Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 32
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 32 - Lucy is a shy, awkward and innocent red headed schoolgirl, struggling to deal with school bullies, puberty and becoming the prey of predatory perverts. This is a tale of evil, a dark story, please do not read expecting a light hearted story.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft ft Mult Teenagers Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual School Incest Mother Daughter Niece Aunt MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Teacher/Student
The air in Ed Pembroke’s upstairs bedroom was thick with the stench of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the depraved life of a fifty year old pervert, who somehow had gained power over dozens of unfortunate women all over the world. And in particular, the two nervous schoolgirls sitting on his bed.
Lucy and Naomi sat side by side on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, their green pleated skirts and white blouses so clean against everything else in the room. Pembroke was looking at them like pieces of meat, in just a pair of underpants, knowing that in a few minutes, he was going to be inside them again. But first, he needed to hammer something home.
“You’re gonna be stars in certain circles,” he sneered, swigging from a can of warm lager. “Not the kind of stars your mums would be proud of, mind. The kind that get fucked in every hole by politicians and rich cunts!” He grinned, showing off his yellowed teeth.
Lucy and Naomi were biting their lips with nerves, usually it would be the dread of having to get naked and have this disgusting brute have his way with them. But today, something different might be going to happen, and it was even scarier.
“They like ‘em young, Tight. Scared. Just like all bitches should. You’ll be passed around like a fucking buffet. Don’t be afraid to cry, they’ll love that, Christ it’s like a feeding frenzy for you girls! Especially now they’ve all see Claude’s movie.”
The girls squirmed at the thought of these strange, anonymous powerfully men enjoying themselves at the footage of them being raped and abused.
“I should be doing this with my online girls as well. This time next year, I’ll be rich! Now, sluts, how are things going with the cameras? Got any nice spots yet?”
“Yes...” Lucy began, flicking her gaze to Naomi. “We think we have one girl. She’s like a first-year, so really young, and ... we think you’ll like her.”
“So...” Ed’s eyes bulged eagerly. “Got any photos or videos yet?”
“Not yet ... but ... I promise, Ed, honest. We have the right hiding place for the camera. By the end of this week, we’ll get a recording to you.”
“Excellent ... I can wait then ... But we need younger. There’s so much demand...” He chuckled. “And I’ve got to tell you, I badly want to fuck a girl who still believes in Santa. Haha.”
Lucy nodded, while Naomi tried to stop the bile from rising in her throat.
“Anyway, I’m lucky enough to have two gorgeous girls in my bedroom,” Ed said, slipping off his dressing gown. Now in just his underpants, he looked between each of their legs, licking his lips.
At that moment, the front doorbell rang.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Ed cursed, hastily pulling his gown back on. “Fucking charity cunts probably!”
“Edward! Edward! There’s someone at the door!” his mother called from downstairs. “Are you going to answer it?”
“No, Mother, just go back to bed!” he snapped. He had two sweet schoolgirls in his bedroom, and answering the door, or dealing with his annoying mother, was the last thing he wanted.
“Edward, there’s someone at the door!” she insisted, her voice rising in confusion.
“Fucking hell, OK, Mother! Go back to bed ... I’ll answer it!” Ed shouted, his patience wearing thin.
He turned back to the girls, who were now holding hands. You two, stay here. Don’t say a word. When I get back up, I want those skirts and blouses on the floor, and you both in just your knickers and bras. Got it?”
The girls nodded mutely as Ed stomped downstairs, his bare feet slapping against the worn carpet. They exchanged a wide-eyed glance but didn’t move to undress.
Downstairs, Ed yanked the front door open to reveal two middle-aged women dressed in smart, professional attire—one in a navy-blue blazer and trousers, the other in a conservative skirt and blouse, both carrying official-looking clipboards.
“Mr. Pembroke?” The taller woman, her greying hair pulled into a tight bun, flashed an ID badge. “We’re with the council’s Adult Social Care department. We’re here to interview your mother regarding her suitability for permanent accommodation in a care facility.”
Ed blinked. “The council?”
“Yes,” the woman replied crisply. “Following Dr. Smith’s assessment, there’s a recommendation that she be placed in age-appropriate accommodation, fully funded.”
Ed’s ears pricked up. A care home? Free? His mother had been a thorn in his side for years, his whole life actually. Always interrupting, nagging, demanding attention. Even interfering with his abuse of these two girls, and wanting Naomi to herself. The fucking old hag, she had always preferred his brother anyway, even when he was in prison! Getting rid of her would be a dream.
“You’re saying ... a care home? For free?”
“We’ll need to interview your mother first,” the taller woman continued, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Just a quick chat to ensure she’s comfortable with the arrangement. It won’t take long.”
“Edward!” it was his mother again. “Who is it?”
“Just a minute, Mother! Stay in your room. It’s just some salespeople!” Ed lied.
“Tell them to fuck off!” his mother shouted back. “When am I having my bath with that little Paki girl? Don’t be greedy, I need her down here!”
Ed winced, then turned back to the women, lowering his voice. “Sorry about that. Her dementia’s quite advanced.” He forced a smile and beckoned them inside. “Look, I’d really like to discuss this with you. Please, step inside.”
Ed Pembroke thought of the two girls upstairs. The little bitches better stay quiet ... But he desperately wanted to talk to these two women. Just a few minutes, he told himself. Then he’d let them see his mother, and they’d be on their way.
Anyway, it wasn’t as if those two little girls upstairs would suddenly grow a spine and ask for help now, of all times. He smirked to himself, imagining what he was going to do to them later. Pathetic, sweet little cunts.
He turned, forcing a grin, to offer the two women following him inside a cup of tea.
“Now, would you like tea or—”
Ed froze.
A black stick was pointed at him, its tip crackling with electricity. The older woman held it, her grey eyes cold and unblinking. Before he could react, there was a fizzing sound, a searing jolt of pain—and then nothing but blackness.
“Children? Downstairs, if you please.”
It was Ms. Trunchbull who had just tasered Ed Pembroke, now convulsing on the floor. She delivered another crackling jolt for good measure.
Lucy and Naomi scurried downstairs in their green and white school uniforms, shocked to see Ms. Trunchbull standing over Ed Pembroke’s unconscious body—his dressing gown splayed open, leaving him in just his underpants—alongside Lucy’s mother, Samantha.
“Oh my God! Mummy!” Lucy gasped, throwing herself into her mother’s arms.
“Oh ... Ms. Trunchbull, did you ... is he dead?” Naomi stammered, trembling with shock.
“Not quite yet,” Ms. Trunchbull replied, pulling a syringe from inside her jacket. “One of the perks of running a school is access to the chemistry lab.” She turned to the girls, her expression stern. “Now, children, this next part will be quite trying for you to watch. Why don’t you...”
“Edward! I thought I told you to tell those people to fuck off!” a raspy voice screeched from the other room. “I can hear them babbling! Get them out of my fucking house now! And where is that Paki girl? I want her in here naked, now!”
Ms. Trunchbull raised an eyebrow at Naomi. “I think, child, that perhaps you should endure this task. Why don’t you go into Mrs. Pembroke’s room and ... entertain her for a few more minutes while we clean up here?”
Naomi nodded, her heart pounding. She was too full of adrenaline ... and too terrified of what they might do to the odious Ed Pembroke ... to dwell too much on the thought of the old hag. One last time, she told herself, moving into the bedroom and tugging her skirt down, knowing that soon, it would be on the floor.
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