Chapter 19

Pembroke and Maddie were outside again, enjoying one of the last warm evenings of summer. Pembroke lounged on his deckchair, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, smoking a cigar, and watching Maddie, who was naked and performing for his amusement.

“Daddy says ... turn around, bend over, stick your head between your legs, and stick your tongue out at me while saying, ‘I’m a stupid girl.’”

Maddie, with sweat dripping off her after hours of this “game,” turned around wearily. She planted her hands on the grass, lowered her head, looked at Pembroke upside down, stuck her tongue out, and mumbled, “I’m a sth-sthupid girl...”

Pembroke giggled and clapped like a seal. Every now and then, Maddie was reminded that he was completely unhinged.

“Daddy says ... stick your left index finger up your asshole in that position and say it again.”

Maddie checked to ensure it was the correct finger, then moved it between her cheeks and into her asshole. She repeated the demeaning phrase, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” Pembroke said with a delighted grin. “Now, Daddy says cluck around like a chicken again!”

Maddie sighed deeply, squatted low, brought her hands to her armpits, flared out her elbows, stuck her ass out, and began clucking. She took small, aimless steps around the yard, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation.

She could hear Pembroke giggling behind her and wished more than anything to be somewhere else. She tried to focus outside her body, imagining the sound of the sea in the distance ... anything to escape this never-ending nightmare.

Buzz!

She felt the jolt to her neck and yelped in pain. It was her shock collar—Daddy had activated it.

“No slouching, Maddie! Keep up the chicken impersonation until I tell you to!”

Maddie bit her lip, suppressing the urge to scream in anger. She continued her ridiculous, humiliating chicken walk and squawking, fearing another shock. Behind her, her tormentor slapped his thigh in laughter, like an overgrown, handicapped child.

“Stop!”

Maddie sighed in relief at the break, her body trembling from exhaustion. But then, without warning— Buzz!

“Aaaaagh!” she screamed, clasping her neck in pain.

“Stupid bitch,” Pembroke teased. “I didn’t say ‘Daddy says.’ You need to remember the rules.”

Maddie’s eyes watered as she reluctantly went back to her humiliating chicken walk.

Pembroke took another drag of his cigar, the only sounds around them being the cries of seagulls above and the pathetic squawks of the exhausted girl in front of him.

“That’s enough of that game for today,” he finally said. “Game over. Maddie, I want you to crawl over here and lick my feet.”

Maddie stood frozen, defying him, waiting silently for the inevitable collar shock.

Buzz!

“Ahh ... Daddy, I thought it was a trick!” she complained. “You didn’t say ‘Daddy says!’”

“It’s not a trick. The game is over. Now crawl over here and lick my feet,” he said impatiently.

He lifted the soles of his bare feet off the grass, ready for Maddie, as she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward his soiled, smelly, dirty feet. That familiar knot formed in her stomach, and she tried desperately to push it away.

She tried to imagine it wasn’t her tongue—she told herself she was far away, in her mind. She tried to imagine being outside with her parents, playing frisbee, anything but this degrading, disgusting act.

But she couldn’t avoid the feeling, as her tongue ran along the soles of his feet, tasting soil, grass, sweat, and the unpleasant ridges of his bunions. She obediently lapped her tongue up and down, suppressing the urge to retch.

“Oh yes, good girl,” he sighed. “Now, between the toes, and then suckle each of them one by one. Take your time—there’s no hurry,” he laughed.

He relished the sight of Maddie trying to overcome her discomfort, her pink tongue flashing between his hairy toes. Her small hands, barely big enough to grasp his feet, held them steady as she sucked on each toe obediently.

After a few more minutes, Pembroke slouched further down on the deckchair, his ass nearly resting at the very edge. He took his feet away from her mouth and lifted them into the air. Sliding his shorts off, he rested his thighs on the handles of the deckchair, exposing himself completely, like he was positioned on a gynaecological chair, legs spread wide.

“Now, give me a rim job you little whore” he said roughly.

Maddie shuffled up to the red, angry, gaping hole, pulsing as if waiting for her mouth, the hairs around it blowing in the wind, the large saggy balls swaying above it. She leaned forward, danced out her tongue again, and circled the anus, gazing down as it opened further like a portal, and then slipped her tongue inside it, wriggling it and listening for his appreciative moans and sighs.

“Hmm, God, that’s great. You know, Maddie, there’s no way I could persuade the ugliest, most desperate, drug-addled prostitute out there to lick my asshole. But here, I have my perfect, beautiful little slave, and she does it all for her Daddy,” he laughed cruelly.

“Now, my balls, please, Maddie.”

Maddie moved up to the wrinkly scrotal sac and licked and sucked.

“Gently,” he ordered with steel in his voice.

Maddie knew she had to be careful with his balls. He didn’t care if he drew blood when biting down on her thighs, her pussy, or her nipples, or bruised her neck with bites, but she had to be extra careful not to cause him the merest discomfort.

“Now suck my cock and finger my ass, you have thirty minutes to make me cum,” he checked his watch, then lay back as if dozing while the poor little girl sucked, licked, and fingered, now getting her nose right down past his pubic hair to the rolls of fat underneath as his cock stretched he oesophagus. Out of the corner of her eye, as she bobbed her head up and down on him, she noticed the birds flying up and over the waves and dreamed of the same freedom.

--------- Maddie was standing at attention. She was in the main room, with the vista of the shore, the sea, and the blue sky visible through the large window beside her. Despite the beautiful view, her attention remained fixed on her Daddy, who was sitting on the armchair opposite her.

She wore a French maid costume, the lacy black stockings held up by delicate suspenders and frilly black knickers peeking out from beneath her short, playful dress. A crisp white apron was tied around her waist, and a bonnet sat atop her head, a reminder of the long day spent cleaning the house while having to deal with her Daddy’s wandering hands.

“Stand straight, Maddie!” Pembroke commanded. Maddie complied, her hands crossed respectfully in front of her.

Pembroke, wearing only his dressing gown, stared appreciatively at his slave.

“Now, for your review. Let’s see.” He had made some small notes, more for his own amusement and theatricality than for remembering them.

“Overall, very good, your pussy and your asshole are still nice and tight, but you can take my cock very deeply and hard in both. And you’re in good health, very nice!” he smiled.

Maddie mumbled, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Now, onto a very important skill: cocksucking. You have the ability to make me cum, but it seems you rely heavily on fingering my prostate. And when we’re in the 69 position, you seem to struggle a bit...”

“It’s hard Daddy, when you are licking me I find it hard to concentrate...”

“Silence! Moving on, you are obedient, but overall, you still sometimes mumble, forget to call me ‘Daddy,’ and occasionally interrupt or answer back. You need to work on that, young lady.”

“Sorry Daddy.”

“Cleanliness—let’s see. We need to work on your chores. Didn’t you do any chores around the house when you lived with your parents? You really need to work harder when you scrub; the place is still a little dirty. More work to be done there.”

Maddie remained silent. She had worked so hard cleaning the house in preparation for the review, but now, hearing the critique, she felt defeated.

“And your own body ... hmmm, occasionally I still find stubble in your armpits and between your legs. That needs to be worked on. You must be smooth at all times for your Daddy, even if that means shaving twice a day...”

Maddie squirmed in embarrassment, thinking of blushes and spankings she endured every time a hair was discovered.

“Now ... because we don’t want you getting pregnant, that means anal sex almost every day, at least to finish inside you. So you have the burden of getting fucked in the ass quite a bit, and that sweet little butthole of yours has performed the task admirably, I know my cock is quite big. But that means, as you well know young lady, that a clean bottom must be maintained at all times...”

Maddie went red as she saw him tut to himself, knowing what would come next.

“But you do come up short sometimes, there was some ... unpleasantness on my cock when I pulled out of your ass last night, wasn’t there?” he looked at her disapprovingly.

“Yes” gulped Maddie, “But Daddy, sorry ... but I did ... suck it off right away and lick your cock clean” she winced at the memory of the appalling taste she had to endure.

“Yes, I suppose that is fair” he said thoughtfully but then furrowed his brow. “Still it’s unfortunate that your Daddy has to see that when he wants to fuck your ass, so you need to work on cleaning out your ass more thoroughly too. Remember, it’s nine inches up your ass that I go.”

Maddie said nothing, she didn’t see how she could comply with that – his cock was huge.

Pembroke furrowed his brow, deliberating like a judge reaching a decision.

“Very well. I have both a reward for your hard work and a punishment to keep you motivated. Which would you prefer first?” Maddie knew that the “reward” was most likely a cruel joke.

“I’ll take the reward first please, Daddy.”

Barely looking up, Pembroke pulled out a chocolate bar, broke it into bits, and tossed it on the ground in front of Maddie. “There, a bar of chocolate. Eat it off the ground like a good girl.”

Maddie dropped to her hands and knees, slowly shuffling forward and lowering her face to take each piece of chocolate between her teeth and chew, including the crumbs, eating them quietly. A sense of dread washed over her as she braced herself for the punishment she knew was coming.