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 European Nightmare

   Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual
persons or events is entirely coincidental.  Contains adult themes.  The
author does not condone any of the actions depicted in this work.  Please
do not read if you are easily offended, or find it difficult to distinguish
between fantasy and reality.
Author's Note: I would greatly appreciate any feedback whatsoever, any
suggestions or ideas for the continuation of the story or the characters
would also be much appreciated.  My email is joshuajonesxxx@gmail.com so

please don't hesitate to get in contact.  Enjoy.

   Chapter 1

   Lost in thought, Olivia stared into the man's exotic brown eyes, smiling
and only half listening, mesmerised by him looking at her as if she were
the only girl in the world.  Talking to them all, his eyes took in each one
so his looks were only momentary but it felt like hours.  Olivia couldn't
remember why they were here or how they had started talking but it didn't
matter.  Her classmates, the trip, studies, time, all were forgotten, so
engrossed was she by his stories and astonishingly handsome face.  Playing
with her hair, she stared at his light brown features, chiselled jaw, big
brown eyes, and looking down, his bulging biceps and stretched tight
t-shirt.  Biting her lip slightly as she imagined what was beneath,
thoughts of spending the night with him fluttered in her mind.  And she was
not alone.  The mysterious man entranced all three girls.

   They were quite a sight as well.  Their coach had arrived in Munich for
a few days on a two week school trip taking in the sights and culture of
Germany.  Given some free time, the three 18 year olds were exploring the
city before going on to Berlin.  Sitting in front of the man, Olivia was a
relatively small girl, just a shade over 5 foot, but her lack of height did
not make her any less attractive.  Her beautiful face could go from
innocent to sexy in the blink of an eye, her mouth was always ready to
break into a broad smile and her breasts were a full C cup although they
looked much bigger on her small frame.  Hanging just below her shoulders,
her blonde hair set off her large blue eyes perfectly.  Her infectious
personality and her cheeky sense of humour made her popular with both men
and women.  Men of course loved her good looks and firm body which she kept
in shape playing casual sport.  Coupled with her petite arse, she always
got men's interest, particularly this evening wearing shorts which showed
off her shapely legs.  She was attractive and knew it, often using it to
get what she wanted from boys.  It earned her a reputation as a bit of a
tease but she enjoyed sex even if she kept it discreet, few people knowing
what she got up to.  As she leaned forward, her loose fitting top hanging
down to tantalise him with a glimpse of her cleavage, she wondered if
tonight was the night for a holiday romance.

   On her left sat Lucy, at 5'10 the tallest of the three and different to
Olivia in every way.  If Olivia had the face of a cheeky though gorgeous
girl next door, Lucy's model good looks were much harsher, giving her a
superior air she liked to play up to.  Her long black hair was worn in a
ponytail to show off her high cheekbones, piercing green eyes and inviting
blowjob lips.  Her height was accentuated by long legs which seemed to go
on forever and her small breasts still had enough cleavage for the whole
package.  An accomplished cross-country runner, she was very fit and her
tight round arse highlighted her sex appeal.  Though popular, she didn't
have Olivia's universal appeal but men's interest was much more forthright.
She fucked a lot, usually with older men, disdaining drooling boys her own
age.  Having already shagged two men so far this trip, the stranger's
attentions were more than welcome.

   The third girl was Holly whose angelic innocent face and short brown
hair made her seem three or four years younger.  But anyone seeing her
chest knew she was a woman.  On her 5'7 frame, her Fs looked huge,
perfectly symmetrical and with no hint of sag.  But Holly refused to show
them off, hiding her considerable assets under sweatshirts and loose
clothes.  She still got leers, mainly from younger boys at school looking
in the sixth form common room windows to catch her much coveted breasts. 
Given her large bust, she worked in the gym, giving her a beautiful
hourglass figure which made her cover-up even more frustrating.  Her loose
fitting dress was her most revealing, showing off her legs though covering
her chest.  Despite her excellent body, Holly's discomfiture over her
breasts plus her natural shyness meant she had little luck with men. 
Though she didn't think herself a prude and was perfectly happy to talk
about sex even with boys, her belief that they only wanted one thing meant
she was still a virgin.  But tonight, out with her closest friends and
facing this gorgeous man, she contemplated changing that.

