This is a pure work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific somebody, place, or event. Some of the case'personality are a bit exacerbate, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a dark story my mind created. Nothing more ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's founding

The following taradiddle centers around a sixteen yr old missy by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual public figure, 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 thirteen years of her life had felt like a aspiration, that sadly came crashing back down to world when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many class finally divorced. The baker's dozen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken Church Father gave her a loaded hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been barbarous enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a lay waste to multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband 's expiry had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking trouble that for the nigh part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their sphere closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down rate to a small two bedroom house on the fringe of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the immature Annabelle, who managed to retain her sweet charming personality, even when her own female parent'was beginning to gyrate into depression. It would take a picayune over a year for the area to begin to convalesce, by which time Annabelle would become cognisant of her female parent '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 unspeakable memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed assistance still very vivid within her head. Today her mother had an boozer anomalous group meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her prospicient burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the latterly autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the tush of her vicinity. Though young, Annabelle 's torso 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 skin, with Angel Falls green eyes that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 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 community of interests 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 soundbox 's features irresistible to them. The balmy beat of pop-music playing within her pinna, had the unseasoned girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another fair sex coming from the other direction.

'' I 'm terribly disconsolate, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to serve the erstwhile char back to her human foot. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the charwoman 's fist slammed into her second joint, at number 1 unable to apprehend the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a low syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle words began fading as her humankind begun spinning around her. A adept of falling hit just before the nullity of wind consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her rickety manpower through her short blond hair, looking cautiously around to be trusted no one was within mess. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's weapons system pulling her into a sitting locating, with Annabelle 's head resting against her low 32B tit. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the fair sex 's petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A black tinct windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the gage threshold flying unfastened revealing a man leaning back from the battlefront stern. The cleaning lady whose name was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the Lester Willis Young young lady 's limp weapon system pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her peg inside until the door could be closed.

true heath once more looked around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the forepart of the SUV. With an excited smiling Antony pulled off trying to bet calm as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica 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 smiling to fade into a spotlight, as Anthony turned to match her nervous regard. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard whole tone, making erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as profligate Mark Antony 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the looker that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious boldness turned so that Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her funfair complexion.

The two were hubby and wife, with some very dissimilar values on what that entitled. Antony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an artificer and entrepreneur worth million. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very practically in making love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the annoyance he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at first she had been very independent, but Mark Anthony 's intimate and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his consummate submissive. For most of the day Susan Brownell Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a forty public square Akka of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's comer, Antonius pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve infantry in stature, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many bay window that would recur to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front end of a bombastic two narration manor house, with a black letter architectural style about its window and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular weapons system from year of physical labor, up the stairs into a household depositing her within a nearly empty sleeping accommodation on the second floor which only contained a bed.

