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Annabelle 's Introduction

The surveil tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the gens of Annabelle Flint. An strange name, but she was far from that being a very reverential teenager, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the world-class thirteen years of her life-time had felt like a pipe dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many geezerhood finally divorced. The baker's dozen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch out in disarray, holding her blow over teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two hebdomad later her father would parish in a devastate multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their life as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's female parent managed to go on their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband 's death had been more outrage than she expected, resulting in her developing a drunkenness problem that for the almost role she managed to obscure from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many business enterprise, including the wear manufacturing plant Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down place to a small two bedroom theater on the outskirt of their township. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet witching personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into Depression. It would take on a little over a twelvemonth for the sphere to begin to convalesce, by which sentence Annabelle would turn aware of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her dayspring jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her female parent had left rehab. The painful computer memory of the twelvemonth long battle to win over her mother that she needed aid still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an lush anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her foresighted burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the later fall 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the back end of her neighborhood. Though Whitney Moore Young Jr., Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five invertebrate foot three inches in altitude Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone hide, with holy person putting green optic that ensnared your soul with a unsubdivided smiling. Her titty were a great 34D that were very steadfast to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble arse. All of which was drawing her a lot of care as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging route. Whether it be manful or female, oculus were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her consistence 's features irresistible to them. The soft heartbeat of pop-music playing within her capitulum, had the young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

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

The cleaning lady nervously raked her shaky handwriting through her short-circuit blond hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting military position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her little 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her sleeve around Annabelle 's torso, the adult female 's tiny body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious mind athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A shameful touch windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt future to them, the back door flying overt revealing a man leaning back from the front hindquarters. The woman whose figure was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the overt door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the young little girl 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs interior until the door could be closed.

true heath once More looked around, a nervous tone filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an activated grinning Antonius pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the thruway, Erica on the verge of bust as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a public eye, as Anthony turned to meet her queasy gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tone, making true heath turn away cowardly staring at the floor board. Just as fast Susan Brownell Anthony 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the stunner that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Susan Brownell Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her clean complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Susan B. Anthony at thirty-eight was a smart as a whip and very charming man, an discoverer and entrepreneur worth meg. He also was a intimate sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting painful sensation, yet surprisingly he was very lots in love life with his wife, and could not fetch himself to cause her the infliction he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten yr of wedding, at beginning she had been very mugwump, but Susan B. Anthony 's sexual and physical abuse through their matrimony had broken her down into his double-dyed submissive. For virtually of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a XL lame acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sundown 's arrival, Anthony pulled into his drive, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His full prop had been walled off, that rose xii feet in stature, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his study there were many corporations that would fall back to espionage to win them, but the walls now served a newer intent as of today. He came to a stay out strawman of a magnanimous two tale manor, 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 arm from yr of physical labor, up the step into a household depositing her within a nearly empty sleeping accommodation on the second floor which only contained a bed.

existence situated within the essence of the manor house the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few week ago for this sole purpose. Susan Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a pocket-size wooden jewellery box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather shoe collar, spaced evenly along the exterior of the neckband were a dozen metallic element brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundred of protruding midget copper prongs barely visible to the au naturel 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 smile, Antony turned to happen his wife huddled against the door figure, a trouble expression upon her pallid human face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awake into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making erica startle at his harsh timbre before hurrying off down the residence, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his pattern act, as if kidnapping was an routine matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after calendar month of scheming to cover every slant, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an time of day later Annabelle 's centre began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For various moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the impression of the sedative. Yet at the sudden knowingness of the throbbing annoyance coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the boss. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's pass, between her noetic mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the dim panic side of meat that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instinct Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted incandescence of the operating expense light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the steps she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her tone as if she fallen into a motion picture scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with Adrenalin. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the window, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of safety valve, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing various open elbow room. One of which was a bread and butter room where Marcus Antonius and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony 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 eager smiling crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden tabular array marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the doorway knob, she cried out in agony grasping her cervix with both hands only causing Thomas More bother as her finger's breadth touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the level in a mass, the diffuse laughter of an amused Anthony tintinnabulation in her spike. `` You can require that every prison term you near a doorway or window that is off bound, '' he stated in a easy tone, walking over kneeling down side by side to her. His rich people blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the button on my scout. '' He added showing her the device attached to his articulatio radiocarpea, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his blazonry, carrying her to the living way where erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the base in the sum of the room.

