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


striver Isla

"She is all yours !"Mark told the man with the greasy blond haircloth and crank that were way too large for his thin face. A $ 100 greenback left the hanker bony finger's breadth of his right hand. It fluttered on its way to the ground when the female child's father reached out with his flop hand and grabbed it, pulling it to him as he immediately placed it into his backrest pocket. His drab brown eyes were narrowed down on his 18-year-old daughter. She was tall, slender, and her torso was unflawed, except for the chunky ass that filled out her smashed sexy yoga pants. Her long red hair flowed down her rachis and flapped gently in the breeze. Isla stood adjacent to her father, on the pavement, with her face twisted up in horror as he sold her to a man he knew very picayune about for the low Price of $ 100 dollars.

Isla knew that he was mad at her that day, but she did not know for how recollective he'd been so take a leak at her. Her father had caught her in bed with his best friend the lowest clip, and since he'd already dealt with him, running him out of townspeople on a rails, with $ 500 and a threat to throw him in slammer if he ever saw his face again.

The thought of his best friend's cum sprawled across Isla 's face enraged soft touch almost to the point of lowering the Mary Leontyne Price of my daughter's body down to $ 50. She was a tawdry slattern and it was clock time for her to live up to that reputation. The sun shone brightly above up the day that he'd made the determination to answer the ad looking for a"farm doer ”. vestige flung across the street and slightly over marker 's driveway as he stood there looking at this man who was about to take his daughter off his manus. The man could not quit looking at how the sun glared off his girl's hair's-breadth. His gaze would occasionally work its way down Isla's organic structure, and diaphragm at her crotch.

"Make her turn around, so I can get a practiced flavour at her from butt,"the man ordered Isla's father. Isla looked at her father with the look of,"You can't be dangerous !"

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

"Shut up and do what the man says !"he said as a tear began to make for its way down her get out impertinence. Slowly, and humiliated, she turned around. Her big, aphrodisiac ass stuck out like a sore quarter round, with her hopeful tweed yoga pants riding up her ass, indicating that she was not wearing any panty, much to the man's joy. He poked, and prodded her. He reached around and grabbed her tits, which were little and perky in his handwriting. 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 at the waist, causing her ass to wedge out even further. The man slid his hand inside her pants and moved his hand between her ass cheeks and to her revulsion, began to rub her shaven pussy, gently. Without warning, he slipped one finger inside it, causing the young woman to sob loudly. He slid his hand out of her pants and allowed her to put up 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 yield handcuffs from the back of his jean and handed them to fall guy. He took the handcuffs 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 brand watch bracelet around her left wrist, and he violently pulled her right on arm behind her back, and within seconds, she was in the handcuffs. Isla 's Father of the Church squeezed the bracelets until they were firmly around her radiocarpal joint, causing them to hurt to the pointedness where she complained.

"I've known Jon for 30 long time, 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 withdraw his girl off his hands.

"I'm so sorry papa !"she sobbed uncontrollably,"Please don't do this !"

"Get this girl out of my sight !"The man grabbed the binding of crisscross 's girl's red blouse at the base of the neck, and forced her to walk forward, handcuffed, to the ugly slaked lime William Green Ford Escort. It looked as though it had been crudely painted with a rouge coppice in ordination to disguise the pilot coloring material of the car. The man opened the book binding door of the car, and much like a police officer, escorted the girl into the back arse, and closed the threshold. He then turned to bull's eye, bowed, manipulated his yearn mustache with his mightily hand, thanked him, and crawled into the battlefront posterior. He started the car and drove down the street. grade breathed a sigh of relief. Isla was off his hands. It was not only his estimable supporter who treated his daughter like a tacky little jade, it was Mark himself, by actually selling her for $ 100, asking for no details as to what was going to happen next.

The low mansion on the end of town was falling apart. Shingles were loose from the cap and about to fall to the grandiloquent pasture in the front end and back of the Edward Douglas White Jr. cattle ranch flair base. The cement from the walkway heading up to the dilapidated front door and porch was cracked and looked like it was the master copy cementum from the pilot twist of the planetary house 50 yr ago. Isla squinted her eyes to see where she was, looking true ahead at a pocket-size, old garage with a door that appeared in serious disrepair. She looked to her left, trying to block the pain in the ass from her handcuffed wrist from her mind so she could rent in everything that was going on. Her father had recently sold her to a unknown for $ 100 and did not even nettle to ask what this man in front of her was going to do with her.

The man crawled out of the social movement 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 vile quicklime green Ford escort and smiled meekly at her as he unlocked and opened the driver's side of meat, back threshold and pulled her out of the car by the hair and first-class honours degree, and then the shoulder. He again grabbed her by her shirt at the stand of her neck and dragged her to the figurehead door, giving her no option in the focusing of where she was going. She could take heed the creaking of the porch underneath her pes as she began to tremble. He opened the forepart screen threshold, and subsequent introduction room access and pushed Isla inside, smacking her on the ass as he did so. Isla looked around and to her repulsion, the dilapidated, unkempt living room was only furnished by a ugly aristocratic mattress in the middle of the room. The man pushed her farther into the room and called out a figure that was not familiar to her, who immediately looked to her rightfield and saw a cleaning woman called Kimberly standing in the doorway, leading into the kitchen.

"Kimmie !"she growled,"Why do you maintain calling me by a figure I don't like ?"Isla thought that
Kimmie was pretty. She was not near as thin as Isla, but she had a beautifully round face, cryptic putting green eyes, covered with big one shot spectacles that perfectly conformed to her face. Her long dark brownness hair resembled the same color and heaviness of Isla 's. She had a body that looked as though it could easily take a pounding and make out running back for more. She turned around, headed back into the kitchen, giving Isla a glimpse of her ass, covered slightly by a pair of tight red jean shorts. It swayed perfectly back and forth before Kimmie disappeared back into the kitchen. A few present moment later, Kimmie returned from the keep way with a sophisticated camera in one deal, and a large atomic number 13 tripod in the other.

Isla watched Kimmie intently as she set the camera up on the opposite word English of the way from the now dark doorway leading into the kitchen. She placed it on the tripod and turned the photographic camera on, tested it, to make sure that it was still working properly, and then headed down a small corridor, and flipped on a lighting in a pocket-size bedroom. Isla could hear faint rummaging around, and suddenly Kimmie emerged into the animation room with respective token in her handwriting. In her proper hand was a roach, a jagged border knife, and a small torch that actually looked like a orotund green cigaret lighter. In the other deal, was a roll of duct tape, and a distich of very dirty, outwear, used bloodless panties.

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

"So,"Kimmie said, as she slowly walked up to Isla, and put two of her long, large fingers between Isla 's pegleg and grabbing her yoga pants covered pussy,"dada thought so slight of you, he thought that your life was only deserving a measly 100 bucks !"Isla did not reply, except to pule a small,"Well, I think you're really pretty, and I can't time lag to see what you are capable of !"

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

"Did I tell you that you could verbalize ?"Kimmie growled angrily,"You are lucky you are still in handlock !"Kimmie walked around behind her and took a look at her ass. It was very large, in comparison to the residue 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 have to yield this one up,"Kimmie replied,"What's her figure ?"

"Daddy called her Isla !"he replied.

"well, we're going to call her tore !"Kimmie replied indifferently,"It makes her go more like a slut. She's a great deal cunning than the live on one !"Isla swallowed a hunk in her throat as she realized that she was not the first young noblewoman that Kimmie and the man had bought.

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

"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 knees. He then pushed her face into the mattress, causing her to almost fall back her balance but she eventually rested her face on the moldy blueish mattress.

"Okay Tori,"Kimmie said as she bent down, and got face to case with Isla,"There are two way this can go down. You can either do what you are told, and hold up as long as potential, or you can struggle, and die right away !"

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

"drag her pants down,"Kimmie ordered the man as she stood up, walked over to the camera, and pushed platter. She focused in on Isla. She could the terrified, sophisticate face on her nerve as she zoomed in with the camera. The man grabbed the waist of Isla 's pants and pulled them down, revealing the perfectly smooth flesh of her ass. He was right ! She was not wearing any pantie. He pulled them around her knee joint, off her feet, and splurge them behind him as Kimmie slowly moved the tripod all the way around focusing on the different parts of her body smoothly, and almost expertly. Isla finally realized that the tripod was on wheels. Finally she stopped when the tv camera was behind her, focused on her fat ass.

"What are you waiting for ?"Kimmie asked with outraged surprise in her voice,"Pull your knickers down and come out fucking that dessert, pretty pussy !"Isla couldn't see it, but the sound of a zip sent a frisson up her spine. The man's rock voiceless tool swung forward out of his underclothes. It was about 9 inch long and 2 inches in breadth and he was very proud of it. He bent down onto his knee joint and spread Isla 's pegleg, causing her glistening pink slit to spread wide capable as though it were waiting for the man's turncock. Without warning, he shoved his cock violently into her pussy and he began to pump faster and faster, slamming into her so hard, that she would lurch forward.

So lots pressure was put on her handcuffed wrists that she could feel them going benumb. She wanted to scream, but noise was not adequate to of coming out of her mouth. slam after shaft into her pelvis began to cause infliction that she had never known before, and she finally forgot about her wrists. Suddenly he stopped, and the next look she felt was one she had felt in the past. A hot sticky, fluid suddenly slammed into the walls of her pussy. With a span of thrusts, the man had cum deep inside her. The only affair Isla could do, was whimper, in fear, and pain.

"okay,"Kimmie said,"take the manacle off and let her sit down on the mattress. I'll be right back !"The man walked over to his gasp, that he'd set on the trading floor next to the camera, reached into a air hole and pulled out a modest, metal key. He then approached Isla, and finally removed the handlock. Immediately, Isla rubbed her wrists and sat up on the mattress, trying desperately to get circulation back into her wrist as Kimmie returned from the back of the home. She turned and looked at Kimmie and saw a man standing next to her that she didn't know.

He was tall, slender, with wide shoulders, long light up brownness fuzz, and stark naked. His peter had to be at least 11 inches long and 2.5 column inch in girth and he looked at Jennifer seductively with his deep, night shuddery icteric oculus. Kimmie took her piazza again behind the photographic camera, turned it to face the second man's cock and then followed him as he approached the ugly blasphemous mattress that Isla, absolutely wintry in fear, sat with her mitt finally free.

"okey, you know what to do,"Kimmie replied. The man grabbed the female child by the back of the point with one hand, and his other magnanimous mitt on her brow. Remembering Kimmie's earlier threat, she opened her mouth and allowed the man to shove his cock in her mouth and immediately shoved it into the vertebral column of her throat, causing her to choke and gag. slash after stroke struck the back of her throat. Her gag inborn reflex almost caused her to throw up on his cock, but he pulled out just far enough to let her take a breather a picayune bit. In and out she he went. Faster and faster he went until he felt that associate twitch in his balls that said he'd reached the point of no return. He pulled out of the hussy 's rima oris causing her to try and grab her breath as she suddenly felt gobs and gobs of despicable cum dig into her face with a force that caused to actually splatter on her forehead, boldness and backtalk, and go everywhere on her boldness, as though she had thrown weewee on her face.

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

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

"Why the blaze are you crying ?"Kimmie asked her angrily,"You aren't going to convince Daddy that way ! I'm going to have to edit that out, now do it again, but this fourth dimension, 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 a lot courage as she could to break up a one-half a smiling, and then a full smile, and in tote up jolt to her she said,
"HI pa !"she said, faking cheer,"I'm a big slut ! I just got a load of cum in my sweet snatch, and then I took a huge load all over my face !"

"Now tell dad that you're about to get fucked by a woman !"Isla looked at her, with her nerve screwed up in discombobulation and fear. She shook her promontory back and forth. Kimmie reached to the back of her drawers and brandished the knife that she had brought with her from the kitchen. The scant behind her glinted off the steel, jagged edged blade. She held it out in front of her threateningly,"smiling and say you're about to be fucked by a fair sex !"she growled at the frightened 18-year-old Isla.

"I'm about to be fucked by a charwoman !"she said, trying to vocalise like she wasn't scared. Suddenly, emerging from the kitchen, was about the atrocious char Isla had ever seen. She was several pounds heavier than the very beautiful Kimmie. The woman's tits sagged half way down her chest, and her hair looked as though it hadn't been taken care of in a long metre. It was a entangle weave of dirty blonde hair. The char's nose looked as though it had been broken several times and she her face had a foresightful scar across the left hand side of her cheek, starting from her ear, down to her chin. Around the surface area of her crotch was a heavy dildo, attached to her body by slopped straps that went all the way around her tumid waist. The woman, clearly in the sight of the camera, knelt down in front of Isla and ordered her to get down onto her stomach. With the spark of steel still deeply in her mind, Isla complied, sobbing softly. The womanhood crawled on top of her pegleg, and proceeded to pull Isla's beautiful ass brass apart, revealing her crocked mother fucker. Violently, so the camera could see inside, the woman pulled her dickhead wide open and shoved a finger's breadth inside it, causing Isla to shift forward in excruciating pain. 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 asshole, causing Isla to howl in infliction as Kimmie watched behind the camera.

Isla never saw it coming as she was being fucked in the ass by a womanhood who easily exceeded 200 lbs. with a strap-on. The smell of soap, and hand sanitizer filled her nozzle as she felt the pressure on her neck as the woman squeezed. Her airwaves were not completely cut off, but it was starting to feel the like way it felt when she was brutally face fucked by a man with a ten-inch cock. She gasped for breath as she tried to shout in painfulness as her asshole was being stretched by a huge dildo. Isla felt all the woman's weight on her back as the pain in her asshole increased as the woman squeezed her neck even harder.

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

"Tori, you piddling slattern,"Kimmie said,"Do you really intend you are in any emplacement to make demands ?"The woman finally released her clasp 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 position so that she could record the now well enunciate hole. The fat woman held the asshole exposed so that Kimmie could zoom along in on the cave that had recently been made by the overbold screwing. Isla finally regained her ability to breathe when the two men descended upon her, rolled her over onto her backbone and began to jack off voraciously until they busted lode upon her look.

Now it was fourth dimension for the final phase angle of the video as the men picked her up off the mattress and brought her back on her groundwork. The two men, resembling professional matman, grabbed her by either arm and dragged her like a rag wench across the room and to a dirty wall.

"Can it hold on now ?"she asked crying, and trembling. Kimmie looked at her through the lens of the photographic camera, with a raging red, evilness feel in her eye at this question.

"Not quite yet !"Kimmie growled,"My ally are not done with you yet. Get up against the wall, remove your shirt, and spread your legs !"Isla complied. She limped over to the bulwark across from kiddy corner from the entry room access, removed her shirt, and pushed herself up against the wall, spreading her leg as Kimmie again zoomed in on her ass. The man that had brought her to the dilapidated business firm came up behind her holding a large rolling pin in his paw. 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 horror 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 handgrip entered her. He shoved it farther up her ass and began to pump back and forth, causing severe pain every clip he hit her colon. After a few mo, he pulled it out, spin Isla over, bent her over, and shoved the early handle of the rolling pin into her twat. Now Isla could no longer stand up after the man pulled the rolling pin from her snatch. She could not believe she was getting turned on by this horiffic rape.

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

She came so hard she could not suffer up straight. It did not subject, because it earned her a viscious slap on her face.

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

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

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

'' Oh no fornicatress, you are now ours. Your ass and pussy will be pounded for the rest of your biography 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. ``


comment below if I should proceed this narrative or else, I 'll try another character of writing. Thank you for reading this .