Apologies for the truncation!
“What are you screaming for?” Greta asked whilst still laughing, her voice dripping with faux incredulity, “I spray a little fragrance on your pretty little pussy and you act as if I’d tortured you. What an ungrateful little bitch whore you are!”
Of course both Greta and Hasan knew exactly why she was screaming. It was true Greta had sprayed Olivia’s vulva with fragrance, making it nice and fresh after its ordeal over the previous few days. Yet the burning pain Olivia felt went far beyond anything a man spraying an after shave on a cut might experience. For Greta had mixed an irritant into the fragrance. It did not dissolve skin like a strong acid but did cause significant pain even to fresh unbroken skin. But for Olivia’s freshly shaved, abused and naturally sensitive sex, it was agonising. Her thirst for violence not sated, Greta stroked the sensitive skin with her gloved hands, knowing this would only increase Olivia's pain. Sure enough, her delicious screams increased a few decibels, much to Greta’s delight. With smiling anticipation, Greta again picked up the bottle and, with her gloved hand positioned directly above Olivia’s already burning crotch, carefully sprayed just her gloved fingers with the liquid. The glove now dripping, Greta now rubbed it down Olivia’s midriff, coating yet more of her skin in the acidic fragrance, spreading the liquid all over her stomach and sides. Although this skin was largely untouched, the irritant was so strong it still stung, spreading the pain up from her pubic region to her torso, following the trail of the latex glove snaking even higher. With both hands now on the girl’s body, Greta rubbed her torturous fingers up the girl’s succulent breasts, pushing hard against the mound of flesh, squashing them against her ribs and bringing her slippery digits up over Olivia’s tits. Massaging the spray onto the supple globes, she took particular care to rub the torturous nectar into Olivia's proud nipples.
As the intense pain in her crotch tailed off and the less stinging pain in her breasts took hold, Olivia's violent struggles lessened, knowing it would be impossible to avoid the woman who now gripped her breasts. The lack of severe pain was a relief to Olivia for it meant that not too much damage had been done to her precious sex. But as Greta once more moved her hands down Olivia's lithe back into the newly shaved area, the rush of pain returned with a vengeance. Another scream filled the air as Olivia’s frantic squirming began again. But the cloudy white hands of her tormentor had a terrible surprise in store. With her fingers still covered in liquid, Greta slid her middle finger down between the lips of Olivia’s delicate slit. Continuing her descent, the German listened to the ear piercing screeching of the captive girl, smiling as she slid the tip of her middle finger into the hot passage of Olivia’s cunt. Although Olivia scarcely believed it, the pain intensified, greater than before. It was like a fire had shot up her as Greta slid her long bony finger further into her hole. Her thrashing was now so intense that the strong bonds binding her to the table began to creak and the leather rubbed painfully against her wrists and ankles. Greta didn’t care. Instead she moved more of her hand down to Olivia’s two holes, her index finger joining her middle finger inside Olivia’s pussy, pushing as far into it as she could until it was buried up to the knuckle while her ring finger slipped down, along Olivia’s perineum until it pressed against the tight and as yet unpenetrated bud of the girl’s arsehole. With her thumb moving up to rub the liquid straight onto Olivia’s protruding clitoris, Greta’s hand was stretched like a pianist’s when she pushed into the bound teen’s virgin arsehole.
“AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!”
Olivia’s screech was almost otherworldly, it was so intensely loud and piercing. Greta looked up to check the girl hadn’t passed out; in all her years she had never heard a scream like it. Perhaps it was the ring gag, her newly lengthened tongue, a low pain threshold or just a love of screaming but Greta could scarcely believe what she was hearing. It was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Indeed when she heard gorgeous babes like Olivia scream in sheer agony like that, she simply couldn’t understand why so few people did what she did. Greta was stretching every sinew in her arm just to keep all her digits delivering the exquisite pain to this most sensitive part of Olivia’s body. By now the table was rocking with the force of Olivia’s struggles and Greta bent over to keep her fingers plunged as far into the schoolgirl as possible. With two fingers up her pussy and one in her arse, Olivia looked like a human puppet and with her violent wriggling it was as if her puppet master were in the throes of some violent epileptic fit. Olivia’s recently cleaned body cascaded with sweat because of her exertions but the girl who was one of the fittest and best athletes at her school still did her utmost to throw her torturer off and bring some blessed relief. Greta was amazed at the strength of the little girl, never imagining such a small frame could support such an effort and such a determined little bitch. Indeed she would even go so far as to say she was impressed by the little cunt’s will for she had expected these three rich English girls to immediately rollover and obey but although she had broken the slutty one’s will to resist almost straight away and the sobbing cunt with the big tits wasn’t far behind, this spunky blonde fucker was more of a competitor. It didn’t disappoint Greta though. Not in the slightest. It just meant breaking the bitch would be even more fun. And if it didn’t happen by the time her clients came they would get an even better deal, playing not just with a docile toy but one that resisted their heinous punishments.
“Plenty of fight in this one,” Greta said to Hasan, the strain of her own effort showing in her face.
“We must change that,” he chuckled, relishing in what that would mean for both him and Olivia.
“Lovely tight ass for us to play with as well,” Greta continued, “You hear that, cunt? That pretty little ass of yours is going to be ripped apart real soon.”
The thought of Olivia’s pretty little virgin bud being stretched painfully open gave Greta an idea. Reluctantly pulling out her ring finger from its cosy little home with a small pop, Greta lined it up with Olivia’s already stretched vagina and slowly worked it inside. The slippery liquid coating her fingers helped ease the new intruder inside the moist snatch of the still wriggling girl who barely noticed the fresh pain her overstretched pussy gave her over the searing pain of the fragrant irritant. Pushing hard as she met plenty of resistance, Greta buried a third finger up to the knuckle inside the tight passage. Not wasting any time she brought up the little finger of her right hand and placed it against the entrance. Pushing out with her three fingers she created a gap just big enough to slip in the tip of this last digit but she knew that was all the cunt’s cunt could take right now. She had been hoping the girl would be just loose enough that Greta, causing plenty of pain of course, could slip her fist inside and fuck the bitch with it. She knew how much pain she could cause with it as she rammed her knuckles into a woman’s cervix. As much fun as it would be stretching this cunt until she could do just that, it would tear her apart and ruin her for future clients. There would be plenty of time for that for she had no intention of letting her toys go anywhere any time soon. Indeed Greta envisioned a time when both girls would be bent over with both her arms buried in their young cunts. In the meantime Greta would have to be content with using the four fingers already inside Olivia to fuck her. Moving just slightly in and out, Greta began to oscillate inside the girl’s moist cunt.
