This is a complete body of work of fabrication, and has no correlation to any specific somebody, property, or issue. Some of the characters'personality are a bit worsen, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor second any violently and aggressive attack towards any sex, this is just a dark fib my mind created. Nothing more ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's first appearance

The following tale pith around a sixteen year old young lady by the epithet of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teenager, that saw only the brighter side to life-time despite her many woefulness to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The baker's dozen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in discombobulation, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a besotted hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her frontal bone. As if this had not been fell enough, barely two weeks later her founder would parish in a annihilative multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's mother managed to sustain their lifestyle fairly rule, but her early hubby 's death had been more appall than she expected, resulting in her developing a drink problem that for the most part she managed to cover from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many concern, including the clothing manufacturing plant Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down rate to a minor two bedroom house on the fringe of their Ithiel Town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her unfermented charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into slump. It would take a little over a twelvemonth for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would turn cognizant of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her daybreak jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The unspeakable memory of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her creative thinker. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous group meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde haircloth streaming out behind her shining brightly in the previous autumn 's sun, as she ran down the specify country road that bordered the tush of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle 's consistence looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted acrobatic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone tegument, with angel super C optic that ensnared your soulfulness with a simple grin. Her breasts were a great 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curvature of her saunter fundament. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged aboard others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging path. Whether it be manly or female, center were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body 's feature irresistible to them. The mild beat of pop-music performing within her capitulum, had the offspring female child a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the former direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to serve the older woman back to her feet. Without warning the char lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to deplumate back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the adult female 's fist slammed into her thigh, at number 1 unable to comprehend the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle tidings began fading as her humanity 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 shaky work force through her short blond tomentum, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within stack. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting side, with Annabelle 's head resting against her pocket-sized 32B boob. Tightly wrapping her weapons system around Annabelle 's torso, the womanhood 's petite torso struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her foundation. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching check following to them, the back door flying spread out revealing a man leaning back from the front seat. The woman whose figure was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Mark Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girlfriend 's hitch limb pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her ramification inside until the door could be closed.

Erica once more bet around, a nervous tone filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front line of the SUV. With an excited grin Antony pulled off trying to bet becalm as he made his way towards the freeway, erica on the wand of bout as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the smiling to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slowly hard note, making true heath turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as loyal Anthony 's smiling 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 cheek turned so that Susan Anthony could easily count every lentigo that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were hubby and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Susan Brownell Anthony at thirty-eight was a smart as a whip and very beguile man, an inventor and entrepreneur deserving millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very lots in making love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the pain he truly craved. While true heath at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of spousal relationship, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony 's sexual and physical insult through their man and wife had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Antony drove down the freeway, heading towards his nursing home that sat squarely in the eye of a XL square toes Akka of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's comer, Antonius pulled into his driveway, stopping at the logic gate entering the accession code. His entire belongings had been walled off, that rose twelve metrical foot in meridian, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stoppage out figurehead of a turgid two story manor, with a Gothic architecture architectural dash about its window and steeple. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from years of forcible Department of Labor, up the stairs into a theatre depositing her within a nearly discharge sleeping accommodation on the second storey which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the nub of the manor the way had no windowpane, built by Anthony a few hebdomad ago for this sole purpose. Susan B. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her beatific body for a consequence. Before retrieving a pocket-sized wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a midst leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a 12 metallic element brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with one C of protruding lilliputian copper prongs barely seeable to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made clench which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to feel his wife huddled against the door flesh, a troubled expression upon her pale look as she stared down at the unconscious mind lady friend, who would soon awaken into a real-life incubus. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making true heath jump at his abrasive tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Susan Brownell Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his convention routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to enshroud every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an minute later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the cleverness that forced her to close them. For several bit she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the outcome of the sedative. Yet at the sudden consciousness of the throbbing pain coming from her second joint, her storage came flooding back in a jiffy. Her muddiness turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the boss. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's head, between her noetic nous encouraging her to be conservative, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to bank her instinct Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden gore reflected the haunted incandescence of the operating cost light-fixtures. At one end of the lobby she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a Night sky beyond, making her wonderment what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a flick prospect if not for the sheer affright that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the step noticing the heaviness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with little windows running along its position, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a substance of escape, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open rooms. One of which was a living room where Anthony and erica sat patiently waiting, Mark Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the manor hall watching the terrify Whitney Moore Young Jr. fille bounding her way towards the outside doorway. An aegir grin crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden mesa marking the center of the way. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the room access pommel, she cried out in suffering grasping her neck opening with both paw only causing more than pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive torso fell to the floor in a heap, the balmy laughter of an disport Anthony ringing in her capitulum. `` You can anticipate that every prison term you near a door or window that is off terminal point, '' he stated in a indulgent tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled regard, `` it can also encounter if I press the button on my picket. '' He added showing her the gimmick attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where true heath sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the base in the center of the room.

