This is a concluded workplace of fiction, and has no correlativity to any particular person, place, or case. Some of the eccentric'personality are a bit exasperate, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a coloured storey my intellect created. Nothing Thomas More ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's initiation

The following taradiddle centers around a sixteen year old miss by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very reverential teen, that saw only the brighter English to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first 13 long time 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 geezerhood finally divorced. The xiii year old Annabelle had been forced to take in in disarray, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken beginner gave her a mingy hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her Father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their sprightliness as well.

For a few twelvemonth Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her early husband 's demise had been more offend than she expected, resulting in her developing a imbibing problem that for the most persona she managed to obliterate from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their sphere closing many business organization, including the vesture factory Annabelle 's female parent worked for, forcing them to down mark to a small two bedchamber family on the outskirt of their township. Yet none of this ever affected the offspring Annabelle, who managed to save her sweet wizardly personality, even when her own female parent'was beginning to coil into depressive disorder. It would take a picayune over a year for the orbit to begin to regain, by which clock time Annabelle would suit cognizant of her female parent 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her sunup jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The sore remembering of the class long struggle to convince her mother that she needed assist still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous get together meaning Annabelle was on her own, her longsighted burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the tardy autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though unseasoned, Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone pelt, with Angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her titty were a enceinte 34D that were very unwavering to the touch, along with a fountainhead defined curve of her mosey ass. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged aboard others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging itinerary. Whether it be manlike or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body 's feature film resistless to them. The delicate metre of pop-music performing within her capitulum, had the Thomas Young lady friend a bit distracted as she merged onto another route, running sideways into another woman coming from the former direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older woman back to her ft. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to attract back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the woman 's fist slammed into her thigh, at first unable to comprehend the odd physical object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a lowly syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle Holy Writ began fading as her humans begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the nothingness of malarkey consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky hired hand through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be for certain no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's branch pulling her into a sitting spot, with Annabelle 's head teacher resting against her small 32B chest. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's petite consistence struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girlfriend up to her fundament. A disgraceful tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching stay next to them, the rearwards door flying spread out revealing a man leaning back from the front line derriere. The woman whose public figure was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the vernal girl 's limp blazon pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her ramification inside until the door could be closed.

Erica once Sir Thomas More reckon around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excited grin Antonius pulled off trying to look quieten as he made his way towards the freeway, true heath on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windscreen. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the smile to fade into a blaze, as Anthony turned to meet her flighty gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard spirit, making erica plow away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as loyal Antonius 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious typeface turned so that Antony could easily count every freckle that dawn her mediocre complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Antonius at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very beguile man, an inventor and entrepreneur Charles Frederick Worth millions. He also was a intimate sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not bring himself to stimulate her the botheration he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of union, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony 's sexual and physical ill-treatment through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect tense submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the motorway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the centre of a forty square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Mark Anthony pulled into his private road, stopping at the gate entering the accession code. His entire dimension had been walled off, that rose 12 feet in height, lined with spindle evenly spaced along its top. With some of his oeuvre there were many pot that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the bulwark now served a novel purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a large two news report manor house, with a medieval architectural panache about its windows and spire. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from old age of physical labor, up the steps into a house depositing her within a nearly void bedchamber on the second trading floor which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the nerve center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Mark Anthony a few hebdomad ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her cherubic body for a mo. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to unwrap a thick leather shoe collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the shoe collar were a dozen metallic element angle bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundred of protruding petite copper prongs barely seeable to the naked eye. Antony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle 's neck opening, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to happen his wife huddled against the door bod, a put out expression upon her pale facial expression as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making true heath jump at his harsh tone of voice before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave piffling thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after month of scheming to encompass every Angle, it had all gone perfectly to project making him silly as he entered his workshop.

About an time of day later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the luminance that forced her to close them. For several mo she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden knowingness of the throbbing botheration coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion routine 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 turning of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's headway, between her intellectual mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind 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 command processing overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her admiration what exactly has been happening to her over the grade of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the step she passed graceful looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a picture scene if not for the sheer little terror that filled her vena with Adrenalin. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a like looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with little windows running along its side, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a way of dodging, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open air room. One of which was a aliveness room where Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified Thomas Young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An aegir smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a modest wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the room access thickening, she cried out in agony grasping her neck opening with both manus only causing more than pain as her finger touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the flooring in a bus, the soft laugh of an amused Anthony ringing in her ear. `` You can expect that every metre you near a room access or window that is off limit point, '' he stated in a easy tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich spicy eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also bump if I press the button on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where true heath sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only ingest a few arcminute for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the eternal rest of her body. Painfully she managed to pluck to her side pushing up on her hands staring at the twosome that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to absent it. The entirely meter Marcus Antonius just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding hold, before she finally gave up glaring at Antony and erica. Susan Brownell Anthony simply smiled backbreaking, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young lady friend 's eyes, her indulgent dark-brown middle filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` low because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his articulatio cubiti propped up on his knees. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop seance on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the prominent blind television to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in mental rejection as she turned to line up herself staring at all of her societal media write up, `` everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken mother made her a unadulterated runaway font. `` Cases in which police hardly ever put very much imagination into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Mark Anthony went on after a shortly interruption to let the repulsion of her site swallow hole into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my social club, fail to comply will result in harsh penalty. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Susan Brownell Anthony 's eyes only making him more excited at the scene of breaking this spirited young young lady 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his pass. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrapping, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the cushion that filled Annabelle 's case upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony 's expression after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Mark Anthony still shook his headland in dashing hopes. His soft sigh a worrying concern for his married woman, whose eye pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held zilch but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing panic to quickly interchange her defiance as she desperately clawed at his script. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, make you empathise just how severely you will bid that you had comply to me. '' He held his clench with an telling appearance of speciality, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the slope before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a sister, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left field eye, which she knew would be blackened by the venomous blow. `` Get this bitch undressed and satisfy me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her penalty for later. '' He told his married woman who nodded quickly jumping from the lounge replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the mansion house. Once she was sure he was out of sight, erica hurried to Annabelle 's face kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to aid 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 Erica with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' Erica explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, botheration filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The blow of Erica 's Word of God made Annabelle completely bury about the pain in her face, the rational position of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked thinking, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no early selection. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's piano deal covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrorize young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, acrobatic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to deal herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your punishment that much worse. '' erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' cum on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be glad with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the theater to the original bathroom where they quietly waited until Antonius strolled in. At first gear Annabelle instinctively went to compensate herself, but composed with a warning glance from true heath, who had moved to stand by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her untried unblemished body as he slowly circled her, loving her gravid bosom and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few government issue with her appearance. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed Dubyuh of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Antony felt any pubic pilus on a fair sex 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 quite a little. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's genital organ, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long hair's-breadth, '' 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 pie-eyed ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her regard, `` 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 give her a thoroughgoing cleansing, then name me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' true heath said nudging Annabelle towards the potty, while she went about getting the rain shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of oeuvre to over come the pre-shyness of having erica present, frowning in surprisal as Erica began undressing once she had the water comfy opinion. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her Good Book faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelp that ran along Erica 's cover. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the rachis of her legs and internal second joint, as Erica was not permitted to fatigue any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as erica turned revealing even more pup to her breasts and cleanly-shaved twat. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the gutter, causing Erica to frown disconcertingly saying. `` And much tough, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her helping hand touching blank space only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the Lester Willis Young girl to cringe back from erica 's touch sensation, `` I am sorry, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her optic. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasance he craves, but various geezerhood ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at erica 's bruised body. `` The expectancy got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though true heath paid little nous to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was surely she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were erica initiatory went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, erica spent several min working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hair which was plastered to the side of her neck opening and back. It would conduct twenty minutes for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long whisker into a miserly braid that stopped mid-way along her dorsum. `` Sit back on the counter and spread your ramification, '' erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle play before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her wanted folds.

Annabelle stiffened as erica pulled out an old-fashion stylus straight razor, which Erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only type of razor he will grant. I assure you that I will be careful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman 's employment. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a 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 years old again, only now with monolithic bosom that nearly blocked her snatch from view.

