#Incest #Lesbian #Pregnancy #Teen
Kate joins her daughter on Pembroke’s island as a sex slave
Maddie’s vision blurred as she stared at the wild waves crashing onto the shore, the salt spray stinging her face and soaking her skin. On her hands and knees, she rocked back and forth, as her ‘Daddy’ fucked her from behind. Each thrust into her was a hammer blow, driving deeper into her. Her back arched, hair a wild halo, as he slammed into her. Then, the recoil –as he withdrew, her head falling back towards the grass. Grunts and screams tore from her throat, a raw, animalistic sound as she tried to cope with the relentless assault on her cervix. As Pembroke gripped her bony hips, pulling her and pushing her onto his cock as he fucked her, he looked from her slim back and wild wavy hair to the waves, glorying in the freedom of fucking his slave, his prisoner, in the open air.
“Mmmmmmm … I’m cumming!” Pembroke withdrew abruptly, grabbing her hair in a vice grip and pulling her face down towards his groin. She knew the drill. Maddie only had to open her mouth and stick her tongue under his cock, to wait for the spurt of hot fluid to hit her mouth. She quickly swallowed it.
“That was great, Maddie, but you carry on, play with yourself and make yourself cum!” said Pembroke. Maddie remained on all fours, relieved that the pain was gone but still reeling from the sensation of the pressure in her vagina which left a lingering itch that needed scratched. Pembroke stood and admired the view of the sea and the distant islands, paying scant regard to the naked teenage girl face down on the ground, with her hand furiously frigging her clit, moaning into the grass, her back arched and ass up and facing the waves, the saltwater wind splattering against her pussy and asshole. As he heard the inevitable long call of ecstasy from her, he smiled down at her, and gazed again out to sea, master of all he surveyed.
“Now, back to the house, my little one, patting her upturned ass cheeks, as her face sank into the grass, exhausted.
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Kate McAllister sat stiffly across the table, her fingers gripping the edge of her chair. Detective Ferguson broke the silence.
“Mrs. McAllister, thank you for coming in. We’ve widened the investigation into Maddie’s disappearance. That’s why we had to search your house.” Kate’s jaw tightened.
“People are already gossiping, thinking we had something to do with Maddie going missing. You should be out there looking for her, not tearing our lives apart!” Detective MacLeod leaned forward.
“During the search, we found something important—Maddie’s diary.” Kate blinked.
“Maddie had a diary?” The detectives exchanged a glance.
“Yes,” MacLeod said.
“And there’s an entry you need to see.” He slid a photocopy across the table. Kate’s stomach sank as she recognized Maddie’s handwriting.
“A MONSTER VIOLATED ME TODAY. I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING PURE ANYMORE; NOW I’M JUST A FILTHY SLUT. THIS MAN TOOK ALMOST EVERYTHING FROM ME, HE TOUCHED ME THE WAY NO MAN SHOULD EVER TOUCH A CHILD BUT I FEEL I’M TO BLAME, AND I BELIEVE I AM. I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN TRUST MY FATHER TO HELP ME. AFTER TODAY, I DON’T THINK I’LL EVER THINK OF HIM THE SAME WAY AGAIN.” The blood drained from Kate’s face.
“What … what is this? This can’t be real,” she whispered, shaking her head.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Ferguson’s voice was firm.
“Mrs. McAllister, the handwriting matches Maddie’s. The diary was hidden in her room. Is there anything unusual about her behavior you can tell us?” Kate’s voice rose.
“You’re not seriously suggesting Gerry—my husband—did something to Maddie? That’s absurd!” MacLeod’s tone remained calm.
“We’re not accusing anyone, but we can’t ignore this entry. Maddie wrote it a month before she disappeared, and there were reports of nightmares and screaming. We need to understand what she might have been trying to say.” Kate shoved the paper back.
“Nightmares? Yes, she had bad dreams! I told you that! But Gerry would never hurt her.” Ferguson leaned in.
“You witnesses reported that Maddie came into your tent while you and your husband were unclothed.” Kate flushed with anger.
“That was because she was screaming and we didn’t have time to dress! You’re twisting everything!” MacLeod softened his tone.
“Mrs. McAllister, I understand how this looks, but Maddie’s words raise questions we can’t ignore. If there’s anything that could help us understand, we need your full cooperation.” Kate’s breath caught.
“You’re wrong about Gerry. Maddie … she must have been confused. That’s all this is—a misunderstanding.” For the first time, a flicker of doubt crept into Kate’s mind.
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“Maddie’s face twisted in an uncontrollable expression of ecstasy as she faced the open sky. She lay naked on the ground, bound and spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles tied with ropes to four stakes driven firmly into the earth.” Pembroke loved the imagery in front of him—the young teenager stretched out on the grass like a pagan sacrifice. He ran his finger along her navel, tracing from the gap between her ribs and her flat chest, down to her belly button, past the hollow above her mons, and along her slit, fantasizing about how easily he could open her up, like some Viking ritual murder. Meanwhile, his other hand lingered at her armpit, tickling her and sending her into uncontrollable hysterics. Her body was taut, her hands gripping the ropes, allowing only slight bends at her elbows and knees as she thrashed helplessly, trying to escape his relentless fingers.
“Aaaahhh!” she shouted.
“Please, no more! I can’t stand it! Eeekkk!” Pembroke giggled, loving the look of reluctant pleasure on her face. He ran his other finger down to her clit and gently teased it, twirling the tiny little bud at the top of her labia like a tiny joystick.
“Ohhhhh…” she moaned, biting into a clump of grass, desperate for anything to help her control the burning waves of sensation rippling through her body. Pembroke studied her face intently, and just as she was about to orgasm, he withdrew his finger from her clit. Instead, he moved it to her other armpit, resuming his relentless tickling.
“Ahhhhhhh, noooo please Daddy…!” she cried, writhing her pelvis into the air, her glistening pussy desperate for any touch. Her arms flailed helplessly, like a puppet’s, as she struggled against the ropes, desperate to pull them down and stop the tickling.
“I love how you react to this,” soothed Pembroke.
“Please … Daddy … it’s too much … aaa,” Maddie moaned.
“Now, if you want some relief and the tickling to stop, you need to talk about your father. What is his body like? His cock? Come on.” “No … Daddy, please! There’s nothing … too…” “Come on, Maddie. He’s no man if he hasn’t fucked you, but you must have seen him naked. What is his chest like?” “H … hairy…” “His back?” “Not … hh … hairy…” “Do you think he’s handsome?” “I-I don’t know…” she stuttered, her mind blank, focusing only on trying to ignore the tickling.
“And you’re sure you’ve never seen his cock?” “No … Daddy, I promise!” Pembroke smiled as she was forced to use “Daddy” to refer to him.
“Boring…” he said sarcastically.
“Now, what about your mummy? She made you wax your pussy, and you’ve heard her having sex with your father. What about her?” “What … what do you mean?” “What are her tits like? Her nipples?” “They’re … big! … they’re … round!” “Would you like to suck on them?” “She’s my mother!” “Haha, and I’m your daddy and you suck my cock!” Pembroke grinned wickedly.
“Euuuurghhh!” Maddie screamed, feeling like her mind was breaking under the relentless tickling.
“I bet your mummy wanted you to feed on those tits of hers. That’s why she kept bringing you into the tent,” he taunted.
“No … Daddy, … it was the … nightmares…” “Who was in the nightmares?” Pembroke asked, his voice brimming with cruel delight.
“Hmmm … I don’t want to … the monster!” “Haha, me!” he exclaimed triumphantly. He suddenly stopped, bored of the conversation that was leading nowhere.
“Now, Maddie, time to continue your education. I have licked every square inch of your body, and quite a bit far into your insides too,” he winked at her.
“But I want you to get used to my body a bit more, not just my cock and balls and my mouth. Today, you are going to become intimately acquainted with my asshole.” Maddie groaned. She had seen it often enough—a bruised, angry-looking muscle she had tried to avoid focusing on while sucking and licking around the area. It was surrounded by coarse grey hair, damp with sweat, and God knows what else when his buttocks parted. She dreaded what was coming next, knowing that pleading would do her no good.
“Now, I will be giving you a treat for this challenge!” Pembroke said as he removed his shorts and T-shirt, standing naked in the warm afternoon sun, the breeze gently rustling the hair on his torso.
“I have some Nutella here. Do you like Nutella?” Maddie nodded sadly.
“I didn’t hear you,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied softly.
“I am going to smear it on my ass crack, and then I am going to squat over your face. I want you to lick it all off,” he said with a smile. He dipped his finger into the jar, scooping out a large glob, then reached behind him and smeared it between his ass cheeks, spreading it around his hairy hole.
“Hmmm, smells good already. You must be salivating,” he said with a grin. Maddie gagged as she stared up at the sun in the blue sky, tugging in vain at the knots around her wrists. She tried not to look until the very last moment, dreading what was coming. But then he approached, and the sunlight was blotted out by the looming eclipse of Pembroke’s ass descending toward her face.
“Don’t turn your face away, girl. Face up!” he commanded. Maddie kept her eyes tightly shut, the smell of Nutella mingling with the coarse hairs brushing against her cheeks. Her nose nudged against the sticky Nutella as she suppressed a whimper.
“Now, lick!” he ordered.
Maddie extended her tongue and curled it tentatively upward, pressing against the coarse, rough barrier of hair and skin. She tasted the Nutella, swallowing it down her throat as she tried to focus only on the flavor. After a while, she moved her face around, licking wherever she could find a hint of sweetness. Soon, the Nutella was gone, and she was left licking bare, sweaty skin. She could feel the large, wrinkled sphincter hovering just above her mouth. Pembroke took another glob of Nutella and rubbed it liberally around his asshole.
“More for you, my dear!” he said cheerfully. Soon, Maddie was licking vigorously, swallowing more Nutella, until she felt sick of it.
“Now concentrate on my asshole, Maddie. No more Nutella for now. Try to stick your tongue inside it—lick it to relax it, then force your tongue in, just like I do to you.” Maddie stared at the pulsating muscle in front of her. She swallowed her pride, braced herself against the horrible thought of what lay beyond, and began to lick it gently. Suddenly, she felt a buzz around her neck.
“Aaaaagghhh!” she cried out.
“Harder, Maddie, harder!” Pembroke demanded as he released the button on his watch, controlling the collar around her neck. Maddie caught her breath and swabbed his asshole with her tongue, feeling the ridges of his anus around the edges, including spots she didn’t want to think about. Then, folding her tongue inward like a sword, she plunged it into the winking gap.
“Oh yes, that feels good!” he sighed. After a few minutes of peaceful, relaxed rimming—at least from Pembroke’s point of view—he decided to make things more interesting by taking a chocolate bar from the pocket of his discarded shorts.
“Now, Maddie, time for a little friendly competition,” he said with a grin, towering over her, his mountain of hairy, wobbling flesh blotting out the sun.
“I’m going to stick a chunk of chocolate up my ass, and your challenge is to try your hardest to suck it out. I’m setting my timer to five minutes. After that, it’ll start melting, and it wouldn’t be a fair competition anymore. Once the timer’s up, I’m going to stick my finger up my ass to check, and if I find any chocolate left, you’ll get more tickling—and twenty spanks! Sound fair?” “Daddy … do I get anything if I … win?” she asked meekly.
“What would you like?” he asked curiously. Maddie hesitated. Freedom, she thought. Or just to be left alone for an hour—after days of being by his side, sleeping, fucking, going to the toilet, and playing these disgusting games. But she didn’t know what to say.
“I know!” said Pembroke excitedly.
“I’ll give you a prize I’ve thought of if you win. I’ll tell you what it is if you do!” “Okay, Daddy,” Maddie said resignedly. With that, Pembroke awkwardly inserted the large chunk of solid chocolate up his ass. Then he turned around and plopped his massive behind onto the girl’s face, his ass cheeks enveloping the sides of her head. Maddie could barely breathe; it was so hot and stuffy, and her mouth was invaded by his coarse hairs and dripping sweat. She focused on the asshole, noticing a trace of brown amid the winking muscle, trying not to retch at the sight. She planted her lips around it, as if giving a kiss, and sucked as hard as she could. Pembroke smiled and clenched his asshole tight, enjoying the sensation as he played with the young teenager’s nipples while resisting the suction of her mouth. Soon, she changed tactics, flicking her tongue, which sent him to heaven but also relaxed his sphincter muscles. The chocolate began to melt, dripping onto her tongue, and the flow of the fluid caused his ass to open up even more. Gradually, she was able to suck harder, and small solid chunks of chocolate came out of his ass and into her mouth.
“Aaaaaa,” sighed Pembroke in pleasure as he surrendered and emptied everything in his ass into her mouth while she choked on it before finally swallowing it. The beeper on his watch sounded. He got up and smiled at the gasping girl, her face smeared with brown stuff. He laughed but also screwed up his face in slight disgust—he wasn’t a fan of scat play himself. He stuck his finger up his ass and was pleased to find no chocolate and no shit on his finger.
“Well done, Maddie, you sucked out all the chocolate!” If Maddie was pleased by her victory, she didn’t show it. Her small chest heaved up and down shallowly, her concave stomach stretched out below her rib cage in exhaustion.
“Your prize will be another surprise, another thing you are going to get used to doing—it’s my piss!” he laughed hysterically as he watched the light fade from Maddie’s eyes. He stepped up and pointed his cock at her. He gently sprayed yellow urine all over her body, watching it pool around her belly button, drip down her pussy and sides, and trail along her thighs. He moved up to her breasts, aiming at each nipple before bringing it up to her face. He aimed at her eyes, but she squeezed them shut, so he bathed her hair in it instead.