Far from enjoying this new sensation Olivia squirmed as vigorously as before, desperate to escape the woman’s clutches. Unlike the rest of her body where the pain had dissipated as the liquid had evaporated, her warm moist holes retained the moisture and the pain still stung in these most sensitive areas. Added to this was the incredibly painful stretching of her vagina as the fingers pulled it apart so much Olivia thought she would tear in two. She had put many things in her vagina over the last few years: cocks, fingers, sex toys and even the odd vegetable. But Mehmet’s giant cock had been the biggest thing she'd had and that was merely a day or so ago. Now she was feeling even more stretched and the pain was excruciating. Mercifully for Olivia, Greta decided she had stretched the girl’s cunny enough for now; the couple she was saving Olivia for would love a nice tight hole to play with. As she removed her hand, she gave the girl's nether regions one last smear of liquid to cause her suffering captive more pain before, after firmly slapping Olivia’s cunt, standing up.
“My my, Blondie,” Greta marvelled with genuine surprise as she walked round to the still thrashing girl, “you are a feisty one. But don’t you worry, baby, I’ll soon knock that out of you. By the time I’m done, you’ll be as obedient as that proud slutty whore upstairs and that pathetic cow over there. You’ll be a good little sex slave who only thinks about pleasing me. But unfortunately I now have to deal with Tits over there. No need to panic though girl, I’ll be back.” With that, Greta moved back to where Mehmet and Holly were waiting.
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Gazing at herself, Lucy was utterly transfixed. She could scarcely recognise herself. Dripping with water, her long thin body was covered with evidence of the difficult time she'd had. Running her eyes down her body, she brooded over each individual mark. Her brown nipples were swollen and reddened atop her small pert breasts. The tanned skin of her toned stomach was covered in reddened patches where they had been rubbed against something hard. Between her legs, her pussy was also slightly red. As she turned, Lucy could see her rear and thighs crisscrossed with red lines and welts from being whipped with something over and over. Lucy stared at her reflection for a long time. She could scarcely believe what had been done to her by those three maniacs in the basement or what they had made her do to her friends. But all that seemed far in the past as she stood before the mirror freshly washed, her whole body smelling beautifully of jasmine. And her room wasn’t luxurious but it was no dungeon. There was a single bed in one corner, a toilet and sink in another and along one wall the mirror she was looking into now. The lighting was soft, the décor minimal but not unpleasant, the smell from candles burning on the bedside table more than tolerable. Looking back into the mirror, Lucy saw what had been done with her hair and face. Dark black lines framed her hazel eyes, making them look even more sultry than usual. Her hair was bound into a tight but still dripping ponytail. Her skin was kissed with a light foundation, her nigh on flawless skin needing very little assistance. Lucy knew she always looked good but the work the Asian woman had done just a few minutes ago was very impressive. Just as she thought this the door opened.
Wearing the same long black cheongsam when she had taken Lucy out of that first dingy room, the woman who had attended her after her bath entered, looking a radiant picture of elegance and class. Once again her face showed no emotion as she walked in, her swift entry without knocking tacitly indicating that Lucy no longer had any privacy. In her hand she carried a long blue garment, the silk glistening in the soft light. She walked swiftly over to Lucy, seeming to glide over the floor effortlessly. Keeping her eyes fixed on Lucy's, she stopped inches away before handing the garment over. Lucy took the soft material eagerly. It had been days since she had been covered and, although proud of her body, she longed to recover just a modicum of modesty.
"It is not becoming of a high class whore to be on display all the time," the woman said as Lucy eagerly slipped into the sky blue robe, "Instead she must allude to her treasures, showing just enough flesh to entice and no more."
When Lucy had done up the robe, the woman adjusted it. The slightly darker lapels were positioned over her chest to just conceal her pert breasts. The sides of the robe were pulled over to expose Lucy's right leg up to the top of the thigh. The shoulders were pulled away so the garment just hung on the girl's athletic body who currently resembled a human mannequin. Looking into the mirror, Lucy met her dresser's gaze but got nothing from the beautiful but cold face staring back. She had barely even noticed she had been called a whore, the derogatory word a small thing compared to what she had already experienced.
"Come," the woman said as she turned abruptly away, "there is much still to show you."
"Excuse me," Lucy called after the woman, her voice hoarse having not spoken for many hours, "what is your name?"
With an irritated intake of breath, the woman stopped in her tracks and composed herself to answer. Turning around, she looked at Lucy with such menace that a shiver rippled down her spine. With frightening serenity, the woman walked back, exuding total. She may have been only an inch taller but she towered over the cowering Lucy who stooped out of fear. Her answer was precise.
"My name," her slightly accented voice speaking slowly and methodically, "is unimportant. As is yours. What you were called before you came here, what you were, is no longer relevant. All that matters now is this. Whatever you did before you must forget. This is your life now. You will be taught to use your body to please your masters and that is all you are to care about. If you do it well, you will be comfortable; if not, you will be severely punished. Now follow me, there is work to do."
Feeling like a told off child, Lucy paused then slinked with bowed shoulders after the woman, out the door and down the corridor.
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As Olivia still mewled, writhed and thrashed around on the table, Greta calmly walked over to Mehmet who was just finishing with Holly. Bound in the same position, the girl had certainly heard Olivia’s torture and knew that hers was coming so Greta approached slowly to prolong the agony of suspense. Simply hurting the girls physically was insufficient, both for her business and her sadistic nature. Greta needed to torture every facet of their being until they had nothing left of their old selves. To watch a human go from being proud and defiant to an obedient and compliant husk was her greatest pleasure, and there was something about pretty young girls that made it all the sweeter. Whilst she had seen men the same, Greta enjoyed nothing more than torturing a woman until they thought of nothing else but how to please her. Then Greta could enjoy the results.
