This is a ended work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific someone, blank space, or event. Some of the eccentric'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it acquit that I neither condon nor second any violently and fast-growing plan of attack towards any gender, this is just a dark story my mind created. Nothing to a greater extent ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's Introduction

The following tale gist around a sixteen twelvemonth old missy by the gens of Annabelle Flint. An unusual gens, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter incline to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen year of her life had felt like a ambition, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The baker's dozen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her weakened teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would be four others their lives as well.

For a few year Annabelle 's mother managed to preserve their life-style fairly convention, but her erstwhile husband 's end had been more scandalous than she expected, resulting in her developing a imbibing problem that for the most theatrical role she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the article of clothing manufactory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two chamber theater on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the offspring Annabelle, who managed to retain her sweet charming personality, even when her own female parent'was beginning to gyrate into natural depression. It would take a fiddling over a yr for the sphere to lead off to find, by which time Annabelle would turn cognizant of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even tempo, nearly halfway through her break of day jog, which she and her female parent Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed avail still very vivid within her mind. Today her female parent had an lush anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her vicinity. Though young, Annabelle 's physical structure looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel park optic that ensnared your soul with a simple grin. Her bosom were a declamatory 34D that were very firm to the skin senses, along with a fountainhead defined curve of her amble bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged aboard others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roadstead as jogging route. Whether it be Male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostle of her physical structure 's features resistless to them. The cushy heartbeat of pop-music playacting within her capitulum, had the Cy Young lady friend a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another cleaning lady coming from the other direction.

'' I 'm terribly good-for-naught, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older woman back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to draw out back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the cleaning lady 's clenched fist slammed into her thigh, at first unable to perceive the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose speculator had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle news began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The fair sex nervously raked her shaky hands through her dead blond pilus, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arm pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her small 32B tit. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's petite trunk struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girlfriend up to her pes. A black touch windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the gage door flying give revealing a man leaning back from the front line seat. The woman whose name was Erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the spread out door. Were the man who was called Susan Anthony, reached through grabbing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady friend 's hobble limb pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs inside until the threshold could be closed.

true heath once More looked around, a nervous face filling her heart as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an agitate grinning Anthony pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windscreen. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a public eye, as Anthony turned to meet her uneasy gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a retard hard tone, making Erica wrench away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as immobile Marcus Antonius 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Susan Anthony could easily consider every freckle that dawn her just complexion.

The two were hubby and wife, with some very different time value on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a magnificent and very charming man, an inventor and enterpriser worth trillion. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very practically in making love with his wife, and could not fetch himself to make her the pain sensation he truly craved. While erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten twelvemonth of marriage, at commencement she had been very independent, but Anthony 's sexual and physical contumely through their wedding had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Antony drove down the freeway, heading towards his abode that sat squarely in the midriff of a 40 square Acre of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arriver, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire holding had been walled off, that rose twelve foot in peak, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many potbelly that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a point out front of a orotund two fib manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and steeple. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious mind Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular subdivision from twelvemonth of physical labor, up the stairs into a home depositing her within a nearly evacuate bedroom on the s floor which only contained a bed.

organism situated within the center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Marcus Antonius a few weeks ago for this sole design. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the candidate that awaited, studying her saintly body for a moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewellery box from under the bed opening it to reveal a midst leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a XII metal angle bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with century of protruding tiny cop prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the catch around Annabelle 's neck opening, clipping the specially made clutches which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Susan B. Anthony turned to ascertain his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making true heath jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the threshold behind him. Anthony gave little idea of Annabelle as he went about his formula turn, as if kidnapping was an unremarkable matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle, it had all gone perfectly to be after making him silly as he entered his workshop.

About an 60 minutes later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to derive around, frowning from the luminousness that forced her to close down them. For several present moment she looked around puzzled by her desolate environs, still very druggy from the upshot of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a instant. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the pommel. For a consequence a war raged within Annabelle 's head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the dim panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to desire her instinct Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a Night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking piece of furniture and interior decoration lining the foyer, making her flavour as if she fallen into a movie fit if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the heaviness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a standardized looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small Windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle 's scare took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several unfold elbow room. One of which was a living room where Susan B. Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the lounge they shared, walking out into the Asaph Hall watching the terrorise Thomas Young young woman bounding her way towards the exterior threshold. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the entrance hall, with a potted plant sitting upon a pocket-sized wooden mesa marking the nerve center of the way. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable industrial plant reaching out to grasp the door thickening, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing Thomas More pain in the ass as her digit touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a peck, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ears. `` You can expect that every time you near a door or windowpane that is off limits, '' he stated in a lenient tone, walking over kneeling down following to her. His rich blue centre locking with her pain-filled regard, `` it can also fall out if I press the clit on my vigil. '' He added showing her the device attached to his carpus, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his weapon system, carrying her to the livelihood room where erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the base in the center of the room.

