Sophie Yildiz is a young girl navigating school and adolescence when she attracts the attention of a dangerous pervert PART 4 (to be continued)
part 4
Chapter 20
Light shone through the curtains in Brad Zelieke’s central London apartment. He woke feeling slightly hungover and looked at the naked body of Teresa Yildiz lying beside him.
He smiled, she was a fun piece of ass. He idly traced a finger around her breasts down her stomach and admired her hot matronly figure.
He left her as he went into his sitting room to check his phone. His wife had left a message. “Kids are looking forward to seeing you! Can’t wait xxx”
He smiled. He was looking forward to seeing his wife and kids again but one if the perks of his jobs was travel and meeting hot sluts like Teresa in different cities for some illict extra marital sex.
He hasn’t liked lying to her to her about being single, he really liked her, but his cock guided his morals and the wild sex last night had been worth it.
His flight was not until 8pm tonight, then he would be back in New York. But as far as Teresa was concerned, he was just playing baseball later today.
Teresa turned over on her stomach, still sleeping. She spread her legs and he admired her firm ass, her buttocks slightly parted, showing her smooth pussy and asshole. He smiled as he remembered how she had fanned over him after he told her how he was going to volunteer at a children’s charity this month. That was when he finally broke through to her, she had moved her thighs involuntarily at this as if to signal his acts of kindness were turning her on. From that point on, he knew that the time and money on the dates had not been wasted, he was going to have that fine English rose in his bed tonight.
After going to the toilet and brushing his teeth, he returned and the sight of Teresa’s firm upturned ass brought back his libido. His wife in New York, the mother of this children, was ten years younger than her, but had no interest in sex especially with the children. She certainly was not as filthy in bed as Teresa. Brad wondered when he would get the next opportunity for such wild sex.
“Hi babe, want some coffee?”
“Oh.. morning Brad! That would be lovely! “ Teresa stirred, and smiled. This apartment felt luxurious compared to her cramped flat in the tower block in East London. Brad’s firm toned body and his smiling face brought back fond memories of the night before. She felt guilty, she had texted Sophie to say she might be staying over ‘at a friends’ and Sophie had not texted back. She sighed, it was not easy being a woman over forty looking for a partner, Sophie would learn this some day. In any event she had waited to the third date before going home to Brad’s place. She could not believe what a catch he was! She figured the more time she spent with him now, the less time for some other woman to get her claws into him.
Brad brought in the coffees and they chatted and laughed about the previous night. Brad told her not to worry about her daughter, she would understand.
“You’re so beautiful in the morning…” smiled Brad. He leaned down and kissed her, she responded warmly, smiling and embraced him. She purred as she felt his hands run up and down her body. She loved sex, and hoped this would finally be a relationship where she could enjoy it without feeling like a whore, after so many years of being single..
She thought briefly of Sophie. God, how annoying it was to have to justify herself to a child! Well Sophie would have to wait, she thought, as Brads mouth passed down from her tits to between her legs…
Sophie took another drink from the water fountain in her cell. She used the toilet but still did not use the shower. She felt awful, her mouth felt rough from the constant crying and the committing, and her skin still stung where the tears had passed into her cuts. She had been in the same clothes for about a day now, with one change of underwear. She felt ill, and hungry.
Was it morning now? She had barely slept. She could not believe how her circumstances had changed, just a day ago, she had been in the comfort of her bedroom worrying about meeting this man for sex, thinking that by now it would all be over and she would not have to worry about nudes leaking on the internet anymore. She had not imagined anything worse that could happen to her than those nudes leaking. Now it seemed a distant dream. And before that she had been worried about the girls in he class bullying her. What was the next stage, she thought? How much worse could things get? She tried to push the porn videos, which Pembroke had shown her, from her mind. Maybe this was hell? Maybe she had died yesterday?
She thought back to her conversations with Luke. She thought of how she had met this man on the bus, and had then told her captor that being with him would make her kill herself. She had been joking, but she had also meant it. And this man, Stanley, knew this! And he continued with his plan anyway!
She had another read of the paper and the questions he was going to ask her. At one point in the night, she had dreamt she had given good answers and Stanley had let her go. But she could not remember now the answers she had given in her dream. She knew deep down it was pointless, he was an orgre who just liked to play games. In a horrible, awful way she could see his point. He was a perverted, odd predator. The type girls were warned about. From his point of view, of course he wanted a young girl, so how could she persuade him he should let her go? Appeal to his humanity?
That morning, Emma awoke quite late. She had been up all night on porn sites, eagerly following Sophie’s demise, or so she thought of it. Her mum called her down for breakfast, lambasting her for sleeping in. Emma wondered if Sophie would still come to Dilan’s party later today. She had got an invite, and couldn’t wait. She was sure that the nude photos would get around by then!
Pembroke’s mind was in a haze that morning. He had dreamt that police had attended his house, asking about his van, and he had to explain in detail about a hiking trip around Loch Ness in an interview room. It took him several minutes before he realised he was safe, he was in his own bed, and the birds were chirping happily outside. It was a beautiful, warm morning.
He undertook his first duty and made sure his mother was up, fed, and toileted. Only then did he make himself a coffee, and turned on his monitor to check on his guest. He wondered what would happen if he found it empty, or if somehow Sophie had hurt herself. He braced himself for the sight of a hanging girl in the cell.
But no, she was still there. She was pacing around in a circle now, still in her blouse and skirt and bare feet. Her hair was completely frazzled now and he could barely see her face around it.
He thought about how he should approach the next stage. He had dressed quite conservatively so far, and apart from physically restraining her, assaulting her and washing her, his only real sexual touch had been that light pay on her bottom last night, which bizarrely he still treasured. He even started to masturbate to the memory of it. This is ridiculous, he thought. I have a captive virgin schoolgirl down in my dungeon and her I am upstairs jerking off over the memory of touching her ass!
Pembroke showered and looked at himself in the mirror. He was in better shape than months ago, that was true. But even so, he still felt self conscious. His belly and back fat spilled out in folds, his back was getting hairier and his chest, back and pubic hair was turning grey and white. The scratch marks on his face were still vivid, he would have to be careful about showing himself in the next few days. He decided not to shave, some stubble might cover it up along with the concealer. His face was even more lined now that he had lost weight, and he was growing more liver spots. He felt then hairs sprouting from his ears. Perhaps he could have Sophie shave his body? It would be for her benefit, surely. Maybe a small improvement. He put on a black male thong and allowed himself to luxuriate in how tight it was and how it felt up the crack of his ass. The sight of himself in the mirror somewhat ruined this, he looked ridiculous. Even so, he told himself he should not allow himself to feel embarrassed in front of the beautiful young Sophie. The whole point of having her here without her consent was that he would not have to worry about such things as looking ugly and ridiculous!
He wore a black kimono over it and put on some slippers. If he were thirty years younger and handsome, he might have felt like a stud in these clothes. Now in the present situation, he told himself he could feel this way anyway. Sophie’s opinion of him quite literally would not matter. But still, he liked to feel good. He brushed his teeth and used mouthwash, and put on his favourite cologne. He took another look at Sophie via the monitor and saw how dirty she now was and almost felt hurt, like a date showing up where their partner had not bothered dressing up.
He spoke into the microphone and delighted in how Sophie literally jumped into the air on the sound. “Good morning Sophie! I am glad to see you are awake, I hope you slept well. It is morning time! The birds are singing and the sun is in the sky again. It’s so nice and warm! But of course, you won’t know that down there! I just wanted you to know, it will soon be time to go over those questions I left you last night! I am looking forward to hearing what you have to say. Now, before that, I think you might be hungry so I am going to bring you some more breakfast. I will be down in a few minutes!”
Pembroke took a plastic cup of orange juice, and some breakfast cereal in a plastic bowl with milk and a plastic spoon, and an apple. He brought it down on a tray, and carefully made his way through the door and the cage.
Sophie had started hallucinating when the voice came. With no human contact, and constant lighting, her mind had started to wander. She had imagined her friends down here with her. She thought she was at Dilan’s party with the other girls on the other side of the cell door and she on the inside. She may even have started shouted and banging on the transparent walls of the cell to be let out, frustrated at the girls on the other side laughing gaily to themselves.
The voice brought her back to reality. She was alone, and still in her hopeless situation. She sat on the bench, and waited until Pembroke came through the doors. The sight of him in a dressing gown unnerved her. It was bedroom wear. She was getting close to the disgusting finale she would undoubtedly face, except there would be nothing ‘final’ about it.
“Good morning my darling. Here is some food. Please eat it up, I want you to be healthy.” He looked at her, sullenly staring at the floor. “You look rough, Sophie, have you slept at all?”
“No” said Sophie, accusingly.
“Well, I hope you have been thinking. These questions interest me a great deal” He looked at the piece of paper on the ground. “At present, you are a guest here, so I am not going to compel you, but do really urge you to take a shower and clean yourself, in fact I have brought you a towel.”
He passed the towel through the hatch after the food.
“It’s up to you, but it might make you feel better.” He smiled at her, and walked away. “I will be back to conduct this interview within the hour. Good luck.” He smiled, almost genuinely.
Sophie tried to eat the food, she thought it might help her state of mind. It could only help her escape if she was in a better physical shape. But she refused to take a shower. She felt dirty but did not want this pig to see her naked unless she could help it. She felt sore all over now. The beating he had given her when he had taken her, when she bent over, it hurt in her stomach. There were large bruises now appearing on the side of her stomach. There was also bruising on her legs as well as the wounds. She could not see it but there was also now dark bruising on her neck where Pembroke had choked her next to the van.
Pembroke sat next to his mother in the living room. His mother stared at the television, not taking anything in but occasionally making guttural sounds. Every now and then she would mention a name from years ago.
Pembroke smiled at her indulgently. He did wonder why there was no news about a missing girl. He had taken Sophie nearly twenty four hours ago. Surely someone would have missed a fourteen year old by now? He wondered if there was any progress on the revenge porn front. He went on his laptop and searched for Sophie Yildiz. A smile passed his lips as he saw the three photos had been uploaded by someone to what looked like a “mainstream” website, the type which would probably remove her photos as soon as they found out she was underage. For now, she was up and the comments underneath ranged from complimentary to disgusting to vindictive. Someone had commented “lol this bitch is at my school.” One of Sophie’s so called friends must have uploaded this. Good, he though, this was an excellent reason for a fourteen year old to disappear temporarily, and maybe to kill herself and disappear off the face of the earth. It also excited him. His confessions of perversion and depravity to Sophie had been cathartic. He loved this, and only wished that the humiliation would mean more to Sophie, though he figured that her present predicament would blunt all that.
In his London apartment, Brad was getting a second wind. Teresa, had showered, and was now ready for round four of that morning. She did not want him to go off to play football and even wondered if she could say here tomorrow night as well. She thought of Sophie in the back of her mind, but this was obscured by the sensations of riding Brad’s cock, as she grinded on top of him, pinching her nipples, and playing with her clit while staring lustily down at the handsome American, who was having the best sex of his life.
Pembroke eventually returned to the basement. “So, you are not going to take a shower then? Oh well, your choice, at least for now. Let me take that towel and those things. I am glad you have eaten. Do you feel better?”
“I’m sore, you injured my insides. I can’t walk properly.” Sophie complained but did not feel she was exaggerating.
“Oh, I’m sorry. It had to be done, I’m sure you understand. Young girls like you don’t just wander into vans of men like me!”
Pembroke giggled again. Sophie winced, he was the same, this was who he was. A deranged weirdo who had power of life and death over her. He went back upstairs with the empty breakfast things and returned a minute later. He arranged the chairs and table in the same positions as last night.
“Now Sophie, I am going to let you out. Same rules as last night. Do as I tell you, don’t move unless I tell you to move somewhere. Now just walk out and stand over here.”
He let he out and she cautiously moved into the middle of the basement. He followed her and watched her skirt sway above the back of her thighs. He resisted the temptation to touch her again. There would be plenty of time for that.
“Now, firstly, I am going to clean your wounds again. Tell me where it hurts.”
He brought out the antisceptic and wad of cotton wool. This time she was standing and he crouched down to her ankles to swab the cuts on her knees and legs. His face rubbed against her thighs ‘accidentally’ brushing his nose against her legs every now and then. He looked up and had a clear view of her panties up her skirt, they were just a few inches away! Beyond that he could see that she was facing forwards and could hear her heavy breathing.
“Your upper legs seem OK, you didn’t hurt your bottom did you ? Do we need to check that?”
“No.. no I’m OK there” she said quickly. Pembroke smiled and pressed on her stomach.
“Is this where you are hurt.?”
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“Aaah,” Sophie exclaimed as her face contorted in pain as he pressed on the side of her stomach. He was a little concerned about the bruising; internal bleeding could be dangerous. He turned her around and noticed a small cut on her back that had bled through a small rip in the back of her blouse. He reached his hand under her blouse, brushed it over her skin and past her bra strap, then gently rubbed the cut. He could feel her goosebumps and her back straightened as he did so. Next, he moved to her arms, hands, and then to her face.
Sophie stood impassively like a soldier on inspection as he swabbed the cuts on her face. “You have quite a bit of bruising on your neck now, my dear,” he said as he pressed gently, causing her to flinch and turn her head to the side. “Sorry, don’t worry, it will all heal soon.”
“Now, you may sit!” This time he swatted her bottom as he walked away and went to behind the desk. Sophie sat down and crossed her ankles trying to appear as modest as she could. She reminded herself she had to make Pembroke show some humanity to her.
Pembroke sat with his apart and underneath the desk Sophie could clearly see he was exposing himself, she could see the insides of his hairy thighs and black underwear as his Kimono parted. She brought her eyes up to concentrate on his face.
“Now, Sophie, there is some good news. There is a good reason why you have gone missing for the last 24 hours. Your photos are online! Look!”
More efficiently this time, Pembroke clicked some buttons on his laptop and the large screen flickered to life. It showed a web page of revenge porn which included Sophie’s profile. “Look there are the three photos you chose last night! Don’ t blame me haha, I didn’t upload these. It must have been some of your friends.”
Pembroke looked at her photos on the screen. She looked very happy there, and very hot. He licked his lips at the hot girl in the thong on screen, and then turned slowly to see she was facing him in horror. “Haha, and those were the most conservative ones! They haven’t even seen your asshole or pussy yet!” Pembroke scrolled down to the comments. “Look, see, someone claims to be from your school here. I think it is fairly safe to assume your friends have all seen these, if not by now then by Monday morning, definitely.
He seemed peculiarly proud of himself. “Of course, these photos will be taken down from this site, but they will live on forever. Some horny boy or girl will keep saving and uploading them. I imagine half the boys in your class are jerking themselves off now to you. And here I am with you here!”
Sophie couldn’t help it, a tear fell from her cheek.
“There, there. This had to happen. You need to be missing. And of course you remember my promise? I might let you go if you can answer those questions. You have had a lot of time to think. Do you need more time?”
“No…” said Sophie nervously. She knew it would not make any difference.
“Good, so question one. If I let you go, why would you not report me to the police?”
Sophie tried to smile at him. “Stanley..”
“My name is not Stanley, girl surely you have realised that by now” Pembroke was a little exasperated, he did not want to hear that name as she spoke to him. “Call me sir, for now.”
Sophie was taken aback by his abrupt and rude interruption. This just made her job harder.
“Sir, if you let me go, I would be so happy. Yesterday I worried about so much. I thought my world was going to end. But having been down here, I really appreciate.. I mean.. it would mean so much for me if you gave me a chance. I would treasure my life so much, I would not care about going to the police. I would be so grateful, honestly. In fact I would be happy to stay in touch…”
Pembroke almost believed her. It was so rare to hear a female say anything so warm to him. This was a game rigged in his favour, he reminded himself, he should not allow her to outsmart him.
“Really, you would want to see me again? To do what?”
“We could talk, maybe go for walks. Maybe you just need a friend…”
“Hmm, well I have never really wanted friends or needed them. To be honest I’m not sure we would have much to talk about. Would we talk about the latest models in Python? About the history of string theory?”
Sophie did not know how to respond to this.
“Hmmm.. ok, so you would be so happy I let you go that you would want to be my friend and so not want to turn me in?” He typed notes into his laptop.
Sophie went red. “Honestly, I would be so happy to see my family again. I would do anything, punishment would be the last thing on my mind. If I make a promise I keep them.”
“OK” said Pembroke thoughtfully, continuing to type. “Moving on, I want to have a hot young sexual partner like you. If not you, then who could I get. What are my options?
Sophie tried to remain calm as she answered. “You seem to be well off, and you say you like your mother.” She licked her lips, she had not thought of any answer all night. “I am sure there is someone for everyone.”
“I’m fifty five! There is no one! Even women far older and uglier than you, they don’t want me!” Pembroke seemed genuinely at a loss. “What have I been missing. Plastic surgery? A personality transplant?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t have a boyfriend and I would be happy to be single.”
“I’ve been single all my life, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” There was some mirth to Pembroke’s laugh. He typed in some notes. Sophie did not ask what he had typed, she knew her answer had been pathetic.