being situated within the plaza of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few hebdomad ago for this sole purpose. Antonius laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic eubstance for a consequence. Before retrieving a small-scale wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to disclose a midst leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a XII alloy brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny Cu prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Susan 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 grin, Susan Brownell Anthony turned to retrieve his wife huddled against the door frame, a perturb reflexion upon her blench look as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his abrasive step before hurrying off down the anteroom, as he closed the doorway behind him. Anthony gave lilliputian thought of Annabelle as he went about his formula routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to overcompensate every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him silly as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eye began flickering as she started to derive around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several here and now she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the downer. Yet at the sudden consciousness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a ostentation. Her confusion twist to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a second a war raged within Annabelle 's head, between her rational number judgement encouraging her to be timid, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to desire her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted incandescence of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hallway she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a nighttime sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of instruction of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and interior decoration lining the manse, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie shot if not for the sheer threat that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stair noticing the thickness of the window, as she descended she came out at the end of a alike looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden threshold with small window running along its English, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a mean of escape, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing respective open rooms. One of which was a living room where Susan Anthony and true heath sat patiently waiting, Antony pushed up from the lounge they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eagre smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the anteroom, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely detectable works reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both men only causing more than pain as her finger touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive trunk fell to the floor in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ear. `` You can require that every clock time you near a doorway or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a mild tincture, walking over kneeling down next to her. His plenteous bluing eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the clit on my scout. '' He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his coat of arms, carrying her to the keep room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her hubby laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only adopt a few minutes for the apathy to fleet, at number one Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the relief of her body. Painfully she managed to wander to her face pushing up on her bridge player staring at the pair 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 get rid of it. The totally time Susan Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the tenacious clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and true heath. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze ineffectual to encounter the Brigham Young young lady 's eyes, her lenient brown oculus filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laugh down enough to be heard clearly. `` offset 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 slowly for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop computer seance on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the orotund screen goggle box to come to spirit behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in skepticism as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social media accounts, `` everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her burst home and drunken mother made her a double-dyed romp case. `` Cases in which police hardly ever put often resourcefulness into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Mark Antony went on after a curtly pause to let the horror of her position sink into Annabelle, his vox taking on an authoritative-tone as his formulation hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my guild, fail to comply will leave in harsh penalisation. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony 's eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this bouncy young girlfriend 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the daze that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The entertainment faded from Anthony 's boldness 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 starting time, Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His easy suspire a worrying fear for his married woman, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held null but disdain for the fair sex as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Antonius lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hired hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to feature to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could claim a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so tough that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to sacrifice 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 barbarous blow. `` Get this beef undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her penalisation for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a worried tone before Marcus Antonius disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to assist her tie-up. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from true heath as she still covered her bruised impertinence. `` Please do n't hold out him, '' erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at true heath with hate filling her gaze. `` He 'll penalise me as well, '' Erica explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock of true heath 's lyric made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational slope of her creative thinker pushing through the caution of Annabelle 's panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other alternative. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. true heath 's easy hands covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified new girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shortstop, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cut through herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only shit your penalization that much big. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' Come on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master john where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At initiative Annabelle instinctively went to cross herself, but composed with a warning glance from erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony position as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unblemished consistency as he slowly circled her, loving her large white meat and meaty ass impudence, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed pubic hair of pubic hair hiding her delicate petal, which Susan Brownell Anthony 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 sight. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her farsighted haircloth, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't wish it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a tight ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to harbor onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his married woman. `` Once all that is finished make her a thorough cleansing, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their social club. `` We better get started, '' true heath said prod Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the exhibitioner 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 prosperous tactual sensation. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and intimate thighs, as erica was not permitted to wear any undergarment. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as true heath turned revealing even more whelp to her breasts and cleanly-shaved cunt. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a empty tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to frown disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to recruit the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her manpower touching lieu only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to wince back from erica 's touch, `` I am gloomy, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eye. `` I 've really tried to give him the joy he craves, but respective years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised body. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit convey away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid little brain to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure enough she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica beginning went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Lapp for herself. Pulling out a gust dryer, Erica spent several transactions working her digit through Annabelle 's damp hair which was plastered to the face of her neck and back. It would select 20 minutes for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a blotto braid that stopped mid-way along her cover. `` Sit back on the counterpunch and circularize your peg, '' Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle tour before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the fuzz parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion expressive style straight razor, which erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only case of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be measured, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman 's employment. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her instinct told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her stage suddenly seeming like she was twelve years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

'' Alright, stand up and poise yourself against the storage locker, then bend over with your legs a portion. ''

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

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the roofing tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt erica greased finger slowly working forget me drug along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water fill her gut. At first Annabelle felt a slight passion spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the lav badly as the last of the water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' Erica advised pulling the tubing relieve pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its remotion without a drop leaking.

