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European Nightmare Part V

Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Cruelty, Extreme, Female / Girl, Female Domination, Hardcore, Latex fetish, Lesbian, Male / Female Teens, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Author: JoshuaJones, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

For a moment she tried to forget the situation and just enjoy the bath, knowing at any moment it could disappear back into a world of shame and pain. Sinking deep into the bath, the water lapping around her neck, Lucy slid down and closed her eyes to float away into a dream world then slid further and submerged her head, momentarily escaping from the hell she was in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Greta’s steps on the staircase signalled the beginning of the next session of torture for the other two victims. But over the din in the basement, neither Holly nor Olivia heard the click clack of the heels on the hard stone steps and so did not realise their next session of pain and humiliation was imminent. Greta chose to keep the lights off, preserving her entrance to maximise the girls' surprise and fear. Despite the dark, she knew how many steps there were and strode down purposefully. As much as she knew it was essential to run her operation as a business, spending time down here was what she enjoyed the most. It would be fantastic to see what the night had done to her little pets. Already she could hear the rhythmic clunking of the mechanical dildo pounding into the abused pussy of the big titted cow she had so much enjoyed torturing. Seeing her broken little bitch locked in those stocks would be fantastic, as would squeezing those ridiculous melons with her talon like claws. Then there was the delight of the soon to be expert cunt ... licker who she had let off lightly so far. There would be plenty of time to have her fun with the pint sized princess though; it wasn’t as if she lacked for toys. So while it was a chamber of horrors for the two English schoolgirls, it was a palace of pleasure for Greta. Stepping off the final step she walked slowly across the floor. The sounds were as magical as the sights that would soon greet her. As she drifted slowly across the floor she listened intently to the myriad of noises drifting through the room. First there was the loudest noise of all, a rhythmic bumping that sounding like a washing machine but much more exciting. What was really music to Greta’s ears though were the quieter sounds, the moans and whimpers of the two abused girls as they suffered the indignities she had forced on them. Olivia’s muffled groans were the pick of them and Greta stood over the table to listen. With her ear right next to the poor girl’s mouth, she smiled as she savoured the audible evidence of Olivia’s pain. Greta’s practiced persona was to express no emotion and smiling was a rare treat for her. Under the cover of darkness she could have a bit of fun, the element of surprise adding another twist to the plot of the girl’s torture. Fingers primed, Greta reached out and with a wide smirk, gripped Olivia’s left tit as hard as she could. Digging her talons into the soft pliant flesh, Greta listened to her whimpers grow louder. Like a conductor in front of an orchestra, Greta experimented by ...