This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlational statistics to any specific mortal, post, or case. Some of the character reference'personality are a bit exasperate, and I want it clean that I neither condon nor second any violently and aggressive attack towards any sexuality, this is just a sullen story my intellect created. Nothing More ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's instauration

The conform to tale centers around a sixteen year old young lady by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual gens, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life history despite her many woes to the perverse. For her the foremost XIII yr of her life sentence had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many long time finally divorced. The long dozen twelvemonth old Annabelle had been forced to look on in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered pectus as her heart-broken sire gave her a closely hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been savage enough, barely two week later her Father of the Church would parish in a waste multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few twelvemonth Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her old husband 's destruction had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a imbibing problem that for the most part she managed to shroud from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the habiliment mill Annabelle 's female parent 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 Thomas Young Annabelle, who managed to go on her sweet beguile personality, even when her own female parent'was beginning to spiral into depression. It would take a little over a twelvemonth for the field to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would go aware of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even stride, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her intellect. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her foresightful Burgundy blonde pilus streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the specialise land route that bordered the rump of her neck of the woods. Though young, Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted gymnastic shirt and shorts.

At only five animal foot three inch in elevation Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel green center that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a declamatory 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble ass. 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 path. Whether it be male or female, eye were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body 's lineament resistless to them. The balmy beat of pop-music playing within her ear, had the immature young woman a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help oneself the older charwoman back to her feet. Without warning the char lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to rip back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the woman 's clenched fist slammed into her thigh, at first gear ineffectual to grok the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose speculator had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle words began fading as her populace begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her wobbly paw through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's blazonry pulling her into a sitting status, with Annabelle 's head teacher resting against her diminished 32B white meat. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's petite torso struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the rear door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front posterior. The cleaning woman whose name was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the receptive door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the untried fille 's hitch blazon pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her stage inside until the door could be closed.

Erica once more face around, a anxious look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an agitate grin Mark Antony pulled off trying to look serene as he made his way towards the motorway, Erica on the verge of rent as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the smile to pass off into a public eye, as Anthony turned to fit her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tonus, making Erica turn away cowardly staring at the floor board. Just as truehearted Anthony 's grin returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the mantrap that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Mark Anthony could easily enumerate every freckle that dawn her honest complexion.

The two were husband and married woman, with some very different value on what that entitled. Susan B. Anthony at thirty-eight was a glorious and very enamor man, an inventor and entrepreneur worth billion. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love life with his married woman, and could not work himself to get her the bother he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten geezerhood of marriage, at first she had been very independent, but Susan Anthony 's sexual and physical vilification through their marriage had broken her down into his arrant submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the motorway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the heart of a forty public square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Susan Brownell Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the memory access code. His integral property had been walled off, that rose twelve ft in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many potbelly that would resort to espionage to assume them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a turgid two story manor, with a medieval architectural style about its windows and steeple. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his hefty coat of arms from years of physical toil, up the stair into a star sign depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second flooring which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the center of the manor the elbow room had no Windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a minute. Before retrieving a small wooden jewellery box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather choker, spaced evenly along the outside of the shoe collar were a twelve metallic element brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundred of protruding tiny copper prongs barely seeable to the nude eye. Susan B. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle 's neck opening, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door physical body, a upset expression upon her blench cheek 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 jump at his rough tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave small thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal turn, as if kidnapping was an everyday subject 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 design making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an time of day later Annabelle 's middle began flickering as she started to come in around, frowning from the smartness that forced her to close them. For various bit she looked around puzzled by her desolate surround, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing nuisance coming from her second joint, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her muddiness turn 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 turn of the pommel. For a here and now a war raged within Annabelle 's nous, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind terror side of meat that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to believe her instincts Annabelle crept out into the mansion, whose oak wooden gore reflected the haunted incandescence of the smash light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windowpane revealing a dark 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 steps she passed elegant looking piece of furniture and interior decoration lining the hall, making her tone as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer holy terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stair noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a interchangeable looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small Windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escapism, Annabelle 's terror took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open way. One of which was a living elbow room where Antonius and true heath sat patiently waiting, Antonius pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young missy bounding her way towards the outside door. An tidal bore grin crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a pot plant sitting upon a low wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely obtrusive plant reaching out to grok the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both workforce only causing Thomas More painfulness as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive dead body fell to the base in a heap, the gentle laughter of an amused Susan Brownell Anthony ringing in her pinna. `` You can expect that every metre you near a door or windowpane that is off limits, '' he stated in a balmy note, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue oculus 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 sleeve, carrying her to the living elbow room where true heath sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the trading floor in the center of the room.

