European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... avoid irritating her new wound which, though she didn’t know it, had been so expertly done as to heal quickly. Unluckily for her. The original sharp excruciating agony had reduced to a dull ache that only sharpened when she involuntarily moved her mouth. And it wasn’t just her mouth that ached. The abuse of the last few days had made her whole body sore, making her groan each time it twitched. Her breasts were bruised from being squeezed and twisted, one nipple in particular swollen and reddened. Her pussy was in continual pain. Her brutal rape when they first woke had been painful enough but each time she had been tortured there made it worse. But what hurt more than the physical pain was the psychological torment of knowing there was no immediate escape. She had already been forced to degrade herself and, being somewhat streetwise, knew very well the reason for her latest mutilation. She had watched enough porn, seen enough pictures on the internet and heard enough people talking to know why Greta wanted her to have a longer tongue. Olivia tried her best not to think about what the future held but she simply couldn’t shake the terror gripping her. Only by blanking her mind could she hold back the tears. Across the room Holly was an even more sorry case. She couldn’t help but whimper even if the mechanical clunking of the machine, rhythmically pounding her red raw pussy, drowned out the sound of her pathetic mewling. Having not been fucked at all in her first eighteen ...

... years, she had now been fucked almost continuously for the last four hours. In truth she had lost track of time, the sound of her automated rapist fading into the background. But what hurt most was not the constant battering of her buttocks causing a pattern of persistent bruising to develop with each impact but, oddly, that she had cum many times. She had tried not to but having been roundly fucked for hours she was completely unable to stop it, each orgasm coming quicker and quicker, her pussy now as slick as an oil spill from both the lube being squirted out the top of the rubber dildo and her own juices which had begun to pool on the floor beneath her. Her whole body shook with each climax, the wave of pleasure washing over her then instantly replaced with the underlying pain of her much abused body. Each orgasm was only minor, the monotonous fucking stimulating her slowly and methodically, but the constant stimulation was almost as emotionally draining as the subsequent pain. At first she had almost enjoyed it as a rare moment of pleasure in an ocean of pain. Although she hadn’t had sex before entering this basement of horrors, Holly was no stranger to an orgasm. But the machine's constant brutal fucking while bound and restrained was a far cry from the tender touch of her fingers in her comfy bed at home. She was soon dreading each impending orgasm, steadily forcing her to associate pleasure with pain. Worse was the throbbing agony of her mountainous breasts, now just globes ...