Chapter 16

Pembroke let Maddie stew a little longer in her room, letting her cry herself out. He deliberated what to do next. He took another walk by the sea, then took another look at the footage of Maddie’s room. She was curled up in a ball in the corner. He decided to announce his intention.

“Maddie, I will come down to fetch you in about an hour, and we will then make love and sleep together. Just to let you know, I will be taking your virginity in your pussy and your asshole, so prepare yourself.”

Terror seized Maddie as she heard the news, her cries erupting in a torrent of fear and despair, punctuated by anguished screams of ‘Noooo’.” Meanwhile Pembroke laughed to himself in the control room, Maddie’s screams only making him harder.

Pembroke prepared himself, and decided to wait just a bit more than an hour, letting Maddie torture herself in the room. Finally, he opened her door remotely.

Maddie heard the “click” of the door unlock and then the voice. “Come out and come upstairs Maddie, the doors are unlocked for you.”

Maddie’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as the walls of the room seemed to close in on her. Her chest tightened painfully, and she pressed her palms against her forehead, telling herself to breathe.

She told herself that whatever was going to happen, would happen, she couldn’t stop him. But she could stay alive, and hope that she might escape, or that someone would find her here, or visit the island. Surely someone must visit an island like this?

With a heavy heart, she left the room, walked through the open secure door and began the ascent, her steps carrying her towards the blinding light of the main floor entrance.

She walked into the main of the main floor, bathed in the warm orange glow of the setting sun, spilling through wide windows that framed the vast expanse of green grass and the endless, restless sea beyond. For a moment, the beauty of the view struck her, so incongruous with the horror of her situation.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Pembroke emerged from an adjacent room, in a Kimono robe carrying a bottle of champagne with two glasses.

“You made it,” he said, his voice smooth. “Good. I was beginning to think I’d have to come fetch you. The view really is spectacular, isn’t it?” he said, gesturing toward the window. “I always find the sunsets here ... romantic.”

Maddie stayed standing, knees together and arms crossed, looking like the nervous frightened schoolgirl she was in her short skit and blouse.

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“Now, Maddie, come join me and have a glass of champagne.”

Maddie considered the invitation. Why not? Alcohol couldn’t possibly make things any worse, though she had never tasted it before.

“Okay,” she whispered hesitantly.

“Did you enjoy the spanking that much?” Pembroke smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean ... Yes, Daddy, I’d love some champagne,” she blurted out hurriedly.

“Good girl,” Pembroke said smoothly, pouring her a glass of champagne. He gestured for her to join him on a high chair by the kitchen bar, both seats positioned to face the sprawling view of the window.

He raised his glass to hers. “To us,” he said with a wide smile.

“To ... us,” Maddie replied hesitantly, she tapped her glass against his. Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a tentative sip. The champagne was sharp and bitter but tasted nice than the piss and cum she had been forced to swallow earlier, and but she swallowed it down. Gritting her teeth, she drank more, this time faster, as if hoping it might dull the edges of what was going to happen.

“Hmm, you really are lovely, Maddie,” Pembroke murmured, as he reached out to play with a strand of her hair. Maddie pretending to be engrossed in the view as the last of the champagne slid down her throat, wishing they would just get it over with.

Pembroke took in her figure again: her blouse revealed her bra, and bare skin peeked at her throat and stomach it was so tight and short, and her skirt had ridden up around her hips as she perched on the high chair, her knickers visible between her thighs.

“I wonder—do you fuck on the first date, Maddie?” Pembroke grinned.

Maddie stared back at him, too shocked to reply.

“I’m waiting for your answer, Maddie,” Pembroke said, his tone sharp. “There’s a right answer and a wrong one. Do you want another glass before you answer?”

“Yes please ... Yes plead Daddy!” she quickly correct herself.

She soon had another full glass and drank it steadily as she felt her captor’s hand on her knee, then slide up her thigh, right up her skirt towards her groin and massaged his hand against her pussy through her panties.

Maddie didn’t want the drink to end. When it did, she had to confront the reality, the hand between her legs, his thirsty eyes on her.

“Are you going to fuck me on our first date, Maddie?” Pembroke asked, his grin cutting cruelly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice steady despite the knot of disgust tightening in her stomach. Wiping her mouth clean, she steeled herself, looking at the sea.

But Pembroke turned her face toward his, leaning in to kiss her. The kiss deepened into a passionate snog, his hands roaming over her body across her flat chest, her legs, and then unbuttoning her blouse.

Pembroke then trailed his tongue along her neck, savoring her involuntary gasp as her blouse fell open. He was determined to take his own pleasure but wanted her to feel something—whether she wanted to or not. His hand slid over her bra, then beneath it, cupping the ever so slight swell of her breasts and brushing against the firm peaks of her nipples.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” he said, gripping her hand firmly. Maddie, so short that her feet barely grazed the floor, had to shift uncomfortably to slide her butt off the high chair.

They stepped into the next room—a modest double bedroom, uncomfortably ordinary, yet steeped in Pembroke’s scent, mingled with stale cigarettes. Maddie heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. When she turned around, her stomach lurched at the sight of Pembroke—naked except for a thong. The huge flabby hairy body towered over her like a mountain of bloated flesh, his ugly scarred head atop it. Just a thin line of fabric between his legs covered his manhood.

His face suddenly contorted, twisting into an animalistic snarl, and he shoved her off her feet onto the bed. He pounced on her, seizing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress, spreading her arms wide. His massive frame bore down on her, crushing her under his weight as he plunged his mouth onto hers.

Maddie shut her eyes, bracing herself against the invasion of his tongue. It lashed angrily, an unrelenting, violent worm exploring every corner of her mouth, as if trying to force its way down her windpipe. She felt his foreign saliva dripping down her throat mingling wither own.

His hand moved roughly under her back, fumbling to open her bra but failing. Maddie’s eyes darted to his face—red with frustration, his bushy brows furrowed in rage. With a growl, he brought his hands to the front, and with a sudden roar, his massive hands tore the bra apart. Spittle flecked her face as he snarled, his control unraveling before her eyes. Maddie whimpered in terror, feeling helpless against this apelike aggression.

He opened his mouth wide and bit down on her nipple, his teeth sinking in before he began to suck—hard and relentless, as if trying to pull it off her chest. Maddie squealed in pain, her voice breaking. “No ... stop! It hurts—aaaah!”

But Pembroke was past listening to her, she was just a thing now, a doll that he was going to devour. He moved to the next nipple, sucking and biting and chewing, looking with satisfaction at the slight drawing of blood as her tiny hands tried to push him off ineffectually.

“Hmm, Daddy’s fucking hungry,” he snarled, saliva dripping from his mouth as he chomped, bit, and licked his way down her body. His tongue attacked her belly button with feral intensity, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake.

Maddie stroked her nipples, half in pain and half recovering from the sensation she had never had before, of having her small tits played with. She writhed but didn’t resist as Pembroke grabbed her legs, lifting them to remove her shoes and socks. He brought her feet together at his mouth, his tongue obscenely darting between her toes and dragging slickly across her soles.

He then pulled off his thong, revealing his engorged cock, standing at full attention as if aimed directly at her. His gaze lingered on her light, delicate frame—lily-white and fragile, with only a thin skirt and thong separating him from his version of heaven. With a theatrical flourish, he reached down, unbuttoned her skirt, and flung it across the room.