European Nightmare Part IV

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is entirely coincidental. Contains adult themes. The author does not condone any of the actions depicted in this work. The actions depicted here are to be read only by those who recognise the moral and legal implications of these actions, and understand that this tale is purely fantasy. Please do not read if you are easily offended, or find it difficult to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Author’s Note: I would like to ask for any feedback whatsoever, it would be much appreciated. Whatever it is, be it criticisms, praises, suggestions for the characters or plot, queries or requests I would be delighted to hear them. Enjoy.

Editing Credits: D.M

Quickly dragging Lucy up the stairs to a large oak door, Hasan held the rope in one hand and pressed his thumb to a brick in the archway. With a click, the huge wooden door slowly opened and Hasan moved through, tugging the rope sharply and making a fear-filled Lucy half-run to keep up. As they moved through a long corridor, dim orange lights in medieval style sconces flicked on, until they came to a large door flanked by two smaller ones. Hasan again placed his thumb against a seemingly innocuous stone in the wall and, with a click, the small left door opened.

Inside a solitary light bulb swung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the dank room. In one corner was a solitary blanket on the cold stone floor, in the other a metal bucket. One wall had a large mirror and an alarm clock. Lucy looked into the room and then at Hasan who placed his hand in the small of her back and pushed her sprawling onto the floor. He then moved to the other room across the hallway, and came back with a long thick dildo. “You are lucky, girl” Hasan hissed, leaning through the door, “you will sleep here free while your friends are tied up. But you have job to do. Every hour you must fuck yourself. In front of the mirror. You use this.” tossing the dildo in front of Lucy. “But very important, you cannot cum. You must get right to edge but stop before you cum. We will watch you. Every hour, remember. I show you how. Pick it up.”

He came through the door and stood, waiting, while the still prone Lucy was wondering how she could pick it up with her hands tied behind her back. She stared up at him, his horse-like cock at half mast in her eye line, and shuffled onto her knees. Her eyes moved to the giant phallus on the floor. Suddenly she realised what she had to do and was disgusted by how low they wanted her to sink. Slowly she bent and, with some difficulty, grasped the thick shaft of the black rubber cock in her teeth. Once secure, she offered it up to Hasan.

“Good girl,” Hasan said, pairing the patronising compliment with a pat on the head, just as he would a dog. Then, kneeling behind her, he grabbed a chunk of her hair and twisted her face to the mirror. Lucy now saw herself for the first time. The hand pulling her hair moved to delicately brush her hair behind her ears so she could see clearly. Her hair was a mess, she noted absently, her face was the same but her eyes lacked life. She brooded over the totally different person looking back at her. Then her assailant’s handsome face loomed over her right shoulder while his left hand reached round and put the massive dildo up to her pussy lips, still open from her recent orgasm, guiding the monster into Lucy’s hole. She moaned slightly as the cold tip of the phallus passed through her lips and into her vagina, part in pleasure and part in helpless shame that she couldn’t stop being abused yet again. Using one hand to slowly inch the shaft into her cunt, Hasan ran the other up her torso to grip a pert tit and whispered in her ear.

“Fuck yourself, bitch.”

The contradiction between his gentle touch and harsh order momentarily shocked Lucy, but she quickly recovered, remembering how cruelly he had raped her arse and mouth. With his right hand securing the dildo in place, she spread her legs and slowly slid down the veined rubber till her pussy was so full that even Hasan knew it couldn’t go any further. Then, as his hand continued to softly maul her breast, she used her strong thighs to push herself up the shaft before sliding down again.

Hasan smiled as he watched Lucy in the mirror strain herself to get up and down the shaft, his fingers toying with her nipple to make it hard. The grimace of pain on her face from her exertions was softening with pleasure, the friction of the black cock irresistible despite her humiliation at how she was forced to use it. As the heat built inside her, she felt Hasan’s other hand massaging her tit, her nipple still sore from being clamped in that terrible chair. Though the strain of pushing herself up and down burnt her thighs, she continued, her pace even slightly increasing as Hasan’s hot breath on the back of her neck and the throbbing cock she felt pressing into her arse cheeks, drove her toward another orgasm. She was close and began moaning louder with each penetration until her juices coated the dildo’s shaft, praying he would let her finish before he left.

