European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... shortly by a clamour of footsteps as Mehmet entered, dressed merely in a pair of boxer shorts, and carrying a small refrigerated box. Saying nothing to Hasan, he approached the sobbing girl and the gleeful dominatrix. Placing the box beside Holly’s body, his eyes fixed on the pendulous breasts that hung down, encased in Greta’s grasping hands. He was certainly a very lucky man to have had those massive tits in his hands just once and he was certain to have yet more chances to squeeze those big boobs, as well as to plunge himself deep into her various orifices. Greta opened the small container Mehmet had bought. A plume of steam rose from it as the cold interior of the box met with the slightly warmer air of the basement. Mehmet stepped over and handed his employer a pair of thin latex gloves. On a whim, the German stretched them and flicked Holly’s tits a few times, just to draw a small wince from the girl she sat astride like a horse. After slipping them on, Greta reached into the misty contents and pulled out a large plastic syringe, frosted on the outside, with a long metal spike through which the cloudy liquid inside would be injected. Moving the syringe towards the base of Holly’s right tit, Greta was set to plunge it in when she paused. What was she thinking? How could she not panic the bitch by showing her the needle that would be pushed deep into her tit flesh? With a wry smile, Greta swung her leg over the girl’s back and walked to her front again. Bending into the ...

... same position she had slapped Holly’s cheeks a few minutes ago and still smiling, she slowly brought the terrifying syringe into Holly’s eye line. When Holly saw the syringe, dripping with a mysterious liquid, she screamed and shook violently from side to side, drawing laughter from all three tormentors as her wriggling did nothing to loosen her restraints. Not knowing what was in it made Holly more scared of the syringe than she had been of the implements she had been tortured with. Forgetting its previous futility, she began to plead. “Please, mistress,” Holly cried desperately, tears streaming down her face, “please don’t hurt…use that thing…please mistress this…this cunt begs…” A familiar sound filled the room as once again Greta slapped Holly hard. The blow was so powerful it almost knocked Holly unconscious, her eyes rolling briefly into the back of her head. Even Greta was surprised at the force of the strike, though unlike Holly she was glad to have caused such pain. In truth the slap was backed by real anger, for she had become tired of the pathetic mewling that was all the tied up cow seemed capable of. At least before when they had been gagged she hadn’t been forced to hear the self pitying crap these stuck up English girls constantly spewed. “Shut the fuck up, cunt,” Greta said, her anger spilling into her voice, “it never tells me what to do. It only begs for what I tell it to. Now it better hold still whilst I stick this into its tit.” With that Greta moved the ...