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

true heath instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, true heath pulled out from underneath the storage locker an enema pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the piddle on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's fold, being sure not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a Virgo. Despite many of her compeer striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to find that special person to capture them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the unseasoned morsel.

Not caring about the slipstream 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 muscles before she gently work the applier into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm weewee fill her bowels. At low Annabelle felt a little warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the potty badly as the live of the water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applier, '' Erica advised pulling the tube release pleased that Annabelle 's rectum stamp tightly upon its removal without a drib leaking.

'' You can remain firm up, but you need to take 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 function twice a hebdomad. Mercifully sentence seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilet, as she grimaced from the bazar mavin she was having until the finish of the water and shit poured devoid of her arrangement. The total time Erica paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finish, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her lace 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 grade of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his countersign. `` Your trunk is listen to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a delay of her left teat aggressively twisting it to emphasize his point. `` And the third you are cognizant of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the clitoris upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the volute once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless courser, discharging a much stronger jerk that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the flooring. Mark Antony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the home to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the room was mostly bare except for the walls which were covered in bash of diverse shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden retinal rod also in various thicknesses. Yet it was the unusual contraption positioned within the nub of the elbow room that drew Marcus Antonius 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the trading floor, an agitation spreading across his expression at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her hubby would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed looking upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange appliance, though she was used to many of Susan B. Anthony 's customs duty made sexual restraining rack, as well as other implements of his own intention. She had never seen this particular wheel with parting of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's head and wrist before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious young lady. The pillory only sat a few column inch off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying matted on her breadbasket, yet another part consisting of steel pipes connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the miss 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thighs, forcing her ramification open up exposing her untouched hole. Erica was further puzzled as Mark Antony retrieved a musical composition of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through fix drilled into the rag alloy sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the backrest of Annabelle 's legs. Acting as both a agency of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her Virgo cunt from his stand for punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the flat solid metal into place, admiring how bid Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the wall. Pleased with his workplace Anthony left returning with a dining room chairwoman, which he placed against the wall directly in straw man of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for erica to join him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilized stipulation, struggling to free herself unaware just how plug she was. `` You 're awaken, '' Antony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the death chair kneeling down in movement of Annabelle 's look so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your inaugural punishment, I 've decided to go well-to-do on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the diverted laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to fall out, as she watched her married man disappear through a indorsement door that led out into an affiliated garage.

Returning a few short minutes later, accompanied by four of his XII German-Shepherds, true heath 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's intentions. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle 's heart nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in true heath 's eyes, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle 's regard before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting status the loss leader of the ingroup limit forward, burying his nozzle between Annabelle 's ass cheek. As the dog 's long moist lingua shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed bunghole, yet still capable to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Mark Antony as he retook his professorship in expectation of the display that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it decipherable what was about to hap. Once Sir Thomas More she fought to free herself, only instead of getting relieve she caused Mark Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his forepart paws around the pipework and her second joint. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty overturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brush between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's prick bumping against her flesh just due south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in lookup of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his dick 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant opening, the dog violently draw his full cinch up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden encroachment. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had lilliputian experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a manful dog 's physique. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so small, a notion that she was about to realize was simulated as she was about to get an agonizing crash course in dog-mating practices.

At first base she could not believe the skinny frantic tempo the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft stopcock beginning to tumesce within her. Going from a slenderize two in long stick, to nearly six inch in length with a cinch 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 agnize that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of the dog 's rooster continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back base causation Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the force play 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 recognition that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Marcus Antonius already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonize eyes.

In unbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot growing, working its way towards baseball size of it. For a fourth dimension the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowel, before filling her with his full phase of the moon cinch, then suddenly the bulb-shaped nautical mile was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her cocksucker, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent 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 recognition that she would be tied with the fauna for several long moments, before he could bring off to painfully rip his deflating peter from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gape spread so widely. She had not even had a chance to find from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's tongue digging cryptical into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog 's cum so that his could consume the better potential chance of impregnating the plain willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her rear working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid turncock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next minute and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two andiron, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to publish Annabelle which took true heath several moment to fancy out how. Once loose Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the tenuous bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his death chair. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his fingerbreadth watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, cower on your hands and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's boldness as she pushed up into billet slowly go towards him.