It would only consider a few minutes for the numbness to wither, at world-class Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the eternal rest of her body. Painfully she managed to seethe to her side of meat pushing up on her hired man staring at the twain that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the pinch secured to her neck, frowning as her finger's breadth failed to find a way to remove it. The totally time Mark Antony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle battle with the tenacious grip, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and erica. Susan Anthony simply smiled knockout, while erica lowered her regard ineffective to adjoin the young girl 's eyes, her soft brownness optic filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` First because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knee joint. `` And secondly you made it wanton for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop posing on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the tumid screen idiot box to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in unbelief as she turned to bump herself staring at all of her social media score, `` everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken place and drunken mother made her a staring romp case. `` Cases in which police force hardly ever put much resource into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Antony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her site sink into Annabelle, his phonation taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will lead in coarse penalty. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Mark Anthony 's optic only making him more excited at the outlook of breaking this inspirit young little girl 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his headland. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the electrical shock that filled Annabelle 's look upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Antony 's face after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the first, Antony still shook his psyche in letdown. His soft suspire a worrying fear for his wife, whose oculus pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held zilch but contempt for the charwoman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Mark Anthony lunged from the lounge, crossing the room in a ostentation grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing scare to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to induce to disciplined you, spend a penny you understand just how severely you will bid that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an impressive show of strong suit, releasing her so she could assume a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the English before falling to the storey covering her face.

He had to impart her cite for keeping from crying like a infant, slowly pushing up with one handwriting still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the reprehensible blow. `` Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her punishment for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the put replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive whole step before Anthony disappeared down the vestibule. Once she was sure he was out of sight, Erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her point of view. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't resist him, '' Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll penalise me as well, '' erica explained. `` So what ? '' erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain sensation filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock of erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the intellectual side of her psyche pushing through the precaution of Annabelle 's panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realisation that at least for now she really had no other selection. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. erica 's soft hands covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her pantie. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your punishment that much risky. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' seminal fluid on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the john. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the professional john where they quietly waited until Mark Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to get over herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony English as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Danton True Young unblemished dead body as he slowly circled her, loving her gravid boob and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For appetizer Annabelle had a neat trimmed chaparral of pubic tomentum hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic fuzz on a woman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that tidy sum. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long haircloth, '' he stated raking his finger's breadth along her scalp, `` but I do n't care it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a tight ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to keep back onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his savage scuttlebutt, before turning back to his married woman. `` Once all that is finished hand her a thorough cleansing, then visit me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their social club. `` We better get started, '' true heath said prod Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the exhibitioner warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over number the pre-shyness of having Erica present tense, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the urine comfy feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her back talk upon seeing the red whelp that ran along Erica 's back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the rachis of her legs and inner thigh, as true heath was not permitted to endure any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more pup to her knocker and cleanly-shaved puss. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow note as she slowly got up flushing the pot, causing erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. `` And a good deal risky, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to get in the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her hands touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to funk back from erica 's touch, `` I am meritless, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to throw him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised physical structure. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused last Night, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in unbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though true heath paid little mind to her parole as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica for the first time went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Sami for herself. Pulling out a coke dryer, true heath spent various minutes working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hairsbreadth which was plastered to the face of her neck and back. It would direct twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's farseeing pilus into a tight gold braid that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counter and spread your legs, '' erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as true heath pulled out an old-fashion expressive style straight razor, which Erica noticed once Thomas More apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the entirely eccentric of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be deliberate, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older womanhood 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a division of her inherent aptitude told her that she was at to the lowest degree not her foe like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her branch suddenly seeming like she was XII long time old again, only now with monumental tits that nearly blocked her snatch from view.

'' Alright, stand up and poise yourself against the cabinet, then bend over with your peg a part. ''

true heath instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an clyster sack and dispenser tube-shaped structure, along with a vaginal douche bag package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm up, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's crease, being sure not to infix it too far as true heath knew that Annabelle was still a Virgo the Virgin. Despite many of her match striving desperately to get into her pant, though Annabelle had yet to find that special person to trance them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the unseasoned morsel.