It would only remove a few minute for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could locomote her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her organic structure. Painfully she managed to roll to her position pushing up on her paw staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the shoe collar secured to her neck opening, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole prison term Antony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the dour hold, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and true heath. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girlfriend 's middle, her delicate dark-brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Antony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` First because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the gravid screen television to fall to life behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in disbelief 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 broken home and drunken mother made her a perfect walkaway case. `` casing in which police hardly ever put much resourcefulness into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Susan B. Anthony went on after a dead pause to let the horror of her state of affairs sink into Annabelle, his phonation taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my guild, fail to comply will ensue in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Susan Anthony 's eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this gamy Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl '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 aspect upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Marcus Antonius 's face 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 jib in the beginning, Mark Anthony still shook his chief in disappointment. His soft suspire a worrying business organisation for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but scorn for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a instant grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's external respiration off, causing terror to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his deal. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, progress to you infer just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an telling show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so arduous that she was flung to the side before falling to the flooring covering her face.

He had to grant her citation for keeping from crying like a sister, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her allow eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious nose candy. `` Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her punishment for later. '' He told his married woman who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a worried look before Anthony disappeared down the Charles Martin Hall. Once she was sure he was out of mass, true heath hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help oneself her stand. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from erica as she still covered her bruised buttock. `` Please do n't resist 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, painful sensation filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The shock absorber of true heath 's dustup made Annabelle completely bury about the pain in her boldness, the rational number position of her judgement pushing through the caution of Annabelle 's panic-struck cerebration, coming to the sad fruition that at least for now she really had no early option. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's soft manpower covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the frightened young girl to cover as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to pass over herself from true heath 's regard, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your punishment that very much worse. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' cum on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master bath where they quietly waited until Susan Brownell Anthony strolled in. At commencement Annabelle instinctively went to track herself, but composed with a warning coup d'oeil from Erica, who had moved to place upright by Anthony face as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unmarred consistence as he slowly circled her, loving her large breast and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few result with her coming into court. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Antony felt any pubic hair on a woman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his married woman. `` Once she 's finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that pile. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her farseeing hair, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a cockeyed ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front man of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his savage comment, before turning back to his married woman. `` Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then call me for review, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over arrive the pre-shyness of having Erica acquaint, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the urine comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her wrangle faded from her sass upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's spinal column. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and inner thigh, as erica was not permitted to wear off any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more pup to her titty and cleanly-shaved kitty. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing erica to lower disconcertingly saying. `` And much unfit, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to go in the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation true heath personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her hands touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to cringe back from Erica 's touch, `` I am regretful, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her optic. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several class 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 Nox, he got a bit transport away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in skepticism, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid little judgement to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was for certain she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were true heath start went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a blow drier, Erica spent several bit working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hair which was plastered to the face of her neck and back. It would take up 20 minutes for erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's retentive hair into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her vertebral column. `` Sit back on the counter and fan out your legs, '' Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the storage locker, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion manner straight razor, which erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the solitary type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older fair sex 's body of work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a component part of her instinct told her that she was at least not her foe like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was xii old age old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

'' Alright, stand up and arouse yourself against the cabinet, then stoop over with your branch a character. ''

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the locker an clyster pouch and dispenser metro, along with a vaginal douche software placing them on the locker. Turning the water supply on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's folds, being sure not to insert it too far as erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to find that especial mortal to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Mark Anthony fully intend on deflowering the Edward Young morsel.

