European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... Sir.” “Terrific,” Jeremiah smiled, pleased with how obedient the girl was, “you’ve clearly been trained very well. I hope when Greta’s finished training my slave, she’s just as obedient. I’m sure when I’m done, you’ll make your mistress very happy. Oh, and there are cameras everywhere so if you misbehave your mistress will find out so obey. Now let’s begin! Take off that sweater.” After giving the order, Jeremiah went back to his chair. Holly readied herself and as he sat down hooked her hands under the jumper. After being naked for so long, being clothed had been a relief even if she was dressed up like a middle aged man’s wet dream in very tight clothing. She didn’t want to be naked before this man or indeed anyone especially since once she was, the real torture would begin. But she had no choice. So she lifted her jumper as the two looked on. “Quickly, girl, get your ass over here. I want to see you stripping nice and close, you little slut.” Holly walked forward, pulling the bottom of the jumper up over her breasts with her arms crossed, the incredibly tight fitting white linen shirt stretching as her arms went over her head and obscured her face. She kept looking forward while pulling the sweater up, her face slowly revealed to Jeremiah, her pigtails finally emerging from the neck. Holding the grey jumper, she stared at the smiling man in front of her. With outstretched hands, he beckoned her to him and she shuffled forward till her legs touched his. Taking the jumper, ...

... he smelled it, taking a long deep breath before handing it to the woman. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, collapsing her onto his lap and holding her with her arse on his knee while he looked at her chest. “Come and sit on daddy’s lap,” Jeremiah said, “Look at those! That shirt barely holds them. I can’t wait to get my hands on them. Now tell me sweetie, what was your name before you came here?” “Holly, Sir,” It was amazing to hear her own name even if she said it, for the first time in days. “Holly. That’s a very pretty name. And how old are you, Holly?” “18, Sir.” “Wow, 18. Well, Holly,” he said, “I know you’ve got magnificent titties. But I don’t want to neglect the rest of that tight young 18 year old body. I mean, look at these legs.” Saying that, he ran his hand up Holly’s leg and up under her skirt to her white panties. When he hooked his finger under the waistband, Holly took an intake of breath as she anticipated his chubby fingers rubbing her pussy. After being treated like a piece of dirt for the last few days, having this man talk to her like a child was both very strange and very perverted indeed. As he moved his hand up and down her leg, she couldn’t decide what she preferred; to be talked down to like shit or patronised as she was now? He had said what he was going to do to her – that he would torture her terribly – yet he talked to her as if she were his niece at a wedding. Either way it was awful and the worst part was that she could do nothing ...