Amazing Grace
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 33
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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 ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Crime Incest Mother Daughter BDSM MaleDom Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Enema Facial Masturbation Pegging Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Menstrual Play Small Breasts Violence
The murder of Ibrahim Majid, the lead suspect in the kidnapping — and possible murder — of Leila Yildiz, dominated the headlines. Other inmates, furious at his past as a refugee and convicted rapist, were convinced of his guilt. Within days of arriving in prison, he was stabbed to death as he stepped from his cell.
The reporter described the shocking killing, asking how such a crime could happen inside a prison’s walls. “Of course, we may never know if Majid was involved in the disappearance of Leila Yildiz. No further leads have emerged since his arrest. He was only a suspect, and even now police must continue to treat him as such — though he is dead.”
In his basement, Pembroke watched the broadcast from the comfort of his armchair. On the floor beside him knelt Leila and Grace, both naked. He stroked Leila’s hair, enjoying the visible tensing of her shoulders.
The report cut to a press conference. Mehmet and Elif Yildiz appeared before the cameras, their faces drawn and aged a decade since their daughter’s disappearance.
“I will never forgive his murderer,” Elif said, dabbing her eyes. “I don’t believe in the death penalty, and now I will never know what happened to my daughter. They’ve stolen my chance of justice, my chance of knowing where my baby is.”
Privately, the South Wales police team felt a quiet relief. Few believed Majid was truly responsible, but fewer still believed they would ever uncover the truth. His death gave them a convenient scapegoat. He could never be convicted, but he could never be exonerated either. With no body, no answers, and now no suspect, the case could be allowed to fade away, written off as a mystery with the alleged murderer himself murdered.
Elif broke down at the podium. “Leila, if you are out there, alone, frightened, please, baby ... I am always here for you.” She collapsed in tears as Mehmet gathered her close, camera shutters snapping in rapid fire.
Pembroke giggled at the scene as he turned off the screen. His hand massaged Leila’s skull.
Leila tried to stem the tears after seeing her mother crying. Grace looked at her, and wanted to hold her hand, but dared not do anything in front of the master.
“Oh dear, my little one. Seems I got away with it again.” He laughed, then pulled Leila’s hair back until her head tipped right back, staring down at her dark eyes and the flash of her brace-clad teeth.
“And just wait ... oh, just wait, pet. In a few months your mummy and daddy, those snivelling cops, the whole pathetic lot—are going to get the shock of their lives when you start appearing online.” His laughter grew more unhinged. “By then, every trail will be gone, every clue turned to smoke. Your parents will scream, they’ll beg, they’ll blame the police, but it’ll be too late. Too late!”
He shoved his fingers into Leila’s mouth, forcing her to suck on them. “Yes ... I’ll start putting you online ... Hmm, you’ll be a porn star just like Grace here, and your parents and the police won’t have a fucking clue what hit them. Haha!”
Pembroke leaned down and greedily swabbed his tongue against Leila’s open mouth, searching out her tonsils, then sucking her lips in a kiss devoid of any warmth. “Fuck me, I know Grace’s mummy is near suicidal over the videos, what do you think eh?” He prodded Leila’s ribs playfully. “You think your daddy will jerk off to your videos when your mummy isn’t watching?”
Leila caught sight of Grace, whose blue eyes shone back at her, as if it to say, this Master’s humour, just deal with it. Leila thought of some defiant jibe, but remembered what the outcome would be.
She stayed silent, instead looking back at Pembroke’s granite features vacantly, obediently sucking his fingers.
“I asked you a fucking question, slave!” Pembroke slapped her across the chest, making her gasp and scream.
“S-sorry master!” she stuttered, scrambling for an answer, one that would please the sadist. “I don’t believe my father ... I don’t think he ... would do that.”
“Why not? You’re pretty, every man wants to fuck cute little girls like you, is there something wrong with your daddy?”
“No ... my father is ... a good man...” she responded, confused.
“Are you trying to say...” Pembroke’s voice darkened “that there is something wrong with me?”
“No ... no master!” Leila wanted cry at the unfairness of every second of her life here.
Sir,” Grace interrupted, carefully. “Perhaps Leila’s daddy does like Leila. Maybe he did want her body but couldn’t do anything outside ... in the other world.” Grace tried to steer the conversation, desperate to spare Leila further punishment.
“Ah, yes...” Pembroke mused, appreciating Grace’s input. He slyly turned back to Leila, his fingers still tangled in her hair. “Maybe your daddy was a secret pervert. Maybe I could post him your used panties, anonymously.” He dropped to a mocking whisper. “Would he hand them to the police? Or would he ... lick them clean? Hehe.”
Pembroke ran his hand down Leila’s back, tracing the twin dimples above her buttocks, then lower, over her tailbone. His fingers slid between her cheeks, seeking out her pussy and asshole, delighting in her lack of resistance—and his ownership of her.
He turned to Grace. “Blondie ... why don’t you get down there and check if Leila’s little period is over ... with that pretty mouth of yours?”
Grace was already primed for sex, as always. Watching Pembroke’s fingers slide between Leila’s legs had left her hungry, eager for a chance to taste Leila. But Leila ... oh, Leila had been so stubborn in the cell. Polite. Friendly. Yet every time Grace had tried to touch her, to coax her into something more intimate, the brunette had tensed up with disgust. As if she were too good for this.
“Yes, Sir!”
Grace locked eyes with Leila, her lips curling into a smug, knowing smile as she sank to the floor. She arched her back, pressing her chin to the cold floor, her gaze never leaving Leila’s as she crawled forward hungrily. Sliding between the brunette’s thighs, she finally looked down—right at it.
Leila’s mons was smooth as porcelain, her slit barely there—just a delicate dip in the flesh, no lips protruding, nothing but a tempting secret hidden between her thighs. Grace leaned in closer. She pressed her face into the warm flesh, inhaling deeply the musky, sweet, the scent of the teenage slave.
Then Grace flicked her tongue against the hidden folds, probing the slit, teasing it open.
Leila gasped, her body jerking. Pembroke put his fingers back in her mouth, and Leila sucked on the sausage sized digits as she placed one hand on the blonde head devouring her below.
Grace’s tongue delved deeper when the first coppery tang hit her taste buds. Leila was indeed still on her period. A thick, lumpy glob of metallic menstrual blood oozed onto into her mouth as she lapped at the pink flesh. She licked harder, and swallowed obediently.
Leila moaned against Pembroke’s fingers, her tongue delving between them, her own hand massaging Grace’s skull as she enjoyed the blonde teenager’s oral attentions on her pussy.
“Well, child...” Pembroke smiled as he saw how much Grace was enjoying eating out her fellow slave. “Is the little virgin still bleeding?”
Grace brought her face reluctantly away from between Leila’s legs, and looked up at Pembroke, blood-smeared saliva glistening on her chin.
“Yes, Sir, she is. But she still tastes nice,” she purred, with desperate, puppyish devotion. She knew the master hated her own periods, that he thought them filthy, but she didn’t mind Leila’s period.
“Well, Leila...” Pembroke spread his legs, and loosed the belt of his dressing gown. “You’ll remain a virgin for another day ... at least between your legs.”
He rubbed his groin, clad in just a blue thong. A slow smile spread across his face as he freed his cock, the veiny, throbbing length already twitching with sick excitement.
“But I think the time has come...” He gripped the base, stroking it, “ ... to introduce that pretty little mouth of yours to my cock.”
Grace, her blood-stained lips still glistening as she crawled closer to Pembroke’s feet, pressed her forehead against his knee, her blue eyes flicking up at him, before darting a smug, sideways glance at Leila.
“Master...” she whispered “Can I show Leila how to please your cock properly?” She wanted to prove that she was better, more obedient, more useful than Leila.
“I think that’s a sensible course of action ... yes.”
Pembroke’s lips curled into a smug, triumphant smirk as he shifted forward, his massive body sinking deeper into the armchair. He lifted his thick thighs, hoisting them up over the armrests, spreading himself open like a hideous feast.
His asshole puckered, dark and tight, nestled between the hairy, meaty slabs of his thighs. His balls hung heavy, swaying slightly as he adjusted, the wrinkled sac resting above his anus. And there, proud and obscene, was his cock—eight inches of thick, veined flesh, already half-erect and twitching with anticipation. His grey pubic hair curled like wire around the base.
Grace pressed her palm against Leila’s trembling back, a firm, guiding shove. She turned to the brunette, her still blood-stained lips parting in a grin.
“Look what I do,” she whispered. Her small hand cradled his heavy balls, weighing them, squeezing just enough to make him grunt in approval. Her other hand gripped the base of his cock, her fingers barely able to wrap around the thick, pulsing shaft, and then ... without breaking eye contact with Leila ... she leaned in, her lips parting over the purple helmet, her tongue flicking against the salty pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Mmm ... see, Leila?” she murmured, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her throat already opening for him. “You lick first ... then you suck...”
“Let her try” ordered Pembroke.
Grace’s lips slid off his cock with a ‘pop.’ She flashed a smug, triumphant smile at Leila, her chin shiny with his pre-cum. “Go on...” she cooed, stroking the shaft. “You won’t get it all in your mouth like I can. Just try and suck the helmet for now.”
Leila’s stomach churned as she forced herself to look ... really look ... at what was being shoved in her face. His cock was like some monstrous mushroom sprouting from a fleshy, hairy stem. The head was swollen and slick, the slit at the tip oozing thick, clear fluid, the shaft beneath it throbbing, nestled in a tangle of gray, unruly pubic hair that clung to the hairy skin of his belly and thighs.
She took solace in the fact she had no choice. Her tongue darted out, nervously wetting her lips, as she swallowed hard, again and again, as if she could force down the bile rising inside her.
She inched closer, her gaze flickering from the dripping tip to the matted gray pubic hair, as she passed over the helmet. Then, slowly, she lowered her mouth ... until she felt it, the hot, rubbery flesh pressed against the sides of her mouth, salty and sour, the size of it already forcing her jaws wider Pembroke smiled and pushed back her shock of wavy black hair, getting a nice view of the young girl struggling to accommodate the cock in inside her mouth.
Grace, meanwhile, was disconcerted to see that Leila somehow had managed to get her mouth down halfway the shaft. She was getting this a lot quicker than she had! She looked up at the master and tried to catch his eye but he was engrossed in the dark haired child and her efforts.
Eager not to be left out, Grace brought her tongue to the shaft and ran it from the bottom to Leila’s lips, then over her face and back down again to his balls.
“Hmmm this is heaven” ... moaned Pembroke, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy.
Grace tapped Leila on the shoulder. “Master loves this.” She giggled quietly while she inserted her index finger up his asshole. Pembroke’s back arched as he exhaled in pleasure.
After a few minutes of wet, sloppy sucking, Pembroke tapped Grace’s forehead. “Take her on a tour of my balls and asshole now.”
“Yes, Sir!” Grace beamed, her fingers glistening as she pulled them free from his tight, hairy asshole with a soft squelch. She pulled Leila off his cock by the hair, the brunette gasping as his saliva-slicked shaft slipped from her lips with a lewd smack. Then, without hesitation, Grace shoved her dirty fingers into her still open mouth.
“Taste the master’s ass,” she commanded. Pembroke smiled at the little blonde, she was gaining in confidence.
Leila didn’t look at the fingers. Instead, she locked eyes with Grace, her stomach twisting as she parted her lips and took the bony digits into her mouth. The taste was foul—but she swallowed her disgust, already knowing where her tongue would be forced next.
“Now,” Grace cooed, cupping his sagging balls with delicate, practised care, “the Master’s balls are very delicate—you have to be very careful.” She poked out her tongue to lick the wrinkled sac with slow, worshipful strokes. “Just lick very gently ... don’t suck. I suck,” she purred, “but I know the Master’s balls very well. You just watch me and lick.”
Both girls moved their mouths to the hairy, sweat-slicked pouch, their tongues meeting in the middle, sliding over the loose skin, their spit mingling as they lavished his sac together.
After a few minutes, Grace ran her hand through Leila’s hair, smiling, as she dragged her tongue lower, tracing a wet path down the hairy trench of his crack toward the dark, puckered hole waiting between his spread cheeks.
Leila followed her fellow slave, her tongue running over coarse hair until hers met Grace’s in the shadow of his crack, pressed together, fighting for space over the wrinkled sphincter, clenching and relaxing under their shared breath.
Pembroke groaned, his thighs trembling as the dueling tongues worked him open, the tight muscle yielding beneath their swirling strokes. Grace aggressively pushed her tongue inside, while Leila could only lick around, their lips almost sealing his asshole in a joint French kiss.
“Wow...” Pembroke chuckled, his fingers dragging over his bald scalp, lost in bliss. “If you had told me this time last year that I’d have two gorgeous teenage girls licking my asshole ... I would’ve never believed it. Not even in my wildest dreams.”
A slow, sick grin spread across his face as he finally opened his eyes, gazing down at the tangled mess of blonde and black hair between his spread thighs, their tongues still swirling over his anus.
“And I bet if anyone had told you two that you’d be locked up in some old man’s basement licking his asshole ... you wouldn’t have believed it in your wildest nightmares!”
His body shook with the force of his unhinged laughter, his asshole clenching and fluttering open beneath their busy mouths.
Leila was about to gag when Grace’s hand found hers, fingers interlaced squeezing tight, while their tongues still worked together, in a silent bond.
A few minutes later, Pembroke’s cock felt like a rocket aiming for the moon. He yanked Grace up from between his legs by the hair. “Now I want my cock in you, Grace. Get up and come here...” He dragged her forward, positioning her to straddle his lap.
Grace obeyed without hesitation, lowering her naked body onto his spread legs, the tip of his cock touching her belly button. Below her, Leila remained where she was, still rimming his asshole.
“Leila...” Pembroke’s fingers hooked between Grace’s pale buttocks, spreading them wide, exposing the glistening, pink slit between her cheeks. “Why don’t you wet Grace with that useful little tongue of yours, hmm?”
Leila’s gaze locked onto Grace’s dripping pussy, right there in her line of sight. The tiny, clenched hole at the top of her folds looked impossibly tight, she wondered how the master’s thick cock was able to force its way inside? Would licking even help? Anyway ... She had a job to do.
Pembroke sucked on Grace’s small breasts, his lips clamping around her small, hardened nipples. Grace moaned, her fingers sliding along his bald head, holding him close as his teeth bit into her barely developed tit flesh.
Leila’s tongue dragged along Grace’s outer lips, along her slit. She found Grace’s tiny clit, hidden under its hood, and flicked it, as her tongue pressed deeper, forcing its way through the tight cunt walls, exploring and invading, while her nose nudged into her tightly wound asshole.
Grace sighed, her body arching as two tongues worked her, Pembroke’s devouring her nipples, Leila’s exploring her pussy. Then Pembroke captured Grace’s lips in a bruising kiss.
“Put my cock in her, child,” Pembroke snarled, tearing his mouth away from Grace’s lips for just a moment.
Her hand slipped beneath Grace’s buttocks, fingers groping for Pembroke’s throbbing penis, which lay almost glued to his stomach. She pulled it free and through between Grace’s legs, the helmet sliding along her hot furrow as it emerged from between her spread cheeks.
Leila spat on it, remembering what she’d seen Grace do. She angled it towards her, then upwards, positioning the dripping tip directly beneath the blonde teenager’s small cunt-hole. She pulled Grace down by the hip, forcing her downwards on-top of the penis.
The bulbous head nudged against Grace’s resisting opening. Grace kept he lips on Pembroke’s as she began to lower herself, as she felt the steel like cock trying to force its way inside her. Leila watched, her pupils dilating almost as much as Grace’s vaginal opening, which stretched just enough for the cock to slide inside.
Grace took a deep breath, then pushed down harder, exhaling into Pembroke’s mouth as his tongue forced its way down her throat. The cockhead breached her, spreading her open, burning as it sank deeper.
Pembroke groaned, sucking on Grace’s lips, grunting as her vice-like cunt gripped his member.
“Oh yes, bitch— ride me,” Pembroke snarled into Grace’s face, their noses pressed together, his hot breath mixing with her whimpers as she bounced up and down on his cock, her pussy lips hugging the thick shaft with every desperate thrust.
Leila watched, mesmerized by the obscene slime of Grace’s pussy dragging along his cock,
“Leila...” Pembroke’s voice cut through the wet sounds of flesh on flesh. “Her asshole is next. Keep your tongue on it—get it ready for me, you filthy little slut.”
Leila’s tongue stayed glued to Grace’s asshole, now winking with every upward lift of her hips. Leila’s neck moved in time with Grace’s ass, chasing the elusive moving sphincter. Her palms pressed against Grace’s buttocks, spreading them and supporting herself.
Pembroke’s teeth sank into Grace’s neck, sharp and sudden, hard enough to bruise, to break skin. His fingernails raked down her back, scraping, digging, like he wanted to flay her open and feast on what was underneath. He wanted to eat her, this gorgeous, young blonde thing, so delicate, so delicious. It wasn’t enough to rape her holes, to lick her skin, to fuck her raw. He wanted to consume her.
A fleeting thought slithered through his mind, He now had two girls. Maybe he could afford to be ... adventurous with one of them.
Grace screamed as his bite deepened, his teeth grinding into her flesh, her body jerking against him, trapped between his jaws and his cock.
“Aaaaa—! Screamed Grace in pain.
Pembroke snapped back, his lips tasting the coppery tang of Grace’s blood, trickling from the ragged bite on her neck. With a feral snarl, he plunged his tongue back into her mouth. Grace whined, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she tried to blot out the pain from her neck.
Then his gaze snapped down to the brunette, her face still buried in the bouncing ass.
“Now, child,” he roared, “Move my cock into her ass!”
Leila jerked back, her fingers digging into Grace’s butt cheeks, pushing them up until Pembroke’s cock popped free from her stretched cunt. A thin, glistening thread of slime hung between Grace’s pussy and the shaft.
With one hand gripping the iron cock, she pressed the other finger against Grace’s asshole, feeling it pulse beneath her touch. She spat onto the tight ring, working her finger inside, preparing it.
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