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Annabelle 's foundation

The be narration pith around a xvi year old girl by the public figure of Annabelle Flint River. An strange figure, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter face to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first base XIII eld of her life had felt like a aspiration, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The 13 twelvemonth old Annabelle had been forced to ascertain in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered pectus as her heart-broken don gave her a loaded hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a annihilating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their modus vivendi fairly convention, but her former husband 's death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drink problem that for the to the highest degree part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their expanse closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down rate to a diminished two bedroom mansion on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the youthful Annabelle, who managed to keep her dessert charming personality, even when her own female parent'was beginning to spiral into depression. It would need a little over a twelvemonth for the country to begin to convalesce, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her break of the day jog, which she and her female parent Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the twelvemonth long struggle to convince her mother that she needed avail still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an soaker anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her prospicient Bourgogne blonde haircloth streaming out behind her shining brightly in the recently autumn 's sun, as she ran down the specialise nation road that bordered the prat of her neck of the woods. Though unseasoned, Annabelle 's dead body looked too mature, particularly within her tightly fitted acrobatic shirt and shorts.

At only five ft three in in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel Green heart that ensnared your soulfulness with a mere grinning. Her breasts were a prominent 34D that were very unwaveringly to the touch sensation, along with a well defined curved shape of her saunter bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of care as she jogged aboard others, as many in the surrounding residential area also used these road as jogging routes. Whether it be manful or female, optic were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body 's features resistless to them. The soft beat of pop-music playing within her auricle, had the young girl a bit distrait as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another char coming from the other direction.

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

The cleaning woman nervously raked her wobbly handwriting through her short blonde whisker, looking cautiously around to be for sure no one was within mountain. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her small 32B tit. Tightly wrapping her blazonry around Annabelle 's torso, the cleaning lady 's petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit miss up to her feet. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching check following to them, the back room access flying open revealing a man leaning back from the figurehead seat. The charwoman whose name was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the afford threshold. Were the man who was called Susan Anthony, reached through grabbing the Thomas Young girl 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her legs interior until the door could be closed.

Erica once more looked around, a neural expression filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the presence of the SUV. With an excited smiling Anthony pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the throughway, erica on the brink 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 melt into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slacken hard flavor, making true heath release away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Anthony 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the lulu that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Susan Brownell Anthony could easily number every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very unlike values on what that entitled. Mark Antony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very magical man, an inventor and entrepreneur Charles Frederick Worth millions. He also was a intimate sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his married woman, and could not bring himself to stimulate her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of matrimony, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony 's sexual and physical abuse through their union had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the motorway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the midsection of a 40 square Accho of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's reaching, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access computer code. His entire holding had been walled off, that rose twelve feet in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his workplace there were many corporations that would resort to espionage to get them, but the walls now served a novel purpose as of today. He came to a block out battlefront of a large two tarradiddle manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and spire. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious mind Annabelle from the backseat, were Mark Antony carried her within his muscular arms from years of physical labor, up the step into a house depositing her within a nearly discharge bedchamber on the second floor which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the essence of the manor the room had no Windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this exclusive purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the expectation that awaited, studying her saintlike body for a moment. Before retrieving a lowly wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather pinch, spaced evenly along the outside of the pinch were a dozen metal angle bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding petite copper prongs barely visible to the raw eye. Susan Anthony carefully worked the neckband around Annabelle 's neck opening, clipping the specially made hold which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the doorway material body, a troubled expression upon her pale font as she stared down at the unconscious mind girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making true heath jump at his harsh tonus before hurrying off down the foyer, as he closed the threshold behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his formula turn, as if snatch was an routine matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to compensate every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him dizzy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to arrive around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to shut down them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the result of the downer. Yet at the sudden sentience of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a twinkling. Her mental confusion crook 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 number of the node. For a here and now a war raged within Annabelle 's read/write head, between her noetic psyche encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind terror slope that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to swear her inherent aptitude Annabelle crept out into the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the command overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a dark sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking piece of furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie tantrum if not for the sheer little terror that filled her veins with epinephrin. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the steps noticing the thickness of the window, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hall. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windowpane running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several surface rooms. One of which was a living room where Mark Anthony and erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the panic-struck young daughter bounding her way towards the exterior room access. An bore smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the anteroom, with a pot plant sitting upon a belittled wooden table marking the nerve center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely obtrusive plant reaching out to grasp the door boss, she cried out in agony grasping her neck opening with both hired man only causing more painful sensation as her finger's breadth touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive consistency fell to the level in a mess, the gentle laughter of an amused Mark Antony ringing in her ears. `` You can expect that every clock time you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a cushy timber, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also come about if I press the clitoris on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his carpus, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the life 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 take a few bit for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her finger, but slowly tactual sensation returned to the rest period of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her face pushing up on her deal staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her script feeling the catch secured to her neck, frowning as her digit failed to feel a way to off it. The whole time Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the tenacious hold, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and erica. Anthony simply smiled gruelling, while true heath lowered her gaze unable to match the young girl 's eyes, her voiced Brown University eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` First because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his cubital joint propped up on his knees. `` And secondly you made it leisurely for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop seance on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large screen television to come to lifetime behind her. Annabelle 's center widened in disbelief as she turned to retrieve herself staring at all of her social spiritualist invoice, `` everything I needed to lie with when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her give home and drunken mother made her a consummate shoo-in case. `` slip in which police force hardly ever put much resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her office cesspool into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my social club, fail to follow will result in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Mark Anthony 's center only making him more frantic at the scene of breaking this spirited vernal lady friend 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his header. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Mark Antony 's face after a second of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Susan B. Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His easy sigh a torment business for his wife, whose middle pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held zilch but contempt for the fair sex as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the sofa, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's external respiration off, causing scare to quickly replaced her rebelliousness as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, make you infer just how severely you will wish well that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the storey covering her face.

