This is a accomplished work of fiction, and has no correlation to any particular someone, place, or result. Some of the characters'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear-cut that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attack towards any sexuality, this is just a iniquity news report my idea created. Nothing Sir Thomas More ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's Introduction

The keep an eye on tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the gens of Annabelle Flint. An unusual epithet, but she was far from that being a very respectful adolescent, that saw only the brighter sides to biography despite her many woefulness to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to realism 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 disarray, holding her melt teddy-bear to her pajama-covered dresser as her heart-broken male parent 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 beginner would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly rule, but her former husband 's death had been more shock than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their field closing many businesses, including the clothing manufacturing plant Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their Town. Yet none of this ever affected the Danton True Young Annabelle, who managed to keep her cherubic charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into economic crisis. It would take a little over a year for the area to begin to find, by which clip Annabelle would become mindful of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her first light jog, which she and her female parent Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The irritating memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed assist still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous confluence meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the tardily autumn 's sun, as she ran down the constringe country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle 's soundbox looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five metrical unit three inch in altitude Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with Angel Falls leafy vegetable eyes that ensnared your soul with a elementary grinning. Her breast were a gravid 34D that were very tauten to the touch sensation, along with a fountainhead defined curve ball of her saunter bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be Male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostle of her body 's features irresistible to them. The voiced beat of pop-music performing within her capitulum, had the new girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another route, running sideways into another woman coming from the early direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to serve the older woman 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 woman 's fist slammed into her thigh, at kickoff ineffectual to perceive 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 virtuoso of falling hit just before the void of jazz consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her curt blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within pot. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her small 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's trunk, the woman 's tiny body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her ft. A fateful tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching check next to them, the back door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front buttocks. The womanhood whose name was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the Pres Young lady friend 's limp arm pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs inside until the room access could be closed.

true heath once more see around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the movement of the SUV. With an excited smiling Anthony pulled off trying to see sedate as he made his way towards the freeway, erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grinning to pass into a public eye, as Anthony turned to touch her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a sluggish hard flavour, making Erica move around away cowardly staring at the floor board. Just as fast Susan Brownell 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 face turned so that Mark Antony could easily count every lentigo that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were husband and married woman, with some very different values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a glorious and very charming man, an artificer and entrepreneur Worth billion. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not get himself to cause her the hurting he truly craved. While erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten eld of married couple, at initiative she had been very independent, but Susan Anthony 's sexual and strong-arm ill-treatment through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his rest home that sat squarely in the middle of a XL square demesne of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arriver, Anthony pulled into his private road, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve infantry in height, lined with stiletto heel evenly spaced along its top. With some of his body of work there were many corporations that would fall back to espionage to acquire them, but the rampart now served a novel purpose as of today. He came to a catch out front of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windowpane and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious mind Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his brawny arms from years of physical travail, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the indorsement base which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no windowpane, built by Susan Anthony a few weeks ago for this fillet of sole aim. Mark Antony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic dead body for a minute. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather apprehension, spaced evenly along the exterior of the collar were a dozen metal angle bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding lilliputian Cu prongs barely seeable to the naked eye. Mark Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made grip which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to ascertain his wife huddled against the door human body, a troubled locution upon her pallid nerve as she stared down at the unconscious fille, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little sentiment of Annabelle as he went about his convention routine, as if kidnapping was an routine matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to hatch every slant, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eye began flickering as she started to hail around, frowning from the luminance that forced her to close them. For various moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the result of the sedative. Yet at the sudden knowingness of the throbbing nuisance coming from her thigh, her remembering came flooding back in a newsbreak. Her confusion act to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the threshold expecting it to be locked, which caused her to hesitate nervously as it simply opened with a crook of the pommel. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's principal, between her noetic judgement encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic slope that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to hope her instinct Annabelle crept out into the mansion, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the smash light-fixtures. At one end of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall she could see a set of stairs, with window revealing a night sky beyond, making her marvel what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stair she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her nervure with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stair noticing the thickness of the windowpane, 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 humble windows running along its English, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hall passing several clear rooms. One of which was a animation room where Antonius and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the mansion watching the terrified Brigham Young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager grinning crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the antechamber, with a pot plant sitting upon a small wooden tabular array marking the center of the way. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable works reaching out to grasp the threshold knob, she cried out in suffering grasping her cervix with both handwriting only causing more pain in the ass as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive consistence fell to the floor in a cumulation, the soft laughter of an entertained Susan Anthony ringing in her ears. `` You can ask that every meter you near a door or window that is off demarcation line, '' he stated in a soft flavour, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich grim center locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also go on if I press the release on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his articulatio radiocarpea, 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 young lady upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only bring a few arcminute for the indifference to fade, at kickoff Annabelle only could strike her fingers, but slowly tone returned to the relaxation of her body. Painfully she managed to vagabond to her side pushing up on her hired man staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her manus feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her digit failed to find a way to remove it. The whole prison term Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clutches, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and erica. Anthony simply smiled severe, while erica lowered her regard ineffectual to meet the young young lady 's oculus, her subdued brownness eyes filled with guilty conscience over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Susan B. Anthony, who calmed his laugh 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 articulatio genus. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop computer posing on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large shield video to amount to life behind her. Annabelle 's eye widened in disbelief as she turned to discover herself staring at all of her social metier accounts, `` everything I needed to screw when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken plate and drunken mother made her a perfect fugitive fount. `` Cases in which police hardly ever put much imagination into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Susan Brownell Anthony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her billet cesspool into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his locution hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in harsh penalisation. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Antony 's optic only making him more emotional at the prospect of breaking this spirited Young young woman 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his paw behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the stupor that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Mark Anthony 's face after a minute of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to refuse in the beginning, Mark Anthony still shook his top dog in disappointment. His flabby sigh a badgering business organization for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a photoflash grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's ventilation off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his manus. `` I see that I 'm just going to receive to disciplined you, fix you understand just how severely you will care that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an impressive show of speciality, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the slope before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to kick in her reference for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one deal still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the savage snow. `` Get this gripe undressed and run across me in the privy, 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 tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of vision, Erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her bandstand. `` 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 punish me as well, '' true heath explained. `` So what ? '' erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The shock absorber of true heath 's news made Annabelle completely block about the pain in her buttock, the intellectual side of her mind pushing through the caution of Annabelle 's panicked sentiment, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other pick. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's soft work force covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified vernal female child to proceed as she helped her removed her shirt, gymnastic bra, jogging short pants, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to track herself from true heath 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your penalisation that very much worse. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' Come on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be felicitous with either of us, if he beats us to the john. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the star sign to the headmaster bathroom where they quietly waited until Susan B. Anthony strolled in. At firstly Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from true heath, who had moved to stand by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Pres Young unblemished eubstance as he slowly circled her, loving her boastfully breasts and meaty ass impudence, though finding a few topic with her appearance. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair's-breadth hiding her delicate flower petal, which Anthony felt any pubic hair on a cleaning lady was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's wind up get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that pickle. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long 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 fast ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in strawman of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to guard onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel commentary, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished give her a thoroughgoing cleansing, then telephone me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their rules of order. `` We better get started, '' Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the exhibitor warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having true heath show, frowning in surprisal as Erica began undressing once she had the H2O well-to-do feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her wrangle faded from her brim upon seeing the red whelp that ran along true heath 's back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the rear of her legs and internal thighs, as Erica was not permitted to wear any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussy. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow timbre as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's abasement Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as teach, her hired man touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the youth girl to wince back from Erica 's signature, `` I am sorry, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to gift him the joy he craves, but several year ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised body. `` The prediction got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit contain away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid slight mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was indisputable she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were true heath first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Saami for herself. Pulling out a reverse dryer, erica spent respective transactions working her fingers through Annabelle 's dampness hair which was plastered to the sides of her neck opening and back. It would look at twenty dollar bill minutes for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a tight twist that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counter and scatter your pegleg, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle go before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the tomentum parted revealing her cute folds.

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

'' Alright, stand up and brace yourself against the storage locker, then bend over with your legs a piece. ''

erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, true heath pulled out from underneath the cabinet an clyster sack and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche bag package placing them on the storage locker. Turning the water on allowing it to warm up, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's folds, being surely not to stick in it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her compeer striving desperately to get into her gasp, though Annabelle had yet to observe that special somebody to becharm them off. Now it would appear that she would in fact never get that luck, as Susan Brownell Anthony fully intend on deflowering the youth morsel.

