Chapter 5

Sarah Saad walked home from school, her mind still lingering on yet another moment she had shared with Ms. Pembroke. She had smiled at the older woman, and Ms. Pembroke had smiled back—a quiet exchange that felt like their own little secret, growing more familiar with each passing day.

What did it mean? It wasn’t anything dramatic. And yet ... the cheeky messages she kept sending to Whitecrow made it feel a little naughty—not in a serious way, but in the way that keeping something just for herself, away from her parents and friends, made it feel special. A secret.

Not that anything weird had happened. Yet. There was that hand on her bottom at the swimming pool ... but she had just been helping her, fishing the swimsuit out of her butt, right? Anyway, she needed Ms Pembroke, her father was far worse.

She didn’t have many real friends. They all thought she was shy, quiet, and weird. She had said so on the app, to Whitecrow. She loved that she had a friend she could trust, wiser and knowledgeable.

But now, she had to face her father again. She sighed.

“Sarah, why are you so late? I told you, you need to come straight in from school!”

“Sorry dad, but...

“No buts,” he said firmly, his eyes traveling up and down her body. “You look like your mother in that uniform, and to think they complain about men harassing the schoolgirls!”

Sarah felt a wave of nausea wash over her. “Okay, I’ll just go do my homework then.”

“First, we are going to have a talk, young lady.” His voice hardened. Sarah listened wearily, hoping it would not be what she feared.

“I’ve made my decision.” His words were cold, final. “You are going to Egypt. You will marry my cousin.”

Sarah froze. He had been told he could not do this.

“D-Dad, you know what social services said—”

“I don’t care!” His eyes burned with fury. “I’ll tell them you ran away if I have to! You are going to live with your husband in Cairo. You can come back to the UK when you have a son.”

Panic clawed at her chest. “No!” she cried, her voice cracking. “Please, don’t do this! I’m only thirteen!”

“You’re old enough” Karim snarled at her. “If my cousin does not impregnate you, I will, or some stupid boy. You are like uncovered meat in this country! Now ... not a word of this to anyone. You leave on Friday!”

“Dad!” she choked out, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t believe you!”

“Believe it,” he spat, his expression twisted with triumph. “Your passage is booked. You’ll fly from Paris.”

Sarah’s breath came in short gasps. This couldn’t be happening.

“The fucking police think they can take my daughter away? Ha!” He laughed, a cruel, bitter sound. “Let them try.”

---------- That evening, Edith Pembroke was with Jenny again at her place. She straddled Jenny’s face, her pussy glistening with excitement as it hovered just above Jenny’s eager mouth. Jenny’s hands gently cupped Edith’s thighs, her fingers tracing the soft skin as Edith slowly lowered herself down. The warm, wet embrace of Jenny’s tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, causing her to gasp and her vaginal muscles to tighten around Jenny’s face.

Jenny’s mouth was a maelstrom of pleasure, her tongue exploring and caressing every fold and crevice of Edith’s sex. Edith’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking in a silent demand for more. Jenny’s tongue darted and flicked, teasing Edith’s clit with a gentle touch that made her toes curl and her back arch.

She could feel Jenny’s breath, hot and humid, against her clit as her young lover eagerly lapped up every drop of her juices. But even then, she was distracted by the notification on her phone – a message from “YoungDove.”

Jenny, for her part, was lost in the taste and feel of Edith’s pussy. Her tongue danced and swirled and she could feel the muscles in Edith’s thighs tightening around her head, and she knew that she was getting closer to making her cum.

But Edith’s orgasm was delayed by the message from Sarah – she was soon going to be forced to go to Egypt, to get married off! What should she do? She could just alert social services, or she could do nothing and let the young girl get herself fucked and impregnated by some Egyptian and never see her again. Maybe that was the safest option, she was getting too infatuated with the young girl, it could only lead to trouble. She grabbed hold of one of Jenny’s tits, as if to remind herself, this was a grown woman, this was what she was attracted to.

Part of her, though, thought that maybe, finally, this was her one and only chance, to do something she had always wanted to do, and get away with it, and not even feel bad about it. Years of staring at hot young schoolgirls, their slim little legs, their budding breasts underneath their blouses, and Sarah’s sweet face, begging to be kissed...

With a cry that echoed through the room, Edith climaxed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Jenny drank her in, savoring every drop, unaware that Edith Pembroke had cum in her mouth, thinking of her teenage school pupil.

---------- Late that night, Sarah lay under the covers, her phone screen casting a dim glow on her face as she scrolled through her messages with Ms. Pembroke. She read over their conversations, searching for reassurance in the kind words exchanged.

Beside her, her journal lay open, its pages filling with the truth she couldn’t speak aloud. Obediently, she had left Ms. Pembroke out of it, just as she had promised. But everything else—the cruelty, the threats, the looming nightmare of being sent to Egypt—was there in ink.

Suddenly, she heard movement at her door. Her heart lurched.

In an instant, she snapped off her phone and shut her journal, shoving it beneath the covers. The door creaked open, and she barely had time to steady her breath before she saw him—her father, stepping into the room.