Not caring about the airstream from Annabelle 's pussycat that splattered against the tile floor, erica next filled the enema pocket before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt true heath greased finger slowly working circles along the exterior of her rectum, trying to relax the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warmly water fill her bowel. At first Annabelle felt a little warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the toilet badly as the go of the water system filled her. `` clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' Erica advised pulling the tube free pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

'' You can stand up, but you need to hold that for at to the lowest degree ten minutes, '' Erica explained noticing the irritated glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a week. Mercifully time seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the john, as she grimaced from the fair sensations she was having until the last of the water and dickhead poured liberate of her system. The full clip true heath paid little attention to the auditory sensation coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the base clean.

As instructed upon finishing, erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her pleach hair and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in presence of Annabelle. `` There are a few formula that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are preclude to wear any human body of wear unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully read his password. `` Your torso is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left wing pap aggressively twisting it to emphasize his full point. `` And the third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a oblique smile pressing the push button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked exchangeable to that of a radio receiver charger, discharging a much warm saccade that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Antony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the house to one of his rumpus room, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A outfit figure as the room was mostly bare except for the wall which were covered in belt ammunition of several shapes and thicknesses, along with party whip of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in diverse thickness. Yet it was the foreign contraption positioned within the center of the room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an upheaval spreading across his nerve at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her hubby would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed flavor upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the unknown convenience, though she was used to many of Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining stand, as well as early implements of his own designing. She had never seen this particular rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's chief and articulatio radiocarpea before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious mind girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another part consisting of steel pipes connected together to spring a twosome, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the missy 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner organ pipe had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thighs, forcing her legs open exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Susan Brownell Anthony retrieved a firearm of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through hollow drilled into the sheet metallic element sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's wooden leg. Acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protective covering for her virgin cunt from his intend punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the tack metal into office, admiring how pay for Annabelle 's raised ass looking at for anyone of the many tools that dawn the paries. Pleased with his oeuvre Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to link him, who quickly moved to his incline dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her myopic locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

LE than ten transactions later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her freeze condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how assure she was. `` You 're awake, '' Antony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the audio of his vox Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chairwoman kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your for the first time punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her hubby disappear through a indorse room access that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few short moment later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her hubby 's intent. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle 's pump nearly stopped upon seeing the scourge in true heath 's eyes, as she briefly looked over group meeting Annabelle 's gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting position the leader of the coterie leaping forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass nerve. As the dog 's yearn moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed whoreson, yet still able to taste the tarty nasal twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Mark Anthony as he retook his chair in anticipation of the appearance that awaited him, moving out in front line of her making it clear what was about to happen. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting absolve she caused Anthony to mature even more awaken than he had been. Instincts took handle as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his movement mitt around the pipe and her second joint. Annabelle cried out begging Mark Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his croup against her meaty tip-tilted ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheek, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her chassis just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's hatchway in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant curtain raising, the dog violently force his wide cinch up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergic reaction to heel, Annabelle had fiddling experience outside of her few champion who own them, particularly incognizant when it came to a manly dog 's bod. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's member was so minor, a notion that she was about to agnize was false as she was about to get an agonizing clang line in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not conceive the cheeseparing phrenetic stride the dog pounded her, as his cock was a pneumatic hammer, Annabelle 's optic suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin two column inch long stick, to nearly six in in length with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to agnise that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the theme of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward push, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to mewl. As she groan from the force of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a tingle that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to shroud her growing DoS, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonize eyes.

In skepticism Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a time the dog painfully yank his erected member from her bowels, before filling her with his entire girth, then suddenly the bulgy mi was ineffective to pull detached of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the tactile sensation that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock oceanic abyss within Annabelle 's rectum. A violent stream of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several farseeing moments, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Susan Brownell Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could ask several mental picture, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not trust her ass could goggle open so widely. She had not even had a chance to find from the 1st dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the former dog 's come so that his could throw the best potential chance of impregnating the manifest willing squawk before him. Then he too lunged up onto her backrest working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next time of day and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two domestic dog, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the way. Upon his issue he toss a key to true heath, ordering her to release Annabelle which took erica respective proceedings to cipher out how. Once gratis Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Marcus Antonius had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing risky when she tried to move even the little bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his chair. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his finger watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, fawn on your hired hand and human knee like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into position slowly propel towards him.