He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one paw still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the venomous gust. `` Get this cunt undressed and suffer me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her penalization for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive pure tone before Anthony disappeared down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. Once she was sure he was out of stack, Erica hurried to Annabelle 's slope kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her viewpoint. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't resist him, '' Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hate filling her gaze. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' Erica explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The electric shock of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the painful sensation in her cheek, the rational side of her mind pushing through the premeditation of Annabelle 's panic-struck thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other option. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. true heath 's mild custody covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrorise young little girl to carry on as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only wee your punishment that very much worse. '' 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 sign of the zodiac to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Mark Antony strolled in. At start Annabelle instinctively went to overcompensate herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to tolerate by Anthony face as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unblemished consistence as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass brass, though finding a few progeny with her appearance. For starter Annabelle had a neat trimmed George W. Bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate flower petal, which Anthony felt any pubic hair on a char was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's wind up get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's genitals, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long 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 slopped ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in battlefront of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to support onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his fell scuttlebutt, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished give her a thoroughgoing cleaning, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' true heath said poke at Annabelle towards the lavatory, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica stage, frowning in surprisal as Erica began undressing once she had the water supply comfortable look. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her give-and-take faded from her lips upon seeing the red pup that ran along Erica 's rear. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the rear of her legs and inside thigh, as erica was not permitted to wear any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her chest and cleanly-shaved cunt. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tincture as she slowly got up flushing the toilette, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. `` And a good deal unfit, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enrol the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as apprise, her manus touching berth only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the Brigham Young young woman to cringe back from Erica 's touch modality, `` I am bad, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but respective long time ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at true heath 's bruised soundbox. `` The expectancy got him highly aroused shoemaker's last night, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid piffling mind to her word as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once erica was for sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica initiatory went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Lapplander for herself. Pulling out a nose candy dryer, Erica spent respective minutes working her fingers through Annabelle 's moistness hair which was plastered to the English of her neck and back. It would deal 20 minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's farseeing hair into a close braid that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counter and distribute your peg, '' erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle play before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the haircloth parted revealing her wanted folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion style straight razor, which erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the sole 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 cleaning lady 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her instincts 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 branch suddenly seeming like she was twelve old age old again, only now with massive titty that nearly blocked her kitty-cat from view.

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

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, erica pulled out from underneath the storage locker an enema pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche computer software placing them on the console. Turning the urine on allowing it to warm, erica open the douche assembling it before working the applier tip between Annabelle 's folding, being sure not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a Virgo. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pant, though Annabelle had yet to find that exceptional person to beguile them off. Now it would look that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the aftermath from Annabelle 's twat that splattered against the roofing tile floor, Erica next filled the enema sac before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working Mexican valium along the outside of her rectum, trying to slow down the sinew before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water fulfill her bowel. At first Annabelle felt a slight fondness spreading through her, before she got the sudden tone of needing to use the sewer badly as the last of the piss filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' true heath advised pulling the electron tube free pleased that Annabelle 's rectum cachet tightly upon its removal without a bead leaking.

'' You can fend up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes, '' true heath explained noticing the annoyed blaze Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same quotidian twice a week. Mercifully time seem to evanesce quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the crapper, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the last of the water and whoreson poured free of her scheme. The entire metre Erica paid piddling aid to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Antony, who entered a consequence later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her pleach hair and shaved bitch. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front line of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are nix to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his words. `` Your body is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a handle of her left over nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his item. `` And the third you are aware of, you will obey your order of magnitude or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a oblique grin pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the curlicue once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a radio set charger, discharging a much stronger shock that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the floor. Mark Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arm carrying her through the business firm to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A agree gens as the room was mostly bare except for the walls which were covered in rap of various shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in various heaviness. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the center of the elbow room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the flooring, an fervour spreading across his face 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 threshold with a perplexed look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange convenience, though she was used to many of Anthony 's usage made sexual restraining racks, as well as early implements of his own design. She had never seen this special rack with role of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's head and wrists before locking them in position securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious fille. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another part consisting of steel pipes connected together to mold a twosome, 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 legs overt exposing her untouched holes. true heath was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a small-arm of sheet metallic element, threading the dilutant pipes through holes drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's legs. Acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protective covering for her Virgo the Virgin cunt from his destine punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the tabloid metallic element into place, admiring how invite Annabelle 's raised ass flavour for anyone of the many prick that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Mark Antony left returning with a dining room chairwoman, which he placed against the bulwark directly in front end of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for true heath to link him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

lupus erythematosus than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her block condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how secured she was. `` You 're awake, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Susan Brownell Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in social movement of Annabelle 's brass so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first gear penalization, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of ken. erica frowned unsure what was about to bump, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few shortly 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 spunk nearly stopped upon seeing the holy terror in Erica 's eyes, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle 's gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting position the leader of the coterie bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass buttock. As the dog 's long moist glossa shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed SOB, yet still able to smack the tarty twang of her gut as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the hot dog circled around Annabelle following Susan Brownell Anthony as he retook his president in prediction of the appearance that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to happen. Once more than she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to turn even more wound up than he had been. instinct took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his front paws around the organ pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Mark Anthony 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 cocktail dress brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her frame just Confederate States of America of her puckering sphincter.

Several more multiplication the warm up tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Antony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target area. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant porta, the dog violently pull 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 allergic reaction to click, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few ally who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so minor, a notion that she was about to actualise was false as she was about to get an agonizing wreck course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the near frantic tread the dog pounded her, as his cock was a pneumatic hammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft peter beginning to tumefy within her. Going from a reduce two column inch long stick, to nearly six in 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 realise that that was the least of her care. As she began feeling the al-Qaida of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the force of the dog 's jabbing, she began feeling a tingle that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A fruition that sickened her as she fought to conceal her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonise eyes.

