European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... ordeal. As he forced his tongue inside her, he forced a finger in her pussy, figuratively raping her in two holes. After a minute of moaning into her mouth and finger fucking her he stopped abruptly. “But you’re not here to have your pussy rubbed. Get up!” Shouting, Jeremiah abruptly took his hand away and bounced her off his knee. Holly wobbled slightly on her feet and when he spanked her hard, squealed and leapt forward, her red arse staring tantalisingly at her tormentor. Jeremiah couldn’t resist kicking and sent her sprawling to the floor. As she lay there, he struggled to his feet. “I said get up!” Jeremiah barked, hiding his pleasure at the girl’s struggle to get up, “Don’t disobey me. Stand up straight over there and push those tits out!” Holly scrambled forward slightly on her hands and knees before getting to her feet. She slowly turned and looked at Jeremiah, the patronising father look having given way to a look of rage. Terrified at what he might do when angry given what he had already done when seemingly calm, Holly immediately stood up straight and, reluctantly, forced her chest out. She kept her eyes fixed straight ahead and tried not to notice Jeremiah leering at her bulging breasts. “Don’t make me shout at you again!” Jeremiah barked, “Cane, please.” Holly blinked when she heard this. The woman took a long thin wooden cane from behind the armchair and gave it to him, the menacing stick looking ludicrously small in his chubby fingers. Swishing the cane ...

... through the air, he edged towards her, smiling. “Good,” Jeremiah said, his eyes never leaving her overflowing chest, “tits out. Show them off to me, Holly, you should be proud of those puppies.” Jeremiah knew that even if Holly had once been proud of her mammoth breasts, she wasn’t anymore. He knew Greta well and was certain she had tortured Holly’s big tits something fierce, her bruises evidence enough of that. Stretching the cane out, he ran it across her cleavage and his own bite marks. The spanking had been an interesting and highly enjoyable sideshow but he had really come for this. That he couldn’t do in regular society what he was about to do here was, in his opinion, a travesty. He saw so many women who deserved exactly this treatment, stuck up self important bitches who thought they owned the world. When he was growing up, women had known their place, having tea on the table when their husbands came home and spreading their legs when they were told. He remembered vividly his grandfather telling him, about how women in his day knew their place but that now they had forgotten their role was to please and look after men. That was fifty years ago and he shuddered to think what his grandfather would now make of how bitches like this one carried on. The old man would be turning in his grave. Running the cane over the bountiful breasts of this helpless girl, it didn’t matter one iota whether she was one of these women or not; to him she represented everything wrong with modern ...