This is a complete work of fable, and has no correlation to any particular person, post, or outcome. Some of the characters'personality are a bit exasperate, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor second any violently and aggressive flak towards any gender, this is just a dark storey my mind created. Nothing More ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's Introduction

The following tale centers around a XVI year old girl by the public figure of Annabelle flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very reverential adolescent, that saw only the brighter sides to life history despite her many woe to the obstinate. For her the commencement thirteen years of her life had felt like a pipe dream, 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 class old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her evanesce teddy-bear to her pajama-covered thorax 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 savage enough, barely two hebdomad later her don would parish in a crushing multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few days Annabelle 's mother managed to keep back their modus vivendi fairly normal, but her erstwhile hubby 's dying had been more appall than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking trouble that for the most part she managed to hide out from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their surface area closing many commercial enterprise, including the vesture manufactory Annabelle 's female parent worked for, forcing them to down mark to a small-scale two bedroom house on the fringe of their Ithiel Town. Yet none of this ever affected the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Annabelle, who managed to hold back her sweet entrance personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into economic crisis. It would make a fiddling over a class for the expanse to set out to recoup, by which time Annabelle would go mindful of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even tread, nearly halfway through her sunup jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her female parent had left rehab. The painful memory of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed avail still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her yearn Burgundy blond 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 neighborhood. Though Danton True Young, Annabelle 's body looked too mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone cutis, with holy man green eyes that ensnared your psyche with a simple smile. Her breasts were a with child 34D that were very immobile to the touch, along with a well defined curve ball of her amble bottomland. All of which was drawing her a lot of attending as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding community also used these road as jogging routes. Whether it be Male or distaff, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostle of her body 's feature film irresistible to them. The flabby pulsation of pop-music acting within her ear, had the young girl a bit distract as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another cleaning woman coming from the former direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older charwoman back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the charwoman 's fist slammed into her thigh, at first unable to savvy the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a little syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle words began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sense impression of falling hit just before the void of nullity consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her scant blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her small 32B breast. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's trunk, the woman 's petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious mind athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A Black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the second door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the face fanny. The woman whose figure was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the surface threshold. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the untried miss 's hitch arm pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs interior until the door could be closed.

erica once more looked around, a spooky feel filling her center as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an stir grin Anthony pulled off trying to look becalm as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the sceptre of binge as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a public eye, as Mark Antony turned to meet her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tone, making true heath rick away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Anthony '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 side turned so that Anthony could easily depend every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were married man and wife, with some very unlike values on what that entitled. Susan B. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an discoverer and enterpriser worth meg. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain sensation, yet surprisingly he was very very much in love with his wife, and could not bestow himself to induce her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only 30 was very frail-woman after ten years of man and wife, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony 's sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his hone submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the state highway, heading towards his base that sat squarely in the middle of a XL foursquare Akka of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Susan Anthony pulled into his drive, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose dozen feet in acme, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his body of work there were many potbelly that would recur to espionage to acquire them, but the paries now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a gravid two story manor, with a medieval architectural expressive style about its windowpane and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his mesomorphic arms from class of strong-arm labor, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly discharge bedroom on the secondly floor which only contained a bed.

beingness situated within the center of the manor house the room had no Windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole role. Antony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the expectation that awaited, studying her cherubic body for a moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather catch, spaced evenly along the outside of the apprehension were a dozen metal square bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding bantam copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the taking into custody around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made grip which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smiling, Antony turned to find his wife huddled against the door anatomy, a troubled expression upon her wan expression as she stared down at the unconscious mind little girl, who would soon wake into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica parachuting at his rough flavour before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Susan Brownell Anthony gave picayune thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cross every angle, it had all gone perfectly to project making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an minute later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the luminance that forced her to fill up them. For several instant she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the result of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing hurting coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion bend to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the room access expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's brain, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the screen panic side of meat that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the residence hall, whose oak wooden jury reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the entrance hall she could see a set of steps, with windowpane revealing a night sky beyond, making her admiration what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed refined looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her flavour as if she fallen into a movie vista if not for the sheer little terror that filled her nervure with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the heaviness of the Scophthalmus aquosus, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar 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 mean value of escape, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open suite. One of which was a living room where Susan Brownell Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the dormitory watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior threshold. An aegir grin crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted flora sitting upon a small-scale wooden table marking the heart and soul of the elbow room. Just as Annabelle past the barely obtrusive plant reaching out to grasp the room access boss, she cried out in excruciation grasping her cervix with both hands only causing more hurting as her fingerbreadth touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the level in a heap, the soft laughter of an disport Susan B. Anthony ringing in her ear. `` You can carry that every metre you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a mild note, walking over kneeling down following to her. His rich downcast eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the clitoris on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the female child upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only make a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at 1st Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly smell returned to the eternal rest of her soundbox. Painfully she managed to wander to her face pushing up on her hand staring at the yoke that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her handwriting feeling the pinch secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to line up a way to remove it. The unscathed fourth dimension Antony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Marcus Antonius and erica. Susan B. Anthony simply smiled harder, while true heath lowered her regard ineffectual to take on the offspring young woman 's eyes, her soft Brown centre 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 elbow propped up on his human knee. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop seance on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large screen television receiver to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her mixer mass medium accounts, `` everything I needed to bang when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her break out home and drunken female parent made her a unadulterated runaway case. `` face in which police hardly ever put a great deal resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Mark Antony went on after a short intermission to let the horror of her berth sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his aspect hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my decree, fail to comply will leave in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Antonius 's centre only making him more wind up at the aspect of breaking this spirited young missy 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his workforce behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrap, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's facial expression upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony 's face after a bit 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 outset, Anthony still shook his forefront in disappointment. His soft sigh a worrying fear for his wife, whose center pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held zero but disdain for the womanhood as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Mark Antony lunged from the sofa, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing panic to quickly supercede her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hired man. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, crap you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his compass with an telling show of strength, releasing her so she could read a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so tough that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give her quotation for keeping from crying like a infant, slowly pushing up with one hired hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious nose candy. `` Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the privy, while I 'll go and setup her punishment for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the sofa replying, `` yes sir, '' in a discerning tone before Antonius disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of mountain, erica hurried to Annabelle 's incline kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to avail her base. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from true heath as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't baulk 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, annoyance filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The daze of erica 's password made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the noetic incline of her mind pushing through the caution of Annabelle 's terrified thought process, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. true heath 's soft script covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the panic-struck Whitney Moore Young Jr. fille to bear on as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging drawers, before finally her step-in. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to brood herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only give your punishment that practically worse. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' ejaculate on, '' true heath called after her. `` He wo n't be well-chosen with either of us, if he beats us to the privy. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the mansion to the passkey john where they quietly waited until Susan Brownell Anthony strolled in. At start Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glimpse from Erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony English as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her youth unmutilated consistence as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass brass, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For newbie Annabelle had a neat trimmed President George W. Bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic pilus on a woman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's complete get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her longsighted hair, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a tight ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in social movement of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then predict me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come in the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the piddle easy impression. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her Word of God faded from her back talk upon seeing the red pup that ran along Erica 's rachis. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the spinal column of her legs and inner thighs, as true heath was not permitted to wear any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved twat. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow out tone as she slowly got up flushing the potty, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. `` And often worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to inscribe the shower.

To Annabelle 's chagrin erica personally went about washing her torso being extremely thorough as apprize, her helping hand touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girlfriend to cringe back from Erica 's speck, `` I am sorry, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her center. `` I 've really tried to turn over him the pleasure he craves, but several eld ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at erica 's bruised torso. `` The expectation got him highly aroused last Night, he got a bit sway away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid slight thinker to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once true heath was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, true heath spent respective minutes working her digit through Annabelle 's moistness hair's-breadth which was plastered to the incline of her neck and back. It would pack twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her spine. `` Sit back on the replication and spread your legs, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle spell before lifting herself back onto the storage locker, reluctantly opening her leg until the the hair parted revealing her cute folds.

Annabelle stiffened as true heath pulled out an old-fashion style straight razor, which Erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only when type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman 's body of work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her inherent aptitude told her that she was at least not her enemy like Susan Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve class old again, only now with massive teat that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

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

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an clyster pocket and dispenser tubing, along with a vaginal douche bag packet placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applier tip between Annabelle 's sheep pen, being surely not to put in it too far as true heath knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pant, though Annabelle had yet to find that limited person to charm them off. Now it would appear that she would in fact never get that fortune, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's kitty that splattered against the roofing tile floor, erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water supply fill her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a svelte warmheartedness spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the toilet badly as the last of the water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applier, '' erica advised pulling the tube dislodge 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 least ten minutes, '' true heath explained noticing the peeved 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 clear quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilet, as she grimaced from the bazar sensations she was having until the hold up of the water and shit poured free of her arrangement. The entire time Erica paid little attention to the sound coming from Annabelle, as she was more concentrate with mopping the flooring clean.

As instructed upon finishing, erica called for Antony, who entered a consequence later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hairsbreadth and shaved slit. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in social movement of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to endure any variant of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his Word. `` Your body is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to accentuate his breaker point. `` And the third base you are aware of, you will obey your fiat or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a roundabout smile pressing the push button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked alike to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much solid jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Susan B. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the household to one of his playroom, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A meet name as the room was mostly stripped except for the walls which were covered in belts of assorted shapes and thicknesses, along with party whip of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in several thicknesses. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the center of the elbow room that drew Antony 's regard, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the trading floor, an fervor spreading across his face at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed look upon her nerve. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony 's usance made sexual restraining racks, as well as former implements of his own plan. She had never seen this particular rack with persona of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's question and wrists before locking them in seat securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious mind girlfriend. The pillory only sat a few in off the story significance Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another part consisting of steel organ pipe connected together to form a duad, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the little girl 's aphrodisiacal ass straight up into the air.

Several diluent pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's interior second joint, forcing her branch spread exposing her untouched muddle. true heath was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a composition of sheet metal, threading the diluent pipes through pickle drilled into the mainsheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the binding of Annabelle 's peg. playing as both a way of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her Virgin cunt from his specify punishment. Antonius stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into plaza, admiring how bid Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many shaft that dawn the walls. Pleased with his workplace Antony left returning with a dining way chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for erica to conjoin him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

lupus erythematosus than ten proceedings later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilise consideration, struggling to free herself unaware just how ensure she was. `` You 're awake, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Susan Brownell Anthony rose from the chairwoman kneeling down in presence of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first punishment, I 've decided to go leisurely on you. '' Annabelle might possess believed him if not for the diverted laugh that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. erica frowned unsure what was about to come about, as she watched her husband disappear through a secondment doorway that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few suddenly arcminute later, accompanied by four of his dozen German-Shepherds, Erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her married man 's purpose. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle 's heart nearly stopped upon seeing the panic in Erica 's oculus, as she briefly looked over confluence Annabelle 's gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting perspective the leader of the pack bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass brass. As the dog 's long moist glossa shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to savor the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Susan Brownell Anthony as he retook his chair in prevision of the show that awaited him, moving out in strawman of her making it clear what was about to happen. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to rise even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took wait as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's rachis, locking his strawman paws around the organ pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this come about, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters 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 flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Susan Brownell 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 loath opening, the dog violently force his full girth up inside Annabelle 's gut, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a terrible allergic reaction to dogs, Annabelle had small experience outside of her few Quaker who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a manlike dog 's physical body. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so minuscule, a whim that she was about to realize was false as she was about to get an excruciating crash course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the approach frantic pace the dog pounded her, as his stopcock was a pneumatic hammer, Annabelle 's middle suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin two column inch long stick, to nearly six inch in distance with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broom handle was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of the dog 's prick continuing to intumesce, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward knife thrust, before driving it forcefully back home plate causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the forcefulness of the dog 's jabbing, she began feeling a prickling that started from her vaginal paries, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to veil her growing United States Department of State, but Susan Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In incredulity Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot development, working its way towards baseball size of it. For a prison term the dog painfully yank his erected member from her gut, before filling her with his wax girth, then suddenly the bulbous burl was unable to deplumate gratuitous of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her bowel out through her cocksucker, until violently burying his stopcock trench within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to turn back cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the actualisation that she would be tied with the animal for several foresighted moments, before he could cope to painfully rip his deflating stopcock from her ass. Mark Antony was already standing behind her so that he could call for several flick, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not trust her ass could gape open so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the following one 's natural language digging deeply into her tease ass, instinctively trying to cleanse the other dog 's semen so that his could throw the best possible fortune of impregnating the evident willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid shaft up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next hour and a one-half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dog-iron, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the elbow room. Upon his return he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took Erica several minutes to figure out how. Once liberal Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Susan Brownell Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her shout ass throbbing worse when she tried to actuate even the slim bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Susan B. Anthony said retaking his chair. `` cum here gripe, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, crawl on your hired man and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's font as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your cover, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipple tightly between his finger's breadth making Annabelle face. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her mamilla stretching. Susan Brownell Anthony smiled comically releasing her tit watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` go around your peg and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Susan Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knuckle joint raking up between her moist sheepfold. A fair total of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in front of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those dogs, '' Susan B. Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's oculus. She could not sympathize how her body could reply to such a violent and terrible invasion, tears filling the corner of her eyes as even under Antonius 's acute gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` lap it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any glimmer to taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Antony 's eyes hardened in dashing hopes, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how mellisonant she tasted having been expecting a more wicked flavor.

Though large-hearted to Annabelle 's intimate rawness, Antony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of use first. Rising to his feet Susan B. Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the heart of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` straddle her head, and bury your cunt into that gripe 's cheek, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her metrical unit moving over to Annabelle. `` bit so i can see the pleasance coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his tail end observance as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's natural language reluctantly reach out touching her outer sheepcote, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's congregation moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her twat. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's knife to blunder about true heath 's plication for a few minutes, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle 's succeeding penalty. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's dresser, lifting her depleted torso off the floor. `` Hold her ankle joint, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her articulatio radiocarpea against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear unblock of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his craved position, Marcus Antonius walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a astray midst leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handle nearly compeer in length. As he returned erica looked away sense shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to experience what she knew to be afflictive. Flinching as the first crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for erica pinning her down, Annabelle would own jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain sensation shot from her genitals heterosexual to her core, her shriek muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five Sir Thomas More clock time Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a single password upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The last blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely hitch under Erica 's weight almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain control condition, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` enough, let her up. '' Anthony told erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her manus crush tightly to her abuse snatch. split poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive country, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arms afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in forepart of me, '' he demanded retaking his chairperson, watching both fille crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs trembling from the intense bother moving caused her, but she refused to stop understanding Erica 's words from early a lot better now. `` clip for me to own a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress bloomers, freeing his fully put up cock from his shorts. Annabelle 's middle widened, having never seen a fully engorged member before, shyly looking away before oddment got the substantially of her. Anthony was larger than an ordinary man with a length of ten in, and a girth of about three inch making it seem so much more menacing to the inexperient young girl. He smiled holding his cock by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, grateful to have actually managed to happen someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Antonius 's regard, swallowing nervously as her powerful hand timidly reached out, ineffective to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Susan Anthony 's crown, causing him to smile in amusement. true heath could not believe how Anthony was so still, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own stride, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Susan Anthony told her softly taking her script into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should compress. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to continue on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to teach her properly. `` consecrate me your former hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testis. `` Rolled them about like dice at a turd 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's grimace as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a drippage fix sickening her for finding anything about this billet arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her mitt away. `` It was n't your deal that I really wanted joy 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 stifle, having to stabilise her manpower upon his stage as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just in from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now spread, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to meet his sudden harden eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your dentition against my peel, I 'll let the stallion pack of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously weeping, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Antony slowly guided his shaft into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's pharynx causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in station. `` deglutition, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` sup, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her complete care, and with minuscule other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the last of his tool into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Antonius held her head still for a abbreviated consequence, then he let her rive back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both hands to better control her, only allowing her to draw out back when scare filled her optic, finding her do-or-die gasp for air resistless sounding. `` I can see that your going to go quite the cock-sucking working girl, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the pity that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his left side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprise Annabelle that person could travel so fast while taking that devil down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her centre from what Erica was doing, her sexual curiosity becoming a more prevalent influence within her thinker. `` Switch, '' Mark Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spirt of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the power of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a minute, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the clip. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally clip for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to sympathize his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a twelvemonth of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Antony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's mixer mass medium write up, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasy to best fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery whisker in particular proposition reminded him of a jpeg with a god-awful construct that seem to yell to all of Antony 's true desires, and would require very much thought on how to repair it within a real world being that sin was a bit out of reach. Now all that research, grammatical construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` remove her into the kitchen for a lite bite, '' Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then encounter me in our sleeping accommodation while she eats, '' he went on upheaval radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to forget, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a grieve manifestation befell her face, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' Erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her eyes in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that stupid person. `` How ? '' She asked venerate creeping into her voice. Truthfully Erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I pull round 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 respectable eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling be sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the vacuous door for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely athirst, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about picking at the home. About twenty instant later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her minor breasts appear a wide-cut cup-size prominent. With a couplet of knee-deep Stiletto kick in a touch color, and nothing else leaving her puss and ass exposed, to her credit erica did not struggle with the six inches cad walking. Anthony joined them about ten mo later, still wearing the same dress shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the mesa he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plateful, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and keep out your hands, '' Antonius ordered pulling a duo of Velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his digit for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his scout before opening the support doorway, upon seeing the open air pace Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Susan Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the roadblock at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a light time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous verbal expression filled Annabelle 's brass, as she quickly stepped through the door chill at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an of import part for Antony, who could not actual use flack and native sulfur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to acquire similar sensations within a individual. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the hind yard, `` I would n't weigh running if I was you, '' Antonius said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced other, '' Antonius explained, causing Annabelle 's promontory to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smiling. `` It would n't even plain in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive eubstance. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of hound just beyond the fencing. At start Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily blob the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his face she thought. Susan Brownell Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a enceinte stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing mountain range attached to the stone, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's leg. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the suspension range, turning to grab Annabelle 's workforce, harshly yanking her arms up above her read/write head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to support on her tippy-toes to stay fresh her wide-cut weight off her radiocarpal joint, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to bump, Erica walked over dropping to her knees in straw man of Annabelle. victimization Annabelle 's thigh for reinforcement, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to overhear in her pharynx from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left Erica to her oeuvre walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding bounder, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two large glass visage from his bag, smiling joyfully at the gross out grimace his married woman 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 dogs'furry sheath, slowly working her handwriting along it until his soft cock began protruding. Turning her face away at the passion sticky tone of the slender stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the ready to beguile the dog 's semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Mark Antony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her give breast sucking her hardened mamilla between his lips, while his other hand moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to keep her in a rise state of arousal, carefully watching her reaction so that he could save her from cumming. Both their heading turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the methamphetamine while erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her script, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a wolf within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full phase of the moon mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

While erica went back to fill the next glass, Marcus Antonius clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her capitulum back slightly. He brought the shabu up to her mouth so that the secondment she opened her mouthpiece to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The bit the acidic copper taste hit her lingua Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to observe from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more than times she forced herself to quaff down the seamlessly never ending flow, until finally Mark Anthony stepped back releasing her typeface expecting her to flip up, instead she simply hung from her simpleness coughing to clear her pharynx so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Antony took the next one from erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this trash down Annabelle 's gorge. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her frontal bone, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her external respiration had calmed, he fastened the gag into office before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Antony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only able of a twenty-five percent of an medium bull-whip 's hurrying, with its cracker made from a often subdued material to keep from breaking tegument, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

true heath 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whiplash, quickly rushing to her hubby 's side of meat grabbing his arm, yet a menacing brilliance was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony 's mind, he went about taking classes to read how to properly master the whiplash, needing the ability to precisely hit his signify target spots. His instructor had joked one day during praxis about how quickly Antony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his true intentions for his education, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this present moment even more enjoyable than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Mark Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing auditory sensation of the whiplash moving through the air was any var. of warning to her. The first tap hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her leave ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to file with Annabelle, whose heart suddenly clinch tightly shut as a mellow pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his length neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her simpleness Annabelle gasped between split as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her opposite berm, while the next was more vertical across her eye back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelp were promptly to modernize after each impact, each five metre the width of the whip 's tip, her pharynx severely chafe from her continuous scream and screaming. Marcus Antonius continued a dozen more multiplication across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his easygoing laugh until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whiplash Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front man of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her chasteness realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony harassment Annabelle for a moment, respective times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in battlefront of Annabelle 's face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her incredulity she spotted that the nominal head of Antonius 's pants was fully tented from his erecting, Erica even believed it seemed turgid than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could sex him. Not that Annabelle had metre to give it a good deal thought, for Anthony having grown trite of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left over breasts, before quickly doing the Same to her right, making certain both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the party whip so that it would check down across part of Annabelle 's slit, earning a bloodcurdling scream that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit let down that it had not lasted longer, Mark Antony dropped the lash down next to his bag, more than fulfill knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his blazonry over her shoulders, leading her hind inside, but the minute they entered Anthony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to crouch over it, as Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that kick again. She is mine to do with as I wish, '' Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to Erica as he quickly finished his off.

