European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... straight into Lucy’s eyes, “how do you find your new surroundings?” Lucy didn’t quite know how to respond. Last time she had been expected to say ‘mistress’ and ‘master’; was that still expected? And if she said “yes”, did that consent to everything that had happened? She felt that agreeing she had been comfortable since leaving that dungeon would validate everything done to her. Yet though not wanting to give this evil woman any satisfaction, she couldn’t return there. She flash remembered having to watch Holly being whipped and double penetrated and then the sight of the poor woman being thrashed with those huge bamboo sticks followed. Lucy was never going to be in that situation. Even if she was the one torturing those poor women, even her friends, she would prefer that to being on the receiving end. “They’re very nice,” she said, then through gritted teeth, “mistress. Thank you.” “You are welcome but you need not call me mistress anymore. You are much better than the cunts you came with. They are worthless, you are not. Do you know why you were chosen?” “No,” Lucy said, flinching slightly at having her friends referred to as ‘cunts’. “Because I saw you could be a very good, high class whore. And that you have a natural aptitude for inflicting pain. Do you remember fucking that big-titted bitch while beating her fat udders?” “Yes,” Lucy hung her head in shame as she remembered what she had been forced to do to Holly. “Do not be ashamed,” Greta chuckled, “the snivelling ...

... cunt deserved it as you’ll see in time. And her screaming as you paddled her was delightful. You obviously enjoyed it as well for you came very hard all over her face after. You would probably enjoy what is being done to her now even more.” As Greta described her past actions, Lucy held back a tear, knowing she was right. While pounding Holly’s pussy, swinging the paddle hard into her friend’s soft breasts, Lucy had indeed been highly aroused by her high-pitched screams, grinding her pussy into Holly’s pretty face when she came. Lucy knew their relationship, if they ever escaped, would never be the same and, thinking about the terrible torment her friend could be suffering now, she felt immense sadness flood over her. “It is alright,” Greta continued, “you will now get the chance to inflict pain once again. I know you do not think you want to but soon you will enjoy it. I will give you some tips.” Lucy could only stare, her mind numb with the perversity of it. A woman who had kidnapped the three friends and horrifically tortured them in that dungeon, who had forced Lucy to cause a friend terrible pain, now spoke to her as if she was not only a human being but an accomplice. But so much had happened in the last few days that even this strange twist barely surprised her. “The first thing you must always remember is that you do not have a choice. You may have been saved from the fate of your friends but you still belong to me. You are mine to command, to do with as I see fit. And ...