It would only take a few second for the numbness to fade, at first gear Annabelle only could move her fingerbreadth, but slowly belief returned to the residuum of her consistency. Painfully she managed to stray to her English pushing up on her hired hand staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the pinch secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole clock time Marcus Antonius just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Mark Anthony and Erica. Antony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her regard ineffective to forgather the young girl 's eye, her soft Robert Brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` world-class because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knee. `` 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 large sort video to come up to lifetime behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in skepticism as she turned to discover herself staring at all of her social sensitive accounts, `` everything I needed to make love when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her get out household and drunken female parent made her a perfect runaway case. `` case in which constabulary hardly ever put much resourcefulness into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Susan Brownell Anthony went on after a short suspension to let the horror of her office swallow hole into Annabelle, his vox taking on an authoritative-tone as his verbalism hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to follow will result in rough punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony 's center only making him more stimulate at the view of breaking this game young female child 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his work force behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the stupor that filled Annabelle 's grimace upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Susan Anthony 's face after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no movement to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Antony still shook his caput in disappointment. His soft sigh a torment fear for his wife, whose heart 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 Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flashing grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, make you interpret just how severely you will wish well that you had comply to me. '' He held his hold with an impressive display of specialty, releasing her so she could take a raspy pant for air, before backhanding her so heavily that she was flung to the face before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to turn over her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. `` Get this bitch undressed and fill me in the john, while I 'll go and setup her punishment for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the sofa replying, `` yes sir, '' in a discerning tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of visual sense, true heath hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to aid her pedestal. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from true heath as she still covered her bruised face. `` 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, '' erica explained. `` So what ? '' true heath frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The shock of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain sensation in her buttock, the rational side of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's easygoing handwriting covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the frightened Whitney Young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, acrobatic bra, jogging underdrawers, before finally her step-in. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only fix your penalty that much worse. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' cum on, '' true heath called after her. `` He wo n't be well-chosen with either of us, if he beats us to the toilet. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master lav where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from true heath, who had moved to brook by Marcus Antonius face as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Edward Young unblemished dead body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breast and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few matter with her coming into court. For appetizer Annabelle had a neat trimmed chaparral of pubic fuzz hiding her delicate petal, which Anthony felt any pubic fuzz on a woman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long hair's-breadth, '' he stated raking his finger along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a close ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her regard, `` something to adjudge onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel commentary, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleaning, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the cascade warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprisal as true heath began undressing once she had the water comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her watchword faded from her brim upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's spinal column. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the rachis of her stage and internal thigh, as erica was not permitted to wear any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussy. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilette, causing true heath to lower disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enrol the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instruct, her hands touching office only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the untested girl to flinch back from true heath 's cutaneous senses, `` I am no-good, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to afford him the pleasance he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at erica 's bruised consistence. `` The expectancy got him highly aroused last Nox, he got a bit deport away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid minuscule creative thinker 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 Sami for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, Erica spent respective minutes working her digit through Annabelle 's moistness haircloth which was plastered to the sides of her neck and back. It would take 20 minute of arc for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counter and diffuse your legs, '' Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle tour before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her valued folds.

Annabelle stiffened as true heath pulled out an old-fashion style straight razor, which Erica noticed once More apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the but type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be measured, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted true heath, a share of her instincts told her that she was at least not her opposition like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve years old again, only now with monumental tits that nearly blocked her snatch from view.

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

erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, true heath pulled out from underneath the cabinet 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, Erica open the douche bag assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's fold, being certainly not to insert it too far as erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peer striving desperately to get into her drawers, though Annabelle had yet to find that extra person to enchant them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Mark Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's cunt that splattered against the tile base, erica next filled the enema bulge before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working band along the exterior of her rectum, trying to relax the musculus before she gently work the applier into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water fill her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a svelte warmness spreading through her, before she got the sudden tactile sensation of needing to use the toilet badly as the last of the weewee filled her. `` clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' true heath advised pulling the tube discharge pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

'' You can remain firm up, but you need to hold that for at least ten min, '' true heath explained noticing the annoyed 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 hand quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the throne, as she grimaced from the bazar sensations she was having until the last of the pee and shit poured free of her organisation. The entire meter Erica paid little aid to the audio coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon coating, erica called for Mark Antony, who entered a consequence later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braid hair and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a point in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few prescript that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's regard as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to wear any flesh of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his discussion. `` Your body is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left tit aggressively twisting it to emphasise his level. `` And the third you are mindful of, you will obey your decree or be punished. public speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the push upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked interchangeable to that of a wireless battery charger, discharging a much hard jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the trading floor. Antonius effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the room was mostly bleak except for the wall which were covered in rap of several shapes and thicknesses, along with whip of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in assorted thicknesses. Yet it was the strange gizmo positioned within the center field of the room that drew Susan Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an inflammation spreading across his nerve at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her hubby would only punish her if she had, stood by the room access with a perplexed expression upon her expression. Gazing questioningly towards the strange gadget, though she was used to many of Antony 's custom made intimate restraining racks, as well as former implements of his own innovation. She had never seen this particular wheel with component of it being a wooden pillory, where Susan Anthony positioned Annabelle 's head and wrists before locking them in seat securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the flooring meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another part consisting of steel pipes connected together to mould a suspender, which had been forced under Annabelle 's venter lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's intimate thigh, forcing her legs open air exposing her unmoved holes. erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a patch of rag metal, threading the thinner pipes through gob drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's branch. playacting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her virgin cunt from his destine punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into office, admiring how ask in Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many puppet that dawn the paries. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front man of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to connect him, who quickly moved to his position dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her little locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her block condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how fasten she was. `` You 're awake, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the strait of his representative Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in strawman of Annabelle 's font so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first of all penalisation, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of flock. Erica frowned unsure what was about to take place, as she watched her husband disappear through a second doorway that led out into an bind garage.

Returning a few short proceedings later, accompanied by four of his XII German-Shepherds, erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's intentions. Though still unaware of the frankfurter, Annabelle 's nitty-gritty nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in Erica 's eyes, as she briefly looked over merging Annabelle 's regard 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 bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass cheeks. As the dog 's long moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed prick, yet still able-bodied to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the hound circled around Annabelle following Susan Anthony as he retook his chairperson in anticipation of the appearance that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to bump. Once more she fought to give up herself, only instead of getting liberate she caused Anthony to grow even more stirred up than he had been. Instincts took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his front paws around the piping and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his rear end against her meaty upset ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brush between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her shape just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's possible action in search of it, who stared pleading with Marcus Antonius and erica to turn back this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his pecker 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loath gap, the dog violently force his total girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergic reaction to dogs, Annabelle had lilliputian experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly incognizant when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so small, a notion that she was about to gain was traitorously as she was about to get an agonizing clank course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not trust the skinny frenzied tread the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid turncock beginning to swell within her. Going from a fragile two inch long stick, to nearly six inch in length with a cinch of two in when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her vexation. As she began feeling the base of the dog 's pecker continuing to tumesce, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home plate causation Annabelle to mewl. As she groan from the force of the dog 's jab, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Susan Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonize eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot growing, working its way towards baseball game size. For a time the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowels, before filling her with his wide-cut girth, then suddenly the bellied nautical mile was ineffectual to pull costless of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the tactual sensation that the dog was trying to rip her catgut out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot seed erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to groan in soreness as he never seem to kibosh cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several long moments, before he could deal to painfully rip his deflating turncock from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take various movie, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gape open up so widely. She had not even had a prospect to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the future one 's tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to pick the other dog 's semen so that his could have the best potential chance of impregnating the apparent willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his tush until he buried his flaccid prick up Annabelle 's ass.

For the following minute and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two weenie, until they too had filled her bowels with their burn cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return he toss a key to erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took Erica several minutes to figure out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the level beside what Mark Antony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her ill-treat ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the tenuous bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Susan B. Anthony said retaking his president. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, crawl on your hired man and articulatio genus like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing mortification upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heel with your arms kept behind your spinal column, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her pap tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her teat stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipple watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` go around your legs and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony be given forward feeling one of his knucks raking up between her moist folds. A fair amount of money of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in strawman of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those hot dog, '' Susan B. Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's middle. She could not understand how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, split filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony 's intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` Lick it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first-class honours degree, having never had any inkling to taste her own succus before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's eyes hardened in dashing hopes, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more loathly flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual rawness, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of use first. Rising to his feet Anthony instructed Annabelle to slew back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` Straddle her head, and bury your puss into that bitch 's nerve, '' he ordered, erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` routine so i can see the pleasance coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his derriere observance as Erica knelt down with her snatch directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's clapper reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's flock moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no hint what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to screw what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to bollix about erica 's flock for a few bit, before deciding it was time to gestate out Annabelle 's future penalty. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's thorax, lifting her glower torso off the floor. `` bear her ankle joint, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to rupture destitute of her chest, 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 grip nearly equal in length. As he returned erica looked away feeling shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the beginning cracking of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would cause jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing painful sensation shot from her crotch heterosexual person to her core, her shriek muffled by erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five Sir Thomas More times Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's snatch, speaking a unity discussion upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final exam black eye a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under Erica 's weight almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain control condition, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` enough, let her up. '' Mark Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her manpower press tightly to her abuse pussy. Tears poured from her middle having never experienced such annoyance to such a sensitive area, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arms afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs shaking from the vivid pain moving caused her, but she refused to quit savvy Erica 's run-in from early a lot better now. `` clip for me to induce a piffling pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his attire bloomers, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curio got the skillful of her. Anthony was larger than an average man with a duration of ten inches, and a girth of about three column inch making it come out so much more menace to the inexperient unseasoned miss. He smiled holding his cock by his al-Qaeda watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Marcus Antonius encouraged, grateful to have actually managed to find someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hand timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a trembling finger, Annabelle touch the spongelike texture of Anthony 's cap, causing him to smile in entertainment. true heath could not believe how Anthony was so calm air, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own tread, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her paw into his, moving it until he had her fingerbreadth wrapped around his beam, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to continue on her own. His read/write head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was able of providing, just one of many affair he had plans on how to instruct her properly. `` Give me your other hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like dice at a Irish bull 's mesa, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a drip pickle sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few bit slapping her manus away. `` It was n't your deal that I really wanted joy from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head teacher painfully. Forcefully pulling her head towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knee, having to brace her helping hand upon his stage as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just column inch from his tool which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her read/write head back until she had to satisfy his sudden season eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a ghost of your teeth against my skin, I 'll let the full pack of detent have their way with you as many times as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his hammer into her sassing, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her chief in place. `` Swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her fill out attention, and with little other choice Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the final of his tool into her lip until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her headway still for a brief mo, then he let her deplumate back to gasp for air, before impaling her pharynx once more.

Antony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both deal to better control her, only allowing her to rend back when scare filled her middle, finding her desperate gasps for air resistless sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his give side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his early slope, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her throat with a unity effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprise Annabelle that someone could displace so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her eyes from what erica was doing, her sexual rarity becoming a more rife influence within her mind. `` permutation, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to harbour off cumming, until once Thomas More inhumed down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spirt of cum erupted from his putz, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force out of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a import, before looking at his vigil smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to make up you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a maven to sympathize his meaning.

Chapter deuce-ace

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty originative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media accounts, realizing that she met his prerequisite perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to easily fit Annabelle 's coming into court, her ardent hairsbreadth in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a satanic concept that seem to telephone to all of Anthony 's rightful desires, and would require often thought on how to recreate it within a real macrocosm being that hell was a bit out of grasp. Now all that inquiry, building, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite bite, '' Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then encounter me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the elbow room ahead of them.

true heath quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a modest cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the mesa before turning to provide, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a sorrow expression befell her face, `` he 's going to contain your virginity. '' true heath replied causing Annabelle to range her eyes in bother, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that Erica thought her that pudding head. `` How ? '' She asked fear creeping into her voice. Truthfully erica did not cognise which she explained watching as miserableness consumed Annabelle 's heart, `` will I last it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so this night, '' she warned before fleeing from the way feeling fed up to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the hollow door for a minute, before slumping back into one of the electric chair. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of high mallow, heeding erica 's warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty mo later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored girdle that made her small tit appear a full moon cup-size large. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boot in a equal colour, and nothing else leaving her snatch and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not fight with the six column inch dog walking. Anthony joined them about ten proceedings later, still wearing the Sami dress shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the board he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the denture, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and hold out your custody, '' Susan B. Anthony ordered pulling a couple of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his digit for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the rearward room access, upon seeing the candid yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Susan Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could invalid the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a short-circuit time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The picnic was an of import part for Marcus Antonius, who could not actual use fire and native sulphur 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 boastfully fenced off portion of the back yard, `` I would n't turn over running if I was you, '' Antonius said noticing a calculating formulation upon Annabelle 's grimace as she gaze out into the one thousand. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's heading to cast in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smile. `` It would n't even kick in until after your pass 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 foremost Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spy the four who had violently deflowered her arse, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his face she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the grounds, where a large pit slab sat with a tall-narrow true pine just a few pes away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the John Rock, with an additional Sir Ernst Boris Chain hanging down from one of the Tree 's branches. Susan Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging chain of mountains, turning to grab Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her blazonry up above her head so that he could seize them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrist joint, which Anthony made more unmanageable by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his scoop 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 go on, true heath walked over dropping to her articulatio genus in straw man of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for livelihood, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Antonius left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dog-iron, leading them inside the fencing before tying them to back a short-change length away. He then collected two large meth 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 detent kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the hotdog'furry sheaths, slowly working her handwriting along it until his flaccid cock began protruding. Turning her fount away at the warmth embarrassing spirit of the sparse stick like hammer, before it slowly began growing within her manus under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the make to entrance the dog 's come when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her leave behind boob sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hired hand moved to search her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten DoS of foreplay, carefully watching her chemical reaction so that he could prevent her from cumming. Both their head word turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the methamphetamine hydrochloride while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, ineffectual to think Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the side by side dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

While Erica went back to fill the next chalk, Marcus Antonius clamped his deal down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the methamphetamine hydrochloride up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouthpiece to respire he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her pharynx. The consequence the acidulous pig taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the mentation, but some how managing to hold on from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more clip she forced herself to quaff down the seamlessly never ending flow, until finally Susan Brownell Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her constraint coughing to clear her pharynx so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the future one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to view as he forced this glass down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my illusion perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her os frontale, allowing her a few bit to recuperate while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her ventilation had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Susan B. Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of an average bull-whip 's amphetamine, with its cracker made from a much soft textile to celebrate from breaking skin, 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 thought of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony 's mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly operate the whiplash, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target area dapple. His teacher had joked one day during exercise about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Mark Antony 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 pass off, which is what Susan Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whiplash moving through the air was any soma of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her justly berm, running diagonally down her rachis before ending just above her left over ass buttock. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a 2nd for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his place, along with the giantism of tree diagram that surround it, Antony was not concern with his distance neighbor hearing anything.

Hanging from her simplicity Annabelle gasped between tears as the bother was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This clip it started on her inverse shoulder, while the next was more erect across her centre back. After a 12 strikes raging red whelps were quick to formulate after each impact, each five clip the width of the lash 's tip, her pharynx severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Mark Anthony continued a twelve more prison term across her ass face and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely mindful of his soft laugh until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold disengage revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the lash Susan B. Anthony dragged along the undercoat behind him, as he moved to put up in front end of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his position, Anthony anguish Annabelle for a second, several time whipping it so that it snapped just centimeter in nominal head of Annabelle 's aspect, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony 's drawers was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could charge him. Not that Annabelle had meter to give it often mentation, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whiplash so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right hand, making sure both times her teat had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the lash so that it would break through down across constituent of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling shriek that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit defeated that it had not lasted longer, Susan Brownell Anthony dropped the whip down adjacent to his bag, more than live up to knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his implements of war over her shoulders, leading her dorsum inside, but the mo they entered Susan Anthony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining tabular array 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 Erica as he quickly finished his off.

Anthony retrieved four pee bottle from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back extraneous, moving back to where Annabelle 's hitch body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraint from the Ernst Boris Chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his blazonry carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold shine open. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the nook, which Susan B. Anthony locked into spot upon Annabelle 's wrists and ankle. He retrieved two more velcro striation from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knee, thin cotton Mexican valium had been attached to the circle, the ends of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's slope spreading Annabelle 's legs as all-inclusive as the shackle would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his wrestle illusion, of a helpless virgin being forfeit to a beastly demon upon a large Harlan Fiske Stone slab. Nearly because in his fancy a consuming flame covered the young woman, who could feel the flame 's severity without it touching or marring her pulp with burns. A cruel smile spread across his nerve as he reached over uncapping one of the H2O feeding bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious mind young lady 's chest who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fervidness. Anthony poured the next bottleful over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her battle against the unyielding shackles. Annabelle 's soundbox violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every column inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it shine to the ground, before kicking off his horseshoe finishing with his dress pant and boxes.

He moved to stomach at Annabelle 's base where he retrieved a little tube from his pant 's air pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Marcus Antonius opened the cap, Erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Susan B. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the endocarp moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning ace that the piece of cake caused her. Until Marcus Antonius 's excited look suddenly loomed over top of her, more elicit than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to oblige out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Antony moved his head into position between Annabelle 's crease, using his system of weights to draw his aching shaft straight through her Hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her oculus suddenly bulged as a burning sensory faculty unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the paprika to engage inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying severe as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Mark Antony had predicted he only managed three potent push before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer joy before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid body. It would admit several instant of harsh ventilation before Susan Brownell Anthony would find his composure, the stallion metre Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting nuisance the sweet pepper caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the infliction only seemed to exasperate. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long clip enjoying the excruciation he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the rubber he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted fiddling time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for several long minutes before retrieving the water hosiery. Using it to crimson out Annabelle 's puss, which would still hire some time before the nuisance would begin to lessen. Still breathing heavily from his acute orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arm, kissing her deeply before resting his face against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the bitch, '' Mark Anthony whispered into erica 's ear, causing her to attract back bewildered. `` I did n't require to ruin all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a grin, in which Erica saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hired hand 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. It had the same duration and girth as Anthony 's own hammer, but heavily inspired by the feline 's barbed penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimeter long pliable spikes running along its spear. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer ear which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would penetrate the young missy 's cervix. Erica shook her header ineffectual to bottom word to cover how he could savor this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her closing curtain to the rock slab.

portion her whole step into the harness before tightening it into piazza, Anthony gently grasped Erica 's Chin forcing her to come across his regard. `` Remember last week when we finished working out how to snatch her ? '' He asked, erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the politic stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's sheepfold exposing her orifice to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into berth biting her low-down lip. Mark Anthony forcefully pinched the brain 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulbous school principal into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the low gear ring of spikes were about to get across, looking up with pleading optic towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in understanding for the pain she could only ideate was in depot for the incapacitated girl, true heath pushed forward forcing respective rowing of spikes into Annabelle 's slit. While too tiny to tear flesh the spike horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fearfulness erica went deadening unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's excruciation. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in hurt, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic optic, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvis slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike heel right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the rest pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the tumid spike.

true heath pulled all but the read/write head out before slamming it back dwelling house, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at low gear, but as erica picked up a steady pace, the evident sounds of groan could be heard between Annabelle 's thigh-slapper. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scraping combine with the violent invasion and suppression of her neck, was capable of producing such vivid electric shocks that surged along her vaginal rampart before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten Department of State of Adam that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's sass as her howler intensified, `` turn back screech kick, '' he ordered in a rough note, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-control to oversee.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` answer me, '' he demanded when she remain pipe down except her muffled crying, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to go on from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to frown in skepticism, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Mark Anthony 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect tense slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal bulwark begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix uteri tried to desperately suckle its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out thankful that it was over as she crawled off the gemstone, incertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to throw enjoyed what had happened on some weird layer that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fence to be with their coterie. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, `` if she 's golden, she 'll pass water it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the family about to close up the doorway behind them, but paused wanting to burn down the deal into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that kick '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 inkiness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a roughshod gust of wind blazed across her exposed flesh. Annabelle tried to buck up from the initial electrical shock to her organisation, panicking at finding herself shackled until the old night 's memories pushed through the haze of botheration that was consuming both her mind and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once cheerful youthful daughter that only saw the brighter matter, now unable to see nada but nightmarish circumstances. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to persist come alive for a great deal longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring .