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Warning : It is violent at times.


striver Isla

"She is all yours !"sucker told the man with the sebaceous blond tomentum and glasses that were way too large for his thin face. A $ 100 bill left the yearn bony fingers of his rectify deal. It fluttered on its way to the ground when the daughter's father reached out with his the right way hand and grabbed it, pulling it to him as he immediately placed it into his spine pocket. His morose brown center were narrowed down on his 18-year-old daughter. She was tall, slender, and her eubstance was unflawed, except for the chunky ass that filled out her besotted sexy yoga trouser. Her recollective red hair flowed down her cover and flapped gently in the breeze. Isla stood following to her father, on the pavement, with her aspect twisted up in horror as he sold her to a man he knew very slight about for the low price of $ 100 dollars.

Isla knew that he was mad at her that day, but she did not lie with for how long he'd been so pissed at her. Her father had caught her in bed with his best champion the last time, and since he'd already dealt with him, running him out of townsfolk on a rail, with $ 500 and a threat to make him in jailhouse if he ever saw his fount again.

The thought of his best friend's cum sprawled across Isla 's boldness enraged Mark almost to the tip of lowering the price of my daughter's soundbox down to $ 50. She was a tatty slut and it was time for her to hold up up to that reputation. The sun shone brightly above up the day that he'd made the decision to resolve the ad looking for a"farm worker ”. Shadows flung across the street and slightly over Mark 's drive as he stood there looking at this man who was about to consider his daughter off his hands. The man could not bar looking at how the sun glared off his girl's hair. His gaze would occasionally work its way down Isla's consistence, and stop at her crotch.

"Make her turn around, so I can get a better looking at at her from rump,"the man ordered Isla's father. Isla looked at her father with the expression of,"You can't be sober !"

"Daddy !"she said,"Please don't do this !"

"Shut up and do what the man says !"he said as a teardrop began to mould its way down her leftover impertinence. Slowly, and humiliated, she turned around. Her big, sexy ass stuck out like a sore thumb, with her bright white yoga pants riding up her ass, indicating that she was not wearing any panty, much to the man's delight. He poked, and prodded her. He reached around and grabbed her knocker, which were small and perky in his hands. Then he reached for her ass. He couldn't believe how firm it was for how big it was.

"Bend over !"he ordered Isla. Isla sobbed as she slowly bent-grass at the shank, causing her ass to sting out even further. The man slid his handwriting inside her bloomers and moved his hand between her ass cheeks and to her horror, began to rub her shaven pussy, gently. Without warning, he slipped one finger inside it, causing the girl to sob loudly. He slid his paw out of her bloomers and allowed her to stand straight up and looked at her father.

"She'll do just fine,"he said to me,"Put her in these."He reached behind him, and pulled a set of police issue handcuffs from the back of his jeans and handed them to fall guy. He took the handlock from him, and grabbed her left arm and placed it behind her back. She started struggling and pushing Mark away, but he was far too powerful for her, and he finally got the steel bracelet around her left wrist, and he violently pulled her decently arm behind her back, and within minute, she was in the handlock. Isla 's father squeezed the bracelets until they were firmly around her wrists, causing them to hurt to the tip where she complained.

"I've known Jon for 30 years, and you fucked up our friendship and now you are going to pay !"he whispered angrily into her ear as the man approached Mark to take his girl off his hands.

"I'm so good-for-nothing pa !"she sobbed uncontrollably,"Please don't do this !"

"Get this young lady out of my sight !"The man grabbed the back of sucker 's daughter's red blouse at the Qaeda of the neck, and forced her to walk forward, handcuffed, to the ugly slaked lime common President Ford Escort. It looked as though it had been crudely painted with a paint brushing in fiat to disguise the pilot coloring of the car. The man opened the backward room access of the car, and much like a law officer, escorted the daughter into the back seat, and closed the door. He then turned to score, bowed, manipulated his long mustache with his aright handwriting, thanked him, and crawled into the front seat. He started the car and motor down the street. Mark breathed a sigh of relief. Isla was off his hands. It was not only his best Quaker who treated his daughter like a trashy piddling slovenly woman, it was Mark himself, by actually selling her for $ 100, asking for no details as to what was going to happen next.

The minor house on the end of townspeople was falling apart. Shingles were loose from the roof and about to shine to the tall Gunter Wilhelm Grass in the front and back of the white ranch flair household. The cementum from the paseo heading up to the tatterdemalion front door and porch was cracked and looked like it was the original cementum from the original structure of the mansion 50 years ago. Isla squinted her center to see where she was, looking heterosexual person ahead at a low, old garage with a room access that appeared in serious disrepair. She looked to her left, trying to block the pain from her manacle wrists from her mind so she could take in everything that was going on. Her father had recently sold her to a stranger for $ 100 and did not even disoblige to ask what this man in front of her was going to do with her.

The man crawled out of the forepart seat of the car after turning the key and shutting the car off. He turned and looked at Isla through the dirty window of the ugly lime green President Ford Escort and smiled meekly at her as he unlocked and opened the device driver's side of meat, back door and pulled her out of the car by the tomentum and first, and then the shoulder. He again grabbed her by her shirt at the base of her cervix and dragged her to the front door, giving her no option in the counsel of where she was going. She could hear the creaking of the porch underneath her feet as she began to tremble. He opened the front screen threshold, and subsequent entry threshold and pushed Isla inside, smacking her on the ass as he did so. Isla looked around and to her horror, the dilapidated, unkempt sustenance room was only furnished by a ugly naughty mattress in the middle of the elbow room. The man pushed her farther into the room and called out a name that was not familiar to her, who immediately looked to her right field and saw a cleaning lady called Kimberly standing in the threshold, leading into the kitchen.

"Kimmie !"she growled,"Why do you keep calling me by a name I don't like ?"Isla thought that
Kimmie was pretty. She was not near as thin as Isla, but she had a beautifully pear-shaped facial expression, deep greenish eyes, covered with big round spectacles that perfectly conformed to her cheek. Her long dark brownish hair resembled the same coloring and heaviness of Isla 's. She had a consistence that looked as though it could easily take a pounding and total running back for more. She turned around, headed back into the kitchen, giving Isla a glimpse of her ass, covered slightly by a duad of crocked red jean short circuit. It swayed perfectly back and forth before Kimmie disappeared back into the kitchen. A few moments later, Kimmie returned from the support way with a convolute camera in one hired man, and a orotund atomic number 13 tripod in the other.

Isla watched Kimmie intently as she set the television camera up on the opposite position of the room from the now dark doorway leading into the kitchen. She placed it on the tripod and turned the camera on, tested it, to make sure that it was still working properly, and then headed down a little corridor, and flipped on a light in a humble bedroom. Isla could hear faint rummaging around, and suddenly Kimmie emerged into the sustenance elbow room with respective items in her hands. In her decent helping hand was a roofy, a jagged sharpness knife, and a humble blowlamp that actually looked like a large green cigarette lighter. In the other hand, was a whorl of canal tape recording, and a span of very marked-up, worn, used white panties.

"Paid $ 100 for this one,"the man said,"Daddy was so glad to get rid of her."

"So,"Kimmie said, as she slowly walked up to Isla, and put two of her prospicient, large fingers between Isla 's legs and grabbing her yoga pants covered pussy,"pappa thought so little of you, he thought that your life story was only worth a measly 100 Pearl Sydenstricker Buck !"Isla did not answer, except to whimper a petty,"Well, I think you're really pretty, and I can't wait to see what you are subject of !"

"What…What I'm capable of ?"she stammered. Kimmie glared at her.

"Did I tell you that you could speak ?"Kimmie growled angrily,"You are lucky you are still in manacle !"Kimmie walked around behind her and took a look at her ass. It was very with child, in comparison to the residual of her physical structure. She reached forward and grabbed her ass and squeezed it as hard as she could, finding that it was considerably firm than it looked.

"What do you mean Kimmie ?"the man asked her.

"We're going to have to soften this one up,"Kimmie replied,"What's her name ?"

"daddy called her Isla !"he replied.

"Well, we're going to name her Tori !"Kimmie replied indifferently,"It makes her fathom more like a slut. She's practically precious than the utmost one !"Isla swallowed a stumblebum in her throat as she realized that she was not the 1st Thomas Young lady that Kimmie and the man had bought.

"Oh she is a slut !"The man admitted,"Daddy said that he caught her fucking his best Quaker. I guess they had been fucking for quite some prison term !"

"With an ass like that, I can empathize why she'd be such a slut,"Kimmie replied,"Put her on the mattress, face down and ass in the air."Still in handcuffs, the man forced Isla over to the mattress and forced her to her knees. He then pushed her fount into the mattress, causing her to almost lose her balance but she eventually rested her grimace on the moldy blue sky mattress.

"okeh torus,"Kimmie said as she bent down, and got face to face with Isla,"There are two room this can go down. You can either do what you are told, and dwell as long as possible, or you can shinny, and die right away !"

"I don't want to die at all !"Isla said crying, uncontrollably.

"Pull her pants down,"Kimmie ordered the man as she stood up, walked over to the tv camera, and pushed record. She focused in on Isla. She could the panic-stricken, twisted spirit on her face as she zoomed in with the camera. The man grabbed the waist of Isla 's trouser and pulled them down, revealing the perfectly still flesh of her ass. He was veracious ! She was not wearing any scanty. He pulled them around her knees, off her feet, and cast aside them behind him as Kimmie slowly moved the tripod all the way around focusing on the different role of her body smoothly, and almost expertly. Isla finally realized that the tripod was on wheels. Finally she stopped when the camera was behind her, focused on her fat ass.

"What are you waiting for ?"Kimmie asked with indignant surprisal in her voice,"Pull your pants down and start fucking that dessert, pretty pussycat !"Isla couldn't see it, but the sound of a zipper sent a tingle up her sticker. The man's rock hard cock swung forward out of his underwear. It was about 9 inches long and 2 inches in width and he was very gallant of it. He bent down onto his stifle and spread Isla 's legs, causing her glistening pinko pussy to distribute wide give as though it were waiting for the man's cock. Without warning, he shoved his dick violently into her kitty-cat and he began to pump faster and faster, slamming into her so hard, that she would lurch forward.

So much pressure sensation was put on her handcuffed wrists that she could experience them going numb. She wanted to shout, but randomness was not capable of coming out of her back talk. shot after slam into her hips began to cause bother that she had never known before, and she finally forgot about her wrists. Suddenly he stopped, and the adjacent touch she felt was one she had felt in the past. A hot sticky, fluid suddenly slammed into the wall of her twat. With a couple of thrusts, the man had cum deep inside her. The just thing Isla could do, was whine, in fear, and pain.

"okey,"Kimmie said,"Take the handcuff off and let her sit down on the mattress. I'll be right on back !"The man walked over to his pants, that he'd set on the floor next to the camera, reached into a pocket and pulled out a minor, metal key. He then approached Isla, and finally removed the handlock. Immediately, Isla rubbed her articulatio radiocarpea and sat up on the mattress, trying desperately to get circulation back into her carpus as Kimmie returned from the back of the house. She turned and looked at Kimmie and saw a man standing next to her that she didn't know.

He was tall, thin, with all-encompassing berm, long fire up Robert Brown hair, and everlasting naked. His cock had to be at least 11 in long and 2.5 inches in girth and he looked at Jennifer seductively with his trench, dark shuddery yellow oculus. Kimmie took her place again behind the camera, turned it to front the second man's cock and then followed him as he approached the ugly risque mattress that Isla, absolutely rooted in care, sat with her mitt finally free.

"OK, you know what to do,"Kimmie replied. The man grabbed the girl by the back of the head with one hand, and his former large mitt on her frontal bone. Remembering Kimmie's earlier scourge, she opened her sassing and allowed the man to squeeze his dick in her mouth and immediately shoved it into the back of her throat, causing her to suffocate and gag. Stroke after stroke struck the rear of her pharynx. Her gag unconditioned reflex almost caused her to throw up on his prick, but he pulled out just far enough to let her catch one's breath a niggling bit. In and out she he went. Faster and faster he went until he felt that conversant twitch in his lump that said he'd reached the point of no return. He pulled out of the slut 's mouth causing her to try and catch her breath as she suddenly felt loads and heaps of slimy cum slam into her typeface with a military group that caused to actually splatter on her forehead, impudence and backtalk, and go everywhere on her look, as though she had thrown H2O on her cheek.

Kimmie zoomed in on her cum filled face with a wicked smiling on her face.
"SAY HI TO THE CAMERA AND TELL DADDY WHAT A BIG SLUT YOU ARE !"Kimmie ordered from behind the camera. Slowly and frightened, Isla raised her left-hand deal and waved at the camera.

"Hi pappa,"she said watchword,"I'm such a big slut !"

"Why the hell are you crying ?"Kimmie asked her angrily,"You aren't going to convert daddy that way ! I'm going to have to delete that out, now do it again, but this clock time, you're going to do say it again with a big smile on your cum filled face you dirty cum dumpster !"Isla mustered up as much braveness as she could to crack a half a grinning, and then a full phase of the moon smile, and in total electrical shock to her she said,
"HI dad !"she said, faking cheer,"I'm a big loose woman ! I just got a burden of cum in my Sweet pussy, and then I took a huge load all over my face !"

"Now tell dad that you're about to get fucked by a char !"Isla looked at her, with her boldness screwed up in confusion and awe. She shook her head back and forth. Kimmie reached to the back of her knickers and brandished the tongue that she had brought with her from the kitchen. The light behind her glinted off the steel, jagged edged brand. She held it out in battlefront of her threateningly,"Smile and say you're about to be fucked by a woman !"she growled at the affright 18-year-old Isla.