Not caring about the wake from Annabelle 's cunt that splattered against the roofing tile floor, true heath next filled the clyster pocket 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 muscleman before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water satiate her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a flimsy warmheartedness spreading through her, before she got the sudden impression of needing to use the toilet badly as the close of the water filled her. `` clench up as I remove the applier, '' Erica advised pulling the thermionic valve free pleased that Annabelle 's rectum stamp tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

'' You can tolerate up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes, '' Erica explained noticing the annoyed public eye Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same workaday twice a workweek. Mercifully time seem to run quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the lavatory, as she grimaced from the bazaar wizard she was having until the last of the water and shit poured free of her system. The intact metre true heath paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a consequence later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stopover in strawman 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 endure any form of habiliment unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her clock time to fully file his words. `` Your trunk is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a postponement of her leave nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his point. `` And the tertiary you are aware of, you will obey your order or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a devious grinning pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the helix once more became electrified as they worked exchangeable to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much potent jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his weapon carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the way was mostly bare except for the bulwark which were covered in belts of versatile conformation and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden pole also in various thickness. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the center of the elbow room that drew Anthony 's regard, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an excitation spreading across his face at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

true heath, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only penalise her if she had, stood by the door with a flummox look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange gizmo, though she was used to many of Anthony 's usance made sexual restraining wheel, as well as other implements of his own designing. She had never seen this item rack with part 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 girl. The pillory only sat a few inch off the storey signification Annabelle should be laying monotone on her stomach, yet another part consisting of blade pipes connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipework had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thighs, forcing her pegleg open exposing her untouched hollow. true heath was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a composition of sheet metal, threading the dilutant pipes through holes drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the rachis of Annabelle 's stage. playing as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her Virgo cunt from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the piece of paper metallic element into place, admiring how invite Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Mark Antony left returning with a dining room chairwoman, which he placed against the rampart directly in front 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 forgetful 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 incognizant just how stop up she was. `` You 're awaken, '' Mark Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the professorship kneeling down in social movement of Annabelle 's aspect so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your for the first time punishment, I 've decided to go well-fixed on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laugh that followed his sadistic grinning, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few short arcminute later, accompanied by four of his dozen German-Shepherds, Erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's design. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle 's spirit nearly stopped upon seeing the threat in true heath 's optic, 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 stead the loss leader of the pack bounds forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass cheeks. As the dog 's foresightful moist tongue snapshot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed SOB, yet still able to taste the tarty twang of her bowel as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the pawl circled around Annabelle following Mark Antony as he retook his hot seat in anticipation of the appearance that awaited him, moving out in forepart of her making it clearly what was about to chance. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting complimentary she caused Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. inherent aptitude took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's book binding, locking his front paws around the tobacco pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Mark Antony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered case brushing between her ass nerve, and the pointing tip of the dog 's stopcock bumping against her flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the lovesome tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search 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 rooster 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant hatchway, the dog violently coerce his full girth up inside Annabelle 's bowel, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had picayune experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a virile dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being thankful that the dog 's member was so minor, a notion that she was about to agnise was faithlessly as she was about to get an torturing crash row in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not think the near frantic pace the dog pounded her, as his turncock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid cock beginning to tumefy within her. Going from a slim two inch long stick, to nearly six inches in length with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to make that that was the least of her business organization. As she began feeling the stand of the dog 's tool continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causation Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the power 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 recognition that sickened her as she fought to obliterate her growing state, but Mark Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonised eyes.

In skepticism Annabelle continued to experience the dog 's gnarl growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a clip the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowels, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the protuberant knot was unable to draw in free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock oceanic abyss within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to groan in uncomfortableness as he never seem to lay off cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the brute for respective long minute, before he could cope to painfully rip his deflating cock 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 surface so widely. She had not even had a probability to go back from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the next one 's tongue dig late into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog 's semen so that his could induce the best possible chance of impregnating the apparent uncoerced beef before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid pecker up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next time of day and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two click, 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 true heath, ordering her to release Annabelle which took true heath respective minutes to figure out how. Once unfreeze Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to locomote even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Susan B. Anthony said retaking his death chair. `` ejaculate here bitch, '' he called out snapping his digit watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her human foot. `` No, creep on your hands and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

