Chapter 17

Maddie woke up feeling sore, her body aching. Her face was pressed into the coarse, hairy chest of “Daddy,” her head cradled on his arm. His other arm rested across the side of her face, and her nose brushed against sweaty chest hair. The stench of his sweat lingered around her, enveloping her in a suffocating cocoon. His heavy thigh was draped possessively over her hips, pinning her in place.

She didn’t want to make a noise, to wake him up again. Twice more during the night, he had woken up, and immediately fucked her again, cumming over her face, and in her ass again the next time. Each time her holes had been mercilessly pummelled. She now squeezed her legs together, trying to ease the pain down there.

Maddie hated being here. But she knew that if she didn’t breathe too loudly, she might avoid waking the monster which was worse. He stirred, rolling onto his back. The sheer mass of him shifted like a grotesque wave, rolls of fat reminding her of Jabba the Hutt. The motion dragged her with him until she found herself sprawled on top of him, trapped once again in the cage of his heavy arms.

She stared down at his immense jowls and double chin. Hot, sour breath escaped his slack mouth, snoring around crooked, yellowed teeth. His massive hand slid lazily down to her bottom, nearly engulfing both cheeks as it idly toyed with the line of her crack, all while his eyes remained firmly shut.

Her small, fragile frame barely disturbed him. She rose and fell with each heaving breath of his stomach, like body surfing on a wave.

After some time, his eyes opened and he smiled at the angelic teenager looking back at him.

“Morning, Maddie. How are you?” he asked, sniffing loudly, his voice thick with sleep.

“I’m sore ... Daddy,” she replied, hating herself as the demeaning word left her lips.

“All girls feel sore after their first time” he yawned. “But I’ve broken you in, so you should get used to it soon. It’s gonna be your whole life from now on, so you’ve no choice but to get used to my cock.” He licked his lips, and pulled her up, kissing her on the mouth. Maddie still tasted divine, whereas Pembroke tasted revolting.

“Now, the holes between your legs, I can give you a break there, but there’s nothing wrong here, kid is there” he said raising a sleepy eyebrow as he worked two fingers into her mouth.

Maddie looked dumbly back at him, her mouth ridiculously distended by his fingers moving in and out, side to side. “Now, one thing I didn’t get much of last night was your mouth really working on my cock. Morning blowjobs are something I really like, so get that ass down there now and work my cock and balls with your mouth.”

“Yes Daddy” Maddie knew better than to argue. She scooted down, pushing herself down with her hands on his vast expanse of flesh, until her face came up against his hard penis. It was huge, about nine inches, thick, framed with gnarly grey pubic hair, ending in two large balls building out of their sacs, flecked with hair at the base, and a large throbbing glistening purple head at the tip which was pointing to his belly button.

“Lift it up and start with the tip,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “Take it slow—don’t rush yourself. Try to get your nose all the way to my skin. It might take a while, but don’t worry, I’ll let you figure it out on your own this time. No need for me to push you down.”

Maddie licked her lips, swallowed hard, and wrapped her small hand around the base, her fingers barely able to encircle it. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the bulbous head and the glistening slit, before opening her mouth wide. With a deep breath, she guided the head past her lips, letting it stretch her jaw as she slowly moved down, taking it as far as she could, feeling it fill her mouth completely.

Pembroke closed his eyes, enjoying her attempts his hand lazily stroking her hair. He had done it, for all he knew, on the mainland he was a wanted man, on the evening news, as a suspect in Maddie’s kidnapping. But nothing could take away this moment, the night he had enjoyed.

Half an hour later, he finally let her finish, though she was still nowhere near good enough to make him cum. He would train her further, and harder, later in the day. Sex and training would fill her day when he was on the island other than when she was allowed to sleep.

“Come on, Maddie, let’s go for a walk!” Pembroke’s voice was oddly cheerful as he got up, stretched, and wandered off to the bathroom. Maddie sat there, perplexed, hearing the sound of him relieving himself. Moments later, he emerged wearing a pair of shorts and tossed something at her—it landed in a crumpled heap on her lap. Her swimsuit. The same one she’d worn around Loch Ness. She stared at it, confused and uneasy, unsure of what this “walk” might entail.

“Daddy, can I use the bathroom first?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, but only if I come in to watch you,” he replied with a mischievous smile. Maddie bit her lip in despair, as the reality sank in—there was no sanctity, no privacy left at all.

---------- Pembroke walked hand in hand with Maddie along the rugged shore, the waves splashing around their ankles. Maddie hissed softly at the cold water, her steps faltering as the chill seeped into her skin. Pembroke, however, barely seemed to notice now, perhaps, he pondered, it had been one of the reasons his health had somehow improved dramatically.

“You know, Maddie,” he said, his eyes lingering on her petite form in the black swimsuit, “when I saw you in that costume back at Loch Ness, I was insanely jealous. I knew I had to have you.” His voice softened, almost wistful. “I couldn’t even imagine walking with you like this—along the coast, out in the open. And yet, here we are.”

Maddie thought about how this creep must have been following her for weeks if not months. “Daddy, what is going to happen to me now?” She feared that now he had got her body, perhaps he wanted to ... dispose of her. “Have there been other girls on this island?”

“Now Maddie, that is for me to know and for you never to find out!” he laughed, patting her bottom affectionately enjoying the freedom of touching her outdoors as much as he wanted. “Now, let’s go into the water for a swim.”

“But ... it’s cold, and ... please, I can’t swim,” Maddie stammered, with fear, as a terrifying thought crept into her mind—was he planning to drown her?

“You didn’t say Daddy,” Pembroke said sharply, his tone suddenly dark and commanding. His eyes narrowed as he leaned closer. “Always say ... Daddy.”