Amazing Grace
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Charlotte Perkins sagged against the doorframe, her nurse’s uniform clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, her breasts heavy and full beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. The long shift had left her exhausted, but the sight of her daughter, curled up on the bed, her arm cradled in bloody bandages, sparked a maternal panic deep inside her.
“Oh, baby,” Charlotte cried, her voice thick with horror as she rushed to Grace’s side. “What have you done? Again?”
Grace flinched, her shoulders hunched like a wounded bird. “Sorry, Mummy,” she whispered. “I just ... hate it. I hate school.”
Charlotte pulled Grace against her, one hand cradling the back of her daughter’s blonde head, pressing it into the soft, warm swell of her bosom. Grace melted into her, inhaling the familiar scent of her mother’s perfume and sweat, the heavy, comforting rise and fall of her breasts against her cheek.
“Shhh, darling,” Charlotte murmured, kissing the top of Grace’s head, her lips lingering in the fine, silken hair. She would do anything to protect this fragile, breakable girl. Charlotte was all curves and warmth, soft flesh and maternal abundance, Grace was a wisp of a thing, small-boned, delicate, her collarbones sharp beneath her nightie, her ribs like the bars of a cage.
“You’ve got to stand up for yourself, Grace,” Charlotte said softly.
Grace shuddered. “I try, Mummy,” she whispered. “But I hate being so small. So skinny.”
Charlotte pulled back, her gaze drifting over her daughter’s slim figure. The nightie clung to Grace’s frail frame, the fabric so thin she could see the outline of her shoulder blades. She traced a finger down Grace’s arm, over the bandaged cuts, feeling the bones beneath.
“Don’t worry, love,” Charlotte laughed, her voice husky. “When you get to my age, you’ll be glad you’re so thin.”
Grace looked up, her blue eyes glistening. “Mummy, please don’t work all the time,” she pleaded. “I need you.”
Charlotte cupped Grace’s face, her thumb brushing over her daughter’s cheekbone. “Okay,” she promised. “I promise. We’ll hang out together.”
Grace nodded, burying her face once more into her mother’s breasts for relief. “Thank you mummy.”
A few days later, mother and daughter were spending their evening at the local swimming pool. Charlotte was eager for some physical exercise and to get in the water. Charlotte and Grace laughed as they climbed out of the water together, their skin glistening, drops clinging to the curves of their bodies.
“Come on mummy, let’s try the slide again!”
“After you!” Charlotte cheerfully trotted after her petite daughter.
High above them, in the near empty audience section, hidden behind a pair of oversized glasses, sat Edward Pembroke. His glasses contained their own camera, and in the seat beside him was his bag, containing another camera, the long lens carefully capturing the two females cavorting in the water.
He smiled as he made some further notes in his book. The Perkins females were a sight for sore eyes.
Charlotte was all woman, her blue swimsuit clinging to her voluptuous frame, the fabric struggling to contain her full breasts, her ass round and jiggling as she hoisted herself up the ladder. She plucked at the material riding up the crack of her backside, unaware of the way Pembroke’s eyes traced the swell of her hips and the dip of her waist.
And then below her was Grace, making the same movement as her mother, picking the fabric of her swimsuit out of her ass crack.
She was a different creature entirely, small, delicate, her orange swimsuit high-waisted and displaying the sharp jut of her hip bones, her visible ribs, the tight, almost non-existent curve of her breasts, and her nipples just visible behind the thin fabric.
Pembroke smiled as he took in the narrow buttocks and the hungry crack of her ass which sucked in the fabric. She looked so young, so vulnerable.
Charlotte was beautiful, the type of woman he could pay to fuck quite easily, but her daughter was tight, unspoiled, her body still forming, still innocent. No man had ever touched those white hip bones. Pembroke couldn’t wait to get his hands on her, and destroy her innocence.
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