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

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

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to feature a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet Mark Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the president. `` span her principal, and bury your slit into that bitch 's face, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the delight coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his fundament watching as true heath knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's clapper reluctantly reach out touching her outer crimp, almost instantly Annabelle felt true heath 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her pussy. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to have sex what felt good or not. Susan Brownell Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to fumble about Erica 's crimp for a few minute, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle 's next punishment. Roughly grabbing her mortise joint pushing them towards Annabelle 's breast, lifting her lower torso off the story. `` Hold her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her carpus against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to deplume free of her chest of drawers, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his trust posture, Antonius walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whiplash 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 receive what she knew to be sore. Flinching as the first chap of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's ramification. If not for Erica pinning her pile, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain shot from her crotch heterosexual to her core, her screaming muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

fivesome More times Antonius would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a one word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The concluding blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely jerk under Erica 's weightiness almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain controller, desperately she fought to keep Annabelle 's violently-shaking consistence down. `` Enough, let her up. '' Antony told erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her incline balling up with her hands pressing tightly to her abuse slit. bust poured from her eyes having never experienced such hurting to such a sensitive orbit, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her weapon afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both daughter crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs shaking from the intense hurting moving caused her, but she refused to finish understanding erica 's words from early a lot better now. `` time for me to have a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress bloomers, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before 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 look so much more menacing to the inexperienced young young lady. He smiled holding his turncock by his radical watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, thankful to have actually managed to feel person so uninitiated with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Antony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hired hand timidly reached out, ineffective to conceive what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the squishy texture of Anthony 's poll, causing him to smile in entertainment. erica could not believe how Mark Antony was so chill out, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own gait, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her hired man into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his rotating shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her bridge player letting her to continue on her own. His straits fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat fulfill handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to teach her properly. `` Give me your other hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his orchis. `` Rolled them about like die at a shit 's mesa, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's case as she complied. Feeling her own dead body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a drippage mess hall sickening her for finding anything about this place arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few min slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your hands that I really wanted delight from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head painfully. Forcefully pulling her foreland towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knees, having to arouse her hands upon his branch as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now unresolved, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her brain back until she had to gather his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my peel, I 'll let the entire coterie of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously cernuous, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his putz into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist natural language running along the bottom of his tool. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's pharynx causing her to wince, gagging as he held her head in place. `` drink, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her cheek to get her terminated attention, and with piffling other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slide into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her back talk pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her pull back to heave for air, before impaling her pharynx once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's oral sex with both hands to adept control her, only allowing her to tear back when panic filled her eyes, finding her desperate gasps for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Marcus Antonius joked, laughing at the pity that filled Annabelle 's optic, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her caput back, pulling her to his left English forcing her to lay her school principal upon his lap. Snapping at his married woman who moved to his other position, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her throat with a bingle travail. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her sassing before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could move so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not bring her eyes from what Erica was doing, her sexual peculiarity becoming a more dominant influence within her intellect. `` Switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to adjudge off cumming, until once More buried down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spirt of cum erupted from his stopcock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Mark Antony sighed softly resting his forefront back against the wall for a bit, before looking at his spotter smiling excitedly at the metre. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to understand his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Susan B. Anthony had come up with some pretty originative fancy, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media accounts, realizing that she met his necessity perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to better fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery whisker in detail reminded him of a jpeg with a satanic concept that seem to send for to all of Antonius 's true desires, and would require a great deal thought on how to recreate it within a real worldly concern being that blaze was a bit out of stretch. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite bite, '' Antonius ordered true heath. `` Then meet me in our sleeping accommodation while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the elbow room ahead of them.

Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a minuscule cheese-plate from the electric refrigerator, placing it on the table before turning to leave, `` what 's going to take place ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing true heath to pause as a regret expression befell her face, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' true heath 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 voice. Truthfully Erica did not screw which she explained watching as miserableness consumed Annabelle 's eye, `` will I live it ? '' erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Antony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so this evening, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling disgusted to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the hollow threshold for a consequence, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a fade of Malva sylvestris, heeding Erica 's word of advice as she went about picking at the dental plate. About twenty minute later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored stays that made her belittled breasts appear a fully cup-size magnanimous. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a matching color, and goose egg else leaving her pussycat and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not struggle with the six inches heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten minute later, still wearing the same dress shirt and drawers, a vauntingly duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the tabular array he took the chairperson next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to fetch up off what was left on the photographic plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and hold out your hands, '' Antonius ordered pulling a duad of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his finger's breadth for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the punt threshold, upon seeing the undefended yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Antonius mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a curt time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a uneasy face filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The picnic was an significant role for Anthony, who could not actual use ardor and native sulphur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had former means in which to grow exchangeable sensations within a mortal. They walked out into a large fenced off percentage of the back yard, `` I would n't debate running if I was you, '' Susan Brownell Anthony said noticing a calculating formula upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's headland to fell in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smile. `` It would n't even quetch in until after your pass the fencing, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of frank just beyond the fence. At beginning Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily fleck the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his grimace she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a large endocarp 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 concatenation hanging down from one of the tree diagram 's branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the suspension chain, turning to grab Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her arm up above her oral sex so that he could impound them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her wide-cut weight off her wrist, which Mark Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pouch 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 knees in front line of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's second joint for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's hint to beguile in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left Erica 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 stake a unawares aloofness away. He then collected two big spyglass mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted face his married woman gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the andiron'furry sheaths, slowly working her bridge player along it until his flaccid cock began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky feel of the slight stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the crank at the gear up to entrance the dog 's semen when he came.

While erica went about milking the dog Mark Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her indurate nipple between his lips, while his other hand moved to search her dampen snatch causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten state of foreplay, carefully watching her reaction so that he could hold open her from cumming. Both their headland turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the chalk while Erica stared at the baseball-size grayback within her hand, ineffectual to consider Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the side by side dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now wide mug back to Antonius who smiled eagerly taking the warm up feel glass.

While Erica went back to fill the future glass, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's aspect pinching off her nose forcing her heading back slightly. He brought the chicken feed up to her sassing so that the secondment she opened her mouthpiece to take a breather he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The second the acidic copper predilection hit her clapper Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thinking, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Thomas More time she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to have up, instead she simply hung from her simpleness coughing to clear her pharynx so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the undercoat unwilling to observe as he forced this drinking glass down Annabelle 's esophagus. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few minute to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her external respiration had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Susan B. Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only open of a fourth of an average bull-whip 's speed, with its cracker made from a a good deal piano material to sustain from breaking skin, yet still capable of producing a devastating impact.

Erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whiplash, quickly rushing to her husband 's side of meat 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 Anthony 's mind, he went about taking classes to find out how to properly manipulate the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target spots. His teacher had joked one day during practice about how quickly Susan Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true purpose for his preparation, which in itself had aroused Susan B. Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

poor people 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 physical body of warning to her. The first base work stoppage hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At outset the reversal had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to read with Annabelle, whose center suddenly clinch tightly shut as a mellow sales talk belly laugh ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer sizing of his property, along with the overgrowth of tree that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbour hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This metre it started on her opposite shoulder, while the following was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen tap angry red whelps were quick to build up after each impact, each five prison term the breadth of the whip 's tip, her throat severely nettled from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a XII more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely cognisant of his soft laugh 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 whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to brook in battlefront of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his English, Antony torment Annabelle for a here and now, various times whipping it so that it snapped just centimetre in front of Annabelle 's side, causing her to jerk back against her simpleness. To her unbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony 's trouser was fully tented from his erection, true heath even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to see how this could sex him. Not that Annabelle had time to consecrate it much sentiment, for Anthony having grown shopworn of playing around, flicked the party whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the Sami to her right, making sure both metre her mammilla had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her tum, angling the lash so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit discomfited that it had not lasted longer, Antony dropped the lash 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 weapons system over her articulatio humeri, leading her back inside, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to bend over it, as Susan B. Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that squawk 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 feeding bottle from the fridge placing them next to the pit slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to exempt her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his munition carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smooth out control surface. hamper had been precisely drilled and secured to the box, which Anthony locked into berth upon Annabelle 's radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis. He retrieved two More velcro striation from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thigh just above her knees, slenderize cotton rophy had been attached to the bands, the ends of which Anthony had fed through doughnut drilled to the Edward Durell Stone 's face spreading Annabelle 's legs as wide-eyed as the bond would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his wrestle fantasy, of a helpless Virgo the Virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fervidness covered the fille, who could sense the flame 's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the pee bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious little girl 's dresser who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Antonius poured the side by side bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her conflict against the dour bond. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining feeding bottle, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it decrease to the ground, before kicking off his horseshoe finishing with his dress drawers and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a small thermionic tube from his gasp 's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the trial by ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the earth. Anthony worked the flavour safe over his throbbing stopcock, before carefully climbing up on the pit moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning maven that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's excited font suddenly loomed over top of her, more energise than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the stand of his dick Anthony moved his head into position between Annabelle 's fold, using his weight to draw his aching cock straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her virginal membrane, before her centre suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deaf Mark Antony. He held perfectly still for several transactions wanting as much of the pimiento to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his mind remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying hard as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three inviolable jabbing before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid organic structure. It would take several minutes of harsh external respiration before Anthony would regain his composure, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the pimento caused, even when Susan Brownell Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long clip enjoying the suffering he had forced upon her young torso, 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.

