Chapter 28

Pembroke arrived home, and showered, ready to inspect his new pet and see how it was getting on with Grace. He reviewed the footage, and read a transcript of their conversation from an AI program he had installed, and noted Leila’s despair with a smile.

Pembroke strode in with confidence to the basement. Unlike with Grace, he was decided that Leila was going to get a fast track into her sexual degradation.

“Hello children, Grace how has our new slave adapted to the first day of her new life?” Pembroke remarked with a wide smile, as he entered wearing nothing but a dressing gown, hanging open, revealing his nakedness save for a black thong, gripping his waist below his sagging hairy belly.

He approached the glass walled cell, having turned off the screens showing off their filth, with its two occupants. Leila was in one corner, naked, buttocks on the floor, knees at her chin, wavy hair splayed over her face. In the opposite corner Grace was sat on a bench, in her school uniform, hands on her knees, stooped forward. The girls had not spoken to each other for half an hour.

“I asked you a question, Grace, do you want me to punish you already? Do you want me to show our new slave what happens to little girls who do not do what they are told to do?”

“I’m sorry sir!” Grace’s back went upright as she looked her master in the eye. She looked nervously at the girl in the corner, dark hair obscuring her face. “Leila has been ... emotional...”

“I see ... perhaps the little bitch needs to be told about her new life! Pembroke snarled as he thrust his dressing gown to the ground, and opened the cell door.

Leila jerked her head up at the door opening, and shuffled across the floor to the other corner to get away from the monstrous intruder. Her eyes grew wide and she began to scream in terror, her ass on the floor, arms raised in front of her, to ward off the beast she had dreaded for hours.

She’d seen men undressed, dads at pools, uncles after showers, but the sight of this ogre, hairy legs, belly, chest, and fearsome head, the same image that had occupied her mind for hours, curdled her blood. He could’ve been her grandfather—if grandfathers wore thongs that drew attention to the bulge in his crotch, showing his private and no doubt disgusting parts.

She no longer feared death, instead she knew that something weird, something shameful, something very, very wrong was going to happen to her.

“Leila, listen to me!” His brows stitched together in anger, as if ready to strike her. “You are going to do whatever I tell you, and right now, I want you to get dressed, would you like that?”

Leila’s eyes widened, her mouth went straight as she half stood up. “Let me go! You can’t keep me here!” She had one arm over her breasts, and one between her legs.

“Ha! Listen, Leila, my child. You will never leave this basement alive!” Pembroke’s fists bunched at his hips, his cock bulging in his thong as he towered over the cowering teenager. “Your parents are probably just noticing you are missing, and you will never see them again. Your world will be me, and Grace, and lots and lots of sex. I think that’s something you’re unfamiliar with, but soon it will be your entire world!”

“Fuck off you PERVERT! Stay away” Leila waved a puny fist in front of him, waving it around pathetically.

Pembroke sighed, and drew back one of his shoulders and with an open palm, struck the little teenager across the face. A loud SMACK reverberated around the cell as he connected perfectly with the side of Leila’s face, and her head then snapped to the side and bounced off the glass wall with a dull thud. The girl then slid to the ground, almost knocked out.

“Disobedience will never be tolerated here, child” he admonished the dark haired girl. “I will punish you for it. Every. Single. Time.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her up to her feet, as the dazed girl could only hold her face in shock. She had never been struck before, never even witnessed violence, only the occasional raised voice between her parents. This physical brutality shocked her being to the core, and she stood still, quaking, eyes wide at the angry man in front of her, too terrified to say anymore.

Pembroke reached behind him and picked up a pile of clothes. “I had the foresight to get your school uniform, Leila. Now, you get to put it on, but only after you wash yourself in the shower, and get rid of that unsightly hair between your legs! Girls here do not have body hair, ever!”

Leila looked at the clothes, glad to have a chance to clothe herself, but, ... to have to get rid of her pubic hair?

“You will allow Grace to shave you and wash you ... or I will just proceed directly to the real reason you are here...” Pembroke rubbed his crotch. “I bet you’ve never seen a man’s cock before, ever seen your daddy’s? in the shower? Do you want to see mine now?” Pembroke grinned manically, his hand under the front of his thong, rubbing his rock hard cock, desperate to take it out and fuck this young girl with it.

“No ... no please ... no please ... the girl can ... shave me ... just please don’t ... don’t” Leila put her hand up as if to ward off the evil lurking between the monster’s legs. Until she saw it, she reasoned in her head, she still had a chance, a chance he would not ... use it.

“Good. Grace, take your clothes off and wash her.”

Grace’s fingers went automatically for the buttons of her blouse. She could feel Leila’s eyes on her, wide with horror, but she would understand in time. Her school uniform skirt and blouse pooled at her feet, and she peeled off her purple knickers, sticky with her juices from hours of fingering herself in anticipation of her new cellmate.

She was now as naked as Leila, but unlike the scared new inmate, she had long since lost her shyness of being naked down here.

“Under the shower, both of you,” Pembroke commanded, his hand still massaging himself through the thong.

Leila whimpered as Grace took her wrist, pulling her toward the small shower stall in the corner of the cell. The cool water burst on with a sudden gush, making Leila scream in discomfort, but Grace gently held her, rubbing her back, as their hair melted under the water.

“Marvellous, children, your hot little bodies complement each other so well...” Pembroke’s cock could barely be contained in his thong now as he watched the pale white blonde, her rosy lips and nipples standing out on her slim body, lather soap across the golden brown toned girl next to her, both still only five feet and petite, her dark hair now soaked and plastered down her back.

Grace’s fingers traced Leila’s collarbone before moving downward. She could feel the girl’s stomach muscles tense beneath her touch, feel the rapid flutter of her chest as her hands moved over Leila’s breasts. Leila brought her hands in front of her, but Grace gently moved them to the side.

“Shhh,” Grace whispered. “It’s better if you don’t resist.” Her thumbs circled Leila’s small, firm breasts, feeling guilty at the pleasure she was getting from this.

Pembroke watched from the doorway, enjoying the sight as Grace knelt before the trembling girl. She spread Leila’s legs gently but firmly, exposing her pussy and the fleck of dark hair above it. Leila tried to close her thighs, but Grace held them open.

“The razor,” Pembroke barked, tossing it into the shower.

Grace caught it, her heart pounding. She had done this so many times before - to herself, but now she had to do it to another girl, who was scared and would have no idea what was happening to her. Leila looked briefly up at the horrible sight of Pembroke rubbing his cock and quickly looked down at the wet blond head between her legs and the razor, something she had only seen her father use on his face, being pressed against her mons.

The first few strokes revealed smooth dark skin above her vagina. Grace worked quickly, wiping off her hair and feeling he tense muscles of Leila’s abdomen as she responded to this violation.

Grace was careful not to nick the skin, and then moved to the sides of her slit, spreading her thighs still wider. Leila tried to resist, but Grace looked up at her, over her torso and into her confused dark eyes. “You have to let me, trust me, spread your legs.”

Grace’s fingers traced the delicate folds of Leila’s pussy, exploring the tight, untouched slit nestled within her mound. Unlike Grace’s own, which had been stretched and shaped by countless violations, Leila’s was sealed like a clam, hidden and unopened. With careful precision, she shaved around the sensitive area, her touch feather-light.

Then, tentatively, she pressed a finger against the tip of Leila’s vaginal flesh. The girl’s body jerked, her buttocks bouncing slightly as she flinched away. Grace smiled to herself, there it was, the tiny clit hidden within those innocent folds, just waiting to be discovered.

Leila had her eyes shut tight, hoping the water flowing down her body would wash all this away, but opened them when she felt a slap to her hip. She looked down at the blue eyes of Grace between her legs, water cascading over her features.

“Turn around.”

Leila was happy to face away from the monstrous Pembroke, but nervous at what else was going to be shaved. She obediently spread her legs and arched her back, Grace’s hands at the small of her back and on her mons, making sure her ass was fully pouting and her buttocks spread open for Grace. Leila had no idea what she looked like back there, no idea what anyone looked like back there. She cringed in humiliation as she felt the blonde girl’s fingers tracing along her crack, along her vagina until they rested against her butthole.

Grace had spread her cheeks with her hands, exposing her tight puckered asshole. Leila made a sound somewhere between a sob and a whimper as the razor glided over her most private places, ensuring her anus was smooth as a button.

She moved to the girl’s underarms next, lifting each arm in turn. Leila quivered as her armpits were scraped with the razor, removed of every trace of hair. She felt like an animal being prepared for slaughter.

Pembroke was smiling, enjoying the ritual humiliation. “Good girl, Grace,” he growled. “Make sure she’s clean everywhere.”

Grace obeyed, her hands moving between Leila’s legs again, her fingers parting the girl’s folds. She brought the soap over her pussy, her fingers brushed against Leila’s clit, and the girl jumped as if electrified.

“Please,” Leila pleaded. “Please stop.”

Grace ignored her, trying to control her own desire. She had never touched anyone like this before, the forced worship of Pembroke’s repugnant body feeling completely different.

“Well done, Grace, now clean and shave yourself, Leila, take a towel and dry yourself!”

Leila was now completely hairless from below the neck and glowing with a sheen of water. Sobbing, she grabbed the towel and covered herself, grateful for a respite from nudity for the first time since she had been taken.

Grace continued her well-worn routine, arching her back to reach between her legs with practiced efficiency. She dealt with her armpits and mons with quick, familiar strokes before soaping herself and rinsing clean. As she stepped beside Leila to dry off, the dark-haired girl edged away, her eyes filled with wary loathing.

“Good,” Pembroke purred. “Now, girls, time to get dressed. I have a special school uniform for you, Leila. One you might recognize.” His eyes gleamed as he turned to her, his tone shifting to false curiosity. “But first, may I ask ... what color panties do you normally wear to school?”

Leila clutched her towel like a shield, her knuckles white. She stared at the floor, her voice barely a whisper. “Black ... black.”

“Ah, interesting,” Pembroke mused, his grin widening. “The same color as the pair you were wearing when you were taken. May I ask—are they part of the uniform? I can’t imagine teachers inspecting schoolgirls’ knickers to check the color,” he chuckled. “Though I would envy them, haha! Or is it just your preferred color?”

Leila looked at the floor as she responded. “I ... I don’t think about it so much. I just ... I just like black.”

“Nice.” Pembroke grinned. “The black panties you had on when you were taken—had you been wearing them all day?”

Leila shook her head, her grip on the towel tightening. “No ... no, I had just had a shower...”

“Ah, I see!” Pembroke’s eyes lit up with sick delight. “So only a short time, and yet still such a lovely scent from them, my child. Hmmm.”

He turned to Grace and tossed her a pair of white knickers. “New panties for you, Grace. You can stay in the same uniform as before.” His hand extended, palm up. “Now, please pass me those soiled purple panties.”

Grace complied without hesitation, her face carefully blank as she handed them over. Pembroke held up both the purple panties and the used black panties Leila had been kidnapped in, bringing each to his nose. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Hmmm ... you are both delicious, each in your own way!”

Pembroke tossed a clean pair of black knickers to Leila along with the rest of her uniform. “Now get dressed, both of you.”

He delighted in watching through the glass cell as the teenage girls slipped into their school uniforms, like two reluctant sisters despite their differences. They moved with awkward hesitation, avoiding each other’s eyes as they dressed, each absorbed in her own humiliation.

Grace quickly adjusted her familiar school uniform, the fresh white panties snug against her newly smooth skin. She looked neat, proper—almost like a real schoolgirl again.

Leila froze when she recognized her own uniform. The same dark blue blazer, the crisp white blouse, the dark blue tie and skirt, all identical to what she’d worn just yesterday. But Pembroke had altered the skirt, hemming it scandalously short, barely covering her thighs. Dark blue knee socks and black shoes completed the ensemble.

“You see, Leila,” Pembroke chuckled, dripping with satisfaction, “it’s no accident you’re here. This was planned carefully. There was no way you could have avoided this. Haha.”

Grace stood in her own school uniform—no blazer, just a blouse, a red pleated skirt riding dangerously high, white ankle socks, and black shoes. The two girls traipsed out of the cell at Pembroke’s gesture.

The sight was surreal: a hulking sixty-two-year-old hairy man, naked but for a grotesque thong, herding two petite fourteen year old schoolgirls in their uniforms, each barely five feet tall, toward the center of the basement.