European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... jumped so suddenly when her beaten arse touched the fabric of his trousers that her breasts almost popped completely free of her bra. Predictably showing no sympathy, Jeremiah this time forcefully sat her down. She yelped loudly, her sobbing becoming louder as pain again throbbed in her arse. Having tried to keep control all the way through, suddenly it all flooded out of her, the pain and the humiliation too much for a girl of her age and disposition to handle. Jeremiah was gleeful at her reaction. Like a father to an upset child, he pulled her to him, her head against his chest so he could smell her hair and pat her as if to comfort her. While doing this, he reached up and softly kneaded a breast. “Don’t cry, baby,” he was amused by the irony of making her to sit on her painful behind while he pretended to comfort her, “if you’re not naughty, I won’t have to do it again. Will you be good?” “Y…y…yes, S…sir…sir,” Holly sobbed. “Good girl. Now stop that pathetic sobbing, we need to get on.” Holly tried but couldn’t, the emotion of the previous few days rushing out. Sat on this monster’s knee with him ‘comforting’ her after what he had done to her while he continued to squeeze her breast, was so humiliating that she simply couldn’t stop crying. “I said, stop crying, you little whore,” Jeremiah pulled hard on a pigtail to force her to look directly at him, “don’t disobey me or I’ll have to spank you all over again. You don’t want that, do you?” “No, Sir,” Holly sniffled, the ...

... threat of another imminent spanking snapping her out of her trance. “Good,” Jeremiah said, relieved to hear the end of the girl’s crying, “I don’t want to play with a snivelling little bitch. Have you pulled yourself together now?” “Yes, Sir,” Holly said, sniffing the last few tears away and wiping her face. “Excellent,” He squeezing Holly’s tit extra hard on this, “now slip those panties off for me.” Holly tried to recover herself, slightly ashamed at being so carried away and sobbing like that in front of this dreadful man. In all her suffering, she had always tried to control herself and not give these people the satisfaction of seeing her lose her cool. These people wanted to see her in pain and distressed but the effort of denying them the satisfaction took its toll. Taking a few breaths, she bent over and pulled her panties over her knees to fall at her ankles. While she wiggled her legs to drop them to the floor, Jeremiah undid her skirt clasp, pulling it away and tossing it to the side. Now only her bra protected her modesty but that wouldn’t last long. When Jeremiah placed his hand gently against her slit, the girl gasped a little and her eyes went wide as he steadily began to rub. “You like that, don’t you? You love it because you’re like all the others, a filthy nympho whore.” With that Jeremiah forced her face toward him to look straight into her eyes then clamped his lips on hers. Holly did nothing, merely sitting there and taking this as she had the rest of her ...