Slave Isla_(0) by LeilaSanders

This is my first attempt on a story. Please rate it accordingly.

Warning: It is violent at times.Slave Isla

“She is all yours!” Mark told the man with the greasy blond hair and glasses that were way too large for his thin face. A $100 bill left the long bony fingers of his right hand. It fluttered on its way to the ground when the girl’s father reached out with his right hand and grabbed it, pulling it to him as he immediately placed it into his back pocket. His dark brown eyes were narrowed down on his 18-year-old daughter. She was tall, slender, and her body was flawless, except for the chunky ass that filled out her tight sexy yoga pants. Her long red hair flowed down her back and flapped gently in the breeze. Isla stood next to her father, on the sidewalk, with her face twisted up in horror as he sold her to a man he knew very little about for the low price of $100 dollars.

Isla knew that he was mad at her that day, but she did not know for how long he’d been so pissed at her. Her father had caught her in bed with his best friend the last time, and since he’d already dealt with him, running him out of town on a rail, with $500 and a threat to throw him in jail if he ever saw his face again.

The thought of his best friend’s cum sprawled across Isla’s face enraged Mark almost to the point of lowering the price of my daughter’s body down to $50. She was a cheap slut and it was time for her to live up to that reputation. The sun shone brightly above up the day that he’d made the decision to answer the ad looking for a “farm worker”. Shadows flung across the street and slightly over Mark’s driveway as he stood there looking at this man who was about to take his daughter off his hands. The man could not stop looking at how the sun glared off his daughter’s hair. His gaze would occasionally work its way down Isla’s body, and stop at her crotch.

“Make her turn around, so I can get a better look at her from behind,” the man ordered Isla’s father. Isla looked at her father with the look of, “You can’t be serious!”

“Daddy!” she said, “Please don’t do this!”

“Shut up and do what the man says!” he said as a tear began to work its way down her left cheek. Slowly, and humiliated, she turned around. Her big, sexy ass stuck out like a sore thumb, with her bright white yoga pants riding up her ass, indicating that she was not wearing any panties, much to the man’s delight. He poked, and prodded her. He reached around and grabbed her tits, which were small and perky in his hands. Then he reached for her ass. He couldn’t believe how firm it was for how big it was.

“Bend over!” he ordered Isla. Isla sobbed as she slowly bent at the waist, causing her ass to stick out even further. The man slid his hand inside her pants and moved his hand between her ass cheeks and to her horror, began to rub her shaven pussy, gently. Without warning, he slipped one finger inside it, causing the girl to sob loudly. He slid his hand out of her pants and allowed her to stand straight up and looked at her father.

“She’ll do just fine,” he said to me, “Put her in these.” He reached behind him, and pulled a set of police issue handcuffs from the back of his jeans and handed them to Mark. He took the handcuffs from him, and grabbed her left arm and placed it behind her back. She started struggling and pushing Mark away, but he was far too powerful for her, and he finally got the steel bracelet around her left wrist, and he violently pulled her right arm behind her back, and within seconds, she was in the handcuffs. Isla’s father squeezed the bracelets until they were firmly around her wrists, causing them to hurt to the point where she complained.

“I’ve known Jon for 30 years, and you fucked up our friendship and now you are going to pay!” he whispered angrily into her ear as the man approached Mark to take his daughter off his hands.

“I’m so sorry Daddy!” she sobbed uncontrollably, “Please don’t do this!”

“Get this girl out of my sight!” The man grabbed the back of Mark’s daughter’s red blouse at the base of the neck, and forced her to walk forward, handcuffed, to the ugly lime green Ford Escort. It looked as though it had been crudely painted with a paint brush in order to disguise the original color of the car. The man opened the back door of the car, and much like a police officer, escorted the girl into the back seat, and closed the door. He then turned to Mark, bowed, manipulated his long mustache with his right hand, thanked him, and crawled into the front seat. He started the car and drove down the street. Mark breathed a sigh of relief. Isla was off his hands. It was not only his best friend who treated his daughter like a cheap little slut, it was Mark himself, by actually selling her for $100, asking for no details as to what was going to happen next.

The small house on the end of town was falling apart. Shingles were loose from the roof and about to fall to the tall grass in the front and back of the white ranch style home. The cement from the walkway heading up to the dilapidated front door and porch was cracked and looked like it was the original cement from the original construction of the house 50 years ago. Isla squinted her eyes to see where she was, looking straight ahead at a small, old garage with a door that appeared in serious disrepair. She looked to her left, trying to block the pain from her handcuffed wrists from her mind so she could take in everything that was going on. Her father had recently sold her to a stranger for $100 and did not even bother to ask what this man in front of her was going to do with her.

The man crawled out of the front seat of the car after turning the key and shutting the car off. He turned and looked at Isla through the dirty window of the ugly lime green Ford Escort and smiled meekly at her as he unlocked and opened the driver’s side, back door and pulled her out of the car by the hair and first, and then the shoulder. He again grabbed her by her shirt at the base of her neck and dragged her to the front door, giving her no choice in the direction of where she was going. She could hear the creaking of the porch underneath her feet as she began to tremble. He opened the front screen door, and subsequent entry door and pushed Isla inside, smacking her on the ass as he did so. Isla looked around and to her horror, the dilapidated, unkempt living room was only furnished by a ugly blue mattress in the middle of the room. The man pushed her farther into the room and called out a name that was not familiar to her, who immediately looked to her right and saw a woman called Kimberly standing in the doorway, leading into the kitchen.

“Kimmie!” she growled, “Why do you keep calling me by a name I don’t like?” Isla thought that
Kimmie was pretty. She was not near as thin as Isla, but she had a beautifully round face, deep green eyes, covered with big round spectacles that perfectly conformed to her face. Her long dark brown hair resembled the same color and thickness of Isla’s. She had a body that looked as though it could easily take a pounding and come running back for more. She turned around, headed back into the kitchen, giving Isla a glimpse of her ass, covered slightly by a pair of tight red jean shorts. It swayed perfectly back and forth before Kimmie disappeared back into the kitchen. A few moments later, Kimmie returned from the living room with a sophisticated camera in one hand, and a large aluminum tripod in the other.

Isla watched Kimmie intently as she set the camera up on the opposite side of the room from the now dark doorway leading into the kitchen. She placed it on the tripod and turned the camera on, tested it, to make sure that it was still working properly, and then headed down a small corridor, and flipped on a light in a small bedroom. Isla could hear faint rummaging around, and suddenly Kimmie emerged into the living room with several items in her hands. In her right hand was a rope, a jagged edge knife, and a small blowtorch that actually looked like a large green cigarette lighter. In the other hand, was a roll of duct tape, and a pair of very dirty, worn, used white panties.

“Paid $100 for this one,” the man said, “Daddy was so glad to get rid of her.”

“So,” Kimmie said, as she slowly walked up to Isla, and put two of her long, large fingers between Isla’s legs and grabbing her yoga pants covered pussy, “Daddy thought so little of you, he thought that your life was only worth a measly 100 bucks!” Isla did not answer, except to whimper a little, “Well, I think you’re really pretty, and I can’t wait to see what you are capable of!”

“What…What I’m capable of?” she stammered. Kimmie glared at her.

“Did I tell you that you could speak?” Kimmie growled angrily, “You are lucky you are still in handcuffs!” Kimmie walked around behind her and took a look at her ass. It was very large, in comparison to the rest of her body. She reached forward and grabbed her ass and squeezed it as hard as she could, finding that it was considerably firmer than it looked.

“What do you think Kimmie?” the man asked her.

“We’re going to have to soften this one up,” Kimmie replied, “What’s her name?”

“Daddy called her Isla!” he replied.

“Well, we’re going to call her Tori!” Kimmie replied indifferently, “It makes her sound more like a slut. She’s much cuter than the last one!” Isla swallowed a lump in her throat as she realized that she was not the first young lady that Kimmie and the man had bought.

“Oh she is a slut!” The man admitted, “Daddy said that he caught her fucking his best friend. I guess they had been fucking for quite some time!”

“With an ass like that, I can understand why she’d be such a slut,” Kimmie replied, “Put her on the mattress, face down and ass in the air.” Still in handcuffs, the man forced Isla over to the mattress and forced her to her knees. He then pushed her face into the mattress, causing her to almost lose her balance but she eventually rested her face on the moldy blue mattress.