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By Edward Pembroke

Kate McAllister and her beautiful teenage daughter Maddie fall into the clutches of evil Edward Pembroke

The following morning, Pembroke was buzzing with adrenaline. He had barely slept, his mind too consumed with excitement for what lay ahead. By midday, he was set to meet the German family at the harbor, where they would take their boats together.
He had been doubly delighted by the morning’s deliveries. While some items were too bulky and conspicuous to bring along, the essentials had arrived: bondage restraints, hooks, gags, blindfolds, ropes, chains, padlocks, and carabiners. All neatly packed into his supplies, along with food provisions, including copious tins of spaghetti. One item brought him particular amusement—a cat food bowl adorned with little foxes. Pembroke had grinned when he bought it, already picturing Rita on all fours, eating her favourite spaghetti from it like the obedient creature she would soon become.
His plan was clear. Everything was falling into place.
The Germans arrived at the harbor, their cheerful voices cutting through the quiet, empty expanse. Pembroke smiled. The lack of witnesses was exactly what he had hoped for.
Pembroke’s eyes were drawn to Rita as she approached. She was dressed in tight tracksuit bottoms that clung to her small frame, revealing a bare midriff between the waistband and her tight T-shirt. Her tracksuit top hung open at the zip, and her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, exposing more of her cute face behind the glasses.
“Hello, Edward,” she greeted him with a shy smile, though her voice betrayed a flicker of unease.
The little girl’s instincts had screamed at her to stay away from this scarred, hulking man. He was huge, fat, and ugly, and something about his presence filled her with dread. She had argued with her parents not to travel with them, insisting he scared her, but they had waved off her concerns. “As Christians, we shouldn’t judge others,” they had said. “It’s our duty to invite him into the community.”
Now, standing before him, Rita couldn’t shake the feeling that her parents had made a terrible mistake.
“Edward, maybe I join your boat, and Jan and Rita can go in ours,” suggested Heidi cheerfully, her tone light and practical.
“Good idea, Heidi,” Pembroke replied with a smile. Jan, ever the optimist, grinned as he began loading their belongings onto their boat, oblivious to the silent calculations Pembroke was making.
As Rita bent over to lift a bag, Pembroke’s gaze lingered. He raised an eyebrow as he caught a glimpse of a thong strap peeking above her waistband. “The things young girls are wearing these days,” he muttered under his breath, smirking to himself. He could already imagine treasuring that thong when the time came to take it off her.
With everything loaded, the boats pushed off, gliding side by side into the open water. He smiled at Heidi, seated beside him, exchanging polite pleasantries, while his gaze occasionally drifted to Jan, cheerfully piloting his own boat alongside them.
A few miles out into the open water, the rhythmic hum of Pembroke’s boat engine suddenly faltered, replaced by a sputtering sound. Heidi glanced at him, her expression puzzled as the engine coughed again before falling silent altogether.
“Oh no,” Pembroke muttered, feigning frustration as he leaned over the controls. He tapped at the dashboard, twisted the key in the ignition, and gave a low sigh. “It seems we’ve got a problem,” he said, shaking his head as if genuinely perplexed.
Jan, noticing the issue from his boat, slowed to match their pace. “Everything alright, Edward?” he called out, his voice carrying over the gentle waves.
“Engine trouble,” Pembroke replied with a shrug, masking the flicker of satisfaction behind his calm demeanor. “It’s strange—it was working fine earlier.”
Jan quickly maneuvered his boat alongside Pembroke’s, cutting the engine. Before anyone could say a word, he leapt onto Pembroke’s boat with surprising agility, landing lightly like a cat.
“Let me take a look,” Jan said confidently, crouching by the engine without waiting for an invitation. His cheerful demeanor was undeterred, his hands already inspecting the controls as if solving Pembroke’s problem were just another part of their adventure.
“Shit,” Pembroke thought, watching Jan expertly inspect the engine. “He knows his stuff—he might even realize I sabotaged it myself.”
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The plan had been simple: lure Jan onto the boat, knock him out, and dispose of him. Heidi would follow quickly, a punch to the stomach rendering her defenseless before he removed their life belts and threw them overboard. Rita, even if she panicked and jumped into the water, would be easy to retrieve with her life belt keeping her afloat.
Once they were dealt with, Pembroke would remove the hidden screw he’d planted to sabotage the engine, restart the boat, and head back to his island with Rita. The Germans’ boat, left adrift with their bodies nearby, would tell the story of a tragic accident.
But Jan’s competence—and the possibility he might discover the deliberate tampering—meant Pembroke had to act fast. Heidi, standing nearby, was partially obscuring his path, but he wasn’t deterred. Picking up a hammer, he crept along the edge of the boat, balancing carefully to get around Heidi and position himself behind Jan. He raised the hammer, ready to strike the back of Jan’s head.
As he prepared to swing, his eyes flicked to Rita. She was watching her father intently, oblivious to Pembroke’s movements. The spray from the water had soaked her tracksuit bottoms, gluing the fabric to her skin. The outline of her thong was now clearly visible, and Pembroke momentarily hesitated, his lust distracting him.
He turned back to Jan, tightening his grip on the hammer. But just as he stepped forward, his foot slipped on the slick edge of the boat. His balance gave way, and he was suddenly airborne, the hammer flying from his grasp. It spun upward before crashing back down, striking him square in the face.
Everything went black as Pembroke toppled backward, his body splashing into the cold water below.
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Pembroke came around a few minutes later, his head pounding. The cold water lapped around him, seeping into his clothes and chilling him to the bone. He blinked rapidly, trying to piece together what had happened. The taste of salt and the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth.
Disoriented, he realized he was still in the water, clinging weakly to the side of his boat. His face throbbed where the hammer had struck, and his hands slipped on the slick surface as he tried to pull himself up.
“Help! Help me!” Pembroke wailed, his voice breaking into a strangled cry as he flailed weakly in the water.
“Edward! Don’t panic!” Jan shouted, his voice steady with reassurance. Without hesitation, he grabbed a life ring and jumped into the water.
The cold hit Jan immediately, but he pushed through, swimming toward Pembroke. Reaching him, he wrapped an arm around the dazed man, keeping him afloat while the life ring bobbed between them. “You’re alright, I’ve got you!” Jan said, his calm presence a stark contrast to Pembroke’s chaotic flailing.
Heidi stood on the edge of the boat, clutching the railing tightly. “Bring him closer! That’s it!” she called.
Jan grunted with effort as he maneuvered Pembroke toward the side of the boat, the life ring supporting the bulk of the man’s weight. Together, Jan and Heidi worked to push and pull him upward, the boat rocking under the strain.
“Mummy be careful” Rita called from the other boat.
With a final heave, Pembroke landed in the boat with a loud, jarring thud, water pooling around him as he sprawled on the inside deck, coughing and gasping for air. Heidi knelt beside him. “Are you alright? What happened?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Pembroke groaned, pushing himself up unsteadily. As he leaned over the side of the boat, a violent heave wracked his body, and he vomited up seawater. His whole frame was numb from the cold, his soaked clothes clinging to him like ice. He rubbed his hands together, struggling to feel them.
“I slipped,” he croaked, his voice weak and hoarse. He forced himself to meet their concerned gazes. There was no way he could admit he’d been distracted by the thought of raping their daughter, while in the process of trying to murder them both.
“We better get you back to the mainland, Edward,” Jan said, his tone firm but kind as he patted Pembroke’s shoulder. Pembroke gave a feeble nod, feeling the growing bump on his head.
“Yeah,” Pembroke mumbled, wrapping his arms around his body to stay warm. “I think that’s best.”
“I’ll tow us back to land,” Jan said cheerfully, already moving to secure the boats together. “I can’t figure out what happened to this engine anyway!”
Pembroke sat in silence, inwardly fuming, for the rest of the journey. Every so often, his eyes strayed ahead to the boat in front toward Rita. The soaking wet material of her tracksuit clung to her legs and buttocks, outlining her sexy little body in a way that just enraged him further. She and her parents were not singing cheerful Christian hymns, in gratitude as they gave thanks for the saving of Pembroke’s life.
Pembroke wondered if this was a sign from God, to stop this. Or maybe it was just that Rita was not the right target. It was a pity, she was so gorgeous and this had been a great opportunity.
But by the time they reached the shore, Pembroke’s resolve had hardened. He wanted a girl on the island. If it wasn’t Rita, then it would be someone else. He would prepare meticulously, ensuring everything was in place, and when luck met opportunity, he would succeed.
He’d had bad luck on the boat, yes—but luck was fickle. Next time, he told himself, fortune would swing in his favor to balance the scales. And when it did, some sexy little thing would find herself in rather different circumstances.
Pembroke warmed himself with a steaming cup of coffee in the local pub after changing into dry clothes in the cramped toilet. Pulling out his phone, he exhaled in relief to find it miraculously still working despite the earlier chaos. With a swipe, he opened the tracker app. He was relieved as he watched the McAllisters’ blip move further away from Ben Nevis. A kidnap-and-murder attempt on a mountain, he admitted to himself, would have been just as likely to end disastrously as his failed effort on the sea.
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Kate and Gerry McAllister were entwined in their tent, their hushed giggles transforming into breathless gasps as they started another passionate round of lovemaking.
For Kate, the physical exertion and fresh mountain air had provided a much-needed escape from the pressures of daily life and the tumultuous accusations that haunted her. Here, she felt liberated. Gerry matched her horniness, and they had spent most of their holiday, to Maddie’s chagrin, fucking in their tent, on the trails, or anywhere they thought they could.
Kate suddenly straddled Gerry, her body slick with sweat as she rode his rock hard cock with a steady rhythm. Gerry watched in awe as her blonde hair clung to her glistening breasts, her flushed face glowing in the warm light of the tent.
Gerry couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock throbbing inside her as she moved up and down like a gearstick finding its groove, the slick, wet sounds of skin gliding against skin filling the tent. She dug her fingernails into his chest and moaned, her lips almost bruised from biting them in pleasure. “Cum inside me, Gerry!” she screamed, lost in the blissful ecstasy of their shared release.
Gerry was close—so close—when suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the stillness of the night outside.
“Oh my God! It’s Maddie!” Kate gasped, her motherly instincts instantly overriding her desire to cum. In a frantic rush, Kate pulled herself off Gerry, the abrupt motion accompanied by a sloppy, wet sound. She fumbled with the zipper, throwing it open, and stepped out into the cool night air, completely naked. Her heart pounded as she made for Maddie’s tent, barely a step away from their own.
“Maddie!” Kate called, her voice thick with fear and urgency as she crouched by the entrance to the small tent, the scream still ringing in her ears. Behind her, Gerry scrambled to pull on his clothes, the earlier intimacy obliterated by the rising dread in his chest.
Kate unzipped the tent flap and peered inside, her heart pounding. There was Maddie, sitting upright in her sleeping bag, her face pale and tear-streaked, trembling as she clutched her knees.
“It’s okay, Maddie. I’m here,” Kate soothed, crawling inside and wrapping her arms around her daughter. “What happened?”
“Sorry … it was just a dream” Maddie sobbed. She hugged her mother, suddenly aware she was naked, her heavy breasts covered in sweat as they rubbed against her chin.
“Again?” Kate asked, her arms tightening protectively around Maddie. “Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’ve never had nightmares before. I hope it’s just the mountains unsettling you, but don’t worry—we won’t let anything hurt you.”
Maddie shook her head, her curls brushing against Kate’s nipples as she buried her face deeper in her bare cleavage. She suddenly didn’t mind that her mother was naked, she was so scared.
“I don’t know,” Maddie mumbled, her voice muffled and shaky. “It just … feels weird here. I can’t explain it.”
“What was the nightmare about, sweetie?” Gerry asked gently, kneeling by the tent’s entrance.
Maddie hesitated, her eyes darting between her parents. “I can’t remember,” she said after a moment. “It was a monster of some kind.”
But she could remember—vividly. The face of the monster was burned into her mind, grotesque and terrifying. It was the huge, ugly man with the face bandages, the same man who had sexually assaulted her.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay quiet. They wouldn’t understand, not completely, and she didn’t want to relive it again by speaking it aloud. But every night, the same nightmares came. The monster who had taken her innocence haunted her sleep, refusing to leave her alone.
She was beginning to question if he was even real—maybe he was a supernatural being, some twisted figment of her mind. A huge, ugly hairy fat man with ridiculous facial bandages? The thought was so absurd that she almost laughed bitterly at the idea of describing him to her parents. He would surely dismiss it, chalking it up to an overactive imagination or the lingering effects of trauma. But to Maddie, the memory of his face was as vivid as the pain he had caused. And whether he was real or not, he was still there, lurking in the shadows of her mind, waiting to strike again.
“Don’t worry, Maddie,” Gerry reassured her with a warm smile. “The monster isn’t real, and you’ll be safe with us. Do you want to sleep in our tent tonight?”
Maddie hesitated for a moment, then nodded, sucking her thumb embarrassedly. “Yes, please,” she mumbled softly.
Kate chuckled and reached out to stroke her daughter’s hair, her touch gentle and comforting. “Don’t be embarrassed, Maddie. You’re never too old for your parents to protect you from monsters,” she said with a reassuring smile.
Maddie gave a small smile in return, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she let herself believe, just for a moment, that her parents could keep her safe from anything.
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Meanwhile, a group of campers nearby, already annoyed and disgusted by the unmistakable sounds of passionate sex they had overheard earlier, were startled by Maddie’s scream and had hurried over to investigate.
When they arrived, they were greeted by a peculiar scene: a man in just a pair of shorts and a naked woman, disheveled and flustered, leading a pale, uneasy-looking young girl dressed only in her underwear from her tone, into their own.
The campers exchanged wary glances but chose to remain silent, lingering just long enough to take in the scene and commit it to memory. It just seemed very, very wrong.
The next day, their curiosity got the better of them, and they discreetly inquired about the family. They were shocked to discover that the couple were both doctors. Still, the y spent the rest of their own hiking holiday debating whether or not they should report what they had seen.
After the disaster with Rita, Pembroke made several more boat trips back and forth to the island, bringing over additional supplies. The house was now a little more livable, though ‘livable’ was a loose term, considering it was filled with bondage restraints, girl’s underwear, cages, and just bare food and utilities. It actually now resembled a prison—one small room dedicated to a degenerate prison warden, stocked with booze and adult material.
Pembroke made a note to order some more tasteful items, including IKEA furniture, such as bookshelves, and he also ordered 100 cheap books to fill them. ‘Edward Pembroke, retiring at the end of his distinguished life, imagined spending his remaining days reading the classics he had always dreamed of,’ he mused to himself, then guffawed at the thought.
A quick glance at a few young schoolgirls on their way to sports practice, wearing high-rising hockey skirts that showcased their toned legs, as they giggled and laughed, soon brought him back to his primary purpose.
He took another rental vehicle and drove into the dodgier parts of Glasgow, where he instinctively knew where to find what he needed on the street—drugs, and a special kind. As he drove on, he kept a close eye on the app, which showed him exactly where the McAllisters were.
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Maddie longed for the comfort of her bedroom. Days of hiking, outdoor toilets, overhearing her parents having sex, and sleeping in a cramped tent had stretched her patience thin. She was exhausted from the long days but still struggled to sleep at night because of the monster.
Her mother had grown tired of Maddie sneaking into their tent for comfort and had firmly told her she needed to face her fears. “You’ll have to ride it out and get over these night terrors,” Kate had said. “You’re sleeping in your own tent from now on.”
“What the fuck is wrong with her?” Gerry muttered under his breath later that evening.
“I don’t know,” Kate replied with a sigh. “Maybe she needs a psychiatrist when we get back. But it’s probably just teenage hormones.”
Another thing Maddie missed was modern plumbing. She was fed up with peeing in the bushes, a daily inconvenience that not only ticked her off, but made her fearful of men spying on her, or even that man, the monster, coming across her. One morning, desperate for privacy, she ventured far from her parents into the woods.
Dressed in just a t-shirt and panties, Maddie crept quietly through the ferns and grass, searching for a secluded spot. When she found one, she glanced around to ensure she was alone. She slid her panties down to her knees, crouched low, and let herself relax, enjoying the flow of piss as it hit the ground below, splashing up against her ankles.
Suddenly, Maddie heard a sharp “click” — so unlike any sound in nature she had over the last week – it was the sound of a mobile phone camera. Her heart skipped a beat.
Before she could react, another sound followed: the rustle of movement, snapping branches or grass. Panic surged through her as she stood up abruptly, yanking her panties up mid-stream.
She stepped cautiously toward the source of the noise. Her pulse pounded in her ears. A few steps in, she stopped. She strained to listen. Silence.
“Maybe it was just a squirrel,” she muttered to herself, trying to shake her unease. But deep down she knew she recognised that sound the second she heard it. That “click”—it sounded exactly like the sound when the monster had photographed her.
She turned and sprinted back to her parents’ campervan, not caring show saw her in her underwear. Was she starting to go mad?
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“Hi Maddie, seen any monsters around here lately?” her mother teased with a playful giggle.
“Mummy, stop making fun of me,” Maddie snapped, crossing her arms. “Anyway, when can we go home?”
Kate sighed, shaking her head as she finished washing up after the breakfast. “Maddie, you need to learn to love the outdoors you can’t just yearn for your bedroom all the time,” she said firmly.
Maddie muttered something under her breath.
“Anyway, young lady,” Kate said with a sudden burst of enthusiasm, “why don’t we go swimming?”
Maddie was relieved she had a get out of jail card for this. “I can’t—my swimsuit’s still being washed.”
Kate frowned for a moment, then her face lit up again. “Well, why don’t we go skinny-dipping?”
Maddie’s eyes widened. “What … naked?” she asked, her cheeks flushing bright red.
“Yeah!” Kate laughed. “We used to do it all the time when I was your age. It’s early, everyone’s still asleep. Come on, it’ll be fun—it’s natural, and it’s good for the body!”
“No, mummy, no!” Maddie whispered, stepping back. “Not naked! I’m too embarrassed!”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, honey,” Kate said gently. “Come on, you’ll thank me later.”
Before Maddie could protest further, Kate took her hand and started leading her through the bushes toward the lake.
Maddie hesitated as they reached the water’s edge, but Kate seemed completely at ease. Without a second thought, Kate peeled off her t-shirt, then slipped out of her shorts and thong, standing bare under the soft morning light.
“I can’t do this…” Maddie whimpered, as she tried to keep her eyes from wandering to her mother’s ample curves.
“Oh, come on, Maddie, don’t be such a stick in the mud!” Kate teased with a mischievous grin. Before Maddie could react, Kate grabbed her arms, nudging them aside as she swiftly pulled the t-shirt over her daughter’s head.
“Wait—stop!” Maddie stammered, but Kate was relentless. In one smooth motion, she crouched down and pulled Maddie’s full-cut panties down to her knees. Maddie instinctively reached to cover her crotch, but Kate was already lifting her feet one by one, then she whipped them off and threw her daughter’s knickers onto a bush.
“Ha, nothing to be ashamed of, Maddie. You’re growing into a woman,” Kate purred softly, as she gently pulled her daughter’s hands away from her chest and from between her legs.
“Mummy people can see us!” Maddie was aware that anyone from the length of the shore would see them if they waded into the water.
“Who cares!” laughed Kate as she grabbed Maddie by the hand and led her into the water.
Maddie glanced nervously to her left and right. The water was freezing, but she pushed through the discomfort, eager to get in as quickly as possible to cover herself. Once they reached a certain depth, she joined her mother in diving under, the cold water attacking her skin like a thousand needles.
Several tourists caught sight of the two women in the water. A few couldn’t help but notice they were topless, the slim, young brunette and the more curvaceous blonde swimming along gracefully, drawing lingering glances with some having more perverted interest than others.
As they eventually emerged from the water, droplets streamed off their smooth skin, the sunlight catching the wet breasts of Kate jiggling as she ran to her clothes.
“Mummy, I can’t find my knickers. Where did you throw them?” Maddie asked, glancing around in frustration.
“I threw them over there, by those bushes,” Kate replied, shivering slightly. “Come on, Maddie, I’m freezing!” Kate had already slipped on her thong, yanking it snugly into her cleft, and was now pulling on her shorts with brisk movements to ward off the chill.
“I can’t find them anywhere” Maddie pulled on her oversize T shirt, aware of how the wetness made her nipples show right through the material, something that showed itself on her mother’s chest even more, except she didn’t seem to care.
“They must be over there, Maddie!” Kate said, laughing as her daughter searched the bushes in desperation.
Her laughter softened, and a slight blush crept onto her cheeks as Maddie bent over among the bushes, displaying her bare ass, and a flash of her smooth pussy and asshole between her slim cheeks, both still glistening wet. Kate quickly averted her gaze, trying to stamp out any thoughts she did not want to entertain.
“I can’t find them anywhere! Mummy, come on, help me!” Maddie wailed, her voice rising in frustration. “You must remember where you threw them!”
Kate sighed and joined her daughter among the bushes but could not find the blue knickers anywhere.
“Look, Maddie, I’m freezing. We’re going to catch a cold. Just pull that t-shirt down, and let’s get back to the tent,” Kate urged,
Maddie groaned, tugging the hem of her t-shirt down in the front and back to cover as much as she could. She pulled it low over the curve of her bottom and broke into a run, trying to get ahead of her mother.
“Anyway, don’t worry,” Kate called out with a giggle as she jogged after her. “Those knickers were boring anyway! We need to get you into thongs or cuter panties in the future.”
Before Maddie could respond, Kate caught up, playfully lifted the back of her t-shirt, and gave her a light slap on her bare bottom.
“Ah!” Maddie squeaked, her face flushing with embarrassment as she yanked her t-shirt back down. Kate burst into laughter and ran ahead to the camper van, already thinking of stripping off for more fun with her husband.
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That night, Maddie lay in her tent, trying to block out the noises coming from her parents’ tent nearby. The sounds of their intimacy still made her cheeks burn, even after all these nights. She never got used to the squelching, the moaning, the grunting the clapping of skin on skin. She could not believe how much of her mother’s body she had seen over the past week.
She took out her torchlight and tried to focus on her Harry Potter book, desperate to push her thoughts elsewhere. She didn’t want to think about sex—not that it even interested her anymore. Since the encounter with the monster before the holiday, the trauma had left her feeling detached from any interest in romance or sex, as though something inside her had been stolen.
She wished, more than anything, that she could stay a young girl forever—free from the expectations of growing up, of becoming a woman, and of everything that came with it.
The world of Harry Potter, with its wizards, spells, and the clever brilliance of Hermione, felt like a safe haven. It offered Maddie a comforting simplicity, a childlike escape from the confusing and overwhelming realities pressing in around her.
To block out the muffled sounds of her parents from the next tent, Maddie pulled out her MP3 player and slipped in her earphones and listened to some Taylor Swift.
A few minutes later, Maddie absentmindedly shifted her torchlight to the side of her tent. At first, she barely noticed it, but then her eyes caught the faint outline of a shadow on the fabric wall.
The shape outside slowly came into view, growing more defined with every passing second. Her calm expression gave way to confusion, then terror, as the shadow transformed into something enormous. It had a massive head, broad shoulders, huge arms, and a wide, hulking body that loomed just beyond the thin barrier of her tent.
Maddie screamed, yanking out her headphones in panic. She scrambled into her sleeping bag, pulling it tightly around her trembling body as if it could somehow shield her from whatever was outside.
A few moments later, the sound of her tent zipper being pulled down filled the air. Maddie froze, before she let out another terrified scream.
“Maddie!” her mother’s voice cut through the panic as she leaned into the tent, holding a t-shirt against her bare breasts, giving Maddie an exasperated look. “It’s me.” She had missed out on another orgasm because of this.
“It was something, a shadow! A large man or … or something like that!” Maddie stammered through her tears, pointing at the tent wall where she had seen the shape.
Kate glanced at the Harry Potter book lying next to Maddie. “Maddie, maybe that book is feeding your imagination. There are no monsters, for fuck’s sake.”
Outside, Gerry’s voice called over. “I can’t see anything,” he said, shining his torch around the surrounding area.
“Maddie, don’t worry! We’re right next to you,” Kate said firmly. “There is no fucking monster coming to get you! You just saw some shape on your tent wall, that’s all.”
“Can I sleep in your tent?” Maddie asked quietly, her voice trembling.
“No, Maddie, you can’t. You’re fourteen,” Kate replied, her tone softening but still firm. “Just remember, we’re here, and there are tourists all around us, probably wondering what the hell is going on. It’s just your overactive imagination.”
“Okay … sorry,” Maddie muttered.
“Good night, Maddie. Tell you what, I’ll make you those pancakes you like for breakfast,” Kate added, attempting to comfort her daughter.
“Okay,” Maddie said quietly as Kate pulled the tent zipper closed and disappeared into the night.
Left alone, Maddie didn’t turn her music back on or pick up her book. Instead, she lay there in the darkness, straining to hear any sounds from outside.
She was sure it had been something—a vampire, a monster, something straight out of horror movie.
The next morning, Kate stood in line at the coffee stand, her thoughts drifting to Maddie. She couldn’t shake her worry—Maddie’s vivid imagination, her hormones, and the way she’d been so unsettled lately. Kate sighed, rubbing her temples as she absently moved forward in the line.
As she reached for her coffee, she brushed past a large man in sunglasses and a baseball cap. He was very overweight, wearing a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt that screamed “tourist.” Typical American, she thought, shuddering inwardly at how large they could let themselves get.
Kate barely gave him a second glance, her focus already elsewhere. With the sunglasses and hat, and in this unfamiliar setting, she didn’t recognize the man at all. Gone was the distinctive bandaging she might have remembered, and his face was caked in orange makeup to cover his facial scarring—so much so that he bore an uncanny resemblance to Donald Trump.
She didn’t realize it was Edward Pembroke.
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Maddie strolled along the path, her gaze drifting across the calm surface of the loch. She kicked at loose stones absentmindedly, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt as her thoughts wandered. The summer felt like a blur—hiking, camping, and trying to pretend everything was fine. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t.
It wasn’t just the changes in her body or the relentless pull of her hormones. It was that terrible thing. The assault—or had it been? So much time had passed, yet the memory still clung to her. It didn’t always feel real, like it had been some distorted nightmare. Yet she couldn’t shake it off, it invaded her thoughts at all times.
She thought of her mother, of the things she hadn’t said but needed to. Maybe it was time to open up, to tell her everything. It seemed almost ridiculous now—a huge, fat, ugly man with bandages over his face. If she said it aloud, her mother might dismiss it as another wild dream. But Maddie knew it wasn’t just in her head.
She had to share it, no matter how absurd it sounded. It was the only way to start the process of getting over it.
Suddenly, a strange sensation crept over her—an icy prickle on the back of her neck. She was being watched. Maddie stopped abruptly, and turned around.
Her eyes landed on a man standing a little way off. He was large, overweight, with sunglasses and a baseball cap. Dressed smartly in a polo shirt, he didn’t look threatening, but something about him tugged at her memory. He looked familiar, yet different.
No, she thought, shaking her head. This is silly. She had to stop imagining things, had to stop seeing the monster, her attacker, everywhere.
Maddie knew she couldn’t keep this bottled up much longer. The confusion, the fear—it was too much. She needed to talk to her mother, no matter how ridiculous or painful it might feel.
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Gerry, Kate, and Maddie were having their evening dinner at the restaurant just a short walk from their tents. Maddie smiled as she watched her parents interact, amused by how much they still loved each other after all these years. Despite hearing them fucking almost every night, she still hoped that one day, she might find someone to share a love like theirs.
“Your father has a great body, even if he eats like a horse,” Kate teased, patting Gerry’s stomach as he tucked into his meal.
“Not like some,” she added with a giggle, nodding toward the fat tourist from earlier.
Gerry turned around, curious, just as the man in the dark sunglasses and baseball cap sharply turned his face away. Gerry narrowed his eyes, a flicker of recognition passing through his mind, but the man quickly shuffled off, his body jiggling under his t-shirt.
“God, those Americans get so fat,” Gerry said with a laugh.
Kate burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Seriously, how do they let themselves get like that? It’s disgusting!” she added with mock disbelief.
“Careful, Mummy,” Maddie giggled. “I think he heard us.”
The three of them laughed together, watching the man slink away, his head down and shoulders hunched as though embarrassed.
A little while later, Gerry excused himself to use the restroom.
“Mummy, can I say something?” Maddie asked, her voice suddenly more serious.
“Of course, darling. Say anything,” Kate said, her earlier laughter softening into concern as she turned to her daughter.
“Can we go somewhere a bit quieter?” Maddie suggested, glancing around at the other diners.
Kate nodded, standing up and gesturing toward a quieter corner near the window. “Let’s step over there for a minute.”
The two McAllister women walked a few paces away, the chatter of the other diners fading into the background. Kate turned to Maddie, her face full of encouragement.
“It’s a long story,” Maddie began hesitantly. “I thought maybe we could have a proper chat … about all these nightmares, and things that happened.”
Kate smiled warmly. “I’d love to, darling. How about tomorrow morning? Let’s go for a long walk. I’ve had a bit too much wine tonight to really focus properly,” she said with a small laugh.
“Okay,” Maddie said softly.
The two of them hugged, holding each other tightly for a moment.
Neither of them noticed the fat tourist creeping back toward their table. While Maddie and Kate were distracted, he quickly slipped something into Maddie’s drink before vanishing once more, blending into the crowd without a trace.
As Gerry returned to the table moments later, the family was all smiles. They raised their glasses in a cheerful toast, celebrating the fun holiday they’d shared so far.
“To more adventures,” Gerry said with a grin.
“To more family time,” Kate added, clinking her glass with Maddie’s.
Maddie smiled warmly at her parents, lifting her drink and taking a sip, unaware of what was to come.
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Some time later, Gerry and Kate were still at the table, their glasses refilled and their laughter louder. Their hands wandered over each other, oblivious to the disapproving glances from other diners who tutted at the amorous couple.
Maddie had long since excused herself, claiming she was tired and heading back to bed. With their daughter gone, Gerry’s hand slid up Kate’s skirt, making her squeal with laughter.
“Gerry!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed, though she couldn’t stop giggling. “I think we’d better get to our tent before we cause a scene!”
But neither of them cared much about the glances or murmurs of annoyance around them. Gerry grinned, taking his wife’s hand and leading her out of the restaurant with a playful swagger, leaving behind their empty glasses and the disapproval of strangers.
“Let’s check on Maddie first,” Kate said as they approached her tent.
“Maddie?” she whispered softly, crouching by the zipper. There was no response.
Carefully, Kate pulled down the zipper and peered inside. She saw her daughter lying on her side, dressed in just her t-shirt and panties, her body still. For a moment, Kate felt a flicker of concern, but then noticed Maddie’s steady breathing.
“Poor girl. I think the wine got to her,” Kate murmured, reaching in to pull the sleeping bag up over her daughter. She smiled softly, glad Maddie seemed to be sleeping soundly for once.
