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 Chapter 2

   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: As this is my first story I would greatly appreciate any
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   Lucy had hung motionless through Olivia's ordeal, desperately trying to
pretend it wasn't happening by closing her eyes.  But Olivia's whimpers and
the grunts of the man fucking her made that impossible so she resolved to
watch what happened, to steel herself for her own torture.  Though Olivia's
incessant talking occasionally irritated her, she was so used to seeing her
happy, cheerful and cracking jokes that watching Mehmet buck in and out,
brutally raping her friend, brought her to tears.  But she knew that worse
was to come; just raping Olivia would not satisfy these people.  She cursed
herself for getting into this position.  How could she have been so
stupid!? Such self-accusations went through her head as she watched Olivia
trussed up in a bizarre position.  And then the glare of that woman fell on
her.

   "Lucy, your turn" Greta said it as if hosting the world's most sadistic
game show.  Lucy snapped out of her reflective mood at the mention of her
name.  Those green eyes were now looking straight into her own.  Greta held
her gaze for a moment before gesturing Lucy to come closer and Mehmet
pushed Lucy along the rail until she was between Olivia and Holly's hanging
bodies.  Walking in front of her, Hasan surveyed her lithe beauty.

   "How do you like Hasan, Lucy?" Greta asked, in the same monotonous tone,
"You seemed to like him last night.  After an hour you were all over him.
Typical English slut.  You saw what I did to your friend.  I don't think
you will enjoy this any more."

   Lucy was determined not to give this woman the satisfaction of seeing
her upset but it was very difficult.  She had only been trying to enjoy
herself, a night out with her girls, meeting some nice European men.  How
could this have possibly happened?

   "You remember what I said last night, baby?" Hasan asked, not even
trying to contain his excitement, "I said I would rip that dress right off
you, yes?"

   Lucy didn't remember.  She slightly remembered the barman but didn't
remember talking to him.  But it didn't matter.  Mehmet came into her field
of view with a large piece of wooden furniture and placed it between Hasan
and Lucy.  She saw what looked like a modified wooden horse with the neck
and head removed, and a slightly raised bump at one end.  About waist
height with straps near the bottom of all four legs, it was heavy, taking
all of Mehmet's considerable strength to carry.

   Looking at the horse then at Lucy, Mehmet smiled, images running through
his mind.  Hasan stepped round the horse to stand in front of the girl.  He
ran his hand down her cleavage but took less time than Mehmet with Olivia.
Watching his friend fuck the cute little blonde had turned him on something
fierce and he couldn't wait to start.  He tore at her dress, the shoulder
straps not breaking immediately but digging into her skin.  Another yank
and her dress slid down her body to crumple on the floor.  Even without her
figure hugging dress she was still gorgeous, barely an ounce of extra fat
on her teenage body.  Her legs went on forever and Hasan couldn't wait to
get her lace panties off and inspect what was underneath.  Not bothering
with the knife Mehmet had used, Hasan simply tore them to shreds, exposing
a trimmed patch of hair pointing toward her young tight pussy.  Spending
little time admiring it, he reached behind her, undoing her bra clasp and
yanking forward, the straps digging into her back before giving way.  His
strength was impressive, turning her designer clothes into rags in seconds.
He took a moment to admire her breasts.  On her tall body they looked small
but when he fondled them he showed they were plenty big enough to have fun
with.  Lucy hung still throughout the ordeal, seemingly resigned to her
fate.  When Mehmet cut the rope at her ankles, she almost held her legs up
to be entered.  But he did not repeat Olivia's routine.  Instead he took
her wrists off the hook and let her fall to the floor.  The impact woke her
up and she began to fear, not knowing what was happening.

   Moving quickly, Mehmet grabbed her by her hips and lifted her onto the
horse while Hasan did the same with her shoulders, lining her up so the
raised bit went just under her pubic hair with her shoulders on the other
end.  She fit perfectly, the length of the horse exactly matching her body
and its height her legs.  Hasan then cut the rope tying her wrists and tied
each arm tightly to a leather strap on the front legs.  Mehmet did the same
with her legs, securing straps just above her knee.  A strap was then
passed over her back, securing her in place, and further straps on each leg
were secured to rings in the floor.  Lucy was now bent over the rudimentary
apparatus, her arse stuck tantalisingly up in the air, with the width of
the horse causing her legs to spread wide, giving Mehmet a full view of her
pussy and arsehole.

   Greta stalked around Lucy, admiring her body from every angle.  She ran
the crop delicately over her back, teasing her by occasionally tapping her
lightly with the crop's tip.  Moving round to the girl's rear, Greta ran
the crop over Lucy's exposed holes, each time causing her to twitch and
buck.  Just as she had with Olivia, Greta grazed the cheeks of Lucy's arse
with the crop, before bringing it down hard, this time twice, both times
savouring her whimpering.  Tracing her crop across the girl once more she
moved round to the front, signalling to Mehmet to pull the girl's head up
so she could look her in the eye.  Off to a side, Lucy saw Hasan
undressing.

   "I am sure you know what is about to happen," Greta's unwavering
demeanour only grew more chilling, "but it is not the same as for your
friend.  Given your actions last night, Hasan will punish you in a way more
deserving of your status."

