European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... so; she would never do permanent physical damage to one of her toys. Why would she want to ruin such a beautiful cunt? Instead the only evidence for Olivia’s writhing anguish was a slight reddening of her groin, the devilishly painful spray leaving no other mark, her desperate squealing and struggling not withstanding. Greta laughed aloud at her desperate movements, her beautiful breasts bouncing around as she moved as best she could. With her legs and arms immobilised and her head strapped in, all Olivia could do was shake her torso from side to side and push her pelvis up before bringing her firm little arse slamming back onto the hard wood. It all magically combined with the girl’s beautiful features contorted into a grimace of sheer agony. “What are you screaming for?” Greta asked whilst still laughing, her voice dripping with faux incredulity, “I spray a little fragrance on your pretty little pussy and you act as if I’d tortured you. What an ungrateful little bitch whore you are!” Of course both Greta and Hasan knew exactly why she was screaming. It was true Greta had sprayed Olivia’s vulva with fragrance, making it nice and fresh after its ordeal over the previous few days. Yet the burning pain Olivia felt went far beyond anything a man spraying an after shave on a cut might experience. For Greta had mixed an irritant into the fragrance. It did not dissolve skin like a strong acid but did cause significant pain even to fresh unbroken skin. But for Olivia’s freshly ...

... shaved, abused and naturally sensitive sex, it was agonising. Her thirst for violence not sated, Greta stroked the sensitive skin with her gloved hands, knowing this would only increase Olivia's pain. Sure enough, her delicious screams increased a few decibels, much to Greta’s delight. With smiling anticipation, Greta again picked up the bottle and, with her gloved hand positioned directly above Olivia’s already burning crotch, carefully sprayed just her gloved fingers with the liquid. The glove now dripping, Greta now rubbed it down Olivia’s midriff, coating yet more of her skin in the acidic fragrance, spreading the liquid all over her stomach and sides. Although this skin was largely untouched, the irritant was so strong it still stung, spreading the pain up from her pubic region to her torso, following the trail of the latex glove snaking even higher. With both hands now on the girl’s body, Greta rubbed her torturous fingers up the girl’s succulent breasts, pushing hard against the mound of flesh, squashing them against her ribs and bringing her slippery digits up over Olivia’s tits. Massaging the spray onto the supple globes, she took particular care to rub the torturous nectar into Olivia's proud nipples. As the intense pain in her crotch tailed off and the less stinging pain in her breasts took hold, Olivia's violent struggles lessened, knowing it would be impossible to avoid the woman who now gripped her breasts. The lack of severe pain was a relief to Olivia for it meant ...