Hasan could see she was on the verge of climax but waited a little, watching her face when she was so close to cumming. She really was incredibly beautiful and before he met Greta, he would have tried to fuck her legally and with her consent. But he knew his job and he wasn’t going to let any passing fancy for this whore get in the way. Abruptly the hand massaging her left breast squeezed and twisted her nipple hard as his right hand whipped the cock from her aching pussy. Lucy desperately stretched forward to finish herself off but Hasan kept it well out of reach. The unfulfilled look on her whorish face proved he had perfectly timed his exit, her hips still bucking as she searched for that climax. He waited until she had calmed down before untying her hands and stood up, leaving her crumpled in a heap on the floor.

“Remember,” he said, watching her hands move towards her pussy, “you cannot cum. If you cum, we kill one of your friends. See you tomorrow, whore.”

With that, he shut the door, leaving Lucy lying in the bulb’s dim light. Her eyes had opened wide when he said he would kill her friends. As terrible as it had been, the magnitude of her situation kept getting ratcheted up, this just the latest of a steady stream of shocks in this terrible ordeal. She looked around and realised that all she had was a blanket to sleep under and a bucket. Crawling to the corner, she wrapped herself in the blanket, the first time she had been covered in hours. Finally alone with her thoughts, Lucy thought about what she had done with Holly so many long minutes before. She knew she had had no choice but to obey, but it had still broken her heart as she pounded in and out of her friend, each time crashing the paddle onto Holly’s chest. A crushing hopelessness filled her. The long corridor, the sophisticated gadgetry and practiced moves of these people indicated a serious intent. Both she and her friends were in deep trouble. She looked at the dildo in front of her and then to the alarm clock. It had no hour hand but the minute hand showed another half hour until she had to humiliate herself for their pleasure. She felt at a complete and utter loss, her pride now reduced to nothing. But, having realised that, with characteristic strength, she just curled up in the blanket and closed her eyes.

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He almost cried as the woman in the sharp black suit told him, sternly and with little compassion, that he no longer had a job at the bank. She’d tried to be compassionate, although she suspected she hadn’t convinced him. After detailing his severance package, she apologised, shook his hand and invited him to leave. After he left, she sank into her chair and looked over the monthly accounts, checking for any glaring discrepancies. Though nominally the bank’s chairperson, she really only came in when it suited her. Today was just such a day, for she felt having her face seen would be useful even if she was sure she was under no suspicion. In truth, her mind was elsewhere.

Greta’s thoughts were focused on the three young women she had in her basement. Flicking her mouse, she brought up the news article she had been reading where those same girls stared at her, their beautiful faces accompanying the latest news of the investigation to find them. As she read what their family and friends in England said of them, she smiled and her hand drifted to her crotch. Continuing to browse, she not only relished the pain she had and would cause but sought to track the investigation whose last information was that they were in a bar. But neither Mehmet or Hasan were mentioned. She would send Hasan to his bar job that evening to give a statement to any police sniffing around. Avoiding suspicion required keeping up normal appearances. In time, she could muddy the investigation, updating social networking sites, sending text messages and the like. But it was too risky just now and she was too preoccupied with the best part of her job, breaking in the fresh talent. In truth they were desperately needed. Her stock was becoming stale and she knew her clients would soon think the same. Her employees hadn’t been pulling their weight either, having not procured anything decent since those Czech bitches three months ago. It had all been a bit depressing and these new additions had breathed fresh life into her. So, since she wouldn’t be picked up for another hour, Greta looked at the computer screen and settled down to enjoy herself.

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Olivia woke from what could barely be described as sleep, her face still buried in Holly’s pussy. She had no idea how long they had been bound like this because she had been constantly slipping in and out of consciousness but it had surely been hours. They’d tried to talk as soon as they were alone but it had not worked. Her face had been forced so deep into Holly’s sex that all she could do was move her tongue against her lips. A similar response from Holly had created muffled sounds not resembling speech at all. So they remained silent, their bodies stretched tight along the table. Olivia tried to sleep but it was impossible not to remember the scenes of the previous hours. Her nipples were still sore from the clamps that had bitten down on them, her pussy was still sore from her chilli torture, and her whole body ached from every blow inflicted during her ordeal. Since they had lined her up on Holly despite her shorter frame, her body, arms and legs were stretched tight. And with each passing hour, the pain grew greater and greater.

But whatever Olivia’s pain, Holly’s was worse. She too was stretched on the table, her arms and legs pulled to their limit. She too was sore all over from her captors’ tormenting handling. But the main source of pain were her breasts which felt sore enough to fall off. Her nipples throbbed with pain, the silver rings pressed into Olivia’s body causing her exquisite agony. With every subtle movement of either of their bodies, an explosion of pain coursed through Holly’s globes. It wasn’t just her nipples either, for the entire surface of her breasts had been beaten so hard that just the pressure of Olivia’s body caused terrible pain. Moving further down, her pussy ached as well. After Mehmet and Lucy had fucked her previously virgin cunt, a dull throbbing pain emanated from her sex which even Olivia’s soft lips resting on her pussy couldn’t solve. If Holly had any tears left she would have shed them. Instead she stared blankly into the dark and tried desperately to sleep.

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The ringing alarm echoing loudly around the small cell woke Lucy instantly. For the third time since she had been in here, she stood up and walked over to the large wall mirror. Sitting down before it, she spread her legs, exposing herself entirely, and stared into her pussy as she picked up the dildo in her right hand while her left slowly rubbed her clit. Slowly she lifted the heavy toy and put it at the entrance of her pussy. Despite being well on the way after two rounds of this, she still rubbed her clit to lubricate herself and then steadily pushed the dildo into her vagina. As she inched the shaft up her hole, she continued to rub her clit and soon felt her sex tingling, hardly surprising given how warmed up she was. But she kept her eyes fixed on what her hands were doing, not wanting to look herself in the eye while she humiliated herself for their pleasure.

The heat in her loins grew stronger as one hand pumped the toy in and out while the other rubbed her sensitive clit with greater intensity. Despite her situation, she hadn’t changed much and still enjoyed the pleasure washing over her. As the speed of her hands increased, her body remembered playing with herself, so much so that she almost forgot where she was or what she had to do, closing her eyes and making increasingly passionate moans and groans, imagining herself home as if nothing had happened. But she knew it couldn’t last and as she reached for her climax she slowed down, the fingers on her left hand moving reluctantly away from her clit while her right slowly withdrew the dildo from her hole. She had made sure she sounded convincing, as if she had brought herself right to the very edge of orgasm. Lucy’s hand shook as she took the dildo from her body and placed it on the floor beside her. Taking a moment to compose herself, she looked down between her legs at the large puddle on the floor, evidence that she was doing what was ordered. Her eyes slowly moved from the floor to the mirror, looking first at her open pussy lips before checking her body and her face. Her face was still beautiful, her features sharp, even if the puffiness of her eyes and cheeks showed she had been crying. One thing had changed; her eyes now stared back with a certain hardness. She knew her captors thought they had broken her by turning her on her friend but the opposite was true. She was as determined to get out or to mentally resist as she was at the beginning. But as the most intelligent of the trio, she had realised very early on that she could only do so by appearing cooperative. She was convinced that she would not break no matter what they did, biding her time until an opportunity came. So she kept up her humiliated persona as she crawled over to the blanket, part acting frustrated at her lack of climax. As she tried to get comfortable beneath the inadequate cover, she gave a little hidden defiant smile.

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Greta stared blankly through the window as her car drove through the first of the castle gates. She had been thinking about her toys all day and the ride home was no different. Although she seemed to be in total control of her actions and of planning out the entire scenario beforehand, in truth she made up much as she went along. She knew the basic steps and psychology of how to break girls but it was more fun to improvise on the process. This was especially true given how different the girls were. It was almost beyond belief that she had found three such beautiful girls who were so different, physically, emotionally and mentally. She knew how she would break each one for she knew each one’s personality and limits, but what she didn’t know was how far along each of them was. She had been doing this too long to be fooled into second guessing these things.

Waiting patiently for her driver to open the door, she smiled politely as she stepped out, briefcase in one hand, like any other businesswoman in the world. She thanked him and walked deliberately toward the entrance. It really was a magnificent residence, and Greta had an army of people keeping it in tip top condition, although most had finished for the night. She walked to the door and the porter opened it immediately, Greta thanking him with a small smile as she continued into the house. She wasted no time going upstairs, to shower and prepare for her girls.

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Olivia woke quickly when the blinding light pierced the dark, burning her eyes through her lids. Though she had only half slept during the night, the sudden burst of light made her feel woken from a deep sleep. When Olivia heard the dreaded clack of high heels on the stone steps, Holly began squirming beneath her, the poor girl obviously terrified by what would be done to her next. The blonde was tied so tight that all she could do was roll her eyes up to look straight ahead. Greta was coming down the last few steps to the stone floor, walking deliberately toward the table, each menacing step chilling Olivia to her soul. Behind her was Mehmet, dressed in the same shirt and pants of their first meeting. That felt so long ago, as if she had been here for weeks rather than hours. Moving to Olivia’s front, Greta ran her hand down her face, stroking her cheeks with her long fingers. But Olivia was reminded that the tender touch on her face was only temporary since she was level with Greta’s crotch and could see the woman’s pussy under her corset. Greta gestured Mehmet to undo the strap around Olivia’s head, releasing her mouth from Holly’s pussy. Cupping Olivia’s chin, she stretched her head painfully until the girl looked up into her tormentor’s eyes.

“Wakey, wakey,” Greta said in a thoroughly unconvincing cheerful voice, “we have a busy time ahead, so let’s get you fed and watered.” With that, Mehmet undid the buckles holding Olivia on top of Holly and unceremoniously dragged her to the floor. With her arms still tied behind her back, she was forced to simply kneel on the cold stones.

“Feed the bitch, Mehmet,” Greta snapped and walked toward Holly who shuddered when she saw her. Greta trailed her long fingers up Holly’s body from her pussy to her stomach and then between her battered tits, softly over her neck and then her face, stroking her cheeks and hair like a loving mother with a child. After a few moments, Greta moved back to her toys, enjoying Holly’s winces at each touch of her sensitive flesh. The cruel hands then moved to her extremely sensitive pierced nipples and, after a moment, tugged hard on her silver rings. Holly wailed. Without a gag she could scream although her sore throat could make no really loud sound. Greta wiggled the rings and revelled in the hoarse shouts of pain erupting from the girl’s pretty little mouth. Tears once more fell from those beautiful big eyes, refreshing the dried pool of tears from her previous tortures.

“Those rings look very pretty, Tits,” Greta said, “but we’re going to replace them with something smaller, just for the next few games.” With that, Greta retrieved the same kit she had used to pierce Holly’s tits, placed it near her face and effortlessly leapt onto the table to straddle the girl’s midriff. Once again her hands went to Holly’s tits, slapping them with moderate force a few times just to hear her howls of pain. Greta closed her eyes to better listen to the sounds, now dying down to a mewling whimper, as she alternated between slapping the soft flesh of her breasts and pulling or twisting her nipple’s tender nubs. After a good few minutes, Greta stopped and looked down at her plaything’s face, her eyes shut as if that would make the pain go away. The German then opened the leather kit, taking out two small rods of metal with tiny balls on each end and small bottle of antibacterial gel. She thought about getting Holly to open her eyes but decided it was pointless so she grasped Holly’s right tit and rubbed the nipple a few times before unclipping the silver ring. Holly felt the removal of her piercing and immediately sprang to life, obviously terrified of what would happen next. Greta squirted some gel onto the nipple and rubbed it in, preventing infection not for Holly’s sake but because she didn’t want to look at an infected nipple. Next she pulled Holly’s nipple up to see the hole which made the girl enjoyably cry. Taking the small rod in the other hand, she pushed one end through the hole, the ball marginally too big to go through.

Holly squealed as the rod pushed through her abused nipple, the ball not fitting in the hole without a lot of force. Both Greta’s fingernails pulling up her nipple and the new piercing being forced through created a new pain, doubled by the psychological torment of seeing her torturer smile at her hurt. After what felt like minutes of pain but was only 15 seconds, Greta released her nipple with its new piercing and the sharp pain subsided into a dull ache. But Holly now knew what was coming as Greta’s hand moved to her other nipple and pulled it up sharply. As the pain ripped through her tortured tit, she again whimpered as the small metal rod was pressed against the hole, this time squirming as it was agonisingly pushed through her raw nub. Greta was irked.

“Keep still, you little bitch,” she snapped. She could have pushed the new piercing through much quicker but she just couldn’t resist the little sounds Holly made or her look of anguish. The thought of what she would be like later made Greta so wet that her juices dripped onto Holly’s stomach. Finally she popped the little round ball at the end of the rod into the nipple and leaned back to admire her handiwork. The piercings were barely visible in Holly’s swollen nipples, allowing a mouth to get fully around each aureole without too much metal in the way. Greta tested it out, grasping the right tit firmly before putting her mouth down and sucking in as much nipple and tit flesh as she could. Holly squealed as the powerful suction again made her breasts to throb with pain, and squealed again as Greta repeated it on the other tit. Giving each globe a few quick slaps and a kiss to show she was satisfied, Greta jumped off the table.

As Greta worked on Holly’s tits, Mehmet fed Olivia. Going into the back room, he returned with two bowls which he put before her, one filled with a porridge-like sludge, the other water.

“Eat,” Mehmet snapped, “drink.”

Olivia was hungry and so, abandoning all dignity, immediately began eating the porridge the only way she could with her hands tied, bending forward and scooping the cold sludge with her tongue.