   Listening to his thick European accent, Olivia sipped her drink,
fantasising about the body under his t-shirt.  Thinking it wise in a
strange city to stay on the main strip, they had cruised a few bars
already, this the last for tonight.  Lucy had immediately begun flirting
with a darkly handsome barman who seemed equally interested.  Waiting with
Holly for their drinks, Olivia surveyed the bar and on seeing him couldn't
stop staring, blushing uncontrollably when he looked back.  When he
introduced himself she barely contained herself, covering it with her
natural exuberance but accepting gladly when he offered to buy drinks and
invited them to his table.  Unsurprisingly it was the talkative Olivia who
discovered his name (Mehmet), his nationality (Turkish), his age (25), and
how long he'd lived in Munich (3 years).  As he was a stranger, she was
careful about what she said but his relaxed attitude and rugged good looks
put her at ease.  Her first drink was followed by others and after half an
hour, Olivia felt more relaxed and more certain about the night to come.

   "Hey," she said, interrupting him, "I need to go to the toilet, ok?"

   "Yes, yes," Mehmet replied, "I will get more drinks?"

   "No," Lucy replied, almost sternly, "we'll get them when we get back."

   "Ah, smart girl.  I am stranger after all."

   "Ok," Olivia had almost accepted the offer but was grateful her friend
was more sensible, "see you soon!" While the girls went to the toilet,
Mehmet sat back with his beer and took a long drink.  He then pulled out
his phone and began to type.

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   In the toilets, the girls took stock of what had already been a good
evening.  "I'm going to shag him," Lucy stated flatly, not even smiling as
she adjusted her make-up.

   "You'll have to fight us off," Olivia laughed as she came out of a
cubicle.

   "No problem," Lucy, turning to face her friend, "or...?"

   "You mean" Olivia hesitated, making sure they were on the same page,
"both of us?"

   "Both," Lucy smiled, "or all three?  Holly?"

   "Well," came her voice from a cubicle, "when in Rome."

   "Ha ha, go Hols!"

   "We could see if he has a friend," Lucy suggested, "so none of us get
bored ...?"

   "How would we get them into the hotel?" asked Olivia, still not taking
the idea entirely seriously, "I'm not sneaking out."

   "Such a swot," Lucy said with faux disdain.

   "Slut." Holly replied, emerging from the cubicle.

   "We'll just go back out and see what happens, girls.  Could be a night
to remember!"

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   Waiting for them, Mehmet contemplated his good fortune.  He was often in
this bar looking for girls and he didn't have any trouble finding and
fucking them.  His eastern charm, good looks and sculpted body meant he had
the pick of women in Munich's bars.  Running his hand through his dark
tousled hair, he thought about the three drop dead gorgeous English girls,
each finding him very attractive, not in Munich long and all up for a good
time.  They were younger than girls he usually met but he enjoyed speaking
to them, particularly the blonde.  Given how different they were, he was
even more looking forward to fucking them, from the quirky little blonde to
the leggy sultry one and finally the shy one with very big tits.  Sending a
quick text, he signalled the barman who gave a thumbs up and stood when his
targets returned.

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   After another 45 minutes, Olivia felt very drunk.  It was a bit strange
since she'd only had two more drinks but she was still enjoying herself. 
She could tell Lucy was, too, her usual sexy and sultry demeanour replaced
by a much happier giddier girl who flirted outrageously with the barman who
had come over to join them.  Coming out of her shell, Holly was talking to
Mehmet.  Since they were all having a good time, Olivia forgot her unease,
finished her drink and re-joined the conversation.

   "Shit," Holly exclaimed, "we have to...to...be back."

   "Back where?" Olivia replied, feeling equally disorientated.

   "Hotel."

   "Nah, we can stay a bit," Lucy said as she broke off from the barman who
was busy touching her hair and whispering in her ear.