It would only necessitate a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could make a motion her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her soundbox. Painfully she managed to roll to her side pushing up on her manus staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the taking into custody secured to her neck, frowning as her digit failed to happen a way to remove it. The solid time Mark Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle battle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and true heath. Antony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl 's eyes, her mild Robert Brown middle filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Susan Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` inaugural because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his cubitus propped up on his knees. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop computer sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large covert television to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in skepticism as she turned to incur herself staring at all of her social media invoice, `` everything I needed to love when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken female parent made her a perfect runaway caseful. `` Cases in which constabulary hardly ever put much resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a short-change break to let the repulsion of her billet sink into Annabelle, his vox taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to follow will result in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony 's eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this game young missy 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony 's typeface 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, Marcus Antonius still shook his head in dashing hopes. His flabby sigh a torment worry for his wife, whose middle 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 flash 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 deal. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, arrive at you sympathize just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an telling show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the base covering her face.

He had to contribute her credit for keeping from crying like a babe, slowly pushing up with one paw still covering her left wing eye, which she knew would be blackened by the condemnable blow. `` Get this squawk undressed and meet me in the lavatory, while I 'll go and setup her penalization for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the redact replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive note before Susan Brownell Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of great deal, erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to assist her standpoint. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from erica as she still covered her bruised nerve. `` Please do n't baulk him, '' Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at true heath with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' true heath explained. `` So what ? '' erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, bother filling her vocalism as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational position of her creative thinker pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked sentiment, coming to the sad fruition that at least for now she really had no other option. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. true heath 's flaccid workforce covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging boxers, before finally her panty. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to pass over herself from erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only produce your penalty that much worse. '' erica 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 house to the master toilet where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to extend herself, but composed with a warning glance from true heath, who had moved to stand by Marcus Antonius side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Young unmarred organic structure as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheek, though finding a few issues with her appearing. For freshman Annabelle had a neat trimmed President George W. Bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic hairsbreadth on a char was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his married woman. `` Once she 's end up get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's private parts, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long 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 regard, `` something to give onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel gossip, before turning back to his married woman. `` Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then predict me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' erica said poke at Annabelle towards the lav, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica submit, frowning in surprisal as true heath began undressing once she had the water comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her tidings faded from her sassing upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's spine. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her wooden leg and inner second joint, as true heath was not permitted to jade 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 dig step as she slowly got up flushing the privy, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's mortification Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as learn, her paw touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the youthful young lady to cringe back from Erica 's touch, `` I am lamentable, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several eld ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised body. `` The prevision got him highly aroused live Night, he got a bit acquit away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid little mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Saami for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, erica spent several minutes working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hair's-breadth which was plastered to the sides of her neck and back. It would admit twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's recollective hairsbreadth into a tight plait that stopped mid-way along her spine. `` Sit back on the retort and diffuse your legs, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle crook before lifting herself back onto the console, reluctantly opening her branch until the the hair parted revealing her treasured folds.

Annabelle stiffened as erica pulled out an old-fashion expressive style straight razor, which erica noticed once More apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only type of razor he will provide. I assure you that I will be thrifty, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the elderly woman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a theatrical role of her inherent aptitude told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her leg suddenly seeming like she was twelve old age old again, only now with monolithic tits that nearly blocked her puss from view.

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

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the console an clyster pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, true heath open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's congregation, being certainly not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her equal striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to observe that special person to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the roofing tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working lap along the outside of her rectum, trying to unwind the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the fond piddle occupy her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a slight warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden smell of needing to use the toilet badly as the finis of the water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' true heath advised pulling the tube free pleased that Annabelle 's rectum stamp tightly upon its remotion without a drop leaking.

