1. 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

    beautiful. You really are a good little girl, aren’t you? A perfect cumslut and now a perfect human candle holder. That red wax will drip all over your pretty pink cunt, making it look lovely. Now I’m going to let you rest for a bit but I’ll be back and we can put you to work. Sweet dreams.” After kissing Olivia's forehead, Greta ascended the stairs, Mehmet and Hasan in tow. Behind, the two bound girls were left alone with just the candle's flickering flame. And the hot wax. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By the sixth bar, Hanneman felt like giving up. It was well past 2am and he could barely think straight, his head spinning from booze. Looking behind the bar, he could see the staff preparing to clear up as the night wound down. This would be his last attempt for the evening and he had little optimism about the results. Like all the other establishments, he went up to the bar and asked the staff if they had seen the girls. A combination of the time and his dishevelled appearance meant the answers he received were unsurprisingly short and impatient, causing his despondency to grow. He put the girl's photos back in his folder, the area he’d hoped would be full of clues depressingly bare. Just as he was about to leave the bar for home, a lone man propping up the bar caught his attention. “Looking for those three English bitches?” he slurred, looking even less presentable than Hanneman. “The kidnapped girls yes,” Hanneman ...
    replied, slightly put out by how he’d referred to them, “do you know anything?” “Set of stuck up cunts they looked,” he continued, “gorgeous though. I wouldn’t have minded playing with them for a while if you know what I mean?” “Did you see them the night they disappeared?” the detective asked, his interest captured by the drunken man’s apparent knowledge of his targets. “Oh I saw them, sat in that booth over there. They were sat with two Turkish lads, all three of them really drunk. Can’t handle their drink, can they, the English.” “Turkish men?” Hanneman continued to press, getting excited that he might finally have a lead. “Yeah,” the old man slurred, a booze filled hiccup erupting as he spoke, “brown anyway, looked like Arabs. Those sluts were all over them, got drunk so fast. One minute they were just sitting there teasing, the next they were being carried out.” “The Turkish guys carried them out?” “Oh yeah, about to fuck their brains out I should think. One little one, tell you what…” “Did you see where they went?” Hanneman interrupted, not wanting to hear what the old pervert wanted to do to the girls. “Afraid not, they just carried the whores outside. I’ve seen one of the guys in here quite a lot. Come to think of it, I’m sure I’ve seen him working here before.” Hanneman turned to the barmaid with a quizzical look that asked if she knew anything about it. But the woman was in no mood to help. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the girls, indeed quite the opposite. When ...
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