European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... skin needing very little assistance. Lucy knew she always looked good but the work the Asian woman had done just a few minutes ago was very impressive. Just as she thought this the door opened. Wearing the same long black cheongsam when she had taken Lucy out of that first dingy room, the woman who had attended her after her bath entered, looking a radiant picture of elegance and class. Once again her face showed no emotion as she walked in, her swift entry without knocking tacitly indicating that Lucy no longer had any privacy. In her hand she carried a long blue garment, the silk glistening in the soft light. She walked swiftly over to Lucy, seeming to glide over the floor effortlessly. Keeping her eyes fixed on Lucy's, she stopped inches away before handing the garment over. Lucy took the soft material eagerly. It had been days since she had been covered and, although proud of her body, she longed to recover just a modicum of modesty. "It is not becoming of a high class whore to be on display all the time," the woman said as Lucy eagerly slipped into the sky blue robe, "Instead she must allude to her treasures, showing just enough flesh to entice and no more." When Lucy had done up the robe, the woman adjusted it. The slightly darker lapels were positioned over her chest to just conceal her pert breasts. The sides of the robe were pulled over to expose Lucy's right leg up to the top of the thigh. The shoulders were pulled away so the garment just hung on the girl's ...

... athletic body who currently resembled a human mannequin. Looking into the mirror, Lucy met her dresser's gaze but got nothing from the beautiful but cold face staring back. She had barely even noticed she had been called a whore, the derogatory word a small thing compared to what she had already experienced. "Come," the woman said as she turned abruptly away, "there is much still to show you." "Excuse me," Lucy called after the woman, her voice hoarse having not spoken for many hours, "what is your name?" With an irritated intake of breath, the woman stopped in her tracks and composed herself to answer. Turning around, she looked at Lucy with such menace that a shiver rippled down her spine. With frightening serenity, the woman walked back, exuding total. She may have been only an inch taller but she towered over the cowering Lucy who stooped out of fear. Her answer was precise. "My name," her slightly accented voice speaking slowly and methodically, "is unimportant. As is yours. What you were called before you came here, what you were, is no longer relevant. All that matters now is this. Whatever you did before you must forget. This is your life now. You will be taught to use your body to please your masters and that is all you are to care about. If you do it well, you will be comfortable; if not, you will be severely punished. Now follow me, there is work to do." Feeling like a told off child, Lucy paused then slinked with bowed shoulders after the woman, out the door and down the ...