Amazing Grace
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 40
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 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
Thousands of miles away, in Sydney, Australia, Victoria Pembroke lay sprawled across her bed, naked and half-drunk, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She was drunk, reliving the terrible toll the last few months had taken on her.
Watching the illegal videos of Grace and Leila, like millions of others, had turned her on, but after the pleasure, she had at first felt the dread of what she had done, masturbating to videos of underage girls being sexually abused in captivity. But then she had slowly noticed the details in the videos, particularly the pale circle on the wall where she remembered the dartboard, where her father Edward Pembroke had first raped her.
She had watched dozens of hours of footage, reliving her own hell with her father, before she came to the unavoidable conclusion that the girls were being held by her own father, in the basement of her childhood home.
“Hey, Mom.”
Alice, her daughter, stood there, her young body barely concealed by a tiny bikini top and a sarong that clung to her hips, her orange thong peeking out, matching her bra that barely contained her perky, teenage breasts.
“Mom,” Alice purred, her voice low and husky, “I think you were so brave. I heard all about Grandad. What a fucking monster. I hope he suffers for what he did to you.” She trailed a finger along her mother’s collarbone. “He really messed you up, didn’t he?”
Victoria was wet between her legs, her nipples hardening under Alice’s gaze. “Alice ... please,” she whispered, but her protest lacked conviction.
Alice crawled onto the bed, her sarong slipping away to reveal the orange thong hugging her tight, young ass. “It’s okay, Mom,” she murmured, pressing her body against Victoria’s. “I know you’d never hurt me. But I know you want me.” Her fingers traced circles over Victoria’s breasts, teasing the stiff peaks. “I know you’re fucked up because of him ... but I want you too.”
Victoria moaned softly as Alice’s lips found her neck, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin. “Oh, Alice...” she breathed, her hands instinctively reaching for her daughter, pulling her closer. “You don’t understand...”
“I do,” Alice interrupted, her tongue flicking against Victoria’s earlobe. “I know exactly what you need, Mom.” She slipped a hand between Victoria’s thighs, her fingers brushing against her mother’s cunt.
Victoria’s last shred of resistance dissolved. She turned to face her daughter, their lips crashing together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Alice’s tongue slid into her mother’s mouth, exploring as her hands roamed Victoria’s body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until Victoria gasped.
“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” Alice whispered against her lips, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Victoria’s thong “I love you.”
Victoria peeled the bikini top from Alice’s body, revealing her firm, young breasts. She cupped them, her thumbs brushing over the tight, pink nipples, eliciting a soft whimper from her daughter. “Oh, baby...” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “You’re perfect.”
Alice arched into her mother’s touch as Victoria’s mouth closed around one nipple, sucking gently before biting down just enough to make Alice moan. “Mom ... yes...” Alice’s fingers tangled in Victoria’s hair, pulling her closer as she ground her hips against her mother’s thigh.
Victoria’s hands pulled her daughter’s thong aside. She slipped two fingers inside her daughter, feeling how wet and tight she was. Alice’s eyes rolled back as Victoria’s fingers worked inside her, her hips bucking in rhythm.
Victoria couldn’t hold back any longer. She flipped Alice onto her back, her mouth trailing down her daughter’s body, kissing, licking, tasting every inch of her. When she reached the juncture between Alice’s thighs, she buried her face between her daughter’s legs, her tongue flicking against Alice’s clit. Alice cried out, her back arching off the bed as Victoria’s tongue worked its magic.
An hour later, mother and daughter were naked, drenched in sweat, lying intertwined in bed and holding hands.
“Oh Alice, we cannot tell anyone about this ... you’re too young ... and ... you’re my daughter! I’ve gone and done what my dad did to me...”
Alice put a finger to her mother’s lips. “Don’t worry, mom, I can keep a secret.” She smiled and kissed Victoria again, and rested her face against her mother’s bosom as Victoria sighed in relief and happiness.
Charlotte Perkins was lost in a nightmare, her body pinned beneath Edward Pembroke’s crushing weight. His cock forced its way inside her cunt stretching her to the point of tearing. She tried to scream “Get off me, you bastard!” but it was useless.
Above her, Pembroke’s hairy, hulking frame loomed, his bald head glistening with sweat, his teeth bared, saliva dripping off his lips over her face. His rough hands gripped her ankles, pressing them back toward her shoulders, as his penis expanded, filling her up, splitting her open.
Then, Grace was there. She stood beside the bed, dressed in that schoolgirl outfit, the same one from the videos, the one that had haunted Charlotte’s waking nightmares.
“Hello, Mummy,” Grace cooed, her voice dripping with a sickening, childlike delight. “Let Mr. Pembroke fuck you. His cock tastes so good ... so thick, so hard inside me. I want to lick your pussy while he does it, Mummy. I want to taste you while he fills you up.”
“No, Grace—please, no! Go away! Don’t look at me like that ... don’t say those things...”
Grace only giggled, her fingers tracing the hem of her skirt as she climbed onto the bed, a flash of white panties catching Charlotte’s eyes. “But Mummy, I know you think about it,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. “I know you play with your clit when you watch my videos. It’s okay ... I think about you too. Let me sit on your face while Mr. Pembroke fucks you. Let me feel your tongue on my pussy while he fills you up...”
Charlotte’s vision blurred as Pembroke’s cock forced its way past her cervix, each brutal thrust driving deeper, stretching her beyond endurance. She could feel the wet, slapping impact of his hips against her ass, the pain radiating through her like a live wire. Above her, Grace’s blue eyes gleamed with a sickening, knowing light, her schoolgirl skirt riding up as she straddled Charlotte’s face.
Grace’s thighs settled heavily on either side of her mother’s head, the soft, clammy flesh pressing against Charlotte’s cheeks. The white cotton of Grace’s panties hovered just inches from Charlotte’s lips, the musky scent of her daughter’s arousal filling her nostrils.
“Use your tongue on me, Mummy...”
Charlotte tried to turn her head, to scream, but Grace’s weight pinned her in place. She could feel the heat of her daughter’s pussy through the thin fabric, the dampness seeping against her mouth. Pembroke’s grunts filled the air as he fucked her harder, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.
“Lick me,” Grace pleaded. You know you want to. I know what you’ve been watching, mummy.”
“That’s right, bitch! Eat your little girl, filthy slut!” Pembroke belted out the command as he fucked her even harder.
Charlotte’s stomach twisted in revulsion, and her tongue darted out, tasting the musk of her own daughter.
“Oh yes, Mummy,” Grace purred. “You like it, don’t you? You like how I taste...”
Charlotte’s vision blurred again, the white of Grace’s panties dissolving into a searing, blinding light. The pain between her legs flared, sharper now, deeper, as if Pembroke’s cock had split her open all over again.
Suddenly, she saw other people, nurses, milling around. The white light above her was not her daughter’s panty clad crotch, but a harsh fluorescent glow.
She looked down and saw the Pembroke was gone but the pain remained. Her belly was huge and swollen, rounded, the skin stretched taut over the unmistakable curve of pregnancy. She was in a hospital bed, her legs spread wide, stirrups digging into her thighs.
“Oh my God, Mummy, you’re awake!”
Charlotte could hear her daughter but could not see her. Her vision was locked on the grotesque swell of her belly, the way it heaved and twisted with a lifeform inside.
Then the pain spiked and a searing, ripping agony stole her breath. Two nurses suddenly appeared between her legs.
“She’s awake!” one of them called out, but Charlotte barely heard her.
She screamed as her body convulsed, the pressure between her legs becoming unbearable. With a final, tearing wrench, the baby slid out of her, a slick, bloodied lump of flesh that hit the air with a choked, mewling cry.
Charlotte threw her head back, and fainted back into a slumber.
Charlotte finally clawed her way back to consciousness, the first thing she noticed was that her swollen stomach was now gone, she lay flat on her back, but her limbs were leaden and unresponsive.
Slowly, she turned her head toward the bed beside hers. Her daughter, Grace, was back, and sitting beaming at her with a radiant smile, cradling two infants, one swaddled in blue, one in pink.
“Oh, Mummy, you’re awake again!” Grace’s voice was bright, cheerful, as if this were the happiest reunion in the world.
“Grace? Grace ... is that really you?”
“Yes, Mummy!” Grace giggled, her eyes shining with a disturbing, almost manic joy. “I’m so glad you’re finally awake! Now we’re both mummies!”
Charlotte sat up, but collapsed back down again limply. ‘s body felt numb, her thoughts sluggish, as if her brain couldn’t process what she was seeing. She tried to move, but her limbs barely responded. “Careful, Mummy,” Grace added, her tone suddenly gentle, almost mocking. “Your body is still healing. You’ve been in a coma for nine months.”
Charlotte’s breath hitched, her stomach twisting in knots. “What the...” Her gaze dropped to the bundle in Grace’s arms—the one in blue. “Is that ... my baby?”
Grace’s smile widened, her fingers stroking the infant’s cheek. “Yes! Haha! And this one is mine!” She lifted the pink-swaddled baby slightly, her voice bubbling with pride. “They’re brother and sister! I’ve got a girl, and you’ve got a boy!”
Charlotte’s mind shattered. “What the fuck is going on?! Where am I? Where have you been? You were—you were kidnapped!”
Grace’s expression softened, but her eyes remained eerily calm. “Mummy ... we need to talk.”
There was a very private christening at a small chapel in London, where the two mothers had gone to great lengths to secure as much privacy as possible. Grace and Charlotte had given birth within a day of each other, and now, a few weeks later, they were christening their babies together.
Charlotte still needed a crutch to walk, and mentally, she was far from whole. The last thing she remembered was getting drunk while watching photos of Grace. She had no memory of visiting Edward Pembroke, no memory of the sex, and no memory of the car accident that had left her in a coma. She had apparently fallen pregnant just days before the crash, and after nine months of unconsciousness, the trauma of giving birth had jolted her awake.
The shock came when she learned the truth: the father of her baby was the same bastard who had fathered Grace’s child. All those hours she had spent with Edward Pembroke, trusting him, confiding in him, while he was torturing and raping her daughter. The stories of her stolen underwear, the unspeakable horrors he had inflicted on Grace, made her physically ill. And now, the monster was not only the father of her newborn child but also of her grandchild.
Grace, on the other hand, was delighted to be a mother, despite being just 15 years old and carrying the child of her captor. She had refused an abortion after being freed, determined to keep her baby while her own mother lay pregnant in a coma, unaware of the nightmare unfolding around her.