'' Now sit back on your bounder with your arms kept behind your rachis, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipple tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Susan B. Anthony smiled comically releasing her pap watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your ramification and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly give away herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A just quantity of her fluids clinging to his metacarpophalangeal joint causing him to laugh as he held it up in social movement of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those firedog, '' Anthony teased seeing the pity that filled Annabelle 's heart. She could not sympathise how her soundbox could respond to such a violent and sore invasion, tears filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony 's acute gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` Lick it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any inkling to try her own juice before. Instantly regretting it as Susan Anthony 's centre hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Anthony still needed to penalise her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his foundation Mark Antony instructed Annabelle to skid back towards the meat of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the professorship. `` straddle her head, and bury your cunt into that bitch 's fount, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her infantry moving over to Annabelle. `` act so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his seat observation as erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer fold, almost instantly Annabelle felt true heath 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no cue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to make love what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's clapper to bollocks about Erica 's folds for a few transactions, before deciding it was clip to carry out Annabelle 's adjacent punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her lower torso off the flooring. `` Hold her articulatio talocruralis, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to charge free of her bureau, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his sought after position, Marcus Antonius walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a panoptic thick leather strap attached to a wooden grip nearly compeer in length. As he returned Erica looked away feeling shame that she was thankful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be unspeakable. Flinching as the first tornado of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for true heath pinning her John L. H. Down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain shot from her genital organ straight to her core, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

fivesome more times Susan Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a single Logos upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under Erica 's weight almost managing to knock erica off her before she regain restraint, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking trunk down. `` sufficiency, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her slope balling up with her manpower wardrobe tightly to her maltreatment kitty. Tears poured from her heart having never experienced such pain to such a sore area, after a few here and now Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her blazon afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in straw man of me, '' he demanded retaking his chairperson, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs quiver from the intense pain sensation moving caused her, but she refused to contain understanding Erica 's word from early a lot better now. `` prison term for me to feature a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress bloomers, freeing his fully set up dick from his packer. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged phallus before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the dependable of her. Antonius was with child than an median man with a length of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperient young girl. He smiled holding his rooster by his groundwork watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' sense of touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, grateful to give birth actually managed to ascertain individual so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hand timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky fingerbreadth, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony 's crownwork, causing him to smile in amusement. Erica could not conceive how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Susan Anthony told her softly taking her manus into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how toilsome she should wedge. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hired man letting her to persist in on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many affair he had plans on how to teach her properly. `` Give me your former hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his ball. `` Rolled them about like dice at a crap 's tabular array, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's aspect as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this spot arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your hand that I really wanted pleasure from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head painfully. Forcefully pulling her head towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knee joint, having to brace her hands upon his pegleg as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inch from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now give, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his hold forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to meet his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as filling even a vestige of your teeth against my pelt, I 'll let the entire gang of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously drooping, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her oral fissure, moaning at the champion of her warm moist tongue running along the undersurface of his stopcock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to funk, gagging as he held her pass in position. `` drink, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to commit away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her complete tending, and with little other options Annabelle complied, her oculus widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to fall away into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her sass until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairsbreadth. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her tear back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Antonius grabbed Annabelle 's head with both hands to better control her, only allowing her to draw in back when scare filled her oculus, finding her desperate gasps for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking cocotte, '' Susan Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his odd side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his married woman who moved to his other side, grasping her married man 's peter taking it right in her throat with a unmarried effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that person could move so fast while taking that fiend down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not study her heart from what true heath was doing, her sexual rarity becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. `` substitution, '' Marcus Antonius suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more bury down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive squirt of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his headland back against the bulwark for a bit, before looking at his lookout man smiling excitedly at the sentence. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally clock time for me to puddle you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a virtuoso to understand his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a twelvemonth of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty originative phantasy, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media history, realizing that she met his necessity perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his phantasy to just fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish conception that seem to ring to all of Anthony 's truthful desires, and would necessitate very much thought on how to hearten it within a genuine world being that hell was a bit out of reach. Now all that research, mental synthesis, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` withdraw her into the kitchen for a low-cal collation, '' Anthony ordered erica. `` Then meet me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a minor cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the tabular array before turning to leave, `` what 's going to encounter ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to intermit as a sadness expression befell her cheek, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her heart in botheration, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that erica thought her that dolt. `` How ? '' She asked fear creeping into her voice. Truthfully true heath did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's optic, `` will I come through it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the steps knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you in force eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty room access for a mo, before slumping back into one of the chairperson. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding true heath 's monition as she went about pick at the scale. About 20 minutes later erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her humble breasts appear a full cup-size large. With a pair of knee-deep Stiletto flush in a coordinated colouration, and nothing else leaving her slit and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not struggle with the six column inch dog walking. Susan Brownell Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same dress shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the tabular array he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` tie-up up and hold out your handwriting, '' Antony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the rearwards room access, upon seeing the out-of-doors yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Mark Antony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. `` But you better festinate up because it resets after a unforesightful prison term, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous verbalism filled Annabelle 's boldness, as she quickly stepped through the room access shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an authoritative theatrical role for Antonius, who could not factual use fervour and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other mean in which to farm similar sensations within a soul. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back railway yard, `` I would n't view running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating saying upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the M. `` The fence is another moulding for the electronic-barrier you experienced other, '' Susan Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's headspring to drop off in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smile. `` It would n't even give up in until after your pass the fencing, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of blackguard just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager reflexion to his look she thought. Anthony led them out into the nitty-gritty of the pace, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock music, with an extra chain hanging down from one of the tree 's branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging mountain range, turning to grab Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her arms up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to go along her full system of weights off her wrists, which Antonius made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankle, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her optic not wanting her to see anything still having a lot to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, Erica walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's second joint for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's hint to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Antonius left Erica to her body of work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a abruptly aloofness away. He then collected two turgid glass chump from his bag, smiling joyfully at the churn up face his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the dog'furry sheaths, slowly working her deal along it until his flabby tool began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth mucilaginous spirit of the fragile stick like tool, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the spyglass at the make to conquer the dog 's semen when he came.

While erica went about milking the dog Susan B. Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her go forth boob sucking her indurate mammilla between his rim, while his other mitt moved to explore her moisten cunt causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to keep her in a sharpen nation of arousal, carefully watching her response so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their drumhead turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her bridge player, unable to think Annabelle had taken such a savage within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Mark Antony who smiled eagerly taking the warm touch sensation glass.

While Erica went back to fill the side by side trash, Marcus Antonius clamped his handwriting down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouth to catch one's breath he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending flow, until finally Mark Antony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to befuddle up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to acquit her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Antonius took the side by side one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to learn as he forced this field glass down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her os frontale, allowing her a few bit to recoup while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Marcus Antonius carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a quarter of an average bull-whip 's velocity, with its banger made from a much easygoing material to hold back from breaking tegument, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

true heath 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side of meat grabbing his arm, yet a menacing limelight was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the estimate of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony 's mind, he went about taking classes to see how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended aim spots. His instructor had joked one day during recitation about how quickly Mark Antony was learning, amusing Susan B. Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his truthful purpose for his training, which in itself had aroused Susan Anthony making this instant even more pleasurable than he expected.

poor people Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to chance, which is what Susan Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing strait of the party whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The number one bang hit just below her right shoulder joint, running diagonally down her backrest before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first-class honours degree the nose candy had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eye suddenly clinch tightly shut as a in high spirits delivery scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his place, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not fear with his aloofness neighbour hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraint Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This sentence it started on her opposite berm, while the adjacent was more vertical across her eye back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelp were ready to prepare after each impact, each five sentence the breadth of the whip 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her uninterrupted screeches and screaming. Antonius continued a XII more fourth dimension across her ass impertinence and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely cognizant of his easy laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfolded free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Antony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stomach in battlefront of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony torment Annabelle for a present moment, several time whipping it so that it snapped just centimetre in front of Annabelle 's face, causing her to flick back against her control. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Antonius 's bloomers was fully tented from his erecting, Erica even believed it seemed big than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could agitate him. Not that Annabelle had time to feed it often mentation, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left knocker, before quickly doing the Lapp to her right field, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would break down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit frustrated that it had not lasted longer, Mark Anthony dropped the whiplash down future to his bag, more than fulfil knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his married woman laying his subdivision over her shoulders, leading her back interior, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to stoop over it, as Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that bitch again. She is mine to do with as I wish, '' Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to true heath as he quickly finished his off.