   Greta stepped out of the way, allowing Lucy a clear view of Hasan.  He
stood in front of her, stripped naked, his body sculpted like a Greek
statue.  But the only thing Lucy saw was his manhood.  Hasan held his cock
in his hand, spitting on it and rubbing it up and down.  It was huge.  She
had seen Mehmet's just before he had plunged it into Olivia and had thought
it the biggest she had seen.  But Hasan's easily surpassed that.  It was a
foot long and thicker than anything Lucy had seen even in porn.  She may
have had a lot of sex but she was sure it wouldn't fit inside her.  She
also noticed he was spitting on it, as if lubricating himself.  But if they
hadn't done that for Olivia, why were they doing it for her?

   Smiling hugely, Hasan walked up to the bound girl, unable to contain his
excitement.  He had been waiting for this since flirting with her at the
bar.  When he saw the three girls walk in, he had signalled Mehmet,
declaring them the targets for the evening.  Expertly spiking their drinks,
he gave them enough not to alarm but enough that they could easily be taken
back to the castle.  He knew he'd enjoy fucking all three but this stuck up
bitch was the one he'd waited most eagerly for.  As soon as he saw her,
he'd known her type, always walking around like they owned the place,
sneering down her nose at every man she met.  He walked up to her and
rubbed the end of his dick over her face, relishing her look of disgust. 
Moving towards her rear, he trailed his free hand along her back, teasing
her.  Mehmet moved off to a side, taking up a better position to watch the
show.  Standing behind the girl, admiring her two holes splayed open for
him, Hasan moved into position, running the tip of his cock along the lips
of her pussy and leaving one hand on the small of her back to feel her body
tense.  Spitting on his cock one last time, he lined up the entrance to her
cunt and then, just as she relaxed, accepting her fate, moved his dick an
inch higher.

   As she felt his cock rubbing her pussy lips, Lucy braced herself for the
invading cock, fists clenched, nails digging into her palms, feet curled up
as she prepared to be fucked.  But when the dick moved from her pussy and
over her puckered arsehole, she relaxed, completely thrown.  That split
second was enough for Hasan to slip just the end of his cock in before her
arsehole clenched again.  Lucy panicked as she felt this unexpected
invasion, clenching as quickly and firmly as she could, trying desperately
to force his cock out.  Though she tried shutting her sphincter as hard as
she could, she could not force him out.

   "Hey baby," Hasan rested, waiting for Lucy to tire, "I said I would show
you good time.  It is shame it is not for you!"

   Lucy would have gritted her teeth had it not been for the ball gag
wedged in her mouth.  She stretched every sinew in her body, trying to shut
him out.  She had been with a lot of men but had let none into her arse. 
She had never seen a reason to let a man she barely knew use her like a
porn star and if she were ever to do it, it would only be with somebody she
was serious about.  To have this brute do it to her for the first time
angered her but perhaps worse for a girl as proud as Lucy, that man was
treating her like a piece of meat and she could do nothing about it.  Soon
she couldn't hold out anymore.  Hasan had his full weight bearing down on
her and when she relented for just a split second, he slid in another
couple of inches.  Again Lucy clenched but with more of his cock inside
her, she knew it was hopeless.  She held for as long as she could but once
again she relented, and once again Hasan inched his way in, before she used
her last reserves of strength to tense once again.

   Hasan groaned as he slid further into the girl.  He was surprised how
powerfully she clenched her hole on his cock, stopping his slide into her
virgin anus.  But it didn't matter.  He knew she couldn't keep him out
forever, and each time she released for a split second he continued his
inexorable progress deep into her bowels.  Even if it took him an hour to
get inside her he wouldn't care.  He savoured her warm cheeks clenching his
cock, enjoying the sight of her back twitching as she tried desperately to
keep him out.  He was halfway buried inside her and thought for a moment
about forcing his way in but decided against it.  It would be much better
if she allowed him in, giving up the rights to her body almost voluntarily.
But when he looked up, Greta was scowling at him, obviously impatient.  And
so, when Lucy next relaxed just a little, Hasan thrust forward with all his
weight, burying his cock up to the hilt.

   Lucy couldn't believe the size of the dick buried inside her.  When
Hasan's wiry pubic hair pressed against her arse cheeks, she felt her body
would split in two as it slid all the way in.  The pain of his dick just
being there was bad enough but she could barely contain her tears as she
thought about what it would feel like when he started fucking in and out of
her.  As he moved his cock slowly back she tried clenching again but had no
strength left.  He pulled out until only the head remained inside her and
then rammed forward with all his weight and all his 12" cock slamming into
her rigid body held firmly to the horse by the straps.  The leather rubbed
her back, her wrists and her legs, and her nipples and pussy rubbed
slightly against the harsh wood.  The slap of his swinging testicles
against her inner thighs reverberated around the basement.  Grabbing a
chunk of her hair, he yanked her head back as he pulled out and then
slammed into her again and again.  The walls of her arse chute gripped him
harder than anything he had ever experienced but with each thrust Lucy's
resolve weakened, and soon Hasan was able to pump in and out of the poor
girl faster and faster.  With one hand tightly gripping Lucy's long black
hair, he used the other to grip her left hip, slamming into her again and
again.

