, her voice barely more than a broken whisper.

“Yes ... yes, I will...”

Pembroke carefully slipped his hand through the bars, this time lower, and under her skirt. His hand slowly moved up the inside of her thigh, rubbing against the other thigh as he continued his ascent. He watched Lola’s frightened eyes for any sign of resistance. She frantically tried to push her skirt down with her hands, avoiding eye contact and silently praying for his hand to stop its upward journey. “Look at me, Lola!” he demanded, daring her to meet his gaze. “Don’t disobey me!” Lola gritted her teeth, taking in the inhuman, fanatic eyes and hungry mouth of the towering man before her.

Lola swallowed, and kept her eyes on the beady black eyes under the bushy eyebrows as they bored into her, her tiny hands holding his hand ineffectually as it crept upwards and against her bare pussy lips, her lips wobbling as it made contact.

“You pissed yourself Lola, didn’t you?” Pembroke grinned “or maybe you played with yourself and came?” He brought his fingers back to his mouth, sniffed and licked them. “No ... its piss, haha don’t worry I left you here for a few hours, I won’t punish you for pissing yourself this time. Why don’t you taste it?” His eyes lit up as he brought his fingers to Lola’s lips.

“Uuurgh” Lola scrunched up her little features and turned her face away and brought her hands up to protect her face. Pembroke grabbed her zip tie and yanked her wrists down with one hand, and held her mouth roughly with the other piss-wet hand.

“Lola” his face now contorted with anger “I told you to obey me. It’s a lot more fun when you just do what I tell you to do. Now open your mouth and suck my fingers clean, taste your piss, taste your pussy. Trust me it’s delicious!!”

Lola squeezed her eyes shut as she opened her mouth, feeling large fingers enter and glide along the inside of her cheeks and tongue. The fingers then grabbed onto her tongue and pulled it out of her mouth, rolling it around between their digits like a cigarette wrapper. It felt like they were rolling a cigarette.

Pembroke luxuriated in the warm moist hole in Lola’s face as he played with her mouth and her lovely little tongue. “Such a pretty girl” he sighed.

Pembroke suddenly released her and took a deliberate step back, the silk of his bathrobe slipping from his broad shoulders and pooling at his feet. Lola’s breath caught in her throat as she beheld his massive naked form, grey wiry chest hair cascading down to meet his thick pubic hair, a garish large cock jutting proudly atop two baggy balls, his muscular thighs and legs firmly grounded. She had never seen a naked man before him, and this was not what she had expected. The reality of that thing between men’s legs was horrific and horrible to behold, like something out of a nightmare.

As he turned, his broad back came into view, also covered in a dense layer of coarse hairs. She had only seen a few men topless in real life and they had all been more attractive and less hairy than this. This man seemed a lot older than her father whose body she was comparing him with. She also couldn’t help but notice the large, flabby cheeks of his buttocks, also adorned with hair. His legs were no exception, thickly coated in dark strands. He looked repulsive yet alive with vigour. He strode confidently towards a nearby table, turning to face her with a glinting knife in hand. Part of her felt she would rather he kill her with it, than do those other things that lurked in the back of her mind.

“I am going to cut away those binds on your wrists then will let you out of this cage.” He brought the knife to her wrists, and quickly sliced through the zip ties. His erect cock somehow poked its way against her stomach through the bars as she rubbed her sore wrists, aghast at the angry purple helmet looking up at her, like an angry powerful snake.

“Now, you may come out of the cage.” Pembroke stood aside and let the girl gingerly step out head bowed, expecting his huge hands to feel her up. “Come on girl, stand there” he pointed. He then grabbed his beanie bag, and threw it in front of her, and plopped himself down in front of her, his legs spread, his cock still pointing northward on his belly, as he collected his rum bottle and a piece of white cloth. He swigged the bottle and then sniffed the cloth.

“Hmmm” he smiled and she realized with repugnance that it was her panties. “You still look prim and proper like a nice little schoolgirl” he looked her up and down like a piece of meat. “Only I know that you’re actually a dirty girl, not wearing any knickers” he leered taking another revolting lick of her panties in front of her as she played with the hem of her skirt nervously. “A dirty girl, yes that is what you are, you see you can’t help being a little slut, that’s why you are here any not those other big girls that bully you. You deserve everything that’s coming to you, and deep down, you want it don’t you, eh Lola?”

“No ... I’m not dirty...” said Lola in a small voice. “I ... I don’t want to do anything bad, I just want to go home...” she bowed her head and began sobbing again.

Pembroke drank in the sight of the quivering blonde girl, so slight and helpless in her uniform, her bare legs squeezed together, he knees together, her small hands holding her skirt against her crotch as if to protect herself from the assault she must know was coming.

“I am going to ask you some questions and what happens next will depend on how you answers please me.” Pembroke drawled, taking another swig of rum, then offered some to Lola. She was disgusted by the liquid oozing out of his mouth and dribbling down his chin, while he licked his lips slowly. His bulky, naked body was now glistening with sweat, his large belly jutting up like a mountain peak.

“I’m too young for that...” said Lola fearfully. She didn’t want the alcohol and didn’t want anything else this monster wanted to do to her, and hoped that illegality might be some shield here.

“Out there, you’re too young. Down here, you are just the right age for everything I have planned for you” Pembroke laughed at his own joke. “And you don’t get a say ... In anything. If you’re lucky I’ll let you piss and shit when you can, otherwise that body of yours is mine, not yours, and you’ll do what I tell you, and no complaining and no disobedience, OK?” Pembroke added an edge to his voice, glowering at the open mouthed schoolgirl in front of him. “Now come here, and take this bottle, and drink out of it! Do it now!”.

Lola forced herself to hide her disgust and approached Pembroke tentatively. He offered her the bottle, which she reluctantly accepted, noticing the unsightly streaks of saliva on its surface. She closed her eyes as she took a sip, shuddering at the acrid flavor that filled her mouth. Tears stung her eyes, but she knew she had no choice. As she drank, she could feel his hands roaming up her exposed legs, inching towards her buttocks beneath her skirt.

“Drink another swig,” he commanded, and she obediently gulped down the fiery liquid, her throat burning with each swallow. Suddenly, Pembroke’s hot breath was on her privates, his mouth greedily devouring her pussy. She choked and sputtered as she struggled to handle both the fiery alcohol and the insistent tongue of her tormentor between her legs, relentlessly lapping at her sensitive flesh.

Lola gripped her own throat to suppress her coughing, feeling the scorching heat in her chest. Her gaze fell upon Pembroke’s seething expression, his face flushed and eyes ablaze with lust as he gazed up at her from between her legs.

“Give me back that damn bottle,” he snarled, ripping it from her grasp and taking a long swig. “Pussy and rum, the perfect combination,” he chuckled as he reclined on the bean bag, his gaze fixated on Lola. ““That was quite the first kiss,” he taunted, licking his lips suggestively. “Usually girls have their first kiss on the lips on their face, not their pussy. Naughty girls like you though, “he smiled “they like to get kissed on the lips between their legs. Don’t worry though, you will be having your first romantic kiss on your mouth soon.” He started giggling hysterically. Lola was breathing hard, trying to recover from the violation between her legs and the fire in her chest.

“Now, question.” Pembroke regained his composure. “You are a virgin are you not? You have never been kissed? Have you been groped or touched up by a boy?”

“No” said Lola sadly “not until...”

“ ... You met me” smiled Pembroke. “What about your father, tell me about him. Why did your mommy break up with him?”

Lola was thrown by this topic. She was sure he was trying to humiliate her, but how?

“My father ... he wasn’t very kind to my mommy, he used to get drunk and...”

Pembroke raised his eyebrows. “Interesting ... so he hit your mommy did he? Why? What did she do to deserve it?”

“Nothing” sobbed Lola. Not for the first time, she reflected on what disgusting pigs all men seemed to be.

“Lisa is an insufferable brat, but damn, she’s one fine piece of meat,” he snarled absentmindedly, scratching his bare balls. “As her superior, I wouldn’t have minded roughing her up a bit - she’s too arrogant for her own good. A swift smack or the sting of a bamboo cane would do wonders to put her in her place. So tell me, what did your daddy do to her? Did he just slap her around? Or maybe he took things further and raped her?” he sneered at Lola.

Lola’s eyes widened. She had buried these painful recollections deep within herself. The memory of her drunken father, the loud noises, his hand striking her mother, the shouts and curses that echoed through their home back in Ohio. Lola would hide under her bed, praying for it to be over. She could still hear her mother’s desperate pleas and screams for mercy, followed by the sound of her father unbuckling his belt. The sickening thud of leather against flesh and his slurred words of hate and anger towards her mother.

“He hit her ... with his belt sometimes” Lola closed her eyes, trying to dissociate from this traumatic experience, having to recount what had been the worst experience of her life, to the ugly naked monster who was currently making her feel even worse.

“And he never hit you? Did he ever touch you? Did his hand ever say too long on your bottom when he was dressing you? Anything like that?” Pembroke asked with eager expression, like a schoolboy rapt at a wholesome tale.

“No ... no he didn’t” Lola pleaded, she couldn’t even remember anymore. She just knew she wanted her father to be with her now, and her mother. She just wanted to escape, to be away from this man.

“Well, he should have” Pembroke said, disappointedly. “You are a lovely looking girl Lola, I know you’re only fourteen, but I’ve had younger and any man with a daughter like you, he should have raped you long before now. Should have prepared you for men by now. Oh well, I suppose I will have to do your father’s work for you and break you in. “ Pembroke drank some more rum. Lola tried to stay calm breathing slowly but as she took in his eyes fixating on her crotch she found it ... Difficult.

“At least you are nice and tight. I can tell you are a virgin just with my tongue” he giggled. “It’s a skill. Well at least you should be used to violent men by now, so you should know by now, you need to obey me and do what I tell you to do, and you will have a much lower chance of getting hurt. If you disobey me, well, you will get hurt.” He shrugged and supped more rum, as if he was describing a law of physics.

Lola remained mute, taking a step back as Pembroke laboriously rose to his feet, his massive body looming over her as he straightened up to his full height. His once erect member now drooped slightly, but it still flopped out intimidatingly in front of her.

“Let’s take a little our around your new home, Lola. Take my hand, darling.” His massive hand engulfed her tiny one as he led her around the basement. She had no idea where they were going and what they would be doing, and fear pulsed through her body. She glimpsed their reflection in a giant mirror, her in her school uniform still, walking beside the large naked man, it seemed so surreal.

They passed by cages and (outline bondage equipment) which Pembroke tapped and ran his hand over as they walked past lovigly admiring his craftwork. “I think you can guess the purpose of most of this” he said matter of factedly “you will be in idt, restrained, in various positions, easy access to all points of your cute body.” He laughed and slapped her bottom gently.

As they strolled through the dimly lit room, Pembroke’s fingers trailed over the cold steel of polished cages and an array of meticulously arranged restraints—leather cuffs, gleaming chains, and intricate harnesses.

“You can probably imagine how these will be used on you,” he stated matter-of-factly. “You will be confined, bound in various positions, completely vulnerable.” His laughter was laced with malice as he playfully slapped her buttocks. “Let’s try this one, just for a moment. I want to see if it fits your body.” Pembroke gestured toward an imposing piece of equipment crafted from gleaming metal and supple leather. Its design was unmistakable—constructed to hold someone on their elbows and knees, arms and legs spread wide, forcing their body into a vulnerable arch. A padded brace was positioned to support the head, keeping it held up and straight, eyes fixed forward.

His fingers brushed over the leather straps with deliberate intent. “Go on,” he said softly, a hint of command threading through his voice. “Step into place.”

Lola swallowed hard, her throat tight. The crisp fabric of her blouse and skirt felt like a fragile layer of armor against the cold inevitability of the metal frame before her but she imagined her upturned ass and her bare bottom under her skirt...

With hesitant movements, she lowered herself to her knees, the polished floor cool beneath her skin. Carefully, she moved into position, her elbows finding the padded supports, her knees settling into their designated places. The structure guided her body into a deliberate arch, arms and legs spread, her head held upright by the brace.

His hand briefly on the small of her back as he began securing the restraints. The leather straps creaked softly as he pulled them tight around Lola’s wrists, binding them firmly to the polished steel supports. Her elbows were locked in position, her knees secured against the padded supports, ensuring she couldn’t shift out of place. Finally, he adjusted the brace around her neck, holding her head upright and her gaze fixed forward.

“There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his work. “Perfect. You fit this far better than I imagined.”

Her head was held upright at an unnatural angle by the padded brace, forcing her gaze straight ahead, unyielding and fixed. Her back arched into a curve dictated by the equipment, her blouse pulling tight across her shoulders. Behind her, her hips were elevated, exposed by the deliberate positioning of the frame.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice low and deliberate, each word dripping with intent as though he was testing both the equipment and her resolve.

“It ... it’s hard to breathe...” she gasped, her voice trembling as it broke through the stillness. “My back is ... stretched...”

Each word came with effort, her chest rising and falling in short, shallow bursts against the constraints of her posture. She could feel the unnatural curve of her spine as the harness forced her into a sharp arch. Her stomach and chest hovered inches above the cold ground, her hips raised high behind her, and her head locked upright in the padded brace.

The position made every inch of her body hyperaware—of the leather biting into her wrists, the steel frame pressing against her knees, and the cool air brushing against the nether areas left exposed.

Pembroke’s lascivious gaze lingered on the hemline, now barely covering her cheeks, and with a single finger he lifted it over her waistline, fully exposing her ass. The pale white globes were taut and slim, stretched to their limit as they revealed a thin crack between them showcasing her delicate pink pussy lips and the small pink star of her anus. She was completely vulnerable in this position, every inch of her body on display for his viewing pleasure.

Lola’s body froze as she felt his hot breath between her cheeks. She could not even move her neck let alone close her legs, leaving her at the mercy of his touch. His tongue traced a path against her sensitive skin, causing her to let out a shocked moan. With his hands firmly gripping her buttcheeks, he revealed every inch of her most intimate areas.

And then, he did the unthinkable - she felt his tongue enter her forbidden hole, sending a shock through her body. Her mind raced in confusion and disbelief - how could this man want to lick her ... her asshole? How could this be happening? She had never even imagined that a man would want to touch, let alone lick, such a private part of her.

Lola’s body writhed and squirmed within the tight confines of her bondage. His rough tongue explored deep inside her ass. Despite feeling violated and humiliated, she couldn’t deny some feeling of pleasure. But with each passing moment, the horror of what was happening grew stronger, leaving her with a deep sense of shame and disgust at the thought of what she must look like and taste like back there.

Pembroke’s lips made a smacking sound as he pulled away from her ass crack, his eyes fixed on her glistening genitalia. “Don’t try to deny it, Lola. I know you’ve been curious about what you taste like here. I saw the photos you took of your own ass crack; you can’t hide it from me. If only you could see yourself or put your head between your own legs, you’d be amazed.”

Lola winced as she remembered some of the photos Pembroke must have seen when he had hacked into her phone, of the photos she had taken. They were not even pornographic, she had just been curious what she looked like there between her legs. Those photos, they were half the reason she was down here!

“Come on, let’s get you out,” he chuckled excitedly. “Plenty of time for longer sessions with these devices later, once you’re properly broken in.” He couldn’t resist running his fingers along her slim bony buttocks as he released the restraints. The soft curves and sharp angles of her slim little body made his heart race.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he affectionately brushed strands of hair from Lola’s face. She tried to avoid looking at him, especially his mouth that had just been exploring her most private, dirty, taboo area. “You see, Lola,” he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice, “I find every part of you so alluring. I want to explore it all - your asshole, your feet, your armpits.” He chuckled at the thought. “Every part of you.” His finger traced a path across her dry cheeks, following the tracks of her tears. “And kissing is a two-way street, my dear. You’ll get used to licking and kissing every part of me too, but we’ll come to that,” he leered slyly.

Lola’s buttocks tightened as she stood up and she felt the warm sticky saliva all between her buttcheeks. She cringed at the thought that his mouth had just been there. But the thought of her, having to kiss or lick ... she did not want to look at his body.

“You are going to have to do a lot of things that you don’t want to do,” Pembroke said carefully, his voice low and deliberate. “But soon, hopefully, you’ll be able to do things that, right now, might make you want to throw up.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the still air before continuing. “Your life is now going to be one of doing what you don’t want to do, and being denied the things you do want to do.”

He reached out, his hand resting on her head, then moving to her chin, tilting her face upward until her eyes met his.

“You are a slave, and I am your master. From now on, you will call me Master or Sir, understood? If you forget...” His lips curled into a smile but carried no warmth. “I will punish you.”

Lola’s breath hitched. Panic surged through her veins like ice water, chilling her from the inside out. This man is a psycho, she thought. A disgusting pervert. Dangerous. Her worst nightmare was unfolding before her eyes. Was there any way out? Would he kill her if she resisted too much? Survival clawed its way to the forefront of her mind. She had to stay alive—she had to outlast him.

“Yes, Sir,” she said softly, her voice trembling and small, barely more than a whisper. The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she forced them out.

“Good girl,” he said, the words almost gentle.

Her voice trembled as she spoke again, her words fragile but carrying a faint glimmer of defiance masked by fear.

“Sir ... why? Why am I here?”

“Because, my dear child,” he said slowly, each word deliberate, “I chose you. Your mother brought you to my attention, and perhaps you might be reunited with her. But it won’t be outside in the free world, it will be down here, with me.

he finality in his voice slammed into her like a stone wall.

“But ... why me?” Lola’s voice cracked as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Every fiber of her being screamed with anguish and confusion. Why me? All her life, she had been picked on, pushed down, overlooked, and abused. And now this? Had she been marked by some cruel fate? Why did life—or God—seem so intent on punishing her?

Pembroke’s smile widened, and it was not a comforting sight. His teeth were yellowed and uneven, his fleshy face marked by a double chin and framed by bushy, unkempt eyebrows. His beady eyes glinted with something predatory as he leaned closer, his stale breath ghosting over her face.

“You are a natural victim,” he said with a quiet, almost delighted certainty. His thumb brushed against her cheek, a mockery of affection. “It didn’t surprise me to see that you were bullied at school. You’ve been bullied your whole life, haven’t you, Lola?”

His grin widened as he watched her flinch at his words. “Oh yes, I can sense it. You see, I was a bully at school.”

He straightened slightly, his eyes drifting somewhere far away as if recalling some cherished memory.

“The popular kids—they bullied me, of course. I was never one of them. But I adapted, Lola. I learned to find the weaker ones. The ones who stayed quiet, who didn’t speak up, who didn’t have friends to stand by them. The ones who looked down at their feet when someone shouted their name. They were easy targets.”

His grin turned sharp, a grotesque display of triumph.

“And you know what else, Lola? I’ve never been very popular with the girls.” He chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that made her stomach turn. “No, they didn’t like me very much. I wasn’t handsome—never had that charm. But I liked them. And when people don’t give you what you want ... you learn to be creative.”

Lola’s chest heaved as she fought to steady her breath.

“Oh, don’t look so frightened, Lola,” he said with mock sympathy. “You’re special now. You’re mine.” He came closer, his wiry grey chest hair coming perilously close to her face.

A tear slipped silently down her cheek, but her lips remained sealed. There was nothing she could say—no plea, no question—that could change what was happening.

“You don’t talk much do you Lola” he chuckled. “That is a good quality, I don’t really want to hear what you have to say, I can’t imagine you have much interesting to say anyway. You are just a pretty face, and a pretty little body.” He watched her carefully, he half wanted her to have some spirit, some sense of pride.

Lola looked at his large arms, they looked like they could crush her. She had to do or say something. “eh ... sir ... please ... there must be something ... maybe I could pay...”

Pembroke threw his head back and laughed. “Haha ... my dear child. You don’t have any money and your mother is now an unemployed idiot soon to be homeless. And what would I do with the money? I’m already wealthier than you or your mother or father can ever dream of. I want a young slave girl, and I am willing to pay for it, but you’ve been relatively cheap. If I wanted money I could make it selling you, but I don’t want to sell you, you are my discovery, and you are staying here. Forever.”

“It’s not fair, it’s not right...” wailed Lola, finally raising her voice.

Pembroke cheered inwardly but hid it behind a veneer of anger. “Now, Lola, my dear child. You did not call me Master or Sir, and you raised your voice at me, and you showed a little defiance. Now, I am afraid I am going to have to nip this unacceptable behavior in the bud.”

Pembroke’s thick fingers closed around Lola’s elbow, his grip firm and unyielding as he steered her across the basement. Her shoes scuffed against the floor with each reluctant step, her voice trembling as she mumbled incoherent apologies.

“Now, Lola,” Pembroke began, his voice calm, almost conversational, as though they were discussing the weather. “It was very interesting to read through your diary. So kind of you to pour your little heart out on those pages. Your fears, your weaknesses, your secrets—all laid bare for me.”