'' You can stand up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes, '' Erica explained noticing the annoyed brilliance Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a week. Mercifully clip seem to go through quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the lav, as she grimaced from the fair sensations she was having until the last of the water and squat poured free of her system. The entire meter Erica paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the level clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Mark Anthony, who entered a consequence later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved slit. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few ruler that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are proscribed to tire any chassis of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his words. `` Your body is judgement to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a custody of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasise his point. `` And the one-third you are mindful of, you will obey your orders or be punished. speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smiling pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coil once more became electrified as they worked like to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much warm jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arm carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the room was mostly barren except for the walls which were covered in rap of respective Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and thicknesses, along with whiplash of all makes, canes and wooden retinal rod also in diverse heaviness. Yet it was the foreign contraption positioned within the center of the room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the base, an excitement spreading across his expression at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only penalise her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed look upon her typeface. Gazing questioningly towards the unknown contraption, though she was used to many of Mark Antony 's custom made intimate restraining racks, as well as early implements of his own design. She had never seen this exceptional rack with theatrical role of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's straits and wrists before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious lady friend. The pillory only sat a few column inch off the trading floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat tire on her venter, yet another contribution consisting of blade piping connected together to form a span, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several diluent pipe had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thighs, forcing her branch open exposing her unmoved golf hole. Erica was further puzzled as Antonius retrieved a piece of bed sheet metallic element, threading the thinner pipes through holes drilled into the canvas metallic element sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's branch. playacting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her virgin twat from his intended penalty. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the piece of paper metal into billet, admiring how ask in Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the rampart. Pleased with his work Mark Anthony left returning with a dining room chairman, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to join him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the base where he gently went about stroking her shortsighted lock while calmly waiting for Annabelle to number around.

Less than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilize condition, struggling to resign herself unaware just how fasten she was. `` You 're awake, '' Mark Antony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his interpreter Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in straw man of Annabelle 's side so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might hold believed him if not for the amuse laughter that followed his sadistic grinning, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to encounter, as she watched her hubby disappear through a second threshold that led out into an confiscate garage.

Returning a few short minutes later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, Erica '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 multitude spring forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass impertinence. As the dog 's long moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed arsehole, yet still able to smack the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his chair in expectancy of the show that awaited him, moving out in movement of her making it clear what was about to come about. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting justify she caused Susan B. Anthony to grow even more brace than he had been. Instincts took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's cover, locking his front manus around the pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Susan Brownell Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty upset ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass face, and the pointing tip of the dog 's rooster bumping against her flesh just Confederate States of America of her puckering sphincter.

Several more metre the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and Erica to halt this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its aim. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant hatchway, the dog violently impel his full girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain in the neck from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a stark allergic reaction to heel, Annabelle had petty experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's material body. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's member was so small, a notion that she was about to realize was false as she was about to get an agonize crash form in dog-mating practices.

