Usually he would check the restraints before giving a new slave her first experience with his legendary member. But in this case, Jerry had restrained her. Jerry never messed up the restraints, not after that bitch Carla.
She couldn’t stay still no matter how hard she tried, even though she could hear him chuckling and knew it was only entertaining him. The pain from his size was just too much. Her cervix couldn’t take the pain from the intrution. It throbbed painfully, rather steadily.
He pulled back so the tip was the only thing still inside her. He waited for her body to calm down a bit before using enough force to send his full 14 inches into her. This time she didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t wail, didn’t buck, cause the pain was equivalent to someone shoving a knife into your kidney and twisting it, its too much pain to do anything.
He leaned over her body carefully, making sure the full 14 inches was still in her, and pulled her hair so his lips were right next to her ear.
“In a month or two your body will get used to my size,” he chuckled, knowing it would probably be 4 or 5 months. “But for now, prepare yourself for pain.”
He straightened up really fast letting his dick push harder against her cervix. He started to steadily thrust into her. Feeling every millimeter of her love tunnel grip him. Grabbing her hips to hold her just right as he batered, bruised, and abused her sweet young form.
It took all he had to wait for her to lose consiousness before he let his cum fill her body. Even after two weeks of not letting himself orgasm, it was more semen than he though possible to be held in one man, even of his size. It took about ten minuets before the flow slowed and eventually stopped. By the time he pulled himself out of her limp body, there was nice puddle on the floor and streams of cum racing down her legs.
After pulling out of Kali, Kalona pulled his watch out of his jeans. Judging the time, they had only done an hours worth of time. For him, this was an embarrasment, but she was the tightest whore he had ever used. Out of the back pocket, he got his digital camera.
He took a few pictures of her in her current position, admiring her helplessness. After satisfying himself with her in this position he went over to the far corner and tugged on the chain, testing its strength against his. This chain was set up for her to be able to move in a certain amount of space, similar to a dog chained up in the front yard. Only she would be confined to the corner and a twelve foot radius from it.
Confident in the strength of the bolt and chain he went back over to her. Circling her like a tiger and its helpless prey. Slowly he undid her restraints, letting her fall to the floor. Liking her new position, he took more pictures. He easily tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the corner. He locked her collar to the chain and admired her shortly before noticing his need to relieve his bladder.
Soon she awoke to what she first thought was warm water, and soon found to be Kalona’s golden stream . . .
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Downstairs Jerry was looking over the vast selection of slaves Kalona keeps in the cells on the second to bottom floor of the dungeon. Currently he was looking at the young red heads, they were always a turn on for him.
On his second time past the red heads he spotted one that looked to be no older than 14. He walked past them a little bit, wanting to know what they talked about, you’d be supprised to know what a slave would say when they think they are alone.
“Ella, m…mm….myy nnammee iiissss Ella.” A small, weak, scared, voice said.
“…..new girl has a pretty name……”
“…..they gonna strip that from you first……”
“…then your clothes…”
He pretended to look at the blondes in a higher cage as he listened to them.
“…I never seen dat guy here before…..”
“..he seems..to be…important…”
“…been past us twice….”
A couple of the others chimed in.
Slowly he walked back over to their cage and looked in.
“Who is Ella?”
He didn’t expect a verbal answer, and he didn’t get one, all of the others moved away from the one he spotted earlier.
He didn’t realize Kalona had come down till he reached around Jerry and undid the lock on the cage.
“You’ve always liked them young Jerry, you’ve always liked them young.”
******part 7*******
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.
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