European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... syringe and, constantly looking into her captives eyes, reached round the stocks holding Holly in place to slowly slide the needle into the meat of Holly’s right tit, knowing the thick syringe would cause discomfort if not pain. Once buried to the hilt, she plunged the liquid deep into her tit flesh. Once emptied, Greta removed the needle and handed it to Mehmet, her eyes never leaving those beautiful brown saucers encased in shining black. Replacing the empty needle with a full one, Greta repeated the process with Holly’s other breast. Greta jiggled her toys once more, nothing to do with what she had just done, but because she loved how those bouncing boobs felt and how the shame each caress, pinch or squeeze of her massive tits tormented the slave. Reluctantly she gave each globe a hard squeeze before standing, her cunt now virtually level with Holly’s face, its wetness allowing the teen to see just how much Greta had enjoyed hurting her. “Have Tits fed, watered and then set up her punishment,” Greta said as she walked back across the room, “I’ll be back to play with it later.” Greta strode back to the table where Olivia was still spread out. The blood stained bandages had been removed from the girl’s pretty little mouth and a small plastic ring inserted to hold it open to prevent her from speaking and making her tongue take longer to heal. It had also made feeding her easier, Hasan currently putting the apparatus he had used back into the gloom. Olivia’s skin glistened ...

... with the water he had used to wash her, her dripping blonde hair slicked back against her head and down onto the table. Further down, Greta saw the stubble around her pubes had been shaved smooth by Hasan’s skilful hand. Olivia had been neglected as Greta dealt with her big titted friend but that was about to change as she picked up a small bottle Hasan had left on the table. “All nice and clean, baby,” Greta whispered as she stroked the bound girl's stretched stomach, “now let’s get that cunt smelling beautiful and fresh.” With that, Greta pumped the bottle to spray a fine mist on the freshly shaved lips of Olivia’s splayed pussy. It took a few seconds but, as Greta repositioned by the girl’s head, the reaction was worth it. The first sign of the spray's effect was Olivia going almost bug eyed in a combination of surprise and pain. Then came the squeal. Even with her cut tongue, Olivia’s piercing screech filled the room and she pulled violently on the straps securing her to the workbench. Her pelvis jerked up and down and her torso writhed in agony as the acidic spray excruciatingly stung her newly shaved privates. Mehmet and Greta enjoyed the sight as she squirmed futilely against her bonds, her struggles failing to assuage to agonising pain tearing across her sensitive cunt. Unable to see what the spray had done, Olivia felt sure her skin was being burned away, such was the pain's intensity, vivid images of dissolving flesh flicking through her mind. Greta knew this was not ...