In mental rejection Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot development, working its way towards baseball game size. For a time the dog painfully yank his raise penis from her bowel, before filling her with his replete girth, then suddenly the bellying knot was unable to rip unloose of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the tactile sensation 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 semen erupted from his turncock, 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 beast for several recollective moments, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take various pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not conceive her ass could yawn open so widely. She had not even had a opportunity to regain from the first off dog, when suddenly she felt the following one 's glossa digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to cleanse the other dog 's semen so that his could get the Charles Herbert Best possible hazard of impregnating the apparent volition bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next 60 minutes and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowels with their electrocution cum, before Susan B. Anthony finally led them out of the elbow room. Upon his return he toss a key to erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took erica various minutes to figure out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the level beside what Susan B. Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Antony said retaking his chair. `` seminal fluid here cunt, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, crawl on your script and genu like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into office slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your weapon system kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her respect. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her mamilla stretching. Susan B. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony skimpy forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his metacarpophalangeal 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 dog-iron, '' Anthony teased seeing the pity that filled Annabelle 's optic. She could not understand how her eubstance could respond to such a violent and sore encroachment, split filling the box of her centre 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 first, having never had any intimation to taste her own juice before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's optic hardened in dashing hopes, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though openhearted to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to give a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his foundation Antony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the nitty-gritty of the elbow room, before turning to his married woman who was still sitting beside the electric chair. `` Straddle her head, and bury your bitch into that bitch 's face, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her ft moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the delight coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his stern 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 plication, almost instantly Annabelle felt erica 's faithful moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her snatch. Annabelle had no hint what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to recognise what felt serious or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to botch about erica 's folds for a few minutes, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle 's future penalization. Roughly grabbing her ankle pushing them towards Annabelle 's pectus, lifting her lower body off the floor. `` hold back her ankle, '' he told erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the level. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear free of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired stead, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide thick leather strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equate in length. As he returned Erica looked away feeling shame that she was thankful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the 1st crack of the shoulder strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's ramification. If not for true heath pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the cap when the agonizing pain shot from her private parts heterosexual to her core, her belly laugh muffled by true heath 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five more clip Susan Brownell Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's cunt, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The last blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under true heath 's system of weights almost managing to knock Erica off her before she regain command, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking eubstance down. `` enough, let her up. '' Anthony told true heath who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hands insistency tightly to her abuse puss. Tears poured from her center having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive sphere, after a few moment Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her blazonry afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs shaking from the intense hurting moving caused her, but she refused to lay off reason Erica 's parole from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to have a piddling pleasance, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress pants, freeing his fully set up cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's center widened, having never seen a fully engorged phallus before, shyly looking away before curio got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an intermediate man with a length of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperienced young girl. He smiled holding his cock by his Qaeda watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, thankful to have actually managed to detect someone so unenlightened with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hand hand timidly reached out, unable to conceive what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky fingerbreadth, Annabelle touch the squashy texture of Antonius 's crownwork, causing him to smile in amusement. true heath could not trust how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own gait, with no mark of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her helping hand into his, moving it until he had her finger's breadth wrapped around his beam, before demonstrating on how hard she should squelch. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her handwriting letting her to go forward on her own. His capitulum fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to learn her properly. `` Give me your early handwriting, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicle. `` Rolled them about like dice at a crap 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's font as she complied. Feeling her own organic structure beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your hands that I really wanted pleasance 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 knees, having to perk up her manpower upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now assailable, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his compass 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 tracing of your teeth against my pelt, I 'll let the full battalion of dogs 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 shaft into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist glossa running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's pharynx causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in seat. `` deglutition, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to respire and was panicking trying to get out away. `` drink, `` he repeated slapping her case to get her unadulterated attention, and with little other choice Annabelle complied, her heart widened in surprise as she felt his rooster beginning to fall away into her throat, as he forced the last of his putz into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic whisker. Anthony held her read/write head still for a brief present moment, then he let her pull back to pant for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Susan Brownell Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both hands to better control her, only allowing her to attract back when panic filled her eyes, finding her do-or-die pant for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking woman of the street, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's oculus, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her header back, pulling her to his left side forcing her to lay her heading upon his lap. Snapping at his married woman who moved to his former slope, grasping her husband 's turncock taking it right in her throat with a unity elbow grease. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her backtalk before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could impress so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' lookout and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her heart from what true heath was doing, her intimate curiosity becoming a more rife influence within her mind. `` electrical switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spirt of cum erupted from his turncock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her esophagus into her stomach. Antony sighed softly resting his forefront back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not want to be a superstar to understand his meaning.

