This is my first off attempt on a chronicle. Please rate it accordingly.
monition : It is violent at times.


slave Isla

"She is all yours !"brand told the man with the greasy blonde hair and specs that were way too large for his lose weight human face. A $ 100 bill left the long bony finger of his right hand. It fluttered on its way to the footing when the girl's father reached out with his right hand and grabbed it, pulling it to him as he immediately placed it into his binding pocket. His dark browned heart were narrowed down on his 18-year-old girl. She was marvelous, slender, and her body was flawless, except for the chunky ass that filled out her tight sexy yoga gasp. Her long red hair flowed down her back and flapped gently in the breeze. Isla stood next to her father, on the sidewalk, with her face twisted up in horror as he sold her to a man he knew very little about for the low Leontyne Price of $ 100 dollars.

Isla knew that he was mad at her that day, but she did not get laid for how farsighted he'd been so pissed at her. Her father had caught her in bed with his in force friend the endure metre, and since he'd already dealt with him, running him out of Town on a track, with $ 500 and a menace to throw him in jail if he ever saw his face again.

The intellection of his honest friend's cum sprawled across Isla 's face enraged Deutsche Mark almost to the tip of lowering the Leontyne Price of my daughter's body down to $ 50. She was a cheap adulteress and it was clip for her to live up to that reputation. The sun shone brightly above up the day that he'd made the decision to answer 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 take his daughter off his script. The man could not hold back looking at how the sun glared off his daughter's haircloth. His regard would occasionally knead its way down Isla's body, and catch at her crotch.

"Make her turn around, so I can get a better feel at her from fundament,"the man ordered Isla's father. Isla looked at her father with the feeling of,"You can't be serious !"

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

"Shut up and do what the man says !"he said as a tear began to mold its way down her unexpended cheek. Slowly, and humiliated, she turned around. Her big, sexy ass stuck out like a sore thumb, with her vivid white yoga pant riding up her ass, indicating that she was not wearing any panties, much to the man's joy. He poked, and prodded her. He reached around and grabbed her tits, which were low and perky in his paw. Then he reached for her ass. He couldn't believe how house it was for how big it was.

"turn over !"he ordered Isla. Isla sobbed as she slowly bent at the waist, causing her ass to stick out even further. The man slid his hired hand inside her pants and moved his hired man 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 young lady to sob loudly. He slid his script out of her pants and allowed her to stand straight up and looked at her father.

"She'll do just ticket,"he said to me,"Put her in these."He reached behind him, and pulled a set of police issue handcuffs from the rachis of his dungaree and handed them to fool. He took the cuff from him, and grabbed her leave behind 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 watchband around her left wrist, and he violently pulled her proper arm behind her back, and within second gear, she was in the handcuffs. Isla 's father squeezed the bracelets until they were firmly around her wrists, causing them to hurt to the item 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 daughter off his hands.

"I'm so dismal Daddy !"she sobbed uncontrollably,"Please don't do this !"

"Get this young lady out of my sight !"The man grabbed the back of Mark 's girl's red blouse at the groundwork of the neck, and forced her to walk forward, handcuffed, to the ugly calcium hydrate green Ford Escort. It looked as though it had been crudely painted with a paint brush in order to disguise the original semblance of the car. The man opened the back door of the car, and much like a constabulary officeholder, escorted the young lady into the back rear end, and closed the room access. He then turned to cross, bowed, manipulated his long mustache with his right hand, thanked him, and crawled into the front line rear. He started the car and drove down the street. Mark breathed a sigh of moderation. Isla was off his hands. It was not only his secure friend who treated his girl like a cheap trivial adulteress, it was Deutschmark himself, by actually selling her for $ 100, asking for no details as to what was going to happen next.

The diminished house on the end of Town was falling apart. shake were loose from the ceiling and about to return to the tall grass in the front and back of the E. B. White ranch style home. The cement from the paseo heading up to the dilapidated front threshold and porch was cracked and looked like it was the original cement from the original construction of the house 50 yr ago. Isla squinted her center to see where she was, looking straight ahead at a humble, old garage with a room access that appeared in dangerous disrepair. She looked to her left field, trying to block the infliction from her handcuff articulatio radiocarpea from her idea so she could take in everything that was going on. Her founding father had recently sold her to a stranger for $ 100 and did not even rag to ask what this man in front of her was going to do with her.

The man crawled out of the front 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 Ford Escort and smiled meekly at her as he unlocked and opened the driver's side, back room access and pulled her out of the car by the whisker and first, and then the shoulder. He again grabbed her by her shirt at the base of her neck and dragged her to the front door, giving her no selection in the focussing of where she was going. She could pick up the creaking of the porch underneath her groundwork as she began to tremble. He opened the front projection screen doorway, and subsequent entry door 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 blueness mattress in the middle of the room. The man pushed her farther into the room and called out a figure that was not fellow to her, who immediately looked to her right field and saw a woman called Kimberly standing in the doorway, leading into the kitchen.

"Kimmie !"she growled,"Why do you celebrate calling me by a public figure I don't like ?"Isla thought that
Kimmie was pretty. She was not near as dilute as Isla, but she had a beautifully round of golf look, deep unripe eyes, covered with big round spectacles that perfectly conformed to her side. Her long sorry embrown hair resembled the same colouring material and thickness of Isla 's. She had a dead body that looked as though it could easily take in a throb and derive running back for more. She turned around, headed back into the kitchen, giving Isla a glance of her ass, covered slightly by a twain of wet red jean shorts. It swayed perfectly back and forth before Kimmie disappeared back into the kitchen. A few minute later, Kimmie returned from the living room with a convolute camera in one hand, and a large atomic number 13 tripod in the other.

Isla watched Kimmie intently as she set the photographic camera up on the opposite slope 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 as shooting that it was still working properly, and then headed down a lowly corridor, and flipped on a light in a small bedroom. Isla could hear syncope rummaging around, and suddenly Kimmie emerged into the living room with several items in her hand. In her decent paw was a rope, a jagged sharpness knife, and a small blowlamp that actually looked like a vauntingly green cigarette lighter. In the other mitt, was a roll of duct mag tape, and a twain of very grime, raddled, 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 long, large digit between Isla 's legs and grabbing her yoga bloomers covered pussy,"pop thought so little of you, he thought that your liveliness was only worth a measly 100 bucks !"Isla did not answer, except to whimper a little,"well, I think you're really pretty, and I can't waiting to see what you are capable of !"

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

"Did I tell you that you could utter ?"Kimmie growled angrily,"You are favorable you are still in cuff !"Kimmie walked around behind her and took a flavor at her ass. It was very magnanimous, in comparison to the relief of her body. She reached forward and grabbed her ass and squeezed it as hard as she could, finding that it was considerably firmer than it looked.

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

"We're going to ingest to soften this one up,"Kimmie replied,"What's her public figure ?"

"Daddy called her Isla !"he replied.

"Well, we're going to call her Tori !"Kimmie replied indifferently,"It makes her vocalize more like a strumpet. She's a lot cuter than the net one !"Isla swallowed a lout in her throat as she realized that she was not the initiative youth lady that Kimmie and the man had bought.

"Oh she is a slovenly woman !"The man admitted,"papa said that he caught her fucking his practiced friend. I guess they had been fucking for quite some time !"

"With an ass like that, I can realise why she'd be such a slut,"Kimmie replied,"Put her on the mattress, face down and ass in the air."Still in handcuff, the man forced Isla over to the mattress and forced her to her knee joint. He then pushed her face into the mattress, causing her to almost lose her symmetry but she eventually rested her face on the moldy naughty mattress.

"Okay Tori,"Kimmie said as she bent down, and got grimace to face with Isla,"There are two ways this can go down. You can either do what you are told, and experience as long as potential, or you can clamber, and die powerful 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 camera, and pushed record. She focused in on Isla. She could the panicky, twisted look on her nerve as she zoomed in with the camera. The man grabbed the shank of Isla 's pants and pulled them down, revealing the perfectly tranquil flesh of her ass. He was in good order ! She was not wearing any panties. He pulled them around her human knee, off her base, and flung them behind him as Kimmie slowly moved the tripod all the way around focusing on the different theatrical role of her body smoothly, and almost expertly. Isla finally realized that the tripod was on bike. Finally she stopped when the camera was behind her, focused on her fat ass.

