European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... just below her knee, a large slit in one side running up almost to her hip. Lucy’s eyes continued the long journey up the woman’s elegant body, the figure hugging dress accentuating the athletic body lying beneath, the tight fabric tantalisingly tracing while concealing the woman’s bosom. Her neck seemed to go on forever, adding to the grace oozing from every pore. Her face was like the most exquisite figure on some priceless Chinese porcelain, her features soft and nuanced but emotionless. With her jet black hair tied delicately, a single jade pin holding the luscious black locks in place, the woman's beauty and sheer presence was mesmerising. “Come.” The voice matched the face perfectly, spoken with a practiced grace which covered up almost entirely an accent just hinted at. With that single word, in one fluid movement the woman turned and left, only her perfumed scent lingering in the dark room. Lucy was nervous. She and her friends had experienced nothing but horror in this wretched place and she expected this to be no different. That she hadn’t been personally tortured by this woman yet didn’t mean that by following her she would not be. Yet despite her misgivings, Lucy knew nothing was gained by disobeying. So she staggered to her feet, the lack of sleep and physical exertions of the last days making her weak and stiff, and left, to follow the perfumed trail of the exotic visitor. Her walk was ungainly, the prolonged masturbating of the last few hours making her ...

... pussy lips red and sore. She crossed one arm over her chest and placed the other at her crotch, trying to protect what little modesty she had. Turning the corner, Lucy saw the woman standing at the end of the corridor. It was amazing how fast she covered the ground, her eyes beckoned the stumbling girl to follow. And Lucy did, her long legs dragging along the floor as she tried to push herself down the stone hall. Eventually she caught up with the oriental beauty who silently opened a door to her right and glided through. Lucy silently followed. As the woman moved effortlessly up some stone steps. Lucy paused then wearily climbed, hoping for only a short flight given her stiff legs. Still covering herself and with a bowed head, Lucy's mind swam in an ocean of memories of what had been and fear of what was to come. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tied in very different positions, the two girls in the basement had felt the hours go very slow indeed. The stone walls echoed with the rhythm of the machine oscillating in and out of Holly, punctuated by the two victims' intermittent groans of pain and shame. The total darkness made the mechanical sound even more terrifying, sounding like a sinister laundry in a rough neighbourhood. But the two teens weren’t interested in how their torture chamber sounded, focussed as they were on the pain racking their bodies and the fear and depression consuming their minds. Olivia tried to keep quiet to ...