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

Debt and it's high price parts 1-7

... the sound of her voice, she had a slight Irish accent, so he knew she had grown up in Ireland for probably the first six years of her life, then relocated to America, it was just enough accent left to make her voice extremely mesmerizing. He mentally shook himself, he didn't want to end up in the same situation all over again. "How old are you dear?" She didn't know the exact answer at this moment, she had had a birthday coming up before she was taken but she didn't know how long she had been gone from home. "What day is it sir?" He was a little puzzled that she would ask such a question but he wanted his answers. "its the twelfth of August dear." Oh god she thought, it was a week since she was grabbed, a whole damned week. "Well sir, in that case I'm 18, my birthday would have been two days ago, on the 10th. Please sir, Please, I......I....I just want to go home, please let me go home." Jerry chuckled, "I know you do dear I know you do. But you can't leave just yet. We need to get to know each other better first." In one fluid motion, Jerry stood, bent over, grabbed her at the waist, and easily threw her over his shoulder. The cute fluffy plaid skirt she was wearing gave him a great view of her peach shaped ass and her nice fat pussy lips through her lime green lace thong. he knew her bra probably matched. He was going to have fun with this little cunt. She kicked, screamed, cried, and begged for the whole trip up to the breaking room, the very room he had deflowered his ...

... own daughter in just the day before. He carelessly dropped her to the floor and locked the boor behind himself in another very graceful motion. He didn't want her voice to control him, he didn't want her to talk anymore. He just wanted to teach her young body what it meant to belong to him. He grabbed a ball gag from the table and walked over to his little whore. Damn it felt good to be back in business. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to her feet. He made her walk to the center of the room where there were two chains hanging from the ceiling with wrist cuffs on the ends. With no care for her feeling he roughly locked her left wrist into the left cuff. and toyed with her for a minute just like that. "Please sir don't hurt me, Ill be good, please sir I just want to go ho..." He pleading was cut short by his left arm wrapping around her throat. "Shut up you little Irish slut, I don't want to hear another word out of you." He forcefully put her right wrist into the cuff hanging on the right chain. Stepping around her he enjoyed the sight of this dirty little whore helpless to avoid anything he would do to her. "plea...." Before she could finish the first word he had the ball gag in her mouth and locked into place with her hair still free flowing. She was taller than most girl, probably at 5'11'' so it wouldn't be hard for him to enter her from a vertical position. He enjoyed the sight of this little girl, tears streaming down her face, gag in her mouth, the only thing ...