European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... to her yelp as her nails scratched that soft tit flesh and her pussy rubbed Olivia’s sopping stomach. After some minutes of such torment, Greta sat back on the girl’s stomach, her hands reluctantly leaving those perky tits. “Are you warm now, sweetie,” Greta was tormenting, knowing her cunt would still be hot. “Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress.” “Would you like me to pull the toy from your cunt?” “Yes please, mistress.” “Very well,” Greta stood, leaving a large glistening patch of vaginal juices on the girl’s toned belly, “spread your legs nice and wide.” Olivia obeyed although her legs were already spread by the huge toy. Looking at the girl’s pretty pleading face, she put the flat of a stiletto on her pelvis, just above the bulge of the dildo, and bent down to slowly tug at the exposed base. Olivia’s tight lips seemed almost reluctant to let it go, so, pushing her foot down painfully, Greta then pulled, all her muscles straining, as hard as she could. Her screams wavering breathlessly as the base came slowly from her cunt, Olivia’s labia stretched so thin that even Greta thought they would tear. After thirty seconds of screaming, the widest part came out, the rest following immediately – and her scream intensified, a sound so shrill that even Greta who normally rejoiced in her victims’ most agonising screams, found it a little off-putting. Looking at what she had pulled out, she saw why and smiled. The metallic surface had small but unmistakeable scraps of her cunt. ...

... Carefully not touching the still warm metal, she inspected the small specks of pink flesh dotting the shining toy. No wonder the feisty little bitch was screaming. Greta could only imagine her excruciating pain. If her cunt wasn’t sensitive before, it would now be sheer agony if she was fucked in the next few days. Which of course she would be. But Greta wouldn’t permanently damage a new slave. It would heal in time but until then she would be in serious pain and telling her how temporary it was would miss a perfect opportunity to break her spirit. Greta walked over to Olivia, her screams having died to a sobbing whimper. “Look, baby,” Greta held it for Olivia to see, “look at the bits of your cunt stuck all over your toy.” Seeing what Greta held, Olivia gasped and very nearly fainted. The thing was apparently covered in tiny scraps of meat. Since they had not been there when forced inside her, there was only one place they could have come from. She instinctively tried to close her legs but this caused more pain and so moved her hands to cover her sex. But the damage had been done and she had no idea how severe or permanent it was. Looking at the silver thing Greta twirled in front of her, she felt as if her whole vagina had been torn out. As she whimpered quietly on the floor, Greta continued to torment her. “Well, well,” Greta was enjoying herself, “next time we play this game you need to please me a little quicker or it will tear all your snatch out. Now what do you say now ...