Chapter 27

Pembroke had decided he wanted a nice wall built and thought it would be amusing to have his female haul stones from the shore to the house, about two hundred meters away. He wasn’t sure yet what he’d use the stones for, but the idea of watching the girls struggle with the task entertained him.

Wrapped up in his fleece and tracksuit bottoms, Pembroke stood watching as the two McAllister girls, clad in bright blue swimsuits, worked. The sheer fabric clung to their bodies, their nipples visible through the material, the high-cut bottoms digging into their ass cracks. Their pale skin glistened under the sun as they bent and strained, pulling stones from the water and loading them onto a makeshift sledge fashioned from old cloth.

Nnnnnn, come on, Mummy, just a little more,” Maddie grunted, her voice screeching with effort.

“That bastard is just amusing himself,” Kate hissed, her hands calloused and bleeding from handling the sharp stones and saltwater. “How the fuck are we supposed to build a wall like this?”

After several minutes of pulling and slipping, their knees caked in mud from sliding and stumbling under the weight, the girls finally made it to the front of the house. Pembroke stood waiting, sipping his tea, a smirk plastered across his face.

“I’ve changed my mind. Put them back in the sea.”

The women stood frozen, their arms aching like lead, their hands raw and red from the stones and ropes. They were freezing, exhausted, and now utterly defeated.

“Did I not make myself clear?” he said, his voice calm but menacing. “Put them back where you got them. Now.”

Suddenly, Maddie burst into tears. “Daddy, why are you so mean? I try—I try so hard to be the perfect slave.”

“Oh, Maddie, Maddie, Maddie,” he said, shaking his head as if scolding a naughty child. “You think you’re trying? You think this is trying? You’re barely scratching the surface of what I expect from you. The perfect slave? Don’t make me laugh. You’re weak, pathetic, and utterly replaceable. If you can’t handle me changing my mind, which is my prerogative, what use are you to me?”

He straightened abruptly, his tone turning icy. “Now stop your sniveling and get those stones back in the sea. Or do I need to remind you what happens to girls who disappoint me?”

Both slaves obeyed, their movements heavy with resignation as they turned the sledge around and began the easier downhill trek back to the sea. Pembroke’s cock grew hard as he watched the pale buttocks of each woman, their bodies glistening with seawater as they worked together to carry the stones and drop them back into the water.

When they finally finished, they dragged the empty cloth sledge back to the house, their legs and arms shaking with fatigue, their skin icy and their breaths visible in the cold air.

“Now after all that hard work I think I deserve a reward” he said haughtily, follow me inside.”

The girls were grateful to finally be inside, shivering as they hugged their arms tightly to their bodies, hopping up and down in an attempt to warm up. Cold water dripped from their hair and swimsuits, pooling on the floor.

“Shower yourselves with me,” Pembroke commanded.

Without hesitation, they followed him into the shower. Stripping off their damp swimsuits, they stepped under the steaming water, a wave of relief washing over them as the warmth enveloped their chilled bodies. They knew to let the water hit him first, standing aside until he was fully soaked. Then, dropping to their knees, they began to soap his body, meticulously cleaning every crevice and crack with precision and care.

“Now join me in the bedroom.”

The girls followed Pembroke into the bedroom, their bodies still damp from the shower, steam rising from their skin. Pembroke lay down on the bed, his massive frame sinking into the mattress, his belly rising like a mound above him.

“Kate, you sit on my face. Maddie, you ride my cock,” he commanded, his voice thick with anticipation.

Kate obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself over his face. She lowered herself slowly, feeling his hot breath against her thighs before his tongue found her, probing and relentless.

Maddie, meanwhile, straddled his hips, her small hands gripping his thick cock as she guided it inside her. She winced at the initial stretch but soon began to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she took him deeper, her breath hitching with each thrust.

Pembroke groaned beneath them, his hands gripping Kate’s hips as he devoured her, his tongue working in circles before plunging inside. His other hand reached up to grope Maddie’s breast, pinching her nipple roughly as she rode him.

The room was alive with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the slick slap of skin against skin, and Pembroke’s guttural grunts of pleasure. Kate’s thighs trembled as she struggled to hold herself up, her own pleasure building despite the disgust churning in her stomach. Maddie, meanwhile, grew more frantic, her fingers strumming her clit as she stared into her mother’s eyes.

Mother and daughter leaned forward, their lips meeting in a kiss that was as much about lust as it was about shared sympathy, each finding a fleeting moment of connection in the midst of their degradation.

Pembroke’s climax built with every thrust and flick of his tongue, until, like a volcano erupting, he spurted deep into Maddie’s pussy, his groans muffled against Kate’s flesh.

“Hmmmmfff,” he grunted into Kate’s pussy, the vibrations tipping her over the edge. She came hard, gushing into his mouth as her body convulsed. Almost simultaneously, Maddie’s frantic clit stimulation paid off, and she squirted, the liquid spraying onto her mother’s tits as she cried out in release.

“Like one happy family,” Pembroke laughed, pulling both Maddie and Kate into his arms. Exhausted from the intense demands of their submission, the mother and daughter sank into his embrace. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies worn out from the harsh work and the acts that had left them utterly drained.

“Darlings, I do love your bodies, but they’re too plain, “ Pembroke drawled, as he glanced down at the two McAllisters kneeling at his feet. They worked silently, their fingers kneading each of his feet in unison, desperate to please him. He took a slow drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around his face.

“I think it’s time we added a bit of ... decoration,” he said, “Something to brighten up that perfect skin. I brought a few special gifts back from my last trip.” His grin twisted into something far less pleasant as he reached down beside the chair and produced a small box.

Inside, glinting under the light, were piercing needles and an array of jewelry—rings, studs, and bars, all meant for them. Pembroke held up the box with a sinister grin. “We’ll get started right now,” he said. “It’ll hurt, ... but that’s the point,” he added with a smirk, pausing for effect. “If you’ll excuse the pun.”.

His eyes gleamed as he relished their silent fear. “Now stand up. I want you nice and still when we begin.”

Maddie and Kate exchanged a fleeting glance, their fear mirrored in each other’s eyes. Their fingers brushed together briefly, a silent gesture of shared dread, before they quickly lowered their gazes again, wary of attracting Pembroke’s attention.

“Kate, your nipples are enormous,” Pembroke said with a cruel grin, his eyes fixed on her tits. “I love chewing on them ... but now, I think it’s time to make them a little more interesting.”