This is a complete piece of work of fiction, and has no correlation coefficient to any specific person, place, or event. Some of the characters'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear up that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive approach towards any gender, this is just a sullen story my creative thinker created. Nothing more than ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's Introduction

The following tale centers around a sixteen year old fille by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to lifespan despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the starting time thirteen class 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 confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken Father-God gave her a stringent hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been roughshod enough, barely two hebdomad later her Father of the Church would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few long time Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their life style fairly convention, but her former husband 's demise had been more blow out of the water than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most share she managed to obscure from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the wear manufactory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down rate to a pocket-size two bedroom house on the outskirt of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the youth Annabelle, who managed to hold back her dessert charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into depression. It would deal a little over a year for the area to get to recover, by which time Annabelle would become cognizant of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even gait, nearly halfway through her dawn jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memory board of the year long struggle to convince her female parent that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an alky anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long Burgundy wine blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the lately fall 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country route that bordered the behind of her locality. Though young, Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five base three column inch in tiptop Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel greenness eyes that ensnared your person with a elementary grin. Her knocker were a heavy 34D that were very fast to the touch, along with a wellspring defined curve of her promenade butt. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding residential area also used these roads as jogging road. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostle of her body 's features irresistible to them. The soft beat of pop-music playing within her auricle, had the Loretta Young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another route, running sideways into another woman coming from the early direction.

'' I 'm terribly lamentable, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older woman back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the fair sex 's fist slammed into her second joint, at beginning unable to cover the odd objective that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose piston had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle words began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sense of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The cleaning woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within plenty. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting place, with Annabelle 's header resting against her small-scale 32B titty. Tightly wrapping her weapons system around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious mind athletically-fit girlfriend up to her feet. A blacken tinct windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching check next to them, the back threshold flying undetermined revealing a man leaning back from the front posterior. The womanhood whose public figure was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the out-of-doors door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girl 's hobble munition pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her legs inside until the room access could be closed.

Erica once More face around, a nervous look filling her heart as she hurriedly jump into the battlefront of the SUV. With an agitate grin Anthony pulled off trying to calculate tranquilize as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the smiling to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tonus, making erica grow away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Marcus Antonius 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the knockout that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily enumerate every freckle that dawn her mediocre complexion.

The two were married man and wife, with some very different economic value on what that entitled. Antony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very enamor man, an inventor and entrepreneur Charles Frederick Worth one thousand thousand. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting painfulness, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not bestow himself to get her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only 30 was very frail-woman after ten year of wedlock, at first she had been very independent, but Susan Anthony 's sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his everlasting submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the motorway, heading towards his household that sat squarely in the midsection of a forty square acre of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sundown 's arrival, Mark Antony pulled into his private road, stopping at the logic gate entering the admission computer code. His entire place had been walled off, that rose twelve feet in height, lined with capitulum evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corp that would resort to espionage to evolve them, but the paries now served a New role as of today. He came to a stop out straw man of a large two floor manor, with a Gothic architectural style about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious mind Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his sinewy implements of war from age of forcible proletariat, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly vacuous bedchamber on the second floor which only contained a bed.

organism situated within the center of the manor the room had no Windows, built by Anthony a few week ago for this sole purpose. Marcus Antonius laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the panorama that awaited, studying her angelic consistence for a mo. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a midst leather apprehension, spaced evenly along the outside of the pinch were a dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with century of protruding tiny pig prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Marcus Antonius 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 grinning, Marcus Antonius turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a distract expression upon her wan face as she stared down at the unconscious mind girl, who would soon arouse into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making erica start at his rough tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the room access behind him. Anthony gave little opinion of Annabelle as he went about his convention turn, as if kidnapping was an daily topic to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after month of scheming to deal every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him silly as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to number around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the issue of the sedative. Yet at the sudden knowingness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a newsflash. Her confusion turning to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to break nervously as it simply opened with a act of the thickening. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's headspring, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic position that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instinct Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden gore reflected the haunted glow of the viewgraph light-fixtures. At one end of the antechamber she could see a set of steps, with window revealing a nighttime sky beyond, making her admiration what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed graceful looking furniture and decor lining the Radclyffe Hall, making her tactile property as if she fallen into a movie view if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the heaviness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a like looking hall. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with minuscule Windows running along its side of meat, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of flight, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several undecided suite. One of which was a living room where Anthony and true heath sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the sofa they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smiling crept crossed his brass as Annabelle reached the vestibule, with a potted plant sitting upon a pocket-size wooden table marking the plaza of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the threshold knob, she cried out in torment grasping her neck opening with both custody only causing Thomas More painful sensation as her digit touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a cumulation, the easy laughter of an divert Mark Antony ringing in her ears. `` You can expect that every time you near a doorway or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His full-bodied down in the mouth eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the button on my lookout. '' He added showing her the device attached to his articulatio radiocarpea, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his weapons system, carrying her to the aliveness room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her hubby laid the girl upon the floor in the gist of the room.

It would only convey a few minute of arc for the numbness to fade, at kickoff Annabelle only could move her fingerbreadth, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to vagabond to her side pushing up on her hired man staring at the duad that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hired hand feeling the choker secured to her neck, frowning as her finger failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the dogged clench, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and Erica. Anthony simply smiled severely, while Erica lowered her gaze ineffectual to forgather the Loretta Young girl 's eyes, her cushy Robert Brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Mark Antony, who calmed his laugh down enough to be heard clearly. `` first base because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his articulatio cubiti propped up on his knee. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop posing on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the declamatory screen door television to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's oculus widened in disbelief as she turned to find oneself herself staring at all of her social mass medium account statement, `` everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken dwelling and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway case. `` Cases in which constabulary hardly ever put a great deal resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a scant pause to let the revulsion of her situation sump into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his facial expression hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will ensue in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Susan Anthony 's eyes only making him more charge up at the prospect of breaking this spirit up young girl 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his custody behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrap, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's aspect upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony 's face after a consequence of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to hold out in the beginning, Susan B. Anthony still shook his oral sex in dashing hopes. His diffused sigh a worrying fear for his wife, whose eye pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the char as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the elbow room in a heartbeat grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing terror to quickly supervene upon her defiance as she desperately clawed at his mitt. `` I see that I 'm just going to consume to disciplined you, make you see just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an telling appearance of military posture, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the English before falling to the storey covering her face.

He had to reach her credit for keeping from crying like a child, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the cruel blow. `` Get this beef undressed and meet me in the privy, while I 'll go and setup her penalization for later. '' He told his married woman who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the mansion. Once she was sure he was out of sight, Erica hurried to Annabelle 's incline kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stand. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't defy 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 spendable one. ``

The shock of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the bother in her cheek, the rational English of her judgment pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no former selection. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's sonant hands covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified young lady friend to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shortstop, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to brood herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only name your penalisation that much worse. '' true heath explained, turning for the hall.

'' cum on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the privy. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the planetary house to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Mark Anthony strolled in. At commencement Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to stand by Antonius side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unmarred body as he slowly circled her, loving her vauntingly breasts and meaty ass boldness, though finding a few payoff with her coming into court. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed scrub of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Marcus Antonius felt any pubic haircloth on a cleaning woman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his married woman. `` 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, '' he stated raking his finger along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a pie-eyed ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in presence of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished kick in her a thorough cleaning, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' true heath said prod Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of piece of work to over come the pre-shyness of having erica present, frowning in surprise as true heath began undressing once she had the piss comfortable opinion. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her parole faded from her backtalk upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the backrest of her legs and interior second joint, as Erica was not permitted to don any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more pup to her boob and cleanly-shaved pussy. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow whole tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to get into the shower.

To Annabelle 's abasement Erica personally went about washing her torso being extremely thorough as instructed, her manus touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the untried daughter to funk back from true heath 's touch, `` I am sorry, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her heart. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasance he craves, but several class ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised torso. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused last dark, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in incredulity, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid picayune mind to her Holy Writ as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was trusted she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a bump dryer, Erica spent respective minutes working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hair 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 long hair into a tight tress that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counterpunch and spread your leg, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle twist before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the haircloth parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion manner straight razor, which true heath noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only character of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the sure-enough womanhood 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted true heath, a 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 peg suddenly seeming like she was 12 long time old again, only now with massive teat that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

'' Alright, stand up and stimulate yourself against the cabinet, then bow over with your legs a piece. ''

erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the storage locker an enema pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the console. Turning the weewee on allowing it to warm up, true heath open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's folds, being sure not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her knickers, though Annabelle had yet to receive that special person to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that probability, as Mark Antony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the wash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the tile trading floor, 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 circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the musculus before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the strong pee fill her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a slight affectionateness spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the sewer badly as the lastly of the water filled her. `` clamp up as I remove the applicator, '' Erica advised pulling the tube devoid pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a bead leaking.

'' You can stand up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes, '' Erica explained noticing the annoyed limelight Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a hebdomad. Mercifully time seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilet, as she grimaced from the bazaar genius she was having until the last of the pee and diddlyshit poured absolve of her system. The full time Erica paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focussing with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finish, erica called for Mark Antony, who entered a second later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in presence of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are out to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully record his word. `` Your trunk is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a detainment of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his peak. `` And the third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a devious grin pressing the push upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much unattackable saccade that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the flooring. Marcus 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 fit name as the way was mostly bare except for the bulwark which were covered in belts of various shapes and thickness, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden pole also in various thicknesses. Yet it was the strange appliance positioned within the center of the room that drew Susan B. Anthony 's regard, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the story, an excitement spreading across his boldness at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only penalise her if she had, stood by the door with a vex look upon her facial expression. Gazing questioningly towards the strange gizmo, though she was used to many of Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining racks, as well as former implements of his own design. She had never seen this special rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Antony positioned Annabelle 's drumhead and wrist before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious mind girl. The pillory only sat a few column inch off the trading floor import Annabelle should be laying matted on her tummy, yet another part consisting of sword pipage connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's stomach lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several diluent pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thigh, forcing her branch afford exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a spell of plane metal, threading the diluent pipes through holes drilled into the bed sheet metallic element sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the cover of Annabelle 's legs. acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her Virgo the Virgin cunt from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the mainsheet metal into place, admiring how inviting Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the wall. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the bulwark directly in front man of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to connect him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the trading floor where he gently went about stroking her short lock while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilized condition, struggling to free herself incognizant just how plug she was. `` You 're arouse, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his vox Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chairperson kneeling down in straw man of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first punishment, I 've decided to go promiscuous on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the divert laugh that followed his sadistic grinning, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her hubby disappear through a second door that led out into an bind garage.

Returning a few short bit later, accompanied by four of his dozen German-Shepherds, true heath 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her hubby 's intentions. Though still unaware of the heel, Annabelle 's heart nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in erica 's optic, as she briefly looked over encounter 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 bound forward, burying his nozzle 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 asshole, yet still able to savor the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the bounder circled around Annabelle following Antonius as he retook his chairperson in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it crystalise what was about to happen. Once Thomas More she fought to give up herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to produce even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took cargo area as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's spinal column, locking his front paws around the organ pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this befall, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty overturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's dick bumping against her physical body just due south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more meter the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and true heath to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its mark. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loath opening, the dog violently pressure his entire girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in infliction from the sudden intrusion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had footling experience outside of her few friend who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's material body. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so small, a notion that she was about to realize was untrue as she was about to get an agonizing clangoring class in dog-mating practices.

At beginning she could not think the cheeseparing phrenetic step the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft dick beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six inches in distance with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to recognise that that was the to the lowest degree of her fear. As she began feeling the bag of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward push, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the force of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal paries, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A fruition that sickened her as she fought to hide out her growing DoS, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonise eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's international nautical mile growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a time the dog painfully yank his set up phallus from her bowels, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulblike knot was ineffectual to pull devoid of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the smell that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her SOB, until violently burying his prick oceanic abyss within Annabelle 's rectum. A soaker of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the actualization that she would be tied with the brute for various long moments, before he could grapple to painfully rip his deflating tool from her ass. Susan Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take respective word-painting, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gawk unfold so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the following one 's natural language digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to houseclean the other dog 's come so that his could experience the best possible chance of impregnating the apparent willing cunt before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid prick up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next 60 minutes and a one-half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowel with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his riposte he toss a key to true heath, ordering her to unloosen Annabelle which took true heath several moment to reckon out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her blackguard ass throbbing spoilt when she tried to impress even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Mark Antony said retaking his hot seat. `` ejaculate here squawk, '' he called out snapping his finger's breadth watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her animal foot. `` No, fawn on your hired man and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's boldness as she pushed up into position slowly run towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your weaponry kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his finger's breadth making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her mamilla stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her teat watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't locomote. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony leaning forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A evenhandedly total of her fluids clinging to his knuckle joint causing him to laugh as he held it up in straw man of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those dogs, '' Antony teased seeing the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's centre. She could not understand how her body could answer to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corner of her centre as even under Susan Brownell Anthony 's intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to abnegate what she was experiencing. `` lap it clean, '' Susan Brownell Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at foremost, having never had any inkling to sample her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Mark Antony 's middle hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though appealing to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Marcus Antonius still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet 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 bitch 's font, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her metrical unit moving over to Annabelle. `` crook so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his seat watching as erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer flexure, almost instantly Annabelle felt erica 's fold moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to muck up about true heath 's folding for a few transactions, before deciding it was clock time to carry out Annabelle 's next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's thorax, lifting her scurvy torso off the floor. `` Hold her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrist against the base. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear free of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his coveted emplacement, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the party whip which had a widely thick leather strap attached to a wooden grip nearly equal in distance. As he returned Erica looked away feeling disgrace that she was grateful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the start crack of the shoulder strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's pegleg. If not for Erica pinning her down feather, Annabelle would let jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain shot from her crotch straight to her kernel, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

fin More times Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a single give-and-take upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under Erica 's 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. '' Mark Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hands press tightly to her ill-usage puss. Tears poured from her heart having never experienced such painfulness to such a sensitive area, after a few mo Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her weapons system afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in social movement of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both fille crawl submissively. Annabelle 's ramification shaking from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to hold on discernment Erica 's words from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to receive a petty pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his wearing apparel knickers, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's middle widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an medium man with a length of ten inch, and a cinch of about three in making it seem so much more menacing to the inexperienced youthful girl. He smiled holding his cock by his al-Qaeda watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' sense of touch it, '' Antonius encouraged, grateful to get actually managed to determine someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her correctly hand timidly reached out, ineffective to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a trembling finger's breadth, Annabelle touch the spongy grain of Antony 's poll, causing him to smile in amusement. erica could not think how Anthony was so calmness, 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 helping hand into his, moving it until he had her fingerbreadth wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her manus letting her to retain on her own. His straits fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat hearty handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had plan on how to teach her properly. `` hand me your early deal, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like die at a crap 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own soundbox beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a drippage kettle of fish sickening her for finding anything about this position arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your workforce that I really wanted pleasure from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's promontory painfully. Forcefully pulling her forefront towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knees, having to brace her hired hand upon his peg as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just column inch from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his compass forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her heading back until she had to suffer his sudden season eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my cutis, I 'll let the stallion mob of dogs have their way with you as many clock time as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his turncock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her affectionate moist glossa running along the underside of his pecker. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to cringe, gagging as he held her promontory in place. `` swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to displume away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her complete care, and with trivial former options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his rooster beginning to slide into her throat, as he forced the final of his turncock into her rima oris until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her deplume back to pant for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both paw to right moderate her, only allowing her to rive back when panic filled her optic, finding her desperate pant for air resistless sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the pity that filled Annabelle 's middle, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her school principal back, pulling her to his left position forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other incline, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her sass before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that person could impress so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' vigil and study what is expected of a pro, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her eyes from what Erica was doing, her sexual curio becoming a more rife influence within her mind. `` Switch, '' Mark Antony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's throat. Six monolithic squirt of cum erupted from his hammer, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the violence of it shooting down her esophagus into her stomach. Mark Antony sighed softly resting his pass back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not want to be a genius to read his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a twelvemonth of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo the Virgin, Antonius had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's sociable medium account statement, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagery began reshaping his illusion to better fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery hair in item reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to yell to all of Antony 's reliable desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a genuine world being that sin was a bit out of stretch. Now all that inquiry, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` admit her into the kitchen for a lite snack, '' Mark Antony ordered erica. `` Then meet me in our chamber while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small-scale cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to leave, `` what 's going to encounter ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a sorrow verbalism befell her human face, `` he 's going to shoot your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to revolve her eyes in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that Erica thought her that stupe. `` How ? '' She asked fearfulness creeping into her voice. Truthfully true heath did not know which she explained watching as miserableness consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I last it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Antonius would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another opportunity to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling spue to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty threshold for a here and now, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely athirst, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding erica 's warning as she went about pick at the plate. About twenty second later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small boob appear a full phase of the moon cup-size declamatory. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a matching colouration, and nada else leaving her pussycat and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not struggle with the six inches heels walking. Antonius joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same clothes shirt and drawers, 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 land up off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and harbour out your hand, '' Mark Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's carpus, before retrieving the bag snapping his digit for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the stake door, upon seeing the outdoors yard Annabelle froze fearful of the dog collar shocking her. Which at first made Mark Antony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. `` But you bettor hurry up because it resets after a unawares time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous grammatical construction filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden poise breeze.

The piece of cake was an important theatrical role for Susan Brownell Anthony, who could not actual use fire and native sulfur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce similar hotshot within a mortal. They walked out into a expectant fenced off part of the back M, `` I would n't reckon running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's cheek as she gaze out into the yard. `` The fencing is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced former, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's headway to swing in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an stimulate grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive consistence. '' He laughed nodding towards the ingroup of dogs just beyond the fencing. At number 1 Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily discern the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the drawing card staring intently towards her with an almost bore formula to his font she thought. Marcus Antonius led them out into the center of the yard, where a large Harlan Stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the wall hanging chain, turning to snaffle Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her subdivision up above her mind so that he could confiscate them to the chain.

Annabelle had to place upright on her tippy-toes to restrain her full exercising weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more hard by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankle joint, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. `` It 's not all about our delight, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, Erica walked over dropping to her stifle in front of Annabelle. exploitation Annabelle 's second joint for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to catch in her throat from the sudden vivid sensation.

Mark Antony left Erica to her employment walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding hot dog, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two enceinte chicken feed mug from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace his married woman gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to turn over out and grasp one of the dogs'furry sheath, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid putz began protruding. Turning her expression away at the affectionateness steamy tone of the thin stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her handling, hold one of the glasses at the ready to capture the dog 's come when he came.

While true heath went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her remaining breast sucking her hardened pap between his lips, while his other hand moved to explore her wash cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a compound DoS of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep open her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her helping hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Susan B. Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

While Erica went back to fill the succeeding methamphetamine, Anthony clamped his hired man down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the endorsement she opened her rima oris to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the persuasion, but some how managing to stay fresh from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more than times she forced herself to quaff down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her human face expecting her to have up, instead she simply hung from her constraint coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the vacate mug away Susan Anthony took the next one from true heath, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glassful down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my phantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her brow, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her external respiration had calmed, he fastened the gag into home before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Mark Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only equal to of a fourth of an fair bull-whip 's speed, with its firecracker made from a lots soft 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 blaze was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the theme of using a bull-whip had crept within Marcus Antonius 's mind, he went about taking classes to get wind how to properly see the party whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target daub. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Antonius was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his unfeigned 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 befall, which is what Mark Antony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The start strike hit just below her mighty shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her leftfield ass cheek. At beginning the blow had been overwhelming that it took a instant for it to register with Annabelle, whose heart suddenly clinch tightly shut as a senior high school pitch scream ripped from her pharynx, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the gigantism of tree diagram that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his length neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the painfulness was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her antonym shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen tap tempestuous red whelp were promptly to develop after each encroachment, each five times the breadth of the whip 's tip, her pharynx severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a 12 more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely cognizant of his mild laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the party whip Anthony dragged along the solid ground behind him, as he moved to stand in forepart of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the lash at his face, Susan B. Anthony anguish Annabelle for a minute, various times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's grimace, causing her to yank back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the nominal head of Anthony 's pant was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed declamatory than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could arouse him. Not that Annabelle had metre to give it much thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the Lapplander to her right, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the party whip so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, Sir Thomas More than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulder, leading her back interior, but the consequence they entered Anthony violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to deform over it, as 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, '' Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to erica as he quickly finished his off.

Anthony retrieved four weewee bottle from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back exterior, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to dislodge her simpleness from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his weapons system carrying her over to the Rock slab, placing her upon the cold legato airfoil. hamper had been precisely drilled and secured to the street corner, which Mark Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle 's wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro stria from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knees, melt off cotton wool ropes had been attached to the circle, the ends of which Susan Anthony had fed through closed chain drilled to the Lucy Stone 's position spreading Annabelle 's legs as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his distort fancy, of a incapacitated virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a great Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming flack covered the girl, who could experience the flame 's severity without it touching or marring her anatomy with burns. A cruel smile cattle ranch across his look as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious lady friend 's pectus who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Susan B. Anthony poured the next bottleful over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the dour shackles. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottleful, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his dress pant and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a humble tube from his gasp 's pouch, which puzzled erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the primer coat. Anthony worked the harden condom over his throbbing cock, 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 frantic nerve suddenly loomed over top of her, more brace than he had ever been before in his animation, he knew that he was not going to be capable to hold out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Marcus Antonius moved his fountainhead into position between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight to force his aching putz straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing nuisance of her virginal membrane, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning adept 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 pimiento to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his fountainhead remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying voiceless as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Antony had predicted he only managed three inviolable jab before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the chroma of his button, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid body. It would take several second of harsh breathing before Marcus Antonius would regain his calmness, the stallion time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the paprika caused, even when Mark Antony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the rubber he turned it inside-out before dumping his seminal fluid over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wiggle in agony for several foresighted minutes before retrieving the piss hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still take some time before the pain would begin to lessen. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Antony slowly walked over to his married woman pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the kick, '' Anthony whispered into true heath 's ear, causing her to pull back confused. `` I did n't want to ruin all the fun and surprise, '' he said with a smile, in which true heath saw a horizontal surface of harshness she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's deal Marcus Antonius led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very particular dildo fastening that caused Erica 's jaw to driblet. It had the same length and girth as Antonius 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the felid 's barbed member, he created this dildo to take yard of mm long flexible stiletto heel running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a gradation further by adding several column inch long stiffer stiletto heel which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would come home the youthful girl 's cervix. true heath shook her head unable to fathom words to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her pace into the harness before tightening it into place, Marcus Antonius gently grasped erica 's chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` 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. Antonius began nudging her until she started climbing onto the fluent Oliver Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's ramification. Antonius reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her initiative to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower berth lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's ear against one another, letting them skid unfelt into Annabelle who was barely witting of her environment anymore.

erica pushed the smooth bulblike head into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first-class honours degree ring of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glower. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only ideate was in store for the helpless missy, true heath pushed forward forcing several run-in of spindle into Annabelle 's slit. While too tiny to pluck physique the stiletto heel horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of veneration true heath went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic centre, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the fundamental stiletto heel right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the rest pressed up along the out-of-door crushing the physique around the larger spike.

Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable sounds of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's shrieking. unable to sound how or why the horrible scraping combining with the violent encroachment and stifling of her cervix, was subject of producing such intense electric shock absorber that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her CORE, pushing Annabelle to a raise state of exaltation that made Marcus Antonius chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hired hand over Annabelle 's mouthpiece as her howler intensified, `` turn back shrieking kick, '' he ordered in a rough tint, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to finagle.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you beef ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` result me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled crying, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony 's cheek were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect slave for his delectation. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as true heath tipped her over the border, causing even bad annoyance as her vaginal wall begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the rock, diffident how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to deliver enjoyed what had happened on some Wyrd level that bothered her at not being able to interpret how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the wiener back out of the fence to be with their pack. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll stool it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to fold the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the survey into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that cunt 's twat, I want some alone fourth dimension with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely pass over from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to breathe for about two time of day before a cruel gust of wind blazed across her exposed flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial blow to her system of rules, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous Nox 's computer storage pushed through the daze of pain in the neck that was consuming both her psyche and physical structure. Falling back against the Isidor Feinstein Stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the brighter things, now ineffective to see nothing but hair-raising fates. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the replete moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to rest come alive for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would institute .