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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

this stage of the process she needed something more. She had not planned for this, hoping instead Olivia’s tongue would be healed and could be used for its intended purpose, and the feeling of not having everything under complete control frustrated her immensely. She tried not to show it lest the two Turks see her as anything other than the calm and collected persona she tried so hard to project. Her practised stride masking her inner frustration, Greta stalked the darkened edges in the room, searching for inspiration. Her dungeon was lit so that those in the middle, her victims, couldn’t see beyond but there was sufficient light once beyond the bright glare to see a glorious and terrifying sight. Along the walls were racks of torture devices; whips, crops, manacles, cuffs, dildos, etc. Anything one could imagine in a dungeon was there, mounted along the wall or in boxes on the floor. Greta searched through her mind for the ideal device to inflict the requisite level of pain or humiliation on the poor bound girl. As she looked at the various items, she had flashbacks to each time she had used them on some slut, their faces twisting in agony as they endured Greta’s wrath. Hasan ran his cock head along the cleft of Olivia’s cheeks, her puckered hole just begging him to force his massive prick inside her. His dick twitched in anticipation and it was all he could do not to ram himself into the pretty little bitch. Greta really was taking the piss, making him hover over the girl ... without being able to penetrate while she chose some implement of torture. In truth he didn’t care if Greta was hurting Olivia, all he wanted was to feel the tight grip of her arsehole around his cock as soon as possible. But it was all part of Greta’s routine, to show her total control of both him and the girl. It was a transparent ploy and while it might strike fear into the pathetic girls they bought in here, it didn’t effect him or Mehmet. Yet he owed the woman who owned this place a great debt, given the unholy enjoyment he got out of her generosity. So though frustrating to have such a tight hole in front of him and be unable to plough it, the price was worth paying. Greta could sense the frustration radiating from the table but it didn't perturb her as she searched for the perfect accompaniment to Hasan’s buggering of Olivia. Although Olivia’s new tongue couldn’t pleasure Greta, seeing her slave's pain filled eyes would give her plenty of joy. And now she knew what would be perfect for the spoilt little bitch. A corner cupboard had exactly what she needed and Greta now relaxed; with a plan, she was back in control. With her trademark purposed stride, the leather clad woman opened the cupboard, revealing inside a large candle, a small glass vial of oil, matches and a small metal pan. Impatient to begin, Greta took the matches and lit the candle. In the central bright light, Olivia did not know what Greta was up to in the corner. When the lights suddenly went out, Olivia ...