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Our trip to Europe
08/03/2008

By lee

The three of us were on summer vacation from college. Our plan was to travel around Europe like so many other students do. Our plan had a little deviation from the norm though. We wanted to stop by a poor Eastern European country first. We figured we could live like kings with little money and that the women would throw themselves at us, either because they thought we were rich or to get us to take them out of their horrible countries. We arrived and were strutting through the airport figuring every woman in the place wanted us. Things starting going down hill immediately. We receiving some reassuring smiles from the "working women" at the airport. Suddenly at the passport desk we were grabbed by security and without a word being said were escorted, roughly, to a van and thrown in.

We were brought to what looked like a military compound. Nothing had been said to us and we didn't think that our detainers spoke our language, so we were scared. We were locked in a room and left alone. Two hours later a tall, dark haired women walked in the room with two uniformed guards, who hand cuffed us to straight back chairs and tied our ankles to the legs of the chairs. The women finally spoke and in perfect English with only a hint of an accent, told us that we were suspected of being the mules for a huge smuggling operation. We fit the descriptions and it would be best for us to confess and to give away our contact and supplier. We were stunned and after a minute of denials we demanded to contact our embassy and a lawyer. The women smiled, and for the first time I really noticed her. She was over six feet tall; she was wearing 3-4 inch heels, a very short skirt revealing gorgeous long legs, a tube top revealing exquisite breasts covered by a tailored uniform jacket. She had a wicked smile and dark observant, penetrating eyes, and as she moved her hands from behind her back I noticed her hands and more importantly her nails. Her nails were long, at least 2 inches past the end of the finger and painted blood red. They looked sharp and strong. Still smiling she told us, "my name is Nikki and it is my job to find out who is doing these crimes", then she focused those eyes on me and said, "and I will find out, by any means necessary.

You aren't in America anymore; your rights are what I say they are. You are going to tell me what I want to know or, I am going to hurt you very badly until you do". She spoke to the guards and told them to take one of us to another room so we can use him to confirm information that she gets from us. The guards started to pick my chair up to take me to another room when she said, "no, not this one. As she gently rubbed her nails along my cheek, I want to play with this one", then she suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. With one hand in my hair she continued to glide her talons across my face. She wasn't scratching me but she was doing a good job of intimidating me. I really noticed how long, sharp and strong her nails were. "Aren't you glad I am going to play with you; you shouldn't be". Then she rested her hand on my forehead and put two of her claws ominously close to my eyes. "I suggest you fess up now because I really enjoy my work. I like the feeling of my nails as they push through the skin and get covered in blood that perfectly matches my nail polish. I like the suction like sound they make as they push through the skin or better yet an eyeball. Mostly I like watching my victim squirm, I like to make them whimper because screaming takes more energy then they have." As she spoke her hand still had a firm grip of my hair pulling my head back, while her two nails were now at most 1 cm from my eyes. I looked straight ahead petrified. I could see where her nail polish started and where her nails ended, and I looked down what appeared to be an endless dagger. Her hand had neither shake nor waiver, it remained completely steady and threatened to blind me with no energy expended on her part. She continued, "Sometimes I get lost in my work and do an awful lot of damage even after my poor victim is ready to speak. So I suggest you talk now". She then suddenly let go of me and stood up. My two friends were begging to let us go and that we were innocent, but they were ignored. I was just sitting, staring and scared. I did not take my eyes off of my captor's nails. It was as if she stabbed my eyes and plucked them out and they were still attached to her nails because wherever she moved her hand my eyes followed.

She started to let her hair down. She threaded her fingers through the knot tying her hair up and pulled the knot letting her hair fall to her shoulders. She ran those beautiful hands through her hair and smoothed it out. She was an astonishing woman but I didn't really absorb all of her beauty because my eyes were still fixated on her nails. She told the guards to remove one of my friends so we could get started. They took Tom to another room leaving Joe and me together. One of the guards moved both mine and Joe's chairs to opposite walls, facing each other about 15 feet apart. My friend was still begging and going on about how they had the wrong guys. He pleaded and begged them not to hurt us. While he was doing this, Nikki walked up to him and gave him a vicious backhand. His head jerked back and left two long bloody scratch marks on his cheek. She leaned close to him and said quietly, don't make any more noise or I will rip your tongue out. She then ran her fingers over the blood and sucked it off of her fingers.