“Now what about my fondness for young girls. I can’t take you on a date, I can’t take you on holiday as my girlfriend, or book a hotel room together. And young girls like you, well you just don’t seem to like us old blokes!”
Sophie tried not to look at his spread legs which were moving with animation at his ranting. “Maybe.. maybe you shouldn’t’ like young girls” She grew braver. “It is not good for you to have to trap young girls like me, it isn’t natural. You would be happier if you gave it up, I think what you have is… a sickness.. it’s making you ill. It would benefit you to forget about girls like me.”
Pembroke sighed. “You know what? You’re probably right. Actually that is a good point, well made. But by God I still want to fuck you.”
The sudden insertion of such language shook Sophie. She had thought that maybe she was getting through to him. Obviously not.
“OK where were we. Oh yes. Opportunity costs. All the time and all the money and all the risk. It would all be wasted if I let you go. Why would I do this?”
“You shouldn’t’ think of it as a waste of time. Maybe.. maybe you enjoyed this part. You haven’t really done anything that bad so far, you could let me go, and still have enjoyed this.” Sophie felt sick talking about ‘enjoying’ her own stalking and kidnapping. “Maybe you just liked the fantasy. Now you’ve done it maybe you would have good memories of it. Maybe the reality of having me down here would be not like you thought, and you would be too late to change your mind. Maybe you didn’t really want to hurt me or take me from my family, maybe you just wanted to see what it was like..”
Pembroke thought hard. She may well be right, the little devil. Maybe this was the fun part. In two years’ time, would he still be down here, exploring her body and enjoying her for sex? Or would he be bored? Would he much rather be going bowling or to the cinema than have to entertain her down here. It may well be like looking after his mother.
“Interesting… interesting…” he typed away.
“OK, so if I let you go, I will still want to kidnap girls. As you say, I do enjoy the chase, definitely, yes I have enjoyed chasing you around.” He smiled at her discomfort and the memories of trailing her around buses streets and trains. “But its very risky and very expensive. Would I ever succeed again. If I got caught would you visit me in prison? And if not you, who else? Which unfortunate girl deserves to be down here instead of you?”
Sophie tried to stay on his good side. “Well, maybe you will decide that no girl ever stays here.”
“That doesn’t sound very satisfactory. What about Anna Gao, or Emma Bradley, those poor girls. Would you rather they were here than you?”
Sophie thought about what to say. Should she lie and try and say he should kidnap other girls and not her? The truth was, she would not mind, she just wanted to be free. “Maybe those girls don’t love their families like I do. Maybe they want to kill themselves, maybe there are other girls that you should have taken and not me. I love my family I want to have a future…”
Sophie started to cry. Pembroke sighed and wondered how to proceed.
“Now, now Sophie. I think every girl would be crying at this. I think it’ a little unfair to think you are so special that you alone deserve extraordinary mercy.”
Sophie stopped. “Yes, sorry sir.”
“OK, now my last question related to sexual stuff. You are very inexperienced Sophie. Never been kissed, right? So it might be hard to understand that I enjoy doing things you think disgusting. Maybe your mum does these things. I mentioned things like… “ he paused for dramatic effect “licking my asshole, drinking my piss, and other things like licking my feet. To be honest, just kissing me on the lips is beyond what any women want to do to me no matter how much money I pay the bitches!”
Sophie just stared into a space and tried to shut out reality. She did not want to answer this.
“Basically, I have desires. No one will meet them unless I force them to. So I took the logical step and.. well.. here you are.”
A single tear fell from Sophie’s eye. Instead of responding to the question, she just begged.
“Please, sir, please let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I swear! My mum—she’s going to be so worried. She loves me so much, and she has no idea what’s happened to me. My sister, too. This will break their hearts! Please, you don’t have to do this. It’s not fair!
I just want to go home. You haven’t done anything bad yet; you can still let me go. I swear, I won’t go to the police. Please, I promise! If you want, you can come check on us, make sure we don’t tell anyone. You know where we live. Just let me go, I beg you. I don’t want to die. Please, please just let me go!”
Pembroke steeled himself and tried to appear impassive. Her raised voice was getting angry as she stood up.
“Sophie, sit down! I told you not to move without my permission!”
Sophie didn’t care anymore. She sensed he wasn’t moved by her pleas. “Just let me go, you disgusting bastard!” she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and fear. “They’re going to find you, no matter what you do. Even if you kill me! So you might as well let me go!”
Her defiance flickered, replaced by desperation. “Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Please, sir, please, just let me go. I don’t want to die. Please, I’m begging you!”
She dropped to her knees and clasped her hands in a pleading gesture. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her face twisted with desperation. “I don’t deserve this,” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please, you can let me go. You can help my mom and my sister. Don’t destroy our family. You have my life in your hands. Please, don’t ruin me.”
Sobbing, she looked up, her expression contorted with fear and grief. “God, please help me! I can’t do this. Please, sir, don’t do this to us. I beg you.”
Pembroke started to sweat. Her pleas did move him, slightly. But the sight of her splayed thighs in the kneeling position, showing off her white knickers clearly now, overrode all human compassion in him. He moved his eyes from her pleadings eyes, down to her crotch, and his cock grew hard underneath the table.
“Now Sophie, you must obey me, even as a guest. Sit back on your chair.” He swallowed and stuttered slightly. He had expected such desperation of course, and prepared himself to ignore it, but the reality was still difficult to deal with.
Sophie’s head drooped as she gathered herself and sank back into the chair. She pulled her legs together, resting her elbows on her knees as her head hung low. Her face was buried in her hands, and her long red hair cascaded forward, obscuring her upper body as it fell across her lap.
Pembroke shut his laptop down. “I will return with my decision a little later. For now, I want you to go back to your cell. Stand up, and follow me.”
Pembroke was nervous now, and he prepared himself for any sudden moves from the little girl padding beside him. But she was spent, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope she might appeal to his compassion, she would not try to attack him.
Pembroke consoled her with a pat on the shoulder as he showed her in. He felt sorry for her, but also realised he needed to keep himself in charge. As she stepped through the cell door, just before it closed, he gave her a hard spank on her bottom through her skirt, hitting with enough force to push her hips forward and make her jump. She grabbed her ass with both hands and turned around in shock and horror, just as a schoolgirl would if he had done this at his school.
Here though, there were no consequences for him. He just stared at her with a thin smile.
“I will see you later, Sophie.”
Pembroke gathered his laptop and went back upstairs. His cock was bursting out of this thong. To clear his head, he masturbated furiously over the monitor images of Sophie on her cell bench. He came like a storm, and gazed again at the figure of the small schoolgirl, sitting cross legged on the bench, arms folded, and face glumly staring into the distance. Yes, he still wanted her.
Chapter 21
“You got a charger for an android phone, babe?” Teresa pouted at her lover. Brad was just out of the shower. “No, sorry mine won’t fit that phone.” Teresa cursed her cheap phone, why did there need to be so many different kinds of charger?
Maybe you should be getting home, honey, Brad hugged her. He loved her body but he was conscious that he needed to get to the airport well in advance.
“You’re right, my phone has just died. My daughter will be wondering where I am! God she is such a nice girl, if she only knew what I was up to…”
Brad grinned. “You are a naughty girl, before you go, why don’t we have one more go…”
The two ended up fucking for another half an hour. Teresa was insatiable and came all over Brad’s face again. “Babe, take me up the ass!” she almost shouted at him. Brad could not resist, when would be the next time he could cheat on his wife with a woman like this!
Teresa grunted like an animal and reached back to play with her clit as she felt his cock expand into her rectum. He came again, for maybe the seventh time since he had brought her home from the late night cocktail bar. He looked down in amazement as Teresa turned around like a hungry pig and gobbled on his cock, fresh out of the asshole, while continuing to finger her pussy.
Brad’s eyes ran up to the back of this head as he finally came again. He felt like he wanted to sleep for ten hours. “Hmmm babe you make me so horny!” Teresa was laughing. “But I really need to go, it’s getting really late now and my daughter could be calling me.”
Brad and Teresa exchanged a fond farewell. “Promise me you’ll call later OK?” Teresa did not want to sound desperate, but she really wanted to see Brad again soon.
Brad knew he would never see her again. He had photos of her saved away and would always remember her, but could not risk his marriage by staying in contact with her. “OK baby” Brad smiled, let me keep your panties so I can smell them after you’re gone.”
“Oooo, you’re filthy, I love it!” giggled Teresa, as she took her knickers back off and handed them to him. She kissed him again and took off, her stockings in her handbag and now doing the long ‘walk of shame’ in her little black dress with nothing on underneath. On the train home, she was conscious of Brad’s cum oozing out of her pussy, and the memory of the sex turned her on. The thought that she could see men checking her out and trying to look up her skirt added to her feelings and she almost came by herself on the seats.
Thaila Simpson was wondering what to wear today, it was so hot outside, she wondered whether to go for skimpy shorts, jeans or a short skirt. She wanted to wear her tank top which would show off her burgeoning breasts. She stood in nothing but a pair of white panties in her bedroom looking at her choices spread out on her bed.
Her phone buzzed, and she checked a message from her friend Priya. “T have you seen those pics of Sophie? WTF!!!”
Thaila phoned Priya, asking what she was on about. Thaila couldn’t believe what she heard. Photos, of Sophie, naked in nothing but her knickers were being passed around the boys in their chat groups! Thaila slyly asked Priya if she had them. “Yeah why?” Thaila prodded her. “Fuck you, you know I wanna see them” Priya laughed at the other end of the phone. “Hahahaha you evil bitch I knew you would ask. Yeah no worries, sending them across now. Sophie doesn’t have much tits is all I can say!” Thaila looked at the pictures and smiled. Schaudenfraude really was a hell of a drug!
Emma was in her room loving the attention Sophie was getting. She was checking new links and seeing that Sophie was getting posted everywhere! She looked at new posts of her, and the gloating comments underneath. Emma looked again at Sophie’s cute, tight young body, her slender waist, her rosebud nipples on her breasts. Emma was not sure why, but the beauty of Sophie, her hatred of her, and the warm knowledge that her life was being ruined, turned her on. She leaned back, and slipped her fingers into her knickers and began playing with her pussy, as she read the cruel comments again.
09Chapter 21
“You got a charger for an android phone, babe?” Teresa pouted at her lover. Brad was just out of the shower. “No, sorry mine won’t fit that phone.” Teresa cursed her cheap phone, why did there need to be so many different kinds of charger?
Maybe you should be getting home, honey, Brad hugged her. He loved her body but he was conscious that he needed to get to the airport well in advance.
“You’re right, my phone has just died. My daughter will be wondering where I am! God she is such a nice girl, if she only knew what I was up to…”
Brad grinned. “You are a naughty girl, before you go, why don’t we have one more go…”
The two ended up fucking for another half an hour. Teresa was insatiable and came all over Brad’s face again. “Babe, take me up the ass!” she almost shouted at him. Brad could not resist, when would be the next time he could cheat on his wife with a woman like this!
Teresa grunted like an animal and reached back to play with her clit as she felt his cock expand into her rectum. He came again, for maybe the seventh time since he had brought her home from the late night cocktail bar. He looked down in amazement as Teresa turned around like a hungry pig and gobbled on his cock, fresh out of her asshole, while continuing to finger her pussy.
Brad’s eyes ran up to the back of this head as he finally came again. He felt like he wanted to sleep for ten hours. “Hmmm babe you make me so horny!” Teresa was laughing. “But I really need to go, it’s getting really late now and my daughter could be calling me.”
After dressing, Brad and Teresa exchanged a fond farewell. “Promise me you’ll call later OK?” Teresa did not want to sound desperate, but she really wanted to see Brad again soon.
Brad knew he would never see her again. He had photos of her saved away and would always remember her, but could not risk his marriage by staying in contact with her. “OK baby” Brad smiled, let me keep your panties so I can smell them after you’re gone.”
“Oooo, you’re filthy, I love it!” giggled Teresa, as she took her knickers back off and handed them to him. She kissed him again and took off, her stockings in her handbag and now did the long ‘walk of shame’ in her little black dress with nothing on underneath. On the train home, she was conscious of Brad’s cum oozing out of her pussy, and the memory of the sex turned her on. The thought that men were checking her out and trying to look up her skirt added to her feelings and she almost came by herself on the seats.
Thaila Simpson was wondering what to wear today, it was so hot outside, she wondered whether to go for skimpy shorts, jeans or a short skirt. She wanted to wear her tank top which would show off her burgeoning breasts. She stood in nothing but a pair of white panties in her bedroom looking at her choices spread out on her bed.
Her phone buzzed, and she checked a message from her friend Priya. “T have you seen those pics of Sophie? WTF!!!”
Thaila phoned Priya, asking what she was on about. Thaila couldn’t believe what she heard. Photos, of Sophie, naked in nothing but her knickers were being passed around the boys in their chat groups! Thaila slyly asked Priya if she had them. “Yeah why?” Thaila prodded her. “Fuck you, you know I wanna see them” Priya laughed at the other end of the phone. “Hahahaha you evil bitch I knew you would ask. Yeah no worries, sending them across now. Sophie doesn’t have much tits is all I can say!” Thaila looked at the pictures and smiled. Schaudenfraude really was a hell of a drug!
Emma was in her room loving the attention Sophie was getting. She was checking new links and seeing that Sophie was getting posted everywhere! She looked at new posts of her, and the gloating comments underneath. Emma looked again at Sophie’s cute, tight young body, her slender waist, her rosebud nipples on her breasts. Emma was not sure why, but the beauty of Sophie, her hatred of her, and the warm knowledge that her life was being ruined, turned her on. She leaned back, and slipped her fingers into her knickers and began playing with her pussy, as she read the cruel comments again.
Edward Pembroke took another coffee to calm himself. He again checked on his mother, and checked Sophie on the monitor. He checked the news for anything on Sophie and could find nothing, but did see more Google entries for Sophie Yildiz linking to more sites. He read the same comments Emma had just read and had the same feelings.
He returned down to the basement. Sophie looked up at him with sad face, without much hope. “Hello Sophie, let me get set up, then I will let you out.”
He went through the same rigmarole and got his laptop set up. Then he walked across to the cell, and opened the door. He had done some brief exercise before entering, he knew he had to prepare himself in case Sophie did anything stupid. He checked again for anything she could use as a weapon.
“For this, you will stand.” He pointed to a spot where her chair had been previously. He turned the screen on and showed a webpage. He adopted a formal tone, like a judge.
“Firstly, some news. Your disappearance has not been reported, despite the fact it is now nearly twenty four hours since you were kidnapped. Longer if you include from when you were supposed to be at school. I cannot comment on why, I simply do not know, however I have satisfied myself that there is no way anyone can trace you here. Your laptop cannot be tracked to here, I have checked. There may be some unforeseen clue, but I am happy to assume, at present that I have gotten away with kidnapping you.”
Sophie bit her lip. What could this lead to?
“Secondly, your three images have now been widely shared, please read these comments…”
Pembroke zoomed in on the comments. ‘OMFG that is Sophie Y from year 10, never thought she was a slut like that’ ‘Yeah that’s Sophie Yildiz, she goes to my school’ ‘she’s got a great body, she’s in the same year as my cousin.’ The comments went on, some were quite explicit about what commenters wanted to do to her.
Sophie fidgeted with her hands. She had expected this. But could this mean he would let her go? She just wanted him to get to the point. She got it, he had ruined her life.
“Now, I have listened to what you had to say and put some thought into it. You raised some interesting points, particularly that I might get bored with you. That was my major worry.”
Sophie felt like interrupting. What? This was his main concern?
“One cannot embark on a venture like this, without the risk that one might get bored with success. If I get bored with you… “ he raised his eye in a deadly serious manner and looked into Sophie’s eyes with a cold glare “well there are other ways to dispose of that problem, other than letting you go, which will not carry the same risk to me.”
Sophie felt the chill. He was talking about killing her! She was now sure he had no humanity.
“I have a very short conclusion really. I have spent a huge amount of time, money and undertaken great risk to bring you here. I was not mistaken, you are a beautiful young lady, and I do not regret taking you at all. In fact I forsee… a very long time during which I will enjoy you.”
Sophie’s eyes started watering.
“Therefore I am not going to let you go. I am sorry about your family, however I have gone to great lengths to make your disappearance look like a suicide. There will not be a body, but one can only hope that your mother and sister will be able to mourn you as dead rather than disappeared as my …. sex slave.”
Pembroke licked his lips at the last two words and stared at Sophie. She seemed to be vibrating, like she was on edge, about to erupt.
“Your stay here is now changed from being a guest, to that of a slave. What is going to happen next, is firstly that I will release your other photos and the video. I am sure it won’t make much difference to you now, and will help make the case for suicide even stronger. That helps both me and your family. They get to grieve properly and the investigation into your disappearance will not be very… intense.”
“But… sir” Sophie did not know what to say, she just wanted to appeal to something inside him.
“From this point onwards, I am going to be stricter with you. So please do not interrupt me again.” Hi voice was even harsher now. “You will get the chance to speak however, not to appeal my decision, because that will not happen. I will do an interview, to record your entry into slavery. It will start immediately. Then I will take those clothes away and give you clothes more fitting for a girl who is to serve me sexually. Oh and this time you WILL take a shower.”
Pembroke leant forwards and hunched his shoulders, bringing his hands together like a newscaster.
“Any questions?” he asked.
“But… please sir… why don’t you just rape me now and let me go, please just do whatever, but don’t keep me here…”
“I intend to both rape you and keep you here.” Pembroke’s voice was flat. He began typing on his keyboard. “Remain standing there, do not move, I am now commencing your sentence by sending the rest of your material online. It will take a few hours to filter down to your friends, but they will all see them.”
Sophie looked around as if to appeal to some unseen ally, but the dungeon was as empty as ever. The only other human form was her own large portrait, and her smiling face was not a comfort given its sexual nature.
“OK, that is done. Now for the interview. For this, you will sit on that chair against the wall. Go there now.”
“No … no.. . Sophie began shaking her head. “Fuck you… NO… I want OUT OF HERE!” With that she tried to run around Pembroke to get to the door. Pembroke allowed her to get to the cage and watched her try to open it. He walked towards her. “Step away from that door.”
“NO… Leave me alone you fucking CREE…”
Pembroke opened up his body and launched an open handed slap across her face, which propelled her away from the cage door, took her off her feet, and made her fly to the ground several feet away. Her loud shouting vanished as she gurgled and coughed on the ground, struggling to get up on all fours as if she was a boxer hit with a knock out punch.
Pembroke walked over again and this time grabbed her hair and lifted her up to her tip toes. Her thick red tresses provided ample grip. “Listen carefully you little BITCH! You listen before you speak. You never disobey me, you never call me names. You respect me. I am you OWNER!” Pembroke’s face was in hers, his eyes narrowed in fury as he spat the words into her face.
He let her go, and Sophie fell backwards on her ass. She was in shock, her eyes were bulging out of her head as they looked into space. After about 30 seconds of ugly silence during which she remained on the ground, Pembroke broke it.
“I’m sorry Sophie, that is what is going to happen from now on if you disobey me. I hope you won’t make me do it again.”
Sophie slowly got up. She didn’t speak, and her face was now white. She stared at the ground in a daze. He wondered if anyone had hit her as hard before. It was harder than when he had grabbed her, that had focused on catching and restraining her. This was pure violence.
“Now, that was a shock, I think you are not so used to violence. You are a nice girl, and I hope you won’t see too much more of that kind of thing here. It’s just things are changing for you and you may need some… encouragement.”
Sophie limply allowed Pembroke to guide her by the elbow to the chair. She was going to have a black eye, her right eye was now swelling up. Oh well, thought Pembroke, she has a lot of other cuts and bruises anyway, might as well get them all at the same time.
He moved his table closer to the chair and started up the camera. Sophie had recovered somewhat, she was not crying, but just looked utterly devastated and beaten down.
“Now Sophie, can you part your knees slightly, I want to be able to see your knickers in the video. No, not that wide, you are not a whore! Yes that’s good juts enough to see a glimpse of that white triangle, yes very nice!”
Sophie’s resigned manner was good for getting her to sit down and adopt whatever position Pembroke wanted. But he wanted some input now.
“Now Sophie, the interview is starting. Hello Sophie, how do you feel?”
“hmmm?”
Pembroke turned the camera off. “Sophie, answer the questions. If you don’t do as I say and answer my questions, you get hit again. Do you understand?”
“Yes… yes sir” babbled Sophie. The return of her nerves showed she was still ‘with it.’
“Now Sophie, how do you feel?”
“I feel… I feel sad… I am hurt, my body hurts.”
“Why does it hurt. Please let us know what has happened to you in the last 24 hours.”
Sophie paused but the camera would show, every now and then, her lancing at him off camera with fear in her eyes. She knew not to hesitate. Pembroke had one fist clenched and she did not want to get hit again. She had never been hit before yesterday. The sheer terror physical violence had brought to her had dislocated her sense of self.
She went through, in great detail, about how she had been blackmailed, and been kidnapped, bundled into the van. Pembroke made he go into detail about how scared she had been. The sight of a crying schoolgirl, sitting down with her panties visible, with black eye, cuts, bruises, sheer terror in her eyes, describing her ordeal would make him a legend online, Pembroke thought. Sadly, for now this would have to stay in his hard drive.
Pembroke forced her to describe her mother and sister. She baulked when he asked her to describe what their bodies were like, but relented when the video was paused and Pembroke grabbed her hair, and lightly slapped her. The video continued, and between sobs, Sophie described her mother’s height, how big here breasts were, her ass, and whether she wanted to look like her. She described her sister’s breasts and was asked which body she wanted to have, her own or her sister’s. Dignity was no longer a thing for her, she confessed she wanted large breasts.
“Now Sophie, this was your introduction into a life of slavery. What sort of sexual experience do you have ? What porn have you watched?”
Sophie confessed she had not watched much porn, it had mostly been oral sex or lesbian porn, She said, truthfully, that she was scared of having sex and hoped it would not hurt. She had to be constantly reminded to look at the camera.
“Good! Now Sophie, take your school uniform off. Now fold them and place them your feet.”
Sophie moaned and looked pleadingly at Pembroke. He sternly shook his head at her as if to say, if you don’t do this, you will regret it. Sophie unbuttoned her blouse, and put it on the ground, and then unclipped her skirt. “NEATLY!” shouted Pembroke, and Sophie jumped in fright, her shoulders crouched up like a nervous animal. She meekly folded her clothes, and stood in her bra and panties, covering herself with her arms.
“Good girl. Now remove your bra and panties,”
Sophie looked to the side, as if to an invisible friend, and seemed to sadly say farewell to someone. She slipped her bra off, and then slipped her white panties down to her ankles and kicked them off. She stood with her hands to her sides like a dummy. She had no fight left.
“Excellent. One final question, Sophie. Why did you not shave your pussy when you were going to meet me?”
The question related to the thin crop of red hair on her pubis. Sophie just shrugged, then caught Pembroke’s eyes as he stood up, and thought she had to say something to stop being hit.
“I am a stupid girl. Maybe my new owner needs to tell me what to do.”
Pembroke thought for a moment whether this somewhat flippant response warranted punishment. He relented.
“This concludes the interview. Welcome to slavery Sophie!”
Pembroke turned off the camera. “Excellent, that was excellent! Now, again Sophie, this was something I wanted to do, I am sorry, it must be so humiliating for you.”
He turned back into an apologetic mild man and brought over a towel. “Now, please go into the cell and take a shower. I think the time for modesty has passed. Now, unless you do something stupid or disobedient I am not going to touch you for the rest of today. So please take this shower and then I will give you some new clothes.”
Sophie was grateful for the cover, and stepped into the cell and heard the clank behind her as the door shut. She turned the water on and notice it was warm. She felt Pembroke’s eyes on her as she had herback to him while he watched her through the cell glass.
Pembroke was looking at her various cuts, bruises and wounds. “Oh Sophie, I am sorry for those marks on your body. I hope you will get better soon, they will all heal.” He moved to the curtained areas and selected her new outfit. It was a full red vest, and a pair of red boy shorts.
He picked up her school uniform. This would be treasured from now on. It was in rough shape from being worn for over a day, and Sophie being beaten and attacked in it. There was dirt, blood and tiny holes everywhere, but he would keep it. As he watched the naked Sophie in the shower, he held the white panties to his nose and inhaled. They stank of urine, but he enjoyed the smell nonetheless. They would be cleaned along with the bra. There would be a limitless supply of used panties from Sophie from now on.
After Sophie finished, she dried off, and he took the towel and handed her the red vest and pants. “These are somewhat conservative. I don’t want you to be wearing normal clothes. You are not a normal prisoner, you are here for sexual purposes, specifically, my sexual gratification. But I want to ease you into this lifestyle gently. You look nice and cute in that!”
He marvelled at Sophie, the clothes fitted her well. Her butt cheeks were well accentuated within the underwear and the vest showed off her midriff and allowed a nice glimpse of her puffy nipples through the thin material. He could not help but notice the rest of her body was covered in marks. One of her eyes was not almost closed now with the black eye. “Well Sophie, physically you will get better. Those clothes look marvellous. I know they are underwear, but trust me if I walk around the park outside I will see plenty of girls wearing less than you!”
“I am going to leave you now for some time. There is water there. I will be back later, as I say you don’t have to fear rape or even much touching for now. I am going to be very patient with you, Sophie.”
Pembroke smiled at her. Sophie just stared back. As he left the dungeon, she sat down on the bench, started bawling loudly. ‘Please, please someone save me!’
Teresa crept into the flat, she was so glad to see Sophie was not in. She looked like a whore in her black dress and imagined she could smell her own vagina by now. She found her charger and began charging, then jumped in the shower. She began singing in the shower, she was happy. Brad was such a great guy. She dared to dream of going on a sailing boat this summer with him, maybe Sophie could come too!
Meanwhile, Brad was packing. Poor Teresa, he felt so guilty. He decided he needed to lose his spare phone, his wife might find it. Before taking out the SIM and dumping it, he sent a text to Teresa.
‘Hi Teresa. I so enjoyed hanging with you the last week or so. The sex last night and this morning was amazing! You are a wonderful person and so beautiful. However, I have a confession to make, I was only looking for a fling and so I didn’t mention that I’m not really divorced. I have a wife and kids back in the states and so I cannot move forward with you. And work has called me back to NYC early, so unfortunately I have to leave today. I am not sure I will see you again but I will keep your number. Sorry I cannot give you mine, but I have to protect my family.’
He looked at a photo of his wife and three kids. There was no way he could jeopardise this by keeping in touch with Teresa! He sent the text, then breathed out, and took the SIM out and threw it in the bin. He then finished packing and booked a taxi to take him to Heathrow.
Teresa was still singing in her bathrobe as she went to finally turn on her phone. She was going to text Sophie to ask where she was. But instead, she read Brad’s text first. ‘What the FUCK!?’ she shouted out loud. “That BASTARD!” Teresa screamed and threw her phone across the room. She jumped on her bed and started to cry, her bathrobe open and her breasts heaving. She felt like such a stupid slag. Of course an American banker had no interest in a woman like her, a cleaner. She felt so useless, so dirty and cheap.
After several minutes of crying, she went to get her phone. At least she had Sophie, she was far more important than some stupid American asshole who had tricked her. But she was dismayed to find her phone was broken! “Fuck” she cursed, now she could not get hold of anyone. She didn’t have the money for a new phone!
She padded around the flat. Where was Sophie? It was a beautiful day, she was probably outside. She wished she had looked for her texts before Brad’s. After half an hour waiting, she decided she would go out, and see if she could get her phone fixed, or get a new one. In case she needed to flirt with a salesman, she put on a short denim skirt and low cut top, in keeping with the hot weather.
Sophie’s tight pants and top were of scant consolation to her. Pembroke had now seen her naked, it was just a matter of time before he raped her, or even worse. His unpredictability terrified her and made her realise that she could not depend on anything in here. She just had to please him and ensure he didn’t kill her and hope that something happened, either someone found her or he slipped up. She thought of the notes she had left, maybe one of them had been picked up? Her mum had one of them in a winter coat. She groaned as she thought her mum may never even check the pockets for months. She thought of those kindly people on the train. They would remember her. How she wished she had spoken to them, they were angels sent to her and she had just ignored them.
Pembroke felt guilty. He was still in his thong in his room, he had not even disrobed in front of Sophie yet. He watched her on the monitor and watching her cry was starting to get to him. The shock of the violence had worn off and he watched her half closed eye and had to admit that he had just beaten up a fourteen year old girl. He could not figure out how Sophie had not been reported missing, it was not making sense anymore. Maybe the police were keeping it quiet for a reason? He cleaned the house again and the van. He hoovered and tried to find any red hairs but could find none. Still, the paranoia remained.
Meanwhile, another teenage girl of the same age of Sophie was dancing on the rocks by the beach near Rosevale-on-Sea. Amanda was the apple of her mother’ eye. Her mother was a forty year old blonde Amazon woman whose high waisted bikini showed off her fantastically toned body. However, even as a qualified fitness trainer, she still envied Amanda’s lithe fourteen year old body. Her stomach was impossibly slim and smooth, her breasts pneumatically pointed into her bikini top, and her tight compact ass showed off her flawlessly clear ass checks fitting into daring bikini bottoms which had been almost swallowed into her buttcrack. The men on the beach had not known where to look. They were both looking for Amanda’s little bother Simon who had gone to the rocks.
“Hey, Amanda, guess what I found!” her little brother Simon came running up the beach, his shorts covered in sand and a streak of seaweed draped over his shoulder. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled T-shirt, dripping with seawater. “It’s a One Direction shirt! Isn’t that your favorite band?”
Amanda took one look at the wet, sandy shirt and grimaced. “Simon, that thing looks like it’s been buried in a sandcastle for a year. Where did you get it?”
“Over by the rocks on the shore!” he replied, holding it up proudly. “I thought you’d like it!”
Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Simon, no offense, but I don’t think I can pull off the ‘washed-up-on-the-beach’ look. Why don’t you put that back where you found it?”
Their mum approached, taking in the scene with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Simon, what’s that you’ve got there?”
“It’s a One Direction T-shirt!” he announced, as if presenting a treasure. “Found it on the beach, thought Amanda would want it.”
Their mom shook her head with a smile. “Simon, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we don’t take random beach finds home with us. It could be someone else’s, or it might just be, well, trash.”
“But Mom, it’s One Direction!” he pleaded, his big brown eyes full of hope. “Maybe Amanda can wash it, and it’ll be good as new.”
She chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Honey, even if it’s One Direction, it’s still soaked with saltwater and covered in sand. Why don’t we stick to collecting shells and skipping rocks instead?”
Simon shrugged and threw the Tshirt back onto the sand.
Brad got out of his taxi, thanks the driver and made his way into the airport. He took another look at his family on his phone and smiled as he thought of seeing them again. He took Teresa’s knickers out of his pocket and inhaled them deeply. It was fun, he thought, but best leave it at that, and threw the knickers into a nearby bin.
Chapter 22
Teresa Yildiz stormed down the bustling London street, in exasperation at Brad and men in general. Her low-cut top and short skirt turned heads, but she didn’t care; she had one thing on her mind: fixing her broken phone. She marched into the mobile store, where a young salesman greeted her with a sympathetic smile.
“What do you mean you can’t fix it!”she exclaimed, waving her cracked phone in his face. The salesman shrugged. “Sorry, ma’am, you’ll have to get a new one.”
Teresa’s eyes narrowed. “A new one? I just need this one fixed!” The salesman explained the damage was too extensive, and she reluctantly agreed to buy a dumb phone for now. She really now needed to be contactable .
“Two hours?! You’re kidding!” she nearly screamed at the operator, who calmly told her it would take that long for the SIM card to activate. She snapped the new phone shut and stormed out of the store.
Back at her apartment, she noticed Sophie wasn’t home. She sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and nostalgia. She remembered her own teenage years when disappearing for hours was no big deal. But nowadays, things were different.
She plopped onto the sofa and flipped through TV channels, feeling the sunshine streaming through the window. What a waste of a beautiful Saturday, she thought. But she couldn’t risk missing Sophie if she came in. Teresa sat there, her foot tapping impatiently, cursing Brad and his text message that had caused this whole mess. If Sophie was already out at that party, she wouldn’t be home for hours.
The TV droned on, and Teresa felt her irritation growing with each passing minute. Part of her felt guilty, maybe Sophie was worried about her, Teresa was the one at fault for staying over at Brad’s coming home late with a dead phone, and then breaking her phone. Then she started thinking that Sophie would have left a note or stayed in the flat, just as Teresa was doing now. It was not like Sophie to not care, and she grew uneasy.
Finally, her SIM card worked. Teresa cursed as she finally got it working. A torrent of texts went to her dumb phone, some from work, some from friends. But none from Sophie.
“OK” Teresa thought, Sophie was online, this phone can’t handle the internet, so she must have sent her messages on WhatsApp or Facebook if she couldn’t get through. She now wished she had just splashed out on a new phone there and then but had to go through insurance with her broken one.
Teresa looked up her number, grateful it had made it to the SIM, and called. No answer, it went straight to voicemail. She tried again this time leaving a voicemail, telling her to call her back. She then checked her own voicemails and was perturbed that none were from Sophie.
This isn’t right, she thought. What could she do? She went out to an internet cafe around the corner to see if she could access emails and social media. She would have used Sophie’s laptop but she had long since blocked it with a password. She was mortified at the idea of sharing her laptop with her mother.
At the internet café, the owner, a pious Muslim man, eyed her with disdain. Teresa could feel his judgment burning into her, thanks to her short skirt, low-cut top, and sandals. The heat and stress had her sweating, and he probably thought she was just another prostitute coming in after a shift. She ignored him, focused on finding out where Sophie could be.
Teresa opened up her Facebook and email accounts. She at first noticed she had a lot of friend requests from strange men who seemed to be from all over the world. She tried to ignore them, but they seemed to be spamming something. Instead she searched for Sophie’s messages or emails.
Nothing.
A chill dropped into her gut, like ice-cold water flowing into her stomach, spreading a shiver through her entire body. Her mother’s intuition screamed that something was seriously wrong. What had happened to Sophie? Was she in danger? The questions spun through her mind, but there were no answers.
She knew she couldn’t wait much longer. If Sophie was truly missing, every moment counted. But where should she start? Call the police? Ask Sophie’s friends?
She went to her Facebook again and thought she should check the messages from others. They all seemed to be sending her to a link. She clicked, and then suddenly her computer screen filled with a picture of a naked woman, bearing her anus and vagina to the screen and smiling.
“What the…” Teresa panicked and couldn’t get rid of it. This drew the attention of other men in the internet cafe as well as the owner. “No pornography in this store!” shouted the owner at her. He was correct, this must be a prostitute using his cafe to advertise her business. “Why are you opening pornography here?”
“But.. but…” Teresa was flustered, she was still thinking of Sophie and could not square that with the incongruous picture of a naked porn star on her screen. “I can’t get rid of it, it just popped up!”
“Of course it did. Please, leave me store!” The man motioned for her to get up and leave.
“No, you don’t understand, I need to find someone, my phone is broken.”
“Your client or your pimp? Go on, get out!”
Teresa stormed out. She hated men so much. She wondered what to do, and where to go. The police? She tried to think of Sophie’s friends and Dilan’s party. She went through her contacts looking for one of the parents she knew.
Dilan Barzini’s parents were doctors and they lived in a large house a mile away from Sophie’s tower block. Dilan’s father, Hamid, watched from an upper room down at the young teenagers happily chatting in his back garden. He could not help but perv over the girls. The hot weather really brought out the flesh.
His daughter, Dilan was in a tight sequined mini-dress in electric blue, its hemline barely brushing the tops of her thighs. Beside her, a brunette with a high ponytail donned a fitted black crop top, cut low to reveal a touch of midriff, and a pink mini-skirt, giggled at a phone screen. Two other girls joined in, one in a halter top with white denim shorts, and the other in a body-hugging slip dress in emerald green, were joining in the laughter.
Hamid had forbidden alcohol at the party, but was also weary of being able to control himself if any of these young girls started to tempt him with their bare flesh. Even his beautiful daughter, he smiled to himself.
The party appeared to be in full swing, though one topic dominated. Throughout the day, more photos had been passed around of Sophie, who was not at the party.
Dilan felt sorry for the poor girl, she had also invited Anna Gao who had also declined to attend. This revenge porn really ruins lives, she thought, and she felt bad listening to the girls laughing at the pictures and gossiping about a fellow girl.
Next to them, another group of three girls were chatting. Emma was in a white halter top and jeans. Priya was in a white tube top and a mini skirt with a slit up one side, and Taila was in a floral crop top with spaghetti straps and a short denim skirt.
“Did you see those new pictures Sophie posted?” Priya asked, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “I can’t believe she’s done that after what happened to that Gao girl.”
“Obviously she didn’t post them, she’s a nerd” said Thaila “She has some internet boyfriend that has gone and leaked them.”
“I feel sorry for her,” said Emma, who was having a marvelous time. “I don’t think it’s right to share them around, I just deleted them.”
“Me too yeah” said Priya, “I mean what the fuck do I want with them, I don’t want to look at her fucking asshole”
The trio collapsed into fits of giggles. “God I tried to watch that dancing video, you know even squirts when she comes!” Thaila whispered, between giggles.
“Oh my fucking God” said Emma “I’ve just eaten for fucks sake!”
Inwardly all the girls wondered, if they were exposed like Sophie, would their friends laugh at them like this? Many of them had sent nudes and were secretly terrified of sharing the same fate. It added an element of danger which added an edge to their laughter.
“Oh fuck!” said Emma. “That’s Sophie’s mum!”
A hush came over the party as Teresa Yildiz entered the party. She was looking for an adult, and not finding one, she came up to Dilan and her friends and asked them “Is Sophie here?”
There was an awkward silence. One girl, who had not known at the time Sophie had been off school the day before. told her Mrs Yildiz, Sophie didn’t come. We invited her, but she’s not here.”
“Has anyone heard from her, I haven’t heard from her all day and I’m worried.”
No one knew what to say to Teresa. Someone would have to break the news to her. “Mrs Yildiz, I think maybe Sophie needs some time to herself right now” said one girl.
“What the hell does that mean? What’s wrong?”
Emma, who had a little vodka and was feeling wicked and brave, pushed herself towards Teresa. “Mrs Yildiz, your daughter has been sending pictures of herself where she is… well… doing sexual things.”
“WHAT??? What the hell do you mean?”
“No, Mrs Yildiz” Dilan interjected, “She has not been sending them. Some… well.. some horrible person has been sharing pictures of Sophie online. I think she must be upset about it and felt too embarrassed to come to the party. Please though, when you see her, tell her she shouldn’t be ashamed it’s not her fault!”
“I don’t understand, what pictures, my Sophie would never do anything like that.”
“Maybe” Emma said slyly “you should take a look yourself” and handed Tereas her own phone, open at the offending pictures.
If Sophie had been there it would be difficult to imagine something more humiliating for her. A gange of all her female schoolfriends, who had all seen her in her most private moments doing unspeakable things, were not watching her own mother being shown videos and photographs of her naked and playing with herself.
Teresa was aghast at the flesh on display and the gynacological closeups. Why on earth had her daughter done this? Masturbate on video for someone? Finally, she saw the same picture that had got her kicked out of the internet cafe, the ass to the camera, thighs splayed, and this time she looked past the asshole and pussy to the face, and recognised her own daughter.
“Oh my God!” Teresa gasped and backed away from the girls and out of the house party.
She ran home and groaned in despair when she saw Sophie was still not there. She wished she had a clear head. She should have interrogated the girls more but had felt such secondhand humiliation for her own daughter that she had fled.
She quickly changed into more conservative attire and left a note on the table, telling Sophie, if she came home, to call her or stay home. And then, she went down to the police station in person.
“So your daughter has been missing since when?” The officer’s voice was gruff, his gaze unyielding.
Teresa wrung her hands, her knuckles white. “Well… her phone is off. I haven’t had a text from her since yesterday.”
The officer raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you live with her?”
“Yes,” Teresa stammered, “but last night, I went out and… stayed with someone.”
The officer leaned back in his chair. “And you didn’t call your daughter last night?”
“I texted her to let her know I would be staying out,” she replied, “but she didn’t respond, I din’t think anything of it then though.”
“Did you normally leave your fourteen-year-old at home all night like this?”
Teresa’s eyes welled up. “Yeah, it’s not a crime, is it? She’s a good girl, though. She wouldn’t go out by herself.”
“Like you did?” The officer’s tone was accusatory.
“Look,” Teresa’s voice cracked, “I got home, and she wasn’t there. Her phone is switched off. So where is she?”
“We can put out a missing alert for her,” the officer said, his patience waning. “Was she at school yesterday?”
“Yes, yes,” Teresa nodded frantically.
“Did you see her after school?”
“No,” she admitted, “I left before she got home.”
The officer sighed a hint of exasperation in his eyes. “Right.”
Teresa took a deep breath. “Here’s the thing. Today, I found out that there have been… pictures of her shared around with friends. Embarrassing pictures. All her friends have seen them. I’m just worried she’s done something to herself. She must be so upset, poor girl.”
The officer’s expression hardened. It sounded like a very loose woman raising a very loose daughter who had been missing at most for 24 hours—a teenager seeking some alone time, perhaps, like her mother did.
“Has she done this before?” he asked, his voice colder now.
“No, never. She’s a good girl. Shy. This is totally out of character for her. And… well, it’s also out of character for her to be in those photos. Oh, I wish I could talk to her. She must be so embarrassed. I hope she hasn’t done anything stupid.”
The officer leaned forward, studying Teresa Yildiz. “We’ll do our best to find her. But you need to understand, ma’am, that we’ve seen all sorts of cases. Sometimes, kids just need space.”
“Please,” Teresa whispered, “find my daughter. Before it’s too late.”
The desperate mother’s plea hung heavy, the officer promised to look into it, and an alert was sent out.
“We will do everything we can, we have her photos now, so the whole force will be on the lookout for her. Try not to worry though, it sounds like she is feeling bad, the vast majority of girls come home very soon.”
“So what do I do now?”
“The best thing is for you to go home and wait for your daughter. If she is not home by tomorrow morning, come down here again and we will take another statement and have an officer visit your place.”
Teresa walked home in a daze. What more could she do? Where could she go to look for her? She went home, and sat in the living room, hoping against hope that Sophie would come in through the door again.
Edward Pembroke has passed off the hottest part of the day tending to his garden while his mother sat in her wheelchair taking the sun. The sun’s rays gave him a good excuse to put on sun cream which covered up all traces of the scratches as he bought some essentials from the corner store and waved hello to the locals.
After a hearty dinner he watched Sophie on his monitor. She was playing with her hair, sitting on the ground, still in her red pants and vest. Pembroke had been reading on psychological torture techniques and was interested in the effects of solitary confinement. Other than quite traumatic interludes, Sophie had spent well over a day by herself in a tiny cell with nothing to do. He tried to look at her eyes to see how she looked, he was wondering how vacant she must look. He thought of his own mother and pondered if Sophie could be brought prematurely to the same condition with a mixture of extreme boredom punctuated with traumatic experiences.
He made some dinner for Sophie, and changed into his underwear and gown. If Sophie had to wear sexual outfits, then so should I, he thought. This dungeon was designed for sex above all else.
Sophie did not jump this time, she just looked up at him. Her nearest eye was now nearly closed so she could barely see out of it
“I am so sorry about your eye Sophie. I do hope that we can cooperate more and that violence will not occur as much. Here, I have some dinner”
He opened the hatch and put the dinner through. She did not acknowledge it and just went back to playing with her hair.
“Now Sophie I am going back upstairs. When I return, I expect to see that dinner has been eaten at least in part. If it isn’t, well that means that you are disobeying me again. Your disobedience is not good for you, it’s a nasty habit that will be beaten out of you if need be. There has been enough unpleasantness for one day, so I hope I come downstairs in twenty minutes and see that my you have followed my wishes.”
Pembroke went back upstairs. He looked at the monitor, Sophie was ignoring the food.
More violence, he thought. He did not like doing it, but what option did he have? What could he do this time? He had thought of lowering the temperature but not in this summer weather it would not work. He really must get that shock collar sorted, he thought. Yes, that would be most convenient, why he could punish her from upstairs while sitting with his mother.
Now, though, it called for Pembroke to ‘be a man.’ He thought of her confessions of claustrophobia to Luke and thought of an idea.
A while later, Pembroke came down the stairs. “Good evening.”
“Oh…” said Pembroke, looking at the uneaten food. “So you have chosen to disobey me?”
Sophie looked at him finally through her one non-black eye. “I don’t have to do what you want. You can do what you want to me, but I am not going to eat. I don’t care if I starve.”
“Yes, but I care, and that’s all that matters,” replied Pembroke. “Sophie, this is going to take a little getting used to on your part. Being my slave is not just being my prisoner. It’s learning to do what you don’t want to do to make me happy. Now, that sounds unfair, and it is unfair. But it’s where we are. In the outside world, there would be a referee, a police force, but down here…”
Pembroke shrugged. “Down here, this is my lair. I built it. I’m bigger, smarter, and more ruthless than you, and I have home advantage. You’re pretty—that’s about it, and it’s not really an advantage for you down here anymore. It’s mine.”
Sophie huffed. “Fuck. You.”
Pembroke walked over to the curtains. He emerged with two sleeping bags. “I promised I would do my best not to touch you this evening, to let you get gradually used to this life. But you leave me no choice. This lesson is mandatory, I have to do it Sophie, this is all you.”
Sophie grew uneasy, her earlier courage was starting to leave her. The uncertain passage of time was starting to blue her reality.
“Now, I am going into your cell. I am going to put you into these bags and zip you up in them. You are going to find it very hard to breathe, not impossible, but very difficult. It is going to be very unpleasant. Much more unpleasant than a slap to the face.”
Sophie swallowed. Should she apologise and eat the food?
Pembroke did not want an apology now, he wanted to go straight to the lesson. “Let’s get this over with, please don’t struggle too much Sophie, I want to keep the rough stuff to a minimum.”
Sophie started to plead “No… no.. please leave me alone, please, look I’ll do it, I’ll eat the…”
“SHUT UP!”Pembroke grabbed her by the hair and with one hand grabbed both wrists and marched her out the door. “No talking!”
Sophie sobbed and cried. “No… please … mummy….”
Pembroke sighed again, as he pulled out zip ties and cuffed her wrists behind her back and then her ankles.
“Please, sir stop! I will eat the food! I will eat the food!”
“This is for your own good Sophie, you must taste this instead.”
Pembroke forced her into the first sack and zipped it tight. Her one exposed blue eye darted around in panic as the closure sealed over her face. But he wasn’t done—he added a second sack, completely enveloping her.
A hiss filled the air as Pembroke activated the valve on the side, creating a vacuum effect that drew out all the loose air. The sleeping sack contracted, pressing into Sophie’s body. Bound with her arms behind her back, she felt the constricting fabric tighten like a vice, squeezing her torso and making it increasingly difficult to breathe. It was as if the walls were closing in on her, inch by inch, crushing her.
Sophie’s heart raced as she tried to scream, but the contracting sack pressed against her mouth, muffling her cries. The pressure on her chest and abdomen made it impossible to take a deep breath, each inhale weaker than the last. The fabric was relentless, sucking inward, as if determined to silence her completely. Her limbs grew numb as the lack of oxygen started to take its toll, her thoughts becoming fragmented and hazy. Was the sack getting tighter, or was her oxygen-deprived mind playing tricks on her?
She heard the heavy footsteps of Pembroke retreating, the sound echoing in the dark basement. Then, the lights went out, plunging her into complete darkness. All that remained was the suffocating sound of her own shallow breathing, she thought each gasp might be her last. Panic overwhelmed her as she tried to push back against the encroaching darkness, but the relentless pressure left her helpless. If she were to die, she could only hope it was soon…
Pembroke did not enjoy this. He would much rather have hit her again but would not have enjoyed that either. But this would be hellish for her and hopefully teach her a lesson. It was like disciplining a dog, it would have its rewards and hopefully, the bitch would be happy. He did not take his eyes off the monitor, in the infra red cameras he could detect movement, though only slightly. He went to make a cup of tea. He had obviously never done this before and did not want a death by misadventure so early into her captivity before he had even touched her properly.
Maybe she might suffocate or be brain damaged? Pembroke started to sweat. “Come on Sophie” and was rewarded with another visible twith of the sack. “Still some life to her.” The longer she was in, the more the psychological damage, and the greater the fear of him.
Finally, he could take it no more, he took a final swig of his tea and charged downstairs. He turned on the lights and opened the doors. He tore the sack open and was confronted with a corpse like expression from Sophie. Her one good eye was wide open and her mouth distended open as she rasped. Pembroke had thought she was dead, but her shallow breaths reassured him, although her lack of eye movement did not. He turned her over and took off her zip ties.
“Sophie, Sophie?”
Sophie tried to get up, but collapsed. She went into the foetal position, and instead of crying, just stayed still and quiet. Pembroke smelled the sack and saw that she had pissed herself. Her red pants were soaked.
“Now Sophie, you are physically OK. Let me help you up.”
He got her up and she stumbled back into the cell.
“Now Sophie, don’t sit on the bench. You have had an accident. Take your clothes off, I will get you new ones. Shower yourself.”
Sophie just stared at the ground.
“SOPHIE!”
She quickly flinched and quietly sobbed out “I’m sorry sir. Please, don’t hurt me, please don’t do that to me again. I will do what you want I promise.”
Pembroke smiled. “Good girl, That was unpleasant. Now go on take your clothes off and pass me those dirty ones. Yes, that’s it. Now, this will be one of many lessons. Always remember. Obey me, do what I say, quickly, and don’t answer back, OK?” He was smiling as he said this, like a kindly uncle.
Sophie felt like she no longer knew where she was. She just knew she did not want to go back into that sack. Was it really just two days ago that she was safe and sound in her flat with her mother?
She showered while Pembroke watched, impassively. He then handed her a towel, and pair of yellow floral panties with frilly trim, which adequately covered her butt cheeks, and a yellow vest top. “Nice, you look pretty in everything Sophie. Oh, don’t worry about these” he sniffed her red pants, the stench of urine overpowering. “One thing I am not short of, is girl’s knickers.”
“Now.. said Pembroke. “Your dinner is cold, but you are still going to eat it. Once you eat it, we can treat this as a lesson, and I can wash these sacks. I won’t wash them just yet, be a shame to dirty them again if we need to … us them again, eh?”
Sophie said. “Don’t worry… sir. I will eat the dinner.”
Pembroke nodded and smiled. “Good girl.”
