European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... that not too much damage had been done to her precious sex. But as Greta once more moved her hands down Olivia's lithe back into the newly shaved area, the rush of pain returned with a vengeance. Another scream filled the air as Olivia’s frantic squirming began again. But the cloudy white hands of her tormentor had a terrible surprise in store. With her fingers still covered in liquid, Greta slid her middle finger down between the lips of Olivia’s delicate slit. Continuing her descent, the German listened to the ear piercing screeching of the captive girl, smiling as she slid the tip of her middle finger into the hot passage of Olivia’s cunt. Although Olivia scarcely believed it, the pain intensified, greater than before. It was like a fire had shot up her as Greta slid her long bony finger further into her hole. Her thrashing was now so intense that the strong bonds binding her to the table began to creak and the leather rubbed painfully against her wrists and ankles. Greta didn’t care. Instead she moved more of her hand down to Olivia’s two holes, her index finger joining her middle finger inside Olivia’s pussy, pushing as far into it as she could until it was buried up to the knuckle while her ring finger slipped down, along Olivia’s perineum until it pressed against the tight and as yet unpenetrated bud of the girl’s arsehole. With her thumb moving up to rub the liquid straight onto Olivia’s protruding clitoris, Greta’s hand was stretched like a pianist’s when she pushed ...

... into the bound teen’s virgin arsehole. “AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!” Olivia’s screech was almost otherworldly, it was so intensely loud and piercing. Greta looked up to check the girl hadn’t passed out; in all her years she had never heard a scream like it. Perhaps it was the ring gag, her newly lengthened tongue, a low pain threshold or just a love of screaming but Greta could scarcely believe what she was hearing. It was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Indeed when she heard gorgeous babes like Olivia scream in sheer agony like that, she simply couldn’t understand why so few people did what she did. Greta was stretching every sinew in her arm just to keep all her digits delivering the exquisite pain to this most sensitive part of Olivia’s body. By now the table was rocking with the force of Olivia’s struggles and Greta bent over to keep her fingers plunged as far into the schoolgirl as possible. With two fingers up her pussy and one in her arse, Olivia looked like a human puppet and with her violent wriggling it was as if her puppet master were in the throes of some violent epileptic fit. Olivia’s recently cleaned body cascaded with sweat because of her exertions but the girl who was one of the fittest and best athletes at her school still did her utmost to throw her torturer off and bring some blessed relief. Greta was amazed at the strength of the little girl, never imagining such a small frame could support such an effort and such a ...