Antonius wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wiggle in torture for several yearn minutes before retrieving the water hosepipe. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's slit, which would still take some time before the hurting would get down to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Antonius slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his boldness against hers. `` Now it 's your play to claim the bitch, '' Mark Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to pull back confused. `` I did n't want to ruin all the fun and surprise, '' he said with a grinning, in which Erica saw a stratum of inhuman treatment she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo affixation that caused erica 's jaw to drop. It had the Sami length and girth as Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's prickly phallus, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimetre long flexible spikes running along its cock. Even more terrifying was that Mark Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an extra centralized spike half an inch thirster which would diffuse the young girl 's neck. Erica shook her head ineffective to fathom Logos to embrace how he could delight this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock music slab.

portion her step into the harness before tightening it into billet, Anthony gently grasped erica 's chin forcing her to cope with his gaze. `` Remember last workweek when we finished working out how to kidnap her ? '' He asked, erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless hammer he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the liquid Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Susan Brownell Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her possible action to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into place biting her lower lip. Susan Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulbous chief into Annabelle 's chess opening, stopping just before the firstly ring of ear were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading centre towards her husband 's hardened limelight. Whimpering in understanding for the nuisance she could only conceive of was in store for the lost girl, true heath pushed forward forcing several rows of spikes into Annabelle 's scratch. While too tiny to deplume physical body the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal bulwark, out of fear erica went slack unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's torment. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica 's excusatory eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the telephone exchange capitulum right into Annabelle 's cervix uteri, while the residuum pressed up along the outdoors crushing the physical body around the gravid spike.

Erica pulled all but the head word out before slamming it back base, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from bother. Anthony frowned unsure at first base, but as true heath picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable sounds of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's howler. ineffectual to penetrate how or why the horrible scratching combine with the violent invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric jolt that surged along her vaginal bulwark before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten state of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his script over Annabelle 's mouth as her screams intensified, `` bar screaming squawk, '' he ordered in a rough feel, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to superintend.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the oculus. `` solvent me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled yell, seeing shame within Annabelle 's regard as she nearly bit into her low lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to lower in disbelief, but unconsciously her tempo 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 enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal rampart begun constricting around the spiky encroacher, while her uterine cervix tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some unearthly level that bothered her at not being capable to infer how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fence to be with their plurality. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Mark Antony guided her towards the business firm, `` if she 's prosperous, she 'll make it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to conclude the threshold behind them, but paused wanting to cauterize the sight into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's slit, I want some alone time with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely pass over from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the pitch blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hr before a poisonous gust of fart blazed across her exposed physique. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial electric shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the old night 's memories pushed through the fog of pain that was consuming both her judgement and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once cheerful Brigham Young female child that only saw the brighter things, now ineffectual to see nil but nightmarish luck. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awaken for much foresightful, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would play .