European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... cunt and if it is bad, it can easily be destroyed. Does it understand?” “Yes, mistress,” she shuddered to think what was meant by ‘destroyed’. “Good, now get out of my sight!” Holly was about to get up when Hasan dangled a small leash in her eye line, then clipped it to the gold ring in her nose. Yelping as he yanked her forward, she followed him across the dungeon to the stairs, walking on all fours and feeling totally worthless, Greta’s constant abuse clearly working. Silently she was led up the stairs, struggling to keep pace. When she slipped and fell, Hasan barely stopped, painfully tugging her nose ring until she got to her feet to follow him. At the top, they turned into a corridor and then through a door. Dropping the lead, he closed the door. As a professional, Hasan had none of Mehmet’s problems with Olivia. Sure, he’d squeeze the bitch’s gorgeous tits, suck some milk from them and slide his monster dick between those huge mounds. While preparing her, he would embarrass, humiliate and wherever possible hurt her but he couldn’t even imagine feeling anything for her other than lust. To him she was a sex slave, to be used and abused at her owner’s pleasure. He loved playing with these girls, especially ones as pretty and well endowed as this particular specimen. And if he missed having a woman fuck him as much as he fucked her, he only needed permission to visit a professional whore upstairs. All he wanted was here and he wouldn’t throw it away for some worthless ...

... thing. So, walking back to her, he thought of nothing but the fun he was about to have with her and her monster tits. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tick, tock went the clock. Greta watched it intently. She had an appointment in an hour yet her entertainment for that hour was late and her impatience grew. Mehmet had more than enough time to clean Olivia, and for her to test drive that new tongue, he had to be HERE. Turning to the laptop on her desk, she moused over Surveillance. Perhaps Mehmet had disobeyed orders and violated the girl he had been charged with? Unlikely given his sterling service but she had been wrong about such men before. Clicking the icon to bring up all the cameras covering the house, she scrolled through to the room Mehmet had taken the girl to. It was empty. On their way presumably, but why so long? She rewound until she saw Mehmet and Olivia leaving the room later than they should have and then rewound further to see what had previously happened. Then she heard a knock. “Come in,” she turned impatiently as Mehmet pushed a naked Olivia through the door. Excited at the new arrival, forgetting her suspicion, she closed the window just as Mehmet ejaculated. “Thank you, Mehmet,” she said courteously, her annoyance disappearing, “you may leave.” As he closed the door, the tall Turk was unaware of just how close he’d come to being caught. Now alone with Greta, a shivering Olivia was surprised by what she saw. A ...