European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... life. Holly found no such epiphany but only a screech of anguish as her clitoris was bitten viciously by the clip's biting metal. This new torture surpassed the last, each new pain seemingly designed to eclipse what had gone before. She struggled against this new assault but even as she thrashed around, she knew there was no escape. Despite her efforts, the clips biting her flesh were immovable, their grip seeming to tighten with each passing moment. Holly’s eyes looked into Greta’s, no longer pleading for a mercy she knew would not be given. The German stared back with little emotion save a flicker of amusement at her captive's pain. It was still alien to Holly how somebody could enjoy another's pain especially an innocent teenager's who had done nothing to them and whose whole life was ahead of her. Something in the woman’s life must have twisted her, for she could not believe anybody could be so cruel without deep motive. Then, through the pain, Holly felt another touch at her rear, one now painfully familiar. The pressure at the tight bud of her anus was no clip but warm and throbbing, the unmistakable touch of Mehmet’s cock bearing down to sodomise her. She tightened the muscles in her arsehole instinctively, before sense returned. She could not stop her chute being penetrated and trying to do so would result in further torture. Reluctantly and with heavy heart, relaxing as much as she could, Holly submitted to the inevitable. Mehmet didn’t need a second invitation as ...

... he pushed his cock steadily inside her tight arse chute. That Hasan had already sodomised the bitch didn’t matter to Mehmet. This second hole was as tight as when he had fucked her virgin cunt. As he inched forward, the walls of her hole gripped his dick tightly, increasing its warm embrace. He had already used the girl’s flowing juices to liberally lubricate his cock so he had no problem sliding even further inside, his hands grabbing her wide hips as he pulled himself deep into her until he was pressed right up against her hot latex-clad buttocks. With his cock fully inside, he paused, his hands roaming all over her midriff, tantalisingly close to her hanging breasts. He looked at Greta to signal he was right up her and the next stage could begin. Greta’s eyes never left those of the bound girl, only seeing Mehmet’s signal in her peripheral vision. Her long fingers reached behind Holly and grasped the battery, pulling it along the ground to better access to its controls. Positioning it just behind the wooden stock, Greta was ready to deliver more pain to the poor girl. But first she had some choice words. “Is the cunt’s ass tight, Mehmet?” Greta asked, looking directly at Holly but seemingly ignoring her. “Like a glove,” Mehmet replied, a broad smile across his face, “but could be tighter.” “Does it wish to please its master?” Greta asked Holly now, the girl taking a moment to realise she was the intended target. “Yes, mistress,” came the reply. “Then we must make sure its ...