Co-eds european roadtrip horror part2 by FINC

Deep into Eastern Europe on the plains of Poland an adventurous road trip by 3 college babes had quickly turned into a pit of humiliation and despair. Thinking they were helping a stranded local their hitchhiker was in fact a dominating kidnapper. Cleverly restraining all of them they had been forced to drive off the beaten track to a remote collection of ram shackle buildings. Now held under his bizarre funeral parlour the “undertaker” begins to bit-by-bit break down their resistance to his evil plans.

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From her locked bent forward position it was difficult for Keeley to lift her head to look straight ahead. The stocks bit into her shoulders; her tiny wrists snapped through even smaller gaps in the scissor wood beams. Her mouth was dripping saliva from the edge of her lips as she slurped on the big neon ball gag. The feeling was disgusting, this shy and well-behaved British girl now experiencing the darker side of sexual games. She gargled on the rubber bit trying to catch the eye of the kneeling Cassandra. The blonde prim teen with the goldilocks cascading hair was like a terrified rabbit her eyes wide, frozen to her knees watching as the undertaker wrestled with the third co-ed their fiery best friend.

Diora face was a contorted disbelieving picture.” This couldn’t be happening; it just couldn’t!” The man was trying to strip her for action, her resistance was sincere but the inevitability was so embarrassing to all of them.

The man and hot babe grunted like battling hogs; grappling for control until the undertaker spun her pushing the sexy redhead over the worktable. His hands ripping her t-shirt from her shoulders her big melons bouncing free again, Diora’s hand rising in reflex to shield them. “Its pointless fighting,” he said dispassionately,” you are all now my captives, my sex slaves no?” It was more a statement rather than question.

“Just accept your mine bitch,” he snapped as Diora’s hands swiped and missed his face; his charming eastern manner now long gone, a more detached sinister intent in its place.

He was naked a mountain of muscles in his big work boots, his cock starting to stiffen and unfurl as his hands and body wrestled with hot co-ed flesh. The room was dim and claustrophobic, the crackle of controlled flame mixed with the hum of a weak electric light bulb overhead.

“Look please you can’t do this,” Diora gasped as their bodies competed for the upper hand, arms flailing legs hooking and kicking, their efforts echoing in the confined underground dungeon. “We have money, our families have money.”

But he ignored her bargaining as Diora weakened and weakened.

He clamped his arms over her shoulder, straining to hold one then the other female hand to the edge of long wooden table as he fastened her wrists around leathered manacles. She gave a frustrated howl when both arms were locked out her breasts swaying with gravity beneath her twisting shoulders.

She was now bent over the table arms gripping either side her ass feeling the denim shorts tugged down then dragged from one cowgirl booted foot then the other. The busty woman was shrieking in a high indignant tone the sensation of her bare ass and legs rubbing against stripped denim making her spine tingle. Diora had no bra and the tiniest thong as undergarments and her full round bronzed ass barely showed the tiny piece of fabric tight in her crack.

“No! Stop it you bastard!”

His hands now able to stop pinning her and instead began to grope her big fleshy round buns and she gritted her brilliant teeth. His fingers biting into her flesh like he was kneading two enormous stress balls. “Hmmm great big slave tits,” he drooled holding both her boobs from beneath bouncing them in his palms; then griping both in claw hands twisting them.

She grunted at his rough massaging attention with total embarrassment. “Oh for fucks sake, someone help us!”

Fingers then moved to hook inside her gusset pulling the thong to snapping point. Diora shook her head as the fabric gave way the man looking back at the kneeling Cassandra, “Come closer Blondie,” he ordered. ” I need help lubricating your friends pussy hole.”

The poor blonde girl had remained kneeling totally submissive watching the pointless resistance of her friend. In the car she’d had to watch Keeley fucked over the vehicles trunk. The feelings had been horrendous but now she felt more desensitised, as if refusals to accept reality might make it all go away. But he was calling to her, calling her back into the factual world. Her mind was protesting. “He needed her to do what?”

Cassandra snapped into the here and now shaking her head her breathing laboured as she protested in horror. “No you filthy fuck I’m not fucking helping you do anything.” She reared back staggering to her feet heading for the stairs. The big virile man his rock hard cock swinging like a standard on stormy deck replied calmly in a terrifyingly arrogant and dismissive manner.

“Very well run, but if you do see what I will have to do my little bondage bride over there.” He just didn’t seem to care or even believe he was acting in any way wrong; it all seemed like a big game with an inevitable outcome he already knew. His amusement was that his captives didn’t seem to realise.

The undertaker was now glistening like an oiled body builder as he stopped molesting the bound Diora and moved towards the prostrate stock clamped Keeley. Cassy halted from her flight, rigid in her heels on the first step upwards her eyes wide chest rising and falling in her damp blouse. She wanted to run but felt compelled to listen and watch she couldn’t just leave them; could she?

The man unfastened Keeley ball gag the girl coughing and spluttering as her tongue was freed. “Cough! Oh God Cassy what’s he going to do?” Cassandra had no answer but to watch, her big blue eyes transfixed.

His hands trailed over Keeley’s back following the curve of her spine to that fine raise rump. Behind the Brits stocks was a hearth built into the wall the flames from a small well-controlled fire crackling adding to the intense heat in the room.

The undertaker never took his eyes of Cassandra fixing her with a holding stare as his hand reach towards the wall pulling down a heart shaped piece of wood and spout.

Cassandra recognised it as a bellows; a concertinaed fabric between two wooden paddles handles. This medieval device allowed you to open and close the chamber; air was drawn in along its length and then spurted out through a narrow metal spout.

He knelt to the fire thrusting the spout into the hot ambers pumping the bellows the whole fireplace roaring with added oxygen; the flames a belching orange.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

He pumped the device a few times before drawing a full chamber of hearth sooty hot air. Diora started to gasp and wrestle more with her binds as she began to understand his actions. “Oh fuck he not; please tell me he’s not!” She gasped turning the face of the British beauty porcelain white with confusion and worry.

Keeley couldn’t see but she wriggled feeling his hand on her ass the warm metal spout tapping against her flesh making her buck. The tip was touching her slit the warm nozzle a bizarre sensation. Cassandra shook her head looking at her friend’s confused face. “No he couldn’t!” She thought in horror.

Keeley was all desperate questions.” Oh Jesus Cassy oh what he going to uhhhhhhh!” The babe’s eyes stood out on storks the naughty spout sliding up inside her pussy as she bent over. Unable to close her legs or even pull away she stiffened in panic the tube deep and straight the man’s hands on the bellow paddles.

Cassy put her hand to her mouth the sweat beading on her nose and neckline.

Diora stopped her pointless attempts at escape and she too stared open mouthed her own predicament now less relevant. “No please don’t…” she never managed to finish her sentence the undertaker pressing hard forcing the bellow plate’s together Keeley’s pussy filling with hot gas.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh shittt! ” She shrieked her mouth gobbling the air her ass bouncing beautiful mammaries like boulders thundering together beneath her as her hips and back gyrated in spasm. Her tight young chute pumped full, bloated and rinsed with hot cinder air.

“Noooo! I cant take this!” She exploded in panic. The metal spout pulled from her air belching pussy the man thrusting the spout tip back into the embers pumping it again.

“This time shall we leave the spout in a little longer,” he said in mock question.

Keeley shook her head her face looking desperate at Cassy. He removed the spout from the fire ready to give the brunette another steamy injection.

“No, No!” The Cassandra shouted her legs almost giving way as she accepted the inevitability of her situation. “Just stop doing that,” she groaned as rushed back away from the stairs and into the sex carnival.

The undertaker gave a stern nod putting the bellows away and moved towards her his hand on his stiff cock, now totally oblivious to his pussy pumped brunette.

“So you do as I command pony?” He asked with his head to one side quizzically.

Cassy stuttered in confusion, “p. p. pony..?” The undertaker nodded. “Of course, a man always needs a strong creature to help his toils. I think you will do well little pony.”

“Jesus Cassy!” Diora spat frustrated with her own in ability to act sooner and now her friends’ compliance, “fucking stop listening to the bastard and start helping us.”

Cassy looked around and saw a big piece of wood baton nearby. She gripped it wielding it high like a samurai sword her legs tensed balancing on heels, grey skirt showing her thighs pushed hard against the material ready for battle.

The man thrust out a finger. “Pony put that down immediately,” he bellowed. The room echoed to his defending command. Cassy nerve buckled the man’s torso a chisel statue like mound his arms almost as thick as her sexy toned thighs.