Mark Anthony retrieved four pee bottles from the fridge placing them succeeding to the gem slab once back out of doors, moving back to where Annabelle 's hitch body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her simplicity from the chain of mountains. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smoothen surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Mark Anthony locked into plaza upon Annabelle 's wrist and ankles. He retrieved two to a greater extent Velcro lot from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her genu, thin cotton ropes had been attached to the banding, the ends of which Antonius had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's legs as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large Edward Durell Stone slab. Nearly because in his illusion a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flaming 's severeness without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water supply bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious mind daughter 's chest who instantly came around screeching in suffering as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle 's renal pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her conflict against the unyielding shackle. Annabelle 's organic structure violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every in of her with the remaining bottle, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the flat coat, before kicking off his horseshoe finishing with his clothes pants and boxes.

He moved to digest at Annabelle 's foot where he retrieved a humble underground from his trouser 's air hole, which puzzled erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Susan Brownell Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a rubber had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red pulverization falling from it to the ground. Anthony worked the seasoned safety over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sensation that the zephyr caused her. Until Antony 's rouse cheek suddenly loomed over top of her, more horny than he had ever been before in his life story, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold back out for very long.

Grasping the substructure of his prick Anthony moved his heading into spatial relation between Annabelle 's congregation, using his weightiness to force his aching cock straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain sensation of her maidenhead, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling howler to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several bit wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his straits remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying firmly as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three solid thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the prophylactic as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity level of his freeing, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's gelid consistency. It would consume several arcminute of harsh ventilation before Susan Brownell Anthony would regain his composure, the full metre Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting painfulness the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Antony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long prison term enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her fount, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Marcus Antonius wasted minuscule time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for several long arcminute before retrieving the water hosepipe. Using it to scour out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still take on some time before the pain would commence to subside. Still breathing heavily from his acute orgasm, Antonius slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his boldness against hers. `` Now it 's your go to claim the bitch, '' Susan Brownell Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to draw back throw. `` I did n't want to smash all the fun and surprisal, '' he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a spirit level of inhuman treatment she had never seen within him before.

Taking his married woman 's manus Marcus Antonius led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo fastening that caused erica 's jaw to drop. It had the Sami distance and cinch as Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's briery penis, he created this dildo to have chiliad of mm long flexible stiletto heel running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Antonius had taken it a stone's throw further by adding respective column inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch thirster which would riddle the young girl 's cervix. Erica shook her chief unable to bottom words to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock music slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into place, Anthony gently grasped erica 's Kuki forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember last week when we finished working out how to abduct her ? '' He asked, erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Susan B. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Antonius reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her opening to erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the pass 's stiletto heel against one another, letting them steal unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her environs anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulblike head into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first base annulus of spike were about to dawn, looking up with pleading oculus towards her husband 's hardened spotlight. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain in the ass she could only imagine was in store for the helpless young woman, true heath pushed forward forcing several wrangle of spikes into Annabelle 's dent. While too lilliputian to tear flesh the spike heel horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear erica went slacken unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her control screaming in distress, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike right hand into Annabelle 's cervix, while the respite pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the big spike.

true heath pulled all but the foreland out before slamming it back household, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first gear, but as true heath picked up a steadfast pace, the plain sound of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's thigh-slapper. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scraping combining with the red invasion and crushing of her cervix uteri, was capable of producing such intense galvanising jounce that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her nucleus, pushing Annabelle to a heighten State Department of transport that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's backtalk as her screams intensified, `` stop screaming cunt, '' he ordered in a rough tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-command to handle.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the center. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her softened crying, seeing disgrace within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her humbled lip to restrain from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing true heath to glower in unbelief, but unconsciously her gait quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Antonius 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfective slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky encroacher, while her neck tried to desperately suck its encroacher deeper within her.

true heath quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, uncertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird layer that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dog back out of the fence to be with their pack. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Antonius guided her towards the house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to good morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the sign of the zodiac about to close the room access behind them, but paused wanting to burn the spate into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that gripe 's cunt, I want some solely prison term with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging true heath up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wipe from her agonizing trial by ordeal, quickly giving in to the black of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a criminal gust of nothingness blazed across her exposed shape. Annabelle tried to twitch up from the initial shock to her arrangement, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's retentivity pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her creative thinker and dead body. Falling back against the gemstone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once pollyannaish Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl that only saw the brighter thing, now unable to see nothing but hair-raising portion. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the wide-cut moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to continue wake up for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would fetch .