Chapter 18

Maddie’s vision blurred as she stared at the wild waves crashing onto the shore, the salt spray stinging her face and soaking her skin. On her hands and knees, she rocked back and forth, as her ‘Daddy’ fucked her from behind. Each thrust into her was a hammer blow, driving deeper into her. Her back arched, hair a wild halo, as he slammed into her. Then, the recoil –as he withdrew, her head falling back towards the grass. Grunts and screams tore from her throat, a raw, animalistic sound as she tried to cope with the relentless assault on her cervix. As Pembroke gripped her bony hips, pulling her and pushing her onto his cock as he fucked her, he looked from her slim back and wild wavy hair to the waves, glorying in the freedom of fucking his slave, his prisoner, in the open air.

“Mmmmmmm ... I’m cumming!” Pembroke withdrew abruptly, grabbing her hair in a vice grip and pulling her face down towards his groin. She knew the drill. Maddie only had to open her mouth and stick her tongue under his cock, to wait for the spurt of hot fluid to hit her mouth. She quickly swallowed it.

“That was great, Maddie, but you carry on, play with yourself and make yourself cum!” said Pembroke. Maddie remained on all fours, relieved that the pain was gone but still reeling from the sensation of the pressure in her vagina which left a lingering itch that needed scratched. Pembroke stood and admired the view of the sea and the distant islands, paying scant regard to the naked teenage girl face down on the ground, with her hand furiously frigging her clit, moaning into the grass, her back arched and ass up and facing the waves, the saltwater wind splattering against her pussy and asshole. As he heard the inevitable long call of ecstasy from her, he smiled down at her, and gazed again out to sea, master of all he surveyed.

“Now, back to the house, my little one, patting her upturned ass cheeks, as her face sank into the grass, exhausted.

Kate McAllister sat stiffly across the table, her fingers gripping the edge of her chair. Detective Ferguson broke the silence.

“Mrs. McAllister, thank you for coming in. We’ve widened the investigation into Maddie’s disappearance. That’s why we had to search your house.” Kate’s jaw tightened.

“People are already gossiping, thinking we had something to do with Maddie going missing. You should be out there looking for her, not tearing our lives apart!” Detective MacLeod leaned forward.

“During the search, we found something important—Maddie’s diary.” Kate blinked.

“Maddie had a diary?” The detectives exchanged a glance.

“Yes,” MacLeod said.

“And there’s an entry you need to see.” He slid a photocopy across the table. Kate’s stomach sank as she recognized Maddie’s handwriting.

“A MONSTER VIOLATED ME TODAY. I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING PURE ANYMORE; NOW I’M JUST A FILTHY SLUT. THIS MAN TOOK ALMOST EVERYTHING FROM ME, HE TOUCHED ME THE WAY NO MAN SHOULD EVER TOUCH A CHILD BUT I FEEL I’M TO BLAME, AND I BELIEVE I AM. I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN TRUST MY FATHER TO HELP ME. AFTER TODAY, I DON’T THINK I’LL EVER THINK OF HIM THE SAME WAY AGAIN.” The blood drained from Kate’s face.

“What ... what is this? This can’t be real,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Ferguson’s voice was firm.

“Mrs. McAllister, the handwriting matches Maddie’s. The diary was hidden in her room. Is there anything unusual about her behavior you can tell us?” Kate’s voice rose.

“You’re not seriously suggesting Gerry—my husband—did something to Maddie? That’s absurd!” MacLeod’s tone remained calm.

“We’re not accusing anyone, but we can’t ignore this entry. Maddie wrote it a month before she disappeared, and there were reports of nightmares and screaming. We need to understand what she might have been trying to say.” Kate shoved the paper back.

“Nightmares? Yes, she had bad dreams! I told you that! But Gerry would never hurt her.” Ferguson leaned in.

“You witnesses reported that Maddie came into your tent while you and your husband were unclothed.” Kate flushed with anger.

“That was because she was screaming and we didn’t have time to dress! You’re twisting everything!” MacLeod softened his tone.

“Mrs. McAllister, I understand how this looks, but Maddie’s words raise questions we can’t ignore. If there’s anything that could help us understand, we need your full cooperation.” Kate’s breath caught.

“You’re wrong about Gerry. Maddie ... she must have been confused. That’s all this is—a misunderstanding.” For the first time, a flicker of doubt crept into Kate’s mind.

“Maddie’s face twisted in an uncontrollable expression of ecstasy as she faced the open sky. She lay naked on the ground, bound and spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles tied with ropes to four stakes driven firmly into the earth.” Pembroke loved the imagery in front of him—the young teenager stretched out on the grass like a pagan sacrifice. He ran his finger along her navel, tracing from the gap between her ribs and her flat chest, down to her belly button, past the hollow above her mons, and along her slit, fantasizing about how easily he could open her up, like some Viking ritual murder. Meanwhile, his other hand lingered at her armpit, tickling her and sending her into uncontrollable hysterics. Her body was taut, her hands gripping the ropes, allowing only slight bends at her elbows and knees as she thrashed helplessly, trying to escape his relentless fingers.

“Aaaahhh!” she shouted.

“Please, no more! I can’t stand it! Eeekkk!” Pembroke giggled, loving the look of reluctant pleasure on her face. He ran his other finger down to her clit and gently teased it, twirling the tiny little bud at the top of her labia like a tiny joystick.

“Ohhhhh...” she moaned, biting into a clump of grass, desperate for anything to help her control the burning waves of sensation rippling through her body. Pembroke studied her face intently, and just as she was about to orgasm, he withdrew his finger from her clit. Instead, he moved it to her other armpit, resuming his relentless tickling.

“Ahhhhhhh, noooo please Daddy...!” she cried, writhing her pelvis into the air, her glistening pussy desperate for any touch. Her arms flailed helplessly, like a puppet’s, as she struggled against the ropes, desperate to pull them down and stop the tickling.

“I love how you react to this,” soothed Pembroke.

“Please ... Daddy ... it’s too much ... aaa,” Maddie moaned.

“Now, if you want some relief and the tickling to stop, you need to talk about your father. What is his body like? His cock? Come on.” “No ... Daddy, please! There’s nothing ... too...” “Come on, Maddie. He’s no man if he hasn’t fucked you, but you must have seen him naked. What is his chest like?” “H ... hairy...” “His back?” “Not ... hh ... hairy...” “Do you think he’s handsome?” “I-I don’t know...” she stuttered, her mind blank, focusing only on trying to ignore the tickling.

“And you’re sure you’ve never seen his cock?” “No ... Daddy, I promise!” Pembroke smiled as she was forced to use “Daddy” to refer to him.

“Boring...” he said sarcastically.

“Now, what about your mummy? She made you wax your pussy, and you’ve heard her having sex with your father. What about her?” “What ... what do you mean?” “What are her tits like? Her nipples?” “They’re ... big! ... they’re ... round!” “Would you like to suck on them?” “She’s my mother!” “Haha, and I’m your daddy and you suck my cock!” Pembroke grinned wickedly.

“Euuuurghhh!” Maddie screamed, feeling like her mind was breaking under the relentless tickling.

“I bet your mummy wanted you to feed on those tits of hers. That’s why she kept bringing you into the tent,” he taunted.

“No ... Daddy, ... it was the ... nightmares...” “Who was in the nightmares?” Pembroke asked, his voice brimming with cruel delight.

“Hmmm ... I don’t want to ... the monster!” “Haha, me!” he exclaimed triumphantly. He suddenly stopped, bored of the conversation that was leading nowhere.

“Now, Maddie, time to continue your education. I have licked every square inch of your body, and quite a bit far into your insides too,” he winked at her.

“But I want you to get used to my body a bit more, not just my cock and balls and my mouth. Today, you are going to become intimately acquainted with my asshole.” Maddie groaned. She had seen it often enough—a bruised, angry-looking muscle she had tried to avoid focusing on while sucking and licking around the area. It was surrounded by coarse grey hair, damp with sweat, and God knows what else when his buttocks parted. She dreaded what was coming next, knowing that pleading would do her no good.

“Now, I will be giving you a treat for this challenge!” Pembroke said as he removed his shorts and T-shirt, standing naked in the warm afternoon sun, the breeze gently rustling the hair on his torso.

“I have some Nutella here. Do you like Nutella?” Maddie nodded sadly.

“I didn’t hear you,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied softly.

“I am going to smear it on my ass crack, and then I am going to squat over your face. I want you to lick it all off,” he said with a smile. He dipped his finger into the jar, scooping out a large glob, then reached behind him and smeared it between his ass cheeks, spreading it around his hairy hole.

“Hmmm, smells good already. You must be salivating,” he said with a grin. Maddie gagged as she stared up at the sun in the blue sky, tugging in vain at the knots around her wrists. She tried not to look until the very last moment, dreading what was coming. But then he approached, and the sunlight was blotted out by the looming eclipse of Pembroke’s ass descending toward her face.

“Don’t turn your face away, girl. Face up!” he commanded. Maddie kept her eyes tightly shut, the smell of Nutella mingling with the coarse hairs brushing against her cheeks. Her nose nudged against the sticky Nutella as she suppressed a whimper.

“Now, lick!” he ordered.

Maddie extended her tongue and curled it tentatively upward, pressing against the coarse, rough barrier of hair and skin. She tasted the Nutella, swallowing it down her throat as she tried to focus only on the flavor. After a while, she moved her face around, licking wherever she could find a hint of sweetness. Soon, the Nutella was gone, and she was left licking bare, sweaty skin. She could feel the large, wrinkled sphincter hovering just above her mouth. Pembroke took another glob of Nutella and rubbed it liberally around his asshole.

“More for you, my dear!” he said cheerfully. Soon, Maddie was licking vigorously, swallowing more Nutella, until she felt sick of it.

“Now concentrate on my asshole, Maddie. No more Nutella for now. Try to stick your tongue inside it—lick it to relax it, then force your tongue in, just like I do to you.” Maddie stared at the pulsating muscle in front of her. She swallowed her pride, braced herself against the horrible thought of what lay beyond, and began to lick it gently. Suddenly, she felt a buzz around her neck.

“Aaaaagghhh!” she cried out.

“Harder, Maddie, harder!” Pembroke demanded as he released the button on his watch, controlling the collar around her neck. Maddie caught her breath and swabbed his asshole with her tongue, feeling the ridges of his anus around the edges, including spots she didn’t want to think about. Then, folding her tongue inward like a sword, she plunged it into the winking gap.

“Oh yes, that feels good!” he sighed. After a few minutes of peaceful, relaxed rimming—at least from Pembroke’s point of view—he decided to make things more interesting by taking a chocolate bar from the pocket of his discarded shorts.

“Now, Maddie, time for a little friendly competition,” he said with a grin, towering over her, his mountain of hairy, wobbling flesh blotting out the sun.