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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

and held it above the candle. “What pleases me most is watching my toys in pain. And considering you live to please me, you’ll enjoy the pain, won't you, slut?” Olivia had known some kind of torture was coming so Greta’s words didn’t shock her. Indeed her arsehole was so painful she could barely concentrate on anything else. Given the tears and the pain of Hasan slowly pulling his cock out of her bum then plunging back in, Olivia couldn’t think about what Greta intended. So she didn't notice Greta heating a small pan of oil just inches from her face. She had been told to keep her eyes open and did, watching Hasan pull out his dick until just the tip was inside her and pushing forward again to her accompanying yelp, then repeating the action, each time forcing himself inside quicker and deeper. And now Olivia heard the sizzling near her ear. Her eyes flitted across to see the candle with the pan hovering just above it just in time to see Greta take up the sizzling metal plate and hold it directly above her chest. “I can assure you this will hurt, baby,” Greta said patronisingly, “but it won’t leave any lasting damage. We wouldn’t want to ruin that beautiful skin just yet, would we?” With that, she smiled at Olivia and tipped up the plate. When the oil touched Olivia's soft skin, her scream rang out around the room. Partly anticipating the pain and from the pain itself, Olivia wailed loudly, her eyes scrunched up as if to block the searing heat. Her breast felt as if it had ... been set on fire, demoralising her with the feeling of being forever horribly scarred by burns. She was caught in a maelstrom of pain, the agonising penetration of her anus combining with this boiling assault on her tit. Which Greta increased into a perfect shitstorm by covering both breasts in the burning oil, turning them an angry red where it touched but causing no lasting damage. Olivia didn’t know that. All her existence had become a sharp burning pain in a burning ocean of friction as Hasan quickened his strokes against her anal ring. As Greta prepared to torture her upper body, Hasan’s progress into her had become easier. A combination of his precum and her walls loosening slightly allowed him to now thrust further into her tight hole. He did just that, his hands tightening their grip on her hips as he leant over to get the best possible angle. Fucking almost vertically now, Hasan sped up even more, the vice like grip of her virgin walls sending him wild with desire and pleasure. Olivia’s scream as the oil hit her tit was a further aphrodisiac, as was the sheen it gave her perky chest as Greta rubbed it over both breasts. “Lovely screaming,” Greta said, both hands pawing Olivia’s glistening mounds, “now let’s get these tits nice and oiled before I pour some more on. And I want you to scream just as you did before. Can you do that for me, sweetie?” Olivia was far too distracted to hear Greta's words. Even if she had, she could not have answered the demeaning question for ...