Holly was filled with shame as her bra was cut away. For a girl that was so self conscious about her body, this was an absolute nightmare. Even though she had shut her eyes, she could feel both pairs of eyes burning into her chest as both Mehmet and Greta leered at her tits. Greta had once again been filled with rage upon seeing the girl’s bra fall away. Not only had she been blessed with a huge pair, but they were perfect, not a blemish on them. She stood just inches away from them, and brought her hand up to Holly’s left breast, just cupping it gently. She weighed Holly’s flesh in her hand, surprised by how heavy her breast was. Then without warning she slapped hard against her tit. Holly’s eyes shot open, in time for another savage blow. Greta struck Holly’s left globe five times, each time the flesh wobbling violently, and a whimper emanating from the girl’s mouth. Without saying a word, Greta brought her other hand up and gave the same treatment to the other breast until both of Holly’s tits had crimson patches growing on them.
Having let out her initial rage, Greta slowly regained her composure as she trailed her long nails across Holly’s heaving breasts. Holly flinched even at this tender touch, expecting worse. But for now Greta remained soft, tracing along her tits with the tips of her fingers, circling her index finger slowly around Holly’s erect nipple, before pinching it softly, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Holly knew what she was going to do before she did it, Greta’s soft and teasing touch only making it worse for the girl.
“Look at me.”
Greta accentuated this by sharply twisting Holly’s right nipple, causing her to cry out, a muffled scream all that made its way out of the gag. She threw her head back, as if this would alleviate the pain, but to no avail, and Greta continued to apply the pressure. It didn’t take long for Holly to obey, looking straight at her tormentor. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mehmet’s big cock standing fully erect. Greta stopped increasing the pressure on the poor girl’s nipple, but did not release. With her free hand she began to play with Holly’s other tit, squeezing and slapping it.
“Good bitch,” Greta retained her eerie monotone, “let me tell you a story.”
With each she paused she delivered another slap to Holly’s breast, or increased the pressure on her nipple just slightly.
“When I was in high school, there was this one girl in my class. Daphne. She was very popular. Everybody loved Daphne, did anything for her. Even she and I were friends, would often talk and tease one another. One day she teased me about my breasts, just friendly, no harm intended. But you see, I am not as blessed as you or her.”
This last syllable was coupled with another sharp twist of Holly’s sensitive nub, drawing yet another whimper from her. Greta continued to softly maul her other breast, before tightly pinching that nipple too.
“So I pretended to laugh and forget about it. I spoke to some people my father knew, and one day, after school, we took her. She struggled so much, much more than you or your whore friends. And once we had taken her where we wanted, we tortured her.”
This time Greta fiercely twisted both of the girl’s nipples, and Holly’s whole body shook with pain, though she kept her eyes firmly locked on her tormentor’s, partly as she was scared what might happen if she didn’t, partly as she was too scared to move.
“Oh you should have heard her scream. It was like nothing I had before. So beautiful. To see her pretty face in such pain. Of course, the men, they raped her, over and over. That is what men do, as you will soon find out. But me, I just wanted to hurt her. And I did. I hurt her all over. But most of all, I hurt these.”
Once again Greta brutally assaulted Holly’s sensitive nipples. She then stepped back, and gestured toward Mehmet, who disappeared into the back of the room, came back and handed something to Greta.
“She didn’t understand why I was doing it to her. But it was all her fault. Just because she had those ridiculous big tits. But don’t worry. I won’t let you miss out on anything. I don’t care who you are, your name, your hobbies, anything. All you are is a cunt, an asshole, a mouth and tits. Just tits. That could be your new name. All of you are the same, looking down on anyone who doesn’t have those obscene melons on their chest. That won’t be the case when I’ve finished. You will wish you’d never had them. I will make you wish you were flat chested like a little girl. But nothing can save you now.”
Holly had looked into Greta’s eyes through a wall of tears. She had wanted to scream at Greta, to tell her how everything she was saying about her was wrong, how she did not look down on any girls. Certainly not because of the size of their breasts. But it wouldn’t have mattered. Greta didn’t care. All that Greta wanted was to hurt her. And she was about to do just that.
“Mehmet, take the bitch’s panties off and that gag out,” Greta snapped, before turning her attentions toward Holly, “And remember, slut, what will happen if you say anything out of turn.”
