Chapter 15

Maddie sat on the stool, immobilized, her eyes locked on the armchair opposite her. The anticipation of seeing her tormentor made her heart pound as she braced herself for his reveal. Suddenly, the lights went off, plunging her into darkness.

She heard the creak of a door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps. A figure entered the room, and the faint sound of the armchair shifting told her he had taken a seat. Straining against the darkness, she tried to make out his features, but it was impossible.

Then, the lights flickered back on, their brightness burning her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she forced her gaze forward—and there he was, her kidnapper. Maddie shook violently at the sight of him, nearly toppling of her stool.

It was an old man—dressed in nothing but a pair of obscene, tight red underpants. Maddie quickly took in this body from top to bottom, his gnarled feet, thick, meaty calves leading to fat, bulbous knees. A huge, sagging belly hung over the waistband of his underpants, and his chest drooped heavily, covered in coarse grey hair. His arms were enormous, his hands like spades, radiating strength and menace.

But it was his face that was the most terrifying of all. A jagged scar streaked across his features, adding to the grotesque spectacle of his hooked nose, long, furry eyebrows, and a wide mouth full of crooked, yellow teeth. His jowls and double chin seemed to melt into the folds of his neck, and his bald head gleamed, interrupted only by tufts of grey hair sprouting awkwardly from the sides.

And he was smiling. “Hello Maddie, time for us to be properly introduced.”

This was him—the monster from the hockey practice. The bandages were gone now, but his body bore the unmistakable marks of what must have been a horrific injury.

Maddie tried to stay calm, the solitary confinement and constant hunger had made her question reality, but she tried to think clearly. This man had sexually assaulted her in the outside world, and had then somehow kidnapped her and brought her here. But how?

Who are you?” was all Maddie could think to ask, her voice barely a whisper.

The man’s grotesque smile widened. “I am the man your parents warned you about,” he said, his tone dripping with cruel amusement. “The one they tried so hard to protect you from. But in the end ... well, they failed.”

Maddie tried to twist her wrists in her restraints but they barely moved. She was conscious of her skirt riding up her thighs, and crossed her legs as if to protect herself.

“You are somewhere where the police, your family, the world will never find you.” The man continued. “I will take you on a tour of your new environment soon. For now, I just want to emphasise what I told you earlier. You will be a nice, quiet, obedient little girl who does what she is told, when she is told. Do you understand?”

“Why am I here? What happened?” Maddie asked, wondering if he was the only one.

“I chose you—or fate chose you, whichever you prefer,” he said, still smiling. “You can blame your parents, though. They seem to have a rather ... unnatural ... interest in your body. His eyes raked over her top to bottom from her ankles to her head as he chuckled darkly. “But seeing you like this now, well ... it seems very natural, doesn’t it?”

Maddie’s stomach churned a little more. “No, my parents are not like that, and they will be looking for me, how do you know them?”

He raised his eyebrows and spread his hands theatrically. “They practically handed you to me on a silver platter,” he sneered. “They did all the hard work, and I was just ... in the right place at the right time.”

“You followed us around, why though, why?” Maddie was almost screaming, the stool moving under her.

“Now, now, Maddie,” he said, his voice calm but laced with menace. “Stay calm and quiet. I don’t like restless girls—never have. Which is why I picked you.”

He leaned forward slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto her. “Let me ask you this ... did you tell anyone about me? After I fingered you in your hockey outfit ... and I kissed you?”

“No ... no, I didn’t,” she admitted wearily, her shoulders slumping as she realised how close she had been to doing so, and how it would have saved her.

“I don’t need to ask you why, Maddie,” he said smugly,”I knew it from the moment I saw you—the slightly drooping shoulders, the downcast eyes, the fear written all over you.”

He chuckled darkly, leaning forward again with a cruel gleam in his eyes. “I’m a natural when it comes to spotting vulnerable girls. The moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the perfect target,” he gloated. “I took a chance, and it paid off—I chose a weak, frightened, shy little thing, didn’t I, Maddie? And you made it so easy for me ... easy to touch you, easy to take you.”

He leaned back again, watching as Maddie sniffed and began to sob quietly, her body trembling with humiliation and despair.

“Don’t worry, Maddie,” he continued with an air of condescension. “Those pathetic qualities of yours? They’ll help you now. They’ll make it easier for you to adapt to your new life and become the girl I’m going to train you to be.”

Maddie’s mind raced through the past few months, overwhelmed by a storm of “if onlys.” This man must have been following her during her holiday, stealing her underwear, filming her, and doing God knows what else for God knows how long. She still wondered who he really was, but she didn’t have the heart to ask. Deep down, she knew any answer would only deepen her despair and lead her nowhere.

“Now, Maddie,” he said, his gaze lingering on her crossed legs. His tongue flicked across his lips as he stared at the way her thighs were almost fully exposed, the skirt falling limply to the sides, barely covering her. “Why don’t you uncross those pretty legs for me? It’s not like it would be anything I haven’t already seen. Don’t get me wrong I like girls who are modest but I think I’d like to have a glimpse of those cute panties I know are hidden away there between your thighs.”

Maddie felt like throwing up with stress, with her arms immobilized at her sides, her legs were her only defense—the only barrier between him and what he might try to do. Saying nothing, she pressed her thighs tightly together, a feeble attempt to shield herself.

“Please, Maddie?” he chuckled darkly, his tone both mocking and threatening. “Or do I need to send a little signal to that pretty collar around your neck?” He paused, letting the implication linger before adding, “Or maybe I could just use my hands. It’s up to you.”

Looking down at her lap, Maddie hesitantly parted her legs slightly, just enough to comply. The movement made her feel unbearably exposed, as if a laser beam was shooting from his eyes, crawling up her legs and burning into that most vulnerable spot.

“Sexy little fox” mumbled Pembroke, his lips drooling as he looked at the little triangle of white cotton between her flesh.

He rose slowly from the armchair and made his way to her, lowering himself to his knees in front of her. Gently, he parted her knees further, positioning himself between them, his eyes now almost level with hers. Their faces were so close she could feel his breath, and his hands brushed up her thighs, stopping just shy of the hem of her panties.

“Look at me Maddie” he said gently.

Maddie lifted her face, now scrunched with silent tears and etched with fear, slowly meeting his gaze. Her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto his large, dark eyes that seemed to swallow her whole.

“You won’t ever see your parents again,” he said solemnly, his breath hot and invasive as it mingled with hers. “I am going to be your owner, your master, your lover. I’ll look after you, keep you clean, keep you confined.” He paused, his eyes boring into hers. “And I am also going to punish you, fuck you, lick you, eat you.”

Maddie flinched violently, her whole body tensing as she winced and turned her face to the side, desperate to escape his gaze. She tried to rock the stool beneath her, her movements frantic, shutting her eyes tightly as she let out a muffled, strangled scream, her fear and despair overwhelming her.

Edward Pembroke smiled at her feeble attempts, she was so helpless against him. He ran his hand over her cheek to turn her back to face him.

“So, you could say I will be a father figure—the right kind of father figure,” he said. “That’s why, from now on, you will call me Daddy.”

“No!” Maddie cried out, with defiance as she kept her head turned, trying desperately to avoid the grotesque face that loomed just centimeters from hers. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, tears streaming as she clung to the last shreds of resistance within her.

“Yes, you will call me Daddy, every time you speak to me. I am your Daddy from now on and we will be doing all the things little girls and their daddies should.” Maddie opened her eyes to see his eyes large and vacant like a child.

“My ... my father did not do this to me, it’s wrong!” she stuttered out.

“Well, he must have wanted to, you have a gorgeous body, Maddie, and if I had been your father, you would never have let you be taken, because you would never have been out of my bedroom” he guffawed.

“This is wrong, this is ... illegal!” Maddie cried out, as she became acutely aware of his fingers brushing against her crotch,.

“Here, I am the law, Maddie. I am your Daddy” Pembroke was raising his voice now, growing impatient.

“No ... this is wrong, you are going to get in trouble, my parents...”

“Your parents failed you, too interested in having sex and perving over you...”

“They weren’t!” she cried, thinking of her parents. “They are good, not like you!”

As she made the statement, Maddie looked into his eyes, and for a split second, defiance flickered within her. But almost instantly, it dissolved into fear and meekness as Pembroke held her gaze, his presence overpowering.

“This is your new life, Maddie, and I am your Daddy,” he said calmly. “Now, I’ve been patient so far...” His finger ran slowly over her trembling lips, across her tear-streaked cheekbones, tracing the trail of her tears “ ... but now, I’m going to have to start punishing you for disobedience. You need to start calling me—and thinking of me—as your Daddy.”

Maddie could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she forced the words out. “OK, just please don’t hurt me.”

Pembroke’s expression darkened as he gripped her thigh hard with one hand, his other hand wrapping around her slender neck over the collar. He squeezed just enough to choke her slightly, making her gasp.

“You didn’t say it,” he growled.

“Uhh ... say what?” Maddie stammered.

“Maddie,” he said coldly, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on her throat, “you will call me Daddy every time you speak to me.”

“Sorry ... sorry ... Daddy,” she said, finally submitting.

“Who is your Daddy?” Pembroke asked, his tone now soft, as he gently stroked her hair back from her face, brushing it away from her tear-streaked cheeks.

“You ... you are my Daddy,” Maddie whispered with resignation.

“Good,” Pembroke said with a smile. “Now, as your new Daddy, it would be remiss of me not to check whether my little girl has followed instructions and made herself presentable,” he added with a deliberate wink. “Time to check if you’ve shaved properly.”

Maddie tensed up, her entire body stiffening as she felt Pembroke’s fingers glide along her inner thigh, slipping inside the waistband of her panties. Her breath hitched as his fingertips squeezed into the space between the stool and her undercarriage, against her pussy, tracing along her most sensitive flesh. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she felt the large fingers rubbing aggressively the tips occasionally slipping into her hole.

“Now, Maddie,” he said with a twisted smirk, “that seems nice and smooth all over. But now it’s time to check if you’ve cleaned your asshole properly. Did you clean it?”

“Yes...” Maddie whispered as she barely managed to get the word out, overwhelmed by the humiliating question and the invasive sensation of his finger against her most sensitive, private flesh.

“Yes what?” he pressed, his voice firm and expectant.

“Yes, Daddy,” Maddie replied reluctantly, as she raised her eyes to the ceiling in a mix of humiliation and exasperation.

At that moment, Pembroke slipped his index finger deep into her asshole, his grin widening as Maddie’s eyes went wide in shock, and she let out a startled squeak, the stool legs rattling as she jerked about.

“Nice,” he said, feeling the velvet warmth of her insides, the little fissures and textures of the most private hole of the girl before him—someone he could once only dream about, but now he was exploring her asshole.

He withdrew his finger and ostentatiously brought it to her face, holding it under her nose. “Tell Daddy what it smells like,” he demanded with a cruel smirk.

Maddie was mortified, still feeling the lingering sensation of her anus twitching from the invasive act. Now, being forced to smell it, she cringed, her face contorting in disgust. Despite her efforts to pull away, she couldn’t avoid him pressing his finger against her nostrils. To her surprise, it smelled ... clean.

“Tell me, Maddie, does it smell good?”

“Yes ... it smells ... clean,” Maddie whispered reluctantly,.

“You forgot to say Daddy, Maddie,”

“It smells clean, Daddy,” Maddie replied, her voice barely audible.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Now suck the finger.”

Maddie stared at the finger as it moved closer, slipping between her lips and parting them. She tried desperately to avoid the man gaze, but his eyes were fixed on her with the unsettling fascination of a child marveling at a new toy.

Pembroke enjoyed the wet warmth of her mouth, the way her soft tongue glided beneath his finger. He let his fingertip explore, tracing along the smoothness of her gums and the roof of her mouth. Her teeth, pristine and white, seemed to gleam as he marveled at their straight, perfect alignment. The contrast of her pink, supple tongue against the clean, delicate flesh of her mouth fascinated him. Here, he could explore every inch of Maddie’s body like the toy she was, with no resistance, no worry about police or family.

He finally withdrew his finger and sucked on it, keeping his eyes on Maddie, on the bright blue irises and the pupils flickering slightly.

“Well, that was quite the introduction, Maddie, but you know what might ease the tension and seal our new relationship? Well, I think Daddy’s little girl should give him a kiss.”

Maddie’s stomach seemed to twist in response to the question, but she knew she had no choice. Her lips remained frozen, unable to respond.

“What do you say to that, Maddie, eh?” he prompted, his tone expectant.

“Whatever you want,” she muttered, her voice flat and devoid of energy.

“That’s a very flippant tone, young lady,” he replied sharply, his gaze narrowing. “Especially when speaking to your Daddy.”

“Sorry ... Daddy” she murmured back.

“So, can I kiss you?” he asked, his face lighting up with a wide, grotesque smile that only made him more repulsive.

“Yes ... yes Daddy” she almost choked out the words.

“Good girl,” Pembroke murmured as he leaned in closer, his wet, slobbery lips pressing firmly against hers. Maddie recoiled internally as his tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the intrusion of his fingers earlier. The taste and smell weren’t as nauseating as she remembered from the hockey grounds—this time, there was a faint hint of alcohol and toothpaste—but it was no less revolting. Her small tongue felt overpowered, beaten down by his relentless, forceful movements, a cruel replay of how her smaller body was being abused by him.

Pembroke finally broke off, breathing heavily. “You taste wonderful, Maddie, we are going to have so much fun...”

Maddie braced herself, her stomach churning as she prepared for the inevitable. She knew what rape was and fully expected Pembroke to take his “thing” out now, from beneath his underpants—something she had avoided looking at throughout the entire encounter.

But instead, he surprised her. “Let’s go for a walk,” Pembroke said, his tone unexpectedly cheerful. “I want to show you my new home!”

Pembroke stood up, his massive frame towering over her, the bulge in his underpants brushing her face as he moved. He then bent down pressing his hairy belly into her face as he untied her wrists.