European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... never enjoy herself in this dreadful place. Reluctantly opening the heavy wooden door, she peered into the dark room beyond amd, with Hasan still leering at her, walked into the darkness. “Come in,” the voice was exotic sounding. Leaving the door’s relative safety, Holly felt her way further into the room, still completely blind, jumping as the door slammed shut behind her. She continued feeling her way but the more she went, the more tentative she became and the more she questioned herself. So she began to slow, looking around for any clue as to what to do. “Stop.” When Holly stopped, a light turned on, blinding her. When she shielded her eyes, someone in the room found that amusing. After adjusting, she looked around. The room was a stone basement with her standing in a circle of blinding light, its sides shrouded in darkness. Two figures waited. One was an oriental woman who, though Holly didn’t know it, had led Lucy to her new place. The woman was expressionless as if she wasn’t surprised to see a beautiful schoolgirl standing in a room. The other could scarcely have been more different. Sitting in a large luxurious armchair was an enormous man with a ridiculous wide rimmed cowboy hat who looked at the cowering Holly with a large smile on his face. Stretching out his stiff arms, Jeremiah put his chubby hands together. “Oh my,” his slow applause reverberated, “what have we here?” With his applause still echoing, Jeremiah stopped clapping to begin the arduous task of ...

... getting up, levering his panting mass of blubber very slowly out of the armchair and onto his snakeskin booted feet. Holly shuffled back as the lumbering American came toward her, beaming from ear to ear. “Don’t move away, baby,” the man had a broad Texan drawl, “I want to see what I’m dealing with.” Holly looked down as his clicking boots drew nearer until she saw his pointed toes. Grabbing her chin, a chubby hand forced her to look at him. In his heeled boots he was taller than Holly and so he looked down into her big brown eyes, smiling broadly at the girl’s pretty face. Greta had promised something special and she had not disappointed – the girl was glorious. Her pigtails made her look so cute and innocent that he couldn’t wait for her beautiful face to be screaming in pain. As for the rest of her ... his eyes went her bulging chest. Excited, he very gently pressed his palm to her sweater, his thoughts centred on what lay beneath. Pushing against the fabric, he sighed. No doubt a small part of her had hoped he wouldn’t use her as she had been used before. But of course he would. Pushing hard against her breast, her soft flesh offering no resistance, he spread his chubby fingers wide and squeezed down, squishing the pliant boob while looking into her eyes and chuckling. “My, oh my,” he was genuinely amazed, “you are very special indeed. Greta promised something extraordinary but in my wildest dreams I never thought she’d serve me something so … delicious.” Holly just stared at ...