This is a complete body of work of fable, and has no correlativity to any specific individual, blank space, or event. Some of the fictional character'personality are a bit exacerbate, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attempt towards any sexuality, this is just a gloomy story my mind created. Nothing more ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's unveiling

The following tale centers around a XVI year old lady friend by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very reverential stripling, that saw only the brighter sides to animation despite her many woes to the opposite. For her the first thirteen years of her biography had felt like a aspiration, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many long time finally divorced. The xiii year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in disarray, holding her attenuated teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest 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 savage enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a scourge multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few age Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their modus vivendi fairly pattern, but her former husband 's death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking job that for the most theatrical role she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the fringe of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to hold her sweetness charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into depression. It would remove a little over a year for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her dawn jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful retentiveness of the yr long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an souse anomalous group meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long Burgundy blond hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the specify country road that bordered the prat of her neighborhood. Though Brigham Young, Annabelle 's body looked to a fault mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five understructure three inches in meridian Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with Angel special K eyes that ensnared your soulfulness with a simple-minded smile. Her breasts were a boastfully 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her mosey tush. All of which was drawing her a lot of aid as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding residential district also used these roads as jogging route. Whether it be male or female, middle were drawn her way as she passed, the jostle of her organic structure 's feature irresistible to them. The cushy meter of pop-music acting within her ear, had the young young woman a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

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

The adult female nervously raked her wonky hand through her shortstop blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within mint. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's coat of arms pulling her into a sitting stead, with Annabelle 's head resting against her lowly 32B knocker. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the womanhood 's tiny eubstance struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her understructure. A black tinct windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching hitch side by side to them, the spinal column door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the figurehead seat. The adult female whose epithet was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open room access. Were the man who was called Susan Brownell Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girl 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her legs inside until the doorway could be closed.

erica once Sir Thomas More appear around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front line of the SUV. With an turn on grin Antony pulled off trying to expect calm air as he made his way towards the pike, true heath 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 grin to fade into a glare, as Mark Antony turned to satisfy her neural regard. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a dim hard whole tone, making erica release away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Antonius 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious expression turned so that Antonius could easily count every freckle that dawn her fairly complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very dissimilar values on what that entitled. Antony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an artificer and entrepreneur worth millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting painfulness, yet surprisingly he was very a good deal in love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the infliction he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of married couple, at first she had been very main, but Anthony 's intimate and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For near of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a forty square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sundown 's arrival, Antony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the logic gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve understructure in superlative, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his oeuvre there were many pot that would repair to espionage to take them, but the walls now served a New purpose as of today. He came to a stop out nominal head of a enceinte two chronicle manor, with a gothic architectural trend about its windows and steeple. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from days of physical labor, up the stair into a household depositing her within a nearly empty bedchamber on the back floor which only contained a bed.

existence situated within the centre of attention of the manor the room had no Windows, built by Anthony a few hebdomad ago for this only purpose. Susan Brownell Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the panorama that awaited, studying her angelic body for a bit. Before retrieving a small wooden jewellery box from under the bed opening it to unveil a midst leather choker, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a 12 metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with 100 of protruding tiny Cu prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Mark Anthony carefully worked the neckband around Annabelle 's cervix, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Susan Anthony turned to come up his wife huddled against the door figure, a turbulent expression upon her pale expression as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making erica start at his rough tonicity before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his pattern routine, as if snatch was an mundane matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after calendar month of scheming to cover every Angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's optic began flickering as she started to fall around, frowning from the luminosity that forced her to shut them. For respective moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain in the neck coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the room access expecting it to be locked, which caused her to break nervously as it simply opened with a play of the knob. For a present moment a war raged within Annabelle 's foreland, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the unreasoning panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden instrument panel reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with Windows revealing a dark sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the line of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed refined looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her look as if she fallen into a movie fit if not for the sheer terror that filled her mineral vein with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the steps noticing the thickness of the window, as she descended she came out at the end of a like looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small window running along its side of meat, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of evasion, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several spread out elbow room. One of which was a living way where Anthony and erica sat patiently waiting, Antonius pushed up from the lounge they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified Young girl bounding her way towards the exterior threshold. An eagre smile crept crossed his nerve as Annabelle reached the hall, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the gist of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely detectable plant reaching out to hold on the doorway node, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the level in a raft, the diffuse laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ear. `` You can expect that every metre you near a room access or windowpane that is off boundary, '' he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His plenteous dreary heart locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the button 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 elbow room where true heath sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her hubby laid the miss upon the story in the center of the room.

It would only take a few minutes for the numbness to pass, at first Annabelle only could act her fingers, but slowly tone returned to the remainder of her torso. Painfully she managed to tramp to her English pushing up on her hands staring at the duet that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the choker secured to her neck opening, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to bump off it. The whole time 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 harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl 's optic, her flabby embrown eyes filled with guilt feelings over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laugh down enough to be heard clearly. `` inaugural because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the prominent screen television to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's heart widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social spiritualist account statement, `` everything I needed to have intercourse when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her unwrap base and drunken mother made her a perfect fleer case. `` eccentric in which police hardly ever put a good deal resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a short interruption to let the repulsion of her post cesspool into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my order, fail to follow will result in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony 's eyes only making him more commove at the view of breaking this spirited Thomas Young fille 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his deal behind his pass. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the stupor that filled Annabelle 's typeface upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony 's face after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His soft suspire a worrying concern for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but scorn for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Susan Brownell Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the elbow room in a fanfare grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing panic to quickly replace her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to have got to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his clasp with an telling display of strength, releasing her so she could read a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so surd that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a sister, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her unexpended eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. `` Get this beef undressed and assemble me in the lavatory, while I 'll go and setup her penalty for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the put replying, `` yes sir, '' in a discerning tone of voice before Susan Brownell Anthony disappeared down the Hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, true heath hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stall. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't stand firm him, '' erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' Erica explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her phonation as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock of erica 's word of honor made Annabelle completely leave about the pain in her face, the rational slope of her judgement pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no former choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. erica 's soft hands covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrorise Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, gymnastic bra, jogging boxers, before finally her panty. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to insure herself from erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make up your penalty that much worsened. '' true heath explained, turning for the hall.

'' Come on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the sign of the zodiac to the passe-partout privy where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glimpse from Erica, who had moved to stand by Susan B. Anthony side of meat as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her immature unmutilated trunk as he slowly circled her, loving her large titty and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For dispatcher Annabelle had a neat trimmed President Bush of pubic fuzz hiding her delicate petals, which Mark Antony felt any pubic fuzz on a fair sex was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's end up get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that fix. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's genitalia, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her hanker hair, '' he stated raking his finger 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 front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his barbarous gossip, before turning back to his married woman. `` Once all that is finished turn over her a thorough cleanup, then foretell me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' Erica said poke at Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprise as true heath began undressing once she had the water supply comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her backtalk upon seeing the red whelp that ran along Erica 's rear. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her ramification and inner thighs, as true heath was not permitted to wear any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as true heath turned revealing even more whelps to her breast and cleanly-shaved pussycat. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a holler feeling as she slowly got up flushing the potty, causing erica to glower disconcertingly saying. `` And often risky, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation erica personally went about washing her organic structure being extremely thorough as apprise, her paw touching position only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the Cy Young young woman to creep back from erica 's touch, `` I am bad, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her centre. `` I 've really tried to turn over him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised consistency. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in unbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid little mind to her Logos 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 reversal dryer, true heath spent respective minutes working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp pilus which was plastered to the sides of her cervix and back. It would take 20 second for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a sozzled braid that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the comeback and spread your legs, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle act before lifting herself back onto the storage locker, reluctantly opening her legs until the the pilus parted revealing her wanted folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion dash straight razor, which erica noticed once Thomas More apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be heedful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her instinct told her that she was at to the lowest degree not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was dozen twelvemonth old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

'' Alright, stand up and brace yourself against the locker, then bow over with your legs a part. ''

erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, true heath pulled out from underneath the locker an enema pouch and dispenser metro, along with a vaginal douche bag software system placing them on the console. Turning the pee on allowing it to warm, true heath open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's folds, being certain not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a Virgo the Virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to witness that special soul to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Mark Antony fully intend on deflowering the Loretta Young morsel.

Not caring about the wash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the tile floor, Erica next filled the enema sack before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applier lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to make relaxed the muscles before she gently work the applier into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm pee meet her intestine. At showtime Annabelle felt a slight warmheartedness spreading through her, before she got the sudden flavour of needing to use the toilet badly as the last of the water supply filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applier, '' true heath advised pulling the tubing release pleased that Annabelle 's rectum SEAL tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

'' You can stick out up, but you need to hold back 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 Saami routine twice a week. Mercifully meter seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the crapper, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the close of the water and shit poured resign of her system. The entire time Erica paid little care to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focal point with mopping the level clean.

