European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... the pain still stung in these most sensitive areas. Added to this was the incredibly painful stretching of her vagina as the fingers pulled it apart so much Olivia thought she would tear in two. She had put many things in her vagina over the last few years: cocks, fingers, sex toys and even the odd vegetable. But Mehmet’s giant cock had been the biggest thing she'd had and that was merely a day or so ago. Now she was feeling even more stretched and the pain was excruciating. Mercifully for Olivia, Greta decided she had stretched the girl’s cunny enough for now; the couple she was saving Olivia for would love a nice tight hole to play with. As she removed her hand, she gave the girl's nether regions one last smear of liquid to cause her suffering captive more pain before, after firmly slapping Olivia’s cunt, standing up. “My my, Blondie,” Greta marvelled with genuine surprise as she walked round to the still thrashing girl, “you are a feisty one. But don’t you worry, baby, I’ll soon knock that out of you. By the time I’m done, you’ll be as obedient as that proud slutty whore upstairs and that pathetic cow over there. You’ll be a good little sex slave who only thinks about pleasing me. But unfortunately I now have to deal with Tits over there. No need to panic though girl, I’ll be back.” With that, Greta moved back to where Mehmet and Holly were waiting. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Gazing at herself, Lucy was utterly transfixed. She could ...

... scarcely recognise herself. Dripping with water, her long thin body was covered with evidence of the difficult time she'd had. Running her eyes down her body, she brooded over each individual mark. Her brown nipples were swollen and reddened atop her small pert breasts. The tanned skin of her toned stomach was covered in reddened patches where they had been rubbed against something hard. Between her legs, her pussy was also slightly red. As she turned, Lucy could see her rear and thighs crisscrossed with red lines and welts from being whipped with something over and over. Lucy stared at her reflection for a long time. She could scarcely believe what had been done to her by those three maniacs in the basement or what they had made her do to her friends. But all that seemed far in the past as she stood before the mirror freshly washed, her whole body smelling beautifully of jasmine. And her room wasn’t luxurious but it was no dungeon. There was a single bed in one corner, a toilet and sink in another and along one wall the mirror she was looking into now. The lighting was soft, the décor minimal but not unpleasant, the smell from candles burning on the bedside table more than tolerable. Looking back into the mirror, Lucy saw what had been done with her hair and face. Dark black lines framed her hazel eyes, making them look even more sultry than usual. Her hair was bound into a tight but still dripping ponytail. Her skin was kissed with a light foundation, her nigh on flawless ...