European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... no warning hers was next. As a few women glanced round, curious that no-one came forward, Lucy stood. Though she had seen many women leave, she panicked and for a second confusedly looked round for any clue as to where to go. Regaining her composure, she started for the door, striding to project confidence. At her approach, the door opened and she walked through. As it clunked shut and her eyes adjusted to the darker corridor, she heard a familiar and terrifying voice. “Walk straight forward,” a calm German accent said over a speakers, “then take the second right.” Lucy didn’t hesitate for she knew Greta was capable of anything and so walked quickly, her eyes fixed on the right hand side, walking past one corridor before turning at the next, her number slip still clasped in her hand. She paused and was soon told what to do next. “Go forward then take the stairs on the left then through the door and along the corridor.” Walking forward, Lucy climbed the staircase, all the while wondering how the two women who had previously led her through these corridors knew their way around such a labyrinth. And going up stairs in high heels was not easy. Forced to notice the stairs, she saw the stone steps becoming less uneven, more finished. On reaching the top, she pushed against a door – and entered something bizarrely normal, a brightly lit corridor more appropriate to a high rise office building with paintings on its whitewashed walls and floored with an expensive wooden laminate. ...

... Slightly stunned, Lucy walked down the corridor to an open door on her right. Looking in, she saw a heart-sinking sight. “Hello,” Greta smiled, “I trust you have been comfortable. Come in.” and turned back to her computer. Lucy slowed, desperate not to go in and face her tormentor but equally desperate not to piss off the crazy blonde woman. Caught between, she hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she had to knock before entering. “I said come in!” Greta was still working at her computer but sounded more than a little impatient. Walking in, Lucy’s mouth dropped as she saw how luxurious the room was. She didn’t know that just fifty minutes ago her best friend had been here, marvelling at the same things and the same woman. Had she known what had happened to Olivia, she might have tried to escape but there was nothing to see except luxurious appointments and the suited woman at the desk. “Take a seat,” not looking up from her laptop. Sitting in the chair in front of the desk, Lucy looked at the bony features of the woman who had captured them in that bar a few days ago, remembering her in her leather corset about to begin hour after hour of torture and rape. Every pain and humiliation this woman had made her suffer flooded back and she winced. But looking now, she barely recognised that person as the one working on a computer like a normal business woman. Indeed were it not for Lucy’s own attire, this almost seemed a normal business meeting. “So,” Greta turned to look ...