“Now, Maddie, keep your face up,” he said as he struck her nostrils. She gasped, opening her mouth wide, and he quickly directed his stream straight down the back of her throat. This triggered more gasping, choking, and spluttering, her body shaking violently as she thought she might suffocate.
“Now, Maddie, just a bit more left. This time, keep your mouth open and hold it.” She obediently opened her mouth after more retching, letting it pool inside. She didn’t swallow, instead blocking her throat, waiting for his instruction.
“Gargle it,” he commanded. She hesitated, not understanding what he meant. Frustrated, he brought his hand to his watch and activated her collar. A sharp buzz ran through her throat, forcing it to open involuntarily. The liquid either went down her insides or was expelled by reflex as her head jerked uncontrollably, thrashing from side to side. Pembroke laughed as he sprinkled the last of his piss over her body, whistling cheerfully while Maddie spat and coughed, struggling to expel the bitter liquid from her mouth.
“Now, Maddie, welcome to eating ass and drinking piss—two new things that are vital to your education as a young lady on the island!” he said with a disturbingly cheery tone.
“I think I’ll leave you here to sunbathe and marinate in piss for a while. Get used to the taste and smell of it in your mouth before I bring you in and wash you off. For now, I’m heading inside to make us some dinner. See you in a bit!”
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Soon, Pembroke realized they were running low on food and water. He decided it was time to take his boat back to the mainland. It had been a while, and he needed to check his post, emails, and any news about Maddie. As he navigated his boat toward the mainland, unease crept into his thoughts. He worried he might be arrested on sight—maybe everyone in Scotland was on the lookout for him, Edward Pembroke. But if that were the case, wouldn’t they have already traced him to the island? The thought gnawed at him, and his worry grew as the salty water sprayed his face.
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Meanwhile, Maddie sat alone in her room, wearing a long white nightie with only white panties underneath, in the basement of the house. The sparse room contained just the essentials: the book Lolita, which he had commanded her to read, a mirror, a bed, a toilet, a drinking fountain, a few packets of biscuits, and some spare panties. She had no idea how long this would go on. At first, she had felt a sense of relief being away from him for a few hours. But now, isolation was taking its toll. She was beginning to miss him, miss the air outside, and was slowly losing her grip on reality in an entirely different way.
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As Pembroke rejoined civilization on the Scottish coast, he realized he need not have worried. No one was interested in him; no one was checking in or looking for him. He grimly understood that no one cared—not about him, not about his supposed death. There were no messages from friends (not that any existed), no follow-ups from probation, and nothing even from the health service. The only notifications he received were mundane updates about his deliveries. As he indulged in a sumptuous dinner at the local pub, his eyes devoured every inch of the barmaid serving him. He couldn’t help but appreciate the way her breasts filled out her top and how her tight denim skirt accentuated her toned curves down to her bare legs. How he missed tits and ass! Maddie had neither—at least, not yet. He wondered darkly if the barmaid he was watching might be suitable to also go missing – just like Maddie. She seemed to have an attitude and was much bigger than Maddie, but she wouldn’t need to be a prisoner for long. In fact, she might serve a purpose for some games he didn’t want to play with Maddie. His thoughts turned dark as he began to fantasize about kidnapping her, torturing her, drowning her, and using the island as his private stage for the most disgusting acts.
“I always thought there was something off about those doctors,” the barmaid said, interrupting his thoughts as she set down his second pint.
“Sorry?” Pembroke replied, shaken from the dark fantasy he had been having about her.
“Oh, I meant the McAllister case,” she said, nodding toward the TV. Pembroke glanced at the barmaid properly for the first time. She had dark hair, dark eyes, makeup thickly applied, and was probably around twenty-five. Large hooped earrings swayed as she moved.
“Oh, yes,” Pembroke stammered, now noticing the news broadcast on the screen.
“I see … oh, they’ve arrested the father?” The news showed footage of Gerry McAllister in handcuffs, being led by officers into a police station while mobs outside hurled abuse at him. The scene then cut to Kate McAllister, also in handcuffs, tears streaming down her face as she was escorted into a waiting car.
“I think they should hang them,” the barmaid muttered angrily.
“That poor little girl … she must have been so frightened. They could at least say what they did with the body. Sick bastards!” “Err … well, let’s not jump to conclusions,” Pembroke replied uneasily, his eyes glued to the screen, struggling to process what he was seeing and hearing.
The barmaid glanced at Pembroke. Poor guy—fat, old, and with scars across his face. Maybe he was a war veteran or had been stabbed during a robbery. He probably was a decent, hardworking man, but some people might flinch at his appearance and judge him unfairly. Gerry McAllister, on the other hand, was handsome, yet he used his looks for evil. It was so unfair.
“That Gerry McAllister,” she said, snarling at the TV.
“He’s like Ted Bundy—handsome but sick underneath. You can never judge a book by its cover.” She shook her head angrily.
“Did you hear he was going to strip clubs while married? And they had that poor girl in their tent while they were naked! Her schoolfriends said her mother … spanked her! And she was thirteen, going on fourteen! See? Nice on the outside, utter filth on the inside!” “Well, I just hope they find her,” Pembroke said thoughtfully.
“Oh, the McAllisters will have gotten rid of her by now,” the barmaid replied, her voice sharp with conviction.
“They say they had the police wasting time searching the loch while they dumped the body somewhere else. They’re no fools. I don’t think the body will ever be found.” “It’s such a sorry state of affairs,” Pembroke sighed, shaking his head slowly.
“Do you have kids?” the barmaid asked suddenly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him.
“Err … yes. I’m divorced, but I have two living in London,” he lied, trying to appear normal.
“God bless you, I hope you see them soon,” the barmaid said, her voice trembling as she began to tear up.
“You never know what sickos are out there … sorry, I keep saying I should contact my parents. I went a whole year without speaking to them—or anyone who knew me. I cut everyone out! I’m out here all alone, and if I went missing, I don’t think anyone would even notice for a week. It’s so scary.” “Oh, really?” Pembroke’s eyebrow shot up in curiosity, his sick mind already racing with plans to abduct her—she was clearly vulnerable, an ideal target.
“Yeah, so I called them just now,” she added quickly.
“I told them I’ll keep them updated every day about what I’m doing.” “Oh, very good idea,” Pembroke replied, forcing a smile.
“As you say, you never know what twisted souls are out there.” Inside, he cursed his luck. Oh well, she might have been more trouble that she was worth, he consoled himself.
“Sorry, I should get back to work,” she said, her voice breaking as tears welled up.
“Oh … I’m sorry,” Pembroke said gently, watching her walk away.
“I wish you all the best.” Soon, Pembroke was smirking, then giggling, as he read about the McAllisters on his phone. No DNA other than theirs had been found at the scene—those plastic coverings he had worn had worked perfectly. He silently congratulated himself. The court of public opinion was definitively against them, and the search for Maddie seemed to have stopped altogether. His grin widened as he inspected the packages that had arrived: exotic lingerie and an array of toys—whips, floggers, vibrators, butt plugs, and bamboo canes. He grinned to himself, eagerly anticipating his return journey in the morning and using the new toys on Maddie. From his jacket pocket, he surreptitiously pulled out a pair of used panties he had taken off Maddie just before leaving. Holding them to his face, he obscenely smelled and sucked on the gusset, his grin widening as he stared at her picture on the news. He smiled darkly, basking in the triumph of having executed the perfect kidnapping.
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Pembroke and Maddie were outside again, enjoying one of the last warm evenings of summer. Pembroke lounged on his deckchair, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, smoking a cigar, and watching Maddie, who was naked and performing for his amusement.
“Daddy says … turn around, bend over, stick your head between your legs, and stick your tongue out at me while saying, ‘I’m a stupid girl.’”
Maddie, with sweat dripping off her after hours of this “game,” turned around wearily. She planted her hands on the grass, lowered her head, looked at Pembroke upside down, stuck her tongue out, and mumbled, “I’m a sth-sthupid girl…”
Pembroke giggled and clapped like a seal. Every now and then, Maddie was reminded that he was completely unhinged.
“Daddy says … stick your left index finger up your asshole in that position and say it again.”
Maddie checked to ensure it was the correct finger, then moved it between her cheeks and into her asshole. She repeated the demeaning phrase, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Good,” Pembroke said with a delighted grin. “Now, Daddy says cluck around like a chicken again!”
Maddie sighed deeply, squatted low, brought her hands to her armpits, flared out her elbows, stuck her ass out, and began clucking. She took small, aimless steps around the yard, her body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation.
She could hear Pembroke giggling behind her and wished more than anything to be somewhere else. She tried to focus outside her body, imagining the sound of the sea in the distance … anything to escape this never-ending nightmare.
Buzz!
She felt the jolt to her neck and yelped in pain. It was her shock collar—Daddy had activated it.
“No slouching, Maddie! Keep up the chicken impersonation until I tell you to!”
Maddie bit her lip, suppressing the urge to scream in anger. She continued her ridiculous, humiliating chicken walk and squawking, fearing another shock. Behind her, her tormentor slapped his thigh in laughter, like an overgrown, handicapped child.
“Stop!”
Maddie sighed in relief at the break, her body trembling from exhaustion. But then, without warning— Buzz!
“Aaaaagh!” she screamed, clasping her neck in pain.
“Stupid bitch,” Pembroke teased. “I didn’t say ‘Daddy says.’ You need to remember the rules.”
Maddie’s eyes watered as she reluctantly went back to her humiliating chicken walk.
Pembroke took another drag of his cigar, the only sounds around them being the cries of seagulls above and the pathetic squawks of the exhausted girl in front of him.
“That’s enough of that game for today,” he finally said. “Game over. Maddie, I want you to crawl over here and lick my feet.”
Maddie stood frozen, defying him, waiting silently for the inevitable collar shock.
Buzz!
“Ahh … Daddy, I thought it was a trick!” she complained. “You didn’t say ‘Daddy says!’”
“It’s not a trick. The game is over. Now crawl over here and lick my feet,” he said impatiently.
He lifted the soles of his bare feet off the grass, ready for Maddie, as she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward his soiled, smelly, dirty feet. That familiar knot formed in her stomach, and she tried desperately to push it away.
She tried to imagine it wasn’t her tongue—she told herself she was far away, in her mind. She tried to imagine being outside with her parents, playing frisbee, anything but this degrading, disgusting act.
But she couldn’t avoid the feeling, as her tongue ran along the soles of his feet, tasting soil, grass, sweat, and the unpleasant ridges of his bunions. She obediently lapped her tongue up and down, suppressing the urge to retch.
“Oh yes, good girl,” he sighed. “Now, between the toes, and then suckle each of them one by one. Take your time—there’s no hurry,” he laughed.
He relished the sight of Maddie trying to overcome her discomfort, her pink tongue flashing between his hairy toes. Her small hands, barely big enough to grasp his feet, held them steady as she sucked on each toe obediently.
After a few more minutes, Pembroke slouched further down on the deckchair, his ass nearly resting at the very edge. He took his feet away from her mouth and lifted them into the air. Sliding his shorts off, he rested his thighs on the handles of the deckchair, exposing himself completely, like he was positioned on a gynaecological chair, legs spread wide.
“Now, give me a rim job you little whore” he said roughly.
Maddie shuffled up to the red, angry, gaping hole, pulsing as if waiting for her mouth, the hairs around it blowing in the wind, the large saggy balls swaying above it. She leaned forward, danced out her tongue again, and circled the anus, gazing down as it opened further like a portal, and then slipped her tongue inside it, wriggling it and listening for his appreciative moans and sighs.
“Hmm, God, that’s great. You know, Maddie, there’s no way I could persuade the ugliest, most desperate, drug-addled prostitute out there to lick my asshole. But here, I have my perfect, beautiful little slave, and she does it all for her Daddy,” he laughed cruelly.
“Now, my balls, please, Maddie.”
Maddie moved up to the wrinkly scrotal sac and licked and sucked.
“Gently,” he ordered with steel in his voice.
Maddie knew she had to be careful with his balls. He didn’t care if he drew blood when biting down on her thighs, her pussy, or her nipples, or bruised her neck with bites, but she had to be extra careful not to cause him the merest discomfort.
“Now suck my cock and finger my ass, you have thirty minutes to make me cum,” he checked his watch, then lay back as if dozing while the poor little girl sucked, licked, and fingered, now getting her nose right down past his pubic hair to the rolls of fat underneath as his cock stretched he oesophagus. Out of the corner of her eye, as she bobbed her head up and down on him, she noticed the birds flying up and over the waves and dreamed of the same freedom.
——— Maddie was standing at attention. She was in the main room, with the vista of the shore, the sea, and the blue sky visible through the large window beside her. Despite the beautiful view, her attention remained fixed on her Daddy, who was sitting on the armchair opposite her.
She wore a French maid costume, the lacy black stockings held up by delicate suspenders and frilly black knickers peeking out from beneath her short, playful dress. A crisp white apron was tied around her waist, and a bonnet sat atop her head, a reminder of the long day spent cleaning the house while having to deal with her Daddy’s wandering hands.
“Stand straight, Maddie!” Pembroke commanded. Maddie complied, her hands crossed respectfully in front of her.
Pembroke, wearing only his dressing gown, stared appreciatively at his slave.
“Now, for your review. Let’s see.” He had made some small notes, more for his own amusement and theatricality than for remembering them.
“Overall, very good, your pussy and your asshole are still nice and tight, but you can take my cock very deeply and hard in both. And you’re in good health, very nice!” he smiled.
Maddie mumbled, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Now, onto a very important skill: cocksucking. You have the ability to make me cum, but it seems you rely heavily on fingering my prostate. And when we’re in the 69 position, you seem to struggle a bit…”
“It’s hard Daddy, when you are licking me I find it hard to concentrate…”
“Silence! Moving on, you are obedient, but overall, you still sometimes mumble, forget to call me ‘Daddy,’ and occasionally interrupt or answer back. You need to work on that, young lady.”
“Sorry Daddy.”
“Cleanliness—let’s see. We need to work on your chores. Didn’t you do any chores around the house when you lived with your parents? You really need to work harder when you scrub; the place is still a little dirty. More work to be done there.”
Maddie remained silent. She had worked so hard cleaning the house in preparation for the review, but now, hearing the critique, she felt defeated.
“And your own body … hmmm, occasionally I still find stubble in your armpits and between your legs. That needs to be worked on. You must be smooth at all times for your Daddy, even if that means shaving twice a day…”
Maddie squirmed in embarrassment, thinking of blushes and spankings she endured every time a hair was discovered.
“Now … because we don’t want you getting pregnant, that means anal sex almost every day, at least to finish inside you. So you have the burden of getting fucked in the ass quite a bit, and that sweet little butthole of yours has performed the task admirably, I know my cock is quite big. But that means, as you well know young lady, that a clean bottom must be maintained at all times…”
Maddie went red as she saw him tut to himself, knowing what would come next.
“But you do come up short sometimes, there was some … unpleasantness on my cock when I pulled out of your ass last night, wasn’t there?” he looked at her disapprovingly.
“Yes” gulped Maddie, “But Daddy, sorry … but I did … suck it off right away and lick your cock clean” she winced at the memory of the appalling taste she had to endure.
“Yes, I suppose that is fair” he said thoughtfully but then furrowed his brow. “Still it’s unfortunate that your Daddy has to see that when he wants to fuck your ass, so you need to work on cleaning out your ass more thoroughly too. Remember, it’s nine inches up your ass that I go.”
Maddie said nothing, she didn’t see how she could comply with that – his cock was huge.
Pembroke furrowed his brow, deliberating like a judge reaching a decision.
“Very well. I have both a reward for your hard work and a punishment to keep you motivated. Which would you prefer first?” Maddie knew that the “reward” was most likely a cruel joke.
“I’ll take the reward first please, Daddy.”
Barely looking up, Pembroke pulled out a chocolate bar, broke it into bits, and tossed it on the ground in front of Maddie. “There, a bar of chocolate. Eat it off the ground like a good girl.”
Maddie dropped to her hands and knees, slowly shuffling forward and lowering her face to take each piece of chocolate between her teeth and chew, including the crumbs, eating them quietly. A sense of dread washed over her as she braced herself for the punishment she knew was coming.
“Now the corresponding punishment will be … interesting,” Pembroke twirled his pencil mockingly, his eyes narrowing in exaggerated thought. “It’s a chance for me to finally test out the flogger, it will probably leave marks on your skin, but they should only last a few days. They don’t leave ugly purple welts—just nice little red ridges” he leered at Maddie from her head to her toes, as if imagining the marks he would leave
“It apparently hurts a lot,” Pembroke continued, his voice staying casual. “But the main concern for me was the length of disfigurement on that pretty little body of yours. That’s why I went for it.”
Maddie’s face fell, but she fought to hold back the tears. She was helpless – this man was an evil bastard with an insatiable appetite for abusing her.
He slapped his thighs with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the awkward silence. “Right, let’s get you whipped then, Maddie, you naughty girl! Follow me downstairs.”
———- Downstairs, Maddie was naked except for her black stockings. She was in the open space in the basement, and her wrists were tied by rope to a calibrimeter in the ceiling, hooked to an anchor and used by a pulley to ensure she was stretched taut, standing only on her tiptoes.
“Marvellous,” he whispered, appraising her body, running his fingers under her rib cage, along her concave stomach, feeling the bone as her skin sloped sharply down to her navel. His hand ran back up, over the swellings of her breasts, her nipples standing proudly out.
“Growing girl,” he whispered, his hand caressing the slight curve of her breasts and massaging her tense buttocks, causing them to flex as she stood on her tiptoes. His fingers then trailed down over her laddered stockings.
“That maid outfit really was cheap tat” he laughed. “Oh well, it should be interesting to see if the flogger rips through the fabric.”
“Now, count each one!” Pembroke commanded. He drew his arm back, the flogger coiling slightly as the strands—each a different texture of leather, rope, and fiber—splayed out behind him. With a swift, fluid motion, he brought it forward, the strands snapping through the air before striking Maddie’s skin.
She gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound of pain, as the strands left vivid red marks blooming across her chest, stomach, and back. Her body jolted with the impact, arching slightly as she twisted around, squealing.
“One!” she squealed, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
Pembroke’s grin widened, sharp and wicked, as he circled her, before he swung the flogger again. The strands whipped across her torso from the opposite side, biting into her skin and painting it with fresh red streaks.
She cried out, the sting sending her body into a frantic, almost primal dance. “Two—oooooo!” she moaned, her voice breaking as her hips twisted and her limbs quivered under the lash.
Pembroke struck again, this time aiming low, the strands of the flogger snapping sharply across her legs. Maddie’s body reacted instinctively—she jumped, pulling her knees to her chest in a desperate attempt to escape the sting, her hands still bound and suspended from the ceiling.
Her legs jiggled helplessly in the air, trembling from the fiery sting, as a high-pitched scream tore from her lips. “Ow, ow, ow! Three!” she cried, her voice quaking as her arms, straining under her weight, finally couldn’t take anymore. Her feet found the floor once more, but she couldn’t stay still, hopping on her tiptoes in a mix of frustration and lingering sensation.
Pembroke stepped closer. He ran his hand along her stocking-clad legs, his fingers tracing over the torn fabric where the strands of the flogger had sliced through, leaving jagged slits exposing her flushed skin beneath.
“Nice,” he muttered, his voice low and teasing. “Your tights will be flogged right off your skin.”
Without waiting, he struck again—twice in quick succession, the impact loud and sharp as she gasped and twisted under the relentless blows. Then, at last, he paused, lowering the flogger with a satisfied smirk, the session complete.
“That completes your review, Maddie” he laughed.
———- Later, upstairs, Pembroke lay sprawled on the bed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as Maddie moved atop him. Her body arched gracefully, her hands pressed firmly against his chest for balance as she rode him in a steady, rhythmic motion, cowgirl-style. Her hips rose and fell, each movement drawing his huge cock deeper inside her slim body as her tender young vagina swallowed him up with squelching sounds.
His eyes roamed over her body, admiring the vivid red stripes decorating her skin—precisely spaced, clean, and unblemished save for the faintest hints of blood glistening in the dim light.
He reached up, trailing his fingers along one of the marks, feeling the warmth of her skin mixed with a light sheen of sweat. “You wear my work beautifully,” Pembroke giggled, his touch lingering on the delicate marks. A faint smear of blood came away on his fingertips, and he brought them to his lips with a smirk before gripping her hips, pulling her down even further on his cock, sending her eyes further to the ceiling.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Pembroke shouted, his voice rough and raw with pleasure as Maddie quickened her pace. Her hips moved faster, bouncing up and down on his manhood, her rhythm wild and relentless now. She moaned breathlessly, feeling every inch of her Daddy’s cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, her juices sloshing between their legs with each thrust. A loud, rhythmic slapping echoed as his balls bounced upward with the impact of each thrust and smacked against the crack of her ass.
“Yes, just like that,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly, fingers digging into her marked skin as he matched her movements. Maddie’s cries grew louder, her head falling back as she began to lose herself.
Maddie’s hand moved down, her fingers strumming her clit with such speed that Pembroke could barely track the motion. Her breath hitched, her cries growing sharper, until her body tensed and a sudden spurt of liquid erupted, splashing across his face and chest as she came with an intensity that made her grind down hard on him.
Her adorable, flushed face was a picture of pure, unrestrained passion, her eyes half-lidded as she rode out the wave of her climax.
Pembroke wasted no time, pulling her down to him and capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, sharing the taste of her juices with her.
His hands roamed over her striped, sweat-slicked back, tracing the marks he had left, while his hips surged upward, driving into her harder and deeper. A minute later, with a guttural groan, he came inside her, his body shuddering as he shot his load deep inside her.
They stayed locked together for a moment, their breathing heavy, before Pembroke pulled her into an embrace, his hands still tracing the marks along her back with a satisfied grin. “That was amazing Maddie” he said. “I’m glad your punishment motivated you.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I just love having sex with you,” she said shyly, half admitting to herself that it was the truth.
———- The next day, Pembroke sat comfortably in the warmth of his room, sipping tea from a porcelain cup as he gazed out the wide window. The view framed the shoreline, frothy waves crashing against jagged rocks beyond the stretch of grass. Yet his attention remained fixed on Maddie, who was outside working.
She wore a bright blue swimsuit that clung to her body, the fabric bunching between her asscheeks. The vibrant color stood out against the dreary gray sky and her pale, exposed skin. Maddie moved with brisk determination, scrubbing Pembroke’s boat as icy water lapped at her feet, her breath visible in the biting cold.
Even from this distance, Pembroke could see the faint red lines crisscrossing her back and legs from the previous night’s flogging. They adorned her skin like deliberate brushstrokes, contrasting beautifully with the bright blue of her swimsuit.
The warmth of his tea was a satisfying counterpoint to the chill he could almost feel through the glass, and he took another sip, reveling in the sight before him. The sense of ownership over the pretty young girl filled him with pride at what he had achieved.
Outside, Maddie cursed softly under her breath, her hands scrubbing harder despite the cold wind biting at her goosebump-covered skin. Her only thought was to finish the task and avoid disappointing her Daddy.
She had long since accepted that there was no escape from the island. Her best hope was to obey, avoid trouble, and find whatever small solace she could in her submission. The marks on her skin served as a reminder of the price of failure, and of his twisted nature, but beneath the fear, she was beginning to crave his approval—even if she knew he would always find a reason to punish her.
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“Pedo bitch!”
“Fucking pervert!”
“Child murderer!”
The jeers echoed through the prison hall, each word hitting Kate McAllister like a physical blow. Fear clawed at her chest as she prepared to spend her first night behind bars. Since her arrest, the shock had barely subsided, especially after learning she’d remain in prison until trial.
The media had already tried and convicted her, dragging her and Gerry through the dirt, and it seemed the country had followed suit. The guards avoided her eyes, their disdain obvious, and the other inmates were worse—spitting hatred with every passing glance or shouted insult.
What had happened to her daughter? One moment, she was there—her sweet little girl—and the next, it was as if she’d vanished into thin air.
What had happened? Was it possible she and Gerry had done the unthinkable, maybe in some kind of trance? Or Gerry by himself? But if that were true—if they or just Gerry was guilty—where the hell was her body?
The questions twisted in her mind, relentless and suffocating, as she cried herself to sleep in her cell.
———
A year had passed since Maddie had been taken from her family and brought to Edward Pembroke’s island, though she could only piece it together from the shifting seasons and the changes in her own body. Pembroke deliberately forbid any mention of her family, her past life, or the news beyond the island.
On that anniversary morning, Maddie stood in the kitchen, the faint sizzle of bacon and eggs on the stovetop filling the air. The aroma was rich and enticing, but she knew it wasn’t meant for her. Her focus remained on the task, ensuring everything was cooked just the way Daddy liked it.
She wore a tight, sailor outfit, the short pleated skirt swishing lightly as she moved, her thigh-high stockings emphasizing the curve of her legs. The fabric hugged her blossoming 32B breasts snugly, bursting out beneath a blue bow at the collar.
Her eyes flicked nervously to the clock on the wall, ensuring she’d finish in time. She knew Daddy didn’t like waiting for his breakfast. She plated the bacon and eggs carefully, arranging them neatly before setting the plate on the table, just the way he preferred.
The sound of his footsteps approaching made her heart race. She pulled her skirt up, hoping that her Daddy would notice her frilly white panties under her skirt and bent performatively over the stove just as he walked in.
“Hmm smells good Maddy” beamed Pembroke.
“Breakfast is ready, Daddy,” she said sweetly, her voice soft and deferential.
He glanced at the plate, nodding with satisfaction before sitting at the table, and reaching up her legs under skirt and feeling the soft smooth flesh of her inner thighs and the material of her panties. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words sending a smile to her face.
“I think your breakfast is down here, Maddie” he winked, before tucking in.
“As you wish, Daddy.” Maddie understood, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled beneath the table at her Daddy’s behest. Her fingers traced Pembroke’s hairy legs and inner thighs, causing his dressing gown to part and reveal his manhood. She suckled on the flaccid cock, sucking it with delicate suction and skilful tongue movements, understanding that her Daddy wanted to eat comfortably and not get too aroused yet. She stroked his balls gently and cautiously moved her finger between his ass and the chair to finger his asshole.
Pembroke enjoyed the breakfast, reflecting on a wonderful year. He had lost weight and had never felt healthier, ditching his drug and alcohol addiction for an addiction to sex and control with Maddie. He did not think about his diagnosis much, and did not dare hope that it was a mistake or that it had somehow been cured.
One thing he could relax about, was that no one was looking for Edward Pembroke for any of his crimes including the kidnapping of Maddie McAllister. Her parents, Gerry and Kate, had been put on trial for charges including murder, child cruelty, sexual abuse, perverting course of justice and neglect and abandonment. Every sordid detail of their lives had been splashed across social media and their lives had been destroyed.
Their lawyers had got them off the murder charge, but only a technicality, which had the effect of the entire country, including the police, still considering them as guilty. But they had each been found guilty of the lesser charges.
Kate had been found guilty of neglect and perverting the course of justice and was shortly going to be released from her sentence. Gerry was facing a much longer sentence including sexual abuse and child cruelty. The search for Maddie had long dried up, with fantasists reporting sightings in Argentina, Cambodia and Senegal and many other places.
Pembroke finished his breakfast, wiping his mouth on his napkin, and enjoying the blowjob he was getting under the table.
“Enough for now Maddie” he said “ you can have your breakfast now.
Maddie got up, wiping her mouth, a little disappointed she had not made her Daddy cum. She watched him pace to the fridge, and take out a large pot of slop, mashed up vegetables, potatoes and meat, and scoop some of it out and pop it into a large cat-BOWL.
When he turned around, Maddie was kneeling at her designated place for meals. He smiled and patted her head as he put the bowl in front of her. She moved her head down to the bowl, and ate quietly.
“Such a good girl,” he said, glancing at her with a satisfied smirk. “You know your place.”
———- Gerry McAllister walked through the cold, gray corridors of the maximum-security prison, his half-eaten breakfast forgotten in his hands. His mind was consumed by thoughts of Maddie. Where was she? Could she really be dead? It was hard to fathom how his life had unraveled in just a year.
A year ago, he’d been a successful doctor with a picture-perfect family—a beautiful wife, a loving daughter, and, admittedly, a few women on the side. Now, his daughter was missing, presumed dead, and he was in prison, convicted, if not of her murder, then he might as well have been. The bitter injustice gnawed at him, his heart heavy with despair.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the quick footsteps behind him until it was too late.
“Fucking child killer!” someone shouted.
Before Gerry could react, a fellow inmate lunged at him, delivering a brutal punch to the side of his head. The force sent Gerry stumbling forward before he was shoved to the ground. Dazed and disoriented, he had no time to defend himself as the attacker began kicking him violently, each blow landing with sickening force.
Around him, guards and prisoners shouted, chaos erupting, but all Gerry could think was that maybe death might be the easiest way out.
———- Kate McAllister counted the days until her release, though freedom felt hollow. Months of terror, inmate attacks, and crushing grief over her missing daughter had left her a shadow of her former self. Once a striking blonde, she now looked gaunt, her hair streaked with gray and a scar over her eye bearing testament to the violence she’d endured.
Her career was over, her reputation destroyed. She’d promised her mother she wouldn’t contact Gerry, a condition for being allowed to live with her after release. Hiding from the public was her only option now.
All she wanted was to find Maddie, but after a year of searching, she still had no clues, no answers. Her daughter had vanished, leaving Kate trapped in an endless cycle of guilt and helplessness.
———- Pembroke lay back comfortably, his eyes drawn to the sight of Maddie poised above him. She was on top, her body stretched out in the classic 69 position, her knees planted firmly on either side of his head, her thighs spreading out above his face. The tops of her white stockings brushed against Pembroke’s cheeks, while the frilly lace of her knickers rested just inches from his mouth.
Her upper body leaned forward along the length of his hairy if somewhat leaner torso, her breasts free and spilling onto his lower belly while her head lowered toward his groin, continuing her oral attentions on his cock with more vigour than at breakfast. Her hands cupped his balls and held his cock base, her hair falling in soft waves as she bobbed up and down, from the tip, right down to his pubic hair and up again.
From his vantage point, Pembroke had a stunning view of her soft smooth white intimate flesh. One of his hand traced along her gusset of her panties, idly stroking the lace, while the other cupped her heavy breasts.
“You’re such a big girl now, Maddie,” Pembroke said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and approval. “Your breasts are getting bigger every week!”
It was true—her body had transformed over the past year. She had grown taller, her figure softening and maturing. Her once-flat chest had developed into small, perky breasts, and her hips had taken on a gentle curve, giving her a more defined and feminine silhouette.
He breathed in her musk through the knickers, and licked the insides of her thighs, making her jerk with the tickling sensation. He now had to fight back the urge to cum when she sucked him off, she was an expert at it, after hundreds of hours of practice – and punishment when she failed to live up to the standards.
She still got punished. Her panties covered most of the faint marks from a caning he had given her a few weeks ago. She had sulked when he had not allowed her to orgasm before cleaning her room, and later the same day he had caught her eating some of the food she was preparing for him on the video camera. It was the outrage that she had used her hands to eat it, which outraged him the most. She was a slave, and she could only eat like an animal from her bowl.
He had only hit her three times with the cane, although her screams and the subsequent marks made it clear it was painful enough. It had worked, Maddie herself had admitted. She had been on her best behaviour since.
Soon, he was cumming in her mouth. Maddie was disappointed he had not licked her pussy himself, but she knew better than to complain and comforted herself that she had made her Daddy cum.
They lay together in bed, Maddie’s body draped over Pembroke’s, her head resting against his shoulder. Her newly developed breasts, now full and soft, pressed against his chest.
“You know Maddie, you no longer such a little girl. You are fifteen, and you have been on the island for a year. You have been very good, and to mark the anniversary of your capture, why don’t you suggest a treat you think you might like?”
Maddie thought. Should she ask? She didn’t mind getting a spanking, but not a caning.
“Daddy, can I ask questions about the outside world, about my parents?”
“Hmmm” said Pembroke, tapping her bottom aggressively, weighing up whether to punish her. “Do you miss your mother?”
“Yes” said Maddie, in a quiet voice. She missed her mother every day.
“Tell you what, Maddie,” Pembroke said, his voice low and probing, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Answer me a question first. Do you think your mother ever had sexual thoughts about you?”
Maddie’s cheeks flushed at the not unexpected question, and she hesitated, unsure how to respond.
“And,” he continued, his tone growing even softer, more deliberate, “do you think you might have had those kinds of thoughts about her? She had a beautiful body, didn’t she?”
“I don’t know” said Maddie. To be honest, sex was so much part of her life now that it was difficult to conceive of any human relationship that did not revolve around sex.
“Would you like to have sex with a woman like your mother?” asked Pembroke, biting his lip.
“ … Maybe” said Maddie, swallowing hard, not sure if she meant it, or if she was just saying what she knew her Daddy wanted to hear.
“OK Maddie, I will see what I can do and see if I can find out any news next time I go away” he said. He knew her mother was in prison, and while it had always been so tempting to gloat to Maddie of her parents’ awful misfortune, he had always resisted, reasoning it was best to leave her completely in the dark and wondering.
———-
Pembroke and Maddie lay together on the grass just beyond the rough shoreline of the sea, the waves gently lapping nearby.
He leaned over her, his hands greedily exploring her now athletic and firm body, his fingers kneading her breasts as his hunger grew insatiable. He bit and sucked at her nipples, alternating between firm bites and gentle flicks of his tongue, eliciting gasps and moans from Maddie. Her back arched instinctively beneath him, as his trailed lower, down her body.
When he reached her smooth pussy he paused, marveling at the sight before him. “You’ve grown so much since I took you,” he murmured, almost to himself. Her folds, now fuller and more pronounced, seemed to bloom like petals under his gaze.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing her contours as he tasted her deeply, tasting her juices mixed with saltwater. Maddie shuddered under him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he explored her with feral desire. Pembroke’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he devoured her, his tongue angrily licking her vagina like a small fish tyying to swim inside the teenager.
Pembroke shifted upward, his rock-hard cock throbbing with anticipation. A wicked smile crossed his lips as the tip of his swollen helmet brushed against her slick, hot labia.
With a strong thrust, he plunged inside her, her now fully accommodating pussy enveloping his nine-inch shaft with a perfect fit. The heat and wetness of her body gripped him tightly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
His eyes remained fixed on her face, her dark hair fanning out beneath her, glistening from the salty sea air. Her pale blue eyes locked with his, betraying her struggle to deal with the overwhelming overstimulation of her still developing body by the hard fucking.
He groaned and pulled out, pulling her up by the hair and quickly shoving his cock in her waiting, open mouth. “Uuuuuurghhh good girl Maddie” he sighed as he let her lick him dry, feeling the ocean spray start to cool his passion. “Close, that time, it’s your fertile time so don’t want to be getting you pregnant.”
Maddie smiled, thinking how wonderful it might be if her Daddy did make her pregnant, and give her a baby to take care of on the island.
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Pembroke was soon back on the mainland, enjoying seeing the crowds and people. Sometimes he thought he would go back with just Maddie spending a weeks at a time there sometimes, and he liked to get away.
He decided to enjoy some lunch in a pub on the tourist trail. He was surprised and somewhat amused when he noticed a “Find Maddie” poster beside him, peeling off, and was tempted to take it down and back to the island, but thought better of it.
Instead, he reflected on his own future. He was worried about money, but also curious about his health. He had lost a lot of weight over the last year, healthy eating, cutting back on booze and cigarettes and no more drugs. Endless sex with a nubile young girl. It was a perfect recipe for good health, but on the other hand, his doctors had told him he should be dead or dying by this stage. His life insurance payout was dwindling fast, and the upkeep of the island did cost some money. What would he do when it ran out and he was still in good health?
He sighed as he thought of Maddie. Perhaps it might be best if he put and end to it now, before he grew more attached to her. He promised himself he would kill her without causing her too much pain, and with the money from selling the boat and the island and the house he could survive and live a relatively normal life somewhere else.
On the other hand, what was the point of a normal life? Especially if he really did not have long to go?
“That lovely girl … such a disgrace they let her mother get away with it!”
Pembroke looked up, startled by the voice. A middle-aged woman had taken the seat next to him, her young daughter fidgeting by her side. Her tone was sharp, dripping with anger.
“Sorry, what?” he asked, masking his shock as best he could.
“Maddie,” the woman said, nodding toward the missing-person poster on the wall, her voice heavy with disdain. “I saw you looking at it too. Can you believe it’s been a year since she went missing? The police—absolute idiots—letting her parents off with it on some technicality. Disgusting.”
As she ranted on, his gaze flicked to the little girl sitting beside her. A cute, red-headed thing, she fidgeted in her seat, completely oblivious to the conversation and, more importantly, to him. She wore a short denim skirt and a bright pink T-shirt, her small hands clutching a toy, her wide, innocent eyes wandering around the room. Pembroke’s lips twitched faintly as a dark thought passed through his mind. He was thoroughly enjoying Maddie’s blossoming tits and ass but he couldn’t help wondering if she might enjoy the company of a “little sister.”
“Tragic,” Pembroke murmured, glancing back at the poster, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Doctors!” the woman exclaimed, her voice dripping with disgust as she gestured wildly. “To think they can look so normal … makes my skin crawl! Evil sex predators, right there next to you, blending in like everyone else—it’s horrifying!” She shuddered visibly, her anger intensifying.
“And that Kate McAllister…” she spat the name out like venom. “Mark my words, she’ll get her just desserts, outside the law if necessary. Or she’ll take her own life—she shouldn’t be able to live with herself after what she’s done.”
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Outside Kate’s mother’s house, nestled in a small village on the east coast of Scotland, there was a small but vocal crowd of protesters, shouting demands for Kate to be re-arrested or to confess to her supposed crimes and some calling for her to be lynched.
“You’re best just staying in, Kate,” her mother said, her tone firm yet worried. “Don’t let that mob get to you out there.”
Kate was a broken woman compared to the vivacious blonde of just a year ago. “I’m tired of hiding, Mother. No one believes me. I want to go out there and tell them the truth—that I had nothing to do with it and that I want to find Maddie as much as anyone.”
Her mother shook her head, glancing anxiously toward the window, where angry faces pressed closer to the property. “No, they’ll tear you apart!” she said. “Let them shout. It’s not worth your life.”
Kate sighed and slumped into a chair, defeated. “Thanks, Mother,” she muttered softly.
Her mother placed a comforting hand on her shoulder before turning toward the laundry basket by the door. “Look, the washing machine’s broken again. I’ll take these clothes to the dry cleaners down the street. You stay here. Don’t even think about going outside.”
Kate nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she retreated upstairs to her old bedroom. The room felt frozen in time, unchanged from her childhood, but now it was a refuge from the world’s cruelty.
Outside, her mother stepped out cautiously, braving the chaos as she carried a basket of clothes down the street. The crowd’s shouts intensified as she walked past, but she kept her head down, focusing on her errand.
Among the crow, one tall, portly man watched her with interest, his eyes narrowing at the dirty clothes she was carrying. Unlike the others, who ignored the old woman, he seemed fixated. Without a word, he broke away from the scene, following her at a steady pace.
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“Surprise, Maddie!”
“Oooh, welcome back, Daddy! I missed you so much!” Maddie cried out, her face lighting up with pure joy as she rushed toward him. She practically threw herself into his arms, relieved after days of isolation.
She had spent what felt like an eternity locked in her bedroom, her world reduced to bright lights, limited meals, a toilet, her bed, and a single, long erotic book about an older man and his young female slave.
She always hated the loneliness and monotony. She understood why it was necessary—Daddy had explained it was to keep her safe in case someone came looking for her while he was away—but it never made the experience any easier.
Pembroke ran his hand gently over her hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. With effortless strength, he lifted her naked body, her soft thighs wrapping around his waist, her feet crossing behind him. His hands cupped her bare ass firmly, pulling her body tight against his.
Maddie leaned in, her arms draping around his neck as she gave him a deep, hungry kiss, long and sloppy, their tongues tangling together as her soft moans mixed with his low groans of satisfaction.
When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes gazing into his with a mix of devotion and longing. Pembroke drank her in, fully appreciating the sight of his naked, obedient slave wrapped around him.
“I brought you a surprise, Maddie,” he said with a sly smile.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” she replied eagerly.
He gently let her down and turned her around, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Close your eyes,” he instructed softly.
Maddie bit her lip in anticipation, as she obediently closed her eyes. Moments later, she felt the sensation of fabric being draped over her face. The sharp, pungent smell hit her immediately—like stale piss—and filled her nostrils.
Her nose wrinkled instinctively at the overwhelming odour as she tried to place it. “Is it … my old panties, Daddy?” she asked hesitantly.
“They’re not yours, darling,” Pembroke replied with amusement. “But they do smell and taste very similar … I agree. You may open your eyes.”
Maddie opened her eyes, but all she could see was the material covering her face. She reached up and pulled it away, holding a pair of white knickers with pink trim in front of her. Her cheeks flushed as her gaze fell on the gusset. It was marked with yellow stains, streaks of creamy discharge, and faint skid marks.
Pembroke slipped a finger inside her pussy, scooping out some juices and bringing it to her nose. “It smells and tastes just like you, can you guess whose panties they are?”
“Is … it Mummy?” Maddie asked nervously, as her fingers tightened around the fabric.
“Yes,” Pembroke replied with a wicked grin, leaning in to slide his tongue teasingly into her ear. “She tastes lovely, just like you. That’s your capture day present. I hope you like it.”
Maddie clutched the used panties to her chest. “Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured softly, glancing down at the garment in her hands. “I do miss her.”
Without hesitation, she lifted the panties again, bringing them to her nose for another sniff, as her emotions swirled.
“Why don’t you lick it, Maddie,” Pembroke whispered. “Imagine you’re licking her pussy.”
Maddie hesitated for a brief moment, as her eyes flicked down to the stained fabric in her hands. Slowly, she raised the panties to her lips, and then tentatively ran her tongue along the gusset, the tangy scent filling her senses.
“Good girl,” Pembroke said, his hand stroking her hair gently as he watched. “That’s my Maddie. Maybe soon you will soon be able to lick your Mummy’s pussy for real.”
———-
Kate McAllister stepped nervously out of her house, tugging her fleece tighter around her. Her cap was pulled low over her face, and her tracksuit bottoms hung loosely. She had no job, no career, and no prospects—her life was over. But at least today, there were no angry mobs outside her mother’s house. She was taking a short walk, just to boost her confidence about the outside world.
As she turned the corner, a tall, portly, bespectacled man in a suit appeared beside her, his presence startling in its suddenness. “Hello, Mrs. McAllister. Can I have a moment of your time?” he asked, his tone polite yet insistent. “My name is Max Jeffries.”
“No … please, I don’t want to speak to the press. Please, just leave me alone,” she stammered.
“Kate,” the man said calmly, walking alongside her as if they were old acquaintances, “I’m not with the press. In fact, I think I know who took Maddie.”
Kate’s steps faltered. She turned to him, guarded but intrigued. “What? Really?”
“Yes,” he replied smoothly. “I believe you’re innocent. The whole country fell for the narrative they were fed, but I’ve been investigating independently. Maddie wasn’t murdered by you or Gerry. She’s alive, Kate.”
Kate’s face showed a flicker of hope, though her wariness lingered. “Alive? But … where is she?”
“I believe she’s being held by powerful people—people within the government, maybe even within the police. Think about it. Why haven’t they ever found her body? Why do they keep the focus on you and Gerry? They fed the public a scapegoat, and they ran with it. But I’m on your side, Kate. I want to help you.”
Kate wanted to trust him; she wanted to believe someone finally believed in her innocence. “You’re right,” she said hesitantly. “It always felt like someone was hiding the truth.”
“Exactly.” The man’s voice was steady, earnest, as though he were sharing a deep secret. “But we need to be careful. The government might be watching us right now. If we’re going to save Maddie, we need to keep this quiet.”
Kate’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Meet me in an hour,” he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “At the café on the other side of the clifftop path. Don’t bring your phone, smartwatch, or anything they could use to track you. Just yourself. We’ll talk there—it’s safe.”
Kate hesitated. Her mother would never allow this; it seemed so suspicious. But she felt an overwhelming urge to believe him. The idea of finding Maddie was enough to push her doubt aside, and the café was a public place.
“Okay,” she said cautiously, nodding. “I’ll meet you there.”
The man smiled warmly. “Good. We’ll get to the truth, Kate. Together.”
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An hour later, Kate quietly slipped out of her mother’s house. She had told her she was just heading out for some fresh air, a small lie to avoid raising suspicion. Her elderly mother had been pleased—relieved, even—that Kate seemed to be making an effort to explore outside more often.
As Kate approached the clifftop path, she reassured herself that the café would be a safe, public place. Nothing bad could happen there, surely—it would be crowded, full of people. The thought offered her some comfort. But here, on this stretch of the path among the trees, it was another story. The area was lonely, eerily quiet. She was relieved that “Max” hadn’t suggested meeting here instead.
But then, a chilling realization struck her. What if he had chosen the café precisely because she would have to walk through this deserted spot?
Before she could act on her suspicion, she felt it—a gloved hand clamping hard over her mouth, silencing her scream before it could escape. Another hand shoved her roughly, forcing her to the ground.
Her body jolted as a punch to her solar plexus stole the air from her lungs. She gasped, but no breath came, only the sharp, panicked pain of suffocation. Unable to cry out, her vision blurred as she looked up, a large, dark figure towering over her.
Kate’s strength drained with each brutal punch to her stomach, the relentless blows leaving her gasping for air that wouldn’t come. So this was it, she thought grimly—kicked to death by some crazed vigilante.
Just as the thought of death began to settle in her mind, she felt cold metal clamp around her ankles and wrists. A gag was forced into her mouth, cutting off any chance of a scream, and then a hood was pulled roughly over her face.
Was this the end? She prayed silently, desperately, that if it was, it would be swift—that whatever lay ahead would not prolong the horror.
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“Daddy, what’s going on downstairs? What are you working on?” Maddie asked curiously.
“Another toy for you, Maddie,” Pembroke replied with a sly grin, a glint of mischief in his eye. “It’s a surprise.”
For the past three days, Pembroke had declared the downstairs area strictly off-limits to Maddie. Hidden below was a new project—a new prisoner that needed time to be broken in.
“Just a little longer, darling,” Pembroke continued as he gently stroked Maddie’s cheek. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
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Kate had long since lost track of how much time had passed in the small, suffocating room. Time had blurred into a monotonous cycle of confinement, the bright artificial light preventing her from both getting proper sleep and marking the passage of time.
She recalled waking up here for the first time—groggy, disoriented, and wracked with pain. The brutal assault that had brought her here had left deep bruises and aches in her gut and limbs, injuries she still felt every time she moved.
The room itself was stark: a bed, a toilet, and a drinking fountain. The clothes she had woken up in had confused her further. She had been undressed and put into a plaid blue-and-white Alice in Wonderland-style dress that came up to her thighs, with no bra, socks, or shoes. But what had unsettled her most was lifting the dress and checking the panties she had been put into—they carried the name “Maddie” on the front.
The sight had chilled her. The name of her missing daughter stared back at her from her most intimate place, mocking her in the cruelest way. She realized, with horror, that the dress, the room, the name, the restrictions—they were all calculated to break her mind.
She wondered who had taken her. The thought that this could be the same place where Maddie had been confined before her … that was the one thing that terrified her the most.
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Gerry McAllister sat on the edge of his chair, staring numbly at the flickering TV in the corner of the prison common area. The news anchor’s words hit him like a sledgehammer: Kate McAllister has disappeared. His wife—gone. Just like Maddie.
But unlike Maddie’s disappearance, there was no wave of public sympathy this time. The world had already decided Kate was guilty, and now her vanishing was met with grim satisfaction rather than concern. The commonly accepted explanation, echoed in whispers and headlines alike, was that she had taken her own life—finally succumbing to the weight of her guilt.
The other inmates seized the moment to twist the knife. “Looks like your missus finally cracked, huh, Gerry?” one sneered.
“Good choice to jump off a cliff. At least she had some balls to do it. Guess you’re next, mate,” another added with a cruel laugh.
“Even if she was murdered, there’d be a million suspects. Everyone wanted her gone—just like you,” someone chimed in, the laughter rippling across the room.
As the laughter of his fellow inmates faded into the background, Gerry stared blankly at the screen, drowning in hopelessness. Suicide seemed like the most logical explanation to everyone else—perhaps even to him. Maybe it was guilt? Maybe she had killed Maddie?
He still understood nothing about what had truly happened—not to Maddie, not to Kate, not to his life. Now, with Kate gone, the small sliver of hope he had been clinging to had disappeared.
———-
Kate’s solitude and starvation had begun to erode her mind. She had been slipping into delirium, her thoughts spiraling uncontrollably in the deafening silence. Then, without warning, the lights in the room went out, plunging her into suffocating darkness.
Fear gripped her like a vice. Was this it? Was this death?
The sound of the door opening barely registered with her, and her eyes were so maladjusted she did not see the figure emerging in the dark. It was an inhuman shape—a masked figure clad entirely in black, from head to toe, like a phantom.
As soon as she detected some movement in the dark, the figure drove a fist into her stomach. Kate gasped, her lungs refusing to work as she doubled over. The metallic taste of blood rose in her throat, and she retched violently, vomiting bile mixed with blood—the only thing left inside her.
The figure gave no pause, no words, no explanation. With mechanical precision, it seized her, dragging her out of the room. She was too weak to resist as it stripped her dress away and ripped off her underwear.
Her ankles were tied to something on the ground, forcing her legs wide apart. Her wrists were bound together and then pulled high above her head by a rope. The tension grew unbearable as she was stretched taut, her body contorted painfully until she was upright and on tip toes. Her arms were pulled so high she thought her shoulders might dislocate, while her legs were forced into a wide, humiliating spread.
Every muscle in her body burned, her nerves screaming in agony from the relentless strain. Yet even then she still felt the raw hunger inside her.
Suddenly, the lights came back on, blinding and harsh. Kate blinked furiously, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Slowly, she realized she was in a stark, indoor space. The walls were sterile white, leading to a corridor with several doors along its length. Around her, a few hooks, cuffs, and chains were attached to the walls. The dark figure was nowhere to be seen.
Now naked and fully exposed, she could only wait for what was next. She just wished they would get it over with.
———- Maddie had been shocked when Pembroke had called her into the control room and showed her the live feed of her mother in the bedroom, in the same dress she herself had worn there when first capture.
“I promised you, Maddie, that I would let you see your friend again, didn’t I?” he whispered into her ear.
He pulled Maddie on to his lap, her body molding against him as though he were her chair—if a chair came with a hard, erect cock pressing insistently up from its base. One hand moved to tweak her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers, while the other slid downward, his fingers parting and running along her pussy lips.
Maddie had longed to see her mother again, but not like this—not under these circumstances. As her Daddy draped Kate’s used underwear, worn when she was captured by Pembroke, over Maddie’s face, the familiar pungent musk hit her senses. This time, as she sniffed and licked the fabric, she didn’t feel longing, she knew the source of the scent was close-very close, and she would be tasting the real thing very, very soon.
As Pembroke carefully explained to Maddie what she needed to do, and the consequences of failing to perform, Maddie steeled herself. She would to be example her Daddy expected he to be, and help her Mummy adjust herself to her new reality.
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“Is anyone there … please … please help me…” Kate could not go on, her limbs were starting to go numb, stretched out, her ribs felt like they were being slowly pulled apart. She had no energy or strength left. Maybe this was hell already and this would be eternity.
Suddenly, the sound of a heavy door being opened. Kate looked up, and was astonished to see the figure of Maddie, her daughter, walk towards. She was several inches taller, her curves more defined, and her breasts now forming a slight cleavage that peeked out from the neckline of a black swimsuit. She looked beautiful, her dark, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, which concealed the ear plugs she wore, listening constantly to orders from her Daddy, who was watching the scene live upstairs.
It wasn’t just any swimsuit—it was the swimsuit, the same one Maddie had worn the day she went missing a year ago. It clung to her body just as Kate remembered, though now the sight of it sent a chill through her.
“Maddie…” Kate whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Maddie … is that you?”
“Yes, Mummy, it’s me, Maddie,” her daughter replied softly, her voice calm.
Kate’s eyes scanned her daughter’s figure, taking in every detail as though afraid she might vanish again. Her gaze lingered on the black swimsuit Maddie wore, an odd choice that seemed out of place in this moment. Then she realised – it was the swimsuit Maddie had worn last year on that terrible day when she went missing.
“Maddie, are we dead?” Kate asked in confusion.
“No, Mummy, we are both alive,” Maddie replied, smiling.
“Where – where are we?”
Maddie kept pausing before giving her response. “I am a slave of Daddy,” she finally said, smiling serenely, as though she were sharing a joyful revelation. “And now you are, too!”
This wasn’t the Maddie she remembered—this was something else, someone else, shaped and twisted into a version of her daughter she barely recognized.
“Who is this Daddy? Where are we, Maddie?” Kate squeaked, her voice growing impatient, her bonds pulling her further apart.
“Daddy is … our master, he owns us, we have to serve him, and … exist to serve his desires. But now that you are here, we can have fun with each other as well!” she smiled, taking a step towards her. There was something robotic about her demeanor, though her eyes shone with an eerie intensity that made Kate wonder if it really was her daughter.
“Maddie, stop this—please,”
“You’ll understand soon, Mummy,” she said. “Daddy will teach you, just like he taught me.” With that, she took a few steps towards her mother, and put her hand on her mother’s stomach, which sucked in and out in response, betraying her fear. Maddie’s hand remained steady, almost reverent; her gaze fixed on her mother’s face.
“How do you feel, Mummy?” Maddie asked as she stroked Kate’s hair and cradled her pained, tear-streaked face with delicate hands.
“I’m hungry,” Kate whispered. “I’m sore … please, Maddie, let me down from here.”
Maddie’s smile widened, gentle yet unyielding. “Sorry, Mummy,” she said with a faint shake of her head. “Not yet.”
Maddie stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her mother, pulling her into a firm embrace. Slowly, she buried her face between Kate’s breasts, as she inhaled the familiar maternal scent.
Kate’s body tensed at the unexpected intimacy, but was even more shocked, as Maddie slowly brought her hands up her sides, and cupped her breasts, and moved her mouth over her right nipple, and suckled on it.
“Maddie. Fuck! What the hell are you doing, stop! I’m your mother!” shouted Kate.
“Hmm, I know,” Maddie murmured, her voice muffled as her lips enclosed Kate’s nipple, sucking gently but firmly, and kneading both of them.
“This isn’t real,” wailed Kate, as her body shook with desperation as if trying to free her breast from her daughter’s mouth.
Maddie lifted her head, and cupped Kate’s face with both hands, her grip firm yet tender. Before Kate could react, Maddie leaned in, her lips pressing against Kate’s in a forceful kiss.
Kate gasped, but Maddie took advantage of the moment, her tongue pushing past her mother’s lips, invading her mouth. Kate’s muffled protests were lost as Maddie deepened the kiss, her grip tightening, holding her in place.
“I think,” Maddie said, a small smile playing on her lips, “we both always wanted to do that, secretly.”
Kate didn’t respond, she was too shocked to, and hungry, wounded and stretched out.
“Now, Mummy, I’m going to do something to make you feel better,” Maddie said with a bright smile, giggling softly as she slowly sank to her knees.
“Maddie, stop … please,” Kate whispered, helpless against the surreal nightmare unfolding before her.
Maddie’s gaze lowered, taking in her mother’s exposed pussy, framed by a thatch of blonde hair, a far cry from the smooth pussy that last year was being constantly fucked and eaten. The forced wide stance of Kate’s legs stretched the delicate lips open, leaving the lips parted. Maddie absorbed every detail with curiosity, the first other vagina she had ever seen.
Kate looked down just in time to feel Maddie’s tongue lick her labia, her blue eyes staring up at her, her tongue out lapping at her pussy.
“Maddie … No…” she moaned weakly.
Maddie leaned in closer, her nose brushing against the soft blonde hair as she pressed her face against her mother’s most intimate place. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds, tasting the velvet softness and the sticky remnants of dried fluid clinging between them. She delved deeper, the pungent, warm scent filling her senses as her tongue explored the slick, tender skin inside.
“Hmmm, Mummy, you taste so nice, your pussy tastes so much fresher than your underwear Daddy brought me.”
Kate was lost, maybe this was hell, what she deserved, as she felt her daughter’s finger travel along her crack over her asshole.
After several minutes of Maddie’s relentless attention, Kate felt an orgasm building unexpectedly. She couldn’t believe what was happening—how her daughter seemed to know her body so well. Maddie’s movements were precise, as if she understood every sensitive spot instinctively, treating her mother’s clit with the same familiarity and care as she would her own. Kate’s body reacted involuntarily, betraying her disbelief with waves of sensation, juices dripping out of her and into her daughter’s waiting mouth.
Upstairs, Pembroke was naked, stroking his cock at the glorious sight of Maddie pleasuring her mother, whispering instructions to Maddie’s earpiece and enjoying Kate’s pain and humiliation.
Maddie brought her mouth, wet with vaginal juices, to Kate’s and kissed her again.
“Now, Mummy, here’s something you might not have experienced before…” she teased. She slowly circled around Kate, as her finger traced lightly down her racked spine. Her touch lingered at the base, hesitating for just a moment before sliding between her exposed ass cheeks, her finger finding its way to the delicate, vulnerable spot of her exposed anus.
Maddie quickly returned to her knees, and brought her lips over her mother’s asshole, sucking and kissing the ring, and swabbing her tongue around the small gaping opening and slipping inside her.
“Oh … no … no … ooo” tsned Kate, cgazing up at the ceiling. She had slapped Gerry when he had tried to fuck her there, it was her private hole, and now … her friend was licking her there! The wet hot tongue felt so foreign and wrong there
“Oh … no … no … ooo,” Kate tried to squeeze her buttocks together to stop this vulgar invasion. She had once slapped Gerry for even trying to touch her there, it was her private, untouchable place. And now … now her daughter was licking her there!
The wet, hot sensation of Maddie’s tongue exploring that forbidden spot felt utterly foreign, utterly wrong.
Maddie suddenly paused, pulling away with a smile. “I enjoyed that, Mummy, but now I need to grab a few things for you!” she chirped. With that, she skipped away, her pert buttocks twitching under the snug fabric of her swimsuit as she waltzed happily out of the space and upstairs.
Kate remained where she was, baffled and shaken, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. A few minutes later, Maddie returned, carrying a tray laden with items.
The first thing Kate noticed—much to her relief—was a plate of food, though it was nothing more than a pile of mushed-up, unappetizing slop. Still, the sight of it ignited a pang of desperate hunger in her stomach.
“One of Daddy’s rules is that we have to eat with our mouths,” Maddie said with a giggle. “We’re not allowed to use our hands or cutlery. We have to eat like cats!”
“So,” Maddie continued, grinning mischievously, “I’m going to have to feed you … from my mouth!”
She picked up a small amount of the mushed-up food with her lips, then leaned toward Kate, her eyes twinkling as though this was all just a game.
Kate was horrified, but it was all so surreal and she was so hungry. Besides, she had figured out by now that she had no choice.
Maddie leaned in slowly, her lips parting to reveal the mushed food inside. Tilting her head slightly, she brought her mouth closer until her lips brushed against Kate’s. Maddie’s tongue gently pushed the food forward, passing it from her mouth into Kate’s. Kate forced herself to accept it, swallowing quickly to end the moment. Some of it dribbled down their chins. Kate looked, amazed, as Maddie licked it off her own chin, and licked what else had spilled on the floor, away with her tongue. She didn’t use her hands at all.
After the last bit of food was passed to her, Kate swallowed and sighed. The gnawing hunger in her stomach had eased, and she felt a faint flicker of strength returning.
“Thank you,” Kate murmured softly, her voice weak but sincere.
Maddie smiled. “You’re welcome, Mummy,” she said sweetly. “And now” she picked up a razor from the tray “I need to shave you! Daddy doesn’t like body hair on his girls!”
Kate hung helplessly as Maddie took a shower from the wall and turned it on, wetting her with warm water, then ran a razor over her skin, from her ankles, all the way up her legs, then between them, carving away at the skin around her labia, and around her asshole. She was amazed at how knowledgeable she now seemed of the human body.
Maddie noted how hairy her mother was compared to her. The thick thatch of pubic hair stood out the most, and it took Maddie a long time to shave it away completely.
She was still fascinated by her mother’s body, and licked and sniffed her armpits, revelling in the comforting smell she knew so well, before applying the razor there too.
“Now, Mummy, this might come at you as a bit embarrassing. But, well, Daddy likes us to have clean holes. Not just our pussies, that’s easy, but our bumholes too!” So I am going to have to stick this nozzle in your pussy then up your ass. You see, he likes to fuck me in both holes, and will do the same to you. Daddy has a big cock. when it goes up your ass, it’s going to reach all the way up to here…” She pointed to her mother’s belly button with a teasing tap.
“So, we need to make sure you’re nice and clean!” she added cheerfully, as she tested the nozzle on her hand.
Kate had given up trying to ask her daughter to stop, she just moaned as the jet of water went into her pussy, triggering a fresh orgasm. Until today, she had not had sex since Maddie had disappeared. She felt she could not enjoy it again until her daughter came back to her, now she realised the cruel irony of that wish.
Next, turned to her mother’s asshole. She inserted the nozzle slowly, her hands steady as she guided it deeper into Kate’s anus. Kate squirmed against the unfamiliar intrusion, gasping as the first rush of warm water began to flow into her. The sensation was invasive and overwhelming, the liquid filling her gut in steady waves, making her stomach feel heavy and bloated.
As the water continued to flow, Kate felt it stretching her insides, an uncomfortable pressure building deep within her. Finally, Maddie withdrew the nozzle with a deliberate, measured motion, leaving Kate to feel the water lingering inside her, sloshing uncomfortably with every tiny movement.
Standing back, Maddie looked at Kate with a commanding smile. “Now, Mummy, you need to get rid of all that water,” she said cheerfully. “Go ahead—shit it all out. Let it flow!”
Kate’s face burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushed as the mounting pressure in her gut became unbearable. Finally, with a loud rasping noise, her anus opened, violently expelling a stream of dirty water that splattered against the wall behind her.
“Uuuurgh,” Maddie groaned, screwing up her face in exaggerated disgust as she aimed the nozzle at the wall, spraying away the filth and watching it circle the drain. With methodical precision, she turned her attention to Kate, rinsing the mess from her ass crack before wiping it clean.
Without hesitation, Maddie reinserted the nozzle, “Takes a few goes, Mummy!” she said cheerfully, as though this were the most routine task in the world.
After a few more enemas, each one stripping away another layer of Kate’s dignity, she was utterly exhausted. Her body hung limp in her restraints, her strength and self-respect drained in equal measure. She didn’t resist as Maddie began to soap her up, scrubbing her body clean with deliberate care.
Maddie washed her hair, her hands working through the tangles, and even went so far as to brush Kate’s teeth. The surreal reversal of roles hit reminded Kate of treating Maddie like a little girl just a few years ago, the whole thing sickening her even further.
“Now, Mummy, I have to dress you, so I’m finally going to release your ankles!”
She knelt down and unfastened Kate’s ankle restraints. Kate let out a scowl of relief as she cautiously brought her legs together, her feet finally flat on the ground. The numbness in her legs lingered, making it difficult to stand properly, but the slight release in tension from her arms gave her a momentary sense of reprieve.
Maddie worked efficiently, as she dressed her mother. She slid a pair of black stockings up her legs, fastening them carefully to suspenders, before pulling on a black thong to complete the outfit making sure it covered her mother’s now bare pussy lips and was snug in her crack. Then she fitted on black here inch heels to her feet. Kate barely resisted, her arms now fully relaxed but still above her head.
“What on earth is happening Maddie?” she was starting to sob.
“Shhh, Mummy,” Maddie said softly, her voice calm and soothing. “Just try and enjoy it. It’s the only way. Just do what Daddy wants, there is no other way.”
Kate closed her eyes, praying this was still just a nightmare.
“Now, Mummy,” Maddie continued, “I need to release your hands and dress you in a bra and a dress.”
Maddie began unfastening Kate’s wrists. Kate winced as the blood began to flow back into her arms.
Maddie smiled as she retrieved the next items of clothing—a delicate bra and a fitted dress. “You’ll look so lovely, Mummy, just like I remember you!”
Kate felt disoriented as Maddie worked with calm precision, fastening a bra around her and slipping a dress over her head. Maddie smoothed the fabric over Kate’s thighs with care, her actions eerily reminiscent of a mother dressing a child, and the stark role reversal left Kate silent and dazed even more.
“Oh, I nearly forgot … this is so exciting!” Maddie chirped, her eyes lighting up as she reached for a selection of makeup—lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and blush.
She leaned in close and began carefully applying it to her mother’s face, “You’re so lucky, Mummy,” Maddie said with a playful pout. “Daddy doesn’t let me wear makeup—he says it makes me look older!”
Soon, Maddie stepped back, admiring her work. Her mother’s dazed face was now carefully made up, her hair neatly combed, and her body dressed in an elegant cocktail dress. She looked, for all the world, like a beautiful woman about to attend a glamorous party—rather than a newly kidnapped sex slave.
Maddie smiled brightly, taking Kate’s hand in hers with an almost childlike enthusiasm. “Now,” she said cheerfully, “let’s go upstairs to meet Daddy!”
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Edward Pembroke took a swig of whiskey to get himself ready. He had dreamt of something like this. All the stuck up bitches who ignored him, all the girls who had run away from in disgust, this was payback.
As the glamorous Kate McAllister came into the main floor of the house, she was blown away. The sunlight almost blinded her, but she got used to the stunning vista of the ocean and the greenery through the huge window, and the ordinary hi tech layout of the main room, like a normal house. The sounds of her heels clicking on the floor were the only sound in the air, as her daughter padded beside her in her bare feet, still holding her hand.
“Where is he, Maddie? Where is the bastard who is holding us?” Kate suddenly got a shot of life by the signs of life. She was now sure she was not dead or dreaming. Some sex maniac had kidnapped her daughter, and now she was going to rescue her.
Maddie felt a little offended by her mother’s language. “Don’t talk that way about Daddy,” she said.
“You’ve been brainwashed Maddie” hissed Kate, turning and now towering over her daughter in her high heels.
Suddenly, Pembroke walked in, dressed in a dressing gown, his bare chest exposed. Kate stared at him in horror. He was a monster—a towering figure well over six feet tall, much taller than her even in heels. Hugely fat, with jowls and a double chin, he was bald except for sparse grey hair. Coarse hairs sprouted from every patch of exposed skin. His cruel, furrowed, drooping eyebrows framed a hooked, oversized nose. His crooked teeth gleamed in a cruel smile as he gazed at them. Though physically imposing, he was revolting to look at.
As Kate realized that this was “Daddy”—the man who had brainwashed and forced her daughter into disgusting acts, keeping her captive for a year—she felt a wave of nausea rise within her. She wanted to throw up.
“Hello, Kate. We’ve met before—briefly—and crossed paths a few other times. I doubt you’d remember. But from now on, you will know me as ‘Daddy.’”
“Like hell I will!” Kate was tensed and ready to fight. “You fucking pervert you will pay for what you’ve done!”
“Maddie, I need you to stand in the corner, facing the wall. This won’t be easy for you to witness, but it’s necessary. I’m going to rape your mother. It will be violent—brutal, even—but she needs to be broken in, just as we discussed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Maddie whispered, her voice trembling. She shuffled to the corner, her slim frame hunched in submission. Her hands joined in front of her, and her pert buttocks clenched tightly within her swimsuit, betraying her terror. She stared at the wall, her back turned to the horror unfolding behind her.
Kate’s anger dissolved into terror. She glanced around, desperate to find something—anything—to defend herself. But her arms and legs were still weak, and her heels made it nearly impossible to move quickly.
Pembroke tore off his gown, revealing his naked body underneath. His cock stood rigid, pointing upward like a weapon aimed at Kate’s face. She gasped, recoiling at the grotesque sight of his hairy, jiggling frame—his body undulated like a lava lamp, his arms thick and menacing as meat hooks. Before she could raise her hands to shield herself, he lunged forward with unexpected speed and agility, his palm striking her face with a sharp, stinging slap.
Pembroke savored the sight of the blonde woman flying into the air, her body slamming hard onto the floor. Her head struck the ground with a sickening thud moments after the rest of her crumpled form landed. Adrenaline surged through his veins, fueling the vivid replay of his darkest rape fantasies.
Kate gasped, struggling to breathe, let alone scream. Her vision blurred, but she could just make out his red, contorted face—twisted with lust—looming closer. He grabbed her hair, yanking her upright with such force that her heels dangled helplessly above the ground.
“Stuck-up bitch. You’ll learn to obey, just like your daughter!” he snarled. He slapped her again, her arms flailing helplessly as she tried to shield herself. Then, with a brutal shove, he threw her back onto the ground.
Without hesitation, he dove headfirst between her legs, his face pressing against her thighs. His mouth opened wide, and he bit down hard on the soft flesh just above her stockings. Kate screamed, and Maddie put her fingers in her ears, trying to shut out her mother’s abuse as she stayed in the corner.
Soon, Pembroke was devouring her, his mouth working furiously against her black thong-clad pussy. His tongue, like a relentless, angry mole, flicked the fabric aside and forced its way between her lips and folds, tasting the slick warmth of her insides.
Kate moaned partly from the sensations from between her legs and the growing list of injuries all over her body.
“Tasty cunt, bitch—just like your daughter,” he snarled, his yellow teeth bared as he loomed over her face. “A stuck-up whore like you would never even glance my way, would you?”
Kate stared up at his scarred, fleshy face, veins bulging and features twisted with rage and frustration. For a moment, she wondered if she had truly descended into hell. “No, please … stop,” she pleaded.
But Pembroke silenced her, plunging his tongue into her mouth to cut off her words, his breath hot and suffocating as he forced himself on her.
His massive hands slid under her dress, groping over her thong, suspenders, and the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. In his mind, he pictured Kate at a cocktail party—elegant, untouchable. He imagined cornering her in some secluded part of the room, tearing at her clothes, and mauling her without restraint.
The fantasy fueled him, his breath growing ragged as he gripped the neckline of her dress with both hands. His face contorted with effort, pent-up anger, and fury. Kate screamed, her voice echoing like a cry against a wild, raging beast. With a brutal yank, a loud tearing sound filled the air, and the dress was ripped from her body.
Now his mouth moved to her breasts, roughly pulling them free from her bra. Unlike with Maddie, he was aggressive—sucking, biting, and tugging at them until they distended painfully. Kate screamed, her hands clawing and beating at him in a desperate attempt to stop him, but her efforts were futile. He was too strong, too consumed by his own violent desires to be deterred.
“Now, Daddy’s cock is going to rape you, you fucking whore!” he snarled at Kate. Her face, trembling and tear-streaked, reminded him of Maddie for a fleeting moment. He glanced toward the corner, where Maddie stood peeking through her fingers.
“Look at the wall, you little bitch!” he spat. “I’ll deal with you later!”
Maddie flinched and immediately obeyed, her body trembling with fear. A small trickle of pee escaped her, betraying her terror. It had been a long time since she’d seen Daddy this enraged.
Pembroke tore away Kate’s thong as she screamed hysterically now, her head thrashing frantically, her mind unraveling in sheer terror. He spat on his cock and her pussy, then positioned himself at her entrance. His nine-inch cock pressed against her, easing its way in slowly at first, then urgently, forcing her to feel every inch.
Kate’s eyes flew open wide, shock and pain flooding her expression as she gasped at the overwhelming size of him.
“You’ve never had a cock this big, have you?” he sneered, grinning wickedly. He spat in her face again, his voice dripping with malice. “You shouldn’t have been so stuck-up. You could’ve had this anytime.”
He thrust into her relentlessly, his hands now pressing down on her breasts, mashing them painfully and distorting their shape. He reveled in the way they wobbled beneath his grip, her hands weakly covering his as if pleading for him to stop.
“No … please!” was all she could scream, her voice breaking as her body betrayed her. Her pussy grew wetter and looser, squelching and clenching around his cock as he drove deeper, aiming for the most sensitive, hidden part of her.
He growled in frustration as he pulled out, his mind already fixated on violating her ass. “Maddie, get over here now! Make yourself useful if you’re just going to stand there spying like a little pervert,” he mocked, his laughter cruel and taunting.
Maddie shuffled over, tears streaming down her face as she took in the horrific state of her mother. Kate’s clothes were half-ripped off, her face red and bloodied, streaked with tears and despair.
“I want your tongue and your finger in your mother’s asshole—get her ready for my cock. Go! The more you do, the less it’ll hurt her. That’s my idea of mercy for that cunt of a mother of yours!”
Maddie winced but obeyed quickly, pushing her mother’s thighs up and apart to fully expose her. With a trembling hand and an outstretched tongue, she leaned in toward her mother’s puckered, pink asshole.
“That’s it. You’ve got a fine daughter, Kate. You should learn from her. She doesn’t show her Daddy disrespect, and as a result, I don’t hurt her … much,” he sneered, his laughter dripping with scorn. “I’m a firm master. You will obey me and call me Daddy—always.”
He watched as Maddie conscientiously worked a finger in and out of Kate’s butthole, preparing her. But his patience wore thin, and he soon shoved the teenager aside, positioning his cock at the tight ring of her anus.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, bitch?” he taunted, his cock stretching her open as he pushed harder, forcing his way inside.
“No … I don’t like it. I don’t want it … it hurts … it fucking hurts! Aaaaa!” Kate screamed. The slaps, the gut punches, the hunger, the rape—none of it compared to the searing agony of his massive cock tearing through her ass, inch by excruciating inch. It felt as though her entire lower intestine was on fire, the pain unbearable as he invaded her.
“Yesss!” Pembroke growled, her screams of pain only fueling his pleasure. His fondness for Maddie had always held him back from hurting her too much, but now, with Kate, he could finally indulge himself without restraint.
After a few more thrusts, he came deep inside her, his eyes fixed on Kate’s battered, red face contorted in agony.
“Oh yes, you look so different from that sophisticated doctor now, don’t you? Hey, Maddie, doesn’t your mother look different?” he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.
“I think she’s hurt, Daddy,” Maddie said, her voice trembling with worry.
“Nonsense. She’ll get over it. But first, Maddie, I’ve come in her ass, and I want you to suck it all out—every fucking drop. Hold it in your mouth for me. Go on!”
Maddie gulped, her eyes darting to her mother’s bleeding asshole. She knelt down, carefully pushing her mother’s legs back until her knees were pressed against her chest. With a hesitant tongue, she began licking gently at the distended, bloodied anus, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Then, she dipped her tongue inside the torn flesh, applying suction to search for the cum buried within.
Soon, the familiar taste of her Daddy’s cum filled her mouth, and she held it as instructed. Finally, she looked up at Pembroke with red-rimmed, sorrowful eyes, her mouth open to show the reddish-gray fluid—a nauseating mix of slime, blood, and cum. Pembroke ran his finger over her tongue, admiring the grotesque blend, then patted her on the head.
“Good girl. Now, share that with your mother.”
Maddie cradled her mother’s face, waiting for her mouth to open. When it did, she let the fluid spill from her lips into her mother’s in a steady stream. Kate began to choke, but before she could spit it out, Maddie pressed her lips against her mother’s, sealing the vile mixture inside until Kate was forced to swallow.
Pembroke noticed Maddie’s swimsuit was wet at the crotch and cupped it with his fingers. “You pissed yourself, Maddie. What’s going on?”
“Sorry, Daddy … I was scared for my mother,” she whispered, blushing.
“Well, take off your swimsuit and finish your pee. Come on.”
Maddie obeyed, pulling the straps of her swimsuit down and letting the material snap against her lily-white skin. She slid it over her thighs and legs, stepping out of it until she stood completely naked. Pembroke’s eyes roamed over her slim figure, her perky, small breasts and little girlish hips a stark contrast to her mother’s fuller, more voluptuous frame.
“Now,” he said, his voice cold and commanding, “I want you to complete your mother’s introduction to her new life. Squat over her face and piss on her.”
Maddie understood and avoided her mother’s gaze, her heart heavy with guilt. Kate lay on her side, trembling slightly and crying quietly, her body broken and defeated. Maddie stepped over her, placing a foot on either side of her mother’s head, and squatted down, releasing a steady stream of urine.
“Let me join in too,” Pembroke said with a dark chuckle. He positioned himself beside Maddie, adding his own stream to the humiliation. Together, they drenched Kate’s head, soaking her hair and covering her face—her nose, mouth, and eyes—in a degrading cascade.
“Now, take your mother’s heels off and bring her back down to her bedroom. I think she’s had her dinner. She needs to cool off and reflect on her new life,” Pembroke said flatly.
Maddie carefully removed the heels from her mother’s feet, trying to block out the sound of her sobbing. She clung to the hope that this was just Daddy’s way of introducing her mother to their life, and that soon, things might become … bearable. But deep down, she knew it was a lie. Daddy wasn’t just strict or demanding—he was an evil monster. She had been lying to herself to stay sane, to survive the unbearable reality of her life.
Silently, she helped her mother limp downstairs to the bedroom. Maddie kissed her mother’s cheek wordlessly, then left her in the room, locking the door behind her. Naked, she made her way back upstairs to her Daddy.
Kate sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes drifting to the mirror. Mascara streaked down her face, and her lipstick was smudged and smeared with piss. Her hair was soaked, the stench of urine clinging to her skin. Bruises were already forming on her face, and marks covered her body. Her thong was ripped off, her stockings laddered and torn, and her bra hung uselessly, no longer able to contain her breasts. She looked exactly like what she was: a victim of brutal rape.
Now that she understood the reality of her own life—and the horrifying truth of her daughter’s existence—she wished they were both dead. Tears streamed down her face as she cried herself to sleep, one hand cradling her battered holes between her legs.
———-
The last few days had been grueling for both Maddie and Kate. Pembroke, however, had relished the challenge of breaking Kate in, using the shock collar liberally to assert his dominance.
Presently, all three stood naked near the shore, just outside the front door of the house, bathed in sunshine and the bracing sea wind. Well, Pembroke was enjoying it. It was painfully obvious that neither Kate nor Maddie shared his enthusiasm. Their discomfort was palpable.
Maddie was on her knees, her elbows and hands pressed into the ground, her face buried in the grass. Her back was arched, her ass raised high in the air, exposing her pussy and asshole between her cheeks. The sea wind blew against her, its cold gusts creeping into her most intimate places.
Behind her, Kate was on her knees, tears streaming down her face, her chest heaving with sobs. “No … please … I can’t … you can’t … it’s not right … please, just stop…” she wailed, her voice trembling with desperation.
Buzz!
Kate’s hands shot up to her neck as the electric collar jolted her, leaving her frazzled and gasping. Before she could recover, Pembroke struck her across the back with the small cane in his hand, adding another stripe to the growing collection of marks that marred her skin.
In stark contrast to Maddie’s lily-white, pure, and unblemished young body, Kate’s was now a canvas of pain and injury. Swellings on her face had nearly closed one eye, her torso was a patchwork of heavy bruises, and her back was crisscrossed with angry red lines from the cane. Even her asshole was visibly bruised, a painful reminder of the anal rape she had endured. Every time she had to defecate, she howled in agony.
“Lick your daughter’s cunt, bitch! It’s not fucking rocket science! You know you want to. You know you’ll submit to me eventually—let’s just get it over with!” Pembroke sneered, though secretly, he relished her feeble defiance. It gave him the perfect excuse to hurt her even more.
Kate’s tears dripped onto the grass as she brought her mouth close to her daughter’s pussy—a smaller, neater version of her own. Her tongue hesitantly touched the delicate pink petals, barely brushing against them.
“Stick that tongue right in!” Pembroke barked. “You two have the same pussy, Kate. You should know what works on your daughter. Work her clit, find her G-spot—use your fingers if you have to. You need to make your little girl cum for Daddy!”
Kate recognized her daughter’s clitoris and began rubbing it with her finger, her tongue delving deeper. Her eyes focused on Maddie’s asshole, just centimeters from her face. The taste of piss and juices filled her mouth, and while she could acknowledge the beauty of her daughter’s body, the act itself felt so wrong. The constant threat of physical punishment and the pain coursing through her own body made it impossible to find any enjoyment, even as she noticed her daughter’s subtle movements—pressing back into her—suggesting Maddie was responding.
Maddie did enjoy her mother’s tongue—it felt gentler, softer, and she secretly hoped her mother would embrace the act. Her mother’s body felt so right, so comforting, her breasts so warm and inviting. Maddie loved feasting on them, suckling at them, even if she was too scared to admit it aloud. She hated how Daddy hurt her mother and hoped that if she could convince her to fully embrace the slave life, the beatings might stop.
“Now lick her asshole, Kate, get that tongue right inside your little daughters bottom” he laughed. “Can you imagine if a few days ago I told you I would have you meet your daughter, and that you would be eating her ass” he giggled hysterically.
Kate shut her ears to the evil taunts and ran her tongue with dread over the cute, wrinkled little pink star of Maddie’s anus. It retained its adorable tightness and coloring despite so many poundings from Pembroke’s cock, but it winked and gaped slightly as her mother’s tongue probed its way inside.
“Now, Maddie, turn around. I want to see you two give each other a nice, big sloppy kiss on the mouth—a real snog. I want to see hands and fingers traveling into all those little holes. I want you to be naughty! Come on!”
Maddie smiled at her mother before eagerly kissing her, passionately forcing her tongue down her throat. Kate tried to shut her eyes—it felt even weirder snogging her daughter. It took a gentle pat on her bottom with the cane and Pembroke’s reminder, “Tongue, Kate, tongue,” for her to return the favor and stick her tongue into Maddie’s throat.
Maddie’s hands wandered over her mother’s breasts and buttocks, and her fingers soon found their way between her legs, playing with her pussy, rubbing her clit, and shoving fingers into her vagina.
Another pat on Kate’s bottom spurred her into action. She quickly moved her hands between her daughter’s legs, finding her asshole and vagina. She inserted fingers into each, all while maintaining the deep, relentless kiss with Maddie. Soon, both girls were moaning into each other’s mouths, their breaths mingling, their bodies trembling with a mix of shame and reluctant pleasure.
“You don’t get to cum so fast. First, I need some attention,” Pembroke said, lying on his back on the grass. His legs were splayed obscenely in the air, putting his disgusting hairy ass crack, dangling balls, and erect penis on full display.
“Maddie, show your mother how to lick my ass,” he said. “Kate, you should know your daughter is now an expert rimmer. She’ll guide you.”
Maddie looked embarrassingly at her mother, as if to apologize, but then took her hand. “It’s okay, Mummy. It’s just an asshole. It can taste nice—let me show you.”
Kate wanted to vomit. She couldn’t do this. She glanced at the sea—just thirty seconds of sprinting, and she could make it. She could swim out. Even if he shocked her, it might drown her. She would die, but at least she wouldn’t have to endure this any longer. A man who would make her flinch in disgust even in his clothes in real life had been making Maddie eat his ass for a year. And now she had to do it too?
“No … No … Noooo!” wailed Kate, her voice rising hysterically. She got up and started running toward the water, but she had taken just two steps when her neck buzzed.
Buzz!
She crumpled to the floor in agony as the shock shook her body relentlessly. Pembroke got up and ambled toward the prone woman, caning her buttocks as she writhed, landing stripe after stripe on her ass.
“Aaaaghhhh! Nooooooo!” she screamed in agony, her hands also getting hit as she tried to block the strikes, her legs flailing on the ground.
“Please, Daddy, let me show her,” pleaded Maddie.
“Here,” said Pembroke contemptuously, handing Maddie the cane. “Hit her twice more on her bottom—really fucking hard. Then you can get her back to eating my ass.”
Maddie took a deep breath. “Sorry, Mummy,” she whispered, then struck her mother’s peachy bottom twice more, each hit making the flesh wobble and drawing a howl of pain from Kate.
“Well done, Maddie. Your mother is proving rather naughty. I hope she’s more compliant now,” Pembroke said casually. He flopped back down and spread his legs obscenely once more. “Now … eat.”
“Come on, Mummy, please,” pleaded Maddie, cradling her mother’s sobbing face against her breasts. She gently pulled her over to the hairy ass crack, and they both leaned in.
“Look at me,” said Maddie. She stuck her tongue out, pushing her Daddy’s cheeks apart with her hands. Her pink tongue sought out the angry, dark purple-and-brown sphincter, circling it before jabbing inward, her neck moving back and forth until his asshole gaped noticeably.
“See?” Maddie smiled brightly. “It’s not too bad, and he loves it,” she said encouragingly. “Try it.”
Kate looked with disgust at her daughter’s adorable face, framed by the horrific sight of the monstrous man’s most revolting part.
“I’m going to start buzzing Maddie now until I feel your tongue in my ass, Kate. I’m getting impatient. And then I’ll beat the fuck out of you, and you’ll end up doing it anyway. So get going.” Pembroke’s tone was still angry.
Kate closed her eyes and leaned her face in, pressing it against a hairy ass cheek blindly. She moved into the sweaty crevice, braving the smell, and stuck her tongue out until she found the wet center of the valley—his damp, waiting asshole.
It tasted of Maddie’s saliva at first, but as Kate licked harder, she noticed the foul-smelling insides and began to gag. She fought the urge, telling herself to persevere. Her daughter stroked her back affectionately, proud of her mother’s effort.
“Maddie, suck my cock while your Mummy keeps her tongue in my ass. Keep going until I cum,” Pembroke said matter-of-factly, lying back and enjoying the sun on his face, the wind over his naked body, and the mouths of a beautiful mother and daughter on his genitalia. What more could a man want?
________________________________________
A few hours later, Maddie and Kate were still hard at training. The sun was going down outside, the temperature dropping, but Kate was sweating, struggling to keep up with her daughter. They were playing “Daddy Says.”
Pembroke lay on the ground, his hands behind his head, relaxed and amused.
“Daddy says—Kate, lick Maddie’s left armpit.”
Maddie shot her left arm up, and Kate sighed, obeying. She ran her tongue over her daughter’s armpit, tasting the salt of her sweat, while Maddie giggled from the ticklish sensation.
“Daddy says—Maddie, suck on Kate’s left little toe.”
Kate wearily lifted her foot, and Maddie brought her mouth to suck on the little toe.
“Daddy says—let’s play spitting games. Maddie, you go first. Spit on your mother’s face. Then, Kate, you spit on your daughter’s face. Keep going until one of you runs out of spit. Whoever runs out, as I see it, will get a cane across the hand.” Pembroke smirked, his eyes locked on Kate’s face, savoring the way her cheeks flushed with humiliation.
Maddie didn’t hesitate. She hawked up a thick glob of spit, leaned back, and launched it straight at her mother’s face. It splattered across Kate’s nose and cheeks, dripping down onto her lips. Maddie giggled, a childish sound that only made the act more degrading.
Kate flinched, her body recoiling as the warm saliva slid into her eyes and down her chin. She swallowed hard, her stomach churning, but she knew better than to refuse. With a grimace, she gathered what little moisture she could in her mouth and spat back at her daughter. The glob landed on Maddie’s cheek, and the girl wiped it away with a smirk, as if it were nothing.
Back and forth they went, spit flying between them, their faces glistening with saliva. Pembroke watched with glee, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he lounged in the grass. “God, I wish Gerry could see this,” he chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. “Can you even imagine? A year ago, you two were all prim and proper. Now look at you—spitting on each other like animals. Bet you never thought you’d sink this low, huh?”
His laughter echoed across the yard, harsh and unrelenting, as the two women continued their humiliating game, their dignity stripped away with every glob of spit.
“Alright, let’s call it a draw, girls. Good effort. I’ll be generous and spare you both the cane—this time,” Pembroke said, his voice dripping with false magnanimity. “Now, Kate, let’s test those cocksucking skills of yours. Come here and suck my cock. And don’t be shy—use a finger up my ass while you’re at it.”
He turned to Maddie, his grin widening. “And you, my little dancer, why don’t you put on a show for me? Dance right here in front of me. Enjoy yourself. Show off that beautiful young body of yours.”
Maddie did enjoy herself. She loved the way her Daddy’s eyes followed her every move as she danced. It was strange, she thought, how far she’d come from the shy, self-conscious schoolgirl she used to be. Back then, she’d hated anyone looking at her. But now? Now she craved the way his gaze lingered on her body, the way he seemed to adore her dancing, even if it was twisted up with all the other things—the beatings, the rapes, the torture, the taunts.
Deep down, she told herself he loved her. Why else would he watch her so intently? Why else would he demand she dance for him? It was proof, wasn’t it? Proof that, in his own way, he cared.
Meanwhile, her mother was far from enjoying herself between Pembroke’s legs. His massive cock stretched her mouth wide as she struggled to take it all in, forcing herself to push deeper, to let it slide into her throat the way he demanded. Her jaw ached, her throat burned, but she kept going, bobbing her head up and down faster, working her tongue along the shaft, trying to please him.
With trembling fingers, she probed his asshole, despite her disgust, circling and pushing inside, terrified of what she might feel but desperate to stimulate him enough to end this torment.
Then, with a grunt, he came, flooding her mouth with thick, bitter cum. She gagged, her body convulsing as she fought not to choke, not to spill a single drop.
“Well done, Kate. I can tell you’re already a practiced cocksucker. Your poor daughter needed so much training—and punishment—to get to this point,” he laughed, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.
“Now, Kate,” he added mischievously, “why not give me a goodnight kiss before we lock you up for the night?”
Kate’s stomach dropped, she had hoped the cum speled the end of his appetite. She tried not to display her disgust, and smiled weakly. “Sure”
“Sure what?”
“Sure … Daddy” she said, cringing.
“Now come to me and kiss me”
Kate crawled up his body, her breasts pressing against his hairy chest as she lay on top of him. His hand moved lazily to her crack, hooking a finger into her asshole, while his tongue slid out of his mouth—a wet, grotesque thing emerging from a sea of flesh.
From this angle, lying on top of him, he seemed almost shapeless, a melting mass of stubble, flab, and sweat. His neck disappeared into his shoulders, his face a jumble of crooked yellow teeth and a thick, probing tongue that rose like some vile creature from between his lips.
She closed her eyes, her stomach churning, and opened her mouth, forcing herself to welcome his horrible, wet tongue. She stuck her own tongue out in return, their lips meeting in a kiss that made her skin crawl. She thought she preferred his asshole to his mouth.
“Maddie, get behind your mother and lick her pussy. The kiss ends when she cums,” Pembroke commanded, his voice low and taunting.
Maddie hesitated for only a moment before obeying, crawling behind Kate and positioning herself between her mother’s legs. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace the edges of Kate’s pussy, as she worked to please her Daddy.
Kate’s body tensed, caught between the grotesque kiss and her daughter’s probing tongue. Her lips locked with Pembroke’s, her mind screaming in silent protest as Maddie’s tongue delved deeper, coaxing her toward a climax she wanted so desperately.
“Oooohhhhh,” Kate moaned into Pembroke’s mouth, her body shuddering as she came against Maddie’s tongue. Pembroke grinned, his lips still pressed against hers, savoring the moment.
“You McAllisters are quite the incestuous little sluts, aren’t you?” he sneered, pulling back just enough to speak. “You love this secretly, don’t you?”
Kate said nothing, her face flushed with shame, as she slowly pushed herself up and away from him.
“Let’s go inside. It’s getting dark,” he yawned, stretching lazily.
As they stepped inside, he slid the door closed, the howling wind cut off abruptly. “Now, perhaps it’s time for bed. Maddie, take your mother down to her room, lock her in, and then join me in the shower up here.”
Kate hesitated, her stomach growling loudly. She didn’t want to say it, but she had no choice. “Daddy … please, may I have something to eat?”
Pembroke smirked, having waited for this moment. “Of course, Kate. And you too, Maddie. You’ve earned it.”
He walked to the fridge and pulled out Maddie’s food bowl. Scooping out several spoonfuls of gloop, he placed the bowl on the ground. Maddie dropped to her knees like an obedient dog and began eating straight from the bowl, her face close to the floor.
Pembroke then scooped another handful of the same gloop and flung it onto the ground beside Maddie’s bowl. It splattered across the floor, a messy, unappetizing pile. “There, Kate. Eat it. Mouth only, remember—like an animal.”
Kate swallowed her pride. She told herself she just had to survive—for now. She needed to eat. Desperately, she dropped to her hands and knees, licking and eating the gloop off the floor, her face close to the ground like an animal.
As she ate, her eyes flicked enviously to the bits left in Maddie’s bowl, but she didn’t dare ask for more. She knew better than to push her luck.
“Now, Maddie, take your mother down to her room for the night. Get some sleep, Kate. More training tomorrow,” Pembroke said, his voice cold and dismissive.
“Yes … goodnight, Daddy,” Kate forced out, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.
Pembroke patted both girls on their bare bottoms as they disappeared downstairs, his touch lingering just long enough to remind them of his control.
Later, Kate sat on her bed under the harsh glare of the all-night electric lights. She stared at her reflection in the mirror—the black eye, the cane marks, the bruises—and felt the weight of her shattered life pressing down on her. Who was this beast? How had she ended up here? Surely, there had to be a way off this island.
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