Chapter 24

Edward Pembroke took a swig of whiskey to get himself ready. He had dreamt of something like this. All the stuck up bitches who ignored him, all the girls who had run away from in disgust, this was payback.

As the glamorous Kate McAllister came into the main floor of the house, she was blown away. The sunlight almost blinded her, but she got used to the stunning vista of the ocean and the greenery through the huge window, and the ordinary hi tech layout of the main room, like a normal house. The sounds of her heels clicking on the floor were the only sound in the air, as her daughter padded beside her in her bare feet, still holding her hand.

“Where is he, Maddie? Where is the bastard who is holding us?” Kate suddenly got a shot of life by the signs of life. She was now sure she was not dead or dreaming. Some sex maniac had kidnapped her daughter, and now she was going to rescue her.

Maddie felt a little offended by her mother’s language. “Don’t talk that way about Daddy,” she said.

“You’ve been brainwashed Maddie” hissed Kate, turning and now towering over her daughter in her high heels.

Suddenly, Pembroke walked in, dressed in a dressing gown, his bare chest exposed. Kate stared at him in horror. He was a monster—a towering figure well over six feet tall, much taller than her even in heels. Hugely fat, with jowls and a double chin, he was bald except for sparse grey hair. Coarse hairs sprouted from every patch of exposed skin. His cruel, furrowed, drooping eyebrows framed a hooked, oversized nose. His crooked teeth gleamed in a cruel smile as he gazed at them. Though physically imposing, he was revolting to look at.

As Kate realized that this was “Daddy”—the man who had brainwashed and forced her daughter into disgusting acts, keeping her captive for a year—she felt a wave of nausea rise within her. She wanted to throw up.

“Hello, Kate. We’ve met before—briefly—and crossed paths a few other times. I doubt you’d remember. But from now on, you will know me as ‘Daddy.’”

“Like hell I will!” Kate was tensed and ready to fight. “You fucking pervert you will pay for what you’ve done!”

“Maddie, I need you to stand in the corner, facing the wall. This won’t be easy for you to witness, but it’s necessary. I’m going to rape your mother. It will be violent—brutal, even—but she needs to be broken in, just as we discussed.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Maddie whispered, her voice trembling. She shuffled to the corner, her slim frame hunched in submission. Her hands joined in front of her, and her pert buttocks clenched tightly within her swimsuit, betraying her terror. She stared at the wall, her back turned to the horror unfolding behind her.

Kate’s anger dissolved into terror. She glanced around, desperate to find something—anything—to defend herself. But her arms and legs were still weak, and her heels made it nearly impossible to move quickly.

Pembroke tore off his gown, revealing his naked body underneath. His cock stood rigid, pointing upward like a weapon aimed at Kate’s face. She gasped, recoiling at the grotesque sight of his hairy, jiggling frame—his body undulated like a lava lamp, his arms thick and menacing as meat hooks. Before she could raise her hands to shield herself, he lunged forward with unexpected speed and agility, his palm striking her face with a sharp, stinging slap.

Pembroke savored the sight of the blonde woman flying into the air, her body slamming hard onto the floor. Her head struck the ground with a sickening thud moments after the rest of her crumpled form landed. Adrenaline surged through his veins, fueling the vivid replay of his darkest rape fantasies.

Kate gasped, struggling to breathe, let alone scream. Her vision blurred, but she could just make out his red, contorted face—twisted with lust—looming closer. He grabbed her hair, yanking her upright with such force that her heels dangled helplessly above the ground.

“Stuck-up bitch. You’ll learn to obey, just like your daughter!” he snarled. He slapped her again, her arms flailing helplessly as she tried to shield herself. Then, with a brutal shove, he threw her back onto the ground.

Without hesitation, he dove headfirst between her legs, his face pressing against her thighs. His mouth opened wide, and he bit down hard on the soft flesh just above her stockings. Kate screamed, and Maddie put her fingers in her ears, trying to shut out her mother’s abuse as she stayed in the corner.

Soon, Pembroke was devouring her, his mouth working furiously against her black thong-clad pussy. His tongue, like a relentless, angry mole, flicked the fabric aside and forced its way between her lips and folds, tasting the slick warmth of her insides.

Kate moaned partly from the sensations from between her legs and the growing list of injuries all over her body.

“Tasty cunt, bitch—just like your daughter,” he snarled, his yellow teeth bared as he loomed over her face. “A stuck-up whore like you would never even glance my way, would you?”

Kate stared up at his scarred, fleshy face, veins bulging and features twisted with rage and frustration. For a moment, she wondered if she had truly descended into hell. “No, please ... stop,” she pleaded.

But Pembroke silenced her, plunging his tongue into her mouth to cut off her words, his breath hot and suffocating as he forced himself on her.

His massive hands slid under her dress, groping over her thong, suspenders, and the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. In his mind, he pictured Kate at a cocktail party—elegant, untouchable. He imagined cornering her in some secluded part of the room, tearing at her clothes, and mauling her without restraint.

The fantasy fueled him, his breath growing ragged as he gripped the neckline of her dress with both hands. His face contorted with effort, pent-up anger, and fury. Kate screamed, her voice echoing like a cry against a wild, raging beast. With a brutal yank, a loud tearing sound filled the air, and the dress was ripped from her body.

Now his mouth moved to her breasts, roughly pulling them free from her bra. Unlike with Maddie, he was aggressive—sucking, biting, and tugging at them until they distended painfully. Kate screamed, her hands clawing and beating at him in a desperate attempt to stop him, but her efforts were futile. He was too strong, too consumed by his own violent desires to be deterred.

“Now, Daddy’s cock is going to rape you, you fucking whore!” he snarled at Kate. Her face, trembling and tear-streaked, reminded him of Maddie for a fleeting moment. He glanced toward the corner, where Maddie stood peeking through her fingers.

“Look at the wall, you little bitch!” he spat. “I’ll deal with you later!”

Maddie flinched and immediately obeyed, her body trembling with fear. A small trickle of pee escaped her, betraying her terror. It had been a long time since she’d seen Daddy this enraged.

Pembroke tore away Kate’s thong as she screamed hysterically now, her head thrashing frantically, her mind unraveling in sheer terror. He spat on his cock and her pussy, then positioned himself at her entrance. His nine-inch cock pressed against her, easing its way in slowly at first, then urgently, forcing her to feel every inch.

Kate’s eyes flew open wide, shock and pain flooding her expression as she gasped at the overwhelming size of him.

“You’ve never had a cock this big, have you?” he sneered, grinning wickedly. He spat in her face again, his voice dripping with malice. “You shouldn’t have been so stuck-up. You could’ve had this anytime.”