Debt and it's high price parts 1-7 - Sex Stories

Debt and it's high price parts 1-7

... model citizen. He could be himself. None could judge him for it here. He took one last look at Kali before he left the room. Feeling regret for having to put her through this. He never lied to Kali about loving her. In fact she was one of the only two person in the world he can truly say he loved. He adored her mother for the years she was his wife and not his slave. ------------------------------------------------------- After Jerry left the room Kalona focused his attention on the whore before him. Her blood and father’s seed dripping from her cunt. He slowly walked around her three times, to get the full view of her newly found slave like beauty. This would be her life. Until he decided to sell her or kill her, she would be used for his purposes. Being young she has about five to ten good years ahead of her, more if he decided to use her for breeding purposes. He walked over to the table and picked up his favorite nine tails. He used it for each of his slaves’ first whipping. Kali’s would be no different. He walked over to the head of the table and lifted her head by her hair. "Look at me whore." He says as softly as possible. The tone of voice he used startled her into opening them. She finds herself looking into his mesmerizing black eyes. As she looks at them she finds that they aren't a solid black. They were covered in flecks of color. She just wants to get an easle, paints, brushes, & canvas, She wants to paint his eyes to the full force they held. Filled with awe ...

... she couldn't look away, she didn't want to even blink. "See something you like cunt?" He snarls removing his hand from her hair and standing up straight. Not being the most patient person in the world he let the whip crack on the air. "Well?" "Yes." She whispers. "Wanna tell me what you like?" "I've never seen eyes like yours." She says diverting her own. "Filled with flecks of Lavender, Fulvous, June Bud, Platinum, and Electric Amber." He chuckles and drapes the whip over her ass. "You are the first one to specifically name the colors." He pulls out his knife and cuts the straps and back of her tanktop, swiftly removing it. "Of course I expect that of an artist such as yourself. Ive seen many of your works. Perhaps you can paint for me in the future." He let the fabric that was her top fall to the floor as he put his knife in his pocket and picked up the nine tails. He walked over behind her, so he had the full view of her freshly deflowered cunt. With the grace of decades he lifted the nine tails in the air and brought it down on her bare ass and exposed pussy. She screamed as the leather bit into her tender unprotected flesh. Her screams were music to his ears. He brought the whip up and let it fall against her again and again, on her back, it curled and hit her breasts and stomach, it hit her legs, it hit her arms, it covered her whole body in welts. By the time her first whipping was finished Kalona's cock was at its full 14 inches long, 3 inches around, and hard as a ...