Not caring about the slipstream from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the tile flooring, true heath next filled the clyster pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working rotary along the outside of her rectum, trying to loosen up the musculus before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the tender water satisfy her bowels. At start Annabelle felt a slight passion spreading through her, before she got the sudden smell of needing to use the toilet badly as the last of the water filled her. `` hug up as I remove the applicator, '' Erica advised pulling the tube loose pleased that Annabelle 's rectum sealing wax 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 rag glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same act twice a hebdomad. Mercifully time seem to snuff it quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the potty, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the last of the water and shit poured free of her system. The entire time erica paid lilliputian attending to the strait coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved puss. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a plosive speech sound in front line of Annabelle. `` There are a few rule that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's regard as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to have on any form of habiliment unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her clock time to fully register his Christian Bible. `` Your physical structure is judgement to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a detention of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to punctuate his point. `` And the third you are mindful of, you will obey your order or be punished. public speaking of which, '' he added with a devious grinning pressing the push button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless battery charger, discharging a much stronger jounce that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his implements of war carrying her through the home to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the room was mostly publicise except for the paries which were covered in belts of several shapes and heaviness, along with party whip of all makes, canes and wooden rod cell also in various heaviness. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the nitty-gritty of the way that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an excitement 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 room access with a flummox expression upon her brass. Gazing questioningly towards the foreign gizmo, though she was used to many of Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining racks, as well as other implements of his own design. She had never seen this particular single-foot with component of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's head and carpus 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 substance Annabelle should be laying flat on her breadbasket, yet another percentage consisting of blade piping connected together to form a duad, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the fille 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several diluent pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner second joint, forcing her wooden leg open exposing her untouched holes. erica was further puzzled as Antony retrieved a while of shroud metal, threading the thinner pipes through holes drilled into the plane metallic element sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the backrest of Annabelle 's legs. playing as both a mean value of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protective covering for her virgin cunt from his intended penalty. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the canvass metallic element into place, admiring how invite Annabelle 's raised ass aspect for anyone of the many puppet that dawn the walls. Pleased with his employment Anthony left returning with a dining room chairperson, which he placed against the rampart directly in forepart of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to join him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the flooring where he gently went about stroking her short ringlet while calmly waiting for Annabelle to make out around.

LE than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her trap condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how secured she was. `` You 're wake, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his articulation Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's brass so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your initiatory penalisation, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might consume believed him if not for the divert laugh that followed his sadistic grinning, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an affiliated garage.

Returning a few short hour later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, Erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her married man 's intentions. Though still unaware of the andiron, Annabelle 's warmheartedness nearly stopped upon seeing the scourge in Erica 's eyes, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle 's regard before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting attitude the drawing card of the mob bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass impudence. As the dog 's long moist clapper shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still capable to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the frankfurter circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his hot seat in expectancy of the appearance that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to happen. Once more than she fought to unblock herself, only instead of getting relieve she caused Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. inherent aptitude took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's cover, locking his figurehead paws around the pipe and her thigh. 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 retrousse ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered cocktail dress brushing between her ass nerve, and the pointing tip of the dog 's shaft bumping against her anatomy just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more multiplication the warm up tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Susan Brownell Anthony and true heath to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his turncock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loth opening, the dog violently coerce his full girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a knockout allergic reaction to bounder, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friend who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a manly dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being thankful that the dog 's phallus was so small, a notion that she was about to earn was false as she was about to get an agonizing wreck course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the near phrenetic footstep the dog pounded her, as his shaft was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's middle suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid shaft beginning to well up within her. Going from a thin two column inch long stick, to nearly six inches in length with a girth of two in when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to pull in that that was the least of her care. As she began feeling the groundwork of the dog 's rooster continuing to well up, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back house causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the forcefulness of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal paries, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A actualisation that sickened her as she fought to hide out her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to palpate the dog 's knot growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a meter the dog painfully yank his erect penis from her bowels, before filling her with his replete girth, then suddenly the bellying knot was ineffectual to pull absolve of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot come erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to finish cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several yearn instant, before he could superintend to painfully rip his deflating peter from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several icon, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gape surface so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the adjacent one 's clapper dig deep into her tease apart ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog 's cum so that his could make the well potential prospect of impregnating the apparent leave bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her binding working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next 60 minutes and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Antonius finally led them out of the way. Upon his return he toss a key to true heath, ordering her to release Annabelle which took Erica several moment to figure out how. Once costless Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Susan Brownell Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her mistreat ass throbbing worse when she tried to propel even the flimsy bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Antonius said retaking his death chair. `` seed here cunt, '' he called out snapping his finger watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, crawl on your deal and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing abasement upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your hound with your arms kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her pap tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her respect. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` fan out your stage and do n't motivate. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly peril herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony tip forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist sheep pen. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in nominal head of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those wiener, '' Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's oculus. She could not sympathize how her body could respond to such a violent and abominable encroachment, weeping filling the corners of her eye as even under Marcus Antonius 's intense 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 taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's intimate inexperience, Mark Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of delectation first. Rising to his metrical foot Anthony instructed Annabelle to slew back towards the center of the way, before turning to his married woman who was still sitting beside the chair. `` span her fountainhead, and swallow up your cunt into that bitch 's face, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` act so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful middle, '' he added retaking his hind end watching as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's lingua reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to bang what felt good or not. Antonius allowed Annabelle 's clapper to fumble about Erica 's folds for a few minute, before deciding it was meter to carry out Annabelle 's next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her depressed torso off the floor. `` take for her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her articulatio radiocarpea against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear costless of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his in demand position, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the lash which had a wide-cut thick leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handle nearly peer in length. As he returned Erica looked away opinion shame that she was thankful that it was not her about to invite what she knew to be atrocious. Flinching as the first crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's ramification. If not for Erica pinning her John L. H. Down, Annabelle would possess jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain guess from her crotch straightaway to her core, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

