European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... if you disobey, you will go straight back to that dungeon. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Lucy replied quickly. “Good,” Greta almost smiled, “if you remember that, you will be fine. Now, you may be wondering how I expect you to torture women you have never met, who have never hurt you.” Lucy slowly nodded, an observing part of her still not believing this conversation was happening. “Very simple. Find a reason to hate them. No matter who they are, convince yourself they deserve what you do to them. Whatever you think of, anything that works for you, use it. Understand?” “Yes,” she replied but she didn’t really. How could she justify hurting an innocent woman, convince herself they deserved it? Yet she had no choice. She was out of the dungeon but Greta was making it clear she still did not control her actions. Depressing and daunting as it was, Lucy had to agree. “Good. For instance, consider your one experience of your new role so far. When you were beating those big fat tits, your friend screaming while you fucked her, what were you thinking?” Lucy could think of no answer and just stared open mouthed at Greta. How could she answer? She didn’t know what she had been thinking. She’d been horny, the effects of that wicked chair having taken their toll. Still, she racked her brain for an answer. But she needn’t have bothered. “You do not know what you were thinking, do you?” “No,” she said sheepishly, expecting this revelation to be met with punishment. “That is your ...

... inexperience,” Greta said, her eyes still fixed on Lucy, “and that is why you still feel ashamed of what you did. If you had realised how much the cow deserved it, you would have made your peace with it. So that is what you must do in future. Now, are you ready to put in more work?” “Yes,” Lucy said, her eyes going slightly wide at the prospect of seeing more terrible things. “Good,” Greta said, standing up from her desk, “then follow me. We have a new American bitch. Our job is to train her to be an obedient slave. You will do exactly as you are told when you are told.” Walking round the desk, Greta gestured Lucy to stand and, not waiting, with her usual purposeful stride went out the door. As the teen rose, turned and followed, the door slammed shut behind her. Walking behind the blonde torturer, the prospect of future horrifying decisions made Lucy shiver. ---------------------------------------------- Stepping back, Hasan admired his handiwork. The figure before him was unrecognisable as the thing he had dragged in an hour ago. He thought he’d done a great job and most would have agreed. Looking at her now, no-one would ever know what Holly had been through over the last few days. The teen looked every inch the gorgeous beauty schoolboys had been lusting over for years and, dressed as she was, they would have recognised her instantly. No longer in a suffocating latex prison but dressed in almost normal clothes – well, almost. The buxom babe was now dressed as an archetypal sexy ...