As she approached Holly, she noted that despite what she had said to Olivia, the girl was actually far from fully trained. Right now she might respond, when prompted, as Greta expected her but it was only to escape further punishment. The bitch did not fully understand her situation or realise that she would continue to be painfully tortured while she retained any sense of self; in Greta’s experience such a process would take many long highly enjoyable months. Looking at the latex clad body, Greta couldn’t help but smile at how pathetic and helpless she looked. Having an arrogant big titted bitch like this so completely at her mercy pleased Greta greatly. To see girls like her walking around as if they owned the place made Greta burn with rage; parading down the street with their ridiculous melons on show, on the covers of magazines and newspapers and all over the internet squeezing them together to form massive cleavages. Every time she got her hands on a decent sized pair, even a pair like Olivia’s, Greta felt she was torturing all of them. And it felt so good. With a look, she sent Mehmet into the darkness before bending once again in front of the bound girl's face.
“Now it is fed and watered, is it ready for its punishment?” Greta said cheerfully.
“Yes, mistress,” Holly said without delay, her throat no longer as dry and thus her voice less hoarse.
“Good. Does it remember why it is being punished?”
“For cumming, mistress.”
“Why is it being punished for cumming?”
“Because…it was told not.”
“’This cunt was told not to cum’,” Greta said impatiently, “say it!”
“This cunt was told not to cum.”
“It must learn how to speak properly or it will be punished again and again,” Greta said, looking up to see Mehmet returning from the darkness, “Now, we’ll begin.”
With that she nodded at Mehmet who returned with various apparatus in his arms. Holly couldn’t see what was intended but it didn’t matter; it wasn't as if he wanted her consent before torturing her. When Mehmet put whatever it was on the floor, Holly heard a clunk, the suspense of waiting to see how she would be hurt next now becoming the norm with the added fear of what had been injected into her breasts nagging her. Although she tried not to think or rationalise that it was some kind of antibiotic to stave off infection or a hormone to stop her falling pregnant, she couldn’t stop feeling that something awful would happen at any moment. It may have been her imagination but her breasts felt ... tingly. But irrespective she had to focus for she knew that agony would be next.
Greta reached around the stocks holding Holly tightly in place and grabbed one of her hanging breasts, squeezing the sensitive mound of flesh with characteristic roughness but now almost probing as if to discover something hidden within. Seemingly satisfied, Greta gave the tit a habitual punishing slap before repeating the process on her other tortured breast, looking up abstractly to concentrate on what she was doing, like a doctor during an examination. The long bony fingers dug into Holly’s breast flesh hard as if checking the ripeness of a melon in a greengrocer’s. Giving this breast a harder slap, Greta moved her gloved hands to cup Holly's sweet innocent face, the sting of the spray she had used on Olivia having dissipated over time.
“They’re almost ready,” Greta said, knowing her words would only puzzle the girl more, “Mehmet.”
Suddenly Holly felt a sharp surge of pain from her pussy. With Greta still firmly cupping her face, she could only muster a muffled wail which didn’t lessen the pain. As she teared up, another painful pang shot into her body. Not knowing what caused it terrified Holly and not being able to see what was being done to her most sensitive feminine area only increased her fear. With her torso strapped onto the wooden block, she couldn’t escape Mehmet's actions and her attempts to wriggle away were futile. All she could do was look into the cold unforgiving eyes of her sadistic captor.
Mehmet looked at the girl’s pussy that just a few hours ago he had filled with cum. Just remembering her riding his cock, those big tits almost smothering him, made him almost feel her cunt's tight grip around his shaft. It did not look so tight now. She had already taken him twice up her virgin cunt, no mean feat for a cock his size. But hours of the machine battering her pussy had splayed open the delicate flower of her sex. Such was the beauty of young flesh, Mehmet knew the girl’s supple labia would soon close with time. But now was not that time. He had attached two large crocodile clips whose teeth brutally bit into the flesh of her sensitive lips. Each clip had a thin rubber coated wire running to two metal boxes the size of a car battery. If Holly could see it, she would have known what was coming but she could only feel the pain of the biting teeth. With her outer lips now pulled apart, Mehmet ran his finger along her inner pussy, feeling her flinch at his touch. His middle finger scooted up the slit until it brushed the nub of her clit. With a tenderness belying his intentions, he gently massaged it, knowing that despite herself her body would react.
The pain from Holly’s crotch began to lessen for the clips attached to her pussy lips had soon reduced the blood supply to her sensitive cunt which is why all she felt now was a dull ache. That was until she felt the finger running along her sex from the bottom to the top and the hood housing her clitoris. The finger was quite sensual, as if it bore no relation to the man who had abused, raped and tortured her. In contrast to her past treatment, the light touch was almost pleasurable and if her body were not racked with pain, she would certainly have enjoyed Mehmet’s gentle massage of her sensitive clit. As the rubbing continued, Holly closed her eyes and tried to enjoy it, knowing these brief moments of pleasure were few and far between. It was a feeling she had thought no longer existed for her, the warming tingle spreading from her crotch and eventually filling her entire body. She had felt it many times by her own hand when lying in bed and for just a moment, even with all the suffering she had endured, she could picture herself back there. Yet even in this chamber of horrors, Holly could not have imagined how swiftly this pleasure would turn to pain. In a heartbeat the soothing glow at her crotch turned into a cauldron of white hot searing agony, the hands stopped cupping her face, her eyes opened wide and her screams echoed from the stone walls.