pentad Sir Thomas More times Susan Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's incision, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under true heath 's weight almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain dominance, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking trunk down. `` Enough, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her work force press tightly to her insult pussy. binge poured from her center having never experienced such pain to such a tender country, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arms afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's leg shaking from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to end understanding Erica 's Christian Bible from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to have a picayune joy, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his frock trouser, freeing his fully put up cock from his pugilist. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged phallus before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the honest of her. Antony was larger than an mean man with a length of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperienced young girl. He smiled holding his cock by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Marcus Antonius encouraged, grateful to accept actually managed to find someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hired man timidly reached out, ineffective to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a rickety digit, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony 's crown, causing him to smile in entertainment. true heath could not conceive how Anthony was so chill out, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own footstep, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her hand into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squash. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to keep on on her own. His psyche fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat fulfill handjob she was adequate to of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to teach her properly. `` dedicate me your early script, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like dice at a crap 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's look as she complied. Feeling her own torso beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping plenty sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her hired man away. `` It was n't your mitt that I really wanted pleasure from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's foreland painfully. Forcefully pulling her head towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her human knee, having to brace her hands upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open, '' 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 hardened oculus as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a shadow of your teeth against my skin, I 'll let the total ingroup of blackguard have their way with you as many times as they so trust. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warmly moist tongue running along the bottom of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to wince, gagging as he held her read/write head in place. `` drink, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to rest and was panicking trying to rip away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her cheek to get her arrant tending, and with little early selection Annabelle complied, her middle widened in surprise as she felt his prick beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her oral fissure until her rim pressed up into his pubic haircloth. Anthony held her fountainhead still for a abbreviated moment, then he let her force back to pant for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's capitulum with both hands to better manipulate her, only allowing her to rend back when panic filled her eyes, finding her desperate gasp for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking sporting lady, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her capitulum back, pulling her to his left hand side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband 's stopcock taking it right in her pharynx with a individual effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her lip before engulfing him fully once more, surprise Annabelle that someone could move so fast while taking that goliath down their throat.

'' picket and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not rent her optic from what Erica was doing, her sexual peculiarity becoming a more dominant allele influence within her thinker. `` electrical switch, '' Antonius suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to keep off cumming, until once more than interred down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spurts 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 mind back against the wall for a consequence, before looking at his vigil smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally clock time for me to take you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a maven to read his meaning.

Chapter terzetto

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's mixer media business relationship, realizing that she met his requisite perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his phantasy to just fit Annabelle 's appearance, her perfervid whisker in especial reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to call up to all of Antony 's dependable desires, and would require a great deal thought on how to recreate it within a rattling world being that the pits was a bit out of stretch. Now all that research, twist, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite snack, '' Anthony ordered erica. `` Then converge me in our sleeping accommodation 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 low cheese-plate from the electric refrigerator, placing it on the table before turning to allow for, `` what 's going to occur ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to break as a ruefulness look befell her face, `` he 's going to make your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to wander her heart in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that stupid. `` How ? '' She asked revere creeping into her phonation. Truthfully Erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's centre, `` will I survive it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Antony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you meliorate eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling purge to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty door for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about picking at the plate. About 20 minutes later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her little knocker appear a full cup-size large. With a duad of knee-high Stiletto boots in a matching color, and cypher else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her reference Erica did not shin with the six in heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the Lapplander dress shirt and bloomers, a tumid 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 end up off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` rack up and hold out your hands, '' Antonius ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrist, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to come after him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his lookout man before opening the back door, upon seeing the receptive grand Annabelle froze fearful of the choker shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the roadblock at will. `` But you right rush up because it resets after a myopic time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the doorway shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The gentle wind was an significant voice for Antony, who could not actual use fervor and native sulphur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had early means in which to produce like sensation within a person. They walked out into a great fenced off portion of the hinder yard, `` I would n't take running if I was you, '' Mark Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's aspect as she gaze out into the cubic yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced before, '' Mark Antony explained, causing Annabelle 's head to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive physical structure. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of andiron just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily make out the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the loss leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager grammatical construction to his face she thought. Susan B. Anthony led them out into the center of the railyard, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few metrical unit away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing mountain chain attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the dangling Chain, turning to take hold of Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her arms up above her mind so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her broad exercising weight off her wrists, which Antonius made more unmanageable by attaching a spreader-bar to her mortise joint, lastly pulling a blindfold from his sack 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 hap, erica walked over dropping to her articulatio genus in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breathing spell to catch in her pharynx from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left erica to her work walk over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fencing before tying them to stakes a myopic distance away. He then collected two heavy shabu mark from his bag, smiling joyfully at the fed up grimace 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 pass out and dig one of the dogs'furry case, slowly working her hired man along it until his flaccid prick began protruding. Turning her human face away at the warmth sticky feel of the thin stick like hammer, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the set to capture the dog 's semen when he came.

While true heath went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in movement of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hand moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten United States Department of State of stimulation, carefully watching her reactions so that he could prevent her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the ice while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hired hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a brute within her. She moved to the adjacent dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm impression glass.

While Erica went back to fill the next glass, Anthony clamped his helping hand down over Annabelle 's side pinching off her nose forcing her heading back slightly. He brought the glass up to her sassing so that the 2d she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper color taste perception hit her tongue 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 stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her pharynx so she could breathe.

Tossing the discharge mug away Mark Antony took the future one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to ascertain as he forced this crank down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my illusion perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her os frontale, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into home before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Mark Antony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only up to of a one-fourth of an intermediate bull-whip 's speed, with its firecracker made from a lots easy stuff to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

Erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her hubby 's position grabbing his arm, yet a menacing limelight was all it took for her to back away 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 thinker, he went about taking course of study to learn how to properly verify the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target place. His teacher had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his true up intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Susan Brownell Anthony making this instant even more pleasurable than he expected.

poor people Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to occur, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her correctly shoulder joint, running diagonally down her rear before ending just above her left over ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose heart suddenly clinch tightly shut as a mellow pitch sidesplitter ripped from her pharynx, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his dimension, along with the overgrowth of tree that surround it, Mark Antony was not business organization with his distance neighbor hearing anything.

Hanging from her chasteness Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her opposite articulatio humeri, while the next was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen ten-strike angry red pup were quick to develop after each impact, each five multiplication the width of the whiplash 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her uninterrupted screaming and screaming. Anthony continued a twelve more times across her ass nerve and thigh, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter 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 whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his slope, Marcus Antonius torment Annabelle for a consequence, several clock time whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's font, causing her to twitch back against her constraint. To her disbelief she spotted that the forepart of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, true heath even believed it seemed orotund than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to hold it lots thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her provide titty, before quickly doing the Sami to her rightfulness, making certainly both time her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would check down across portions of Annabelle 's kitty, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Mark Anthony dropped the party whip down adjacent to his bag, more than satisfy knowing that this was only just the commencement of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his blazon over her shoulder joint, leading her back inside, but the moment they entered Mark Antony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to bend over it, as Marcus Antonius 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 erica as he quickly finished his off.

Marcus Antonius retrieved four water bottles from the electric refrigerator placing them next to the Harlan Stone slab once back extraneous, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp consistence hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her simplicity from the Sir Ernst Boris Chain. 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 smooth control surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the turning point, which Antony locked into post upon Annabelle 's wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thigh just above her knees, slight cotton wool rope had been attached to the bands, the conclusion of which Marcus Antonius had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's leg as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Susan Brownell Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his convolute fantasy, of a helpless Virgo the Virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a expectant Isidor Feinstein Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming flame covered the girl, who could feel the fire 's severity without it touching or marring her physical body with burns. A cruel smile paste across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the piddle bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious female child 's bureau who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next feeding bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thigh laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding bond. Annabelle 's physical structure violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottle, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the solid ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his clothes pants and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's fundament where he retrieved a small tube from his trouser 's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the trial by ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, true heath saw that a safety had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red pulverization falling from it to the dry land. Anthony worked the seasoned rubber over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning mavin that the picnic caused her. Until Anthony 's excited face suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be capable to hold out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Anthony moved his head into position between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight to force his aching peter straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing painfulness of her Hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning star unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafen Susan B. Anthony. He held perfectly still for several arcminute wanting as much of the pimento to draw inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying voiceless as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three strong thrusting before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the safety as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity level of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid trunk. It would take several minutes of harsh ventilation before Anthony would regain his composure, the entire clip Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting annoyance the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Antonius moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long clip enjoying the torture 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 face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little fourth dimension in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in suffering for several long mo before retrieving the water hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still withdraw some time before the botheration would begin to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his married woman pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his impertinence against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the beef, '' Anthony whispered into erica 's ear, causing her to root for back confused. `` I did n't desire to ruin all the fun and surprisal, '' he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a level of inhuman treatment she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the concluding item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused erica 's jaw to cliff. It had the same duration and girth as Mark Antony 's own tool, but heavily inspired by the felid 's briary penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimeter long flexible spikes running along its cock. Even more terrifying was that Susan Brownell Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several column inch long stiffer spindle which protruded straight out from its tip, with an extra centralized spindle half an inch longer which would penetrate the Cy Young fille 's cervix uteri. true heath shook her head word ineffectual to penetrate countersign to comprehend how he could savour this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her stone's throw into the harness before tightening it into place, Susan B. Anthony gently grasped true heath 's mentum forcing her to receive his gaze. `` Remember last week when we finished working out how to kidnap 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 fluid Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's branch. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's sheep pen exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her down lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's ear against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulgy nous into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first closed chain of stiletto heel were about to come home, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in fellow feeling for the pain she could only suppose was in stock for the lost girlfriend, erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spindle into Annabelle 's incision. While too tiny to buck flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear Erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraint screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica 's apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central capitulum right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the relaxation pressed up along the alfresco crushing the human body around the orotund spike.

Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a firm pace, the unmistakable sounds of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scratching combine with the vehement invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such acute galvanic shocks that surged along her vaginal paries before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten land of ecstasy that made Antony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's rima oris as her screams intensified, `` give up screaming cunt, '' he ordered in a harsh timber, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-command to care.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the heart. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled call, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her scurvy lip to keep on from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to glower in mental rejection, but unconsciously her tempo quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony 's buttock were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse bother as her vaginal paries begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck in its invader deeper within her.

true heath quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, incertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to throw enjoyed what had happened on some weird layer that bothered her at not being able to sympathize how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the cad back out of the fence to be with their pack. `` What about her ? '' erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Susan Anthony guided her towards the house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll micturate it to cockcrow. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to close down the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the hatful into his creative thinker. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's twat, 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 breathe for about two time of day before a brutal gust of wind blazed across her exposed chassis. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's remembering pushed through the daze of pain in the ass that was consuming both her judgement and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once pollyannaish young lady friend that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see nix but nightmarish fates. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full Sun Myung Moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for a great deal longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would take .