Chapter 8

The next morning, as usual, Lola woke early, having barely slept amid restless nightmares. On the screen, she had been watching her mother toss and turn throughout the night, and despite her exhaustion, Lola felt a pang of sympathy. But at least her mother wasn’t tethered to the headstand by her neck, nor forced to lie next to a large, sweaty, beached-whale of a man she was terrified of waking.

All she could was breathe softly into his armpit of stale sweat and hair, waiting for him to wake. And wake he did, stretching and yawning, his mouth opening wide like a cavern. Lola had to pinch herself, a desperate attempt to remind herself that this was not a nightmare—it was real. And this was the horrific mouth she would have to kiss.

Pembroke licked his lips, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and gripped her face as if it were a crumpled handkerchief. With clammy fingers digging into her cheeks, he pulled her close, pressing his mouth against hers and forcing his thick, intrusive tongue inside.

“Hmmmm, you taste delicious,” he murmured, his breath hot and foul.

Lola meekly allowed his tongue in and pushed her own tongue back into his mouth, while twisting her body awkwardly to face him while straining against the noose around her neck and feeling her tender holes awakened his large hand resting between her buttocks stroking her crack.

“Please, master” Lola pleaded. My ... my private parts, they are very sore from the last few days, its...

“Because of my cock?” chuckled Pembroke, behind closed eyes, laughing at his own joke, with no interest that Lola was in pain.

“Yes, sir, master” Lola tried to detect any humanity in him at all. What was she to him? A figure of pure lust, but surely he must see her as a human being of some kind? Even a rat or a snake, she told herself, she would feel some humanity for, even if she had to kill it.

“Now Lola, I don’t want to hear complaining so early in the morning” he stroked her cheek, his eyes containing nothing but detached amusement. “I have no work today, and I have no intention of getting up any time soon. That doesn’t mean you get to lie in though.” He smiled while yawning, and causally with one strong hand released her noose.

“Get your face between my legs. Lick up and down my crack, I don’t want my cock sucked, or balls licked, just my asshole. I want a nice gentle tongue massage, nothing to get me up, just something to soothe me.”

Lola was aghast, and looked again at him. He seemed to have gone back to sleep. Maybe he would have forgotten even ordering it, or be aware if she did it or not. She lay still, letting seconds pass.

“Lola...” Pembroke didn’t open his eyes, just whispered out of his mouth. “You didn’t spend three hours sucking on that dildo yesterday like I ordered, did you? You took advantage of my absence while I was with your mother, and were lazy. Well, we can check the video recordings to find out, or we can just assume you disobeyed me, and you can spend three hours in that drawer with the spiders, how’s that?” Lola stuttered, about to protest, but she knew she had barely spent a few minutes sucking on the dildo, having spent the time transfixed by her mother’s humiliation and what she feared might be, at any moment, her murder.

“Or, alternatively, you can spend some time licking my crack now, and we can forget about it.” Pembroke turned his eyes to Lola, smiling at her frightened blue eyes and she nodded meekly.

“Good girl. I thought so” he kissed her gently on the lips. “Now, to work, my child!” he chuckled.

Lola swallowed and travelled down his large belly, over his hard cock, and brought her face between his meaty hairy thighs and took a deep breath, before moving in with her mouth past the hairs, gently pushing his legs apart with as much force as she dared to, stuck her tongue out and licked along the middle of his crack, trying to not think about the pungent, acrid taste, and keep breathing through her mouth to avoid sensing the smell as much as possible, while Pembroke lay back in quiet calm bliss.

The smell and taste gradually faded, though Lola tried not to think about how it was probably because she had swallowed whatever had caused them and/or, that she had simply grown accustomed to the taste and smell of his ass.

“Now, on to my cock Lola. Today, is gonna be cocksucking day for you, my dear. You get your wish that I will leave your holes between your legs to heal ... for now.”

Lola’s lips formed a tight ‘O’ around his cock as she bobbed up and down, forcing it deep into her throat with every downward motion. Each time she pushed herself lower, her neck strained, her jaw ached, and her muscles screamed in protest. The repetitive rhythm became torturous, a relentless cycle that ground her down. The dull ache in her neck and jaw grew into a relentless throb that threatened to drive her to the edge of madness.

“That feels great, Lola, but you must be bored,” said Pembroke, his voice dripping with mock concern. “I think you need something new—some fresh challenge—or you’ll go mad ... no?”

He smiled as he reached out to ruffle her damp, straw-like hair. His gaze lingered on her watering eyes, her flushed and sweating face, strands of hair plastered to her forehead with perspiration, and the thick trail of saliva dripping from her mouth onto his cock under her chin.

“Yes, please master” she blinked, licking her soaking lips. “Anything ... I can’t...”

“Now,” Pembroke interrupted her, his voice firm and unyielding. “I want you to move around and place your knees under my armpits,” he said, raising his arms expectantly, “and face the bottom of the bed. Sucking my cock from the opposite direction should give you a new perspective” he laughed “and it will give me a nice view until your lazy mother wakes up and we get to see her body again.”

Lola screamed into herself. How much longer could she deal with the physical pain and the heartache of having to bend to every horrible order? She didn’t want to be punished, and she knew defiance was fruitless, but still? She fought to control her breathing and stop breaking out in sobs as she clambered over his torso, her breasts stuck against his hairy belly underneath her like giant cushion, as she took the familiar glistening organ, and began grinding up and down again with her mouth.

Pembroke allowed he to settle her legs, placing her bubble butt in front of his face, and he took in the pristine smooth pale white orbs, so perfect and shining, and the tautly stretched valley between them. The tiny coiled star of her asshole, still slightly discolored with bruising, and the smooth hairless pussy lips, with barely any labia fat and only the slightly imperceptible little hole at the top near her anus betraying where she had lost her virginity just last night. He ran his hands lightly over the ass-cheeks marveling at them, how tight and petite they felt in his huge hands, as if he could not believe his good fortune, as he felt his cock throb away in her mouth.

“Four days now, Lola, you’ve been down here. Your oral skills are improving, but I can be a firm yet fair master. Soon, you will be expected to make me cum in your mouth, and there will be punishments for a failure to do so ... For now, just focus on getting used to my cock, while I take in the view.” Pembroke placed his finger at her vulva, and gently wriggled it inside, enjoying her cheeks slightly swaying and moving from side to side, either from pleasure or pain. He didn’t care as long as she kept to her task with her mouth.

He withdrew his finger and sucked on it. He marveled at the deep, complex flavors lingering on his tongue, savoring the juices drawn from Lola’s depths as he sucked greedily, watching her pussy gently close up again.

Suddenly, the loud voice of Lisa Chapman invaded the basement. Pembroke pushed Lola further down the bed with his hands on her buttocks, looking over them at the screen, while Lola, her head now level with his knees, arched her back and looked up at her mother, striding around the bedroom in her vest and knickers, on her phone, babbling in anger.

“Look, Steve,” she said angrily, “I know she must be mad at me, OK? But you have to just let me speak to her if she’s there—or at least tell me she’s OK. This is killing me, not knowing...”

Pembroke and Lola could only guess what the man on the other end said. It was actually Steve Chapman, her ex-husband, scheming on how to make her look as bad as possible. He figured Lola was somewhere else. He didn’t care. For some reason, he was now convinced she wasn’t his child, and he wanted a fresh start with his new girlfriend, who was pregnant.

“Look, Lisa, you’re a terrible mother. Is this where all my alimony is going? I’ll let you talk to her when you send me written notice that you’ll drop the alimony claim. OK?”

“Fuck you, Steve! I’m going to come over there myself,” Lisa spat into her phone. “You have no right to lie to me or keep my daughter from me! And I’m not going to agree to drop a claim for alimony!”

Lisa stared at her phone, her face twisting with frustration as if she couldn’t believe he’d hung up. “Fucking asshole!” she shouted, flinging the phone onto the bed before collapsing to the floor in a crumpled heap. Her body shook with sobs as she buried her face in her hands.

“Lola, please!” she wailed, her voice breaking with raw desperation. “If you’re out there, baby, please just let me know you’re safe.”

“Haha” laughed Pembroke, slapping Lola’s ass in triumph. “Your mother is a stupid bitch, Lola. What the hell kind of mother is she? This has been like taking candy from a baby! Or...” He dug his fingers into her butt cheeks mischievously “like taking a baby from her mother!”

Lola didn’t answer, she just stared at her mother. “Mommy, go to the police, for fuck’s sake” she didn’t want to agree with Pembroke, but he was right. Her mother was a fool.

“While you’re down there Lola” He smirked, pushing Lola’s ass down, “move your mouth down to my feet. Lick my feet!”

Lola’s gaze switched from the slim, pretty figure of her mother, down to the reality of the hairy ankles, feet and toes of the beast tormenting both Chapman females. Cock, balls, ass, mouth. She was getting a horrid tour of the most repulsive man she had ever met. Sure enough they tasted and smelled of cheese and sour sweat and she had to brush off dust from the soles, but soon her tongue was working its way over the coarse hairs, between the toes, along the soles and the instep.

“Suck the big toe like it’s a cock, should be easier than a giant cock, Lola.” Pembroke was gently circling her clit, emerging from her hood, as she lay with legs spread, her pussy now splayed across his lap. Lola gyrated her hips and moved back and forth rhythmically while her clit danced to his fingertips, as she sucked hard on the hairy toe. She bucked and yelled in pent up frustration and stress, and gently squirted a clear fluid out from her pussy onto Pembroke’s cock while she gripped his feet with her hands, lips locked around the toe.

“Nice” Pembroke swabbed her pussy juices up and licked them. “So I have a little squirter as a slave? I must play with you more often, Lola. Don’t worry, you are going to cum constantly down here, I have barely got started with your pussy!”

Meanwhile, in the apartment, Lisa paced back and forth, in frantic, aimless circles. Nervous, angry, and utterly clueless, she clawed at her hair in frustration, her voice breaking into disjointed mutterings as she wandered the room. Dressed in nothing but her panties and a thin vest, her bare legs glided across the floor with restless energy.

“What do I do? What happens if I go to the police? What if they ask why I didn’t go earlier? What if they bring up the drink-driving arrest? The note? Is she with Steve? Should I just fly out to Ohio? Why has she not contacted me?” Her mind raced, spiraling with chaotic thoughts and dead-end questions.

“I need space to think,” Lisa moaned in despair before collapsing back onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress as she stared at the ceiling.

Closing her eyes, she tried breathing exercises, but nothing worked. Biting her lip, she tried something else. Her hand moved across her breasts, under her vest, over her nipple, and began tweaking it. Her other hand moved over the opposite breast, then travelled down, over her smooth stomach, and over her panties down the gusset and between her legs. Closing her eyes, she slipped her fingers into her panties, and over her lips inside, rubbing, feeling her wetness and slid her fingers inside her. It felt good, she felt clear, nothing else mattered as her fingers worked faster, over her clit and in and out of her soaking wet vagina, until she started moaning louder, and louder.

Meanwhile, Pembroke could scarcely believe what he was watching, almost laughing hysterically while Lola, watched with shocked horror. Her mother was playing with herself when she should be going to the police! Was her mother always like this?

“Your mother’s mind is between her legs. That is how you should think too, Lola! You just came and you liked it, and so is your mommy!” Pembroke rubbed his hand across her back. “Remember you are a slave and a sex object, but I won’t stop you orgasming, or playing with yourself, or enjoying being a thing for my cock. So embrace it! It’s not like you have other options!”

A few hours later, Lisa finally caved and decided to go to the police. She dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, trying to present herself as composed, and caught a bus downtown to the station.

Her stomach dropped when she recognized the detective who greeted her—it was Hernandez, the same officer who had processed her DUI arrest just days earlier. His expression was stony, unimpressed as she began to explain.

“So,” Hernandez said flatly, arms crossed over his chest, “your daughter was already missing when you decided to go out, get drunk, wreck your car, and nearly kill other people?”

“Er ... yes,” Lisa admitted, her voice small. “But I thought she had just ... run away for a while.”

“Run away for a while?” Hernandez’s voice sharpened. “Lady, she’s your daughter. She’s fourteen.”

“Well, I think she’s gone to my ex—her father ... back in Ohio.”

“You think or you know?”

“He won’t confirm it. He’s behind on child support,” Lisa said, her voice growing defensive.

“And you work at McQuintile, right?” Hernandez pressed.

“Err ... no.” Lisa’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I kind of ... lost my job there.”

“Because of your arrest?”

“No ... I was ... well, my manager’s an asshole. It hasn’t been a great week...”

Lisa hesitated, her words catching in her throat. She was on the verge of mentioning Edward Pembroke, but something stopped her. Talking about the idea of selling her body to her boss would only make her look worse. Better to leave Mr. Pembroke out of this.

Hernandez studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he exhaled sharply and shook his head.

“Maybe it’s better the kid’s with her father,” Hernandez muttered under his breath. “Poor guy.”

He straightened up and looked Lisa in the eye. “Tell you what,” he said, his tone perfunctory. “We’ll put out a lookout notice for her here in San Francisco and take your ex-husband’s details. Someone will reach out to him, okay?”

Lisa nodded weakly, her shoulders slumping with a mix of relief and shame.

As Hernandez scribbled down the details, he thought to himself, ‘Let’s push this one to the back of the list. What a waste of time. Honestly, the farther the daughter is from her mother’s clutches, the better.’

Pembroke had noticed from the tracking device Lisa was out and about the city. Deciding to take a break from Lola, his cock having grown red from having it sucked for hours by her, he went out in his car following the beacon on his phone, and steeled himself as he followed her going into the police station.

‘It was to be expected’ he thought. ‘There should be no reason to suspect me.’

Lisa looked distraught and disappointed as she came out of the station. She sat on a bench and broke down in tears, angrily swatting away concerned men whose main focus was on the pretty young lady who might need some cheering up.

“Looks promising” thought Pembroke, noting how desperate she seemed. He had to be sure, so kept following her.

Lisa had no idea what to do, where to go. What could she do but wait for Lola to get in touch? The police, her ex, they did not want to help her, hell they seemed to want to stop her getting in touch with Lola. She stopped at a bar, and ordered a drink to drown her sorrows. What high hopes she had coming out here. She was so proud of herself getting that internship. It had all been because of that disgusting pervert, Edward Pembroke. He had sabotaged her chances of a job, he had made her life miserable, preyed on her, harassed her, got her fired. And then humiliated her, and last night she had let him inside her body, and not even got any money from him. She downed another whiskey as the scent of him rose in her mouth. God, anything to keep out the memory of that fucking bastard. She gripped her glass tightly. Yes, it was his fault. He made her work late, made her constantly stressed and absent from Lola’s life. She had lost Lola because of him, but he had a big house and loads of money while she was broke and soon to be homeless and Lola was gone.

Across the street, Pembroke looked out from his tinted windows in his car. Her tears did not necessarily mean the police would not look into it. He looked around, this was a dodgy area of town, quite close to Skid Row, Lola had walked rather aimlessly after leaving the station.

Pembroke’s thoughts were interrupted by a figure approaching his car. A man knocked lightly on the window, and Pembroke rolled it down just enough to hear him.

“Any drugs?” the man rasped.

At first glance, he looked fairly normal—dressed in a bright red sports jacket, button-up shirt and scuffed dress shoes. But there was a glassy wildness in his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly at his sides. Clearly an addict.

“I got everything, Mister,” he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The name’s Razza, oh, and I got pussy to sell too...”

Pembroke’s lip curled slightly in disgust as he studied the man. “I tell you what, I’ll pay you for a little task, really simple, if you have the drugs I need...”

“Sure Mister” the man looked excited, he was ready for anything.

“OK ... listen carefully” Pembroke said, winking.