Mehmet smirked as the vicious teeth of a tiny crocodile clip bit into the girl’s engorged throbbing clit. He had massaged it until it stood proud at the top of her sex, peeking out from beneath its hood with its usual dumb expectancy. He had aroused many women in his time, seeing this very sight often, but it was not until recently that he had used his skill to hurt those he pleasured. Yet he certainly liked it, the scream of the bitch music to his ears. He had not always been this way. Growing up, he had always tried to respect women although of course his good looks had kept him constantly in demand. It was only on coming to Munich, scraping by at that godforsaken bar with drunken bitches crawling all over him that his terse attitude toward them as well as his ability to attract them had first caught the eye of this strange woman. He recalled his first experience at this castle, watching a young woman's beautiful face contorted not in pleasure but in agony. It was a grotesque, stomach churning sight. Yet he could not take his eyes away. He hadn’t slept for days after, tossing and turning as the images ran riot through his mind. He had considered going to the authorities to tell them about the terrible things he had seen but in reality he knew things would never be the same. He not only could not forget the girl’s beautiful pain filled eyes but wanted to see them repeated. In the tortured scream of this new bitch, he felt he had found his true calling in life.
Holly found no such epiphany but only a screech of anguish as her clitoris was bitten viciously by the clip's biting metal. This new torture surpassed the last, each new pain seemingly designed to eclipse what had gone before. She struggled against this new assault but even as she thrashed around, she knew there was no escape. Despite her efforts, the clips biting her flesh were immovable, their grip seeming to tighten with each passing moment. Holly’s eyes looked into Greta’s, no longer pleading for a mercy she knew would not be given. The German stared back with little emotion save a flicker of amusement at her captive's pain. It was still alien to Holly how somebody could enjoy another's pain especially an innocent teenager's who had done nothing to them and whose whole life was ahead of her. Something in the woman’s life must have twisted her, for she could not believe anybody could be so cruel without deep motive. Then, through the pain, Holly felt another touch at her rear, one now painfully familiar. The pressure at the tight bud of her anus was no clip but warm and throbbing, the unmistakable touch of Mehmet’s cock bearing down to sodomise her. She tightened the muscles in her arsehole instinctively, before sense returned. She could not stop her chute being penetrated and trying to do so would result in further torture. Reluctantly and with heavy heart, relaxing as much as she could, Holly submitted to the inevitable.
Mehmet didn’t need a second invitation as he pushed his cock steadily inside her tight arse chute. That Hasan had already sodomised the bitch didn’t matter to Mehmet. This second hole was as tight as when he had fucked her virgin cunt. As he inched forward, the walls of her hole gripped his dick tightly, increasing its warm embrace. He had already used the girl’s flowing juices to liberally lubricate his cock so he had no problem sliding even further inside, his hands grabbing her wide hips as he pulled himself deep into her until he was pressed right up against her hot latex-clad buttocks. With his cock fully inside, he paused, his hands roaming all over her midriff, tantalisingly close to her hanging breasts. He looked at Greta to signal he was right up her and the next stage could begin.
Greta’s eyes never left those of the bound girl, only seeing Mehmet’s signal in her peripheral vision. Her long fingers reached behind Holly and grasped the battery, pulling it along the ground to better access to its controls. Positioning it just behind the wooden stock, Greta was ready to deliver more pain to the poor girl. But first she had some choice words.
“Is the cunt’s ass tight, Mehmet?” Greta asked, looking directly at Holly but seemingly ignoring her.
“Like a glove,” Mehmet replied, a broad smile across his face, “but could be tighter.”
“Does it wish to please its master?” Greta asked Holly now, the girl taking a moment to realise she was the intended target.
“Yes, mistress,” came the reply.
“Then we must make sure its ass fits even better,” Greta said, flicking a switch on the battery.
Holly's scream would have woken all Munich were the room not soundproofed. Her entire body went stiff as a fierce current ran through each clip, the effect not of electrocution but sheer pain. It felt like her cunt was on fire . Each clip carried its own current which seared through the thin but sensitive flesh it bit into. And it had the desired effect, causing Holly to tense every muscle in her body, the slick walls of her arse chute closing fiercely around Mehmet’s shaft as it lay inside her, the pressure exerted almost painful. He chuckled as he tried in vain to piston in and out. Then he leaned over, his dick still embedded deep within her, until he lay almost flat on her back. It didn’t take a genius to guess where his hands were going. Like moths to a flame, his large hands grasped the girl’s massive tits, gripping them as tightly as her arse gripped his prick. If Holly could have screamed further she would have but all her screaming was taken up with the pain from the battery which showed no sign of lessening. She could scarcely believe that, despite no torturing attention, her breasts felt even more sensitive. With Mehmet’s vice-like grasp gleefully squeezing her tits, his cock plunged deep into her arse and her cunt painfully electrocuted, Holly was in a world of pain. And those around her enjoyed it greatly.
“How is its ass now?” Greta asked as if she were servicing a car, not torturing a human being.
“It grips so tight I cannot fuck,” Mehmet said, his smile suggesting he was not unhappy about it.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that would we, Tits?” Greta asked, knowing she would get no reply, “it will have to loosen that ass so it can be buggered properly.”
With that, Greta reduced the battery current. Holly’s relief was small but tangible, the fiery pain from her crotch decreasing enough to loosen her arse's tight grip on Mehmet’s shaft. Finally able to move, he immediately did so, his hands digging into her tit flesh with renewed vigour, twisting each globe violently in his palms as he pulled his cock out of her arse till only the glans remained inside. Holly realised too late what was about to happen, not that she could have stopped it. Mehmet thrust forward with all his power, shaking the wooden restraints as his thrusts slammed into her. Once begun, his toned arse became a blur, slamming back and forth against the firm buttocks of the girl beneath him. Knowing nothing would stop him and with her own desire for pain far from sated, she increased the current again, raptly listening with closed eyes to the inevitable scream, a bellowing almost hoarse effort this time as Holly again unintelligibly screeched to the heavens, her body stiff with pain. The current burned through the clips gripping her pussy and Holly, unable to see, had no idea of the damage. For all she knew, her lips and clit were being literally burnt away. Gripped by panic and pain, all she could do was scream, scream as loudly as her lungs would allow.
Greta allowed herself one quick look at Mehmet as he pounded the girl. He was obviously far from finished which allowed Greta more time to enjoy the exquisite sounds of her toy as she screamed. But it could not continue. The girl had suffered greatly and would continue to do so at her hand, but she had to have a period, however short, when she was not tortured further. There was no fun making a girl insane, at least not too quickly. But until Mehmet had spilled his seed inside her, she would not stop torturing the helpless girl for she could never tire of hearing that scream. She tilted her head around the stocks to look at Mehmet's hands, knowing she would be pleased with the results. They did not disappoint. The punishment he was inflicting on Holly’s melons was what the bitch deserved, the German smiling broadly at the rough treatment of those massive tits. It was a glorious sight, one Greta hoped to see again and again over the time the cunt was still useable.
Mehmet’s roared in pleasure at the tight grip of Holly’s arse around his throbbing cock. He had not yet sodomised the girls and though it wasn’t his only motivation, the unique grip of this tightest of holes was something to be savoured whenever the opportunity presented. Having her resist him only made it more pleasurable, taking her against his will swelling his cock to a size he had never thought possible. Close to release, he yet did not slow his pace to prolong his pleasure but instead continued to plough into Holly’s battered arse in a complete frenzy. Giving the screaming bitch no respite, he again twisted and pulled her heaving breasts in one final roar of pleasure, plunging deep into her, tugging her hanging tits as he spasmed in climax. His cum shot deep into her bowels, his body twitching while hers was still stiff with pain. As the wave of pleasure receded, he opened his eyes and looked at Greta, both of them smiling. Reluctantly Greta switched off the battery, ending most of the pain burning Holly's crotch. Equally reluctant, Mehmet released his iron grip on her tits and slid his softening cock from her slick arse chute. It was no easy task for him to remove the clips biting into her flesh but he did so, first the larger ones clipping her lips and then, with just a little flick of her clit, the last. His cock still dripping with cum, Mehmet stood, giving Holly's arse a last slap before returning into the shadows with the apparatus.
“Its punishment is complete,” Greta said as she stroked the side of Holly’s cheek as a loving owner to a pet, “will it ever disobey its mistress again?”
“No, mistress,” Holly said, fighting back tears of shame but equally relieved it was over.
“Good,” Greta replied, before motioning Mehmet to give her something. Holly had obviously not suffered enough at her hands the last few hours since the German wished to inflict one more punishment. Mehmet gave it to her but, her head secured, Holly could not tell what it was. She was soon enlightened. Greta held up two familiar items, a thin needle and a golden ring, similar to those Holly had seen when her nipples had been pierced.
“Does it remember what these are for?” Greta asked, ignoring Holly's wide eyed surprise and shaking head, “from when it had its big tits pierced?”
“Yes, mistress,” Holly just about managed to get out, more tears welling in her round brown eyes.
“Well since it has such big udders,” Greta continued, “it should look more like the cow that it is. Its mistress has decided to put a ring through its nose so it can be dragged around. Does that sound like a good idea, cunt?”
Holly knew she had no choice but to agree and accept this latest punishment but she mentally paused, still incredulous at being talked to like this by somebody who didn’t know her, had no cause to hate her and no cause to torture her. That she seemed largely motivated by Holly's big boobs was even more bizarre. She had never asked for them, indeed quite the opposite. She never flaunted her assets, frequently covering them and wearing baggy clothes to conceal her magnificent pair. It pissed off all the younger boys in her school when they peered through the sixth form common room windows, desperate to glimpse her tits, to be rewarded with nothing but a tantalising bulge. Indeed Olivia, with tits that looked so good on her petite body, showed hers off far more frequently, giving boys plenty of cleavage to feast their eyes on. From the story of the girl who made the throwaway comment, Holly understood that Greta might be jealous of girls with bigger tits but that was no reason to torture her like this. But the consequences would be severe if Holly did not praise her new mistress and so she adopted her obedient slave persona and complied.
“A very good idea, mistress,” Holly said, visibly surprising Greta by responding with more than just her standard ‘yes, mistress’.
“Good. Now hold still or this will look very messy and its mistress won’t be pleased. And remember, all it must think about now is pleasing its masters.”
With that Greta pressed the needle against Holly’s septum while her other hand gripped Holly’s chin hard, obviously prepared for her to struggle against the pain. The girl closed her eyes as if that would somehow lessen the coming pain. She soon felt the needle's cold point press against the sensitive area and she responded with a wince and slightly gritted teeth. As the needle pushed through the skin, Holly felt more pain but resolved not to show it, determined to give this woman as little pleasure as possible. Soon she felt the needle push all the way through and though her nose was very painful, it was less than she had felt before, her previous tortures hardening her to things which previously would have been pure agony. The needle was removed and quickly replaced by the ring. It was surprisingly heavy and Holly was afraid it would tear her septum. But Greta knew what it could take; she would never make such a basic error. She looked at her handiwork. Holly looked fantastic: her black latex face with the nose ring made her look the perfect fuck toy. And that was before her tits and cunt were displayed. Pleased, Greta slapped her face hard and leaned in slightly.
“There we go,” she whispered, “its starting to look like a perfect little slave cunt. What does it say?”
“Thank you, mistress,” Holly said, the pain in her nose now having lessened.
“Good cunt. Now its time to put Blondie over there to some actual use. Soon you’ll both know your place is to please your masters. Mehmet, string it up by its tits. Oh, I want it blindfolded and gagged as well. I don’t want to hear its pathetic noises while we play with the other one.”
Greta stood, her legs stiff and painful from crouching for so long in front of Holly but she had not shown even a flicker of discomfort. She had to appear totally powerful so these girls knew she was in charge. Her whole persona had to be carefully thought out and executed when she was down here. Of course she was often tempted to get carried away, often made things up on the spot and frequently suffered discomfort, usually from prolonged periods in positions or time spent using the same muscles when whipping or caning a girl. But she never let it show. To Holly and Olivia, she seemed always in control, all powerful and merciless and that was exactly how she wanted it.
As Greta went to Olivia, Mehmet started securing Holly in the desired position. He first decided to gag and blindfold her so she wouldn’t distract Greta from what she was doing to Olivia. Walking to a chest in the cellar shadows, he opened it to reveal a feast of bondage apparatus heaped together like a den of snakes, all black leather and silver buckles, blindfolds, gags and cuffs, corsets, hoods and gloves. Mehmet rummaged briefly, found what he wanted and returned to Holly with a ball gag like the one used when she was first brought into the dungeon, and a leather blindfold with a buckle to tie tightly around her head. Moving behind Holly, he straddled her back and leant over the stocks.
“Open,” he commanded and Holly quickly obeyed. She had heard Greta order her ‘strung up by her tits’ but though terrified by how painful it would be, she could not stop it and obediently opened her mouth to let him slide the rigid plastic ball in. Tugging her head hard back against the wooden board, he fixed the gag by tightening the buckle below her ponytail, repeating the process with the leather blindfold. Finished, Mehmet looked at the girl’s face. Bending in front of her as Greta had done, he looked at the almost completely masked face of the thing in front of him. It was less of a sight without those big brown helpless eyes but with her face covered in black rubber and leather, he enjoyed seeing the girl dressed as the archetypal gimp. He had little time to admire her, though, for he knew Greta would be displeased if he didn't work fast so he stood up and continued.
Although he knew she wouldn't resist even if free, he didn’t want to take chances, deciding to secure her partly in her new bondage before removing the current one. Going to a control box in the corner of the room, Mehmet pushed a few buttons, causing a motor to whir somewhere and a bar suspended by two chains to slowly inch from the ceiling until it was level with his chest, just above the stocked Holly. Bending down, he picked up some white rope as thick as his thumb and, with a skill that some sail-ship navy would have appreciated, tied the rope around the bar, leaving a long trailing section which he brought over to Holly. With a brusque disregard, he sat on her back, pushing her hard onto the wooden block supporting her lower body. Working with customary speed, Mehmet passed the rope under Holly’s torso, just below her breasts and pulled it tight, lifting her up towards him. Still pulling the rope taut, Mehmet made two nooses with plenty of length at the end and brought the rope back round and under Holly again. Lining up the nooses with each of Holly’s giant breasts and wrapping the free length of the rope round his arm to keep the rope tensioned, he used his free hand to work her left tit into the noose, sliding it down to the base of her fleshy mound till it just gripped her breast. He then repeated the process on her other tit, the rope only lightly constricting each breast. That would soon change though. With the rope still wrapped around his arm, he brought both hands down and slowly tightened the noose at the base of her left breast, leaning slightly to the side and watching as the rope tightened around her tit. At first there was no noticeable change but as the rope tightened and cut off the blood flow, her breast began to swell and change colour. Continuing to tighten the noose, Mehmet watched with brooding delight as Holly’s massive tit turned from the pale tan of her natural complexion to an angry red as the blood pooled in her distended breast. Repeating the process with her right tit, he listened with glee to the gagged girl's muffled whimpers as the pain of her tightly constricted breasts began to bite. Although her bulbous swollen tits could have been bound tighter, Mehmet knew she would be in some pain. As she was supposed to be.
Having secured her to the bar she would soon be suspended from, Mehmet now released her from her previous bondage, undoing the tight leather strap securing her to the wooden block. Although Holly felt her lower body no longer bound, she knew the futility of struggle and remained motionless as Mehmet walked round the stocks holding her neck and wrists. Flipping a few catches holding the two halves of wood in place, he lifted the top away, freeing Holly’s neck and arms. Fairly sure she wouldn't try anything, he disappeared briefly and returned with some large zip ties, tying Holly’s wrists tightly behind her back with characteristic roughness, and using the second zip to tie her elbows together, causing her back to bend slightly and thrusting out her swollen tits. Finally he removed the wooden block holding up her lower body, causing her crotch to collapse to the floor and almost throttling her on the stocks. Everything secure, Mehmet moved to the control panel and began winching up the bar.
Mehmet could not see Holly’s face as the latex covered it but he knew it would be contorting in pain as the winch slowly pulled the bar into the air. The first thing she felt was the slight tug as the rope went taut above her and tightened around her torso, slowly but inexorably pulling her up. Worried by the unknown that lay in store for her, Holly fought to stay in her current position. It was no use and soon her neck was pulled from the stock's head-groove. With her hands bound behind her, Holly could not stop rising and though she wriggled from side to side, the rope around her body tightened, heaving her up toward the ceiling. Her toes still touched the ground but each time she was pulled up her binding tightened, both around her torso and the base of her breasts. Mehmet winched the bar up until her dainty latex clad toes just left the ground and stopped to inspect the suspended girl. Hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat, her slender toned legs wriggled frantically, much to his amusement. But what was really eye-catching were Holly’s bulging melons. Although her entire weight wasn’t supported by her bound globes, the ropes exerted plenty of pressure, tightening them into an angry red bulge of blood trapped in her spectacular mounds, her tiny bright nipple piercings standing out against the dark swollen flesh. She dangled helplessly from the ceiling, her legs and body twitching slightly, as Mehmet looked her up and down. What a pathetic little bitch she was, he thought; strung up, blindfolded, gagged, bruised, pierced. He moved closer and stroked her rubbery flank, her body hot to the touch. As he looked at the girl, dressed head to toe like a gimp in a fetish club, he knew her ordeal would not get any easier; far from it. During all this, Greta had approached Olivia and the patiently waiting Hasan.
“Hello again, baby,” Greta said warmly as her hand grasped Olivia’s tit, “let’s see how that new tongue is doing.”
With her mouth forced open by the ring gag, Greta easily reached in to pull out the writhing flesh of Olivia's tongue to inspect both its length and how it was healing. Greta smiled at her handiwork. She had lengthened it enough to enhance the pleasure it would give as it lapped Greta’s pussy but not so much that the girl couldn't talk or that it would flop out of her mouth. And the cut was so clean it had almost healed. But not quite and Greta didn’t want to risk reopening the wound. A minor inconvenience but good things come to those who wait. Still, things hadn’t gone entirely to plan and Greta considered what additional torture to inflict on her in the meantime. Though she had suffered much pain, Greta knew she had been let off lightly compared to her big titted friend. Her mind cycled through all the toys at her disposal, one being the strapping man with the huge cock.
“That’s coming along very nicely indeed,” Greta said, taking her fingers out of Olivia’s mouth while the other still squeezed her tit's soft flesh, “soon you’ll be able to lick pussy like a pro. First though Hasan here hasn’t had a chance to fuck you, which is hardly fair is it? And your pretty little ass hasn’t been fucked yet. We wouldn’t want you to miss out on what your friends have had, would we?”
Without needing to be told exactly what Greta intended, Hasan moved enthusiastically, spurred on by knowing he would soon have his cock buried deep in the girl’s arse. But after undoing the strap holding her right leg in place, momentarily freeing her, Olivia showed she still had plenty of fight in her by kicking out violently. Its force surprised Hasan. Greta stood back and chuckled as Hasan wrestled with her bucking leg, using both muscular arms just to hold it. As much as she enjoyed the fight Olivia showed as it made breaking her all the more enjoyable, Greta couldn’t let the little bitch fight too long for there was still much to do. So while Hasan struggled to control her, Greta disappeared into the shadows for something Olivia was already familiar with. Focussed on throwing Hasan’s grip off her leg, Olivia didn’t realise what Greta was doing until too late. When the twin prongs of the cattle prod pressed firmly against the babe’s nipple, Greta waited just a moment for Olivia’s eyes to open as she worked out what was about to happen before squeezing the trigger.
As a jolt of electricity coursed through the cattle rod and into the sensitive tit flesh, a piercing squeal filled the room, Olivia's entire body jumping as all her muscles contracted at once. Her leg straightened so quickly Hasan didn't anticipate it, catching him squarely in the jaw and almost knocking him off his feet. Greta couldn’t stop laughing, the combination of the shuddering body and Hasan holding his face after being hurt by an otherwise helpless girl. It was even funnier knowing that Hasan was humiliated and would now be especially cruel to Olivia even though it was completely involuntary. Although a momentary loss of face, an admission that she was indeed human, she found the suffering of this feisty little bitch amusing. So while Hasan composed himself and spat out the blood, Greta leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“Stop your struggling, little cunt,” she said with a small smirk, “you exist to please us now. If your master wants to move your legs you will let him. You will let him do whatever he wants to you and you will be grateful for it. And because you’ve been such a naughty little whore and attacked him, you’re going to have be punished especially harshly. Fucking bitch.”
So saying, Greta stood and with all the drama of a religious ritual, held the cattle prod vertically above Olivia, placing it once more against her nipple as if plunging a knife into her breast. Looking into her eyes, Greta drank up their fear and pain and pulled the trigger. Again the girl spasmed, the unbound leg again violently kicking out. When her spasms calmed, Hasan walked back to her, his face a picture of anger and lust, and grabbed her leg. With her now limp limb over his shoulder, he bent it back until he met serious resistance, Olivia’s limber and athletic body struggling to take the strain. Wanting to revengefully hurt her, Hasan continued pushing and Olivia squealed in pain as he forced her foot to touch the table by her ear. He could tell from her contorted face how extreme the pain was but after what she had done to him she deserved everything she got. Leaning on the leg with his body, Hasan reached down and grabbed another leather restraint at the side of the table. Still holding her leg back with his body, he tied it into its new position before stepping back to look. The pain from her stretched groin must have been agony as her inarticulate mewling, scrunched up eyes and tears showed. Hasan made her torment even worse by fingering her widely splayed pussy up and down. Olivia involuntarily flinched at his touch, making the pain worse, her obscenely spread legs causing so much agony she was almost certain he had caused irreparable damage.
“What a pretty pink pussy that is,” Greta said, putting the cattle prod on the table and extending her own bony digits to touch Olivia’s cunt, “you look so inviting spread like that, slut. Sadly Hasan won’t be able to ram his cock deep into your ass if you’re like that.”
Olivia was in so much pain she couldn't take in her tormentor's taunting patronising words. Luckily her current position was not permanent since keeping her like this for long would damage the little plaything more than Greta wanted. So though she enjoyed that pained face and that gorgeous body contorted in pain, she had to allow it a more endurable position. Looking at Hasan, she nodded him to continue. Reluctantly he tore himself away from inserting his finger into Olivia’s snatch and moved round the table. Knowing she would be too scared to fight again, he had no problem undoing her other leg. The pressure on her groin meant that when her leg was released, Olivia voluntarily raised it, doing part of Hasan’s job for him. He duly did the rest, bending her leg up and securing it at the other end of the table. Olivia’s lower body had been bent upwards, thrusting her pert arse into the air. With her legs still spread wide, her cheeks parted enough to reveal the puckered ring of her virgin arsehole. Stripping off his shorts to reveal his huge throbbing erection, a small drop of precum at the end of his glans, Hasan quickly clambered onto the table, obsessed with feeling the grip of her arse chute around his cock. Standing on the wooden table, he reached forward and ran his hands over Olivia’s arse, admiring the toned tightness of this little bitch's bottom.
Before being employed by Greta, he had not much of a taste for these petite girls, preferring Lucy's sort of elegant beauty. This was why while Mehmet had been chatting to other girls, he had seen the raven haired temptress first, her high cheekbones and arrogant demeanour attracting him like a moth to a flame. Had he not been there to identify and capture potential victims, he would have tried hard to seduce and fuck her. He had been lucky that the object of his lust was part of the group they had kidnapped, for though the other two girls had fit the bill perfectly, Lucy was not the kind they usually targeted, being too self-assured, confident and street smart. But she too had been duped, drugged and defiled like the other two. Hasan’s luck had got even better when she had been chosen to go upstairs. It had been a long time since a girl they had ‘recruited’ had been sent there but then Lucy was special. Whenever he had used the goods up there, he had only seen women who had been raised in third world hovels, never a wealthy English girl. They were treated differently up there, meaning she would not be as broken as the other two bitches and he could still enjoy the pleasure of fucking a woman as enthusiastic about sex as he. But he had come to appreciate the charms of a girl like this, the cutesy girl next door look so adored in the West. He particularly enjoyed how quickly they submitted so meekly to his will, enjoying how much more powerful he was than them and how sexually inexperienced and therefore pleasurable their bodies were. That this bitch showed more fight and was more used than some other girls was irrelevant. He had a cute little blonde’s virgin arsehole to sink his cock into, a prize which any man would pay a lot of money for. With his hands on her hips and squatting slightly, he lined his dripping prick up to the inviting rosebud spread before him. He knew it would be painfully tight to begin with and he momentarily thought about rubbing the girl’s pussy to get her juices flowing, so as to lubricate her arse and his cock but thought better of it. As much as it might hurt him for the first few strokes, it would hurt her much more and that knowledge would help overcome his own pain. He spat on his hand and rubbed his cock just enough to actually get inside her then looked up, waiting for his cue to start.
The German knew Hasan wanted to get started and she didn’t blame him; indeed she too was growing impatient at being unable to use her new toy properly. But she made him wait for two reasons. One was her overwhelming desire for control. Though working with her employees, she didn’t want them using too much initiative or doing things without her explicit consent. She had been doing this far too well for far too long to allow some upstart immigrant to dictate what was done to her slaves and when. The other reason was that she hadn’t decided what else to do to Olivia. Having Hasan sodomise her would be extremely painful and humiliating but at 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 panicked, oblivious to the fact Greta had merely turned the lights off. In her heightened state of fear, she suddenly felt as if these awful people had blinded her. She would put nothing past these monsters given how they had already treated her and her friends. But then she saw a faint light edging its way towards her, flickering like a flame and sending shadows onto the ceiling above her. Still terrified, Olivia shuddered as she felt a thud near her head, closing her eyes for some small relief from what was about to happen. She didn’t dare to open them, knowing from her position, the touch of Hasan’s hands on her hips and the tip of his dick resting against her virgin hole that she was about to be fucked in her arse and with Greta back that this would be accompanied by some heinous torture. Her ordeal was about to start.
“You may begin, Hasan,” Greta said, her eyes intent on the terrified girl's face, “start slowly.”
Hasan didn’t need a second invitation. Greta scarcely finished talking before he pushed the tip of his cock hard against Olivia’s sphincter. Unsurprisingly he met with much resistance; this one had plenty of fight in her. But Hasan wasn't going to lose a battle with a little cunt like this. Continuing to push forward with his cock, he used his body weight to increase the pressure on her arsehole. With his right hand, he stroked along the outside of her thigh and cheek, before bringing it down hard with a sickening slap which echoed around the room. He smiled as his large hand once again struck her powerfully on the rump, knowing from her high pitched yelp that it caused a great deal of pain. He slapped her another three times with his right hand and twice with his left, all the while pressing forcefully with his cock. As his left hand came down again, he heard another sound and looked up to see Greta’s hand resting against Olivia’s already reddening cheek.
“Let him into your ass, Blondie,” Greta whispered almost tenderly into Olivia’s ear, “remember you exist only to please. Your master wants to fuck your virgin ass and you don’t have a choice. So can you relax for your master, baby? Or if you prefer you can do it for me, your mistress?”
Behind Olivia’s closed eyes, tears welled and dripped down her face. What had she done to deserve this? She had always tried to be good, to treat people as she would like to be treated, even people she didn’t particularly like. She had even been civil to that creepy guy in the year below who had sent her those obscene pictures. She rarely said a bad word about anybody and yet here she was, strapped to a table about to be anally raped while a sadistic woman prepared to torture her. Though she had only been here for what she guessed was a few days yet it felt like a lifetime, her life before the dungeon just a mirage. And as if being at the mercy of these three here wasn’t bad enough, Greta’s patronising and faux loving tone made it worse, only reminding her of her helpless situation. Talking to her as if she were a child, a pet or even someone complicit in this whole thing made Olivia feel less than human. Determined to resist as much as possible yet she would gain nothing now, only yet more pain and torture. So despite herself and with an almost overwhelming sense of shame, Olivia relaxed her rectum and reluctantly allowed Hasan inside her.
It wasn’t much but that momentary relaxation of Olivia’s sphincter was enough for the tip of Hasan’s cock to slip past the tight ring of muscles and into her hot and inviting chute. Almost immediately, Olivia reflexively clenched around his cock as if it were possible to force it out but it was too late. This small incursion inside her would soon expand under his inexorable pressure. But it was so tight he half questioned whether he would even fit, though of course it wouldn’t be for a lack of trying. Readjusting his feet on the table to get a better position, he then gripping underneath her legs and tried to force himself inside her. Pulling up with his arms and using his legs to push his body into her, he began to move like a slow glacier further inside her. Olivia moaned as the massive invader painfully stretched her taut hole far beyond any constipation she had ever felt. It was painful for him too as with no lube her dry walls caused a great deal of painful friction but it was worth it to feel the tightness and for him at least the pain would soon give way to pleasure. With his unstoppable entry already begun, Greta decided to have some fun.
“There’s a good girl,” Greta once again whispered, “don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it, you little whore. Don’t fight it; just enjoy pleasing your master. Now open your eyes.” The last sentence was punctuated by another firm slap on Olivia’s cheek as Greta’s other hand reached round and squeezed a breast. Reluctantly, tears streaming down her face, Olivia opened her eyes. As she blinked away tears, she looked up at the man forcing his cock into her arse. In the candle's flickering light he looked terrifying, his face contorted into a twisted snarl of lust. Above her, Greta looked down with no emotion, not reacting at all as both of them intermittently groaned in pain and, in Hasan's case, pleasure. She didn’t take her eyes off Olivia’s pretty face as Hasan, taking almost three minutes, finally buried himself to the hilt in Olivia’s arse. He savoured it for a moment, not moving but just relishing the firm warm grip of her arse chute on his throbbing shaft. Greta once again leaned in, her sharp features made all the more intimidating by the flickering light.
“Now, girl,” Greta said, her hand leaving Olivia’s breast and grasping the vial of oil she had brought over to the table, “you’re pleasuring your master nicely but you’re doing nothing for your mistress. You don’t want that, do you? And what does your mistress enjoy most of all?” Greta left a long pause, as if expecting Olivia to answer. While waiting, she poured a small amount of the oil into a metal pan 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