“Good girl,” Greta’s monotonous tone taking on a more patronising edge, before hardening again, “now beg to suck his cock.”
Lucy was stunned. She tried to look up at Greta to see if she was serious, but couldn’t get her hand round with her restraints. Instead she looked up, at Hasan, who was looking down at her grinning. His cock was inches from her face, and the smell was appalling, sweat, blood, cum and anything else stuck to his dick from her anal rape which didn’t bear thinking about. Lucy closed her eyes, as if hoping that she’d misheard, unable to contemplate what deep down she knew she would have to do.
“Well if you won’t show your gratitude,” Greta snarled, “then Mehmet will have to…”
“Please!” Lucy interrupted.
“Yes?”
“Please….let me ss..ss.suck your…c..cock…” Lucy’s sentence trailed off.
“Address him properly!” Greta’s cool demeanour vanished for a split second as she barked the command at Lucy, before moving back to the unsettlingly calm woman, “or you know the consequences.”
“Please master, let me….suck your cock.”
Lucy didn’t flinch saying it, for she knew she had absolutely no choice. As horrendous an experience as it might be, she could not live with the alternative. No sooner had the words left her mouth Hasan took a step forward until his limp cock was millimetres from her tongue. Lucy had sucked cock before, a number of times, but never under these circumstances, never when the dick she had to suck was covered in so much grime.
“Clean me bitch.”
Knowing she didn’t have a choice, Lucy stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked the head of Hasan’s cock. The taste was horrendous, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Using just her tongue, she attempted to bring more of his now limp but still large dick into her mouth. Hasan brushed her hair to one side, and slowly lowered his cock along her outstretch tongue. As more and more of his dick slid into her mouth, so the taste became worse for Lucy. As if getting raped in the arse weren’t bad enough, she now had to clean her own blood and shit off his cock. The taste was appalling, and several times Lucy had to hold back the vomit, knowing full well that would be severely punished. She ran the length of her tongue along his giant shaft, endeavouring to get the job done as quickly as possible. To her relief, Hasan’s cock did not rise again, despite how much he was enjoying her warm soft tongue running up and down his cock. He would loved to have worked up an erection, which he would have given another minute with this girl’s expert work, and skull fuck her into oblivion, but he knew there would be plenty of time to do whatever he wanted, and they had other work to do first. So Hasan just relaxed let his little bitch run her sweet little tongue up and down his cock. After about a minute, and just as he felt like he was getting hard again, he backed out, leaving Lucy with her tongue sticking out, still with her gaping arsehole leaking cum onto the cold stone floor.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you master,” Lucy didn’t need a prompt; she knew already that she was in no position to argue.
“Put her gag back in Hasan,” Greta, after giving her one final spank with the crop, moved round to Lucy’s face, “we don’t want her disturbing us.”
Hasan obliged, quickly fastening the gag back into Lucy’s mouth, who offered no resistance. He tapped her lightly on the cheek and kissed her on the forehead, which humiliated Lucy still further.
“Good job Hasan. Now, just one more to go.”
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Greta moved steadily over toward Holly. Holly knew she was coming. She had tried and failed to block out the sounds of what seemed like many hours, but had in fact been less than one. She had heard had been the grunts of the men as they fucked, the whimpers from her friends as they were fucked, the slap of flesh on the flesh and the squeak of wood and clinking of metal, and all the time the voice of that woman, unmoving, showing little emotion. She had heard as Lucy had been forced to beg so obsequiously to her rapist, and then as Greta had announced the inevitable; that she was next. Her eyes slammed shut, all she could do was hear as the shoes that were rapping on the floor came to a halt in front of her. Holly hung motionless, waiting for whatever this lunatic was going to do to her.
Greta looked the girl up and down. Her innocent little face was streaked with tears, huge wet patches on her dress from tears and saliva that had drooled out of her mouth, spread obscenely wide by the bright red gag. Her long slender legs hung limply beneath her, as if the girl were just a corpse. Indeed, were it not for the rise and fall of the girl’s chest Greta may have been concerned, worried that she might not be able to have her fun with this one. And Greta was staring at this chest now. She could tell by the bulge in the girls dress that hiding underneath the fabric was a pair of huge tits, and Greta immediately hated the girl. As demonstrated by her cleavage, Greta’s breasts had never grown above an A cup, and it had always been a sore point with her. Seeing this little bitch, so pathetic hanging there, being blessed with something she so clearly didn’t deserve. Rage built up inside the usually calculating German, and she lashed out.
The blow to her chest knocked all the wind out of Holly and caused her eyes to fly open. Greta’s cold and narrow green eyes were as far away as possible from the big brown doe eyes that stared back at her, flush with shock at the sudden violence. Holly gasped for breath, though with the ball gag restricting her breathing for a moment she felt she was going to pass out. Slowly she managed to fill her lungs again, still breathing deeply while Greta looked on with almost a smile on her face. Holly looked pleadingly into the eyes of her assailant, but she would find no mercy there. Greta relished the look of pain and fear in the girl’s eyes. Greta reached out and stroked the girl’s face, loving how she tried in vain to move away from her touch, and then brought the flat of her hand crashing against the poor girl’s cheek. Holly tried to scream, but the gag stifled everything save for a muffled whimper. Enjoying the muffled sounds coming from her mouth, Greta worked her hands down the girl’s torso, as if searching her at an airport. She felt along her sides, then moved her hands quickly over her breasts before moving further down, feeling the girl’s arse and hips. She was pleased to note the girl was fit, her body a beautiful hourglass shape with a small waist and a nice toned arse.
“Mehmet,” Greta didn’t take her eyes of the girl for one moment, “over here.”
Mehmet gave Olivia a quick pat on the cheek and moved toward Holly. He didn’t even try to hide the glee on his face. He had been waiting for this one the most. From the moment he had sat down with the three girls he had noticed this one. Shy and retiring, he could tell that she had little experience with men, and he had been instantly drawn to the girls breasts. And as he approached with his knife in hand her could not wait to cut her dress to ribbons and play with her.
“Ok,” Greta stated matter of factly, “let’s get her ready.”
Mehmet moved quickly toward her and pressed the knife against her cheeks. He looked deep into Holly’s big brown eyes, grinning as he drank in her fear. Holly was absolutely terrified. She had seen the brutality of these people with her friends, and she didn’t even want to think about what they might do to her. She couldn’t believe that she had thought about this man the night before as potential for her first time. Now the cold steel pressed against her flesh she knew it was real, and that this wouldn’t be the first time she had always dreamed of.
After caressing her cheek with the knife, he moved it down her torso, until it came to rest on her waist. Mehmet grabbed the belt that held the dress at the girl’s waist, and cut through it with one swift jerk of his hand. The belt fell to the floor, the dress now shapeless and hanging off the girl’s shoulders. Mehmet trailed the knife up again, making sure to trace the tip over Holly’s breasts. He brought the knife under one shoulder strap, and sliced through the fabric, allowing a portion of it to fall and expose her bra, and the top of her magnificent cleavage. Mehmet could barely contain his excitement as he moved the knife across her chest to the other shoulder and cut through the strap. The dress fell down and caught on Holly’s chest, revealing the tops of her breasts beautifully encased within a black bra. Mehmet pulled down on the fabric and the dress fell to the floor. Mehmet could now gaze on the full majesty of her cleavage. Her huge tits were not meant to be on display, but even Holly’s modest bra couldn’t hide her assets from Mehmet’s hungry gaze. He stared down open mouthed at her breasts, even within the confines of her bra they were magnificent. Mehmet could have looked at that cleavage all day, whether it be in a magazine or now, right in front of him. But there was more to come.
Holly closed her eyes as she felt her dress slide down her body. She could feel Mehmet’s eyes burning into her as he stared deep into her cleavage. She felt an overwhelming feeling of shame, although she knew deep down it was going to get so much worse. Mehmet’s fingers moved gradually across the top of her cleavage, pushing slightly into her flesh with his nails. He could feel the stirring already, and decided to press on. He pulled the shoulder straps together behind Holly’s back, pulling the back strap with them until it looked like her breasts were going to explode through the fabric. He cut through the shoulder straps, but kept hold of them, keeping the cups of her bra pushed deep into her tits. With one hand still pulling on her bra straps, Mehmet put the knife underneath the fabric connecting the two cups, and cut through it. Holly’s bra disappeared in an instant. Her tits bounced wildly into view, bouncing back from the strain of the bra much to Mehmet’s delight. He stepped back level with Greta, and looked down on her still jiggling assets.
Holly’s breasts were perfect. They were huge, bigger than Mehmet had ever seen in the flesh. On her medium sized frame they hung perfectly on her chest, with not a hint of sag. They were perfectly symmetrical, high up on her chest, and from what he could see, exactly the right balance of soft and firm. They were topped by large pale nipples, hardened by her fear at her situation. With each breath the Holly took her tits moved up and down slightly, her hanging body causing them to sway very lightly. Mehmet could have stared at her chest all day. It was as if Mehmet had chosen the perfect breasts and put them on this girl. He could not wait to get his hands all over them, to play with them, to torture them. His cock was hard thinking of things he would do to her, and the pain that it would cause her. Greta stepped forward.
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