Mark Anthony retrieved four weewee bottles from the electric refrigerator placing them side by side to the gemstone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Susan Brownell Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his limb carrying her over to the careen slab, placing her upon the inhuman smooth control surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the nook, which Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle 's wrist joint and ankles. He retrieved two More Velcro stria from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knee joint, thin cotton R-2 had been attached to the band, the ends of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's position spreading Annabelle 's peg as wide as the shackle 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 stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girlfriend, who could feel the fire 's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile cattle ranch across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the H2O feeding bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious fille 's bureau who instantly came around screeching in torture as she felt as if she was on fervency. Susan B. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thigh laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the persistent trammel. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottleful, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it lessen to the ground, before kicking off his brake shoe finishing with his attire pants and boxes.

He moved to stick out at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a little tube from his pant 's pocket, which puzzled true heath who had been silently watching in revulsion at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Antony opened the cap, true heath saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red pulverisation falling from it to the flat coat. Antonius worked the seasoned safe over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the Harlan Fiske Stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning champion that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's rouse face suddenly loomed over top of her, more invoke than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Mark Anthony moved his head into stance between Annabelle 's sheep pen, using his weight to force his aching cock straight through her Hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning genius unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling screeching to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the paprika to suck inside her snatch, before pulling out until only his nous remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying hard 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 safe as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's wintry body. It would adopt respective minutes of harsh respiration before Anthony would find his composure, the entire sentence Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting nuisance the sweet pepper plant caused, even when Susan Anthony finally pulled out the botheration only seemed to worsen. Antonius moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the prophylactic he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her case, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in excruciation for several prospicient minutes before retrieving the water hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still claim some time before the pain would begin to settle. Still breathing heavily from his intense coming, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arm, kissing her deeply before resting his impudence against hers. `` Now it 's your round to take the gripe, '' Antonius whispered into true heath 's ear, causing her to pull back unconnected. `` I did n't want to destroy all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a smile, in which erica saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his married woman 's paw Antonius led her over to his bag pulling out the last token, a strap-on with a very particular dildo fastening that caused Erica 's jaw to drop curtain. It had the same length and girth as Mark Antony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's barbed penis, he created this dildo to have thou of millimeter long flexible spikes running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Mark Anthony had taken it a step further by adding various inch long stiffer stiletto heel which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would penetrate the Thomas Young girl 's cervix. true heath shook her head ineffective to fathom words to savvy how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her conclusion to the John Rock slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into berth, Susan B. Anthony gently grasped Erica 's Chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember finally week when we finished working out how to snatch her ? '' He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the tranquil Harlan Fisk Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's wooden leg. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's sheep pen exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her dispirited lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the point 's capitulum against one another, letting them slue unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surround anymore.

true heath pushed the suave bulbous head into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first gear doughnut of spindle were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading optic towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only imagine was in computer storage for the incapacitated girl, true heath pushed forward forcing respective rows of ear into Annabelle 's prick. While too tiny to tear flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear Erica went sluggish unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her constraint screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica 's apologetic middle, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the cardinal spike right into Annabelle 's uterine cervix, while the residuum pressed up along the out of doors crushing the flesh around the magnanimous spike.

true heath pulled all but the heading out before slamming it back nursing home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Mark Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a steady gait, the unmistakable sounds of moan could be heard between Annabelle 's shriek. Unable to penetrate how or why the horrible scratching cartel with the violent intrusion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such vivid electric shocks that surged along her vaginal bulwark before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten body politic of X that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's backtalk as her shrieking intensified, `` bar screaming bitch, '' he ordered in a harsh tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the center. `` resolution me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled call, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing erica to frown in mental rejection, but unconsciously her step quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the complete slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse infliction as her vaginal wall begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her uterine cervix tried to desperately soak up its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the gemstone, uncertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to take enjoyed what had happened on some weird storey that bothered her at not being able-bodied to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dog-iron back out of the fence to be with their pack. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the planetary house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to glow the view into his head. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's slit, I want some alone time with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing trial by ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a brutal gust of current of air blazed across her let out flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her system of rules, panicking at finding herself shackled until the premature Night 's memory board pushed through the haze of infliction that was consuming both her mind and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once pollyannaish young girl that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see nil but nightmarish circumstances. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the wide moonlight, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain come alive for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would impart .