'' Now sit back on your hound with your weapon kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Susan Brownell Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her pap stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipple watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread out your legs and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly peril herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist faithful. A fair measure of her fluids clinging to his knuckle joint causing him to laugh as he held it up in presence of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those bounder, '' Susan B. Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's optic. She could not understand how her physical structure could respond to such a violent and dreadful invasion, tears filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony 's acute regard found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` Lick it clean, '' Susan Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at number 1, having never had any inkling to taste her own succus before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more wicked flavor.

Though kindly to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Marcus Antonius still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his human foot Susan Brownell Anthony instructed Annabelle to skid back towards the center of the way, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` straddle her head, and bury your cunt into that bitch 's face, '' he ordered, erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` turn of events so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his arse watching as erica knelt down with her snatch directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's clapper reluctantly reach out touching her outer fold, almost instantly Annabelle felt erica 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her puss. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to have a go at it what felt good or not. Mark Antony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to fuck up about erica 's crease for a few bit, before deciding it was sentence to transmit out Annabelle 's next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her scurvy body off the floor. `` take for her ankle, '' he told erica, `` and use yours to pin her radiocarpal joint against the floor. '' 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 hope position, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide midst leather strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equal in length. As he returned Erica looked away notion shame that she was thankful that it was not her about to receive 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 feather, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the cap when the agonizing infliction shot from her crotch heterosexual to her essence, her scream muffled by true heath 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five more times Mark Antony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's scratch, speaking a undivided Christian Bible 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 ping erica off her before she regain controller, desperately she fought to hold in Annabelle 's violently-shaking organic structure down. `` enough, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her incline balling up with her hands insistence tightly to her abuse pussy. split poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain in the ass to such a spiritualist region, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arm afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front line of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's branch shaking from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop agreement Erica 's quarrel from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to have a minuscule pleasance, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress pants, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before rarity got the best of her. Anthony was large than an average man with a length of ten inches, and a cinch of about three inches making it appear so much more imperil to the inexperienced unseasoned girl. He smiled holding his pecker by his cornerstone watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, grateful to ingest actually managed to detect person so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Mark Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her compensate hand timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Antonius 's pate, causing him to smile in amusement. erica could not trust how Susan Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own step, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her mitt into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should compress. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to continue on her own. His capitulum fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many matter he had design on how to teach her properly. `` throw me your other hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to gaze down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like dice at a shite 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own consistence beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a drippage quite a little sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

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

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her oral cavity as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist glossa running along the underside of his putz. Then his caput pressed into the back of Annabelle 's pharynx causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her headland in place. `` deglutition, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to take a breath and was panicking trying to overstretch away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her typeface to get her complete tending, and with little other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his tool beginning to slue into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her sassing until her lips pressed up into his pubic hair's-breadth. Mark Antony held her point still for a abbreviated instant, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's headland with both men to better insure her, only allowing her to root for back when panic filled her eyes, finding her dire gasps for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking tart, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his left face forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other slope, grasping her husband 's pecker taking it right in her pharynx with a individual crusade. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could prompt so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her oculus from what Erica was doing, her intimate wonder becoming a more prevalent influence within her idea. `` Switch, '' Mark Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to retain off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive jet of cum erupted from his prick, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Susan B. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his sentinel smiling excitedly at the meter. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally clip for me to pull in you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a wizard to empathise his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a yr of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Marcus Antonius had come up with some pretty creative illusion, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's mixer media accounts, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to unspoiled fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery pilus in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to promise to all of Anthony 's honest desires, and would need much thought on how to recreate it within a real humankind being that infernal region was a bit out of reach. Now all that enquiry, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite collation, '' Susan Anthony ordered true heath. `` Then fulfill 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 diminished cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the mesa before turning to leave, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to intermit as a sorrow manifestation befell her face, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her eyes in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that stupid. `` How ? '' She asked fear creeping into her representative. Truthfully true heath did not know which she explained watching as miserableness consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I survive it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the stair knowing Susan Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another probability to do so this evening, '' she warned before fleeing from the elbow room feeling cat to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty door for a moment, before slumping back into one of the professorship. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a piece of cheese, heeding Erica 's word of advice as she went about pick at the dental plate. About twenty minutes later true heath returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her pocket-size chest appear a full cup-size prominent. With a span of knee-high Stiletto thrill in a rival semblance, and nothing else leaving her cunt and ass exposed, to her credit true heath did not struggle with the six inch hound walking. Susan Brownell Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same dress shirt and knickers, 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 finish off what was left on the shell, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and hold up out your manpower, '' 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 watch before opening the vertebral column door, upon seeing the overt yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Susan Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disenable the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a short time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle 's boldness, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an crucial part for Mark Anthony, who could not literal use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce similar sentience within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off constituent of the backbone yard, `` I would n't take running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the K. `` The fencing is another delimitation for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's oral sex to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smiling. `` It would n't even kick in until after your pass the fencing, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive trunk. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of detent just beyond the fencing. At 1st Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her prick, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager locution to his cheek she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the one thousand, where a large gem 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 strand hanging down from one of the tree 's offset. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the suspension range of mountains, turning to take hold of Annabelle 's hired hand, harshly yanking her arms up above her capitulum so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep open her fully free weight off her wrist, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pouch covering her oculus not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, true heath walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. using Annabelle 's second joint for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breathing space to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Antony left erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fencing before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two large methamphetamine mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the gross out face his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to hand out and grasp one of the hound'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his soft cock began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky tone of the fragile stick like dick, before it slowly began growing within her helping hand under her use, hold one of the glasses at the make to bewitch the dog 's come when he came.

While true heath went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened tit between his lips, while his other script moved to explore her moisten cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a sharpen state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the drinking glass while erica stared at the baseball-size mi within her hand, unable to trust Annabelle had taken such a creature within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full-of-the-moon mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm belief glass.

While erica went back to meet the next glass, Anthony clamped his paw down over Annabelle 's nerve pinching off her pry forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the endorse she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidulous atomic number 29 taste hit her spit Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Sir Thomas More sentence she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Antonius stepped back releasing her fount expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the future one from true heath, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this deoxyephedrine 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 os frontale, allowing her a few instant to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her ventilation had calmed, he fastened the gag into situation 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 up to of a fourth of an average bull-whip 's f number, with its cracker made from a a great deal soft stuff to keep from breaking pelt, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

Erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whiplash, quickly rushing to her married man 's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glower was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Marcus Antonius 's nous, he went about taking course of study to get word how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended object spots. His teacher had joked one day during practice about how quickly Mark Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his true aim for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more gratifying than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any strain of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right articulatio humeri, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left hand ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a indorse for it to register with Annabelle, whose eye suddenly clinch tightly shut as a mellow pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not business organisation with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain in the ass was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her polar articulatio humeri, while the following was more upright across her midriff back. After a twelve strike angry red pup were quick to produce after each impingement, each five sentence the breadth of the whip 's tip, her pharynx severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the lash Marcus Antonius dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in straw man of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the party whip at his side, Anthony torment Annabelle for a second, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeter in straw man of Annabelle 's face, causing her to hitch back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the social movement of Anthony 's drawers was fully tented from his erection, true heath even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to empathise how this could turn on him. Not that Annabelle had clip to ease up it lots sentiment, for Antonius having grown tire out of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her bequeath breasts, before quickly doing the Saame to her right, making certainly both sentence her pap had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would crack down across circumstances of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screeching that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Marcus Antonius dropped the party whip down next to his bag, more than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved erica forward. Who slammed into the dining tabular array before being forced to deflect 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 piddle bottleful from the fridge placing them side by side to the stone slab once back outdoors, moving back to where Annabelle 's hobble body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to relieve her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the inhuman smooth surface. bond had been precisely drilled and secured to the turning point, which Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle 's carpus and articulatio talocruralis. He retrieved two more Velcro ring from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knee joint, thin cotton fiber Mexican valium had been attached to the bands, the remnant of which Anthony had fed through tintinnabulation drilled to the Harlan Stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's legs as all-encompassing as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his distort fancy, of a helpless virgin being forfeiture to a beastly demon upon a large I. F. Stone slab. Nearly because in his phantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flaming 's severity without it touching or marring her physical body with Nathan Birnbaum. A cruel smile spread across his case as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottleful, before pouring it right over the unconscious mind girl 's chest of drawers who instantly came around screeching in torture as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next bottleful over Annabelle 's pelvic arch and thigh laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding trammel. Annabelle 's trunk 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 fall to the solid ground, before kicking off his skid finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

He moved to digest at Annabelle 's groundwork where he retrieved a small-scale tube from his gasp 's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in repugnance at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Susan B. Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a safe had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the land. Susan Brownell Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the gemstone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning at the stake hotshot that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's excited grimace suddenly loomed over top of her, more elicit than he had ever been before in his liveliness, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the radical of his cock Anthony moved his drumhead into position between Annabelle 's folds, using his exercising weight to pressure his aching cock straight through her virginal membrane before his pelvic girdle slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain 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 Antony. He held perfectly still for several mo wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her pussy, 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 Marcus Antonius had predicted he only managed three strong thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the rubber as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his dismission, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's polar body. It would occupy several minutes of harsh breathing before Anthony would regain his composure, the entire sentence Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain sensation the paprika caused, even when Antonius finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a foresightful time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young organic structure, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the rubber he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her side, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Susan Brownell Anthony wasted little prison term in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in torture for respective long bit before retrieving the water hose. Using it to even out Annabelle 's twat, which would still get hold of some clip before the pain would begin to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense sexual climax, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the bitch, '' Anthony whispered into erica 's ear, causing her to pull out back confuse. `` I did n't desire to ruin all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a smile, in which erica saw a level of ruthlessness she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hand Susan Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final exam item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused true heath 's jaw to drop cloth. It had the Lapplander duration and girth as Anthony 's own hammer, but heavily inspired by the feline 's barbed penis, he created this dildo to own G of mm long flexible stiletto heel running along its scape. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding respective inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an extra centralized spindle half an inch longer which would interpenetrate the young female child 's cervix. Erica shook her chief ineffectual to fathom intelligence to comprehend how he could relish this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into plaza, Anthony gently grasped true heath 's chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember cobbler's last calendar week when we finished working out how to kidnap her ? '' He asked, erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless buffeting he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the politic pit, until she was laying between Annabelle 's leg. Susan Brownell Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folding exposing her possibility to erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her let down lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her milieu anymore.

erica pushed the politic bulblike head into Annabelle 's orifice, stopping just before the initiatory anchor ring of spindle were about to click, looking up with pleading eye towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in fellow feeling for the infliction she could only imagine was in fund for the helpless girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of capitulum into Annabelle 's slit. While too tiny to tear anatomy the stiletto heel horribly scraped along her vaginal wall, out of fright Erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her chasteness screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica 's apologetic oculus, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spindle right wing into Annabelle 's cervix uteri, while the rest pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the expectant spike.

Erica pulled all but the chief out before slamming it back abode, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at number 1, but as erica picked up a stiff gait, the unmistakable sound of moan could be heard between Annabelle 's belly laugh. ineffectual to fathom how or why the horrible scraping combine with the vehement intrusion and quelling of her cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten state of hug drug that made Anthony chortle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's mouth as her thigh-slapper intensified, `` give up screaming bitch, '' he ordered in a abrasive tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-command to wield.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the center. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain still except her damp battle cry, seeing shame within Annabelle 's regard as she nearly bit into her scurvy lip to continue from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing erica to frown in incredulity, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony 's impertinence were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect hard worker for his delectation. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as true heath tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls 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 gemstone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some eldritch degree that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the wiener back out of the fencing to be with their camp. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the household, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to daybreak. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to shut the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the sight into his nous. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's pussy, I want some unique time with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging true heath up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely pass over from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of eternal sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two time of day before a vicious gust of wind blazed across her exposed flesh. Annabelle tried to flick up from the initial daze to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's memories pushed through the daze of annoyance that was consuming both her creative thinker and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the brighter affair, now ineffective to see nil but bloodcurdling fate. For a clip she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring .