European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... nicely.” She looked from Greta to the toy and then back at Greta’s raised eyebrow. With nothing to say, she looked down again at the giant glistening cone, not knowing how to even approach the task. It was clearly too big to fit inside her but with no choice, she knelt and tentatively shuffled forward until the tip just touched her pussy. And recoiled; the metal was not warm but freezing. Looking up questioningly, she was about to ask if this was really intended to ‘warm her up’ as Greta answered. “It will heat up when inside you. So unless you want me to do it for you, you need to hurry up.” Knowing Greta doing it for her would be painful, she ignored her fear of this thing “heating up” and moved her hips until the tip rested at her hole. Sniffling to prevent more tears, she lowered herself, the cold making her wince as it went in. At first it went in quite easily because of the cold metal and her dryness but halfway down, it was more difficult. Another inch and Olivia felt her walls so painfully stretched that going further would tear them apart. She tried again but it was impossible. Her eyes filling with tears at the strain, she looked at the blurred figure above her, thinking that even this woman could see that going further would permanently damage her. She was sorely mistaken. “Why have you stopped, whore!?” Greta snapped, bending down level with Olivia’s face. “Mistress,” Olivia replied, a tear running down her face, “I can’t go any further.” “Was I not clear, ...

... bitch!? I want it in your slutty little cunt! Am I to do all your work?” “No…no…please I’ll….” “Too late, you ungrateful English whore, after all I have done for you, you repay me by forcing me to do your job for you.” Grabbing Olivia’s pale pink nipples, Greta yanked down. Olivia squealed at both the pain from her breasts and her pussy being stretched still further. Even two more tugs on her breasts did not induce her to move much further down, despite significantly more pain. But Greta seemed untroubled and even smiled as she stood up, her crotch now level with Olivia’s tear stained face. Placing her bony hands on the girl’s golden hair, she slowly ran them to her narrow shoulders. And pushed. Forced down with a sudden thump, a momentary pause was followed by a blood curdling scream. Her banshee wail cutting the air, Olivia’s stretched pussy was pushed over the cone’s widest part to close up over its thinner part. But if her young supple sex closing with the entire cone inside her was painful, it was not the primary reason for her scream. Nor was it her legs being spread painfully wide by being forced down. It was the tip rammed excruciatingly into her cervix that made Olivia continue shrieking. The agony just did not decrease, the intense wave of pain lingering on and on. Indeed she screamed for an eternity of ten seconds. As this most piercing agony very slowly lessened, she stopped screaming but the continuing ache was so painful she still wept, a weeping intensified by seeing ...