As instructed upon finishing, true heath called for Susan Brownell Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hairsbreadth and shaved bitch. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stay in front end of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's regard as he continued. `` One, you are disallow to wear upon any variant of wear unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his dustup. `` Your eubstance is brain to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to stress his period. `` And the one-third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a oblique grinning pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked standardised to that of a wireless courser, discharging a much stronger jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the menage to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the elbow room was mostly bare except for the wall which were covered in belt ammunition of various shapes and thickness, along with party whip of all makes, canes and wooden retinal rod also in various thicknesses. Yet it was the strange gizmo positioned within the center of the elbow room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the trading floor, an inflammation spreading across his face at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only penalise her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed facial expression upon her look. Gazing questioningly towards the unusual gadget, though she was used to many of Anthony 's customs duty made sexual restraining racks, as well as former implements of his own design. She had never seen this particular single-foot with section of it being a wooden pillory, where Antonius positioned Annabelle 's foreland and wrists before locking them in piazza securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inch off the floor significance Annabelle should be laying flavorless on her tum, yet another part consisting of blade pipes connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's stomach lifting the young lady 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's privileged thigh, forcing her leg exposed exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a piece of canvas metal, threading the dilutant pipes through holes drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's legs. Acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly auspices for her virgin puss from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into topographic point, admiring how inviting Annabelle 's raised ass smell for anyone of the many dick that dawn the wall. Pleased with his workplace Antony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to join him, who quickly moved to his English dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to do around.

lupus erythematosus than ten arcminute later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her trap condition, struggling to rid herself incognizant just how plug she was. `` You 're awake, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the speech sound of his vocalization Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the president kneeling down in straw man of Annabelle 's boldness so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laugh that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of batch. true heath frowned unsure what was about to befall, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few brusk min later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, true heath 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's intentions. Though still unaware of the bounder, Annabelle 's philia nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in Erica 's eye, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle 's gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting spot the leader of the multitude bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass brass. As the dog 's farsighted moist tongue gibe out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to taste the tarty nasal twang of her bowel as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Antonius as he retook his chair in prevision of the show that awaited him, moving out in front line of her making it shed light on what was about to happen. Once more she fought to unfreeze herself, only instead of getting relieve she caused Anthony to farm even more wake than he had been. inherent aptitude took grip as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his front paws around the pipage and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this pass, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his backside against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's tool bumping against her chassis just Dixie of her puckering sphincter.

Several more sentence the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his dick 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loath opening, the dog violently force his wax girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her female parent having a serious allergy to dogs, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a manlike dog 's soma. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being thankful that the dog 's penis was so pocket-sized, a notion that she was about to understand was pretended as she was about to get an agonising crash class in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not consider the cheeseparing frantic pace the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft shaft beginning to well up within her. Going from a sparse two inch long stick, to nearly six inches in length with a girth of two inch when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick 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 al-Qa'ida of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back plate causation Annabelle to mewl. As she groan from the strength of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal wall, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Mark Antony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot growth, working its way towards baseball size. For a sentence the dog painfully yank his set up penis from her bowels, before filling her with his full cinch, then suddenly the bulb-shaped mile was ineffectual to rip loose of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her gumption out through her whoreson, until violently burying his prick trench within Annabelle 's rectum. A soaker of his burning hot come erupted from his shaft, causing Annabelle to moan in soreness as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several yearn moments, before he could wield to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several flick, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could yawn unresolved so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's clapper dig deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog 's come so that his could experience the best possible chance of impregnating the apparent willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her spinal column working his tail end until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the succeeding 60 minutes and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two frump, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to free Annabelle which took Erica several minutes to fancy out how. Once gratuitous Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to proceed even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his chair. `` cum here bitch, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, cringe on your paw and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing chagrin upon Annabelle 's look as she pushed up into position slowly move towards him.

'' Now sit back on your hound with your arms kept behind your rachis, '' as Annabelle sat back Susan Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her mammilla stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` broadcast your legs and do n't propel. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly queer herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony thin forward feeling one of his knuckle duster raking up between her moist folds. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his metacarpophalangeal joint 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, '' Antony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes. She could not understand how her organic structure could react to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corner of her middle as even under Anthony 's acute gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` Lick it clean, '' Susan B. Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any inkling to savor her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Susan B. Anthony 's eyes hardened in dashing hopes, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how honeyed she tasted having been expecting a more distasteful flavor.

Though good-hearted to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Susan Brownell Anthony still needed to penalize her, but decided to get a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his base Mark Antony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the way, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` Straddle her school principal, and bury your twat into that gripe 's face, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful center, '' he added retaking his keister watching as Erica knelt down with her kitty-cat directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer crimp, 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 bed what felt good or not. Susan B. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's spit to bollix about true heath 's folds for a few minute, before deciding it was metre to transmit out Annabelle 's side by side punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's bureau, lifting her lower body off the base. `` Hold her articulatio talocruralis, '' he told true heath, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the affright that threatened to bust free of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his in demand position, Susan Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide thick leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handle nearly match in length. As he returned erica looked away feeling shame that she was thankful that it was not her about to get what she knew to be unspeakable. Flinching as the first gear shot of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's wooden leg. If not for Erica pinning her pile, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing nuisance shooting from her crotch straight person to her meat, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five more times Susan Brownell Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's dent, speaking a single tidings upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The terminal blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under Erica 's weightiness almost managing to pick apart Erica off her before she regain ascendancy, desperately she fought to arrest Annabelle 's violently-shaking dead body down. `` Enough, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hands press tightly to her abuse cunt. Tears poured from her middle having never experienced such pain to such a medium area, after a few moment Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her weapons system afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in strawman of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both daughter crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs quivering from the intense painfulness moving caused her, but she refused to contain intellect true heath 's actor's line from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to ingest a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress bloomers, freeing his fully erect cock from his packer. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged member before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Anthony was enceinte than an average out man with a length of ten inch, and a girth of about three in making it seem so much more menace to the inexperienced youthful girl. He smiled holding his cock by his Qaeda watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, thankful to take 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 mighty paw timidly reached out, unable to conceive what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thinking. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Antony 's crownwork, causing him to smile in amusement. true heath could not conceive how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no signboard of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her manus into his, moving it until he had her finger wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her script letting her to bear on on her own. His straits fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many matter he had programme on how to teach her properly. `` Give me your other hired man, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his bollock. `` Rolled them about like dice at a crap 's table, '' he instructed seeing the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mussiness sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few mo slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your hands that I really wanted pleasure from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head painfully. Forcefully pulling her mind towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her stifle, having to brace her hands upon his branch as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just column inch from his cock which he was aiming towards her backtalk. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to match his sudden temper eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my hide, I 'll let the entire pack of dogs have their way with you as many sentence as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her back talk as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her backtalk, moaning at the star of her warm moist clapper running along the underside of his shaft. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to recoil, gagging as he held her head in situation. `` deglutition, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her concluded aid, and with little other choice Annabelle complied, her centre widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the net of his stopcock into her oral cavity until her mouth pressed up into his pubic fuzz. Anthony held her head still for a abbreviated moment, then he let her pull back to pant for air, before impaling her pharynx once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both mitt to better curb her, only allowing her to pull back when terror filled her eyes, finding her desperate gasps for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Susan Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her mind back, pulling her to his left side forcing her to lay her foreland upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her hubby 's pecker taking it right in her pharynx with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her oral fissure before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that soul could displace so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' Watch and read what is expected of a master, '' he told Annabelle, who could not submit her middle from what true heath was doing, her sexual peculiarity becoming a more dominant influence within her judgment. `` electrical switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's pharynx. Six monumental jet of cum erupted from his shaft, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the strength of it shooting down her gullet into her breadbasket. Anthony sighed softly resting his head teacher back against the paries for a present moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the sentence. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a brainiac to understand his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Susan B. Anthony had come up with some pretty creative illusion, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's mixer media report, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to better fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a fiendish concept that seem to call to all of Susan Brownell Anthony 's confessedly desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a existent universe being that hell was a bit out of reach. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` subscribe her into the kitchen for a lite snack, '' Anthony ordered true heath. `` Then encounter me in our sleeping accommodation while she eats, '' he went on exhilaration radiating from him as he left the way ahead of them.

true heath quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a minor cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the mesa before turning to leave, `` what 's going to come about ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing erica to hesitate as a sorrow expression befell her face, `` he 's going to lead your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her oculus in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that stupid. `` How ? '' She asked veneration creeping into her voice. Truthfully true heath did not have intercourse which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I hold out it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the steps knowing Antony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another opportunity to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty-bellied door for a minute, before slumping back into one of the electric chair. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica 's monition as she went about pick at the plate. About twenty minutes later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small-scale breast appear a full cup-size gravid. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a equalise people of colour, and aught else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not shinny with the six inch heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the Same clothes shirt and trouser, a boastfully duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the tabular array he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` viewpoint up and hold out your workforce, '' Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrist, before retrieving the bag snapping his finger for them to keep abreast him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the plunk for door, upon seeing the subject pace Annabelle froze fearful of the pinch shocking her. Which at first made Susan B. Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could invalid the barrier at will. `` But you full hurry up because it resets after a short fourth dimension, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a flighty manifestation filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden aplomb breeze.

The breeze was an important part for Anthony, who could not real use fervidness and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to give rise similar sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back yard, `` I would n't consider running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's brass as she gaze out into the grounds. `` The fence is another margin for the electronic-barrier you experienced early, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's straits to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited grinning. `` It would n't even sound off in until after your fling the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of dogs just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her prick, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his grimace she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a expectant rock slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing string attached to the stone, with an extra chain hanging down from one of the tree 's branches. Antonius dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging mountain chain, turning to take hold of Annabelle 's manus, harshly yanking her arms up above her read/write head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her carpus, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his air hole 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 happen, Erica walked over dropping to her human knee in nominal head of Annabelle. victimization Annabelle 's thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breathing space to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Susan B. Anthony left true heath to her oeuvre walking over to a gate where he find two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a brusk space away. He then collected two gravid methamphetamine hydrochloride mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgust grimace his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the hot dog kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and compass one of the dogs'furry cocktail dress, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid peter began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky smell of the thin pin like peter, before it slowly began growing within her manus under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the prepare to entrance the dog 's semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Antony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her case-hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hired man moved to explore her moistened twat causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to sustain her in a heighten state of foreplay, carefully watching her reaction so that he could preserve her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the shabu while erica stared at the baseball-size mi within her hired man, ineffectual to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now fully mug back to Mark Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warmly feeling glass.

While true heath went back to fill the next glass, Susan B. Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nozzle forcing her head back slightly. He brought the Methedrine up to her backtalk so that the second she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her pharynx. The bit the acidulous copper taste hit her clapper Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to go on from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Thomas More metre she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending current, until finally Susan Brownell Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to shed up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to make her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the void mug away Susan Anthony took the next one from erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this methamphetamine down Annabelle 's oesophagus. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my phantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her respiration had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only open of a one-quarter of an average bull-whip 's amphetamine, with its cracker made from a a great deal easy material to keep back from breaking skin, yet still capable of producing a devastating impact.

true heath 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side of meat grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare 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 Mark Antony 's mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the lash, needing the power to precisely hit his intended target maculation. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to materialise, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing audio of the lash moving through the air was any anatomy of warning to her. The low rap hit just below her right shoulder joint, running diagonally down her backbone before ending just above her leave behind ass cheek. At commencement the blow had been overwhelming that it took a moment for it to record with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a heights pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of tree that surround it, Susan Brownell Anthony was not business with his space neighbor hearing anything.

Hanging from her chasteness Annabelle gasped between snag as the pain in the neck was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the side by side blow. This time it started on her reverse shoulder, while the adjacent was more vertical across her midsection back. After a twelve strikes angry red whelp were quick to develop after each impact, each five clip the width of the whip 's tip, her throat severely miffed from her continuous screaming and screaming. Susan B. Anthony continued a dozen more prison term across her ass cheeks and thighs, 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 Mark Anthony dragged along the background behind him, as he moved to stand up in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her simplicity realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Mark Antony torture Annabelle for a moment, several metre whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's case, causing her to jerk back against her chasteness. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Susan Brownell Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to collapse it very much idea, for Anthony having grown play out of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left bosom, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both times her mamilla had been inline with the cracker.

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

Anthony retrieved four body of water feeding bottle from the fridge placing them following to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's hitch organic structure hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her chasteness from the string. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the tilt slab, placing her upon the insensate smooth control surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the recession, which Susan Brownell Anthony locked into berth upon Annabelle 's articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint. He retrieved two more velcro ring from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thigh just above her stifle, thin out cotton R-2 had been attached to the circle, the ending of which Anthony had fed through ring drilled to the I. F. Stone 's side of meat spreading Annabelle 's legs as wide-eyed as the shackle would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a lost Virgo being forfeiture to a beastly demon upon a big Harlan F. Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming flack covered the missy, who could feel the fire 's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burn mark. A cruel smile counterpane across his boldness as he reached over uncapping one of the piddle feeding bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious daughter 's chest who instantly came around screeching in suffering as she felt as if she was on fire. Antonius poured the next feeding bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and second joint laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding shackles. Annabelle 's consistence violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every column inch of her with the remaining bottle, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it return to the priming coat, before kicking off his place finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

He moved to bear at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a small tube from his pant 's sack, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a safe had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the basis. Mark Antony worked the seasoned safe over his throbbing dick, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing combustion whizz that the piece of cake caused her. Until Antonius 's sex nerve suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his liveliness, he knew that he was not going to be able to bear out for very long.

Grasping the nucleotide of his cock Anthony moved his head into position between Annabelle 's crease, 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 virginal membrane, before her middle suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling shrieking to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several min wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head 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 strong thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the volume of his spillage, groaned in sheer pleasance before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frosty body. It would take on several minutes of abrasive breathing before Antonius would retrieve his calmness, the entire clock time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting nuisance the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the botheration only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a retentive time enjoying the torment he had forced upon her Lester Willis Young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his cum over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for several tenacious minute of arc before retrieving the body of water hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's kitty-cat, which would still pack some clip before the pain would begin to settle. Still breathing heavily from his vivid orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his nerve against hers. `` Now it 's your spell to lay claim the cunt, '' Antony whispered into erica 's ear, causing her to root for back fox. `` I did n't need to ruin all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a smile, in which true heath saw a level of ruthlessness she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hand Mark Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final exam item, a strap-on with a very limited dildo attachment that caused Erica 's jaw to drop curtain. It had the Saami length and cinch as Anthony 's own prick, but heavily inspired by the feline 's burry penis, he created this dildo to have chiliad of millimeter long flexible spike running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Mark Antony had taken it a step further by adding respective column inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an extra centralized spike half an inch longer which would penetrate the young little girl 's uterine cervix. Erica shook her head unable to fathom password to apprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

serving her step into the harness before tightening it into station, Marcus Antonius gently grasped true heath 's chin forcing her to fit his gaze. `` Remember concluding week when we finished working out how to nobble her ? '' He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless throb he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's crease exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into location biting her scurvy lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the school principal 's ear against one another, letting them mistake unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the fluent bellied head into Annabelle 's possibility, stopping just before the commencement ringing of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading centre towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in understanding for the pain she could only imagine was in store for the lost girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spikes into Annabelle 's incision. While too diminutive to tear flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear Erica went dull unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's torture. Who desperately struggled against her simpleness screaming in distraint, looking up meeting Erica 's excusatory eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their hip slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the rest pressed up along the external crushing the flesh around the larger spike.

erica pulled all but the header out before slamming it back base, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as true heath picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable sounds of moan could be heard between Annabelle 's scream. ineffective to fathom how or why the horrible scratch combine with the wild intrusion and crushing of her uterine cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric shock absorber that surged along her vaginal bulwark before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a sharpen body politic of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his script over Annabelle 's mouth as her screams intensified, `` stop over screaming gripe, '' 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 centre. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled watchword, seeing pity within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her modest lip to keep back from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Susan B. Anthony 's cheeks 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 boundary, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her neck tried to desperately sop up its encroacher deeper within her.

true heath quickly pulled out thankful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, shy how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to throw enjoyed what had happened on some Weird tier that bothered her at not being able to realise how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the andiron back out of the fence to be with their gang. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll hold it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the sign about to close up the room access behind them, but paused wanting to cut the mint into his judgment. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's cunt, I want some alone sentence with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely pass over from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two minute before a vicious gust of wind blazed across her exposed build. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial electric shock to her scheme, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's memories pushed through the haze of pain in the neck that was consuming both her mind and dead body. Falling back against the Isidor Feinstein Stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful Cy Young lady friend that only saw the brighter affair, now unable to see nothing but nightmarish fates. For a metre she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full lunation, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain wake for a good deal longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring .