European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... Melissa audibly gasped as her emerald green eyes locked on, her stare chilling. “So this is what you have brought,” Greta walked over, her eyes still fixed on Melissa’s, “very nice.” Melissa didn’t know what was happening but with no way to avoid this terrifying woman, she stood still as the woman came up. Though used to being treated as an object, she was still startled when Greta gripped her face, pinching and pulling her cheek as if hoping to find something amiss then grabbing her breasts as if inspecting them for some unknown sign. Even through the jumper’s thick material, she still felt the bony fingers squeeze her soft flesh. Examining her like furniture, Greta relaxed her grip to inspect the back, fondling her arse while Melissa stared into a middle distance, trying to ignore it all. Coming back round, Greta handling of Melissa’s cunt made her flinch. On Jeremiah’s sharp look, she stood still while Greta groped her pussy, probing the stuffed opening with a bony finger. Seemingly satisfied, Greta released her grip and turned to Jeremiah. “Very nice indeed,” Greta said to her friend, “tits, ass and cunt all seem in order. I am sure we will have plenty of fun with her. As for you, you will soon know how to behave.” Greta said this last with a snarl, surprising Melissa with the hatred she showed to a stranger. How could anybody refer to another person as ‘tits, ass and cunt’? But for all her many talents, Melissa knew that was all she was to these people. They had no ...

... respect for her or her achievements but only wanted hurt and abuse her. And she was sure that was not about to change any time soon. “We will get her sorted,” Greta said, ignoring Melissa, “bathed and ready to begin her lessons.” “Excellent,” Jeremiah said gleefully “Good, good. Now I will escort you to your quarters. I need to tell you some things about your entertainment. Take her downstairs.” As Greta turned, her heels loud on the marble floor, Jeremiah moved to Melissa. “Enjoy your stay, cunt,” he said gleefully, “by the end you’ll be the perfect obedient little slave.” With that, he followed Greta in animated conversation. As they disappeared, Melissa heard his fat bellowing laugh and looked at the woman, hoping to be set free. A forlorn hope quickly snuffed out. “Follow,” she snapped, “quickly.” Obeying, Melissa followed the woman and dreaded what was in store for her. With good reason. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A creaking door signalled the next circle of Holly’s living hell. Still blind, she had no idea who it was or what was coming. Not that she could do anything about it, trussed tightly, completely helpless and at the mercy of her tormentors. Clicking heels signalled Greta’s arrival and Holly’s heart sank, the tiny hope of someone rescuing her from this nightmarish horror gone. They had been missing for days; surely the police would find them. But a slim hope of future rescue did not help her situation now and as the heels ...