   Mehmet watched as Hasan fucked the brains out of the poor girl.  By
pulling her hair back Hasan pulled the girl's head up, allowing Greta and
Mehmet to look into the little bitch's eyes.  He loved watching when they
were forced look at them, loved watching the fight slowly disappear from
their eyes.  Looking into her anguished eyes as Hasan's giant prick fucked
in and out of her arsehole got him stirring again.  But he knew he would
have plenty of time to enjoy himself later.  Greta meanwhile enjoyed it
just as much.  Watching Mehmet rape the blonde girl and Hasan sodomising
the tall one had her pussy on fire.  But she restrained herself.  There
would be plenty of time for her fun later.

   Hasan and Lucy, though, were too lost in their own world to care about
their audience.  The grip and warmth of Lucy's arsehole was pure ecstasy
for Hasan whose speed now increased with every thrust.  His hips pounded
into her arse cheeks with frightening force, shaking the heavy horse Lucy
was mounted on.  His cock burrowed into her, pushing as deep into her
bowels as it could go.

   While the rape was pure heaven for Hasan, it was absolute torture for
Lucy.  With every thrust forward the straps on her wrist, ankles and back
rubbed her skin raw.  Her nipples and pussy rubbed mercilessly on the wood,
her hair felt it was being pulled straight out by its roots and her jaw
ached from hours with the gag in.  But that was nothing compared to the
pain in her arse.  The walls of her arse chute were spread impossibly wide
and she felt at any moment she might tear in two.  Each time Hasan's huge
member ploughed into her, the pain in her arsehole worsened, the lack of
lubrication causing the burning on the inner walls to grow worse and worse.
And as Hasan moved toward his climax, as each stroke got quicker and
quicker, the pain in Lucy's arse became unbearable and, tears streaming
down her face, she screamed into her gag.  He was now pumping in and out of
her at a ferocious speed, grunting fiercely as again and again he slammed
his member as far into her as it could while repeatedly slapping her cheeks
with his free hand.  The horse, though secured firmly to the floor,
squeaked and rocked with every thrust, such was the force Hasan created. 
And he was close.  Powerfully pulling Lucy's hair toward him, he thrust
deep into her, feeling his balls tightening as he prepared to spill his
seed.

   Lucy screamed her loudest as her hair was nearly yanked out of her head.
Hasan's body slammed into her one final time, harder than he had before,
burrowing so far into her that Lucy felt he would pop out her mouth.  She
felt his entire body twitch as wave after wave of cum flooded her bowels.
It seemed like the torrent would never end, Hasan coming as hard as he had
ever come in his life.  He pulled her hair back further, causing her hole
to tighten and milk the last drops of cum from his softening member then
collapsed on top of her.  After a few seconds he felt his dick go soft and
slip out of her arse, now slick with cum and the smallest trickle of blood.
Using Lucy's back to heave himself up, he then walked round and crouched in
front of his victim, staring her directly in the eye.  At this Greta strode
toward Lucy.

   "Well done, Hasan," she said as she trailed the crop across Lucy's back
again, "I'm sure our guest would love to thank you for all your hard work."
Greta passed her crop slowly down Lucy's crack and over her abused hole,
running the tip over the sore area repeatedly.  "Listen, slut," she
continued, "you are going to thank your master for giving you what you
wanted.  For this you will need to speak.  I am sure you will be obedient.
But if you are not, Mehmet will cut off your friend's nipple."

   Lucy looked up to see Mehmet standing by Olivia, his fingers pinching
her hanging right breast just below the nipple and holding a knife against
her sensitive flesh.  Olivia's eyes were wide with fear, looking directly
into Mehmet's as he smiled back.  She glanced at Lucy for a split second,
pleading with her friend to spare her.

   "Is that understood, whore?"

   Although she hated the situation, Lucy knew she had no choice.  She
would do anything for her friend even if it meant debasing herself by
thanking her rapist and answering to the names of `slut' and `whore'. 
Gathering herself she nodded slowly.

   "Excellent.  Take it off, Hasan.  And remember," Greta punctuated this
with a short slap on Lucy's arse cheek, "one word out of turn and blondie
loses a nipple."

   Hasan moved his hands to the strap of Lucy's gag, looking in her eyes
the entire time.  He slowly took the red ball out of Lucy's mouth, the
dryness of her lips causing it to stick for a moment before it came away.
Her jaw ached so much from the gag that it took a moment to close.  Her
mouth was so dry and she started to panic as she realised she couldn't
speak immediately.  She frantically tried to get some moisture into her
mouth, so desperate was she to save her friend.

   "I thought you had something to say."

   "Thaaaaa..." Lucy fought to get the words out.

   "Go on."

   "Thaaan..k....y..."

   "Spit it out bitch."

   "Thankkkkk yoouuuu..."

   "Aren't you forgetting something," Greta teased, then her voice suddenly
hardened as she thrashed the riding crop against Lucy's arse again, drawing
a whimper from her parched mouth, "address him properly."

   "Thank you......master."

   With that Hasan leaned forward and kissed her forehead then, planting
his mouth on Lucy's, thrust his tongue playfully into her before standing
up, his cock dangling in front of her face.  Lucy had never felt so low in
her entire life.  Not only had she been drugged and kidnapped, she had then
been anally raped and forced to thank her rapist before he kissed her.  She
felt all her dignity and self respect completely gone.  But things were
about to get even worse.

   "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 head round.  Instead she looked up at Hasan
who looked down, grinning at her.  His cock was inches from her face and
the smell was appalling, sweat, blood, cum and ...  other stuff which
didn't bear thinking about stuck to his dick from her anal rape.  Lucy
closed her eyes, hoping 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 ..."

