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……when starting to undo the restraints you always make sure that they have the least mobility during the process…..
That is one of the first things he was taught and a few clumsy time he found out why it was so. With this thought in mind he started undoing her legs. Leaving the ankles secured to the table so she wouldn’t kick.
He took a minute to run his hands over the smoothness of her legs. She used one of those razorless shaving lotions so she wouldn’t risk accidentally cutting herself. From where he was he could see that she must also use the lotion on her crotch because it was smooth as a babys butt. He let his hand slide up her thigh and ran his thumb over her quickly moistening crotch.
She gasped at the feeling of her fathers fingers gently rubbing her most private area.
He kept rubbing her for a minute then resumed to undo her. Bringing her over to the smaller tabble he put pressure on her shoulder, she got the idea and dropped to her knees.
He looked down at her, The low way she holds herself, and laughed. Then he realized how much he really missed this life.
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Kali felt utterly humiliated. She had resigned herself to being used by Kalona. Now she was being used by her father. It wasn’t the fact it was her father it was the fact that she had wanted her father for the longest. His deep blue eyes, his golden spiked hair, his well defined six pack, and the sense of power that radiated from him without him realizing it.
She felt him put pressure on her shoulder and knew he wanted her to drop to her knees. She did gladly because she didn’t think she could stand much longer.
“At least you saved your virginity.” Jerry says as he starts to lock her legs to the table.
She doesn’t reply, she wouldn’t know how to.
He bends her over the top of the table which is only as big as the table she was previously on. He locks her arms to the tables front legs and then steps back to look her over.
He walks around her. Getting the picture from all angles. Knowing he had better start soon or he would lose his nerve and never do it, he went back over behind her and dropped his pants. He slipped his boxers down, releasing the fully hard eleven inches, almost as soon as his pants were off.
He looked at her sweet innocent cunt one last time before pulling his shirt off over his head and dropping to his knees behind her.
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As her father strips behind her Kali’s thoughts go back to when she was younger, when she wished he would use her.
His hand touches her ass which brings her back to reality, to the fact that what she used to want was what she so badly needed now.
His hand strokes her right asscheek and she lets out a soft moan……
*****part 5******
That one soft moan was all it took to send Jerry over the edge. Forgetting that it was Kali in front of him he reached up and grabbed her hips as he pressed the tip of his throbbing cock against her virgin pussy. Her unused flesh practically begged him to use and abuse her. He gladly taught her she was wrong.
Her body definatly wasn’t made for her his eleven inches. With one savage thrust that sent him balls deep into her, and a single earsplitting scream from her, Kali’s virginity no longer existed.
With her father’s flesh finally in her, it became all too real. She was the daughter of a rapist, she was sold into slavery by him to pay off a debt, she most likely would die in slavery, but the only thing that pissed her off was how much it all turned her on. She didn’t have but a split second to realize all of this before Jerry’s thrusts started what would prove to be the longest day of her life.
To Jerry it was like riding a bike, one of those things no matter how hard you try, you can never forget. Even after years of reprogramming himself, his body fell into the ever farmiliar rhythm.
Kali felt her body stretch every time he moved. She felt like she was being split in half. All she could do was whimper, it hurt to much to scream or moan.
Jerry lost himself in ecstacy with each thrust. He didnt want to stop, didnt want anything but to keep the tight cunt, of his previously virgin daughter, grasping him.
Both of them lost track of time, him in ecstacy, her in pain. Both in their own little world untill Jerry’s balls tightened. He slid his arm under her slightly lifting her up for him, to get as deep as he could.
His sense of the world came back as he let go and flooded her most private place with his seed. The same seed that created her. He pulled his still semi-hard cock from her slowly. As soon as he was out a stream of his semen mixed with her virginal blood flowed out of her helpless body.
Jerry is jolted back to reality as he hears dull clapping behind him. He looks to see Kalona standing there. Kalona faked looking at his watch.
“3 and a half hours, you’ve still got it Jerry.” Kalona walks over and tosses Jerry his jeans and boxers. “Im suprised you do, after all it has been some 18 odd years since you left this, shall we call it, business. Most would have creamed that cunt in 15 minutes or less.”
Jerry paused in his dressing and looked at Kali’s limp, almost angelic form.
“Finish dressing Jerry, then leave. Vino is out in the hall ready to take you to the cages to choose a new slave.”
Jerry didn’t waste any time getting dressed. His body was eager to get back to this life. His mind was too, because in all of it, this life was honest. He never had to lie when he was living around Kalona. He never had to tell someone he cared, wanted to be around, or even pretend to be a 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.
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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 rock.
“Alright slut,” He said pulling his tanktop off, and un-zipping his jeans. “Lets get this party started.”
*******part 6********
Kali heard his shirt fall, his zipper drop, and then his jeans and boxers fall to the ground. Somehow it stirred a primal instinct in her body. She felt her body longing to have him inside her, suprise, as she still hurt from the whipping she just received. That is until he walked to stand in front of her.
Wanting her fear Kalona walked over in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, making sure she saw the monster between his legs. He smiled in satisfaction as her eyes widened and a small terrified sound escaped her lips. He released her hair and let her hide her face as best she could in the position she was in.
To her it seemed like an eternity between him releasing her hair and feeling the head of his massive cock against her battered and beaten pussy. To him it seemed all too soon. Even though he waited patiently till she was 18 before he even had his men follow and stalk her for the pictures he got, he didn’t give a damn about her well being. Using her father’s semen, he burried himself in her.
With his massive intrution of her body she screamed. She felt the tears start to flow down her cheeks. She wished it wasn’t real. But what she didn’t realize was he only had the first 11 inches in her.
He listened to her screams and sobs as if they were music, to him they were. At first he stayed still, with only what her body naturally allowed in her. He waited for her sobs to stop before pulling back slowly. As soon as he started to mover her body began to buck.
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