Amazing Grace
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 16
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Cute young schoolgirl Grace Perkins feels that life cannot get any worse. She is bullied at school and hates her awkward young teenage body. But she reckons without the evil intentions of a vile pervert who decides to make her his target for his plan of abduction and enslavement.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM MaleDom Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Anal Sex Analingus Enema Facial Masturbation Pegging Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Small Breasts Violence
Pembroke opened the door to the sound of “Vogue” by Madonna, the music echoing through the basement. The three songs he had picked for Grace to dance to were favorites of his, but poor Grace was fed up with hearing them and desperately trying to copy the on-screen dances for hours. He smiled at the sweaty, nude figure of Grace moving around, waving her arms and legs, her slim limbs flicking sweat off them, her blond hair flying.
He smiled and used his remote to turn the sound down.
“Well, Grace,” he announced, his voice thick with satisfaction, “I hope your practice pays off! I must say I had a very interesting and lucrative chat with your mother. Your disappearance has been a bit of a money-spinner with well-wishers, and not a small bit of it has ended up in my pocket!”
Grace stood still, trying to catch her breath, wiping sweat from her brow.
“Yes ... a nice bonus I hadn’t expected” said Pembroke with a wry grin. “I have my eye on a few pieces of BDSM equipment—pricey, but I think it would be interesting to see what I can do with your body in them!”
Grace tried to focus on memorising her dance moves. She just had to stop thinking too deeply, and just survive, stay away from his gloats and taunts, and hope that somehow, she would be saved. She would go mad if she let his words get to her, as well as the physical abuse.
He grinned and brought his wine bottle and glass to the armchair. “Come,” he coaxed brightly, “have a break before your performance and sit on my lap.”
Grace swallowed, her chest still heaving with effort, before padding carefully towards the ogre. His dressing gown fell open, revealing his near-naked body beneath. The jockstrap between his legs hid what lay beneath, something Grace now unfortunately had a sickening familiarity with.
Pembroke sipped his wine, his other hand darting out like a snake and sliding between her legs, cupping her, his fingers spreading her buttocks apart, his eyes locked on hers. “Straddle me,” he snarled.
Grace gingerly raised her right leg high, then the left, as she stepped over the outside of his thighs, feeling his hot breath on her, before lowering herself, her bare buttocks resting against his hairy thighs, feeling so exposed between her legs.
Pembroke’s hand went to her hair, running through the wet strands and digging into her scalp. “Put your arms around me and kiss me.” He licked his lips as he gazed at the beautiful face before him, her parted mouth drawing ragged breaths, blonde hair clinging in damp strands to her flushed skin, blue eyes wide with trepidation. He could not believe his luck—he had this beautiful thing to play with.
Grace put her arms around him, feeling the hair on the back of his shoulders, and brought her mouth closer to his, closing her eyes to shut out the sight of his tongue flitting between his yellowing teeth. She felt his lips against hers and opened them to allow his tongue access to her mouth.
Pembroke sucked and licked and munched on Grace’s mouth, releasing the tension from staring at her mother for hours.
His free hand went to her chest, tweaking her nipple, feeling small and hard against his fingers, her chest so frail and bony especially against his own. His other hand went to her lower back, running up and down, feeling the sweat rivulets, and running his index fingertip down her small of the back and between her legs, over the imperceptible little hole of her anus, up her pussy slit, then dragging it back again, pushing the fingertip between the slick slit lips and lingering it slightly as he found the soft entrance to her asshole, making her jolt against him.
Pembroke’s voice dropped into a dark, amused purr. “Hmmm, in a few years, child, you will have lovely big tits like *your mummy,” he murmured, his hand raising Grace’s body, cupping her between her legs and pushing her up until her chest was in his face. He sucked and licked at her nipple, his tongue flicking over the small, hard bud, his teeth grazing the flesh. He sucked hard on her breasts but there was still not much there over her rib cage for him to get into his mouth.
Grace moaned as she felt her nipples sucked, licked and bitten, while his other fingers strummed along her pussy, the twin sensations fogging her brain. Before her kidnapping she had never played with herself, could not even understand it, but the non stop sexualization since her abduction was starting to warp her mind.
“God, you’re so horny!” marvelled Pembroke, as he watched the teenager’s eyes melt and the sounds from her mouth get more animalistic as his fingers rubbed along the soaking wet slit, as he tried to detect her clitoris. “I always knew you schoolgirls were all sluts under those skirts and blouses, you just need a firm hand to force you!”
Grace’s eyes were starting to roll back in her head and her hips were starting to rock back and forth, not caring about her exposed holes between her legs. There was no physical pain here, just pleasure, overwhelming, blocking out her miserable existence.
Suddenly, Pembroke whipped his finger away from her greasy pussy, raising the finger to her lips. “Taste yourself, child.”
Grace looked at the finger, large and intrusive with goo dripping off it, but obediently allowed it to pass between her lips, and began suckling gently on the sweet musky taste.
“You taste so sweet” Pembroke drawled, locking his eyes on hers as she sucked his finger. “When I sniffed your shirts and panties in you home, I fell in love with your smell.” He paused to lick the side of her face, swabbing up her sweat, keeping his finger plugged inside her mouth. “You smell and taste so good, even when you sweat, that’s a good thing because you’ll be sweating a lot” he laughed, pulling his finger out, and slapped her right buttock.
“Now, enough rest. Let’s see you move that ass!” Grace scooted her ass of his thighs, her hands on his meaty thighs, as she tried to get herself in the zone.
“Get ready, Grace, adopt your position, I am about to play the music!”
Pembroke supped his wine, pressed play and settled back to enjoy the show, his mind already turning to what inventive methods he could use to torture Grace in the event of failure.
Grace felt ridiculous as she stood on one leg, one arm in the air, waiting for the music to start.
Then it started.
The first delicate strains of The Nutcracker filled the room. Grace desperately tried to mimic the pirouettes she’d desperately tried to memorise, now oblivious to her nudity as she moved her arms and legs desperately seeking to please the monster.
“Yes, that’s better,” Pembroke murmured. “A little fairy come to life!”
At the end, she bent backward, arching her spine into an exaggerated curve, her torso stretched over bones her arms in the air, as she prayed she got it right.
Suddenly, the music changed. Vogue by Madonna.
Grace faltered, nearly tripping as she tried to adjust. She twisted her hips stiffly, sticking her ass out like she had seen, arching her back, painfully aware everything between her ass cheeks was on display to the beast.
Her body jerked into awkward poses, each one clumsier than the last. She tried not to catch a glance of the beast giggling at her. She couldn’t even imagine what anyone normal would think of a naked girl dancing like an idiot.
Then, a change of music. More ballet to finish it off. Grace’s thighs were burning as she did the moves, spinning around, while Pembroke admired her toned slime body, how her small buttocks clenched and her tiny waist contracted while arched back.
Finally, it was over, Grace held the pose with one foot against the inside of her knee and hands clasped together, feeling sweat lash off her, flowing down her back and between her buttocks.
“Bravo!” clapped Pembroke. “Well done child, very entertaining! Now come and have some wine!”
Grace was almost crying with relief. No torture, perhaps. But still, she would have to endure intimacy with the beast, and padded fretfully towards his sprawling large hairy body to sit on his lap again.
“Have you ever had alcohol before?” Pembroke asked, the wine lingering on his breath.
“No—no sir” Grace was panting with fatigue, as her sweaty bottom parked itself sideways on his thigh. “I’m ... I’m too young.”
“Pah! Here, have some!” Pembroke shoved the glass to her mouth.
Grace supped the white wine, screwing up her nose at the strange acidic taste. “Eeww ... sir ... sorry ... I don’t like it...”
“Haha!” laughed Pembroke. “Grace, a few weeks ago, you would have thrown up at the thought of kissing an old man like me, or sucking my cock. I’m sure you will like a little wine!”
Pembroke was also wondering if Grace might like some harder substances. So far, torture and pain were keeping her meek and obedient. Perhaps some hard drugs might be necessary in future.
Grace continued to sup.
“Good girl, let that sink inside you.” Pembroke stroked her thighs, her stomach, her chest, her back, marvelling at her body, enjoying the feeling of hot sweat dripping off her, licking his fingers clean afterward.
“Now, more kissing, I want that mouth again.” He was pleased how Grace automatically brought her glistening mouth to his, and began trading tongues with him, their hot breaths mixing. Grace felt his cock bulge through his jockstrap. underneath her and knew something more was coming.
Pembroke patted her buttocks. “On your feet, Grace, let me bring you over this way.” He took her by the hand and led her to one of the benches.
Pembroke didn’t need to force her. A single firm hand on the small of her back was enough to guide her onto the bench, her body obeying before her mind could protest. She sank onto her knees, her palms pressing into the cold leather as he adjusted her, her ass lifted high, her thighs spread wide.
The straps tightened with clinical precision, one by one, until she was locked in place, her ass cheeks spread so taut that her pussy lips parted slightly, with her tight little asshole puckered and on full display.
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