European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... and sticking to her soft skin. But she had no time to warm up. Replacing the hose, the woman said “Follow me,” and turned to a stone wall. Melissa looked on bemused as she pushed a seemingly random stone, a section of wall suddenly sliding back and to the side. She couldn’t see into the hole but since the woman went through, she had to follow. Behind her, the wall clicked shut, plunging her into darkness. When a light suddenly flicked on, she gasped, terrified by the dozens of torture instruments racked on the walls. The woman, however, stopped at an innocuous looking chain hanging from the ceiling and gathered up two manacles attached to the end. “Over here,” the woman had not reacted to Melissa’s intake of horror, “quickly.” Walking forward gingerly, head hanging low, Melissa shuffled over, desperate to avoid the inevitable. To be in a place like this numbed her mind. Looking at the devices lining the walls, she wondered not only how much they would hurt but also whether she would get out alive. “Put your arms out,” oblivious to Melissa’s continuing terror. Taking both wrists in one well manicured hand, the woman pulled the chain down with the other until it was level with Melissa’s outstretched arms. Clipping the manacles on her wrists, she ensured they were tight then let go. Yelping as her arms shot over her head, Melissa was suddenly and violently pulled up with her toes just off the ground, all her weight on her shoulders and manacles digging painfully into her ...

... wrists. The woman was totally unmoved by her pained moans. “Someone will see you soon,” walking away, she then half turned, “do as you are told. It is easier.” Walking back to the wall they had come through, she again put out her hand. As before a section opened and she seemed to hang a moment in mid air before disappearing. Then, on a click, the wall once again slid shut and the lights above Melissa flicked off. Plunged into darkness, she felt she had sensed something in the woman’s voice. Sympathy? No, not quite, but something suggested that perhaps not everyone in this place was as evil as she had first thought. But that was pushed aside as she hung in the dark, wrists hurting and arms aching from her position. Only the clink of chains and foreboding memories of the surrounding torture room kept her company. ---------------------------------- After several hours, Lucy had almost blanked out the beep, just appreciating the silence and the comfort of her new home, the mindlessness allowing her to forget the horrors of the last few days. Initially thinking about her current predicament, she later moved on to things she had thought about before this nightmare then to nothing at all. But this perverse idyll was about to end. On another beep, she glanced cursorily at the numbers, expecting only a brief look before again mindlessly whiling away the time. She gasped when she saw “64”. The numbers hadn’t been in any order, flitting wildly from single digits up into the 90s and so she had ...