A guard walked into the room with a stack of towels. He then proceeded to secure our interrogation positions. We were kept in our straight back chairs that were locked into place on the floor and our ankles were secured tightly to the back legs of the chair. Our handcuffs were secured to a hook on the wall behind us. This left us stretched out and in a very vulnerable position. I was worried. Nikki spoke again, "I want you boys to listen up. I have decided that you, and I watched her nod and point at me, will do the talking while your friend will just suffer. Don't worry I am an equal opportunity torturer, just not an equal opportunity listener." She took a towel off of the table and pushed her fingers through it like it was butter and proceeded to shred it. She then approached Joe, she leaned in close and put her thumb inside his mouth and pushed from inside against his right cheek. "Be a good boy and keep your mouth open. I didn't like listening to you whine so now you won't make any more noise." As I watched, blood started to leak and then pour out of his mouth. He was just sitting there bleeding, he wasn't making a sound and it didn't appear that he was breathing either. She said, "I am going to gag you but with what I am going to do with you that may not keep you quiet, but if you do scream or make too much noise I will rip your tongue out. You know from how little I am doing to your cheek that I could shred your tongue like cheese." I noticed even more blood was coming out of his mouth as she wiggled her thumb. She took a piece of towel and put it in his mouth over the cut and then added pieces until he was well gagged. She then wiped her bloody thumb on his shirt. "Now remember, not a sound louder than a whimper." She then turned around and smiled at me, flashed her claws and then turned to Joe again. With all of her fingers she scratched down through his shirt, starting at his neck and ending at his waist. Then she did the same to his arms, starting at his shoulders and down to his wrists. When she stepped aside I saw that his shirt was practically gone. She grabbed the shirt in one hand and pulled it away. His chest and arms had long bloody streaks covering most of the area. "Nice huh, Nikki asked my gagged and bloody friend. Now lets get these pant off." She ripped down from his waist to his knees. Joe shrieked in pain and horror. "Oh, that must have hurt. Look at all that blood on my nails. Don't you like the way the cotton sticks to the blood? But we can't get your pants of yet, I have to rip here; and she put her hand on his cock, in order to get them off." She looked him in the eye and gave a mischievous girlish laugh, and then she put both hands on his cock and ripped outward. Joe passed out as she pulled the remains of his pants down to his ankles and tore them off. His boxers were gone also. The fear in Joe must have made him erect, I know I was hard, but the extra blood in the area from the scratches made the change in his privates look worse then it was.

"Now that we have the clothes off should I begin my interrogation or should I let him continue his nap while I take yours off. Don't worry the cut to his penis is milder then the amount of blood would imply. Part of it is from his excited state. His chance of having children is still there for now. I do not want to gag you because I want you to tell me who your suppliers and buyers are, but I don't want you to scream either, so you must control yourself or you will pay dearly." Then, in a sexy and seductive way, she starting running her nails down and around my shirt. She ripped through the material but not my skin. I had marks but no blood and I was really turned on. She then did the same to my pants. When she saw me erect she ran her nails up and down my cock a few times and playfully scratched my balls. "See? I can be friendly. Just tell me what I want to know. Your friends can take the fall and we can have some fun together." A bit of pre-cum formed on the tip of my cock and she abruptly stopped. "You don't get your enjoyment until I get my answers, work before pleasure." She then put her right hand on five light scratch marks she had left and dragged her nails down. She didn't go deep but she left a blood trail. In my aroused state the pain was excruciating. She then grabbed my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. The pain was horrible. Tears streaked down my face but I kept from screaming out of fear. Her gaze was locked with mine and she gave me a look of concern. "I can take your nipple off you know. A body looks quite funny without nipples. You wouldn't think that it would be that noticeable, but it is. Do you have anything to tell me?" I gave her the truth that we were only tourists and didn't know anything. Her response was a hard kick in the balls, which knocked the wind out of me and left me reeling in pain. She went back to Joe.

He was still passed out so she decided to pour half a bottle of Vodka on him to wake him up. Let's just say that he didn't keep his end of the not screaming bargain. Nikki looked at him and said, "I told you not to scream." She then hooked her thumbs behind his lips to get him to open his mouth. She pulled out some strips of towel and grabbed hold of his tongue while she held his jaw open in her other, very strong, hand. "If you close your mouth, even a little, then I am going to poke a hole in your tongue." Too bad he didn't just get a little hole. She held his tongue in one hand, between her thumbnail on bottom and the rest of her nails on top. She then took one nail from her now free hand and started scratching his tongue in long back and forth motions. Her thumbnail was deeply imbedded but I don't think it went all the way through. Then she poured vodka into his mouth. He choked and spit out a red liquid. Nikki stated, "now that may be something to scream about" and she put the gag back in.

Nikki walked back to me and grabbed me by both of my earlobes. She squeezed poking holes in both. Holes too big for even the largest of earrings. I had a steady trickle of blood down my neck. She then put her right forefinger in front of my eye again. "You really have to talk soon, your friend can't really take much more even though I haven't really started yet, and you will be next." She then with a quick flick of her finger poked me in the eye. She didn't do it hard but I started crying and blinking. "Now that was as little as I could do, and look at you. You're a mess. Next time I will draw blood and we will give you a pirate name and a patch. She walked back to Joe.

To Joe, "Close your eyes". She put her hand over his face like a mask then brought her fingers together, scratching the whole way. She scratched over his eyelids, across his nose and all over his cheeks. She then made a claw and just moved her hand all over his face. When she was finished his face was just a bunch of red scratches most of, which were quite bloody. His eyelids were even bleeding. Then she put two fingers up his nostrils; she poked around and then dragged them out. Joe was choking and whimpering. Nikki then started slapping him across the face hard with both hands. Each slap would make a loud noise and blood would splatter from his face. She stopped and poured a little more vodka on his face to get his attention, as if she didn't have it. "You are a mess, let's clean you up. She then with great care used a wet towel to clean up his wounds, which consisted of most of his body. While she was cleaning his she asked me in a sweet voice if I would like to talk. I of course had nothing to say. She looked at Joe lovingly and said, "You are hurt pretty badly; your face will be scarred for life. Since you will be disfigured and people will look at you like a circus freak you won't be able to use this again anyway. She held his penis in her hand. We shouldn't let it be wasted." She pointed her talons and squeezed. I watched as all of the nails from her right hand disappeared into his cock. The first noise I heard was the popping or suction of the nails going in, the second was Joe scream. This only lasted a second before he passed out. Probably from the pain, but maybe from loss of blood also.

Nikki had Joe's blood all over her as she seductively walked towards me holding up the hand that destroyed Joe's prized possession in one squeeze and probably killed him also. Blood and skin covered her nails. She grabbed my jaw to open my mouth. "Suck the blood off!" I did. I was terrified and I was excited and I licked and sucked those 3-inch nails until they were spotless. "Joe is probably past the usable point so if you don't talk I am going to have to do that to you. She put her hand over my cock and balls and looked at me to give me one last chance. Just as I was preparing for the worst a guard walked in the room. He informed Nikki that Tom had died during his interrogation. They had drugged him and he was given an overdose accidentally. "So now you are all we got so talk. If you don't I am going to make a hole in your scrotum and take one of your balls out. As she spoke she rubbed her nail over my ball sac. It hurt a little and felt good at the same time; but the knowledge of what she could do with no effort and a little pressure still had me petrified. Just as her eyes gave a loving look that usually preceded an assault a man in an expensive suit burst into the room and told her to stop. He said, "Colonel (to Nikki) there has been a mistake. We arrested the buyer and he told us the smugglers were German, not American. How should we handle this mix up?" Nikki replied, "Well, one is dead, and one is dying. Maybe I will have some fun to bring about his death. As for this one, and she pointed at me, we can't let him go, it would be bad for our relations with the USA. So I think I will keep him as a toy. Take him out of here and clean him up so I can bring him home." As they untied me I watched Nikki finish off Joe. She woke him up and then put two fingers in each end of his mouth. She pulled, ripping his mouth open so he looked like the joker. She then put her fingers in his ears and said to me, "Would you like to say goodbye to your friend, you won't be permitted any friends in your new life." I whispered goodbye Joe with a tear in my eye. She then looked at Joe and said, "Sorry for the mistake but thanks for the fun" and then pusher her fingers into his brain. The guard walked me to the door but before we left, Nikki stopped us and made me lick Joe's brain from her fingers.

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