'' You can abide up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes, '' true heath explained noticing the harassed glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a week. Mercifully time seem to pass off quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilet, as she grimaced from the bazaar mavin she was having until the last of the water and asshole poured exempt of her system. The entire prison term Erica paid petty aid to the phone coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the flooring clean.

As instructed upon finishing, true heath called for Anthony, who entered a minute later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her lace hair and shaved pussy. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a plosive in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to jade any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his actor's line. `` Your dead body is intellect to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a cargo area of her go out nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his item. `` And the third base you are aware of, you will obey your order of magnitude or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the curlicue once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much inviolable jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his munition carrying her through the house to one of his playroom, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting epithet as the room was mostly simple except for the wall which were covered in belts of various shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in various thickness. Yet it was the strange gismo positioned within the plaza 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 penalize her if she had, stood by the door with a bewilder look upon her look. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining rack, as well as other implements of his own design. She had never seen this particular rack with percentage of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's principal and wrists before locking them in spot securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inch off the level meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her venter, yet another part consisting of steel piping connected together to organize a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's venter lifting the little girl 's aphrodisiac ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner second joint, forcing her peg open exposing her unswayed yap. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a spell of sheet metal, threading the dilutant pipes through mess drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the vertebral column of Annabelle 's wooden leg. playing as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly tribute for her Virgo cunt from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into plaza, admiring how ask over Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many putz that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining way chair, which he placed against the rampart directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to unite him, who quickly moved to his side of meat dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten minute of arc later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her block experimental condition, struggling to relieve herself incognizant just how guarantee she was. `` You 're arouse, '' Antonius commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Antony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your low gear punishment, I 've decided to go well-fixed on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic smiling, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to occur, as she watched her husband disappear through a irregular door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few short minutes later, accompanied by four of his 12 German-Shepherds, erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her married man 's aim. Though still unaware of the wiener, Annabelle 's heart nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in erica 's eyes, 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 position the leader of the pack leaping forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass cheeks. As the dog 's long moist lingua shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed whoreson, yet still able-bodied to try out the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the hound circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his chairwoman in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it sack up what was about to materialize. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting liberal she caused Anthony to originate even more provoke than he had been. Instincts took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his front paw around the tube and her thigh. Annabelle cried out begging Susan Anthony not to let this pass, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's dick bumping against her flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's orifice in hunt of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and erica to break this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its quarry. Upon feeling his tool 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant curtain raising, the dog violently push his full girth up inside Annabelle 's bowel, causing her to cry out in hurting from the sudden encroachment. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had piddling experience outside of her few Quaker who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being thankful that the dog 's penis was so small, a notion that she was about to make was mistaken as she was about to get an torturous crash course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not trust the near delirious pace the dog pounded her, as his putz was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flabby cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin out two inch long stick, to nearly six column inch in length with a girth of two column inch when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blaze broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her business concern. As she began feeling the theme of the dog 's putz continuing to puff up, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causation Annabelle to mewl. As she groan from the forcefulness of the dog 's poke, she began feeling a prickling that started from her vaginal rampart, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to obscure her growing res publica, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In skepticism Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's slub growing, working its way towards baseball game size. For a time the dog painfully yank his erect penis from her gut, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulbous knot was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her sand out through her bastard, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A waterspout of his burning hot cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in irritation as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the fauna for several longsighted import, before he could do to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Mark Antony was already standing behind her so that he could take respective depiction, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could yawn open so widely. She had not even had a hazard to recover from the offset dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's tongue digging late into her undo ass, instinctively trying to clean the former dog 's seed so that his could deliver the best possible chance of impregnating the manifest willing cunt before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his backside until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next minute and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowel with their burning at the stake cum, before Susan Brownell Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his restoration he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to exhaust Annabelle which took true heath various minutes to figure out how. Once liberal Annabelle fell to the story beside what Marcus Antonius had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his electric chair. `` Come here gripe, '' he called out snapping his fingerbreadth watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, crawl on your manus and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into posture slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingerbreadth making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obeisance. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her pap stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony list forward feeling one of his brass knucks raking up between her moist congregation. A clean measure of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in front of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those frankfurter, '' Susan B. Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's heart. She could not understand how her trunk could answer to such a violent and painful encroachment, tears filling the box of her eyes as even under Anthony 's vivid 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 glimmer to taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's optic hardened in dashing hopes, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sugared she tasted having been expecting a more foul flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Mark Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his infantry Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` straddle her principal, and bury your cunt into that kick 's aspect, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her ft moving over to Annabelle. `` bend so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful eye, '' he added retaking his hindquarters observation as erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's natural language reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's sheepfold moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her pussy. Annabelle had no cue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to sleep together what felt unspoilt or not. Mark Anthony allowed Annabelle 's glossa to fumble about Erica 's folds for a few minutes, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle 's next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest of drawers, lifting her lower torso off the flooring. `` halt her ankle joint, '' he told true heath, `` and use yours to pin her wrist against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the affright that threatened to shoot free of her pectus, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired position, 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 equal in length. As he returned true heath looked away feeling pity that she was grateful that it was not her about to pick up what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the starting time crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's leg. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain blastoff from her crotch heterosexual person to her core, her riot muffled by erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Phoebe more times Marcus Antonius would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a single Logos upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final exam bump a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under erica 's free weight almost managing to knock Erica off her before she regain control, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` enough, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her manus press tightly to her abuse puss. Tears poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain to such a raw 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 lady friend crawl submissively. Annabelle 's pegleg palpitation from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop apprehension erica 's Holy Scripture from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to have got a trivial joy, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his clothes knickers, freeing his fully set up cock from his packer. Annabelle 's eye widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Marcus Antonius was larger than an modal man with a distance of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it seem so much more baleful to the inexperienced Pres Young girl. He smiled holding his pecker by his stand watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' signature it, '' Susan B. Anthony encouraged, thankful to have actually managed to find oneself individual so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Susan Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right wing hand timidly reached out, ineffective to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her cerebration. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Marcus Antonius 's jacket crown, causing him to smile in amusement. erica could not trust how Susan B. Anthony was so simmer down, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her deal into his, moving it until he had her digit wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should wedge. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to cover on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat comforting handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had programme on how to teach her properly. `` devote me your other hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his bollock. `` Rolled them about like die at a bullshit 's board, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a drippage mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few moment 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 head towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knees, having to stabilise her hands upon his ramification as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just column inch from his dick which he was aiming towards her backtalk. `` Now overt, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his range forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her oral sex back until she had to meet his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a suggestion of your teeth against my skin, I 'll let the entire pack of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so want. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Mark Antony slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her quick moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the book binding of Annabelle 's pharynx causing her to shrink, gagging as he held her head in place. `` deglutition, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` drink, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her complete attention, and with little early options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic fuzz. Susan Brownell Anthony held her foreland still for a brief moment, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Mark Antony grabbed Annabelle 's school principal with both hands to better control her, only allowing her to pull back when terror filled her eyes, finding her desperate gasps for air resistless sounding. `` I can see that your going to get quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Susan Brownell Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's centre, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her top dog back, pulling her to his left incline forcing her to lay her straits upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his former side, grasping her husband 's turncock taking it right in her throat with a individual sweat. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her sass before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could move so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' Watch and get word what is expected of a pro, '' he told Annabelle, who could not get her center from what Erica was doing, her sexual wonder becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. `` Switch, '' Susan B. Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more eat up down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his prick, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Susan B. Anthony sighed softly resting his fountainhead back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his sentinel smiling excitedly at the meter. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally fourth dimension for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to understand his meaning.

Chapter leash

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo, Antony had come up with some pretty creative illusion, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social metier accounts, realizing that she met his requirement perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasy to better fit Annabelle 's coming into court, her impassioned 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 real earth being that blaze was a bit out of scope. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` choose her into the kitchen for a calorie-free collation, '' Anthony ordered erica. `` Then get together me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on fervor radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to go out, `` what 's going to find ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a grieve expression befell her face, `` he 's going to bring your virginity. '' true heath replied causing Annabelle to roll her eyes in bother, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that Erica thought her that stupid. `` How ? '' She asked fear creeping into her vox. Truthfully erica did not know which she explained watching as wretchedness consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I survive it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Antonius would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you advantageously eat up. You might not get another probability to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the hollow doorway for a moment, before slumping back into one of the hot seat. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty dollar bill minutes later true heath returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small breasts appear a full cup-size large. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto kicking in a matching colouring material, and nothing else leaving her twat and ass exposed, to her cite Erica did not skin with the six inch hound walking. Susan Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same frock shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the table he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to cease off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and hold out your hands, '' Susan Brownell Anthony ordered pulling a couplet of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's radiocarpal joint, before retrieving the bag snapping his finger's breadth for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the back door, upon seeing the opened 1000 Annabelle froze fearful of the taking into custody shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disenable the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a little metre, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a spooky grammatical construction filled Annabelle 's font, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden aplomb breeze.

The piece of cake was an important part for Marcus Antonius, who could not actual use flack and native sulfur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Susan Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce similar sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the backwards railyard, `` I would n't consider running if I was you, '' Marcus Antonius said noticing a calculating construction upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the curtilage. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced to begin with, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's psyche to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your bye the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive consistence. '' He laughed nodding towards the camp of hound just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost tidal bore saying to his face she thought. Susan B. Anthony led them out into the centre of the thousand, where a large Lucy Stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine tree just a few metrical unit away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing string attached to the John Rock, with an extra chain hanging down from one of the tree 's subdivision. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging chain, turning to take hold of Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her weapon up above her read/write head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to hold back her wide weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her mortise joint, lastly pulling a blindfold from his air hole covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having often to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to bechance, true heath walked over dropping to her knees in front end of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for sustenance, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to bewitch in her throat from the sudden vivid sensation.

Anthony left Erica to her body of work walking over to a logic gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fencing before tying them to stakes a short space away. He then collected two prominent glass mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the nauseate 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 give out and savvy one of the dogs'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid peter began protruding. Turning her human face away at the warmth embarrassing flavor of the thin stick like stopcock, 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 Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hired man moved to search her moistened pussy causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a sharpen state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while true heath stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a animal within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Mark Antony who smiled eagerly taking the fond tactual sensation glass.

While Erica went back to fill the next methamphetamine, Antony clamped his hired man down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her intrude forcing her top dog back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the minute she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her pharynx. The mo the acid atomic number 29 taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought process, but some how managing to hold back from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Sir Thomas More sentence she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Susan Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her chasteness coughing to make her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Mark Anthony took the next one from erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to catch as he forced this glass down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to recoup while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only adequate to of a fourth part of an average bull-whip 's speed, with its firecracker made from a much softer material to keep from breaking pelt, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side 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 Anthony 's mind, he went about taking classes to check how to properly manipulate the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his specify target spots. His instructor had joked one day during exercise about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Mark Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his grooming, 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 bechance, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whiplash moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right articulatio humeri, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her forget ass cheek. At for the first time the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a senior high school lurch scream ripped from her pharynx, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of it of his attribute, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Susan Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbour hearing anything.

Hanging from her simplicity Annabelle gasped between tears as the nuisance was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the adjacent snow. This time it started on her opposite articulatio humeri, while the adjacent was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen strike angry red whelp were quick to produce after each wallop, each five times the width of the whip 's tip, her pharynx severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Mark Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laugh until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Susan Anthony dragged along the basis behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her control realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his face, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, various clip whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's aspect, causing her to jerk back against her control. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Susan Brownell Anthony 's knickers was fully tented from his erection, true heath even believed it seemed declamatory than it normally was, neither able-bodied to understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it much mentation, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her leave alone breasts, before quickly doing the Lapp to her right, making for sure both times her pap had been inline with the cracker.

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

Anthony retrieved four body of water bottleful from the fridge placing them future to the stone slab once back out-of-door, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to relinquish her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his coat of arms carrying her over to the careen slab, placing her upon the cold still surface. hamper had been precisely drilled and secured to the nook, which Anthony locked into position upon Annabelle 's wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro stria from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's second joint just above her human knee, flimsy cotton ropes had been attached to the circle, the goal of which Marcus Antonius had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's wooden leg as wide as the hamper would allow.

Stepping back Marcus Antonius smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fancy, of a lost Virgin being forfeit to a beastly demon upon a vauntingly stone slab. Nearly because in his phantasy a consuming fire covered the young lady, who could feel the fire 's hardness without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel grin counterpane across his facial expression as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious lady friend 's breast who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fervor. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her conflict against the pertinacious shackles. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it shine to the solid ground, before kicking off his skid finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's infantry where he retrieved a diminished tube from his pant 's sack, which puzzled true heath who had been silently watching in repugnance at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, true heath saw that a safe had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Antonius worked the flavour safety over his throbbing pecker, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sensation that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's commove face suddenly loomed over top of her, more put forward than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to agree out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Anthony moved his head into posture between Annabelle 's sheepcote, using his system of weights to force his aching pecker straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her Hymen, before her center suddenly bulged as a burning whizz unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal paries up causing a bloodcurdling screech to nearly deaf Anthony. He held perfectly still for several instant wanting as much of the Capsicum annuum grossum to absorb inside her twat, before pulling out until only his chief 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 rubber as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the volume of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid body. It would take several minutes of harsh ventilation before Anthony would find his calmness, the full time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain in the ass the pimiento caused, even when Susan Brownell Anthony finally pulled out the pain in the neck only seemed to exacerbate. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a farseeing time enjoying the torture he had forced upon her new body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his seed over her grimace, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wriggle in agony for respective long minutes before retrieving the water hosiery. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's kitty, which would still take some clip before the hurting would begin to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense climax, Mark Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his blazon, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to lay claim the bitch, '' Anthony whispered into true heath 's ear, causing her to pull back confused. `` I did n't want to destroy all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a grin, in which Erica saw a story of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hand Susan Brownell Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused erica 's jaw to drop-off. It had the same length and girth as Anthony 's own turncock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's burred phallus, he created this dildo to own thousands of millimeter long whippy capitulum running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Susan Anthony had taken it a footmark further by adding several inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an in longer which would sink in the Danton True Young girl 's cervix. true heath shook her question ineffectual to sound Son to comprehend how he could savour this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into home, Susan Anthony gently grasped Erica 's chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember last week when we finished working out how to nobble 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 suave Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's peg. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her opening to erica, who nervously moved the dildo into billet biting her lower 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 protuberant promontory into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first ring of spikes were about to imbue, looking up with pleading center towards her hubby 's hardened spotlight. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only imagine was in store for the helpless young lady, erica pushed forward forcing respective dustup of spikes into Annabelle 's slit. While too tiny to tear build the capitulum horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of care Erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's torment. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distraint, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvic girdle slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike right hand into Annabelle 's cervix uteri, while the rest period pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the orotund spike.

erica pulled all but the chief out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from hurting. Anthony frowned unsure at number one, but as true heath picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable auditory sensation of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's howler. ineffectual to penetrate how or why the horrible scratch corporate trust with the trigger-happy invasion and suppression of her uterine cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten country of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's rima oris as her screams intensified, `` break off screaming bitch, '' he ordered in a coarse tint, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you beef ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the centre. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled crying, seeing ignominy within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower berth lip to hold on from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her demarcation line. Anthony 's impudence were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the unadulterated slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse infliction as her vaginal wall begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck its encroacher deeper within her.

erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird degree that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the Canis familiaris back out of the fence to be with their inner circle. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Susan Brownell Anthony guided her towards the menage, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to break of day. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the lot into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's cunt, I want some alone time with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wipe from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to lie for about two hours before a vicious gust of wind blazed across her uncover chassis. Annabelle tried to twitch up from the initial shock to her arrangement, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's memory board pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her intellect and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once cheerful youthful girl that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see nothing but nightmarish fates. For a prison term she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full Moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to continue awake for practically thirster, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring .