This is a complete body of work of fable, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event. Some of the characters'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor support any violently and aggressive attack towards any sex, this is just a obscure report my psyche created. Nothing More ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's foundation

The trace narrative shopping mall around a 16 year old girl by the gens of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very venerating teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life sentence had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to world when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many eld finally divorced. The XIII year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken Church Father gave her a mingy hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her os frontale. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a waste multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their life sentence as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's mother managed to hold open their life style fairly normal, but her former hubby 's death had been more floor than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the well-nigh part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their surface area closing many occupation, including the wearable factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the untested Annabelle, who managed to maintain her sweet-flavored enamour personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into natural depression. It would take a little over a year for the domain to start out to retrieve, by which time Annabelle would become cognisant of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her female parent had left rehab. The terrible memory board of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous merging meaning Annabelle was on her own, her foresightful Burgundy wine blond hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country route that bordered the backside of her neighbourhood. Though Young, Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five human foot three inch in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone hide, with angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a round-eyed grinning. Her breasts were a expectant 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a wellspring defined curve of her amble bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding residential district also used these route as jogging routes. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body 's features irresistible to them. The easygoing musical rhythm of pop-music playacting within her capitulum, had the Thomas Young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another char coming from the other direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to facilitate the older womanhood 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 first unable to comprehend the odd physical object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a minor syringe whose plumber's helper had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle words began fading as her earthly concern begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The char nervously raked her precarious manpower through her short blonde fuzz, looking cautiously around to be sure as shooting no one was within muckle. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's implements of war pulling her into a sitting spot, with Annabelle 's mind resting against her small 32B breast. Tightly wrapping her subdivision around Annabelle 's trunk, the woman 's midget eubstance struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit lady friend up to her feet. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching stay next to them, the rearward door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front seat. The woman whose name was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the heart-to-heart door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the Pres Young girlfriend 's hitch blazonry pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs inside until the door could be closed.

true heath once more count around, a queasy look filling her center as she hurriedly jump into the movement of the SUV. With an excited grin Anthony pulled off trying to look settle down 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 grin to blow over into a blaze, as Anthony turned to meet her spooky gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tonicity, making erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Susan B. Anthony 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the peach that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily look every freckle that dawn her clean complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very sorcerous man, an inventor and entrepreneur worth 1000000. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very lots in love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of matrimony, at first she had been very fencesitter, but Anthony 's sexual and physical ill-treatment through their marriage had broken her down into his perfective tense submissive. For near of the day Antonius drove down the thruway, heading towards his rest home that sat squarely in the center of a XL square toes demesne of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the logic gate entering the access code code. His stallion property had been walled off, that rose twelve invertebrate foot in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his piece of work there were many potbelly that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the rampart now served a novel purpose as of today. He came to a stop out strawman of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural flair about its window and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his sinewy arms from years of strong-arm Labour, up the stair into a house depositing her within a nearly evacuate bedroom on the second storey which only contained a bed.

being situated within the center of the manor the way had no windows, built by Mark Anthony a few weeks ago for this resole use. Mark Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic physical structure for a second. Before retrieving a minuscule wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to give away a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a 12 metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding flyspeck copper prongs barely visible to the au naturel eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving grinning, Anthony turned to feel his married woman huddled against the door skeleton, a disruptive expression upon her sick face as she stared down at the unconscious miss, who would soon waken into a real-life incubus. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica parachuting at his rough tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Mark Anthony gave little thought process of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday issue to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after calendar month of scheming to enshroud every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him light-headed as he entered his workshop.

About an minute later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several consequence she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the result of the sedative. Yet at the sudden cognisance of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a heartbeat. Her mix-up 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 twist of the pommel. For a present moment a war raged within Annabelle 's straits, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the screen terror side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her inherent aptitude Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stair, with windows revealing a Night sky beyond, making her wonder 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 terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the step noticing the thickness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with low windows running along its side, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of relief valve, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several unfold rooms. One of which was a living elbow room where Mark Antony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager grin crept crossed his font as Annabelle reached the lobby, with a pot plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely obtrusive plant reaching out to grok the doorway knob, she cried out in agony grasping her cervix with both hands only causing Thomas More pain as her digit touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a heap, the diffuse laughter of an diverted Anthony ringing in her capitulum. `` You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off boundary, '' he stated in a soft look, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blueish optic locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the clit on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the animation way where true heath sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her hubby laid the young woman upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only take a few minutes for the spiritlessness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her slope pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the shoe collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to witness a way to remove it. The whole metre Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle conflict with the dour clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Susan Anthony and true heath. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her regard unable to meet the youth missy 's heart, her soft brownish eyes filled with guilty conscience over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Susan Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` First because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. `` And secondly you made it tardily for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large riddle television system to fall to life behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in skepticism as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social mass medium news report, `` everything I needed to have a go at it when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her get around home and drunken female parent made her a perfect runaway example. `` Cases in which constabulary hardly ever put much resourcefulness into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a short pause to let the revulsion of her situation cesspool into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his locution hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in harsh penalization. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Susan Brownell Anthony 's eyes only making him more agitate at the panorama of breaking this spirited young miss 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those swathe, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's human face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Antonius 's face after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no relocation to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to dissent in the beginning, Susan B. Anthony still shook his head in dashing hopes. His soft sigh a worrying vexation for his wife, whose centre pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Susan B. Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's ventilation off, causing panic to quickly replaced her rebelliousness as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, make water you interpret just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his clench with an impressive show of enduringness, releasing her so she could postulate a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so unvoiced that she was flung to the incline before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give 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 bump. `` Get this squawk undressed and fulfill me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her penalty for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of flock, true heath hurried to Annabelle 's side of meat 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 face. `` Please do n't dissent him, '' erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at erica with hatred filling her regard. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' Erica explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, infliction filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The electric shock of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the botheration in her cheek, the rational side of meat of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's frightened thoughts, coming to the sad recognition that at to the lowest degree for now she really had no former choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's soft deal covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the frightened unseasoned girl to bear on as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to handle herself from Erica 's regard, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your penalty that much risky. '' erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' semen on, '' erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the theater to the master key lav where they quietly waited until Antonius strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glimpse from Erica, who had moved to stand by Susan Brownell Anthony English as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Thomas Young unmutilated body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass buttock, though finding a few proceeds with her appearance. For newbie Annabelle had a neat trimmed Dubyuh of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Marcus Antonius felt any pubic hair 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 plenty. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her hanker hair, '' he stated raking his finger's breadth along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a stringent ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold up onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his fell comment, before turning back to his married woman. `` Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then holler me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their parliamentary law. `` We better get started, '' erica said nudging Annabelle towards the throne, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprisal as Erica began undressing once she had the water comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her backtalk upon seeing the red pup that ran along Erica 's rachis. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and intimate thighs, as true heath was not permitted to don any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as true heath turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussycat. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tincture as she slowly got up flushing the can, causing Erica to glower disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enroll the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation true heath personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as apprise, her custody touching home only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young missy to cringe back from true heath 's touch, `` I am dismal, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised body. `` The expectation got him highly aroused last dark, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though true heath paid little mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once true heath was sure enough 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 blow dryer, Erica spent various proceedings working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hairsbreadth which was plastered to the sides of her neck and back. It would look at twenty minute of arc for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's hanker haircloth into a fast plait that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counterpunch and spread your peg, '' Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her valued folds.

Annabelle stiffened as erica pulled out an old-fashion mode straight razor, which Erica noticed once Sir Thomas More apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only eccentric of razor he will allow for. I assure you that I will be careful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older charwoman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a component part of her instincts told her that she was at least not her enemy like Susan Brownell Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve eld old again, only now with massive mammilla that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

'' Alright, stand up and brace yourself against the cabinet, then bend over with your peg a division. ''

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the storage locker an clyster sack and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the console. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's sheep pen, being sure not to insert it too far as erica knew that Annabelle was still a Virgo. Despite many of her equal striving desperately to get into her gasp, though Annabelle had yet to find oneself that extra someone to enamor them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that probability, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the muscular tissue before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the fond water fill her bowels. At get-go Annabelle felt a slight warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden tactual sensation of needing to use the toilet badly as the concluding of the water filled her. `` clamp up as I remove the applicator, '' true heath advised pulling the tube exempt pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a bead leaking.

'' You can support up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes, '' Erica explained noticing the annoyed glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' erica added having to go through the same everyday twice a hebdomad. Mercifully prison term seem to give-up the ghost quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilette, as she grimaced from the bazar sensations she was having until the survive of the water and shit poured free of her system. The full time Erica paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her plait hair and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his word. `` Your body is thinker to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a handgrip of her allow for mammilla aggressively twisting it to underscore his point. `` And the third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. speaking of which, '' he added with a circuitous smile pressing the push button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked like to that of a radiocommunication charger, discharging a much stronger jerking that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the flooring. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the family to one of his game room, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the way was mostly unsheathed except for the wall which were covered in bash of various shapes and thickness, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden pole also in assorted heaviness. Yet it was the strange appliance positioned within the center of the room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the trading floor, an excitement spreading across his side at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

true heath, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only punish her if she had, stood by the doorway with a nonplus aspect upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining racks, as well as early implements of his own intention. She had never seen this particular wheel with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Marcus Antonius positioned Annabelle 's head and wrist before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious lady friend. The pillory only sat a few inches off the flooring meaning Annabelle should be laying mat on her stomach, yet another role consisting of steel pipework connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's venter lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipe had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thighs, forcing her peg loose exposing her untouched holes. erica was further puzzled as Mark Antony retrieved a piece of sheet metallic element, threading the diluent pipes through muddle drilled into the sheet alloy sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's legs. Acting as both a substance of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly tribute for her Virgo cunt from his intended penalty. Susan Brownell Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into station, admiring how pay for Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the paries. Pleased with his work Marcus Antonius left returning with a dining room hot seat, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to link up him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her poor locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten bit later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her freeze condition, struggling to unblock herself unaware just how plug she was. `` You 're awake, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the president kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your beginning penalization, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the entertained laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of vision. erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a indorsement door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few short-circuit minutes later, accompanied by four of his 12 German-Shepherds, true heath 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's purpose. Though still unaware of the wienerwurst, Annabelle 's heart 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 location the leader of the large number bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass face. As the dog 's yearn moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to savour the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the andiron circled around Annabelle following Susan B. Anthony as he retook his chair in expectation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it sort out what was about to chance. Once more she fought to release herself, only instead of getting barren she caused Anthony to grow even more stimulated than he had been. Instincts took detainment as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his front hand around the pipe 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 bum against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered case brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her flesh 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 Susan Anthony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant opening, the dog violently force his full cinch up inside Annabelle 's intestine, causing her to cry out in hurting from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergic reaction to dogs, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's phallus was so small, a notion that she was about to realise was false as she was about to get an agonizing clang course in dog-mating practices.

At initiatory she could not think the nigh frenetic tread the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's optic suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid cock beginning to swell up within her. Going from a reduce two in long stick, to nearly six inches in length 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 realize that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the stem of the dog 's cock continuing to well up, painfully pulling at her sphincter muscle upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home plate causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the power of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realisation that sickened her as she fought to obscure her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonise eyes.

In incredulity Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's grayback ontogenesis, working its way towards baseball sizing. For a time the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her intestine, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bellying knot was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the impression that the dog was trying to rip her grit out through her cocksucker, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A downpour of his burning hot come erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in soreness as he never seem to break cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the recognition that she would be tied with the animate being for respective long moments, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating shaft from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could charter several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gape out-of-doors so widely. She had not even had a luck to reclaim from the starting time dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's tongue digging abstruse into her loose ass, instinctively trying to clean the former dog 's semen so that his could let the upright possible chance of impregnating the apparent uncoerced bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her spinal column working his seat until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next hour and a one-half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two hot dog, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the way. Upon his return he toss a key to erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took true heath several minutes to figure out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the storey beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his chair. `` Come here cunt, '' he called out snapping his finger watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her groundwork. `` No, crawl on your hands and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing abasement upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into posture slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your bounder with your weapon system kept behind your backbone, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipple tightly between his fingerbreadth making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her tit watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't run. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly unwrap herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony angle forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist bend. A sightly amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in presence of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those hot dog, '' Susan Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes. She could not sympathise how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the recess of her centre as even under Anthony 's vivid gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` Lick it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any inkling to savour her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Susan Brownell Anthony 's heart hardened in dashing hopes, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more gross out flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Susan Brownell Anthony 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 inhume your twat into that beef 's face, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her metrical unit moving over to Annabelle. `` turn of events so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful middle, '' he added retaking his tush watching as true heath knelt down with her twat directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's lingua reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no hint what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt good or not. Susan Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to fumble about erica 's flexure for a few minutes, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle 's next penalization. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her lower trunk off the floor. `` agree her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her radiocarpal joint against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to displume justify of her breast, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired position, Marcus Antonius walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the party whip which had a all-inclusive thick leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handgrip nearly be in length. As he returned true heath looked away feeling shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to encounter what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the first crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would birth jumped cleanly through the cap when the agonizing pain dead reckoning from her privates heterosexual to her core, her howler muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five more times Susan Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a individual parole upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The concluding blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under erica 's system of weights almost managing to knock erica off her before she regain control, desperately she fought to make Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` enough, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her slope balling up with her hands pressure tightly to her maltreatment pussy. Tears poured from her heart having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive country, after a few mo Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her weapon system afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both daughter crawl submissively. Annabelle 's branch shaking from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop understanding true heath 's words from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to bear a fiddling pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress gasp, freeing his fully put up turncock from his packer. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Anthony was tumid than an modal man with a length of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it come along so much more menace to the inexperienced Loretta Young missy. He smiled holding his tool by his Base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' touch it, '' Mark Anthony encouraged, grateful to take actually managed to determine mortal so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Antonius 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right wing paw timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her view. With a rickety finger's breadth, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony 's poll, causing him to smile in amusement. Erica could not trust how Anthony was so tranquillise, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own rate, with no signal of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her hand into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her mitt letting her to stay on on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat square handjob she was equal to of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to teach 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 die at a crap 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's brass as she complied. Feeling her own dead body beginning to raise hotter, her pussy a drippage mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her manus away. `` It was n't your hands that I really wanted joy from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head painfully. Forcefully pulling her head towards him causing her to slip up hastily forward on her knee joint, having to perk up her script upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inch from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouthpiece. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to run across his sudden hardened eye as he warned. `` And if I so much as filling even a trace of your teeth against my skin, I 'll let the entire camp of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so want. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously cernuous, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Marcus Antonius slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her ardent moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his oral sex pressed into the binding of Annabelle 's throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in post. `` Swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to take a breather and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her arrant attention, and with picayune other choice Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprisal as she felt his dick beginning to slip into her pharynx, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouthpiece until her lips pressed up into his pubic haircloth. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's drumhead with both bridge player to improve control her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her oculus, finding her do-or-die pant for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to go quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the pity that filled Annabelle 's eye, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her fountainhead back, pulling her to his left side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his early side of meat, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her pharynx with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that individual could make a motion so fast while taking that giant down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take away her oculus from what Erica was doing, her sexual curiosity becoming a more prevailing influence within her mind. `` Switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's pharynx. Six monumental spurt of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the military force of it shooting down her esophagus into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his school principal back against the wall for a instant, 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 involve to be a genius to empathise his meaning.

Chapter trey

After nearly a class of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media invoice, realizing that she met his prerequisite perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fancy to estimable fit Annabelle 's show, her fiery tomentum in picky reminded him of a jpeg with a unholy conception that seem to call to all of Susan B. Anthony 's true desires, and would require much thought on how to cheer it within a literal earthly concern being that the pits was a bit out of reach. Now all that inquiry, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to windup. `` necessitate her into the kitchen for a lite collation, '' Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then meet me in our bedchamber 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 cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the tabular array before turning to exit, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a ruefulness expression befell her nerve, `` he 's going to need your virginity. '' true heath replied causing Annabelle to roll her optic in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that pudden-head. `` How ? '' She asked dread creeping into her part. Truthfully true heath did not know which she explained watching as wretchedness consumed Annabelle 's heart, `` will I survive it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the step knowing Antonius would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't have sex, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the void threshold for a minute, before slumping back into one of the chairman. Though not remotely athirst, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding erica 's monition as she went about picking at the crustal plate. About twenty minutes later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small white meat appear a full cup-size great. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a couple color, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her quotation Erica did not struggle with the six in hound walking. Anthony joined them about ten minute of arc later, still wearing the like dress shirt and trouser, a magnanimous duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the table he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to cease off what was left on the home base, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` stand up and hold out your hands, '' Mark Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his sentinel before opening the plunk for threshold, upon seeing the open yard Annabelle froze fearful of the catch shocking her. Which at first made Mark Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could incapacitate the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a short clock 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 assuredness breeze.

The breeze was an important part for Antony, who could not actual use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other agency in which to bring on similar ace within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back railway yard, `` I would n't consider running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the thou. `` The fencing is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's head to knock off in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an charge grin. `` 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 clique of firedog just beyond the fence. At for the first time Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her shit, the drawing card staring intently towards her with an almost eager verbal expression to his face she thought. Susan B. Anthony led them out into the center of the grounds, where a prominent stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few invertebrate foot away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing mountain chain attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's ramification. Susan Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging Sir Ernst Boris Chain, turning to grab Annabelle 's manpower, harshly yanking her weaponry up above her principal so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to preserve her full system of weights off her wrists, which Anthony made more unmanageable by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his air hole covering her center not wanting her to see anything still having a good deal 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, true heath walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's intimation to catch in her pharynx from the sudden intense sensation.

Antony left true heath to her work walking over to a logic gate where he find two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fencing before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two large glass fool from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgust grimace his married woman gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the detent kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to arrive at out and grasp one of the dogs'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flabby hammer began protruding. Turning her face away at the passion sticky feel of the slender joint like tool, before it slowly began growing within her hired man under her manipulation, hold one of the drinking glass at the ready to capture the dog 's semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left white meat sucking her case-hardened mammilla between his lips, while his other mitt moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to maintain her in a heighten Department of State of foreplay, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while true heath stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the future dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now fully mug back to Antony who smiled eagerly taking the affectionate tactual sensation glass.

While Erica went back to occupy the side by side field glass, Susan Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's cheek pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the meth up to her backtalk so that the second base she opened her mouth to take a breath he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The second the acidic copper penchant hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought process, but some how managing to hold open from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more sentence she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Antonius stepped back releasing her face expecting her to flip up, instead she simply hung from her control coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the abandon mug away Susan Anthony took the next one from true heath, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to see as he forced this glass down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to retrieve while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her respiration had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Susan Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only open of a fourth of an median bull-whip 's speed, with its cracker made from a practically diffuse textile to keep from breaking skin, yet still capable of producing a devastating impact.

erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the party whip, quickly rushing to her married man 's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing spotlight was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eye knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the estimate of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony 's mind, he went about taking class to take how to properly ascertain the whip, needing the power to precisely hit his specify object spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Antony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his rightful purpose for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this present moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to materialise, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing auditory sensation of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her allow for ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to cross-file with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a eminent pitch scream ripped from her pharynx, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of it of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Antony was not business concern with his space neighbor hearing anything.

Hanging from her simpleness Annabelle gasped between tears as the infliction was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the side by side C. This time it started on her opposition berm, while the following was more perpendicular across her center back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelps were quick to prepare after each impact, each five sentence the breadth of the whip 's tip, her throat severely peeved from her continuous screeching and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and second joint, Annabelle only vaguely cognisant of his cushy laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold liberate revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her simpleness realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the party whip at his face, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in nominal head of Annabelle 's fount, causing her to jerk back against her constraint. To her skepticism she spotted that the front of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, true heath even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to read how this could stir him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it a lot thought, for Anthony having grown shopworn of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left knocker, before quickly doing the Same to her rightfulness, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the lash so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle 's snatch, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit thwarted that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down adjacent to his bag, more than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the import they entered Anthony violently shoved erica forward. Who slammed into the dining mesa before being forced to bend 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 true heath as he quickly finished his off.

Antonius retrieved four water bottles from the fridge placing them next to the Oliver Stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's hitch body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her simpleness from the chemical chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his coat of arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the common cold smooth surface. shackle had been precisely drilled and secured to the recess, which Mark Anthony locked into billet upon Annabelle 's articulatio radiocarpea and ankles. He retrieved two Thomas More velcro lot from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thigh just above her knee joint, slender cotton ropes had been attached to the bands, the goal of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's peg as wide as the trammel would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his writhe fantasy, of a helpless Virgo being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a big Harlan Fiske Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fervidness covered the little girl, who could feel the fire 's hardness without it touching or marring her anatomy with burns. A cruel smiling ranch across his fount as he reached over uncapping one of the water system nursing bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious daughter 's chest of drawers who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next feeding bottle over Annabelle 's renal pelvis and second joint laughing cruelly, amused at watching her battle against the persistent shackle. Annabelle 's consistence violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it light to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his dress trouser and boxes.

He moved to endure at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a small tube from his pant 's pocket, which puzzled erica who had been silently watching in revulsion at the trial by ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Susan B. Anthony opened the cap, erica saw that a safety had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the Harlan Stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sensation that the air caused her. Until Anthony 's energise brass suddenly loomed over top of her, more emotional than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be capable to take out for very long.

Grasping the basis of his peter Anthony moved his head teacher into position between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight to force his aching cock straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain sensation of her maidenhead, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Marcus Antonius. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the pimento to absorb inside her puss, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying heavily as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Mark Anthony had predicted he only managed three potent stab 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 pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid body. It would take several minutes of harsh breathing before Antony would regain his calmness, the entire clock time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting painfulness the sweet pepper plant caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long clock time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her unseasoned body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the safe he turned it inside-out before dumping his come over her aspect, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little meter in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for several long second before retrieving the weewee hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still take some time before the pain sensation would get down to subside. Still breathing heavily from his acute orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his implements of war, kissing her deeply before resting his nerve against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to take the beef, '' Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to pull back disjointed. `` I did n't desire to ruin all the fun and surprisal, '' he said with a smiling, in which true heath saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's mitt Mark Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the net item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused erica 's jaw to drop curtain. It had the Same length and cinch as Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the felid 's burred penis, he created this dildo to throw thousands of mm long elastic spikes running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer stiletto heel which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would fathom the young young woman 's cervix uteri. true heath shook her head unable to sound words to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her finale to the rock slab.

serving her step into the harness before tightening it into stead, Anthony gently grasped Erica 's chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember last workweek when we finished working out how to abduct 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 placid stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's pegleg. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into spatial relation biting her lower lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's ear against one another, letting them fall away unfelt into Annabelle who was barely witting of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulblike top dog into Annabelle 's first step, stopping just before the first ring of spikes were about to diffuse, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glower. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only guess was in depot for the helpless little girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spindle into Annabelle 's twat. While too flyspeck to tear flesh the capitulum horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of reverence erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her constraint screaming in distress, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic optic, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvic arch slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spindle right into Annabelle 's uterine cervix, while the relief pressed up along the away crushing the flesh around the declamatory spike.

true heath pulled all but the fountainhead 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 patent sounds of moan could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. Unable to fathom how or why the atrocious scraping corporate trust with the vehement encroachment and crushing of her neck, was open of producing such intense electric shocks that surged along her vaginal bulwark before collecting within her sum, pushing Annabelle to a rise State of go that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his paw over Annabelle 's mouth as her screams intensified, `` stop screaming gripe, '' he ordered in a rough tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-control to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you holler ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the center. `` reply me, '' he demanded when she remain silence except her muffled crying, seeing disgrace within Annabelle 's regard as she nearly bit into her grim lip to prevent from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing true heath to glower in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her demarcation line. Antony 's face were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the arrant slave for his use. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the border, causing even worse pain as her vaginal bulwark begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out thankful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, incertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to receive enjoyed what had happened on some eldritch floor 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 pack. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Susan Anthony guided her towards the household, `` if she 's golden, she 'll establish it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the theater about to fill up the doorway behind them, but paused wanting to cauterize the mass into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's cunt, I want some alone clip with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging true heath up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hr before a brutal gust of wind blazed across her exposed human body. Annabelle tried to twitch up from the initial shock to her scheme, panicking at finding herself shackled until the former Nox 's storage pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her mind and organic structure. Falling back against the Lucy Stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once cheerful untested daughter that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see null but nightmarish destiny. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the to the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to continue awake for a lot retentive, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would contribute .