Debt and its High Price #7: Ella’s Living Nightmare by Illianna

A literotic sexstories: Debt and its High Price #7: Ella’s Living Nightmare by Illianna ,

Please remember to read up on the series as I don’t want anyone to be lost on the plot. Also I do not condone real rape or slavery but fantasy is always fun to play with. Not for the person looking for a soft sweet sex story.

Kali awoke in a large bed chamber. She kept her eyes squinted so as to access her new surroundings. She knew she still had the heavy chain attached to her collar. She groaned when she realized she was naked laying on a marble floor.She slightly tilted her head to be able to scan the room. A quick glance proved that she was alone. It hurt to move but she knew if she remained laying on the stone floor it would only prove to make her sorer. The first thing she noticed after sitting up was the various styles of torture/bondage/sex racks and devices bordering the room. Alot of it she didn’t recognize. She didn’t want to know what any of it did.

Glancing back behind herself she noticed the bed fit for an emperors bed chamber. It was made entirely of black marble instead of wood. Instead of four posts to hold up the canopy it had six. Each post had a series of various sized steel rings running up to halfway to the canopy. The canopy was a deep silver. The bedding itself was black, silver, and crimson red. She sighed in relief and leaned back against the bed, at least she was alone for the moment.

She wasn’t alone for long though. All too soon the mahogany doors opened and Kalona stepped in. He paid her no mind as he gracefully removed his black silk shirt. He simply enjoyed making her squirm with dread and anticipation. He knew her feeble mind would be running down an entire list of things she thought he might be getting ready to do to her. Continuing to ignore her he set his shirt on his tool table.

Kali sat frozen in fear as Kalona came in and removed his shirt. When he walked to the table she started to tremble. She didn’t want the attention of this evil demonic man. She didn’t want to know what was going to happen. She just wanted this nightmare to end. She shrank back against the bed as he walked past her, disappearing behind a crimson and silver curtain. The suspense was killing her more than anything he would actually do to her.

A few minutes later he re-emerged dressed in a deep lavender shirt with lavender pin-striped pants to match. His hair was down and much to Kali’s surprise It was much thicker and longer than her own waist length hair. It flowed around him as a dark sensual deeply mesmerizing cloud that you would be content to lose yourself in eagerly.

After retrieving something from his night stand, Kalona sat down on the edge of the bed behind her. Kali was somewhat relieved that he was behind her and she didn’t have to look at him. She tensed in fear as he grabbed her hair. She relaxed, if only just a little, as she felt the brush running through her luxurious mane of hair. Before long he had her hair done in a very elegant french braid running down her back.

“I’m pleased to have found you awake my pet.”

She contemplated not replying to him, but a firm tug to her freshly plaited hair quickly served to change her mind.

“Why is that Master?”

He chuckled, a little disappointed that he had no excuse to reprimand her further.

“It would have been much harder to fix your hair had you been still sleeping on the floor. It would have made us late for our plans tonight.”

She froze, him having plans didn’t spell out anything good for her. She was still sore from him pounding into her last night, not to mention her own father deflowering her.

She was shocked back to reality as Kalona reached around and somehow effectively slapped her.

“I….I…..I’m sorry Master. What plans have you graciously decided to allow me to join in Master?”

He knocked her to the floor as he stood, stepping over her.

“Well my worthless little whore, we are going to a party, and your helpless, delicious, inviting, sensual body is the main attraction.”

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Ella was scared, very very scared. She had spent the night alone in a dark, windowless, cement room. She missed her mother and her brothers. She missed her dogs and she missed school, of all the things she actually missed school. She had lost count of how long it had been since she was taken.

She was helpless in this new place. She didn’t like what the other girls in the cages had told her. She had heard things about the underground sex slaves but until a few days ago she had only thought people were trying to scare her, now she knew those things were true.

She squealed as the door opened. She backed herself into the corner. The man who had asked for her by name in the cages last night stood in the doorway. She couldn’t help but look at him, everything about him screamed male model. His golden spiked hair, his deep piercing Ice blue eyes, he had a shirt on today but from last night she knew he had a very well defined six pack. She was scared and intrigued by this man all at the same time. She darted her eyes back and forth trying to find an escape as he was quickly moving towards her. He stopped an arms length away.

Jerry stood staring down at his frightened new prize. He appraised her anew today. He knew she stood out in the cages but now he saw just how stunning and innocent his new little slut was. Her blazing red hair fell to where the tips of her nipples would be if she wasn’t dressed. The babydoll curls in her hair had to be natural. Her milky white skin and the freckles across her nose and cheeks made it very believable that she was of direct Irish decent. The outfit she was wearing made everything perfect, from her emerald top, to her black and green school girl skirt, all the way down to her Rainbow Chuck Taylors.

He was getting impatient though. He wanted to feel his new whore struggling against him. Except first, he needed to know a few things about her. He squatted down in front of her, trying to give her a false sense of comfort.

“Hey sweety, your name is Ella right?” He flashed her a friendly smile.

She was timid but relaxed a little. “Yes my name is Ella.”

He nearly creamed himself at 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 wrong with this picture was the clothes were still on her. Jerry enjoyed knowing he was about to ruin her life.

He pulled his knife from his belt and toyed with it for a minute. Tossing it back and forth between his hands watching the fear in her eyes grow with each catch.

“Ella, you’re about to learn what its like to only exist for someone else’s joy. I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

In a flash he was up against her, holding the knife to her neck. He enjoyed the fear and hopelessness in her eyes. He smirked at his little cunt.

“Let us begin.”

Swiftly, he cut through her thin T-shirt, revealing her lime green bra. Quickly he removed that to reveal her perky D-cup breasts. Sheathing the knife he stepped back and slowly undid his shirt one button at a time, slowly revealing his well toned muscles.