European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... it. Its firmness showed it had been cool for hours but the ring of pink skin round that sea of red was evidence that each drop of wax had burned, if only momentarily. “Ahhh,” Greta said as if genuinely excited, “that looks so pretty! Look at it!” Pulling her golden mane, Greta forced her head up, bending her body still more. Olivia opened her eyes. She had not looked at the candle jutting from her arse and hadn’t seen the full extent of her wax panties. Now she had to watch Greta move a finger to her arsehole, now completely corked with wax, and onto the red mound of her encased pussy. Tapping a long nail on the hardened shell, she then crashed Olivia’s head onto the table. Briefly blanking out, Olivia’s eyes flashed painfully. “Very pretty,” Greta whispered, “but sadly it cannot stay like that. You will not be much good with two holes blocked, will you? So I must get rid of it. But first, that horrible gag needs to come off.” Feeling for the buckle at the back of Olivia’s head, Greta undid the tiny clasp to release the leather strap. After working the metal ring out of Olivia’s teeth, she watched her react to her mouth’s newfound freedom. As always, the struggle amused her. Acting as if she had just woken from a night of drinking, mouth dry and lips wrinkled, the teenager tried to wet her mouth then remembered what had been done to her tongue and hesitated. Discovering the surgery still allowed almost normal use, she tentatively ran her tongue round her mouth as Greta ...

... clicked her fingers loudly. “That is much better.” Greta didn’t expect an answer as she held out her hand for Mehmet to give her a small plastic baton. Wrapping a hand in Olivia’s golden mane, she again pulled her head up as she weighed the baton and swished it slowly, tantalisingly through the air. “I will not insult your intelligence and lie,” Greta said, slowly swinging the baton up, “this is going to hurt. But you can watch and use that mouth of yours to finally please your mistress.” On that, she smashed the baton into the barely visible outline of Olivia’s hidden pussy. The impact was instantly drowned by her reverberating wail of agony which Greta enjoyed immensely. Her pain didn’t end with that sickening thump for her body involuntarily bucked in response. Tied so tight she couldn’t move, this caused an almighty spasm in her legs. And her torment was far from over. For Greta, Olivia’s noise just proved she was doing a good a job, a huge crack in the wax showing the soft skin beneath. Eagerly continuing, the black plastic crashed near the first, thudding into the girl’s crotch and exploding small shards of red wax from the surface to open yet another gash that revealed more bronzed skin. Olivia scream was intense, her mind racing with images of horrendous bruises and broken bones. Her next swing squarely hit Olivia’s right arse cheek, loosening a large chunk over the base of her pussy. Flicked away by her abuser, her inviting sex was at last exposed. Mehmet watched Greta’s ...