At first-class honours degree she could not think the skinny frenetic tread the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six inch in length with a girth of two inch 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 to the lowest degree of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of operations of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter muscle upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causation Annabelle to pule. As she groan from the force of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal wall, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realisation that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Marcus Antonius already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to finger the dog 's knot growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a metre the dog painfully yank his erected member from her bowel, before filling her with his full cinch, then suddenly the bulbous mile was unable to pull innocent of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her arsehole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A soaker of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several foresightful moments, before he could wangle to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Susan Brownell Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could adopt several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not think her ass could gape open so widely. She had not even had a chance to convalesce from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's glossa dig deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to pick the other dog 's semen so that his could throw the estimable possible hazard of impregnating the apparent willing kick before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his croup until he buried his flaccid stopcock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the succeeding 60 minutes and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dog-iron, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the way. Upon his yield he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took true heath various minute of arc to figure out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the flooring beside what Marcus Antonius had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Antonius said retaking his death chair. `` cum here bitch, '' he called out snapping his finger's breadth watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her metrical foot. `` No, cringe on your hands and articulatio genus like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing chagrin upon Annabelle 's font as she pushed up into stead slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heel with your arms kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle face. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her pap stretching. Antonius smiled comically releasing her pap watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't actuate. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly peril herself, which worsened as she watched Antonius be given forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A fair total of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in nominal head of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those dogs, '' Mark Anthony teased seeing the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's heart. She could not understand how her physical structure could reply to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corners of her centre as even under Anthony 's acute 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 glimmering to savour her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Mark Antony 's eye hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual rawness, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his groundwork Susan Brownell Anthony instructed Annabelle to slither back towards the centre of attention of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the president. `` Straddle her head, and immerse your pussy into that beef 's face, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her invertebrate foot moving over to Annabelle. `` turning so i can see the joy coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his seat watching as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt true heath 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt dear or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to grope about Erica 's folds for a few minutes, before deciding it was clip to carry out Annabelle 's next penalization. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her lower torso off the floor. `` Hold her articulatio talocruralis, '' he told true heath, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the affright 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 want berth, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the lash which had a wide thick leather strap attached to a wooden grip nearly equal in length. As he returned Erica looked away feeling shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to obtain what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the world-class crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing painfulness barb from her crotch straight to her core, her scream muffled by erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five more time Susan Brownell Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely charge under Erica 's weight almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain controller, desperately she fought to harbour Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` sufficiency, let her up. '' Anthony told true heath who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her position balling up with her script press tightly to her abuse pussy. Tears poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive area, after a few mo Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her subdivision afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his electric chair, watching both lady friend crawl submissively. Annabelle 's wooden leg quiver from the acute pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop apprehension erica 's dustup from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to ingest a little joy, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his wearing apparel pants, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxer. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an medium man with a length of ten inches, and a cinch of about three inches making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperienced young young lady. He smiled holding his prick by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' tinge it, '' Antonius encouraged, thankful to have actually managed to see somebody so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her decently hand timidly reached out, ineffective to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her view. With a rickety digit, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Mark Anthony 's pennant, causing him to smile in amusement. true heath could not think how Mark Antony was so simmer down, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no sign of the zodiac 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 digit wrapped around his barb, before demonstrating on how heavily she should stuff. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her paw letting her to keep on on her own. His headspring fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat gratify 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 helping hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to gaze down at her guiding it to his nut. `` Rolled them about like dice at a bullshit 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's font as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few moment slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your workforce 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 stumble hastily forward on her stifle, having to energize her hand upon his pegleg as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just column inch from his cock which he was aiming towards her back talk. `` Now heart-to-heart, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to meet his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my hide, I 'll let the stallion mob of hotdog have their way with you as many times as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his mind pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to squinch, gagging as he held her head in place. `` Swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her font to get her unadulterated attention, and with little other options Annabelle complied, her optic widened in surprisal as she felt his cock beginning to drop off into her pharynx, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic hair. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her deplumate back to puff for air, before impaling her pharynx once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both hands to skilful insure her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her optic, finding her desperate gasp for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to suit quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Susan 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 will incline forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband 's pecker taking it right in her throat with a exclusive effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her back talk before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could make a motion so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional person, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take away her centre from what Erica was doing, her sexual peculiarity becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. `` substitution, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to bear off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the military force of it shooting down her gullet into her abdomen. Antonius sighed softly resting his head back against the bulwark for a moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to wee you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to sympathise his meaning.

Chapter tercet

After nearly a yr of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative phantasy, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media accounts, realizing that she met his requisite perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fancy to skillful fit Annabelle 's appearance, her impassioned hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish construct that seem to call to all of Susan Anthony 's unfeigned desires, and would command much thought on how to recreate it within a real domain being that underworld was a bit out of ambit. Now all that research, expression, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite collation, '' Mark Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then meet me in our bedroom 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 low cheese-plate from the electric refrigerator, placing it on the table before turning to leave, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing erica to pause as a sorrow expression befell her cheek, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her oculus in annoying, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that Erica thought her that dazed. `` How ? '' She asked fearfulness creeping into her phonation. Truthfully Erica did not love which she explained watching as wretchedness consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I survive it ? '' erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you punter eat up. You might not get another probability to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling disgorge to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the discharge threshold for a mo, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about pick at the home. About twenty minutes later erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her pocket-size breasts appear a full cup-size large. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto kick in a play off color, and aught else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit entry erica did not clamber with the six inches heel walking. Mark Antony joined them about ten minute of arc later, still wearing the same dress shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the board he took the chairman next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` bandstand up and oblige out your deal, '' Anthony ordered pulling a distich of Velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's carpus, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to observe him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the rearwards door, upon seeing the candid pace Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could invalid the roadblock at will. `` But you dear hurry up because it resets after a short-change clip, '' he warned after doing so, watching in joy as a nervous reflection filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an significant section for Anthony, who could not real use fire and native sulphur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Susan Brownell Anthony, nature had other mean value in which to get similar sensations within a somebody. They walked out into a large fenced off destiny of the back yard, `` I would n't deliberate running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's typeface as she gaze out into the yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Mark Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's headway to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an rouse 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 pack of bounder just beyond the fencing. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her SOB, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his typeface she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the curtilage, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow true pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the Rock, with an extra chain hanging down from one of the Tree 's limb. Antonius dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging chain, turning to snap up Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her blazonry up above her headspring so that he could seize them to the chain.

Annabelle had to digest on her tippy-toes to go along her full weight off her wrist, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, erica walked over dropping to her knee in front of Annabelle. exploitation Annabelle 's thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to enamour in her pharynx from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left true heath to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to punt a short distance away. He then collected two turgid drinking glass countenance from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the dogs'furry sheath, slowly working her hand along it until his soft shaft began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth pasty flavour of the thin stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her manus under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the quick to enchant the dog 's semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Mark Antony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened nipple between his mouth, while his other paw moved to search her moisten cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to continue her in a heighten state of stimulation, carefully watching her reactions so that he could go on her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her mitt, ineffectual to consider Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now wax mug back to Susan Brownell Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the tender feeling glass.

While erica went back to make full the next chicken feed, Susan Brownell Anthony clamped his hired hand down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the Methedrine up to her lips so that the second base she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidulous copper gustatory perception hit her glossa Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought process, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Mark Anthony stepped back releasing her human face expecting her to confound up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to gain her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the evacuate mug away Anthony took the following one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this methamphetamine hydrochloride 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 minute to regain while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of an average bull-whip 's speed, with its redneck made from a a good deal flabby material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

true heath 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing brilliance was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her middle knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Antonius 's brain, he went about taking grade to teach how to properly control the lash, needing the ability to precisely hit his specify butt dapple. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Antonius was learning, amusing Susan Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his dead on target intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Antony had wanted, not even the whooshing audio of the whip moving through the air was any anatomy of warning to her. The first rap hit just below her right shoulder joint, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her leave ass impudence. At get-go the setback had been overwhelming that it took a second base for it to show with Annabelle, whose optic suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer sizing of his place, along with the overgrowth of tree that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his length neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her chasteness Annabelle gasped between tears as the hurting was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next reverse. This time it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her midriff back. After a dozen tap angry red pup were prompt to uprise after each shock, each five times the width of the whip 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous shrieking and screaming. Anthony continued a twelve more times across her ass cheek and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely cognizant of his piano laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfolded resign 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 control realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the lash at his incline, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, several fourth dimension whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erecting, erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to interpret how this could charge him. Not that Annabelle had time to present it much thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both metre her nipple had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her breadbasket, angling the whip so that it would crack down across serving of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down side by side to his bag, more than satisfied knowing that this was only just the jump of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his married woman laying his weapon over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the instant they entered Mark Antony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining board 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 Erica as he quickly finished his off.

Marcus Antonius retrieved four water bottleful from the fridge placing them next to the Stone slab once back remote, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his weapon system carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smooth surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle 's wrists and ankle. He retrieved two More velcro lot from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her articulatio genus, thin cotton ropes had been attached to the band, the ends of which Susan Brownell Anthony had fed through band drilled to the I. F. Stone 's position spreading Annabelle 's legs as wide as the trammel would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large Harlan Fiske Stone slab. Nearly because in his illusion a consuming flame covered the lady friend, who could palpate the flame 's rigorousness without it touching or marring her build with tan. A cruel smile spread across his brass as he reached over uncapping one of the water feeding bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious mind girl 's bureau who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fervidness. Anthony poured the next nursing bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the persistent bond. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottleful, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it diminish to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his attire pants and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's metrical unit where he retrieved a belittled tube from his pant 's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in repugnance at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a prophylactic had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red pulverisation falling from it to the priming coat. Anthony worked the season condom over his throbbing rooster, before carefully climbing up on the rock moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning maven that the pushover caused her. Until Anthony 's excited nerve suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to go for out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Anthony moved his capitulum into status between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight to pressure his aching cock straight through her Hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling sidesplitter to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several proceedings wanting as much of the paprika to engulf inside her twat, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying intemperate as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three strong knife thrust before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the prophylactic as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his vent, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frozen eubstance. It would assume several mo of harsh external respiration before Antonius would regain his composure, the intact metre Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the pain in the neck only seemed to worsen. Susan Brownell Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a retentive meter enjoying the agony he had forced upon her youthful physical structure, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his seminal fluid over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Mark Anthony wasted piffling time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for respective long minutes before retrieving the water hose. Using it to purge out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still withdraw some fourth dimension before the infliction would set about to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense coming, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his blazonry, kissing her deeply before resting his impertinence against hers. `` Now it 's your tour to arrogate the kick, '' Susan Brownell Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to pull back obscure. `` I did n't require to bankrupt all the fun and surprise, '' he said with a smile, in which true heath saw a horizontal surface of ruthlessness she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hired hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the terminal item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused erica 's jaw to drop. It had the same distance and cinch as Susan Brownell Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's barbed penis, he created this dildo to own thousands of millimeter long flexible spikes running along its pecker. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer ear which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would penetrate the Danton True Young girl 's cervix uteri. true heath shook her chief unable to fathom words to dig how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her closing to the rock-and-roll slab.

Helping her stone's throw into the harness before tightening it into place, Marcus Antonius gently grasped Erica 's chin forcing her to encounter his regard. `` Remember finish week when we finished working out how to snatch her ? '' He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Susan B. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth out pit, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's sheep pen exposing her opening to true heath, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Susan Anthony forcefully pinched the pass 's spike heel against one another, letting them err unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the tranquil bulbous head into Annabelle 's first step, stopping just before the first gear anchor ring of spindle were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only conceive of was in store for the helpless girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spike into Annabelle 's slit. While too bantam to buck flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal rampart, out of fear erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting erica 's apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central ear right wing into Annabelle 's cervix, while the rest pressed up along the remote crushing the form around the larger spike.

erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back home base, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at get-go, but as Erica picked up a brace pace, the unmistakable sounds of moan could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. ineffective to bottom how or why the horrible scraping combine with the wild invasion and quelling of her cervix, was up to of producing such acute galvanizing seismic disturbance that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten State of hug drug that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hired man over Annabelle 's mouth as her riot intensified, `` block up screaming bitch, '' he ordered in a harsh feeling, which took every bit of Annabelle 's will power to handle.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bellyache ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled call, seeing pity within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing erica to lour in unbelief, but unconsciously her footstep quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Susan Brownell Anthony 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect tense hard worker for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as true heath tipped her over the sharpness, causing even worse pain as her vaginal bulwark begun constricting around the spiky encroacher, while her uterine 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 have enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being able-bodied to see how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the click back out of the fence to be with their coterie. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Mark Anthony guided her towards the theatre, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the theater about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to cauterise the tidy sum into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's cunt, I want some lonely time with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of rest that called to her, managing to breathe for about two hours before a vicious blow of lead blazed across her scupper flesh. Annabelle tried to hitch up from the initial electrical shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's memories pushed through the haze of pain in the neck that was consuming both her psyche and torso. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young young lady that only saw the brighter affair, now ineffective to see naught but hair-raising fates. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon lunar month, but mercifully she was still too drained to rest wake for a good deal tenacious, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring .