Chapter 9

Lisa Chapman lay in bed, feeling weak and drained. The past two days had been a blur of exhaustion and discomfort. She could barely summon the strength to move, her body heavy with fatigue. Slowly, she peeled off her oversized shirt, leaving herself in just her panties, and turned to face her reflection in the mirror.

The bruises were beginning to fade, their deep purples and blues softening. Her jaw, once stiff and aching, was finally starting to feel better. Her face, though still pale and hollow, had regained a slight trace of color. The toll of the post-exposure medication had been harsh, leaving her bedridden and nauseated for days.

She had neither the energy nor inclination to go social media and her phone had gone. The silence had been suffocating at first, but it also shielded her from the world—from questions, from judgment. Today, though, that would change. She was finally getting her new phone.

That morning, she had forced herself out of bed, pulled on whatever clothes were nearest, and caught the bus into town. At the bank, she had asked for an increased overdraft. Then, at the phone store, she had ordered her replacement device. Both the bank clerk and the shop assistant had given her looks—a mixture of concern and suspicion. With her gaunt face, faded bruises, and trembling hands, they probably thought she was an addict. And having to admit she was currently unemployed only seemed to confirm their silent judgments.

Now back home a knock at the door startled her. She threw on a dressing gown to hide her naked body before the delivery driver handed her the package with an indifferent nod before disappearing.

Lisa took a deep breath as the phone powered on, its welcome screen illuminating her tired face. The world was waiting for her—above all, she prayed that maybe, just maybe, there would be a message from Lola.

There was no message from Lola. But there were messages from her ex, her mother in law, even her estranged mother and many complete strangers.

“Fucking whore. Wherever tour daughter is, it’s better than with you, I can see why she ran away.” “You should be ashamed, telling everyone you were working in IT. Being a prostitute is one thing, but what I saw was beyond disgusting.” “You have brought shame on our family, I never want to see you again. Lola belongs in care.” Lisa’s face went white and her blood ran cold. “Hey baby, are you having another event soon? Sorry I missed you this time.” “Great body! You really took those cocks like a champ!” Lisa could not understand anything.

Then she logged into her social media accounts, and screamed as she saw her profile pictures pop up. The messages, the photos, the bastards, what had they done? Her photos were no longer the happy, fun pictures with Lola and family or in business attire. Now, they were of her either half naked with just a towel covering her, or fully naked, her legs spread wide, her dazed face smiling at the camera, her tits flecked with cum.

She typed her name into twitter and google. Links to videos appeared on the screen, and she felt her knees buckle. She sank to the floor, her phone slipping from her grasp.

There they were—the videos. A crowded, filthy room filled with jeering faces. Men of all shapes and sizes—some with silver teeth, others with matted dreadlocks, chubby figures in stained clothes, clutching beer bottles, their voices raised in cruel celebration. And there she was, at the center of it all. Naked, getting fucked by each of them, from behind, sometimes sucking someone off at the same time, smiling and waving at the camera, her tits and ass wobbling with each stroke of cock.

Lisa pressed her forehead against the cold floor, her breasts heaving with silent sobs and her nipples scraping the floor. The weight of shame, fear, and helplessness crushed her, making it hard to breathe.

“Get that tongue inside my ass. Now!”

“I’m sorry master, if you could spread your legs a bit more it would be easier for me...”

“One more word of complaint and you will get the back of my hand” sneered Pembroke over his shoulder, down at the quivering young blonde girl, her blue eyes looking up from between his buttocks, on her knees, as she struggled to prise his ass cheeks apart to get her mouth against his anus.

Lola pulled harder at his skin, exposing more of his hairy sweaty ass crack and pushed her own face deeper within it, straining her tongue to fight its ways inside her captor’s asshole.

It was disgusting, but she was getting used to it. The taste, the sensation, the humiliation when she imagined just a few weeks ago seeing someone like Pembroke on the street, and licking at his most disgusting part of his revolting body. It was hard work, but at least without the pressure of sucking his cock.

“Now Lola, I have been very patient with you with your oral skills. Dozens of hours it must be now, not just on my cock but on that dildo. And you still haven’t made me cum!” Pembroke was growing agitated, and Lola could feel it in his buttocks clenching around her face, the moisture seeping up nostrils and down her mouth as her tongue continued wriggling around his nasty bitter hole.

“Perhaps I have been too soft on you. You have barely a mark on you! A few moments in that drawer, that is all the punishment I have given you here! I knew it! My mother always told me, Edward, never let girls take advantage of you! And you have, Lola, you little cunt! To think I haven’t used a single whip or cane on you, when all I dreamt of for years was marking the backs of slut like you!”

“Please master, I am trying, please, I am so young for this.” she begged.

“You’re fourteen Lola, you should be able to suck a man dry! I’ve had younger than you and they all managed it! He spat. “Now less talking, more licking back there!”

Pembroke was watching the large screen showing the degrading footage of Lisa being abused by the men. “This is all over the internet now,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Your mother will be famous for this.” A low, humorless chuckle escaped him. “Imagine how she’ll feel, knowing her family, her friends, and you—everyone she ever knew—has seen this. My God, she will want to die!”

Pembroke’s attention shifted to Lola’s phone clutched in his hand, having long since disabled its GPS, still logged into Lola’s social media accounts. He scrolled through the latest messages Lisa had sent to what she thought was her daughter.

“Lola, please ... please don’t watch the videos. I’m so ashamed. I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be a good mother. Please, just say anything. Talk to me...” Pembroke sang in a mocking falsetto as his lips curled into a cruel grin.

“When I read your mother’s messages, I just leave them on ‘read,’” he said with a laugh. “I think the silence tortures her more than anything, lets her know you’re out there, just ignoring her.”

Lola, trapped in the horrific darkness of the awful place her face was in, tried to shut out his taunting. Her mother would always be her hero, she just wished she could say anytng to her, to hold her again.

Lola, her face stuck in the horrific stuffy darkness of Pembroke’s crack, tried desperately to shut out his taunting voice. Her mother would always be her hero, no matter what had happened. She just wished she could say anything to her—to hold her again, to let her know she still loved her.

But in this suffocating moment, all she could do was endure and continue tonguing the insides of his asshole.

Pembroke used the remote to switch the screen to a live feed of Lisa’s bedroom. The camera captured her in sharp detail—almost naked, her gown slipping off her trembling shoulders revealing her quivering bare breasts. She was curled on the bed, her face buried in a tear-soaked pillow. Periodically, she would raise her head, her face crimson and raw, and let out an agonized scream before pounding the mattress with her fists.

“Dear, dear,” Pembroke mused. “She looks in such pain, doesn’t she? I imagine that is what she would look like with a rod across her buttocks.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes glinting with wicked fascination as he studied Lisa’s suffering. “By now, she must realize her reputation is in ruins,” he said, each word deliberate and sharp. “That video has undoubtedly made its rounds. The shame must be devouring her.”

He reached around and pressed Lola’s face harder into his crack. “Consider this your punishment for failing to make me cum” he laughed. “Say, Terry Ferguson has not been in touch yet” he said with a mischievous grin, “let’s twist the knife a little, shall we?”

He bent down and picked up his own phone, allowed Lola a little space to work her mouth around his anus, but just for a moment before he stood up again. “We are going live to your mother now, Lisa! Now, keep that tongue firmly lodged inside that asshole, and don’t even think about taking it out or trying to say anything. If you do, I’ll beat you black and blue, and your mother too!” he said with icy calm.

Pembroke watched the ragged female perk up as her phone rang. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture as he slipped into the smooth, unassuming Canadian accent of Terry.

“Ah, hello Lisa! I’ve been meaning to reach you, but your phone was off. It’s Terry Ferguson.”

Lisa froze, her breath hitching as she grabbed the phone with trembling fingers. “Oh ... Terry ... hi!”

She caught her breath and quickly composed herself, sitting up straighter, crossing her legs, and pulling her gown tightly around her shoulders. This was it—perhaps a lifeline, a chance to claw her way out of the suffocating pit her life had become. Terry’s smooth, reassuring voice reminded her of the promise San Francisco once held—a city of opportunity, escape, and second chances.

“I hope you’ve been well and enjoying your free time,” said Terry.

“Err ... yes, still studying and working on my projects,” Lisa lied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Well ... that is good, staying busy,” Terry replied distantly, his tone losing its warmth. “Lisa, I owed you this call after I promised to follow up. But I’m afraid I have slightly less good news than I shared with you last week. After speaking with my contacts, some ... unpleasantness has arisen regarding your life outside of work. I’m sorry, but I find it distasteful to go into detail. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“What ... no ... what do you mean?!” Lisa’s voice cracked with panic. “What does this have to do with work?!”

“My clients value professionalism, Lisa. They want to promote stability, safety, and family values in their workplaces. Many lifestyles are welcomed, but I cannot say they are impressed with your ... material.”

“But you don’t understand, Terry! Please! I was ... I was drugged! I didn’t even know I was filmed! I’m a decent woman!” Lisa’s voice was rising in desperation.

“Yes, yes, Lisa,” Terry said coolly, his voice detached. “Well, some of my contacts are saying otherwise. And I can only act according to their wishes. If they say no, then I must say no, I’m afraid.”

“No ... no...” Lisa’s voice broke into a whisper before rising into a guttural scream. “NOOOOO!”

Her cry echoed through the empty room, swallowed by the oppressive silence that followed. Terry had ended the call.

In the basement, Pembroke broke into a howl of triumph reaching around and pushing the back of Lola’s head, so her face disappeared even further into his ass.

Lola’s tongue continued to mechanically swirl inside his hole. She was so ashamed of herself, she had not said anything or made any attempt to get help during the call. Her mother needed her, and she needed her mother, they had both failed each other. She was a coward.

Pembroke’s cock had lifted like a lever during the call, it was now rock hard. “Come on Lola, get your tongue out of my ass and around my cock. See if you can redeem yourself! This time, if I don’t cum, I’ll use that flogger on you, so suck like a bitch!” he hollered.