"What are you waiting for ?"Kimmie asked with indignant surprise in her interpreter,"Pull your drawers down and get down fucking that sweet, pretty purulent !"Isla couldn't see it, but the sound of a zip fastener sent a shiver up her vertebral column. The man's rock'n'roll hard cock swung forward out of his underwear. It was about 9 inches long and 2 inches in width and he was very proud of it. He bent down onto his knee joint and spread Isla 's legs, causing her glistening garden pink pussy to circulate wide open as though it were waiting for the man's peter. Without warning, he shoved his cock violently into her pussy and he began to pump faster and faster, slamming into her so difficult, that she would lurch forward.

So much atmospheric pressure was put on her handcuffed wrists that she could finger them going numb. She wanted to scream, but dissonance was not capable of coming out of her mouth. Slam after jibe into her pelvic arch began to stimulate nuisance that she had never known before, and she finally forgot about her wrist. Suddenly he stopped, and the next tone she felt was one she had felt in the past tense. A hot sticky, fluid suddenly slammed into the wall of her twat. With a couple of poke, the man had cum deep inside her. The simply thing Isla could do, was whine, in fearfulness, and pain.

"okeh,"Kimmie said,"take the handcuff off and let her sit down on the mattress. I'll be right back !"The man walked over to his pants, that he'd set on the floor next to the tv camera, reached into a pocket and pulled out a diminished, alloy key. He then approached Isla, and finally removed the handcuffs. Immediately, Isla rubbed her wrist and sat up on the mattress, trying desperately to get circulation back into her wrists 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, slim down, with broad shoulders, long light Brown University hair, and perfect naked. His dick had to be at least 11 inches long and 2.5 inches in girth and he looked at Jennifer seductively with his trench, dark scarey xanthous eyes. Kimmie took her post again behind the camera, turned it to face the second man's cock and then followed him as he approached the ugly racy mattress that Isla, absolutely frozen in veneration, sat with her hands finally free.

"Okay, you know what to do,"Kimmie replied. The man grabbed the girl by the book binding of the point with one helping hand, and his former vauntingly hand on her os frontale. Remembering Kimmie's earlier threat, she opened her mouth and allowed the man to shove his turncock in her mouth and immediately shoved it into the spinal column of her throat, causing her to choke and gag. Stroke after stroke struck the back of her throat. Her gag inborn reflex almost caused her to throw up on his tool, but he pulled out just far enough to let her breathe a picayune bit. In and out she he went. Faster and faster he went until he felt that familiar vellication in his formal 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 gobs and scads of slimy cum slam into her face with a force that caused to actually splatter on her brow, cheeks and lips, and go everywhere on her face, as though she had thrown water system on her face.

Kimmie zoomed in on her cum filled face with a unholy smile on her face.
"SAY HI TO THE tv camera AND TELL pop WHAT A BIG strumpet YOU ARE !"Kimmie ordered from behind the tv camera. Slowly and frightened, Isla raised her get out paw and waved at the camera.

"Hi dada,"she said crying,"I'm such a big slut !"

"Why the inferno are you crying ?"Kimmie asked her angrily,"You aren't going to convince dad that way ! I'm going to make to cut that out, now do it again, but this metre, you're going to do say it again with a big grinning on your cum filled look you dirty cum dumpster !"Isla mustered up as very much bravery as she could to break a half a grinning, and then a full smiling, and in total shock to her she said,
"HI Daddy !"she said, faking cheer,"I'm a big jade ! I just got a burden of cum in my sweet pussy, and then I took a huge load all over my look !"

"Now tell daddy that you're about to get fucked by a woman !"Isla looked at her, with her brass screwed up in confusion and fear. She shook her pass back and Forth. Kimmie reached to the book binding of her drawers and brandished the knife that she had brought with her from the kitchen. The light behind her glinted off the steel, jagged edged blade. She held it out in front man of her threateningly,"grinning and say you're about to be fucked by a woman !"she growled at the frightened 18-year-old Isla.

"I'm about to be fucked by a woman !"she said, trying to sound like she wasn't scared. Suddenly, emerging from the kitchen, was about the ugliest fair sex Isla had ever seen. She was various pounds heavier than the very beautiful Kimmie. The woman's titmouse sagged half way down her chest, and her tomentum looked as though it hadn't been taken maintenance of in a long fourth dimension. It was a convoluted weave of dirty blond hair. The woman's nose looked as though it had been broken several time and she her face had a hanker cicatrice across the result side of her boldness, starting from her ear, down to her chin. Around the country of her crotch was a orotund dildo, attached to her physical structure by tight strap that went all the way around her large waist. The womanhood, clearly in the eyeshot of the television camera, knelt down in strawman of Isla and ordered her to get down onto her stomach. With the glint of brand still rich in her mind, Isla complied, sobbing softly. The adult female crawled on top of her wooden leg, and proceeded to pull Isla's beautiful ass boldness apart, revealing her tight dickhead. Violently, so the camera could see inside, the woman pulled her whoreson wide open and shoved a finger inside it, causing Isla to stagger forward in excruciating pain in the ass. She dug out a tube of lube from under the mattress and rubbed on Isla 's virgin rosebud. Then without warning, the large strap-on dildo made its way inside her bastard, causing Isla to howl in pain as Kimmie watched behind the camera.

Isla never saw it coming as she was being fucked in the ass by a charwoman who easily exceeded 200 lbs. with a strap-on. The smell of max, and hand sanitizer filled her nose as she felt the insistence on her neck opening as the char squeezed. Her airwaves were not completely cut off, but it was starting to sense the Saami way it felt when she was brutally face fucked by a man with a ten-inch rooster. She gasped for breath as she tried to scream in pain as her asshole was being stretched by a huge dildo. Isla felt all the adult female's weight on her book binding as the pain in her mother fucker increased as the charwoman squeezed her neck opening even harder.

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

"Tori, you picayune slut,"Kimmie said,"Do you really think you are in any location to take demands ?"The charwoman finally released her suitcase on Isla's neck and pulled the strap-on dildo out of Isla 's now gaping ass. Kimmie couldn't resist moving the camera into attitude so that she could immortalise the now well pronounced hole. The fat adult female held the bunghole open so that Kimmie could soar in on the cave that had recently been made by the fresh fucking. Isla finally regained her ability to breathe when the two men descended upon her, rolled her over onto her rachis and began to masturbate voraciously until they busted loads upon her font.

Now it was time for the terminal stage of the video as the men picked her up off the mattress and brought her back on her feet. The two men, resembling professional person wrestlers, grabbed her by either arm and dragged her like a rag bird across the room and to a dirty wall.

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

"Not quite yet !"Kimmie growled,"My admirer are not done with you yet. Get up against the wall, bump off your shirt, and overspread your legs !"Isla complied. She limped over to the wall across from kiddy corner from the submission door, removed her shirt, and pushed herself up against the wall, spreading her legs as Kimmie again zoomed in on her ass. The man that had brought her to the dilapidated sign came up behind her holding a vauntingly rolling pin in his hand. 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 paries so that Isla could see it and she looked on in horror as she realized what he was going to do with it as he lowered it just below her ass cheek, 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 hard pain every meter he hit her El Salvadoran colon. After a few moments, he pulled it out, reel Isla over, crouch her over, and shoved the other handle of the rolling pin into her pussy. Now Isla could no longer abide up after the man pulled the rolling pin from her puss. She could not believe she was getting turned on by this horiffic rapine.

'' OHH pappa. YES, YES ! ! ! ! ! ``

She came so voiceless she could not place upright up straight. It did not matter, because it earned her a viscious slap on her face.

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

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

Kimmie said, `` Let the whore select a break now. '' Isla looked up at her, hardly daring to believe she was getting freed.

'' Oh no slut, 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. And if you do n't .... '' She showed her the knife. `` To be continued, whore, to be continued. ``


scuttlebutt below if I should uphold this story or else, I 'll try another type of writing. Thank you for reading this .