European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... corridor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Olivia still mewled, writhed and thrashed around on the table, Greta calmly walked over to Mehmet who was just finishing with Holly. Bound in the same position, the girl had certainly heard Olivia’s torture and knew that hers was coming so Greta approached slowly to prolong the agony of suspense. Simply hurting the girls physically was insufficient, both for her business and her sadistic nature. Greta needed to torture every facet of their being until they had nothing left of their old selves. To watch a human go from being proud and defiant to an obedient and compliant husk was her greatest pleasure, and there was something about pretty young girls that made it all the sweeter. Whilst she had seen men the same, Greta enjoyed nothing more than torturing a woman until they thought of nothing else but how to please her. Then Greta could enjoy the results. As she approached Holly, she noted that despite what she had said to Olivia, the girl was actually far from fully trained. Right now she might respond, when prompted, as Greta expected her but it was only to escape further punishment. The bitch did not fully understand her situation or realise that she would continue to be painfully tortured while she retained any sense of self; in Greta’s experience such a process would take many long highly enjoyable months. Looking at the latex clad body, Greta couldn’t help but smile at how pathetic ...

... and helpless she looked. Having an arrogant big titted bitch like this so completely at her mercy pleased Greta greatly. To see girls like her walking around as if they owned the place made Greta burn with rage; parading down the street with their ridiculous melons on show, on the covers of magazines and newspapers and all over the internet squeezing them together to form massive cleavages. Every time she got her hands on a decent sized pair, even a pair like Olivia’s, Greta felt she was torturing all of them. And it felt so good. With a look, she sent Mehmet into the darkness before bending once again in front of the bound girl's face. “Now it is fed and watered, is it ready for its punishment?” Greta said cheerfully. “Yes, mistress,” Holly said without delay, her throat no longer as dry and thus her voice less hoarse. “Good. Does it remember why it is being punished?” “For cumming, mistress.” “Why is it being punished for cumming?” “Because…it was told not.” “’This cunt was told not to cum’,” Greta said impatiently, “say it!” “This cunt was told not to cum.” “It must learn how to speak properly or it will be punished again and again,” Greta said, looking up to see Mehmet returning from the darkness, “Now, we’ll begin.” With that she nodded at Mehmet who returned with various apparatus in his arms. Holly couldn’t see what was intended but it didn’t matter; it wasn't as if he wanted her consent before torturing her. When Mehmet put whatever it was on the floor, Holly heard a ...