   "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 becoming once again
unsettlingly calm, "or you know the consequences."

   "Please, master, let me....suck your cock."

   Lucy didn't flinch saying it for she knew she had no choice.  As
horrendous as the experience might be, she could not live with the
alternative.  Hasan immediately stepped forward, his limp cock millimetres
from her tongue.  Lucy had sucked cock a few times before but never under
these circumstances, never when the dick she had to suck was covered in so
much ...  shit.  "Clean me, bitch."

   Knowing she had no choice, Lucy stuck her tongue out and tentatively
licked the head of his 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 outstretched
tongue.  As more and more of his dick slid into her mouth, the taste became
worse.  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 vomit, knowing full well that would be
severely punished.  She ran the length of her tongue along his giant shaft,
trying to get the job done as quickly as possible.  To her relief, Hasan's
cock did not rise again, despite how much he enjoyed her warm soft tongue
running up and down his cock.  He would love to have worked up an erection
which, given another minute of this girl's expert work, he would have,
skull fucking her into oblivion.  But he knew there would be plenty of time
later to do whatever he wanted.  They had other work to do first.  So Hasan
just relaxed, letting his little bitch run her sweet little tongue up and
down his cock.  After a minute and just as he was getting hard again, he
backed out, leaving Lucy with her tongue sticking out, her gaping arsehole
leaking cum onto the cold stone floor.

   "What do you say?"

   "Thank you, master," Lucy didn't need a prompt; she already knew she was
in no position to argue.

   "Put her gag back in, Hasan," after giving her one final spank with the
crop, Greta moved round to face Lucy, "we don't want her disturbing us."

   Hasan quickly fastened the gag back into Lucy's mouth who offered no
resistance.  He tapped her cheek lightly and kissed her forehead,
humiliating her still further.

   "Good job, Hasan.  Now just one more to go."

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   Greta moved toward Holly.  Holly knew she was coming.  For what seemed
many hours but had in fact been less than one, she had tried and failed to
block the grunts of the men as they fucked, the whimpers from her friends
as they were fucked, the slap of flesh on the flesh, the squeak of wood and
clinking of metal, and all the time that woman's voice, unmoving, showing
little emotion.  She had heard Lucy forced to beg so obsequiously to her
rapist and now Greta had announced the inevitable: she was next.  Her eyes
shut but she heard the shoes rapping on the floor and stopping in front of
her.  Holly hung motionless, waiting for whatever this lunatic was going to
do.

   Greta looked the girl up and down.  Her innocent little face was
streaked with tears that had fallen in huge wet patches on her dress and
saliva drooled from her mouth, spread obscenely wide by the bright red gag.
Her long slender legs hung limply as if she were just a corpse.  Indeed,
were it not for the rise and fall of her chest, Greta may have been
concerned that she might not have her fun with this one.  And Greta was
staring at this chest now.  She could tell that beneath the bulge in the
girl's dress was a pair of huge tits.  Greta immediately hated the girl. 
Her own breasts had never grown above an A cup and it had always been a
sore point.  Seeing this little bitch, so pathetically hanging there,
blessed with something she so clearly didn't deserve, caused such a rage
inside the usually calculating German that she lashed out.

   The blow to her chest knocked the wind out of Holly and her eyes flew
open.  Greta's cold and narrow green eyes were a universe away from the big
brown doe eyes that stared back at her, flushed with shock at the sudden
violence.  Holly gasped for breath, the ball gag so restricting her
breathing that for a moment she felt she was going to pass out.  Slowly she
managed to fill her lungs, breathing deeply while Greta looked on, a smile
almost on her face.  Holly looked pleadingly into the eyes of her assailant
but she found no mercy there.  Relishing the look of pain and fear in her
eyes, Greta reached out to stroke 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 into 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 his glee.  He'd been waiting for this one the most.
From the moment he had sat down with the girls, he had been instantly drawn
to this girl's breasts.  Shy and retiring, he could tell she had little
experience with men.  As he approached, knife in hand, he 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 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 didn't even want to think about what they might do to
her.  She couldn't believe that the night before she had thought this man
as potentially her first time.  With 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,
coming to rest on her waist.  Grabbing the waist belt holding the girl's
dress, he cut through it with one swift jerk of his hand.  It fell to the
floor, the dress now shapeless and hanging off her shoulders.  Mehmet
trailed the knife up again, tracing the tip over Holly's breasts, bringing
the knife under one shoulder strap and slicing through the fabric, allowing
part of it to fall and expose her bra and the top of her magnificent
cleavage.  He could barely contain his excitement as he moved the knife
across her chest to the other shoulder and cut the strap.  The dress fell
down and caught on Holly's chest, revealing the tops of her breasts
beautifully encased in a black bra.  Mehmet pulled down on the fabric and
it fell to the floor, allowing him to gaze on the full majesty of her
cleavage.  Her huge tits were not totally exposed but Holly's modest bra
couldn't hide her assets from his hungry gaze.  Even confined by her bra,
her breasts were magnificent.  Staring open mouthed, Mehmet could have
looked at them all day, whether in a magazine or in the flesh.  But there
was more to do.

   Holly closed her eyes as her dress slid down her body.  She felt his
eyes burning into her as he stared into her deep cleavage, feeling an
overwhelming shame, although she knew deep down it was going to get so much
worse.  His 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, pulling the shoulder straps together behind her
back, pulling the back strap with them until her breasts looked as if they
would 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 her bra straps, Mehmet put the knife beneath
the fabric connecting the two cups and cut through.  Holly's bra
disappeared in an instant, her tits bouncing wildly into view, bouncing
back from the strain of the bra much to his delight.  He stepped back level
with Greta and looked at her still jiggling mounds.

   Holly's breasts were perfect.  They were huge, bigger than Mehmet had
ever seen in the flesh.  On her medium frame they hung high up on her chest
with not a hint of sag, perfectly symmetrical and from what he could see,
exactly the right balance of soft and firm.  They were topped by large pale
nipples, hardened by fear.  With each terrified breath, her tits slightly
moved up and down, her hanging body making them also sway a little.  Mehmet
could have stared at them all day.  It was as if God had chosen the perfect
breasts and put them on this girl.  He could not wait to get his hands on
them, to play with them, to torture them.  His cock was hard thinking of
what he would do to her and the pain it would cause.  Greta stepped
forward.

   Holly was filled with shame as her bra was cut away.  For a girl so self
conscious about her body, this was an absolute nightmare.  Even though she
had shut her eyes, she felt two pairs of eyes burning into her as both
Mehmet and Greta leered at her tits.  On seeing the girl's bra fall away,
Greta was once again filled with rage.  Not only had she been blessed with
huge tits but they were perfect, not a blemish on them.  Standing just
inches away, she brought her hand to Holly's left breast, cupping it
gently, weighing the flesh, surprised by how heavy her breast was.  Then
without warning she slapped it hard.  Holly's eyes shot open, in time for
another savage blow.  Greta struck Holly's left globe five times.  Each
time the flesh wobbled violently and each time the girl whimpered. 
Silently Greta used her other hand to treat the other breast the same way
until both 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 who flinched even
from this tender touch, expecting worse.  But she just softly traced her
tits with the tips of her fingers, circling her index finger slowly around
her 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 made it worse for the girl.

   "Look at me."

   Greta emphasised this by sharply twisting Holly's right nipple, making
her cry out, a muffled scream that all but made its way out of the gag. 
She threw her head back as if this would alleviate the pain but to no
avail. Greta continued to apply the pressure until Holly obeyed, looking
straight at her tormentor.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mehmet's
big cock standing fully erect.  Greta stopped increasing the pressure on
the poor girl's nipple but did not release it while playing with Holly's
other tit with her free hand, squeezing and slapping it.

   "Good bitch," Greta said in her eerie monotone, "let me tell you a
story." With each pause, she slapped Holly's breast or slightly increased
the pressure on her nipple.  "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.  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 emphasised with another sharp twist of Holly's
sensitive nub.  She whimpered again.  Greta continued to softly maul her
other breast before tightly pinching that nipple too.

   "So I pretended to laugh and forget 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 nipples and Holly's whole body
shook with pain.  But she kept her eyes firmly locked on her tormentor's,
partly because she was scared of what might happen if she didn't, partly
because she was too scared to move.

   "Oh, you should have heard her scream.  It was like nothing I had heard
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, returning to hand 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 a flat-chested little girl.
Nothing can save you now."

   Holly looked into Greta's eyes through a wall of tears.  She wanted to
scream, to tell her everything she said about her was wrong, how she did
not look down on any girl, certainly not because of the size of their
breasts.  But it wouldn't have mattered.  Greta didn't care.  All Greta
wanted to do was 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 at Olivia and saw Hasan standing next to her, a long curved
knife toying with her nipple.  She knew exactly what Greta was threatening.
She felt Mehmet's knife against her skin again, making short work of her
underwear, exposing her pussy to the room.  When Mehmet 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 could make a sound, there was a
loud crack and her right breast exploded in pain.

   Greta brought the leather strap down hard onto Holly's right tit,
hitting it with a loud crack that echoed around the room.  A split second
later, an equally loud scream from Holly followed.  Immediately Greta swung
again, this time catching her left breast right on the nipple, causing yet
another even louder howl of pain.  Already a large red stripe appeared 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,
she brought the strap down diagonally across both of Holly's tits, each
time eliciting a blood curdling scream.  Mehmet and Hasan watched in
delight as she writhed and twisted in her bonds, trying to escape the strap
as it rained down on her luscious tits.  But to no avail.  Greta showed no
mercy, again and again bringing the thick brown leather crashing down on
Holly's pale tits, rapidly turning them a crimson red.  She moved to
Holly's other side, giving her a moment to catch her breath and take in the
searing pain from her boobs.  And then Greta started swinging again, her
face twisted into an angry snarl, strapping both of Holly's tits with blow
after blow.

   Holly writhed in pain as savage blow after savage blow cracked across
her tits.  She screamed at the top of her lungs every time the thick
leather thudded into her chest.  Her breasts felt 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 a
bright scarlet red.  Bringing the leather down a few more times on Holly's
poor abused nipples, she then let her arm to fall to her side.  Thrashing
the girl's tits had been tough work and she had to rest.  But she enjoyed
every single second of it.  Wielding that strap with such venom on those
globes had been pure bliss.  The way they jiggled with each strike from the
leather had been tantalising and, 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'd caused.  The girl's perfect chest was
throbbing, so many strikes across her tits painting them a crimson red
growing angrier by the second.  Her nipples seemed to have swollen slightly
under the assault and Greta could tell they would be exceptionally sore. 
She thought about covering the girl's whole body with the strap until every
last inch of her felt it was on fire.  But she decided it could wait. 
Plenty of time for that later.

   Mehmet and Hasan were completely mesmerised, both their cocks rock hard
as they watched.  Even Mehmet was surprised by Greta's ferocity, each blow
seeming likely to flay the skin away although he knew Greta would not allow
that to happen.  They both savoured the girl's agonised screams echoing
around the basement's stone walls, her scarlet tits moving rapidly up and
down as she tried desperately to catch her breath, the tears streaming down
her face.  Hasan toyed with Olivia's hanging tits as he watched,
desperately resisting the temptation to play with himself.  Each time the
leather bit Holly's skin, he twisted Olivia's nipples, enjoying his hanging
captive's squirming squeals.  With no outlet for his desires, Mehmet just
stood and watched, drinking in the sight and sound of Greta bringing 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 their friend's anguished screams.  Whenever
they caught a glimpse they were shocked by the German's savagery,
ferociously swinging the strap down on the poor girl's breasts.  And as
each swing of the strap landed squarely on those big tits, Hasan gleefully
twisted and pulled Olivia's own tits.  Her pained squeals added to her
aching uncomfortable hogtie as well as the pain she still felt from 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 the sounds of Holly's torture.  As the sound of leather
on skin ceased, she dared look up and was horrified to see Holly's breasts,
usually so perfect, painted in red welts one on top of the other.  She
feared it would happen to them all.

   "Mehmet," Greta continued as if nothing had happened, "time."

   And Mehmet moved swiftly behind Holly, running his hands up her body
until he reached her tits.  Gleefully he grabbed them and slowly squeezed,
drawing whimpers from Holly.  Moving his fingers up to her sore nipples, he
toyed with them, rolling them between his fingers, pinching and twisting
them.  Holly was too exhausted to cry out as he subtly abused her, only
whimpering softly as his rough hands buried themselves in her tits.  Mehmet
was in heaven, taking her massive globes in each hand as best he could,
feeling the heat radiating off her skin as he slowly kneaded Holly's tits
from behind.  His semi-trance was soon broken though.

   "Quickly."

   Obeying, Mehmet unhooked Holly's arms from the ceiling and quickly cut
the ropes holding her hands and feet.  Bringing her arms behind her back,
he retied them before she could even react.  Then, holding her by the
stomach with one hand, he adjusted the hook above her head, lowering it a
couple of feet.  Lifting her up and hooking her wrists onto the chain, he
held her there for a second before slowly taking his hands away.  Holly's
torso slowly lowered while her hands were held by the hook.  Slowly but
surely her shoulders took her entire weight, far more painfully than
before. She was in a classic strappado position, her arms pulled painfully
up behind her, her entire weight placed on her shoulders.  Holly squealed
as her arms felt they were being pulled from their sockets.  Coupled with
the pain in her tits, her whole body felt on fire.  Mehmet reached through
the girl's arms, pushed his erect cock up between her legs and pulled back
on her hair, forcing her head up to look at Greta.

   Greta moved toward Holly, staring deep into those big brown eyes, now
filled with a look of pure terror, and her innocent pretty little face, now
covered in streaks from her tears.  Greta drank it all in, revelling in the
suffering she had caused these three sluts.  And she had only just started.
Reaching Holly, the girl's face below her, Greta knelt to look into her
eyes.  With one hand she grabbed one of her abused tits, drawing a moan of
pain from the girl, while the other held her face so she couldn't look
away.

   "I hope you enjoyed that," Greta almost broke into a smile, "because
that's not the last time I'll be torturing those udders of yours." Holly
tried to close her eyes and look away as Greta spoke but a sharp slap
forced her to look straight at her tormentor.

   "Now, now, slut, behave yourself," Greta talked to Holly like a teacher
to a poor student, rather than a sadistic torturer talking to her captive,
"or I'll get the strap out again.  I think it's time you showed us just how
good a little whore you are.  Mehmet is going to fuck your tight virgin
cunt.  You can scream and shout all you want, the more the better, but it
won't matter.  He won't stop until he's filled you with his cum.  Enjoy."
With that Greta gave her tit one last squeeze, stroked her cheek and moved
away to watch the show.

   Holly was stunned.  She couldn't believe this woman knew she was a
virgin, that most intimate of facts, without ever meeting her before.  But
more than that, she could not believe that this was how she would lose her
virginity.  Deep down, she had known the moment she had woken up in this
hell hole.  But now it was upon her.  All the times she had thought about
how she would lose it but she had never thought to lose it like this.  She
had little time to get used to the idea.

   Mehmet didn't need a second invitation.  Quickly pulling her legs apart,
he lined his dick up to the girl's cunt and rested the tip at her hole. 
Moving his hands to the tits hanging so tantalisingly below her aching
body, his rough palms squeezed her globes into her chest, digging in his
finger tips to get as much purchase as possible.  He inched his dick
slightly inside her, feeling the heat of her sex on his cock.  His shaft
was still slick from Olivia's rape but it would still be a tight fit. 
Pushing further, he felt the tip touch her cherry.  With barely an inch
inside, he viciously squeezed her luscious tits hard and thrust in.

   Holly screeched when her virginity was torn apart, pain ripping through
her like a firestorm.  His brutal thrust tore through her cherry like wet
paper, his invading cock buried in her virgin hole taking her virginity,
his hips thudding into her arse.  The impact sent her swinging forward, a
burning pain straining her shoulders.  As his mauling hands dug into her
tender flesh, his fingers painfully seared her tortured breasts.  She had
lost her virginity in the worst possible way.

   Mehmet slowly pulled his dick almost all the way out, enjoying the
streaks of red covering his shaft.  Taking time to squeeze her tits, he
drove forward again, slamming into her firm arse, his scrotum swinging
forward beneath her.  She tried to close her pussy by bringing her legs
together but he pushed them apart, again thrusting into her like a
disdainful jackhammer.  With each thrust he buried his fingers in her soft
pliable flesh, squeezing her tits hard.  Then, one hand firmly locked on
her right breast, he moved the other to her left nipple.  Still continuing
to pound her cunt, his fingers pulled on her swollen nub, pinching and
twisting it harder and harder with each drive forward.  He was in heaven.
Not only did he have these giant tits to sink his hands into but her pussy
fit his cock like a glove.  It was as tight as if she were squeezing it
herself but the fluids from Olivia's rape and her virginal blood allowed
him to pound in and out with as much force as he wanted.

   Greta watched Mehmet rutting the girl from back in the room, smiling as
he brutally grabbed her tits, drinking in her anguished agony.  As the
sound of Holly's rape continued in the background, she moved behind Lucy
who was still secured to the wooden horse in front of Holly, her arsehole
darkly wide and dripping from her buggering rape.  Hasan, on hearing the
woman move, looked up to see Greta gesture.  Leaving Olivia hanging in her
bonds, he moved over to Lucy and without another word, bent down, undid the
straps holding the legs of the horse to the ground and turned it 90°.  Lucy
was now perpendicular to Holly rather than looking straight at her.  It had
taken all his strength to move both girl and horse but once done he secured
the legs to yet more rings in the floor and looked at Greta.

   "Take off the gag," Greta said, only just audible over the commotion in
the corner.

   Hasan bent down and quickly whipped the gag from the girl's mouth.  Lucy
gasped for breath but didn't say a word, too aware of the consequences.  On
her way to Lucy, Greta had picked up the leather strap she'd used to beat
Holly's tits and, holding it firmly in her right hand, raised it high over
Lucy's pert arse.  As Mehmet bucked forward into Holly's cunt, Greta
brought the leather crashing down on Lucy's rump .  THWACK!!!

   Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs as the strap thunderously
contacted both arse cheeks, the pain rippling like fire, totally consuming
her.  Before she could regain her composure another lusty blow hit just
below the curve of her arse.  Two more strikes quickly followed, each timed
to Mehmet's thrusts.  Screaming almost continually, Lucy's arse and thighs
glowed with pain, large red welts striping her bronzed skin.  The German
paused, looked at Hasan and nodded.

   Hasan was looking at Greta and when she nodded, moved his fully erect
cock inches from Lucy's tear stained face.  Taking a second to compose
herself as best she could, she stared at the man face, pleading with her
eyes, seeing nothing but lust.  Lowering her head, she looked into the eye
of the same cock she had sucked her own shit off just minutes before. 
Resigned to her fate, she opened her mouth and Hasan slid his cock along
her tongue into her mouth, savouring the heat on his bell end.  Bending
down and pulling back on Lucy's hair, Greta moved her face next to hers.

   "Now suck his cock," Greta whispered in Lucy's ear, her voice even more
sinister when hushed, "and the quicker you make him cum, the sooner I will
stop beating your ass.  And if your teeth even so much as touch his dick, I
will slit your throat."

   After her chilling message, Greta stood up and brought the strap down
with all her might.  The tip caught just between Lucy's cheeks, right on
her abused hole.  Were it not for the dick in her mouth, her scream would
have deafened the room.  As it was, the agonised vibrations in her throat
were pure ecstasy for Hasan.  Wasting no time trying to appease Greta, Lucy
wrapped her lips around his cock, bobbing her head up and down as best she
could.  Only a moment passed before Greta landed another brutal blow to the
top of her thighs.  And again her piercing scream was blocked by the cock
stuffed in her mouth.  Using all her expertise, Lucy tried to pleasure
Hasan, swirling her tongue deftly around his head, running her lips up and
down his shaft, trying to get as much of his dick down her throat as she
could.

   Hasan stood relaxed, watching the girl's head bob frantically up and
down on his long shaft.  Though she tried to get as much of his giant cock
into her mouth as possible, a good few inches still protruded from her
gorgeous lips.  For a while he just relaxed, savouring the sensation of her
desperate blowjob, watching as Greta rained the strap down again and again
on her arse and thighs, glancing across at his friend brutally pounding in
and out of Holly while mercilessly mauling her tits.  It was all just a
perfect dream.  But he could make it better.  Wrapping his fingers in
Lucy's hair, taking a firm grip on the back of her head, he pushed forward.

   Lucy frantically tried to get the man off, trying all the tricks she had
ever learned.  But when she felt his hand on the back of her head, she knew
what was coming and tried to prepare herself.  Slowly but surely his cock
pushed down her throat.  Trying to adjust, she tried desperately to let it
slide down without gagging but it was too big.  Hasan felt her throat
convulse as she failed to take his cock and knew he could go no further. 
At least not for now.  So he pulled out a bit and then, gripping her hair
even harder, thrust forward again just as another blow landed squarely
across her arse to loosen her mouth in a scream.  Soon his hips were
bucking forward and back almost as vigorously as when he fucked her arse.
His pace sped up and with it, his pleasure.

   All three were now in sync.  Each time Mehmet drove into Holly's virgin
cunt, Greta brought the strap down hard on Lucy's arse and Hasan fucked
deep into her throat.  Forced to watch by her tied position, Olivia was
sickened by the horrible abuse of her friends.  Even in her own discomfort
and pain, she felt each thrust and swing of their agony.  She watched
Mehmet brutally pound into Holly, brutally abusing her tits.  She watched
Greta continually lash Lucy's bum.  She watched Hasan thrust three quarters
of his cock down her throat.  Watching it emphasised their hopeless
helplessness.

   Mehmet looked across at his friend and smiled.  The two Turks had
synchronised their fucks so that each thrust into the girls allowed them
time to watch the pain in the other girl's face, spurring them on even
more. The strap's metronomic thrashing of Lucy's cheeks helped them keep a
steady pace but as they neared an inevitable climax the pace quickened
until they were pumping in and out as fast as they could, buoyed by the
sounds of pain and anguish they heard.  Mehmet particularly enjoyed
escalating his assault on Holly.  As his pace increased, plunging further
and further into her now pliable cunt, he twisted and mauled her tits with
increasing brutality, the agony in her whimpers and screeches becoming more
pronounced.  A few last brutal strokes and he plunged his hips forward,
burying his cock up to the hilt in the girl's abused pussy and mauling her
tits so brutally that Holly felt he would pull them clean off.  Then he
spurted his load into her.

   Hasan was not far behind.  Seeing his friend climax into the hanging
girl brought him to the very edge and after pounding the back of Lucy's
throat with frightening speed just a few more times, he too came, feeling
his cock pulse in her mouth as load after load of cum flooded her throat.
He bent down and held her nose tightly, watching as she paused for a second
and then began fighting for breath.

   Lucy felt she was going to throw up.  As the head of Hasan's cock
battered her throat, she tried desperately to suppress her gag reflex,
knowing it would be bad to vomit.  She felt him tighten his grip on her
head, pulling her forward while his cock pushed further and further down
her throat.  As for her arse and legs, the pain was appalling.  She must
have been beaten with the strap thirty times and her rear felt like glowing
lava.  Indeed the pain was so great it was almost numb, bringing the cock
in her mouth even more sharply into focus.  Then with one brutal thrust
forward he buried almost the full ten inches of his cock down her throat,
pushing her nose so hard she felt it might break.  Load after load of his
spunk coated her throat but before she could react, he pinched her nostrils
tight and suddenly ...  she couldn't breathe.  Her mouth was blocked not
just by his cock but also by his sticky cum.  Desperately fighting for
breath, she knew what she had to do and so, disgusting as it made her feel,
put all her energy into swallowing his cum.  After a few gulps and just as
she felt she might pass out, she tried again and was just able to breathe
through her mouth, his softening cock taking much less space.  Knowing full
well what he expected and not wanting more punishment, she skilfully used
her tongue to clean the remaining cum from his cock.

   Holly was in a whole world of pain.  Her shoulders screamed at her, her
tits were on fire and her pussy was red raw from the jackhammer thrusts of
the man who had taken her virginity.  With each powerful stroke he not only
almost ripped her arms off but also viciously mauled her tits, obviously
intending to cause as much pain as possible.  His fingers dug into her
flesh, maliciously squeezing and mauling her sensitive and tortured globes
with each thrust.  Occasionally his attention switched to her swollen
nipples, pinching, tugging, twisting and pulling them, seemingly oblivious
to the agony it caused but in fact more than aware.  She couldn't believe
any man could take so much cruel pleasure in making somebody suffer and be
so oblivious to their pain.  Although she hadn't thought it possible,
suddenly the violence of his thrusts increased as did the malice with which
he tortured her breasts.  Almost dislocating her shoulders as he thrust
forward, he pushed his cock so deep into her cunt she felt it might split.
Then with one almighty pull down on both nipples, he came.  Wave after wave
of cum flooded her womb, the hot sticky liquid making her feel even more
full.  His body pressing down on top of hers, his hands not moving from her
sore tits, he forced her twitching agonised cunt to milk the last drops of
jism from his cock.  When it went limp, he pulled out, trailing long
strands of pinkish liquid between him and the girl.  Dressing, he joined
Hasan and Greta.

   Greta marvelled at the sight.  The girls already seemed broken.  Hanging
in her bonds, Olivia had a look of pure horror, Holly looked completely
desolate and Lucy looked exactly what she was, a proud woman who had lost
much self respect in a short period of time.  She admired the vivid red of
both Holly's tits and Lucy's arse, mostly by her own hand and couldn't wait
to play with her toys herself now they were more pliable.  But that had to
wait.  She had to let what had happened to them sink in.

   "Clean them up, boys" she said, almost cheerily, "I'll be back down
later.  And it'll be my turn to have some fun."