Satisfied, she zipped the tent closed and turned back to Gerry. Soon they were in their tent, naked, their mouths all over each other’s bodies, the tent steaming up with their sweat and insatiable lust, and soon Kate was impaling herself on his cock, and the tent began to shake.
The air around the tents was filled with the animalistic grunts and moans of Gerry and Kate, masking the soft rustling of bushes nearby.
Neither of them noticed the large figure of Edward Pembroke stepping out from the shadows. Calm and deliberate, he moved with practised precision, his heavy frame silent as he approached Maddie’s tent.
He crouched low, carefully and quietly unzipping the entrance. Inside, Maddie lay still, unconscious, her soft breathing undisturbed.
With unsettling gentleness, Pembroke slid her limp body out from under the sleeping bag. He paused, re-zipping the tent as if nothing had happened, before hoisting her over his broad shoulder, pausing briefly to allow himself just a second of pleasure from having his hand on the soft young flesh of Maddie’s buttocks.
Reaching out, he grabbed her drying swimsuit from a nearby branch, tucking it inside his waistband. Without a sound, he disappeared back into the bushes, the entire act executed in less than thirty seconds.
The next morning, Gerry and Kate woke up tangled in the same sleeping bag, drenched in each other’s sweat and juices. Their heads pounded with the remnants of too much wine, sex and too little sleep.
“Ooooh,” groaned Kate, shielding her eyes from the morning light coming through the tent canvas. “So much wine.”
“Let’s just sleep a little longer,” mumbled Gerry, and Kate nodded in agreement, snuggling closer.
It was nearly nine by the time they finally stirred and began dressing sluggishly.
“Maddie,” Kate called out as she pulled on her sweater, glancing toward her daughter’s tent. The silence that followed made her pause.
Gerry frowned as he noticed Maddie’s swimsuit was missing from the branch where it had been drying. “Maybe she’s gone swimming already,” he said with a shrug.
“Oh well,” Kate replied, smiling at him. “Let’s go have breakfast. We had a busy night,” she added with a giggle, and Gerry chuckled in agreement as they made their way toward the restaurant.
Later, as they sipped coffee and nibbled on pastries, Kate glanced at her watch and frowned. Maddie still hadn’t shown up. She thought of the walk she’d planned with her daughter and wondered if Maddie was rethinking it.
When they returned to the campsite around eleven, Kate peeked into Maddie’s tent again. Her heart sank when she saw her daughter’s phone lying untouched on the sleeping bag.
“She wouldn’t leave without her phone,” Kate said, her voice laced with concern.
A few more hours passed with still no sign of Maddie. The unease that had been simmering in Kate began to boil over, her chest tightening with worry.
“Gerry, something isn’t right—she wouldn’t be gone for hours like this,” Kate said, her voice trembling. “And if she went swimming, then … Oh my God.”
Gerry’s face turned pale as the realization hit him too. “You’re right,” he said, standing abruptly. “Let’s just call the police.”
Kate bit into the sleeve of her sweater, her teeth pressing into the fabric as panic coursed through her. Her mind raced, unable to keep up with the calm tone of Gerry’s voice as he spoke to the police over the phone.
This isn’t real, she thought. This couldn’t be happening—not to her daughter. Not her Maddie.
———- Maddie was locked in a deep, dreamless sleep, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She didn’t stir—not while she lay encased in her tent, not as she was carried silently through the bushes up to the car park, nor as her limp body was folded into the boot of a car.
She remained completely unaware as the vehicle rumbled to a stop and she was transferred to a box, then loaded onto a moving engine boat cutting through the dark, choppy sea. The whistling wind and crashing waves didn’t rouse her as the boat docked at a desolate island.
Even as she was carried through the howling gale, toward a singular, ominous house perched like a sentinel on the small island, Maddie remained utterly unconscious.
———- When Maddie finally awoke, her eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar, stark white room. The walls were plain and featureless, with no windows, and a mirror stretched across one side. Her heart began to pound as she sat up, twisting her head back and forth.
It wasn’t her tent.
Something else felt off. Maddie looked down at herself and froze. She wasn’t wearing her t-shirt and panties anymore. Instead, she was dressed in a frilly Alice-in-Wonderland-style petticoat dress, its hem stopping halfway down her legs.
She touched the fabric incredulously, noting its unfamiliar softness. Beneath the dress, she found she had on white panties she didn’t recognize. Her feet were clad in frilly white ankle socks and shiny black shoes, which she was somehow still wearing in bed. Her hair had been styled into two neat ponytails on either side of her face, with a cute Alice band nestled perfectly in place atop her head.
Panic began to creep in as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Who had done this to her? How? Why?
Her breathing quickened as she swung her legs off the bed and stood. She scanned the room. In the corners near the ceiling, she spotted small video cameras fixed on her, their lenses cold and unblinking.
Across the room was a heavy metal door. Maddie hurried over to it, desperate for answers. The door was sealed with a large, round metal handle, one that looked like it needed to be twisted. She gripped it and strained, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stiff—too stiff for her to move on her own.
She stepped back, her chest rising and falling as she fought the panic threatening to overwhelm her. “Hello?” she called out, her voice trembling. “Is anyone there?”
No response. Just silence. The video cameras remained fixed on her, watching her every move.
Where was she? How had she gone from her tent to this? Heaven? Hell? Alive? Dead?
Her knees felt weak as she backed away from the door, her mind spinning. This wasn’t real—this couldn’t be real. She closed her eyes, tightly.
“Daddy? Mummy?”
She opened them, she was here, not her tent, what the hell was this?
———- Edward Pembroke sat just meters above Maddie, in the small room with the screens, trying to steady his nerves with coffee. He had been looking at the sleeping beauty for hours now, wondering when she would ever wake up.
He could hardly believe it. He had done it. Finally, after all this time—after all the planning, the rehearsing, and the obsessing—he had actually done it. Having not had alcohol for days, he suddenly felt intoxicated, this was better than any drug induced high.
For years, he had dreamed of this—longed for it—and now, here she was: captive, helpless, and his.
His leaned closer to the screen, watching the girl’s confusion deepen as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, then at the cameras. Her delicate movements, her vulnerability, her confusion, it was making his dick hard already.
But then fear began to creep in. What if he had been seen or recognised? Either at the loch, or when he had loaded Maddie onto the boat and taken it out at four in the morning? He was confident he hadn’t’ been seen, but surely this was too good to be true?
He would have no way of knowing until it was too late. With no internet and no phone signal on the island other than the radio, he would have to go ashore to the mainland to find out any news.
The girl moved toward the door, her small hands struggling with the heavy handle. Pembroke was almost crying with happiness now. Maddie was everything he had ever wanted. He steeled himself, vowing to take his time and break her in properly, resisting the urge to rip that pretty dress off and rape her there and then.
He cleared his throat, preparing his most sophisticated tone, licked his lips, and leaned toward the microphone, ready to speak into the room.
Maddie was absentmindedly playing with the strange folds of her dress, its frilly design reminiscent of something from a hundred years ago. It was innocent and cute in appearance, but the eerie reality of someone having dressed her in it while she was asleep made her skin crawl.
Suddenly, a voice boomed through the room, deep and jarring, shattering the silence and making her jump in fright.
“Hello, Maddie. I’m glad you finally woke up!” the voice said, smooth yet unnervingly cheerful.
Maddie’s breath caught in her throat as she backed into a corner, her arms outstretched defensively. She looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to come from everywhere at once.
“Don’t worry, Maddie. This is your new life. Welcome!” the voice said, an unsettling mix of pompous, haughty, and disturbingly cheerful. “I do hope you’ll find it a lot of fun.”
“Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to me? Where are my parents?” Maddie shouted, her voice trembling with fear and anger.
“So many questions for such a curious little girl,” the voice replied with a chilling laugh, its tone dripping with mockery.
“I want out of here, let me go!” Maddie shouted, fixing at one camera.
“Maddie, you’ll notice your room is far more comfortable than that tent of yours,” the voice said, its tone almost patronizing. “There’s a toilet in the corner, a sink, and even a drinking fountain. Far better than a girl having to pee in the bushes, wouldn’t you agree?”
Maddie looked at it, and suddenly felt the urge to pee.
“Did you sleep well?” asked the voice.
“Who-who are you?” Maddie asked again.
“Do you like your new dress? So pretty, I think,” the voice continued, completely ignoring her frantic questions.
“What did you do with my clothes? You had no right to—”
“Maddie!” the voice boomed, cutting her off, its tone sharp and commanding. “I’m afraid you are in a very different world now. One thing you no longer have here, my dear, is rights.”
Maddie froze, her mouth agape as the voice grew colder.
“Here,” it continued, “obedient, polite girls who do as they’re told, who speak only when spoken to—those are the girls who are treated well. And those who don’t? Well … they are punished.”
The words hung in the air as Maddie started getting a horrible feeling about why she was here.
“I put you in that dress because it pleased me,” the voice said, its tone dripping with unsettling satisfaction. “You look very pretty in it! But if it pleases me to put you in something different—or for you to be naked—then I will do that.”
Maddie bit her lip, and her blood ran colder.
“You will get used to it” the voice said, dryly. “You won’t have a choice.”
“What about my parents…” Maddie asked, softly, her lips wobbling.
“Your parents should not concern you anymore” the voice said “nor am I concerned with them. I know it’s hard, but I suggest you forget about them. You won’t be seeing them ever again.”
Maddie’s stomach dropped. She sat down on the bed, and felt her hands shake. She started to cry.
“Now, I will leave you for some time to get used to your new life,” the voice declared, unnervingly calm. “I suggest you begin purposely forgetting your old life and start embracing the new. Soon enough, I will properly introduce myself to you!”
The voice cut off abruptly, plunging the room into an eerie silence. Maddie turned back to the mirror, her wide, frightened eyes meeting her reflection. The red and white plaid dress, with its frills and innocent design, paired with the Alice band in her hair, made her look unsettlingly childlike. But she knew, she was teetering on the edge of something far darker about to shatter her innocence.
———- Pembroke finally made the boat journey back to the mainland as evening set in, the seas much calmer now. By the time he docked and reached the local pub, his nerves were frayed, though he kept his expression composed.
He ordered a pint and took a seat in the corner, quietly sipping his drink as he sorted through the postal items he’d collected at the bar. His eyes darted around the room, wondering if anything about his presence might arouse suspicion.
The murmur of conversation faded as the TV above the bar switched to a breaking news report.
“Fourteen-year-old Maddie McAllister was on holiday at Loch Ness with her parents when, this morning, she apparently went out swimming by herself. Nothing further has been heard from her, and so far, there is no sign of a body, though the coastguard and emergency services are continuing their search of the loch,” the newscaster announced solemnly.
“Poor girl,” said a woman near the bar, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
The room buzzed with murmurs of sympathy. Many of the patrons were tourists themselves, exchanging uneasy glances as they imagined the McAllister family’s grief.
Pembroke stared at his pint, his heart pounding. He forced himself to take another sip, pretending to listen casually. Hearing Maddie’s name thrilled him but frightened him.
Pembroke spent the night sleeping in his rental car near the harbor. He had told himself it was discipline—avoiding the temptation of touching Maddie too soon. But the truth was, his nerves were getting the better of him. He needed to hear the news the next morning, to know how closely people were watching.
With no internet access, on the island he would be cut off from updates about Maddie’s disappearance. The coming days and weeks on the island would be a peculiar kind of torture, he chuckled to himself, but nothing compared to what he planned to do to Maddie.
———- The following morning, Kate and Gerry sat near the shore of Loch Ness, wrapped in blankets provided by the police.
Kate’s face was pale, her eyes red and raw from endless tears. She clutched her coffee cup with trembling hands, her gaze fixed on the water as though willing Maddie to appear. Beside her, Gerry looked hollowed out, his face ghostly pale, his haunted eyes staring vacantly at the loch.
“Any news?” Kate asked the officer, her voice barely above a whisper.
The officer hesitated, his expression somber. “I’m sorry, Mrs. McAllister. Nothing yet. The loch is incredibly deep, and our divers are still searching. If she is there, we’ll find her … eventually.” He paused, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re also searching elsewhere, but … I have to ask you to prepare yourselves for the worst.”
Kate’s hand flew to her mouth as she let out a strangled sob. She reached out, clutching Gerry’s arm for support before collapsing against his shoulder.
“Oh, Maddie, my poor little girl,” she wailed, her cries echoing across the desolate shore.
Gerry held her tightly, his own tears welling up as he whispered, “We’ll find her, Kate. We’ll bring her home.”
The officer stood silently, his own throat tightening, before retreating to give the grieving parents some space.
———- Pembroke felt a sense of relief the next morning as he sat in the corner of the pub, quietly enjoying his full English breakfast. The news was working in his favor—Maddie was presumed drowned, and searching the depths of Loch Ness would take a long, long time. He chuckled softly to himself, savoring a sip of coffee as the TV in the background droned on.
The other patrons watched the broadcast, their faces etched with sympathy.
“A pity, such a lovely-looking girl,” said an older woman, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as Maddie’s photo appeared on the screen—her dark curls framing her innocent, smiling face.
“I know,” Pembroke said absently, glancing at the woman with feigned concern before shifting his gaze back to his packages. Discreetly, he began sorting through the items he had ordered, careful not to draw attention.
A small smile played on his lips as he noted the arrival of the fox-themed underwear, along with a gimp costume, more stockings and suspender sets, and an array of wild lingerie. He looked up again at the picture of Maddie on the screen now interspersed with footage of Kate and Gerry looking forlorn and distraught, and a wide grin broke out on his face.
“Time to start playing,” he almost said aloud, a twisted smile creeping across his face. Gathering his things, he stood and left the pub, and he made his way toward the harbor. With his packages in tow, he boarded his boat, ready to return to his private island—and to Maddie.
Maddie had lost all sense of time. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, harsh and unrelenting, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night. She’d gone to sleep in her tent beneath the stars, then woke here—under the lights, after the voice. But how long ago? She had no idea.
She’d used the toilet in the corner, sipped water from the metallic-tasting fountain, but her hunger was growing unbearable. Her stomach groaned constantly now. “Hello?” she called, voice cracking. “Is anyone there?” Silence answered. Only the faint hum of the cameras.
Images had run through Maddie’s mind, her parents, the monster, her schoolfriends. At times she had thought she was at home, or somewhere else. She started to lose the sense of whether she was asleep or awake.
Maddie shut her eyes tight, curling into a ball on the thin bed, her thumb slipping instinctively into her mouth. The lights were too bright, even through her lids.
In the control room, Pembroke watched. Maddie was small and fragile on the screen, her movements slower now. “Her mind must be screwed now,” he murmured to himself.
Pembroke leaned back in his chair, savoring the power coursing through him. It had been so easy to dismantle the McAllisters’ lives—so satisfying to break them apart. Now Maddie was his, her mind unraveling under his control. Soon, her body would follow. He felt like a god.
“Mummy! Mummy!” Maddie’s sudden wail pierced the silence, raw and desperate. She bolted upright, her face streaked with tears, her voice shaking as she cried out again.
Pembroke smirked, watching her spiral. “Perfect,” he muttered. She was breaking faster than he’d hoped.
He waited a while longer, thinking that Maddie must not have eaten now for over 48 hours. Maddie was wondering if she would die here, of hunger. It felt like she had been here for a week.
“Hello, Maddie,” the voice said suddenly, smooth and calculated.
Maddie’s head shot up as though startled from a dream, her tear-streaked face scanning the blindingly bright room. The voice had returned. But where was it coming from?
“Who—who’s there?” she stammered. She clutched her knees tightly drawing them up to her chest.
The silence stretched for a moment before the voice spoke again, calm and cold. “How do you feel, Maddie?”
“I want to go home,” Maddie whispered, her voice small as she wrapped her arms tightly around her ankles.
“You are home, Maddie,” the voice replied, calm and unyielding.
“No,” she said more firmly. “I want to see my parents. I want to go home—to Edinburgh!”
“You are home,” the voice repeated, its tone devoid of emotion. A pause lingered before it spoke again. “Now, how do you feel, Maddie?”
Maddie didn’t feel like answering. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Do you remember, Maddie,” the voice said, its tone dripping with controlled menace, “when I told you about nice, polite, obedient girls? The ones who speak only when spoken to, who answer when asked, and who do exactly as they’re told?”
The words hung in the air as Maddie did not answer.
“I like those kinds of girls,” the voice continued, colder now. “And I think you’re not being that kind of girl right now.”
More silence.
Maddie though about cursing the voice but had no idea who it was. She felt frightened, and hungry.
“I’m hungry” Maddie said, finally, her voice breaking, surprising even herself.
Pembroke grinned. Good. He turned off the microphone.
Maddie looked up after a minute had passed. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”
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About an hour later, the voice struck again. “Hello Maddie. You can open the door. Push it.”
Maddie’s stomach, empty as it was, knotted itself as she got up ad approached the secure door. She was surprised that now, when she pushed it, it gave. She opened the door and came out.
Maddie felt a chill run through her as she took in her surroundings. The space was much larger than she’d realized—an expansive office-like area with no windows, just stark walls and harsh fluorescent lights illuminating every corner.
Doors lined both sides of the corridor, each leading to smaller, unknown rooms. At the far end, the hallway opened into a wider, empty space. Suddenly, Maddie wanted to stay in her room.
“Walk down the corridor to the end, Maddie,” the voice boomed, reverberating through the cavernous space.
Maddie prayed, maybe there were others here, maybe her parents? Maybe the voice, or the monster, or someone else.
She felt her heartbeat echoing around her ears as she walked down the corridor to the end. The space was empty, eerily so, but her eyes were drawn to the details: hooks dangling ominously from the ceiling, their purpose unclear but deeply unsettling.
Against one wall were a few tables—metallic and sterile, disturbingly reminiscent of operating tables. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all stark white, an unbroken expanse of concrete that felt oppressively blank.
“Do you see the two handprints on the ground on the corner Maddie?” the voice said.
Maddie’s breath caught as her eyes fell on the ground: two black handprints painted onto the smooth surface, perfectly aligned next to a pair of cuffs attached to small, raised mounts.
“Go over there,” the voice commanded, booming with cold authority. “Kneel, Maddie. Place your wrists and hands on the markers.”
She stared at the cuffs glinting ominously under the fluorescent lights. Beside them, the outlines of hands looked inhuman, like marked for an animal.
“No,” she whispered fearfully. “I’m not doing that.”
“You will,” the voice replied, calm and certain. “You have no choice. No food until you comply.”
Hunger clawed at her, weakening her resolve.
“Do it,” the voice insisted, sharper now. “Or you’ll regret it.”
Tears blurred her vision, but she wiped them away angrily. She wanted to fight, to scream, to demand answers, but the gnawing hunger and the voice’s implacable authority chipped away at her will. Slowly, she walked to where the handprints were.
“Kneel,” the voice repeated, more forceful this time. “And place your wrists on the markers.”
Her breath hitched as she lowered herself onto her knees. She hovered over the slightly glowing handprints, her instincts screaming at her to pull back.
“Do it,” the voice commanded. “Press down.”
With a shuddering breath, Maddie closed her eyes and placed her hands onto the markers. The instant her wrists touched the surface, the cuffs snapped shut with a sharp, metallic click.
Her eyes flew open as panic surged. She yanked at her wrists, twisting and pulling, but the restraints didn’t budge. The cuffs held her fast, biting into her skin with a cruel finality.
“Good,” the voice said, colder now, laced with triumph. “Now, you wait.”
“No!” Maddie screamed, struggling harder. “Let me out!”
Her wrists throbbed from the effort, her breathing ragged as she collapsed forward, pressing her forehead to the cold floor and her bottom up in the air.
The room was silent except for the faint hum of the lights. The voice didn’t speak again, but she could feel its presence. Watching. Waiting.
After what felt like another hour, the lights suddenly went out. The darkness was immediate and absolute, swallowing the room in an inky void. After the relentless brightness, it like plunging into a deep, black ocean. Maddie blinked rapidly, her eyes straining for any hint of light, but there was none.
“Hello?” she called out weakly. She tugged at the cuffs reflexively, but the restraints didn’t budge. Her wrists ached, and her knees were stiff from kneeling for so long.
Then she heard the soft, deliberate sound of footsteps. Her eyes darted toward the source, but all she could make out was a dark, formless shape moving toward her. It was humanlike but its head, arms, and legs were all obscured in perfect blackness, its body blending into the void.
Maddie strained to make sense of it on the darkness. The closer it got, the clearer its outline became—smooth, seamless, and unnaturally featureless.
“Who are you?” Maddie’s voice cracked, as she tried to press herself backward, but the cuffs held her fast.
The figure stopped a few feet away, its head tilting slightly as if studying her, silent and calculating.
“I think you need a change of underwear, Maddie,” it said, the words dripping with mockery. “You dirty girl.”
Maddie’s body tensed as the figure moved behind her. She couldn’t see it, but she felt its presence. Her breath quickened when she felt it lift her dress, the fabric brushing against her bare skin.
She tensed as gloved hands hooked onto the waistband of her panties, dragging them slowly down her hips, past her knees, and leaving them bunched against the floor. The cuffs held her in place, helpless to stop it.
The figure worked methodically, pulling the panties free from her legs with a precision that felt devoid of care or decency. It followed by removing her socks, one at a time, as if stripping her piece by piece of her dignity.
Then, without hesitation, it slid a new pair of panties onto her. The figure’s gloved hand lingered, patting her buttocks with a slow, deliberate motion.
Finally, it tugged on a fresh pair of socks, as though she were an object to be dressed, nothing more. The act wasn’t violent, but it stripped away her humanity, leaving her feeling exposed, powerless, and utterly violated.
Maddie flinched as she heard the sharp clink of metal being placed on the floor just below her face. She strained her eyes, trying to see what it was, but the dim light made it impossible to tell.
Her gaze snapped back to the figure as it moved away, melting into the darkness.
“Wait!” she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. “Help me! What else do you want? Please, don’t leave me here … please!”
There was a sound of a door being opened, then more darkness and silence. Maddie could smell food below her face, but did not want to approach it in the dark.
Finally, the lights came on with a loud hum, flooding the room with their relentless, sterile brightness. Maddie winced, squeezing her eyes shut as the sudden glare burned her retinas.
Eventually, she blinked rapidly and was able to focus on what was below her face. A bowl, like for animals, filled with food, bits of meat, greens and vegetables. It smelled … interesting.
The voice came back on.
“Eat, Maddie,” the voice commanded, its tone sickly sweet and mocking. “This is how nice little girls eat. Not with their hands, not with cutlery. In your world, good little girls eat with their mouths—like cats and dogs.”
Maddie winced at the sheer indignity of it all. Her face hovered close to the food, her body trembling with hunger and shame. She could feel the cold, hard floor beneath her knees and the strain in her back from remaining in this degrading position for so long.
“Eat. That’s the only way this ends.”
Maddie lowered herself slowly, her forearms resting on the floor as she brought her face closer to the bowl. Her bottom rose higher in the air as her touched the gruel. She hesitated, as she realized what she was about to do.
The voice returned, calm and cold. “That’s it, Maddie. Just like that. Good little girls know how to eat properly.”
Tears slid down her cheeks, falling into the bowl as she opened her mouth and took the first hesitant bite. It filled the gnawing void in her stomach, and she hated herself for the relief it brought.
Her forearms pressed harder against the floor as her body sagged under the strain, her tears falling faster now. She felt like an animal—stripped of dignity, forced into submission.
The voice spoke again, its tone laced with mock approval. “See, Maddie? You’re learning. You can be good when you try.”
Suddenly, with a sharp metallic click, the cuffs popped open.
Maddie gasped, pulling her aching wrists close to her chest. The skin was red and tender where the metal had bitten into her.
The voice returned, calm and detached. “Now, Maddie, you can go back to your room.”
She pushed herself up shakily, her knees shaking as she stood, and she stumbled back to the room. The taste of the gruel lingered in her mouth.
As she walked back into her room, she suddenly heard the door slam behind her, locked.
“Now, Maddie,” the voice began, its tone smooth but insidiously commanding. “In exchange for my having fed you, why don’t you pull your dress up for me? Let me see your smart, clean new panties.”
“Why?” she whispered. She clutched at the fabric of her dress as if it could shield her from the voice, from the gaze she couldn’t see but could feel bearing down on her.
“Now, now, Maddie,” the voice said, cold and patronizing. “Good little girls do as they’re told. You wouldn’t want to ruin the progress we’ve made, would you?”
With a shaky breath, she began to lift the fabric. She felt her legs then midriff be exposed and looked at her new panties – red, stark against her pale skin.
“Good,” the voice purred, its tone laced with satisfaction. “They go well with your dress. You see, Maddie? Obedience isn’t so hard, is it?”
With that Pembroke turned off his microphone, enjoying the befuddled look on Maddie’s face as he brought her used panties to his mouth, hungrily licking and sniffing at them, enjoying her juices and excretions far more than Maddie had enjoyed her food, and slipped off the rest of his black gimp suit.
He was enjoying this; he could wait for the main course. He stroked his cock, then masturbated furiously at the images of Maddie sitting hopelessly on the bed and the scent of her pussy from her panties.
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Kate McAllister was gaunt, her face hollow and expression blank. She hadn’t slept properly since Maddie had gone missing and refused to leave the resort, as if her presence alone might somehow bring her daughter back.
The divers had been working tirelessly, scouring the waters day and night. Now, as they entered the third day of searching, the grim reality was setting in.
They weren’t searching for a missing girl anymore. They were looking for a body.
On land, every lead had evaporated into nothing. No footprints, no dropped belongings, no signs Maddie had ever left the resort’s grounds.
“Please,” she whispered to no one in particular, her voice breaking. “Please, bring her back.”
Maddie’s hunger grew again, and she began to get dizzy with the isolation and silence and constant bright light. The voice came back, and again she followed his instructions, out of the room, hands on the handprints, was locked in. Then, in darkness, the featureless blob man left her food, and felt up her body, changing her underwear and socks.
This time, however, he or it also fastened a collar around her neck. After she ate her demeaning meal she was allowed to return to her room and get a proper look.
The collar was a sleek, matte black band, lined with soft material to prevent chafing but tight enough that she could barely slip a finger beneath it. A small charging socket and an integrated locking mechanism hinted at its high-tech, invasive design.
“I hope you find your collar pretty, Maddy,” the voice blared suddenly, making her jump. “You’ll be wearing it for a long time—it will be part of you, a means of controlling you and ensuring you stay nice and compliant.”
Maddie said nothing, as her fingers traced the edge of the collar nervously.
“Now, Maddie,” the voice purred, “can I see you in your new panties? Pull up that dress, give me a nice twirl, and this time, bend over and shake that ass for me—let me have a good, long look.”
“What is going to happen to me?” Maddie asked instead.
Suddenly, a sharp buzz sounded, and the collar delivered a jolt to her neck, making her gasp in pain.
“You see, Maddie, this is what happens when you’re disobedient,” the voice said, dripping with cold amusement. “You need to learn—you’ll be disciplined with the collar and in many other entertaining ways, trust me.”
Maddie was still reeling from the sharp pain in her neck, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she exhaled loudly, trying to steady herself.
“Now, show me your panties, girl.”
Maddie obediently lifted the hem of her dress high, almost to her shoulders, acutely aware that she wore no bra. Her entire abdomen and legs were exposed as her eyes flicked down to the white thong with a small fox emblem printed on it.
“Now, the second thing I asked you to do…”
Maddie bent over, aware that the thong would be riding right up her ass displaying her full buttocks, and swayed her hips gently.
“Up and down not just side to side.”
Maddie tried to move her ass up and down, shaking it as much as she could, but she had barely any body fat and the sight was more valuable to Pembroke for its humiliation value than anything pornographic.
“Very good Maddie. I will talk to you later. Goodbye.”
Maddie was left alone again, touching the collar, fearing its power over her, ———- Pembroke was a bit afraid of crossing the rubicon of revealing himself to Maddie. There was still a chance she might be found or he be suspected and he could still release her and get away with it. He needed just some more reassurance.
And so Maddie found herself facing another tortuous period of solitude as Pembroke left the island again.
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“Hello, Edward,” said the cheerful young woman as she walked into the room.
“Oh, hello. What happened to Doug?” Pembroke asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Doug is on sick leave, so I’m stepping in,” she replied with a bright smile. “I’m Hyacinth—I’ll be taking over your cases. And … I’ve seen your diagnosis,” she added, her face softening into a look of sympathy.
Pembroke shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his expression guarded. He’d taken the train to London to meet with his probation officer and finalize details with his lawyers about the life insurance payout and the island.
“Oh yes, well, I still try to live on,” he said flatly, his eyes narrowing as he assessed her. She was young, with short hair, a scattering of tattoos, and several piercings—the left wing type he instantly disliked.
“Edward, have you been living in London the last few weeks since that awful incident—the one where the mob tried to burn you out?” Hyacinth asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.
“Oh yes,” Pembroke lied smoothly, rattling off the address of a Pakistani family of seven he had bribed to vouch for him.
“Oh, good,” Hyacinth said with a smile. “We have to keep track of where ex-offenders have been, you know. It’s so unfair on you guys.” She leaned forward slightly, her voice tinged with sympathy. “I will make sure it’s clear you were living here if some fascists try to blame you for anything.”
Her tone grew more indignant as she continued. “That poor girl up in Scotland who drowned in Loch Ness—they’re trying to pin that on people who were in prison years ago. It’s so unfair how your lot are treated.”
Pembroke inhaled sharply, his brow furrowing. “Why is that, if she drowned?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh, apparently they can’t find the body,” Hyacinth replied, her tone dismissive. “So, they’ve come up with this crazy idea that someone kidnapped her. And of course, they just go straight for past offenders—it’s ridiculous.” She gave him a reassuring smile, leaning closer to pat him on the shoulder. “But don’t worry, I have your back. It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve been through this year.”
Pembroke managed a smile. “Thank you.”
“And, well,” she said, her voice wavering as she stifled a quiet sob. “I’m afraid this will be our last meeting. On account of your condition and the staff shortages we’re facing … well, we won’t be having any more meetings, so your probation period will be ended.”
“Oh, I guess that is … good news,” Pembroke said, feigning a smile.
“Well, of course,” Hyacinth replied, her voice soft and hesitant. “I guess it just means that … well … you know.”
“Oh, of course,” Pembroke said with a slight smirk. “Well, I’m not dead yet.”
———- Pembroke had never felt as good in decades. Temporarily giving up drink and drugs had been a boon, but even so, he started daring to believe the diagnosis might be incorrect. Anyway, he had things to do.
He took a train straight to Edinburgh and managed to gain access as a member of the public to a press conference where Gerry and Kate McAllister were addressing the media. He wore a cap, dark glasses, a smart polo shirt, and heavy makeup to conceal the scars that had once been hidden by bandages or stitches. Neither Gerry nor Kate had ever seen him without those layers of concealment, they had only seen him in stitches or in heavy bandages. Standing inconspicuously at the back of the room, he watched as the grieving parents spoke.
“The police are doing everything they can,” Gerry said, his voice heavy with emotion. “And they assure us that if Maddie is out here, either in Loch Ness or anywhere else, they will move heaven and earth to find her.”
Kate stepped up next, her face pale and tear-streaked. “Please, if someone has taken my daughter,” she began, her voice trembling, “she was the light of my life. I cannot go on without her. Please, we don’t care about punishments or anything, we just want her back—to see her smile again.” She paused, choking back a sob, before continuing, “If you have her, please just let her go or let us know she’s alive. And please … please don’t hurt her.”
As her voice broke, she dissolved into tears, and Gerry immediately stepped forward to embrace her. The room filled with the quiet hum of camera shutters and murmured sympathy. Pembroke though, the sick freak that he was, got an erection just from watching Kate, loving the change he had enacted on her. She looked like she had aged a decade in a week.
He set off with renewed purpose to the west coast by train, then to the small harbour town, picked up his new deliveries, and made his way by boat to begin the next phase of breaking Maddie in.
———- Maddie was spiraling into madness from the relentless hunger, the blinding light, and the suffocating solitude. Pembroke had watched footage recorded while he was away—she had banged on the walls in desperation, bitten the duvet as though it were food, and alternated between screaming and crying, and nodding her head in despair for hours.
When she heard the voice again, Maddie felt an unsettling wave of gratitude—for the company and the promise of food. She didn’t care about what it wanted.
“Hello, please, please, I’m starving,” she begged, her wide, desperate eyes darting frantically around the walls.
“The door is open my darling. Same procedure, hands on the paw prints” he said jauntily.
Maddie bounded out like a hungry dog, eagerly getting on all fours, and almost feeling grateful for the ‘click’ of the cuffs around her wrists.
Some time passed, and she began worrying and calling out again. Then she heard some doors opening, and the anonymous giant blob man came through the darkness, putting the metallic tray below her.
“Eat,” the figure said simply.
Maddie didn’t hesitate—she threw herself toward the dish, burying her face in it and devouring the contents without a second thought, not caring what it was as long as it filled her gnawing hunger.
“Good girl,” the figure murmured, his hands trailing along the backs of her thighs, stroking gently down to her calves and then back up over her buttocks and along her back.
Maddie, too focused on licking the bowl clean to protest, didn’t even mind when she felt him remove her socks and thong. This time, however, he didn’t stop there—he unbuttoned her Alice in Wonderland-style red-and-white plaid dress at the shoulders and the back, pulling it off and leaving her completely exposed and naked save for her collar.
His gloved hand lingered, Pembroke could not see well through the gimp material and avoided her direct gaze to keep the air of mystery and stayed behind, enjoying the sight and feel of her behind, her slim thighs, her bony hips, the pale globes of her ass and the tight puckered asshole, almost invisible it was so small, above the slim film of labia she had for her pussy.
He produced a blindfold and tied it securely around Maddie’s eyes, plunging her into an even deeper darkness. She could hear him moving around, gathering items and setting something up in front of her, but she couldn’t tell what.
Finally, he left, leaving her alone. For the next half hour, Maddie remained on all fours, her wrists still cuffed, the blindfold cutting off all light, her mind racing with fear and anticipation as she waited for whatever was coming next.
———- Soon, Maddie heard the voice again. At the same moment, she felt the cuffs around her wrists release.
“You may stand up now and take your blindfold off, Maddie,” the voice instructed calmly.
Maddie obeyed, rising shakily to her feet and removing the blindfold. She was surprised to find the space still empty, save for a small stool facing a larger armchair and a neatly arranged pile of clothes and toiletries on the floor nearby.
“Now, Maddie,” the voice continued, its tone clinical yet condescending, “you see the showerhead near where I left your clothes? You must be quite a stinky girl by now, so I want you to use the soap and shampoo to wash yourself thoroughly and dry off with the towel. There’s also a razor—I felt some stubble between your legs, and that won’t do. Make sure you’re smooth all over, including your pussy AND your asshole.”
Maddie flushed deeply, her face burning with humiliation. Fear momentarily took a backseat to overwhelming embarrassment.
“I want you to clean yourself thoroughly, inside and out,” the voice commanded. “The nozzle is detachable, and you can insert it into your vagina and your bumhole to make sure your insides are nice and clean. And don’t forget to use the toothbrush to brush your teeth.”
Maddie’s face burned even hotter, her body stiff with shame as she stood there, absorbing the degrading instructions.
“I will be watching,” the voice added, its tone unwavering. “When you’re finished and dry, I’ll guide you through dressing.”
Maddie’s stomach churned at the lack of privacy, but she was glad of the chance to get clean. She turned the shower on, and was pleased that the water was slightly warm. Taking the shower at first felt homely, comforting, then she had to pick up the razor, squatting down, and running it along her lips between her legs.
“Good girl, Maddie,” the voice boomed. “Make sure all that unpleasant hair is gone.” The reminder that she was being watched made her wince but she kept going.
“I hope you’re smooth—I’ll be checking,” the voice continued, matter-of-factly. “If you feel happy with that, now push that nozzle against your vagina. It feels good, doesn’t it? Yes, that will make it clean.”
Maddie sighed at the jet of water against her pussy, something she had tried in the shower at home.
“Now, stick it up your ass!” the voice commanded, followed by a snigger that echoed mockingly through the space.
Maddie guided the nozzle from her vagina further back between her legs. Using her other hand, she pulled one of her ass cheeks aside to make room, then hesitated for a moment before pressing the nozzle against her anus, then eased it in, feeling the water flood her insides.
“Keep it in and count to twenty,” the voice ordered with a cruel edge. “Then hold it for another twenty seconds before you squat down and shit it out.”
Maddie’s entire body stiffened, her face burning with humiliation as she took the nozzle out, then squatted down. It somehow felt better obeying an omnipresent and invisible voice than a human when performing this disgusting act.
Maddie squatted down, pushing the water out, feeling the unsettling mix of solid and liquid leave her body. Afraid to look down, she quickly aimed the nozzle toward the drain, rinsing away the mess while cleaning the area around her anus.
Standing up, she arched her back, pulled one ass cheek aside, and inserted the nozzle back inside herself, her movements mechanical as she repeated the degrading process.
“Repeat until clear water flows out of you,” the voice commanded coldly.
Maddie was grateful to finally towel herself dry, looking with interest at the clothes. She had no way of knowing, but she thought she had been wearing that dress for a month, thought it had only been about a week.
The outfit laid out before Maddie resembled a school uniform but was a tacky, hyper-sexualized parody. The navy plaid skirt featured a slit on the side, falling to only halfway down her thighs—not outrageously short, but far from modest. Knee-high socks led down to the same black shoes with straps.
A pair of white panties adorned with tiny red hearts accompanied a small AA bra, more decorative than functional. The sheer white blouse, designed with only three buttons, left much of the chest exposed and barely reached her navel. A small blue tie and a navy-colored bow for her hair completed the ensemble.
As she dressed, she now looked like one of the slutty schoolgirls Pembroke had long fantasised over.
“Now, Maddie,” the voice commanded. “I want you to walk up and down the space and along the corridor. I want to see you in that sexy school uniform, yes. Keep your hands by your sides, your back straight, and your head held high.”
Maddie stood up and obeyed, her face burning with humiliation as she forced herself to comply. She began to pace, the outfit clinging awkwardly to her body with every step. With each stride, her bare left thigh emerged clearly through the slit in the skirt, but she continued. She feared what was to come.
Pembroke was stroking his cock now, salivating. This was it; the moment of no return. Now, he would reveal himself, and with that, Maddie’s fate would be sealed. He knew there was no turning back—after this, he could never let her leave this place alive. But any feeling of empathy for the poor innocent young girl was completely overridden by the feeling in his groin.
“Now Maddie, sit on the stool facing the armchair, and put your hands through the hoops underneath, and press the little switch beside it.”
Maddie felt a small wave of relief as she sat down, grateful for the chance to rest. But as she slid her hands through the loops on either side of the stool, she hesitated before just clicking the switches. A sharp click broke the silence, and suddenly the loops tightened around her wrists. She gasped and jerked instinctively, trying to pull her hands free, but they were stuck, trapping her arms by her sides and immobilizing her.
Her eyes darted nervously to the empty armchair opposite her, its presence heavy and foreboding, as an ominous silence filled the space.
Pembroke took a quick shower, scrubbing himself clean as he mulled over his options. He had debated what to wear—a sharp suit for a veneer of authority, a gimp outfit for shock value, or a dominator ensemble to assert control.
In the end, he decided simplicity was best. He slipped on just a pair of plain underpants and a pair of flip-flops, leaving the rest of his body exposed. Might as well show Maddie what she was really in for, he chuckled, albeit nervously.
Despite Maddie being his prisoner and slave, Pembroke couldn’t shake the nagging self-consciousness from decades of cruel taunts. He was acutely aware of the hairy rolls of flab around his body, his unsightly double chin and sagging jowls, the shine of his bald head, and the jagged, fresh scar that cut across his face.
He took a swig of whiskey for courage, and descended the stairs to the basement ready to confront his slave.
Maddie sat on the stool, immobilized, her eyes locked on the armchair opposite her. The anticipation of seeing her tormentor made her heart pound as she braced herself for his reveal. Suddenly, the lights went off, plunging her into darkness.
She heard the creak of a door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps. A figure entered the room, and the faint sound of the armchair shifting told her he had taken a seat. Straining against the darkness, she tried to make out his features, but it was impossible.
Then, the lights flickered back on, their brightness burning her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she forced her gaze forward—and there he was, her kidnapper. Maddie shook violently at the sight of him, nearly toppling of her stool.
It was an old man—dressed in nothing but a pair of obscene, tight red underpants. Maddie quickly took in this body from top to bottom, his gnarled feet, thick, meaty calves leading to fat, bulbous knees. A huge, sagging belly hung over the waistband of his underpants, and his chest drooped heavily, covered in coarse grey hair. His arms were enormous, his hands like spades, radiating strength and menace.
But it was his face that was the most terrifying of all. A jagged scar streaked across his features, adding to the grotesque spectacle of his hooked nose, long, furry eyebrows, and a wide mouth full of crooked, yellow teeth. His jowls and double chin seemed to melt into the folds of his neck, and his bald head gleamed, interrupted only by tufts of grey hair sprouting awkwardly from the sides.
And he was smiling. “Hello Maddie, time for us to be properly introduced.”
This was him—the monster from the hockey practice. The bandages were gone now, but his body bore the unmistakable marks of what must have been a horrific injury.
Maddie tried to stay calm, the solitary confinement and constant hunger had made her question reality, but she tried to think clearly. This man had sexually assaulted her in the outside world, and had then somehow kidnapped her and brought her here. But how?
Who are you?” was all Maddie could think to ask, her voice barely a whisper.
The man’s grotesque smile widened. “I am the man your parents warned you about,” he said, his tone dripping with cruel amusement. “The one they tried so hard to protect you from. But in the end … well, they failed.”
Maddie tried to twist her wrists in her restraints but they barely moved. She was conscious of her skirt riding up her thighs, and crossed her legs as if to protect herself.
“You are somewhere where the police, your family, the world will never find you.” The man continued. “I will take you on a tour of your new environment soon. For now, I just want to emphasise what I told you earlier. You will be a nice, quiet, obedient little girl who does what she is told, when she is told. Do you understand?”
“Why am I here? What happened?” Maddie asked, wondering if he was the only one.
“I chose you—or fate chose you, whichever you prefer,” he said, still smiling. “You can blame your parents, though. They seem to have a rather … unnatural … interest in your body. His eyes raked over her top to bottom from her ankles to her head as he chuckled darkly. “But seeing you like this now, well … it seems very natural, doesn’t it?”
Maddie’s stomach churned a little more. “No, my parents are not like that, and they will be looking for me, how do you know them?”
He raised his eyebrows and spread his hands theatrically. “They practically handed you to me on a silver platter,” he sneered. “They did all the hard work, and I was just … in the right place at the right time.”
“You followed us around, why though, why?” Maddie was almost screaming, the stool moving under her.
“Now, now, Maddie,” he said, his voice calm but laced with menace. “Stay calm and quiet. I don’t like restless girls—never have. Which is why I picked you.”
He leaned forward slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto her. “Let me ask you this … did you tell anyone about me? After I fingered you in your hockey outfit … and I kissed you?”
“No … no, I didn’t,” she admitted wearily, her shoulders slumping as she realised how close she had been to doing so, and how it would have saved her.
“I don’t need to ask you why, Maddie,” he said smugly,”I knew it from the moment I saw you—the slightly drooping shoulders, the downcast eyes, the fear written all over you.”
He chuckled darkly, leaning forward again with a cruel gleam in his eyes. “I’m a natural when it comes to spotting vulnerable girls. The moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the perfect target,” he gloated. “I took a chance, and it paid off—I chose a weak, frightened, shy little thing, didn’t I, Maddie? And you made it so easy for me … easy to touch you, easy to take you.”
He leaned back again, watching as Maddie sniffed and began to sob quietly, her body trembling with humiliation and despair.
“Don’t worry, Maddie,” he continued with an air of condescension. “Those pathetic qualities of yours? They’ll help you now. They’ll make it easier for you to adapt to your new life and become the girl I’m going to train you to be.”
Maddie’s mind raced through the past few months, overwhelmed by a storm of “if onlys.” This man must have been following her during her holiday, stealing her underwear, filming her, and doing God knows what else for God knows how long. She still wondered who he really was, but she didn’t have the heart to ask. Deep down, she knew any answer would only deepen her despair and lead her nowhere.
“Now, Maddie,” he said, his gaze lingering on her crossed legs. His tongue flicked across his lips as he stared at the way her thighs were almost fully exposed, the skirt falling limply to the sides, barely covering her. “Why don’t you uncross those pretty legs for me? It’s not like it would be anything I haven’t already seen. Don’t get me wrong I like girls who are modest but I think I’d like to have a glimpse of those cute panties I know are hidden away there between your thighs.”
Maddie felt like throwing up with stress, with her arms immobilized at her sides, her legs were her only defense—the only barrier between him and what he might try to do. Saying nothing, she pressed her thighs tightly together, a feeble attempt to shield herself.
“Please, Maddie?” he chuckled darkly, his tone both mocking and threatening. “Or do I need to send a little signal to that pretty collar around your neck?” He paused, letting the implication linger before adding, “Or maybe I could just use my hands. It’s up to you.”
Looking down at her lap, Maddie hesitantly parted her legs slightly, just enough to comply. The movement made her feel unbearably exposed, as if a laser beam was shooting from his eyes, crawling up her legs and burning into that most vulnerable spot.
“Sexy little fox” mumbled Pembroke, his lips drooling as he looked at the little triangle of white cotton between her flesh.
He rose slowly from the armchair and made his way to her, lowering himself to his knees in front of her. Gently, he parted her knees further, positioning himself between them, his eyes now almost level with hers. Their faces were so close she could feel his breath, and his hands brushed up her thighs, stopping just shy of the hem of her panties.
“Look at me Maddie” he said gently.
Maddie lifted her face, now scrunched with silent tears and etched with fear, slowly meeting his gaze. Her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto his large, dark eyes that seemed to swallow her whole.
“You won’t ever see your parents again,” he said solemnly, his breath hot and invasive as it mingled with hers. “I am going to be your owner, your master, your lover. I’ll look after you, keep you clean, keep you confined.” He paused, his eyes boring into hers. “And I am also going to punish you, fuck you, lick you, eat you.”
Maddie flinched violently, her whole body tensing as she winced and turned her face to the side, desperate to escape his gaze. She tried to rock the stool beneath her, her movements frantic, shutting her eyes tightly as she let out a muffled, strangled scream, her fear and despair overwhelming her.
Edward Pembroke smiled at her feeble attempts, she was so helpless against him. He ran his hand over her cheek to turn her back to face him.
“So, you could say I will be a father figure—the right kind of father figure,” he said. “That’s why, from now on, you will call me Daddy.”
“No!” Maddie cried out, with defiance as she kept her head turned, trying desperately to avoid the grotesque face that loomed just centimeters from hers. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, tears streaming as she clung to the last shreds of resistance within her.
“Yes, you will call me Daddy, every time you speak to me. I am your Daddy from now on and we will be doing all the things little girls and their daddies should.” Maddie opened her eyes to see his eyes large and vacant like a child.
“My … my father did not do this to me, it’s wrong!” she stuttered out.
“Well, he must have wanted to, you have a gorgeous body, Maddie, and if I had been your father, you would never have let you be taken, because you would never have been out of my bedroom” he guffawed.
“This is wrong, this is … illegal!” Maddie cried out, as she became acutely aware of his fingers brushing against her crotch,.
“Here, I am the law, Maddie. I am your Daddy” Pembroke was raising his voice now, growing impatient.
“No … this is wrong, you are going to get in trouble, my parents…”
“Your parents failed you, too interested in having sex and perving over you…”
“They weren’t!” she cried, thinking of her parents. “They are good, not like you!”
As she made the statement, Maddie looked into his eyes, and for a split second, defiance flickered within her. But almost instantly, it dissolved into fear and meekness as Pembroke held her gaze, his presence overpowering.
“This is your new life, Maddie, and I am your Daddy,” he said calmly. “Now, I’ve been patient so far…” His finger ran slowly over her trembling lips, across her tear-streaked cheekbones, tracing the trail of her tears “ … but now, I’m going to have to start punishing you for disobedience. You need to start calling me—and thinking of me—as your Daddy.”
Maddie could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she forced the words out. “OK, just please don’t hurt me.”
Pembroke’s expression darkened as he gripped her thigh hard with one hand, his other hand wrapping around her slender neck over the collar. He squeezed just enough to choke her slightly, making her gasp.
“You didn’t say it,” he growled.
“Uhh … say what?” Maddie stammered.
“Maddie,” he said coldly, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on her throat, “you will call me Daddy every time you speak to me.”
“Sorry … sorry … Daddy,” she said, finally submitting.
“Who is your Daddy?” Pembroke asked, his tone now soft, as he gently stroked her hair back from her face, brushing it away from her tear-streaked cheeks.
“You … you are my Daddy,” Maddie whispered with resignation.
“Good,” Pembroke said with a smile. “Now, as your new Daddy, it would be remiss of me not to check whether my little girl has followed instructions and made herself presentable,” he added with a deliberate wink. “Time to check if you’ve shaved properly.”
Maddie tensed up, her entire body stiffening as she felt Pembroke’s fingers glide along her inner thigh, slipping inside the waistband of her panties. Her breath hitched as his fingertips squeezed into the space between the stool and her undercarriage, against her pussy, tracing along her most sensitive flesh. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she felt the large fingers rubbing aggressively the tips occasionally slipping into her hole.
“Now, Maddie,” he said with a twisted smirk, “that seems nice and smooth all over. But now it’s time to check if you’ve cleaned your asshole properly. Did you clean it?”
“Yes…” Maddie whispered as she barely managed to get the word out, overwhelmed by the humiliating question and the invasive sensation of his finger against her most sensitive, private flesh.
“Yes what?” he pressed, his voice firm and expectant.
“Yes, Daddy,” Maddie replied reluctantly, as she raised her eyes to the ceiling in a mix of humiliation and exasperation.
At that moment, Pembroke slipped his index finger deep into her asshole, his grin widening as Maddie’s eyes went wide in shock, and she let out a startled squeak, the stool legs rattling as she jerked about.
“Nice,” he said, feeling the velvet warmth of her insides, the little fissures and textures of the most private hole of the girl before him—someone he could once only dream about, but now he was exploring her asshole.
He withdrew his finger and ostentatiously brought it to her face, holding it under her nose. “Tell Daddy what it smells like,” he demanded with a cruel smirk.
Maddie was mortified, still feeling the lingering sensation of her anus twitching from the invasive act. Now, being forced to smell it, she cringed, her face contorting in disgust. Despite her efforts to pull away, she couldn’t avoid him pressing his finger against her nostrils. To her surprise, it smelled … clean.
“Tell me, Maddie, does it smell good?”
“Yes … it smells … clean,” Maddie whispered reluctantly,.
“You forgot to say Daddy, Maddie,”
“It smells clean, Daddy,” Maddie replied, her voice barely audible.
“Good,” he said with a smile. “Now suck the finger.”
Maddie stared at the finger as it moved closer, slipping between her lips and parting them. She tried desperately to avoid the man gaze, but his eyes were fixed on her with the unsettling fascination of a child marveling at a new toy.
Pembroke enjoyed the wet warmth of her mouth, the way her soft tongue glided beneath his finger. He let his fingertip explore, tracing along the smoothness of her gums and the roof of her mouth. Her teeth, pristine and white, seemed to gleam as he marveled at their straight, perfect alignment. The contrast of her pink, supple tongue against the clean, delicate flesh of her mouth fascinated him. Here, he could explore every inch of Maddie’s body like the toy she was, with no resistance, no worry about police or family.
He finally withdrew his finger and sucked on it, keeping his eyes on Maddie, on the bright blue irises and the pupils flickering slightly.
“Well, that was quite the introduction, Maddie, but you know what might ease the tension and seal our new relationship? Well, I think Daddy’s little girl should give him a kiss.”
Maddie’s stomach seemed to twist in response to the question, but she knew she had no choice. Her lips remained frozen, unable to respond.
“What do you say to that, Maddie, eh?” he prompted, his tone expectant.
“Whatever you want,” she muttered, her voice flat and devoid of energy.
“That’s a very flippant tone, young lady,” he replied sharply, his gaze narrowing. “Especially when speaking to your Daddy.”
“Sorry … Daddy” she murmured back.
“So, can I kiss you?” he asked, his face lighting up with a wide, grotesque smile that only made him more repulsive.
“Yes … yes Daddy” she almost choked out the words.
“Good girl,” Pembroke murmured as he leaned in closer, his wet, slobbery lips pressing firmly against hers. Maddie recoiled internally as his tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the intrusion of his fingers earlier. The taste and smell weren’t as nauseating as she remembered from the hockey grounds—this time, there was a faint hint of alcohol and toothpaste—but it was no less revolting. Her small tongue felt overpowered, beaten down by his relentless, forceful movements, a cruel replay of how her smaller body was being abused by him.
Pembroke finally broke off, breathing heavily. “You taste wonderful, Maddie, we are going to have so much fun…”
Maddie braced herself, her stomach churning as she prepared for the inevitable. She knew what rape was and fully expected Pembroke to take his “thing” out now, from beneath his underpants—something she had avoided looking at throughout the entire encounter.
But instead, he surprised her. “Let’s go for a walk,” Pembroke said, his tone unexpectedly cheerful. “I want to show you my new home!”
Pembroke stood up, his massive frame towering over her, the bulge in his underpants brushing her face as he moved. He then bent down pressing his hairy belly into her face as he untied her wrists.
As Maddie shyly rubbed at her sore wrists, trying to process this sudden shift, Pembroke grabbed one of her hands. His hand, large and rough, completely enveloped hers as he pulled her to her feet with ease.
“Come along, Maddie,” he said cheerfully, let’s go for a walk.
Maddie walked alongside him, her small frame and hesitant steps making her appear like a schoolgirl being led by her father—if her father had been dressed in nothing but tight underpants.
The rooms in the space were mostly empty, save for one that caught her attention. Inside was a single table, its sterile appearance and faintly clinical smell giving it the look of a treatment room. Maddie eyed it nervously, her mind full of grim possibilities.
“Let’s go upstairs now—ladies first!” Pembroke said as he reached for a heavy, secure metal door. He turned the wrench-like handle with ease, the door creaking open to reveal a staircase. Maddie looked at the door that she had tried and failed to budge before. Wearily, she realized just how much weaker she was compared to him, the brute strength he displayed effortlessly reminding her of her helplessness.
She obediently ascended the stairs. She tugged vainly at the hem of her tiny skirt, desperate to cover herself as much as possible, knowing full well that Pembroke’s eyes were fixed on her from behind, taking in every step she took.
“Hmmm, I think you’re trying to seduce your Daddy,” he said appreciatively as his hands lightly trailed up her legs. Maddie froze, as she felt his face press against her bare butt cheek, followed by a sloppy, unwelcome kiss on her panty clad ass kiss.
“Maddie,” he said breathlessly, his face still pressed against her bottom, “you know that I’m going to fuck you, right? Not right now, but very soon. You understand that, don’t you?”
Maddie stiffened at the words. She now knew for certain what she feared. “Yes” she said quietly.
“Yes, yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Pembroke kissed the bare skin of her buttocks just beyond the hem of the panties. “Good. Tell me what you understand by me fucking you, tell me what will happen, you are a virgin right?”
“Yes, I am a virgin … Daddy,” she cried softly, one foot still frozen on the step above, her body trembling with fear.
“Good, now tell me what will happen, what do you understand by getting fucked by your Daddy.” Pembroke’s voice was muffled as his mouth remained pressed against her ass ass, inhaling deeply through the cotton fabric.
“It means, Daddy, that yo—your penis … it-it is going-going inside my … my…”
“Finish the sentence, Maddie.”
“My … my vagina” Maddie’s voice went to a whisper, only her hands shook, the rest of her body still as Pembroke’s face and hands pressed against her hips and ass.
“You forgot a word there, Maddie. Say the full sentence, with the word you keep forgetting.”
“Your penis” sighed Maddie, trying to breathe “is going to go inside my … my vagina, Daddy.” Saying the words made her visualise the gross action.
“Good!” Pembroke suddenly brought his face and hands from below her skirt, stood back and gave her a sharp appreciative slap on the bottom as she rearranged he skirt. “Now continue up the stairs.”
As they got to the top, there was another secure door. Pembroke stood beside Maddie again, her eyes at the same height as his hairy nipples. “He stroked her hair and tipped her face up to his.
“You see, Maddie, I want you to know what is going to happen to you here, I don’t want you to have any doubt.” He rubbed his thumb over her lips. “Now give Daddy another kiss.”
They kissed again, this time softer, and his hand strayed up her skirt again, his fingers slipping gently inside the material of her panties, before he withdrew again.
“Enough! Let me finish the tour!” he laughed.
“Maddie again watched submissively as he used his strength to open the door handle. Walking through, she was amazed, however, to see that she was in a modern open-plan house, shocked to see full-length windows showcasing the outside. It was a contemporary dwelling, the wide open windows framing a vista of the Scottish seascape and the surrounding grassy expanse. A kitchen occupied one compartment, while the other compartments housed rooms with smaller windows and a bedroom.
The sunlight of the windows made her blink as she got used to it after weeks of artificial light. So she was in … civilisation? It looked like Scotland, by the sea, was this madman keeping her in a normal house?
“I hope you’re impressed, Maddie,” he chuckled, “I have some secret rooms you won’t see. But otherwise, I’ve scrubbed it up well to welcome a female.” He guided her through the normal-looking living room, complete with a bookcase, a TV, chairs, and a sofa.
“Er … sometimes…”
“Maddie, you forgot that word,” Pembroke said absentmindedly, looking away from her at the bookcase.
“I sometimes read, yes … Daddy.” She said sadly. For a brief moment, with the sunlight and the views of the landscape beyond and the homely scenes, she had thought it would be different, perhaps it would be revealed that downstairs had been a hellish joke or nightmare. But it continued.
“Here, you might like this. It’s very apt for you I think” He handed her a copy of “Lolita” he had already forgotten the plot he just knew that Maddie should identify with the young girl being preyed on.
“Now,” he slipped on a heavy dressing gown and put on some trainers. “Let’s have a look outside, shall we?”
He took Maddie by the hand again, as she held the book against her chest like an obedient schoolgirl walking beside her father. They stepped out hand-in-hand into the wild, windy outdoors. The moving air struck Maddie after what had seemed to her like weeks of sterile air. The sun, though hidden behind clouds, was still far brighter for her eyes than the fluorescent lights.
“Nice to breathe in the sea air, isn’t it, Maddie?” Pembroke breathed contentedly.
“Yes, I guess,” said Maddie, taken aback by the air and the atmosphere, as if she were on an alien planet. She looked around but could see only the grassy surface and the roaring sea surrounding it.
“Maddie, you keep forgetting that word,” Pembroke said with a tinge of annoyance, not looking down, just continuing to breathe in the wind.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said simply.
“Good girl,” he patted her head, and he led her on.
Maddie stumbled over the clumps of earth and uneven surface of the grass as they neared the rocks of the shore, and the sea spray went over her, spashing over her blouse. Pembroke could not help but leer as her blouse became wet and see-through.
“You see the boat here by the little inlet? It’s the only way in and out of the island,” he said proudly.
“Island?” The word echoed in Maddie’s mind. She had walked in a circle, the house the only structure visible. Across the horizon, vague outlines of land shimmered, but the stormy sea lay between them like an insurmountable barrier. So this was why he let her outside, she was still trapped out here.
“Are you the only one who lives here?” she asked, raising her voice to rise above the wind and the sea.
Pembroke’s smile drooped a little. “Maddie, I have to insist you call me Daddy each and every time you address me. I know you aren’t the brightest, but I am beginning to think a little punishment might be in order to motivate you.”
“Sorry,” she said quickly. “Daddy, are you the only one on this island?”
“Not any more,” he smiled again. “I have you, my little one! Now, I think you must be cold, and your blouse is so wet I can see your nipples through it and the wind keeps blowing up your skirt. I can see those panties! It’s getting your Daddy excited again!”
Maddie looked down in further embarrassment, holding her book across he chest and pulling down her skirt with the other but the back of her skirt kept flying up.
“Time to go back inside,” he said loudly above the growing squall, and patted the small of her back as she skipped and tripped, walking awkwardly beside him on their way back to the house.
“Are we still in Scotland … Daddy?” she asked of him, her eyes now squinting from the wind.
“Haha, don’t worry where we are, my little one!” he ruffled her hair. “That is not for you to know.” He slid open the front door. A sheet of glass from floor to ceiling, it slid open silently, revealing the interior.
Maddie relaxed momentarily back in the warmth, but soon shuddered as she realised she was trapped and back in this … place … with him. She longed for just a few moments away from him.
“Daddy … can I use the toilet?”
“Oh really?” he asked casually. “Do you have to piss or shit?”
Maddie gasped inwardly at how invasive he kept getting, shuddering again as she thought how to answer it.
“Erm … I have to … pee”
Pembroke sighed in exasperation. “Okay, well before you do, I am afraid I am going to have to give you a quick spanking. You forgot to call me Daddy. Now, you are going to get spanked each and every time you forget from now on, understand? Now get over my knee!”
Pembroke sat down on the sofa, his finger wagging at her to approach him. His dressing gown had fallen open, exposing his hairy chest and belly again.
Maddie kicked herself and groaned, taking hesitant steps towards him. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said plaintively.
Pembroke snapped his fingers, spreading his legs invitingly. Maddie, obeying, smoothed her skirt with a half-hearted attempt at modesty. She then lay across his lap, bending over his knees and placing her hand on the other side. Her hair tumbled forward despite the bow securing it, and her feet remained planted firmly on the ground.
“Good girl,” Pembroke murmured, his hand tracing the plaid fabric of her skirt, where it draped over the gentle curve of her buttocks rising from his lap.
He brought his hand down firmly on her buttocks, the slaps muffled slightly by the plaid fabric. Maddie squeaked and jerked upwards in pain.
“I want you to count each spank, I will decide when we are done,” Pembroke said gently.
One,” Maddie gasped, still reeling from the impact. Another spank. Another short grunt escaped her lips. “Two.”
“Now,” Pembroke said gently, “on just your knickers.” He pulled her skirt over her bottom and onto the small of her back. Another spank, this time heavier, landing squarely on the cotton of her panties. A sharp squeak of pain followed. “Three.”
Another spank on the side of her buttock. A squeal from Maddie. “Four!”
“Just one more, this one on your bare bottom!” he declared, pulling her panties down. As the cool air hit her buttocks, Maddie’s head shot up in embarrassment. But the moment was shattered by the sharp crack of another spank, this time landing directly on her bare skin, turning her bottom a deeper shade of red.
“Five … AAA!” she cried out.
“Now…” Pembroke drawled, his hand trailing casually over her bare buttocks, relishing the vivid red of the welts and the heat radiating from them. “Have you learned your lesson, Maddie? Do we need more?”
“I-I have learned my lesson … Daddy,” Maddie gasped, hoping for an end to the pain.
“Good!” he pulled her knickers back on, pulled the skirt down, and pushed her up by her chest and smiled as her hands went to clutching her sore bottom.
“Now, Maddie, you said you wanted to have a pee?” he asked mischievously.
“Yes, Daddy.” Maddie was just grateful to have a few precious moments of freedom away from his grasp, even if only in the toilet.
“Good! I do too, and I really enjoy watching girls pissing, so I will join you!” Pembroke declared with a triumphant glint in his eye. Maddie groaned inwardly, her hopes of relief dashed.
Pembroke guided her to the bathroom and they both stood over the bowl. “Me first,” he said, and swiftly whipped his half erect cock out of his underpants. He began urinating, some of the stream splashing onto the seat.
“Have you seen a man piss before Maddie?” he asked her mid-stream.
“No … Daddy.” She said trying not to retch.
“Well you need to get used to cocks and everything they do” he laughed. He shook it dry, then pointed at the droplets on the seat.
“Clean the toilet seat, Maddie,” Pembroke ordered, “The paper is there.”
Maddie tried to avoid the dangling penis, liquid still dripping from it, as she wiped the seat clean. Pembroke absent mindedly ran his hand over her back, feeling her skin through her blouse, imagining her cleaning his piss in future, not with paper, but her own tongue.
“Now Maddie, are you ready to pee yourself?” he asked.
“Yes.” Maddie said dejectedly then suddenly perked up “Yes Daddy!”
“Good girl! Now go ahead!”
Maddie wanted to die. Of all the humiliating things that had happened over the last hour or so, this was almost the worst, the most degrading. She hiked up her skirt and sat down, then pulled down her knickers down to her knees.
Pembroke had not returned his cock to his underpants. Instead he was stroking it. It was soon fully erect and Maddie found herself looking straight at it as he masturbated furiously, it’s single eye pointing at her, just inches away, and his face starting to contort madly.
“Maddie, go on, piss!” He ordered.
Maddie had lost her urges but tried to force herself to please him. Clenching her abdomen, she shut her eyes tightly, trying to avoid the sight of the penis in front of her. Even so, the loud flapping sound near her face was almost as disturbing as the sight itself.
Finally, a gentle tingle signaled that she was managing to squeeze out some urine. Maddie felt a fleeting sense of relief, but it was quickly overridden by a wave of degradation and fear of what was about to happen.
The unmistakable sound of urine cascading into the toilet sent Pembroke into a frenzy. He was on the brink of orgasm. “Maddie, open your fucking mouth!” He roughly yanked her hair back, and she complied, mouth agape. His throbbing member slid between her lips and he let out a primal roar as he released his hot, sticky load down her throat.
Maddie, still gushing out piss, choked in surprise as the liquid hit the back of her throat, but the massive cock in her mouth and Pembroke’s hand on her hair prevented her from moving.
Finally, Pembroke withdrew his penis from he mouth, as the sound of Maddie’s piss grew silent. “Fuck that was amazing!” said Pembroke. “Now lick my cock clean, there is some piss and cum on it, I want you to lick it and suck it dry, and I want you to swallow the stuff I put into your mouth.
Maddie was choking and spluttering. Pembroke held her by the jaws.
“Do not spill a drop of my seed, Maddie, cough it into your hand if you have to then lick it up afterwards!”
Maddie’s eyes were streaming from shock, temporary asphyxiation and pain. She brought he hands to her mouth retching up various fluids, then obediently licked her hands clean. Then she turned her attention to his purple helmet, clear fluid glistening off it, catching the light obscenely.
She hesitated, and caught her breath, looking up past his huge hairy belly, to his face framed by his double chin, bald dome and intense furrowed brows. She stuck her tongue out, and tasted the slit on the end of his cock as he sighed. It was salty, and tasted faintly of piss. She licked harder, like on and ice cream.
“Suck it Maddie!”
She began sucking it, like she had seen so many of her school friends demonstrate. She had though of how utterly disgusting it had been, even on the best looking boys and on pop stars. Here she was doing it on a toilet to the ugliest man she could imagine.
Pembroke sighed again in pleasure as he put his flaccid cock back in his underpants. “That was amazing Maddie, now pull your knickers up girl, and I will take you back down to your room.”
Maddie was grateful for the chance to be away from the monster, even if it meant saying goodbye to the sun and the vistas of the landscapes outside. Surely there must be a way out, and if it was near the coast, surely people might find her here?
But as she sat back on her bed, in her trashy school uniform, the full realisation of what she was in for, as well as what had just happened, hit her, and she curled up in a ball on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Pembroke let Maddie stew a little longer in her room, letting her cry herself out. He deliberated what to do next. He took another walk by the sea, then took another look at the footage of Maddie’s room. She was curled up in a ball in the corner. He decided to announce his intention.
“Maddie, I will come down to fetch you in about an hour, and we will then make love and sleep together. Just to let you know, I will be taking your virginity in your pussy and your asshole, so prepare yourself.”
Terror seized Maddie as she heard the news, her cries erupting in a torrent of fear and despair, punctuated by anguished screams of ‘Noooo’.” Meanwhile Pembroke laughed to himself in the control room, Maddie’s screams only making him harder.
Pembroke prepared himself, and decided to wait just a bit more than an hour, letting Maddie torture herself in the room. Finally, he opened her door remotely.
Maddie heard the “click” of the door unlock and then the voice. “Come out and come upstairs Maddie, the doors are unlocked for you.”
Maddie’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as the walls of the room seemed to close in on her. Her chest tightened painfully, and she pressed her palms against her forehead, telling herself to breathe.
She told herself that whatever was going to happen, would happen, she couldn’t stop him. But she could stay alive, and hope that she might escape, or that someone would find her here, or visit the island. Surely someone must visit an island like this?
With a heavy heart, she left the room, walked through the open secure door and began the ascent, her steps carrying her towards the blinding light of the main floor entrance.
She walked into the main of the main floor, bathed in the warm orange glow of the setting sun, spilling through wide windows that framed the vast expanse of green grass and the endless, restless sea beyond. For a moment, the beauty of the view struck her, so incongruous with the horror of her situation.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Pembroke emerged from an adjacent room, in a Kimono robe carrying a bottle of champagne with two glasses.
“You made it,” he said, his voice smooth. “Good. I was beginning to think I’d have to come fetch you. The view really is spectacular, isn’t it?” he said, gesturing toward the window. “I always find the sunsets here … romantic.”
Maddie stayed standing, knees together and arms crossed, looking like the nervous frightened schoolgirl she was in her short skit and blouse.
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“Now, Maddie, come join me and have a glass of champagne.”
Maddie considered the invitation. Why not? Alcohol couldn’t possibly make things any worse, though she had never tasted it before.
“Okay,” she whispered hesitantly.
“Did you enjoy the spanking that much?” Pembroke smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean … Yes, Daddy, I’d love some champagne,” she blurted out hurriedly.
“Good girl,” Pembroke said smoothly, pouring her a glass of champagne. He gestured for her to join him on a high chair by the kitchen bar, both seats positioned to face the sprawling view of the window.
He raised his glass to hers. “To us,” he said with a wide smile.
“To … us,” Maddie replied hesitantly, she tapped her glass against his. Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a tentative sip. The champagne was sharp and bitter but tasted nice than the piss and cum she had been forced to swallow earlier, and but she swallowed it down. Gritting her teeth, she drank more, this time faster, as if hoping it might dull the edges of what was going to happen.
“Hmm, you really are lovely, Maddie,” Pembroke murmured, as he reached out to play with a strand of her hair. Maddie pretending to be engrossed in the view as the last of the champagne slid down her throat, wishing they would just get it over with.
Pembroke took in her figure again: her blouse revealed her bra, and bare skin peeked at her throat and stomach it was so tight and short, and her skirt had ridden up around her hips as she perched on the high chair, her knickers visible between her thighs.
“I wonder—do you fuck on the first date, Maddie?” Pembroke grinned.
Maddie stared back at him, too shocked to reply.
“I’m waiting for your answer, Maddie,” Pembroke said, his tone sharp. “There’s a right answer and a wrong one. Do you want another glass before you answer?”
“Yes please … Yes plead Daddy!” she quickly correct herself.
She soon had another full glass and drank it steadily as she felt her captor’s hand on her knee, then slide up her thigh, right up her skirt towards her groin and massaged his hand against her pussy through her panties.
Maddie didn’t want the drink to end. When it did, she had to confront the reality, the hand between her legs, his thirsty eyes on her.
“Are you going to fuck me on our first date, Maddie?” Pembroke asked, his grin cutting cruelly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice steady despite the knot of disgust tightening in her stomach. Wiping her mouth clean, she steeled herself, looking at the sea.
But Pembroke turned her face toward his, leaning in to kiss her. The kiss deepened into a passionate snog, his hands roaming over her body across her flat chest, her legs, and then unbuttoning her blouse.
Pembroke then trailed his tongue along her neck, savoring her involuntary gasp as her blouse fell open. He was determined to take his own pleasure but wanted her to feel something—whether she wanted to or not. His hand slid over her bra, then beneath it, cupping the ever so slight swell of her breasts and brushing against the firm peaks of her nipples.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” he said, gripping her hand firmly. Maddie, so short that her feet barely grazed the floor, had to shift uncomfortably to slide her butt off the high chair.
They stepped into the next room—a modest double bedroom, uncomfortably ordinary, yet steeped in Pembroke’s scent, mingled with stale cigarettes. Maddie heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. When she turned around, her stomach lurched at the sight of Pembroke—naked except for a thong. The huge flabby hairy body towered over her like a mountain of bloated flesh, his ugly scarred head atop it. Just a thin line of fabric between his legs covered his manhood.
His face suddenly contorted, twisting into an animalistic snarl, and he shoved her off her feet onto the bed. He pounced on her, seizing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress, spreading her arms wide. His massive frame bore down on her, crushing her under his weight as he plunged his mouth onto hers.
Maddie shut her eyes, bracing herself against the invasion of his tongue. It lashed angrily, an unrelenting, violent worm exploring every corner of her mouth, as if trying to force its way down her windpipe. She felt his foreign saliva dripping down her throat mingling wither own.
His hand moved roughly under her back, fumbling to open her bra but failing. Maddie’s eyes darted to his face—red with frustration, his bushy brows furrowed in rage. With a growl, he brought his hands to the front, and with a sudden roar, his massive hands tore the bra apart. Spittle flecked her face as he snarled, his control unraveling before her eyes. Maddie whimpered in terror, feeling helpless against this apelike aggression.
He opened his mouth wide and bit down on her nipple, his teeth sinking in before he began to suck—hard and relentless, as if trying to pull it off her chest. Maddie squealed in pain, her voice breaking. “No … stop! It hurts—aaaah!”
But Pembroke was past listening to her, she was just a thing now, a doll that he was going to devour. He moved to the next nipple, sucking and biting and chewing, looking with satisfaction at the slight drawing of blood as her tiny hands tried to push him off ineffectually.
“Hmm, Daddy’s fucking hungry,” he snarled, saliva dripping from his mouth as he chomped, bit, and licked his way down her body. His tongue attacked her belly button with feral intensity, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake.
Maddie stroked her nipples, half in pain and half recovering from the sensation she had never had before, of having her small tits played with. She writhed but didn’t resist as Pembroke grabbed her legs, lifting them to remove her shoes and socks. He brought her feet together at his mouth, his tongue obscenely darting between her toes and dragging slickly across her soles.
He then pulled off his thong, revealing his engorged cock, standing at full attention as if aimed directly at her. His gaze lingered on her light, delicate frame—lily-white and fragile, with only a thin skirt and thong separating him from his version of heaven. With a theatrical flourish, he reached down, unbuttoned her skirt, and flung it across the room.
“Now for my main course,” he growled, his eyes fixed between her legs on the little white triangle of cotton. His hands slid to her hips before wrapping around to grab her buttocks, lifting her slightly. With a primal hunger, he pressed his mouth firmly against the gusset of her thong, inhaling her through the thin fabric.
Maddie looked up at the plain white ceiling, her body now covered in his saliva, and his tongue now fighting to get into her pussy. She didn’t resist, just one hand rested on his bald head, the other pulled at her own hair as she tried to deal with the feelings pumping through her.
Pembroke ran his tongue along the insides of her thighs, savoring the impossibly smooth, soft skin that made him want to linger forever. Gripping her legs, he lifted them high and slipped off her thong, stretching the elastic as he pulled it up her legs and over her ankles. With her bare pussy exposed, he dove back down, his mouth eagerly claiming the delicate labia, licking the folds until they opened like a flower. He held the lips apart with one hand and slowly inserted his index finger.
“Ohhhhhhh” Maddie brought both hands to his hairy shoulders, grabbing the coarse hairs and crying in pain. Pembroke brought his tongue up to find the hood and flicked his tongue at it until it revealed the small button underneath, peeking out. As he nibbled and sucked on it, Maddie’s body arched up from the mattress like a bow drawn back to its limits.
He knelt back, his eyes fixated on the adorable girl’s face, twisted in a mix of shock, pain, and reluctant pleasure. Feeling the wet warmth and slight give of her pussy, he positioned his dripping, rock-hard cock.
“Here it comes, bitch,” he snarled, animalistic now, discarding even the pretense of her name.
He pressed his cockhead against her small opening, gripping the backs of her thighs and pushing them toward her chest. Her buttocks lifted off the mattress as he angled her body, positioning her exactly how he wanted.
Maddie was in agony as her tender young vagina stretched around the foreign invader. Stop! It’s too big!” squealed the teenager. Pembroke ignored, shoving his cock deeper into the girl’s unexplored depths. He pushed until he bottomed out against Maddie’s cervix.
“Please, it hurts” moaned Maddie weakly as the tears ran down her cheeks. But as her girlie secretions and virgin blood oozed into her channel, Pembroke’s huge thick cock began to slide more easily inside her. He began pumping back and forth rhythmically.
After minutes of crying, Maddie began to move her hips to meet the thrusts of her rapist. Her lips parted slightly, and her glassy eyes drifted to the side, staring blankly out the window. Finally, Maddie’s head thrashed from side to side as an orgasm wracked her small body.
“You love it! You little slut!” marvelled Pembroke as he groped her thighs and breasts and kissed her lips. He pulled his cock out, and ran his finger along the sticky mess of her pussy lips, and scooped it into Maddie’s mouth with his fingers.
“Taste yourself, you little whore” he sniggered. “Now, I want to cum, can’t get you pregnant though, at least not yet, so your asshole is next!”
He lifted her bottom higher, scooping her up with his hands. Leaning in, he ran his tongue over her glistening pussy before lowering his mouth to the small, puckered anus just below.
“Hmm, just as tasty,” he murmured with a satisfied grin. He began rimming the tiny hole, his tongue tracing slow circles around the wrinkled ring. He felt it tremble under his touch, contracting and releasing with each movement.
Maddie moaned and groaned, her mind reeling in disbelief that someone would want to lick her there—her asshole. Yet the strange combination of wetness and the rough hot texture of his tongue felt oddly strange, and … interesting.
“Uhhnnnn,” moaned the teenager, biting her lips.
When it was good and wet, he slid a finger into Maddie’s virgin ass. He brought his tongue up again to her pussy and licked again and feeling both her holes being attacked made her eyes fly open in surprise, as she struggled to accommodate the finger inside her.
After a minute or two he drove in a second finger. This time, Maddie screamed. “No, it’s too much! It really hurts!”
Withdrawing his fingers, Pembroke hokked and spat at the now slightly winking asshole. He got up, and forced his cock against the hole, pushing downwards as he pushed Maddie’s buttocks up further, she was now almost folded over, her knees against her ears.
“Open up, you cunt” Pembroke snarled with passion as he gritted his teeth, pushing and pushing until he felt the subtle, wet squelch as his cock pushed past the taut ring of muscle and Maddie’s asshole was deflowered with a soft, almost plopping sound.
Maddie roared again, her back arching up once more, as she let out a guttural scream which reverberated around the whole house she felt her guts being rearranged and her ass burning by the huge cock pulsating deep inside her ass.
“Take it Maddie, you’re doing so well, take my cock!” He thrust his cock in and out, as fast and as hard and deep as he could, his balls slapping loudly against her skin each time. A desperate staccato grunt of agony escaped her mouth with each pummelling of her ass.
He brought both hands to Maddie’s throat, pressing down gently at first. Her hands shot up instinctively to free herself, but they were no match for his grip. Soon, her tongue flailed from her mouth as she struggled to draw a breath. Her ass loosened noticeably on his cock as her face began turning red and her eyes large.
Pembroke knew he could kill her here now, and no-one would know. He had absolute power over her. But he gently released her throat and after a few more thrusts, he could not stop himself but moaned loudly as she shot a load of cum deep inside her.
Gathering his breath and wiping sweat off his brow, he pulled his cock out with a loud squelching sound. “Maddie, don’t just lie there, come lick and suck my cock clean!” he commanded.
Maddie was lying on her side now, her hands between her legs, massaging and cupping her private parts, both leaking juices, slime, cum and blood, all of which were also streaking Pembroke’s cock.
He brought his cock up alongside her face and held her head up, tears dripping sideways off her eyes.
“Look at my cock Maddie, look at the things that are inside you now, including my cum, come on, suck and lick it off!”
He straddled her face and yanked her head up by the neck and pushed it inside her mouth. Maddie tentatively licked it like a lolly pop, until he slowly pushed it right inside her mouth, and into her throat, gagging her.
She retched and coughed and clawed uselessly at his arms and buttocks, but he slowly pushed further, looking at her panicked eyes, interested to see how deep he could push it into her throat. He finally pulled it out and she coughed herself up, one hand between her legs now and one hand around her throat.
“That was wonderful Maddie, you lost virginity in all three of your holes, how did it feel?” he asked her.
Maddie avoided his gaze, her cheeks burning with shame, as well as pain. “I … I don’t know,” she mumbled, her voice trembling. She felt a lump in her throat as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions—fear, confusion, and something she couldn’t name—before finally whispering, “It … it happened, I guess.”
He ran his hand appreciatively over her body, back and forth like polishing fine wood. “Thank your Daddy for raping you.”
“Thank you Daddy” she said softly.
He lay down beside her, pulling her into a tight spooning embrace. His large arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, his body pressing heavily against her. The fat from his shoulders and stomach spilled over her sides, his weight enveloping her completely, while her head rested beneath his chin.
“Time for some rest, little one” he kissed her on the top of her head. “We will go again, once my cock is ready again.”
Pembroke dozed off contentedly, his heavy snores filling the room. Maddie lay awake, her eyes fixed on the growing darkness outside the window. The rhythmic sound of the waves mingled with the pungent scent of his body and the lingering musk of sex, wrapping around her as she silently stared into the night.
Some of it had felt good, despite the pain. But the overwhelming shame swallowed any trace of pleasure. He had taken her innocence, stolen something she could never reclaim. She knew, deep down, that she would never experience sex the right way—ever again. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks as she prayed desperately for her parents to find her, to take her away from this nightmare.
Maddie woke up feeling sore, her body aching. Her face was pressed into the coarse, hairy chest of “Daddy,” her head cradled on his arm. His other arm rested across the side of her face, and her nose brushed against sweaty chest hair. The stench of his sweat lingered around her, enveloping her in a suffocating cocoon. His heavy thigh was draped possessively over her hips, pinning her in place.
She didn’t want to make a noise, to wake him up again. Twice more during the night, he had woken up, and immediately fucked her again, cumming over her face, and in her ass again the next time. Each time her holes had been mercilessly pummelled. She now squeezed her legs together, trying to ease the pain down there.
Maddie hated being here. But she knew that if she didn’t breathe too loudly, she might avoid waking the monster which was worse. He stirred, rolling onto his back. The sheer mass of him shifted like a grotesque wave, rolls of fat reminding her of Jabba the Hutt. The motion dragged her with him until she found herself sprawled on top of him, trapped once again in the cage of his heavy arms.
She stared down at his immense jowls and double chin. Hot, sour breath escaped his slack mouth, snoring around crooked, yellowed teeth. His massive hand slid lazily down to her bottom, nearly engulfing both cheeks as it idly toyed with the line of her crack, all while his eyes remained firmly shut.
Her small, fragile frame barely disturbed him. She rose and fell with each heaving breath of his stomach, like body surfing on a wave.
After some time, his eyes opened and he smiled at the angelic teenager looking back at him.
“Morning, Maddie. How are you?” he asked, sniffing loudly, his voice thick with sleep.
“I’m sore … Daddy,” she replied, hating herself as the demeaning word left her lips.
“All girls feel sore after their first time” he yawned. “But I’ve broken you in, so you should get used to it soon. It’s gonna be your whole life from now on, so you’ve no choice but to get used to my cock.” He licked his lips, and pulled her up, kissing her on the mouth. Maddie still tasted divine, whereas Pembroke tasted revolting.
“Now, the holes between your legs, I can give you a break there, but there’s nothing wrong here, kid is there” he said raising a sleepy eyebrow as he worked two fingers into her mouth.
Maddie looked dumbly back at him, her mouth ridiculously distended by his fingers moving in and out, side to side. “Now, one thing I didn’t get much of last night was your mouth really working on my cock. Morning blowjobs are something I really like, so get that ass down there now and work my cock and balls with your mouth.”
“Yes Daddy” Maddie knew better than to argue. She scooted down, pushing herself down with her hands on his vast expanse of flesh, until her face came up against his hard penis. It was huge, about nine inches, thick, framed with gnarly grey pubic hair, ending in two large balls building out of their sacs, flecked with hair at the base, and a large throbbing glistening purple head at the tip which was pointing to his belly button.
“Lift it up and start with the tip,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “Take it slow—don’t rush yourself. Try to get your nose all the way to my skin. It might take a while, but don’t worry, I’ll let you figure it out on your own this time. No need for me to push you down.”
Maddie licked her lips, swallowed hard, and wrapped her small hand around the base, her fingers barely able to encircle it. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the bulbous head and the glistening slit, before opening her mouth wide. With a deep breath, she guided the head past her lips, letting it stretch her jaw as she slowly moved down, taking it as far as she could, feeling it fill her mouth completely.
Pembroke closed his eyes, enjoying her attempts his hand lazily stroking her hair. He had done it, for all he knew, on the mainland he was a wanted man, on the evening news, as a suspect in Maddie’s kidnapping. But nothing could take away this moment, the night he had enjoyed.
Half an hour later, he finally let her finish, though she was still nowhere near good enough to make him cum. He would train her further, and harder, later in the day. Sex and training would fill her day when he was on the island other than when she was allowed to sleep.
“Come on, Maddie, let’s go for a walk!” Pembroke’s voice was oddly cheerful as he got up, stretched, and wandered off to the bathroom. Maddie sat there, perplexed, hearing the sound of him relieving himself. Moments later, he emerged wearing a pair of shorts and tossed something at her—it landed in a crumpled heap on her lap. Her swimsuit. The same one she’d worn around Loch Ness. She stared at it, confused and uneasy, unsure of what this “walk” might entail.
“Daddy, can I use the bathroom first?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, but only if I come in to watch you,” he replied with a mischievous smile. Maddie bit her lip in despair, as the reality sank in—there was no sanctity, no privacy left at all.
———- Pembroke walked hand in hand with Maddie along the rugged shore, the waves splashing around their ankles. Maddie hissed softly at the cold water, her steps faltering as the chill seeped into her skin. Pembroke, however, barely seemed to notice now, perhaps, he pondered, it had been one of the reasons his health had somehow improved dramatically.
“You know, Maddie,” he said, his eyes lingering on her petite form in the black swimsuit, “when I saw you in that costume back at Loch Ness, I was insanely jealous. I knew I had to have you.” His voice softened, almost wistful. “I couldn’t even imagine walking with you like this—along the coast, out in the open. And yet, here we are.”
Maddie thought about how this creep must have been following her for weeks if not months. “Daddy, what is going to happen to me now?” She feared that now he had got her body, perhaps he wanted to … dispose of her. “Have there been other girls on this island?”
“Now Maddie, that is for me to know and for you never to find out!” he laughed, patting her bottom affectionately enjoying the freedom of touching her outdoors as much as he wanted. “Now, let’s go into the water for a swim.”
“But … it’s cold, and … please, I can’t swim,” Maddie stammered, with fear, as a terrifying thought crept into her mind—was he planning to drown her?
“You didn’t say Daddy,” Pembroke said sharply, his tone suddenly dark and commanding. His eyes narrowed as he leaned closer. “Always say … Daddy.”
“I’m so sorry, please … I’m sorry, Daddy! I’ll be good, I promise,” Maddie cried, as if pleading for her life.
“Good! You can start by coming into the water with me. Come on!” he said, laughing crudely. “The seawater should help soothe that battered cunt and asshole!”
Maddie shivered with cold and fear as he took her by the hand waist deep into the water, the waves coming up almost to her chin. She took deep breaths, not wondering when the monster would push her head under, and wondered what chance she would have to struggle free. Should she try to break off now?
“Maddie, I want to show you this!” he said, gripping her tightly with one arm before propelling them through the water with strong strokes. Maddie sputtered as saltwater splashed into her mouth, the sharp taste stinging her throat as she struggled to keep her head above the waves.
They got to a shallow point just ten feet out from the shore, and Pembroke allowed her to stand up, choking on the seawater and rubbing her eyes.
“Do you see this, Maddie?” he asked, standing waist-deep in the water, his arm extended as he pointed to something near the shore. It was a net of bricks, secured with a rusted metal mesh and a heavy hook, lying just at the water’s edge.
Maddie nodded, barely able to speak.
“Now, when you forgot to call me Daddy, I gave you five spanks on the bum,” he said, his tone low and commanding. “And you’ll continue to get that kind of punishment every time you forget.”
He slid his hand under the water, letting it linger as he stroked her buttcheeks through the thin fabric of her swimsuit, a twisted grin playing on his lips.
“But sometimes,” he began, his voice calm yet laced with menace, “girls are much naughtier. They misbehave, over and over again, and they don’t listen. They get cheeky, defiant … and that’s when Daddy has to give stronger punishments. And sometimes, those punishments have to get harsher. When a girl becomes too much of a nuisance, too much trouble for Daddy, well…”
He gripped her by the neck, forcing her to look at the net. His fingers pressed into her skin, unyielding.
“The net,” he said coldly, “is for a girl’s body to be placed into. Once inside, she’s towed out into the ocean and dumped—bricks and all—until she sinks to the bottom. Do you understand?” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Daddy doesn’t like disobedient girls who become a problem. Don’t make me enforce the ultimate punishment.”
Maddie trembled violently, her voice barely more than a whimper as she pleaded, “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good. Please … please don’t kill me.”
He let out a harsh laugh, his grip firm as he pulled her closer. “Kill you? After all the trouble I went through to get you? Don’t be ridiculous,” he sneered, though his tone carried a cruel edge.
Leading her out of the water and onto the damp grass, he smiled eerily. “You’ll be trained well, Maddie. But remember—if you ever end up in that net, it will be your own fault.”
He lay back on the grass and pulled Maddie down alongside him. Stretching out with a contented sigh, he said, “I think I’ll get some sun now. But your training will continue. Take my cock out,” he instructed, “suck on it—and this time, see if you can get your face a little closer to the base.” He sighed as if it were a simple, casual request.
Maddie sighed as she took out his cock again, this time seeing it was small and flaccid and sucked it until she felt it grow hard in her mouth as water dripped from her hair all around it. She longed desperately for privacy, yearning to retreat to the relative comfort of her room underground to be away from his presence. Instead, she had to concentrate on trying to reach the wet grey pubic hairs of his crotch with her nose, while she felt his hand return to her ass, his fingers trailing deliberately along the lines of her swimsuit, the damp fabric clinging tightly to her glistening skin under the sunshine.
———- Detectives MacLeod and Ferguson sat in the mess room of their Edinburgh station, surrounded by scattered papers and cold coffee cups. The Maddie McAllister case had consumed them for days, and the pressure to find answers was mounting.
“There’s no way she’s in the loch,” MacLeod said, shaking his head in frustration. “We’ve been searching for nearly ten days now. If her body was in there, we’d have found it by now. She couldn’t have just floated off—we’ve scoured the shoreline for miles.”
“I agree,” Ferguson replied, leaning back in his chair. “She must’ve been taken. But here’s the thing—she was with her parents all night, wasn’t she? And she’s fourteen, not a toddler someone could just snatch without anyone noticing.”
MacLeod frowned, flipping through a folder. “Then what about those emails? The ones about the parents? There’s something seriously off there.”
“Yeah,” Ferguson said, lowering his voice. “Too many people saying the same things—her parents acting weird, inappropriate even. And not just once or twice. It’s a pattern.”
“Naked,” MacLeod muttered, grimacing. “Leading her naked into their tent? And they’re calling it what? Helping her cope with nightmares?”
“And skinny-dipping with your fourteen-year-old daughter? That’s not bonding—it’s disturbing,” Ferguson added, shaking his head.
“And the husband,” MacLeod continued, his tone sharp. “Sneaking off to strip clubs? That doesn’t scream ‘concerned parent.’”
“Oh and the Mother again. Ferguson said, flipping through his notes. “Settling a claim of abuse involving a girl Maddie’s age. That’s a red flag if I’ve ever seen one.”
MacLeod paused, furrowing his brow. “And what about what her friends and teachers said? Maddie had been withdrawn for weeks. Barely talking to anyone, avoiding eye contact. Something was wrong.”
“Her friends said she seemed ‘scared’ but wouldn’t say of what,” Ferguson added. “A girl doesn’t just change like that out of nowhere.”
MacLeod’s expression darkened. “Sounds to me like something was going on at home.” Ferguson nodded grimly. “We need to search their house. If they’ve been hiding something, it’s time to bring it to light.”
MacLeod stood, already reaching for the forms. “Let’s make it happen. If the parents are involved, we’re going to find out.”

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