European Nightmare Part V - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part V

... savagely beating a helpless and innocent girl had once been like her. Surely they didn't expect Lucy to take pleasure from somebody else's suffering? How could a normal girl like her enjoy putting somebody through so much pain? Then she remembered what she already done. How she had beaten Holly's breasts with the paddle as she fucked her. How she had ground her pussy into her friend's face just so she could cum. How she had got carried away and almost cum as she watched Holly being double penetrated and whipped. Lucy's heart sank, realising that she was already part-way to being that woman. She was no longer who she had been when she had been abducted. As she watched the woman viciously hit the screaming girl's tits, Lucy knew she was looking at her future. --------------------------------------------------------- Stepping into the small passport office, Jeremiah tried to look confident but didn’t feel it. He knew this second part of the journey could go badly wrong with severe consequences for himself. But, smiling broadly, he prodded the woman in front, nudging her toward the squat little man behind the desk. Coming in on his own personal privately chartered plane meant no crowd to wade through, no clamouring masses who might give him away. In truth this was far less dangerous than when he had left the States with his precious cargo but he was still apprehensive. He watched nervously as the blonde handed her passport to the man behind the glass who studied it intently, ...

... looking from the girl to the document numerous times. Unable to see her face, Jeremiah had no idea if she was secretly telling him something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat as the man looked over her shoulder at him, his beady little eyes behind his spectacles seemingly filled with great distrust. When the man eventually smiled and handed the passport back, he was relieved. Tentatively the girl took the document and walked to the side, leaving Jeremiah next in the queue. “Wait for me there, darling,” he called out in his Texan drawl, stopping her in his tracks. It had been a magnificent flight, truly the best he had ever had. It hadn’t started like that. Moving through the airport hadn’t been easy. If having a private jet meant he avoided the busiest part of the airport yet plenty of people could have rumbled him at any time. He knew the case of the missing college girl had received national attention and as he walked with the stunning blonde he had kidnapped, he had been terrified somebody would recognise her. He had her dressed in a low cap to obscure most of her face from a glance but when she had handed in her passport he had been almost shaking with fear. Of course he had warned her of what would happen if she tried to reveal who she really was but he knew that if she did he could do nothing about it. Thankfully she hadn’t known that and had gone along with it. Just fifteen minutes later they were on his plane; Jeremiah, Melissa and his bodyguard Tyrus with six hours to ...