   "No, Lucy!" Olivia shouted so loud that people on adjacent tables turned
round to look, "otherwise Miss...Miss...Wallig will..."

   "Wallace!" Holly seemed proud to have corrected her friend.

   "Hey, girls," Mehmet said, coherent despite his broken English, "we get
you taxi."

   "No, no, we want to stay," Lucy pleaded though her eyes seemed glazed.

   "No, we get you to hotel," Mehmet said firmly, "maybe after, we meet
you, yes?"

   "Ok, baby," Lucy winked then suddenly stopped as if realising how drunk
she was.

   The two men helped the girls into a waiting car outside.  If the girls
had not been so out of it they would have seen that it was not a taxi but a
luxury car with blacked out windows and certainly would not have got in
with two strange men.  But they could barely support themselves as they
were pushed in.  Unable to sit straight, Olivia rested her face against the
leather seats, a strand of saliva running down her cheek.  By now, unable
to move, neither Lucy or Olivia noticed Holly being thrown on top of them.
Closing the door, the two men started the car and drove off into the night.

   Head pounding, Olivia barely remembered anything from last night.  Her
last memory was sitting in the bar with her friends and that strange man.
Trying to wet her mouth, she felt what seemed a large piece of plastic and,
unable to spit it out, suddenly began to panic.  Opening her eyes, she saw
only pitch black and on trying to move her arms, heard only clinking above
her.  Increasingly panicked, she tried to move her legs but they were tied
together ...  and not touching anything.  And she couldn't move her hands,
hearing clinking with each attempt.  Now really panicked, she screamed ...
in a muffled whine.  Again she screamed ...  a muffled whine ...  and
clinking.  Her head pounding, Olivia tried to think.  She couldn't remember
anything after the bar and that man.  Maybe she was at his house?  Maybe
she was safe, just so hung-over she couldn't move?  Maybe it was a dream
and she would shortly wake?

   Then she heard a muffled whimper to her right and metal rattling on
metal.  Listening intently, she heard it again.  Though her mouth and
throat burned, she whimpered in reply, hoping to communicate with whoever
made the sound.  Long silence.  Then came a moan to her left.  A terrible
thought struck her.  She'd heard two distinct sounds on either side.  Given
her memories of last night, she had a truly awful feeling.

   Suddenly there was a creak, echoing footsteps and a small chink of
light. Olivia had a momentary glimpse of her surroundings, not enough to
see much but it let her know this was really happening.  Gradually the
footsteps resolved into more than one pair of feet and different types of
shoes, growing louder and more directional until she knew they were coming
toward her.  Olivia held her breath as though staying perfectly still would
avoid whatever terror was before her.  A tense moment of silence.  Then...

   "Lights!"

   The sudden sound cut through Olivia as much as the light.  Having been
in pitch blackness, even this moderately bright light was blinding and she
took a moment to acclimatise.  When she finally opened her eyes, her heart
sank.

   The light didn't show much of the room which looked huge despite dark
shadows in the corners.  What she did see terrified her.  To her right
front and facing slightly in was Holly wearing the same loose summer dress
and sandals of the night before but hanging by her wrists from a chain
hooked to the ceiling, wrists and ankles tied with thick white rope, feet
hovering just inches off the floor.  Tears fell down her cheeks and dripped
onto the dress above her breasts, her usual joyful brown eyes a pained red.
In her mouth a large red ball gag stretched her jaw obscenely wide.  From
the ball in her mouth, Olivia knew how uncomfortable it was.  Turning her
head, she saw Lucy bound similarly, her usual sultry eyes now puzzled and
frightened.  The rest of the room had various apparatus, equipment, toys
and devices: a modified wooden exercise horse; a heavy wooden table with
straps, rings and a car battery on top; a device she recognised as a rack;
and on a partly visible shelf, an assortment of whips.  Wide-eyed in shock,
Olivia could only guess at the other horrors in the room's dark corners. 
She hung her head, staring at the floor ...and saw the tip of a pair of
boots.

   Black leather boots, criss-crossed with laces, and fishnet stockings
held by leather suspenders.  A woman, a thin triangle of fine blonde hair
pointing to her naked slit and a tight leather corset tied at the back
pushing her breasts together in a very meagre cleavage.  Her long neck rose
from prominent collar bones to the harshest and most unforgiving face
Olivia had ever seen, cheekbones so sharp they could cut, a small thin nose
and a pursed almost snarling mouth, showing no emotion.  And then her small
eyes, a bright brilliant emotionless green, so unforgiving and cold they
looked dead.  Even flitting from one hanging girl to the next, they still
felt piercing.  In her late thirties, the woman was still strikingly
attractive without being beautiful, her wrinkles reduced by hair pulled
back tightly into a bun.  And she carried a long thin black riding crop. 
On either side stood Mehmet and the bartender.  Heavy set and tall, both
wore black shirts, black trousers, black shoes and expressionless faces. 
Though bigger, the woman's green eyes set against her pale skin and black
costume chilled Olivia more.  The woman stood for long seconds before
speaking.

   "Hello, girls.  My name is Greta Schweinberg.  Welcome to my home." She
spoke deliberately as if tasting every word, in an obviously European and
probably German accent but with almost an American twang, taking long
pauses between each sentence and looking each girl in the eye several
times.

   "You have met my friends, Mehmet and Hasan.  They saw you in the bar in
Munich and liked you.  They thought I would like you so they spiked your
drinks and brought you here.  I must say they were right.  I do like you. I
am sure I will enjoy you."

   This last sentence elicited a whimper from all three girls.  Till now
they had clung to a faint hope that this was a dream or at least some
horrible practical joke.  But hearing this woman speak, every word dripping
venom, made it all too real.

   "You belong to me now.  I will do whatever I want with you.  I will hurt
you.  I will abuse you.  I will let Mehmet and Hasan fuck you till you
cannot take anymore.  Then they will fuck you again.  You will learn to do
whatever I want.  If I tell you to suck their dicks, you will do it.  If I
tell you to lick my cunt, you will do it.  If I tell you to torture your
friend, you will do it.  Failure to obey will have serious consequences."

   All three girls were crying now.  The woman did not react to her sobbing
property.  Her vulgar words emphasised the monster standing before them and
the trouble they were in.  Her English was practised, impeccable and
chilling.

   "Learning your place will take time," she continued coldly, "You are
English.  Arrogant.  Soft.  You do not know how to behave.  That will not
be tolerated.  You will learn discipline.  Self control.  You will learn
how to please both men and women.  Learning will be hard.  It will hurt. 
You will feel pain you cannot imagine.  Even if you obey I may still hurt
you.  I enjoy it.  Mehmet and Hasan enjoy it.  As Turks, they hate Western
women.  You will call me mistress and them your masters.  Welcome to
Schweinberg Castle."

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   Greta allowed the girls a moment to take her words in.  Olivia's head
was swimming and not just from the night before.  She couldn't believe it.
They had been kidnapped by this woman merely to be hurt.  This occurred in
newspapers and horror films, not to her on a school trip with her best
friends.  But she got no time to think about it.

   "We'll start with the blonde."

   With that, Hasan and Mehmet pushed Holly and Lucy back behind Olivia,
the hooks clearly on rails.  Olivia now hung alone before Greta's
intimidating stare.  When Hasan pushed her toward the woman and turned her
round, she saw her friends looking at her.  And Mehmet walking towards her
with a knife.  Eyes wide, Olivia's screams were stifled by the gag. 
Putting the knife to her face, he brushed it down her cheek, smiling as the
cold steel made her flinch.  Tracing it slowly down her neck to then her
vest, he pulled down, cutting it to reveal a plain white bra and the
cleavage she had cheekily flaunted last night.  Winking at her, he cut the
vest's shoulders and tore it off.  Tracing the tip down her bra into her
cleavage, he hooked it under the fabric and pulled toward him.  Parting
like a catapult, the cups falling to either side, her breasts bounced into
view.  Looking huge on her small frame, they hung perfectly, topped by
small perfectly centred pale nipples erect with fear.  Both men looked
intently though Mehmet could not help glancing at Holly.  After cutting the
shoulder straps, her bra crumpled in the same pile as her top, he moved his
free hand under her left breast as if weighing it, squeezing and bouncing
it up and down as if getting used to how it felt while indenting the nub of
her other nipple with the knife tip.

   "Play with them later, Mehmet," the woman snapped, "let me see the rest
of her."

   Reluctantly stopping, he traced the knife-tip down her toned stomach,
enjoying how each muscle flinched from the metal.  Pulling out the side of
Olivia's shorts, Mehmet cut the thick denim and then cut the other side. 
Sandwiched between her bound legs, only her crotch kept it on.  Slipping
his thumb beneath the hem and just grazing the top of her pussy through her
underwear, Mehmet tugged hard, the coarse fabric ripping the sensitive skin
of her inner thighs.  Olivia's muffled whimper made him smile as he dropped
the ruined garment on the pile.  Her tits already bare for all to see, now
only her white panties remained.  Again she felt the cold knife as Mehmet
cut off her panties, pulling them through her legs.  Whimpering again and
naked but for her shoes, everything was displayed, breasts, legs, stomach,
arse and the hair of her pussy, to her friends, those two strange brutes
and that woman.

   "Move!" Greta cracked the crop on her boots in emphasis.  Both men
retreated, still looking at Olivia's limp nude body.  "Let's see what I'm
working with." As Olivia had looked down the entire time, Greta tapped her
chin with the crop demanding she look up.  Too scared to disobey, Olivia
did.  Greta was very impressed.  The girl was naturally beautiful, not
using too much make up as so many women did these days.  As she moved the
crop down her breasts and stomach, she noted her toned body.  Moving behind
her new toy, boots echoing on the hard stone floor, crop trailing across
her soft skin, Greta found the rear view just as good.  Though small, her
legs were slender, topped by a beautiful peachy round arse.  Greta smiled
as she tapped each cheek with her crop then brought it down hard.  Despite
the gag, her scream was very clear, making the three kidnappers smile and
the other two girls whimper.

   "Just a little taster," Greta smirked as she touched the developing red
mark.  Trailing her hand slowly across the girl's cheeks, her long sharp
nails just grazing the skin, she ran her index finger down the cleft of
Olivia's buttocks, pushing between her legs until she felt her pussy. 
Fingering her lips a few times, she enjoyed how her muscles tightened when
she neared her opening.  Moving to the front, tracing her long nails across
Olivia as she did, Greta traced up her breasts to toy with her nipple,
rolling the sensitive little bud between her fingers and making the girl
flinch again.  As one hand toyed with a nipple, Greta dropped the crop to
run her other hand up Olivia's legs to her pussy, rubbing up and down her
opening, using her sharp nails on the sensitive flesh.  As she slipped a
finger into her hole, she flicked her nipple, catching the erect flesh with
her finger.  Olivia moaned in both shame and pain as this woman did
whatever she wanted.  The invasion of her pussy was humiliating and
scratching its sensitive walls made it worse.  Pulling out, Greta ran her
nails to Olivia's clit, toying with it as she toyed with her nipple, then
abruptly stopped.

   "Very nice," she snapped, "very nice indeed.  Mehmet tells me you like
to talk.  You will not talk yet.  You will see what you are good for.  All
you are good for.  From now on, all you do is please us.  I am sure you
will be very good at it.  Now boys, who's fucking this one?"

   Since both men knew that whoever found the girls went first, Mehmet
undressed and Hasan went to Olivia.  Seeing him come, knowing she was about
to be fucked, she desperately tried to evade, the chain above her clinking.
But there was no escaping even his one-handed grip on her legs as he cut
the rope binding her ankles.  She tried to kick but he was too strong, her
struggles only forming a thin film of sweat that glistened in the light. 
Meanwhile Mehmet stripped, Olivia's eyes widening when he pulled down his
pants.  His cock was at least 9" long and almost as thick as her wrist. 
She'd had cocks but nothing like this.  As he approached, Hasan went
behind, pressed his body to hers and grabbed her legs, splaying them apart
with surprising force to display her cunt.  She blushed as Mehmet smirked,
her friends hanging their heads in shame for her.  All the while the
woman's penetrating stare looked straight through her.  Mehmet came closer,
the tip of his circumcised cock inches from her hole and she closed her
eyes to shut out what was about to happen.  He slapped her.

   "No, pretty baby," he smiled as he said it, "you look at me." He held
his dick, precum dripping from its end.  Looking at him, she remembered
thinking excitedly about what was underneath his shirt.  She had been
right: he had an almost perfect body, perfectly defined abs, strong chest
and shoulders, arms the stuff of a girl's dreams.  But now all that muscle
was terrifying and the glint in his eyes caused tears, not lust.

   "Don't cry," he said, moving a hand to her left breast and slowly
squeezing it, "we are going to have fun." His right hand began massaging
her pussy as if trying to get her ready for him but he didn't try too hard.
He really wanted her dry for this.  Although it would be a bit painful for
him, it would be worse for her.  This first fuck would demonstrate what her
future life would be like.  The more it hurt the better.

   "MMMMPHHH," Olivia tried to plead with her eyes and a muffled whine.

   "OK," came the reply, "just me." With that he moved his cock to her
cunt, the tip resting just inside.  Behind her, Hasan held her legs open in
a loose grip, giving Mehmet something firm to fuck against and get deeper
into her.

   "Do it."

   Olivia was shocked by the thrust's brutality as Mehmet rammed home.  In
one thrust his shaft was entirely buried in her pussy with no easing in, no
foreplay.  She felt its full force as well.  Hasan was so strong he hadn't
budged on impact and the power of the man's thrust went straight up her dry
hole.  Holding it there, he enjoyed the feel of her tight young cunt then
pulled out, rasping her walls again, only to slam forward once more.  When
Olivia closed her eyes, he mouthed her tit and bit her nipple hard.

   "Look at me, bitch." Olivia stared into her rapist's eyes as he pulled
out and thrust in again.  His cock was the biggest she'd ever had, prodding
her cervix bruisingly and making her feel too full.  With her hole
stretched and no lubrication, his cock felt like fiery sandpaper rubbing
her pussy down to raw pain.  So although she kept looking at him as he
plunged into her again and again, her tears hid his face.  She could
scarcely believe last night's charming man was now treating her as just a
piece of meat.

   "Good, Mehmet," came the emotionless voice, "make it hurt."

   Speeding up, Mehmet pounded her like a sledgehammer.  No lube made each
thrust painful for him but it was nothing to hers.  He had done this before
and his enjoyment of a girl's pain was one reason he had this job.  He
relished the tears rolling down her cheeks as he pounded in and out, her
breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.  Grabbing a tit, he kneaded it
roughly, sinking his fingers into her flesh while pinching her nipple
tightly with the other hand and pulling it away from her chest.

   Olivia was in so much pain.  The piston pounding her pussy felt it would
set her on fire and if it didn't, that it would tunnel right through her.
Her back ached from being slammed against Hasan who stood unmoving behind.
When Mehmet grabbed her breasts, painfully mauling one and tugging so hard
on the other she thought it might rip off.  On feeling wetness inside her,
she thought her body had betrayed her but soon realised this was not so,
the bleeding panicking her even more.  She could tell from Mehmet's
satisfaction that he knew as well.

   "She is bleeding," Mehmet crowed with unmistakable pride.

   "Virgin?"

   "No, no, she has had cock before."

   "Good boy," Greta barely acknowledged this new information, "don't
stop."

   The pain he caused spurred Mehmet on to do more than hurt: he wanted to
humiliate her.  And so the fingers tugging her nipple moved up to stroke
her cheek delicately as if really making love.  Pulling her to him until
their faces almost touched, he leant in to kiss her mouth with its
protruding ball gag and then her forehead as lovers would ...  while his
cock drove into her mercilessly.  Putting his forehead on hers, he held for
a moment before grabbing her soft blonde hair and pulling back hard.

   Having her hair pulled and her head snapped back was almost a relief for
Olivia since she didn't have to look at him.  She could scarcely believe
this was happening and only the burning pain in her pussy and tits stopped
her from thinking it all a dream.  But it was real.  She was shocked that
someone enjoyed her pain, increasing it by acting tender to taunt her by
emphasising how far the reality was from her fantasy of the night before.
But her relief was short lived as she was jerked back to face him.

   Knowing he was close, Mehmet pulled her head down to look in her eyes as
he came.  Thrusting deeply into her cunt, his whole body twitched as wave
after wave of cum shot into her womb.  As the last cum shot from his cock,
he winked at her and then pulled out his softening dick, a pink trail of
blood and cum connecting them.  He milked his last remaining jizz onto the
outside of her pussy as the juice poured from her hole onto the pile of
clothes beneath.  Taking the shred of cloth that had been Olivia's bra, he
wiped the mess off his now limp cock before tapping her cheek, pinching her
nipple and bouncing her breast up and down.  When he walked behind Greta,
Hasan promptly dropped Olivia, her shoulders almost wrenching from their
sockets as her arms took all her weight, to also stand behind the German.

   "Well done, Mehmet," Using the same emotionless voice, Greta turned
toward Olivia, "Do you think she enjoyed that?"

   "No," Mehmet replied with a smile, "but I did."

   "I'm sure you did," Now she spoke to the girl, "and I'm glad you didn't.
If you think that was bad, you have a lot to learn.  Look at me when I
speak to you!" A heavy slap to Olivia's face punctuated the command. 
Almost in a trance so as not to think about her rape, the blow forced her
to focus on the woman despite stars dancing in her eyes.

   "I hope you now realise you are no longer who you thought you were.  No
longer Olivia.  No longer a pretty cheeky little English who does what she
wants.  You do not control your own body.  You do nothing without my
permission.  You do not speak.  You do not piss.  You do not shit.  You do
not cum.  Not without my permission.  You only breathe because I allow it.
Is that understood?"

   Olivia was too shocked to even nod her head.  Still reeling from the
blow, this speech would have started her crying if she had any tears left.
But she had to agree or the consequence would be even worse.  Slowly,
meekly, she nodded.  "Good," Greta lightly tapped the same cheek she had
struck with such force, "soon we'll take that out of your mouth and you can
address me properly.  But not yet."

   Turning, she strode back to the men, her brusque walk as chilling as her
voice.  Greta had enjoyed watching Mehmet rape Olivia.  Besides the pain of
the fucking, she knew the girl was shocked this handsome man could rape her
so brutally and take such pleasure in causing her pain.  It was the first
of many, many enjoyable steps to breaking these girls.  But Greta wouldn't
rush, relishing every moment of pain she and the men inflicted on their new
toys.  She whispered to Hasan who nodded.

   "Then hang her back up, we've got more to do."

   Moving toward Olivia who tried to back away, the men were now more
relaxed, less intimidating, completely ignoring her attempt at evasion by
treating her as an object to be moved.  First removing her shoes, her last
remaining clothing, they unhooked her and put her facedown on the floor. 
Working quickly, they cut the rope binding her wrists, pulled her arms
behind her and rebound them.  Tying her ankles, Mehmet then bent her legs
back until her heels touched her wrists then tied her wrists and legs
together.  Meanwhile Hasan tied some rope around her stomach before tying
the loose end to her hands and feet with a small loop at the end.  Tying
the girl's hair into a pony tail, he then tied it to the knot in the
middle. Lifting her up, they then put the loop round the hook, suspending
her in the air.  It had taken less than a minute.

   Olivia couldn't believe how quickly she was taken down, tied and hung
back up.  Nor could she believe their callousness, treating her like a
joint of meat in a butcher's shop, tied so tightly she couldn't move and
with her head tied back, able to only look straight at Greta.  The only
relief was the rope round her midriff which took the strain off her
shoulders for the first time.  She was tied so skilfully that her body was
perfectly parallel to the ground, her breasts hanging down.  Pushing her
slightly to check her bonds, Greta flicked her nipples then strode back to
the other girls.  "Ok then," again speaking matter of factly, "who's next?"