Chapter 29

More months passed. Pembroke’s concerns had shifted—not toward the fear of being exposed as the vile predator, kidnapper and rapist that he was, but toward the dwindling numbers in his bank account. His life insurance payout was bleeding dry, and the grim irony wasn’t lost on him: he was growing healthier, happier even, while his captives bore the weight of his depravity.

To cope, he’d returned to drinking. Each trip to the mainland left him wincing at the expenses, no matter how frugal he tried to be. The boat, the generator, the food—it all added up. What would happen when the money ran out?

He glanced down at his slaves, now sprawled on the floor in a tangled 69. He hadn’t even commanded it this time; they’d assumed the position on their own, as if their bodies had been conditioned to obey his, or their own, unspoken desires. Kate lay beneath her daughter, her thighs trembling as Maddie’s tongue worked relentlessly between them. Maddie, perched above, arched her back, offering her own swollen pussy to her mother’s mouth.

Pembroke raised his eyebrows, sipping his wine. They were changing—both of them. Their bodies, once lean and fragile, now carried a softness that betrayed their captivity. Their stomachs curved slightly, their breasts fuller, heavier.

Maddie’s moans vibrated against Kate’s flesh, her tongue lapping hungrily at her mother’s folds. Kate’s taste was different now—deeper, muskier, almost primal. Kate, too, noticed the shift as she sucked on her daughter’s engorged labia, the once-delicate petals now thick and protruding, filling her mouth with a heady, intoxicating flavor.

Pembroke set his glass down, his voice cutting through the wet, rhythmic sounds. “Girls,” he drawled, “when was the last time you bled? Two months? Three?”

Maddie pulled away, her lips glistening. “Three months, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice tinged with something like hope. She remembered the last time—the punch to her gut that had left her crumpled on the floor, the sharp pain that had stolen the life growing inside her. He hadn’t known, of course. He’d been too consumed by his own pleasure, too impatient with her clumsy mouth on his cock, and had lashed out and unknowingly given her a miscarriage. She hadn’t even realised what it had been until her mother later told her.

Now, she dreamed of carrying his child again. She imagined him holding her swollen belly. And her mother—pregnant too, just like her. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through her. Maybe he’d see them as more than just his toys.

Kate, on the other hand, felt only despair. She could feel it—the life growing inside her, a cruel reminder of this evil monstrous pervert. Her daughter’s pregnancy only deepened her shame.

Pembroke leaned back, his gaze lingering on their swollen forms. “Oh well ... it will be interesting to fuck pregnant girls for a change, I suppose. One has to look on the bright side.”

Maddie beamed, while Kate closed her eyes, swallowing the bile rising in her throat.

Initially, Pembroke had thought that if he fucked them hard enough, he might rid them of the babies. He’d tried it with Maddie first, pinning her on her back, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he drove into her with brutal force. His cock slammed against her cervix, the impact reverberating through her swollen belly. Her bump was unmistakable now. His hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing as he thrust, his mind racing with thoughts of escaping the responsibility he never asked for.

Maddie’s face turned red, her breath struggling as his grip tightened. She barely fought him, just looked pleadingly into his eyes, her moans choked and desperate. Behind him, Kate knelt, her tongue working frantically at his asshole, her own pregnant belly brushing against his thighs. She was oblivious to her daughter’s struggle, focused only on pleasing him, on keeping his rage at bay. But Pembroke relented, letting go of Maddie’s throat just as he came inside her.

He couldn’t bring himself to kill them or their babies—not outright. But he came close. When Kate failed to clean the kitchen to his standards, leaving crumbs in a corner, he’d dragged her over his knee. Her swollen belly pressed awkwardly against his lap as he spanked her, the sound of his hand striking her flesh echoing through the room. Her ass, already rounder from the pregnancy, jiggled with each blow. Maddie had begged him to stop, tears streaming down her face, but he didn’t relent until Kate was sobbing, unable to sit for days.

Yet, their bellies kept growing.

Now, he watched them on their hands and knees, their bodies transformed. Their heads—one blonde, one brunette—bowed low as they lapped at their food bowls like animals. Their bellies hung heavy, brushing the ground as they knelt. Pembroke felt a surge of fear—and arousal. He couldn’t decide which was stronger.

He crouched behind them, running a hand over Maddie’s back, feeling the curve of her spine, the heat of her skin. His other hand gripped Kate’s hip, his fingers digging into her flesh.

“Look at you two,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “My little broodmares.”

Pembroke stood, his cock already hard, throbbing with the need to assert his dominance once more. He grabbed Maddie by the hair, yanking her upright. Her belly protruded between them.