Holly looked across to Olivia, and saw Hasan standing next to her, toying with her nipple with a long curved knife. Holly knew exactly what Greta was threatening. She felt Mehmet’s knife against her skin again, as he made short work of her underwear, exposing her pussy to the room. Quick as a flash, Mehmet had moved towards her head, and unclipped her ball gag. Holly’s mouth was so dry it was painful, and she desperately tried to fill her mouth with saliva. Before she had a chance to let a sound out of her mouth, there was a loud crack, and her right breast exploded in pain.
Greta brought the leather strap down hard right onto Holly’s right tit, and it hit with a loud crack that echoed around the room. It was followed a split second later by an equally loud scream from Holly. Immediately Greta swung again, this time catching Holly’s left breast right on the nipple, causing yet another howl of pain louder even than the first. Already a large red stripe was appearing on Holly’s right breast, and it was soon joined by another as once again Greta swung down viciously with the thick strap. Standing slightly to one side, Greta brought the strap down diagonally across both of Holly’s tits, each time eliciting a blood curdling scream from the girl. Mehmet and Hasan both watched in delight as Holly writhed and twisted in her bondage to try and escape the strap as it rained down on her luscious tits, but to no avail. Greta showed mercy as time and time again she brought the thick brown leather crashing down on Holly’s pale tits, which were rapidly turning a crimson red. Greta moved round to the other side of Holly, giving her just a moment to catch her breath and take in the searing pain from her boobs. But it wasn’t long before Greta started swinging again, her face twisted into an angry snarl as she landed blow after blow with the strap across both of Holly’s tits.
Holly writhed in pain as she was struck with savage blow after savage blow across her tits. She screamed at the top of her lungs each time the thick leather thudded into her chest. It felt like her breasts were on fire, each vicious strike only worsening it. Greta struck hard with the strap again and again, trying to cover every inch of the girl’s tits until they were painted a bright scarlet red. Greta brought the leather down a few final times on Holly’s poor abused nipples, and then allowed her arm to fall by her side. Thrashing the girl’s tits had been tough work and she had to stop for a rest, though that hadn’t stopped her enjoying every single second ever of it. Wielding that strap with such venom on those globes had been pure bliss. The way they had jiggled with each strike from the leather had been tantalising, and when coupled with her shrieks of anguish Greta had lost herself in a world of rage and ecstasy. Now she dropped the strap and stared at the damage she had caused, the girl’s perfect chest was throbbing; so many strikes across her tits had painted them a crimson red which was growing angrier by the second. Holly’s nipples seemed to have swollen slightly under the assault, and Greta could tell they would be exceptionally sore. She though about covering the girl’s whole body with the strap, until every last inch of her felt like it was on fire, but decided that could wait. There would be plenty of time for that in the next act.
Mehmet and Hasan had stood throughout the ordeal in their respective positions completely mesmerised by the sight that befell them, both their cocks rock hard as they watched. Even Mehmet had been surprised by the ferocity that Greta had struck the girl with each blow looking like it would flay her skin away, although he knew Greta would not have allowed that to happen.. They had both savoured the sounds of the girl’s screams of agony echoed around the stone walls of the basement. The girl’s scarlet tits moved rapidly up and down as she tried desperately to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. Hasan had been toying with Olivia’s hanging tits as he had watched, desperately resisting the temptation to play with himself. Each time the leather had bitten into Holly’s skin, Hasan had twisted Olivia’s nipples, enjoying the squirm of his hanging captive each time. Mehmet had no outlet for his desires, and so just stood and watched, drinking in the sights and sounds as Greta brought the strap down again and again.
Both Olivia and Lucy had closed their eyes tightly as Greta landed blow after blow on Holly. But they could not shield their ears from the crack of the leather on her skin or the screams of anguish from their friend that followed them. Whenever they did catch a glimpse they were shocked by the savagery with which the German swung the weapon, the force with which she connected with the poor girl’s breasts. With each swing of the strap that landed squarely on those big tits, Olivia let out a squeal as Hasan gleefully twisted and pulled on Olivia’s tits, who was already aching from her uncomfortable hogtie, as well as the pain her pussy had been subjected to during her rape. Meanwhile, Lucy kept her eyes closed, the pain in her arsehole still throbbing, and hung her head down, trying not only to forget her own anal rape, but to block out the sounds of Holly’s torture. As the sound of leather and skin ceased, she dared to look up, and was horrified to see Holly’s breasts, so perfect usually, be painted with red welts one on top of the other, and she feared about what was to come for all of them.
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