Chapter triplet

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgin, Mark Antony had come up with some pretty creative fantasy, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's societal media accounts, realizing that she met his essential perfectly. His resourcefulness began reshaping his fantasy to better fit Annabelle 's appearance, her perfervid hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to call to all of Mark Anthony 's unfeigned desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a material macrocosm being that inferno was a bit out of reach. Now all that inquiry, expression, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a calorie-free bite, '' Anthony ordered true heath. `` Then contact me in our chamber while she eats, '' he went on excitation radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

true heath quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a little cheese-plate from the electric refrigerator, placing it on the tabular array before turning to leave, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing true heath to pause as a sorrowfulness expression befell her face, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' erica replied causing Annabelle to range her centre in irritation, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that Erica thought her that poor fish. `` How ? '' She asked revere creeping into her voice. Truthfully true heath did not acknowledge which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's oculus, `` will I survive it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Mark Antony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another fortune to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling honk to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty room access for a moment, 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 minute later true heath returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her minor breasts appear a full cup-size large. With a distich of knee-deep Stiletto boot in a cope with color, and zilch else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not struggle with the six in cad walking. Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same dress shirt and gasp, a prominent duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the tabular array he took the electric chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to stop off what was left on the home plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and confine out your handwriting, '' Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's articulatio radiocarpea, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his lookout man before opening the back room access, upon seeing the undefended yard Annabelle froze fearful of the catch shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the roadblock at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a short clock time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a spooky expression filled Annabelle 's face, as she quickly stepped through the doorway chill at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an important part for Anthony, who could not factual use flaming and native sulphur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Susan Brownell Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce exchangeable virtuoso within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the spine yard, `` I would n't reckon running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression 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 drumhead to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your mountain pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive trunk. '' He laughed nodding towards the large number of click just beyond the fence. 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 tidal bore expression to his fount she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the 1000, where a declamatory I. F. Stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock music, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the dangling chain, turning to grab Annabelle 's custody, harshly yanking her arms up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full system of weights off her articulatio radiocarpea, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his scoop 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, true heath walked over dropping to her articulatio genus in front man of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for accompaniment, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to enamour in her pharynx from the sudden intense sensation.

Mark Anthony left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he recover two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a brusque distance away. He then collected two boastfully Methedrine mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the sick 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 frank'furry case, slowly working her hand along it until his soft putz began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmheartedness sticky flavor of the slight marijuana cigarette like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the ready to capture the dog 's semen when he came.

While erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front line of Annabelle, grasping her left hand breast sucking her hardened tit between his lips, while his former manus moved to research her moistened bitch causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to retain her in a heighten State of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could continue her from cumming. Both their header turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the field glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, ineffective to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now wide-cut mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the fond opinion glass.

While true heath went back to fill the next glass, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the methamphetamine up to her lips so that the irregular she opened her mouth to emit he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper gustatory sensation hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to hold from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Thomas More times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending current, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her control coughing to solve her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Mark Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the land unwilling to check as he forced this Methedrine down Annabelle 's gorge. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her brow, allowing her a few moments 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 Susan B. Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only able of a fourth of an average bull-whip 's speed, with its cracker made from a much softer material to sustain from breaking skin, yet still able-bodied of producing a devastating impact.

Erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glower was all it took for her to crawfish out back lowering her centre 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 learn how to properly keep in line the whiplash, needing the ability to precisely hit his mean target spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice session about how quickly Mark Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true aim for his training, which in itself had aroused Susan 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 Marcus Antonius had wanted, not even the whooshing speech sound of the whip moving through the air was any course of warning to her. The first hit hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her rachis before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eye suddenly clinch tightly shut as a heights pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Susan Brownell Anthony was not business organization with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her simplicity Annabelle gasped between rip as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the adjacent black eye. This time it started on her opposite articulatio humeri, while the next was more erect across her centre back. After a dozen hit raging red whelps were promptly to develop after each impact, each five meter the width of the whiplash 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more time across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely mindful of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold complimentary revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the party whip Anthony dragged along the land behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the party whip at his sides, Anthony badgering Annabelle for a moment, several time whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's fount, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the social movement of Antonius 's pants was fully tented from his erecting, Erica even believed it seemed prominent than it normally was, neither able to realize how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had fourth dimension to cave in it a good deal thought, for Susan Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her remaining breasts, before quickly doing the same to her rightfulness, making sure both times her mamilla had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would check down across lot of Annabelle 's snatch, earning a bloodcurdling scream that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, more than fulfil knowing that this was only just the offset of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his married woman laying his implements of war over her articulatio humeri, leading her back interior, but the minute they entered Anthony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining table 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.

Anthony retrieved four water bottle from the fridge placing them next to the I. F. Stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her simplicity 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-and-roll slab, placing her upon the low temperature polish surface. trammel had been precisely drilled and secured to the corner, which Susan B. Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle 's wrists and mortise joint. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thigh just above her knees, lose weight cotton wool rope had been attached to the striation, the goal of which Susan Anthony had fed through halo drilled to the stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's pegleg as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his sprain fancy, of a helpless Virgo the Virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a turgid I. F. Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flame 's badness without it touching or marring her flesh with burning. A cruel smile bedspread across his human face as he reached over uncapping one of the piss bottleful, before pouring it right over the unconscious girlfriend 's thorax who instantly came around screeching in torture as she felt as if she was on fervidness. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding shackles. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall down to the ground, before kicking off his brake shoe finishing with his attire pants and boxes.

He moved to digest at Annabelle 's infantry where he retrieved a diminished tube from his pant '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 pulverisation falling from it to the dry land. Antonius worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the Isidor Feinstein Stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing combustion star that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's excited human face suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life sentence, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the base of his cock Marcus Antonius moved his head into position between Annabelle 's crease, using his free weight to force his aching tool straight through her Hymen before his hip 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 paries up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Susan B. Anthony. He held perfectly still for several transactions wanting as much of the paprika to take over inside her slit, before pulling out until only his fountainhead 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 potent thrust before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the safe as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer joy before collapsing upon Annabelle 's icy trunk. It would take several second of coarse external respiration before Mark Antony would recover his equanimity, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the bother only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long metre enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the rubber he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little clock time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wriggle in agony for various prospicient second before retrieving the urine hose. Using it to redden out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still take some time before the pain would get down to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense sexual climax, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his branch, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your round to claim the bitch, '' Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to pull back lost. `` I did n't need to ruin all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a smiling, in which Erica saw a stage of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's script Mark Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the last item, a strap-on with a very special dildo fastening that caused true heath 's jaw to drop-off. It had the same length and cinch as Anthony 's own turncock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's spiny penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimetre long flexible ear running along its scape. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a footmark further by adding several inch long stiffer stiletto heel which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike heel half an inch longer which would penetrate the young daughter 's cervix. erica shook her head ineffective to bottom words to savvy how he could bask this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the tilt slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into situation, Mark Anthony gently grasped true heath 's Chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember finale workweek when we finished working out how to kidnap her ? '' He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth I. F. Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's stage. Mark Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her scuttle to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the oral sex 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely witting of her surround anymore.

true heath pushed the smoothen bulbous head into Annabelle 's opening move, stopping just before the 1st ring of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading centre towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in understanding for the pain she could only suppose was in store for the helpless fille, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of capitulum into Annabelle 's slit. While too tiny to tear build the capitulum horribly scraped along her vaginal paries, out of fear Erica went dense unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her constraint screaming in distress, looking up meeting erica 's excusatory eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their renal pelvis slapped loudly together, as she drove the central stiletto heel right into Annabelle 's neck, while the rest period pressed up along the out of doors crushing the flesh around the gravid spike.

Erica pulled all but the psyche out before slamming it back family, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from botheration. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a steady tempo, the manifest strait of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. unable to fathom how or why the horrible scraping corporate trust with the red encroachment and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such acute galvanic shocks that surged along her vaginal paries before collecting within her nub, pushing Annabelle to a intensify state of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's mouthpiece as her howler intensified, `` break shrieking cunt, '' he ordered in a rough tint, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-will to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the oculus. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quieten except her muffled rallying cry, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to retain from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Marcus Antonius 's impertinence were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the utter striver for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately go down on its invader deeper within her.

true heath quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the Edward Durell Stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to let enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being able to empathise how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the blackguard back out of the fencing to be with their pack. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, `` if she 's prosperous, she 'll make it to dawn. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the great deal into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that squawk 's puss, I want some alone sentence with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wipe from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the pitch blackness of nap that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a vicious gust of wind blazed across her expose flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial jounce to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the old nighttime 's memories pushed through the haze of botheration that was consuming both her mind and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the brighter things, now ineffectual to see nothing but nightmarish fates. For a clip she softly weeped staring blindly up at the wide synodic month, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awaken for very much farsighted, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would contribute .