Chapter 20

A year had passed since Maddie had been taken from her family and brought to Edward Pembroke’s island, though she could only piece it together from the shifting seasons and the changes in her own body. Pembroke deliberately forbid any mention of her family, her past life, or the news beyond the island.

On that anniversary morning, Maddie stood in the kitchen, the faint sizzle of bacon and eggs on the stovetop filling the air. The aroma was rich and enticing, but she knew it wasn’t meant for her. Her focus remained on the task, ensuring everything was cooked just the way Daddy liked it.

She wore a tight, sailor outfit, the short pleated skirt swishing lightly as she moved, her thigh-high stockings emphasizing the curve of her legs. The fabric hugged her blossoming 32B breasts snugly, bursting out beneath a blue bow at the collar.

Her eyes flicked nervously to the clock on the wall, ensuring she’d finish in time. She knew Daddy didn’t like waiting for his breakfast. She plated the bacon and eggs carefully, arranging them neatly before setting the plate on the table, just the way he preferred.

The sound of his footsteps approaching made her heart race. She pulled her skirt up, hoping that her Daddy would notice her frilly white panties under her skirt and bent performatively over the stove just as he walked in.

“Hmm smells good Maddy” beamed Pembroke.

“Breakfast is ready, Daddy,” she said sweetly, her voice soft and deferential.

He glanced at the plate, nodding with satisfaction before sitting at the table, and reaching up her legs under skirt and feeling the soft smooth flesh of her inner thighs and the material of her panties. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words sending a smile to her face.

“I think your breakfast is down here, Maddie” he winked, before tucking in.

“As you wish, Daddy.” Maddie understood, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled beneath the table at her Daddy’s behest. Her fingers traced Pembroke’s hairy legs and inner thighs, causing his dressing gown to part and reveal his manhood. She suckled on the flaccid cock, sucking it with delicate suction and skilful tongue movements, understanding that her Daddy wanted to eat comfortably and not get too aroused yet. She stroked his balls gently and cautiously moved her finger between his ass and the chair to finger his asshole.

Pembroke enjoyed the breakfast, reflecting on a wonderful year. He had lost weight and had never felt healthier, ditching his drug and alcohol addiction for an addiction to sex and control with Maddie. He did not think about his diagnosis much, and did not dare hope that it was a mistake or that it had somehow been cured.

One thing he could relax about, was that no one was looking for Edward Pembroke for any of his crimes including the kidnapping of Maddie McAllister. Her parents, Gerry and Kate, had been put on trial for charges including murder, child cruelty, sexual abuse, perverting course of justice and neglect and abandonment. Every sordid detail of their lives had been splashed across social media and their lives had been destroyed.

Their lawyers had got them off the murder charge, but only a technicality, which had the effect of the entire country, including the police, still considering them as guilty. But they had each been found guilty of the lesser charges.

Kate had been found guilty of neglect and perverting the course of justice and was shortly going to be released from her sentence. Gerry was facing a much longer sentence including sexual abuse and child cruelty. The search for Maddie had long dried up, with fantasists reporting sightings in Argentina, Cambodia and Senegal and many other places.

Pembroke finished his breakfast, wiping his mouth on his napkin, and enjoying the blowjob he was getting under the table.

“Enough for now Maddie” he said “ you can have your breakfast now.

Maddie got up, wiping her mouth, a little disappointed she had not made her Daddy cum. She watched him pace to the fridge, and take out a large pot of slop, mashed up vegetables, potatoes and meat, and scoop some of it out and pop it into a large cat-BOWL.

When he turned around, Maddie was kneeling at her designated place for meals. He smiled and patted her head as he put the bowl in front of her. She moved her head down to the bowl, and ate quietly.

“Such a good girl,” he said, glancing at her with a satisfied smirk. “You know your place.”

---------- Gerry McAllister walked through the cold, gray corridors of the maximum-security prison, his half-eaten breakfast forgotten in his hands. His mind was consumed by thoughts of Maddie. Where was she? Could she really be dead? It was hard to fathom how his life had unraveled in just a year.

A year ago, he’d been a successful doctor with a picture-perfect family—a beautiful wife, a loving daughter, and, admittedly, a few women on the side. Now, his daughter was missing, presumed dead, and he was in prison, convicted, if not of her murder, then he might as well have been. The bitter injustice gnawed at him, his heart heavy with despair.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the quick footsteps behind him until it was too late.

“Fucking child killer!” someone shouted.

Before Gerry could react, a fellow inmate lunged at him, delivering a brutal punch to the side of his head. The force sent Gerry stumbling forward before he was shoved to the ground. Dazed and disoriented, he had no time to defend himself as the attacker began kicking him violently, each blow landing with sickening force.