European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... thrusting dildo, “scream. Scream, you little whore. You wanted your cunt stuffed and now you’re screaming about it. Ungrateful slut.” Striking his paddle against her dangling tits, Jeremiah then walked round trailing it along her back to see what was causing all her pain. On seeing Holly’s plump pussy lips stretched so extraordinarily thinly around the massive phallus pumping in and out of her, he could not believe she’d got even half the massive cock inside her tight teen pussy. He looked at her perfect tits which even hanging down were still pert, almost impervious to gravity, quivering like jelly with each painful thrust and tortured scream. Grabbing them hungrily, he squeezed the soft flesh between his hands. “Do you know what, Holly?” Jeremiah said as he bounced her tits in his hands, “Beating those giant tits has made me quite thirsty. I need a drink. And you’re about to give me one.” She hadn’t heard what he said over the pain in her pussy and scarcely felt him releasing her tits to pick up a small table and a large bowl from the corner. As her hoarse wavering high-pitched screams continued each time the tip rammed into her, he put the bowl on the table just below her quivering tits. Then, taking the soft flesh of her huge hanging breasts in his hands, he whispered in her ear. “Time to treat you like the cow you are,” Jeremiah said gleefully, “I’m going to milk you, girl. How does that feel, cunt? I’m going to milk you like a fucking cow. You’re no innocent teenage ...

... girl but a fucking cow who’s going to feed me. Now stick out your fat udders so I can milk you!” Even through the pain of her rape, Holly heard what Jeremiah spat into her ear. When Greta had shown Holly her lactating breasts, she had known this could happen but hadn’t anticipated the intensity of the humiliation. That this horrible man even touched her breasts was bad but milking her was worse. Squeezing her soft flesh, his chubby fingers closed on her swollen nipples and then, as he squeezed and pulled down, came the distinct sound of liquid hitting the ceramic bowl. “Whoosh!” Jeremiah said as two white streams squirted from her tits, “Look at that! I’m milking your big fat udders, Holly! How does it feel, baby, squirting milk like a cow? Moo, whore, moo!” Cackling loudly, Jeremiah worked hard to squeeze more milk from her luscious tits. Holly was too busy screaming to moo. As he pulled her breasts down, she felt it slightly uncomfortable but not painful. But the psychological pain was very real, the humiliation worse than she’d ever experienced. Overwhelmed by both the pain of her rape and the shame of being milked, she sobbed loudly between squeals. Jeremiah couldn’t stop smiling, her pathetic cries amusing him as he worked her tits like udders, pulling down on her nipples and watching the streams of milk fall into the bowl until it was almost full, her swollen nipples just inches from the frothing surface. Giving her tits one last squeeze, he reluctantly let them go, a few ...