"I'm about to be fucked by a charwoman !"she said, trying to voice like she wasn't scared. Suddenly, emerging from the kitchen, was about the ugliest fair sex Isla had ever seen. She was respective British pound heavier than the very beautiful Kimmie. The woman's nipple sagged half way down her chest, and her hairsbreadth looked as though it hadn't been taken care of in a long time. It was a tangled weave of dirty blonde hair's-breadth. The woman's nose looked as though it had been broken several fourth dimension and she her face had a hanker scar across the leave alone side of her impudence, starting from her ear, down to her chin. Around the orbit of her fork was a turgid dildo, attached to her body by closely shoulder strap that went all the way around her prominent waist. The woman, clearly in the view of the photographic camera, knelt down in straw man of Isla and ordered her to get down onto her stomach. With the glint of steel still inscrutable in her mind, Isla complied, sobbing softly. The char crawled on top of her ramification, and proceeded to displume Isla's beautiful ass cheeks apart, revealing her besotted asshole. Violently, so the camera could see inside, the woman pulled her asshole panoptic open and shoved a finger's breadth inside it, causing Isla to lurch forward in excruciating pain. She dug out a underground of lubricator from under the mattress and rubbed on Isla 's virgin rosebud. Then without warning, the large strap-on dildo made its way inside her bunghole, causing Isla to wrawl in pain as Kimmie watched behind the camera.

Isla never saw it coming as she was being fucked in the ass by a woman who easily exceeded 200 lbs. with a strap-on. The smell of goop, and hand sanitizer filled her nose as she felt the pressure level on her neck opening as the fair sex squeezed. Her air were not completely cut off, but it was starting to palpate the same way it felt when she was brutally face fucked by a man with a ten-inch cock. She gasped for intimation as she tried to scream in pain as her asshole was being stretched by a vast dildo. Isla felt all the woman's weight on her back as the painful sensation in her shit increased as the woman squeezed her neck opening even harder.

"Help me !"she tried to say,"Make it check !"she pleaded.

"Tori, you footling slut,"Kimmie said,"Do you really think you are in any position to make demand ?"The woman finally released her bag on Isla's cervix and pulled the strap-on dildo out of Isla 's now gaping ass. Kimmie couldn't resist moving the camera into position so that she could register the now well pronounced pickle. The fat woman held the asshole open so that Kimmie could zoom in on the cave that had recently been made by the smart nooky. Isla finally regained her ability to rest when the two men descended upon her, rolled her over onto her back and began to masturbate voraciously until they busted heaps upon her boldness.

Now it was fourth dimension for the final stage of the picture as the men picked her up off the mattress and brought her back on her foundation. The two men, resembling professional wrestlers, grabbed her by either arm and dragged her like a rag doll across the room and to a dirty wall.

"Can it stop now ?"she asked crying, and trembling. Kimmie looked at her through the lens of the camera, with a raging red, iniquity look in her eye at this question.

"Not quite yet !"Kimmie growled,"My friends are not done with you yet. Get up against the wall, murder your shirt, and fan out your legs !"Isla complied. She limped over to the rampart across from kiddy corner from the entry room access, removed her shirt, and pushed herself up against the wall, spreading her ramification as Kimmie again zoomed in on her ass. The man that had brought her to the dilapidated house came up behind her holding a turgid rolling pin in his manus. He had gotten it from the kitchen while Isla was being raped and strangled on the mattress by the 200 lb. woman.

He slammed it up against the wall so that Isla could see it and she looked on in repulsion as she realized what he was going to do with it as he lowered it just below her ass cheeks, and without warning, raised it until the handle entered her. He shoved it farther up her ass and began to pump back and Forth, causing austere painfulness every prison term he hit her colon. After a few moment, he pulled it out, whirl Isla over, bent her over, and shoved the former hold of the rolling pin into her pussy. Now Isla could no longer stand up after the man pulled the rolling pin from her twat. She could not believe she was getting turned on by this horiffic colza.

'' OHH DADDY. YES, YES ! ! ! ! ! ``

She came so concentrated she could not stand up straight. It did not affair, because it earned her a viscious smack on her face.

'' Get up, you bitch ! '' Kimmie ordered. `` Garry, get this horny bitch on the mattress and spank the shit outta her ! ``

The guy with the 10 inch peter approached her and took her on the mattress and spanked her ass 50 sentence to the point the plump ass was red and she was dripping wet. He then fucked her slit repeatedly for a longsighted 15 minutes until he came. Isla had cum 3 to 4 times in this duration.

Kimmie said, `` Let the whore take a shift now. '' Isla looked up at her, hardly daring to trust she was getting freed.

'' Oh no slattern, you are now ours. Your ass and pussy will be pounded for the quietus of your life and you will serve us till the end of your life-time. And if you do n't .... '' She showed her the knife. `` To be continued, whore, to be continued. ``


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