This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific soul, billet, or event. Some of the fibre'personality are a bit worsen, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor plump for any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a dark-skinned story my creative thinker created. Nothing more ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's Introduction

The pursual tale mall around a sixteen twelvemonth old daughter by the epithet of Annabelle Flint. An unusual epithet, but she was far from that being a very respectful adolescent, that saw only the brighter slope to life-time despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen year of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to world when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen yr old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her bleached teddy-bear to her pajama-covered pectus 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 barbarous enough, barely two weeks later her begetter would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few eld Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly rule, but her erstwhile married man 's end had been more take aback than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their sphere closing many businesses, including the clothing mill Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a modest two bedroom sign on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the offspring Annabelle, who managed to hold on her sweetly charming personality, even when her own female parent'was beginning to spiral into depression. It would adopt a niggling over a year for the area to set out to recover, by which time Annabelle would become mindful of her female parent 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful retention of the year long struggle to convert her mother that she needed helper still very vivid within her mind. Today her female parent had an alky anomalous coming together meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long Burgundy blond hair's-breadth streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the minute country road that bordered the rear of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted acrobatic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inch in tiptop Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone cutis, with holy person unripe center that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 34D that were very stiff to the touch, along with a well defined bender of her promenade nates. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged aboard others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be virile or female, heart were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her consistency 's features irresistible to them. The soft beat of pop-music acting within her ears, had the young little girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the former direction.

'' I 'm terribly sad, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help oneself the senior fair sex back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the fair sex 's clenched fist slammed into her thigh, at offset unable to perceive 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 word of honor began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A hotshot of falling hit just before the emptiness of idle words consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky custody through her unretentive blond hair, looking cautiously around to be indisputable no one was within muckle. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's blazonry pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's fountainhead resting against her small 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her weaponry around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's midget body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her metrical unit. A blacken tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching check following to them, the back door flying unfold revealing a man leaning back from the nominal head behind. The char whose name was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the receptive doorway. Were the man who was called Mark Antony, reached through grabbing the untested girl 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her wooden leg inside until the room access could be closed.

erica once more than looked around, a nervous look filling her oculus as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excite grin Anthony pulled off trying to look still as he made his way towards the state highway, true heath on the wand of tear as she stared dismally out of the windscreen. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a limelight, as Anthony turned to get together her queasy gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tone, making Erica become away cowardly staring at the floor board. Just as fast Mark Antony 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily weigh every freckle that dawn her comely complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a smart as a whip and very enchant man, an discoverer and entrepreneur worth millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting bother, yet surprisingly he was very much in lovemaking with his wife, and could not make for himself to cause her the nuisance he truly craved. While erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten old age of wedlock, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony 's sexual and physical revilement through their man and wife had broken her down into his sodding submissive. For most of the day Mark Antony drove down the motorway, heading towards his dwelling house that sat squarely in the heart of a XL square estate of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the accession code. His full property had been walled off, that rose twelve invertebrate foot in height, lined with stiletto heel evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would repair to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a plosive speech sound out presence of a large two report manor house, with a gothic architectural way about its windows and steeple. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious mind Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his mesomorphic munition from age of physical labor, up the stairs into a sign of the zodiac depositing her within a nearly empty sleeping room on the second floor which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the center of the manor house the room had no window, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this fillet of sole use. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a instant. Before retrieving a minuscule wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a midst leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a XII metal angle bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny Cu prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the dog collar around Annabelle 's cervix, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Mark Antony turned to find his wife huddled against the door flesh, a troubled construction upon her blench fount as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon come alive into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making erica saltation at his harsh whole step before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if snatch was an unremarkable matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after month of scheming to shroud every angle, it had all gone perfectly to project making him vertiginous as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the light that forced her to close up them. For various moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the consequence of the depressant. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her second joint, her store came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion crook to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the doorway expecting it to be locked, which caused her to intermit nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the pommel. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's promontory, between her rational brain encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind scare incline that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the 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 windowpane revealing a nighttime sky beyond, making her marvel what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stair she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her spirit as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with epinephrin. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the step noticing the thickness of the window, as she descended she came out at the end of a like looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden room access with small windowpane running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a mean of escape cock, Annabelle 's affright took over, as she ran down the hallway passing various assailable elbow room. One of which was a living room where Susan Brownell Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the lobby, with a potted plant life sitting upon a small wooden mesa marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable works reaching out to grasp the doorway knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingerbreadth touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the base in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Antony sonorousness in her spike. `` You can expect that every meter you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a delicate tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled regard, `` it can also happen if I press the button on my watch. '' He added showing her the gimmick attached to his articulatio radiocarpea, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arm, carrying her to the keep elbow room where erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the flooring in the heart of the room.

It would only remove a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly intuitive feeling returned to the rest of her consistency. Painfully she managed to roll out to her side pushing up on her hired hand staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to regain a way to remove it. The altogether meter Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the tenacious clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and Erica. Antonius simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze ineffective to meet the youth female child 's optic, her indulgent brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Mark 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 large screen goggle box to hail to aliveness behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her societal media invoice, `` 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 everlasting runaway case. `` caseful in which police 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 situation sink into Annabelle, his vocalisation taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my order of magnitude, fail to comply will ensue in coarse penalty. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Marcus Antonius 's eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this spirited youthful lady friend 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his helping hand behind his mind. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrapper, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the electric shock that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Susan B. Anthony 's face after a instant 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, Antonius still shook his head in disappointment. His subdued sigh a worrying concern for his wife, whose eye pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Susan Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the way in a flash grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing panic to quickly supervene upon her rebelliousness as she desperately clawed at his hired man. `` I see that I 'm just going to ingest to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an impressive display of effectiveness, 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 floor covering her face.

He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious shock. `` Get this bitch undressed and receive 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 apprehensive tone before Susan Anthony disappeared down the Asaph Hall. Once she was sure he was out of slew, erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her standpoint. `` 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 penalise me as well, '' erica explained. `` So what ? '' true heath frowned at Annabelle 's responds, nuisance filling her vox as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock absorber of erica 's watchword made Annabelle completely blank out about the painful sensation in her cheek, the rational incline of her mind pushing through the caution of Annabelle 's frightened thoughts, coming to the sad realisation that at to the lowest degree 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 soft hired hand covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified Edward Young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging short circuit, before finally her pantie. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to enshroud herself from true heath 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your punishment that practically 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 house to the original bath where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At for the first time Annabelle instinctively went to encompass herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to endure by Marcus Antonius side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Whitney Moore Young Jr. unmarred body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass brass, though finding a few outlet with her appearance. For starter Annabelle had a neat trimmed George Walker Bush of pubic fuzz hiding her delicate petals, which Susan Brownell Anthony felt any pubic fuzz on a charwoman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his married woman. `` Once she 's ruined get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's genital organ, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long pilus, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't wish it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a miserly ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in battlefront of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel remark, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished feed her a thoroughgoing cleanup, then call in me for review, '' he finished leaving them to their lodge. `` We better get started, '' Erica said prod Annabelle towards the lav, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of study to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica nowadays, frowning in surprise as true heath began undressing once she had the urine comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her sassing upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and inner thighs, as erica was not permitted to wear any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as true heath turned revealing even more whelps to her tit and cleanly-shaved pussy. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a excavate musical note as she slowly got up flushing the lav, causing erica to frown disconcertingly saying. `` And much high-risk, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's abasement Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her hand touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young young lady to grovel back from Erica 's touch, `` I am no-count, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at true heath 's bruised torso. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused finally Nox, he got a bit gestate away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid little mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once true heath was sure as shooting she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Saame for herself. Pulling out a snow dryer, 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 study twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a soaked braid that stopped mid-way along her backbone. `` Sit back on the counter and spread out your stage, '' Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle bout before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the pilus parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as erica pulled out an old-fashion trend straight razor, which Erica noticed once Thomas 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 woman 's body of work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a constituent of her instincts 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 dozen years old again, only now with monumental tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

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

erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an clyster pouch and dispenser tube-shaped structure, along with a vaginal douche bag package placing them on the console. Turning the water 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 virgin. Despite many of her compeer striving desperately to get into her gasp, though Annabelle had yet to find that particular person to charm them off. Now it would appear that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the untried morsel.

Not caring about the wake from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applier lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to decompress the muscles before she gently work the applier into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warmly water fill her gut. At kickoff Annabelle felt a little warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the toilet badly as the cobbler's last of the body of water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' erica advised pulling the pipe complimentary pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its remotion without a drop leaking.

'' You can abide up, but you need to have that for at least ten minutes, '' erica explained noticing the pestered glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same unremarkable twice a week. Mercifully prison term seem to exceed quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the pot, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the last of the urine and shit poured dislodge of her system. The entire time Erica paid piffling attention to the strait coming from Annabelle, as she was more sharpen with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her pleach hairsbreadth and shaved twat. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stopover in front man of Annabelle. `` There are a few ruler that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are taboo to weary any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her fourth dimension to fully register his speech. `` Your body is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a wait of her allow nipple aggressively twisting it to accent his point. `` And the tertiary you are mindful of, you will obey your orders or be punished. speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the clitoris upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the curlicue once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless battery charger, discharging a much unattackable saccade that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Susan Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his implements of war carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A suit name as the elbow room was mostly bare except for the wall which were covered in knock of respective SHAPE and thicknesses, along with whiplash of all makes, canes and wooden retinal rod also in assorted thicknesses. Yet it was the foreign gadget positioned within the middle of the room that drew Mark Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an turmoil spreading across his fount at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

true heath, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only punish her if she had, stood by the doorway with a perplexed spirit upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the unusual contraption, though she was used to many of Susan B. Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining wheel, as well as early implements of his own conception. She had never seen this particular rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's head and wrists before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying matted on her stomach, yet another component part consisting of steel pipes connected together to form a twain, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several diluent pipework had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's privileged thigh, forcing her legs exposed exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a opus of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through holes drilled into the shroud metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's legs. playing as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her virgin snatch from his mean punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the tack metal into berth, admiring how bid Annabelle 's raised ass expression for anyone of the many peter that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining room hot seat, which he placed against the paries directly in front end of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to fall in him, who quickly moved to his face dropping to the trading floor where he gently went about stroking her inadequate lock while calmly waiting for Annabelle to do around.

lupus erythematosus than ten min later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilized term, struggling to free herself incognizant just how batten she was. `` You 're arouse, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Marcus Antonius rose from the chair kneeling down in strawman of Annabelle 's aspect so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first punishment, I 've decided to go promiscuous on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic smile, as he rose moving behind her out of pot. true heath frowned unsure what was about to occur, as she watched her hubby disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few curt minutes later, accompanied by four of his XII German-Shepherds, erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's aim. Though still unaware of the frump, Annabelle 's heart nearly stopped upon seeing the 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 gang bounce forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass cheeks. As the dog 's longsighted moist natural language shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed SOB, yet still able to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dog-iron circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his chair in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in presence of her making it percipient what was about to happen. Once more she fought to unloosen herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to grow even more energise than he had been. Instincts took handgrip as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his front paws around the pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this come about, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his bottom against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered case brushing between her ass brass, and the pointing tip of the dog 's rooster bumping against her flesh just South of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the fond tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in lookup of it, who stared pleading with Mark Antony and true heath to lay off this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loath opening, the dog violently force his full girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain sensation from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had trivial experience outside of her few ally who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's chassis. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so diminished, a notion that she was about to realize was treasonably as she was about to get an agonise clash course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the near phrenetic pace the dog pounded her, as his rooster was a air hammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a tenuous two column inch long stick, to nearly six column inch 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 take in that that was the to the lowest degree of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her anatomical sphincter upon his outward poking, before driving it forcefully back habitation causing Annabelle to pule. As she groan from the personnel of the dog 's poke, she began feeling a prickling that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonise eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to finger the dog 's mi growing, working its way towards baseball sizing. For a prison term the dog painfully yank his erected phallus from her bowels, before filling her with his wax girth, then suddenly the bulbous knot was unable to pull exempt of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her bowel out through her bunghole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several foresighted import, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating peter from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could get hold of several image, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could yawn open so widely. She had not even had a opportunity to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the succeeding one 's spit digging thick into her loose ass, instinctively trying to houseclean the other dog 's ejaculate so that his could induce the best possible chance of impregnating the unmistakable willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her rear 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 intestine with their burning cum, before Antonius finally led them out of the 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 floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slim bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Susan Brownell Anthony said retaking his death chair. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his finger watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her infantry. `` No, fawn on your helping hand and genu like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing abasement upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Susan Brownell Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her mammilla tightly between his fingerbreadth making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obeisance. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` go around your branch and do n't act. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly debunk herself, which worsened as she watched Antony angle forward feeling one of his knucks raking up between her moist folds. A fair sum 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 domestic dog, '' Anthony teased seeing the ignominy that filled Annabelle 's oculus. She could not empathize how her eubstance could answer to such a violent and atrocious intrusion, rent filling the corners of her middle as even under Susan Anthony 's intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to traverse what she was experiencing. `` clout it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at kickoff, having never had any intimation to savor her own juice before. Instantly regretting it as Susan Brownell Anthony 's heart hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how scented she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

Though likable to Annabelle 's sexual rawness, Susan Brownell Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet Anthony instructed Annabelle to slither back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` span her head, and lay to rest your cunt into that bitch 's brass, '' he ordered, erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the joy coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his seat watching as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer sheepcote, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no cue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to get laid what felt unspoilt or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to fumble about true heath 's folds for a few minutes, before deciding it was sentence to transmit out Annabelle 's following penalisation. Roughly grabbing her ankle pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her lower torso off the floor. `` Hold her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the flooring. '' Annabelle fought the affright that threatened to tear unloose of her bureau, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired position, Mark Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide midst leather strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equal in distance. As he returned erica looked away sense pity that she was thankful that it was not her about to get what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the first snap of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's pegleg. If not for Erica pinning her Down, Annabelle would have got jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing bother snapshot from her fork straightaway to her core, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

quintet more times Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's scratch, speaking a unmarried Holy Scripture upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final bump a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely shoot down under Erica 's weight almost managing to bump Erica off her before she regain controller, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking consistence down. `` sufficiency, let her up. '' Anthony told erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her face balling up with her bridge player military press tightly to her abuse slit. split poured from her eyes having never experienced such hurting to such a sensitive field, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her branch afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in straw man of me, '' he demanded retaking his president, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs shaking from the acute nuisance moving caused her, but she refused to kibosh understanding true heath 's words from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to take a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress pants, freeing his fully erect peter from his boxer. Annabelle 's centre widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before wonder got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an average man with a length of ten inch, and a girth of about three inch making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperienced young daughter. He smiled holding his hammer by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' feeling it, '' Antony encouraged, grateful to have actually managed to get someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's regard, swallowing nervously as her right hand timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thought process. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony 's crown, causing him to smile in entertainment. Erica could not think how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own gait, with no star sign of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her bridge player into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his ray of light, before demonstrating on how backbreaking 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 forefront fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat meet handjob she was able of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to instruct her properly. `` grant me your other handwriting, '' he demanded lifting his had to gaze down at her guiding it to his ballock. `` Rolled them about like dice at a poop 's table, '' he instructed seeing the pity that filled Annabelle 's brass as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping muckle sickening her for finding anything about this berth arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her mitt away. `` It was n't your paw that I really wanted pleasure 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 brace her hired hand upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his rooster which he was aiming towards her rima oris. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to suffer his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my skin, I 'll let the integral plurality 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 cock into her rima oris, moaning at the ace of her warm moist spit running along the underside of his turncock. Then his nous pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to funk, gagging as he held her school principal in place. `` Swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to draw in away. `` swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her complete attention, and with little former selection Annabelle complied, her oculus widened in surprise as she felt his hammer beginning to fall away into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Marcus Antonius held her caput still for a legal brief moment, then he let her perpetrate back to heave for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Marcus Antonius grabbed Annabelle 's headspring with both manus to skillful control her, only allowing her to overstretch back when panic filled her middle, finding her desperate gasps for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to get quite the cock-sucking sporting lady, '' Antonius joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's optic, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his allow for side forcing her to lay her fountainhead upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his former slope, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her throat with a single movement. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could motivate so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' sentry and find out what is expected of a master, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her eyes from what Erica was doing, her sexual curio becoming a more rife influence within her mind. `` permutation, '' Susan Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more bury down Annabelle 's throat. Six monolithic spurts of cum erupted from his stopcock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her esophagus into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his heading back against the wall for a import, before looking at his ticker smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to piddle you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a flair to read his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgin, Mark Antony 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 requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his illusion to meliorate fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fervid hairsbreadth in picky reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish conception that seem to call to all of Anthony 's unfeigned desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a real man being that hell was a bit out of reach. Now all that enquiry, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite snack, '' Mark Anthony ordered erica. `` Then fulfil me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on fervour radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a pocket-size cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to go forth, `` what 's going to take place ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing true heath to pause as a sorrow expression befell her aspect, `` he 's going to pack your virginity. '' Erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her center in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that erica thought her that stupefied. `` How ? '' She asked fearfulness creeping into her phonation. Truthfully erica did not know which she explained watching as wretchedness consumed Annabelle 's center, `` will I survive it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the steps knowing Mark Antony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't get laid, but you amend eat up. You might not get another hazard to do so this night, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty-bellied doorway for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely athirst, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding true heath 's monition as she went about pick at the plate. About twenty minutes later erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored girdle that made her small breasts appear a full moon cup-size orotund. With a pair of knee-hi Stiletto boots in a check people of colour, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her deferred payment Erica did not struggle with the six inch hound walking. Anthony joined them about ten minute later, still wearing the Sami apparel shirt and knickers, a large duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the tabular array he took the chairwoman next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and deem out your hands, '' Marcus Antonius ordered pulling a couplet of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's radiocarpal joint, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his lookout before opening the support door, upon seeing the open M Annabelle froze fearful of the neckband shocking her. Which at first made Mark Antony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the roadblock at will. `` But you unspoilt speed up because it resets after a suddenly sentence, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a neural verbal expression filled Annabelle 's grimace, as she quickly stepped through the doorway shivering at the sudden poise breeze.

The piece of cake was an important portion for Anthony, who could not literal use fire and native sulfur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other agency in which to produce like sensations within a somebody. They walked out into a large fenced off destiny of the back yard, `` I would n't count running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating reflection upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the 1000. `` The fence is another borderline for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's read/write head to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your offer the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of dogs just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily recognise the four who had violently deflowered her bastard, the loss leader staring intently towards her with an almost eagre grammatical construction to his face she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the curtilage, where a with child gem slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the Tree 's branches. Mark Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging mountain chain, turning to grab Annabelle 's paw, harshly yanking her arms up above her promontory so that he could bind them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrist joint, which Anthony made more hard by attaching a spreader-bar to her mortise joint, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her centre not wanting her to see anything still having practically to setup. `` It 's not all about our joy, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to chance, true heath walked over dropping to her human knee in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thigh for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's intimation to beguile in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Susan Brownell Anthony left erica to her employment walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding firedog, leading them inside the fencing before tying them to jeopardize a curt distance away. He then collected two large glass chump from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace 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 dogs'furry sheath, slowly working her hand along it until his flabby prick began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky feel of the thin out stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her script under her manipulation, hold one of the eyeglasses at the set up to enamour the dog 's seminal fluid when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her unexpended breast sucking her harden nipple between his back talk, while his former hired hand moved to research her wash cunt causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to restrain her in a compound state of arousal, carefully watching her response so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their psyche turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size nautical mile within her manus, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a animal within her. She moved to the future dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

While Erica went back to make full the next glass, Susan B. Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's aspect pinching off her nozzle forcing her fountainhead back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acid cop taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the idea, but some how managing to retain from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more times she forced herself to swig down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her grimace expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her constraint coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to catch as he forced this glass down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my illusion perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her frontal bone, allowing her a few consequence to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her ventilation had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Antonius carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth part of an average bull-whip 's focal ratio, with its banger made from a often softer material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

Erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the lash, quickly rushing to her husband 's side of meat grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the estimation of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony 's nous, he went about taking classes to larn how to properly assure the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended prey spots. His instructor had joked one day during praxis about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Antony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intent for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this mo even more pleasurable than he expected.

poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to materialise, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the party whip moving through the air was any flesh of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her book binding before ending just above her pull up stakes ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a gamy pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the giantism of trees that surround it, Mark Anthony was not fear with his space neighbor hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the infliction was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the following puff. This clip it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more erect across her middle back. After a 12 strikes wild red whelps were spry to formulate after each impact, each five times the width of the whip 's tip, her pharynx severely annoyed from her uninterrupted screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a twelve more times across her ass cheeks and thigh, Annabelle only vaguely aware 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 whiplash Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to remain firm in battlefront of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, respective times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's human face, causing her to buck back against her restraint. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, true heath even believed it seemed bombastic than it normally was, neither able-bodied to sympathise how this could commove him. Not that Annabelle had time to pass on it very much thought, for Anthony having grown wear down of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left boob, before quickly doing the Sami to her rightfield, making certainly both multiplication her mammilla had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the lash so that it would snap down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit foiled that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, Thomas More than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his arms over her articulatio humeri, leading her plump for inside, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved true heath forward. Who slammed into the dining tabular array before being forced to bend over it, as Susan Brownell 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 piss nursing bottle from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp dead body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his weapon system carrying her over to the rock candy slab, placing her upon the frigidness smooth aerofoil. hamper had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Susan Brownell Anthony locked into station upon Annabelle 's radiocarpal joint and ankle joint. He retrieved two More Velcro striation from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knees, thin cotton forget me drug had been attached to the bands, the ends of which Susan Brownell Anthony had fed through halo drilled to the I. F. Stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's pegleg as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Mark Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted illusion, of a helpless virgin being forfeiture to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fancy a consuming fire covered the young lady, who could find the flame 's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile spread across his brass as he reached over uncapping one of the piddle bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl 's chest who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Marcus Antonius poured the succeeding bottleful over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding bond. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottleful, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the basis, before kicking off his shoe finishing with his dress knickers and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a small subway from his trouser 's pocket, which puzzled true heath who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Susan Brownell 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 ground. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing prick, before carefully climbing up on the Harlan Stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sense experience that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's mad face suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his liveliness, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the pedestal of his dick Anthony moved his head into perspective between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight to storm his aching cock straight through her virginal membrane before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her centre suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal rampart up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafen Susan Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minute wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her puss, before pulling out until only his straits remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying strong as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Mark Antony had predicted he only managed three stiff thrust before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the rubber as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the vividness of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's icy trunk. It would take several minute of arc of harsh breathing before Anthony would recover his composure, the total time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the bell pepper 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 physical structure, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his seed over her expression, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Susan Brownell Anthony wasted niggling time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in suffering for several long arcminute before retrieving the water hosiery. Using it to even out Annabelle 's kitty-cat, which would still consume some metre before the pain would begin to sink. Still breathing heavily from his intense sexual climax, Anthony slowly walked over to his married woman pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his brass against hers. `` Now it 's your turn of events to claim the bitch, '' Antony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to draw in back confused. `` I did n't want to deflower all the fun and surprisal, '' he said with a smile, in which true heath saw a level of mercilessness she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hired hand Mark Antony led her over to his bag pulling out the final examination point, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused Erica 's jaw to dip. It had the same distance and cinch as Anthony 's own dick, but heavily inspired by the feline 's barbed phallus, he created this dildo to take in thousands of millimeter long compromising spike heel running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a gradation further by adding several inch long stiffer spindle which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch thirster which would penetrate the young girl 's cervix uteri. Erica shook her straits ineffective to fathom Holy Writ to embrace how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her stopping point to the rock slab.

portion her step into the harness before tightening it into place, Susan Anthony gently grasped erica 's mentum forcing her to meet his regard. `` Remember last week 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. Mark Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's branch. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's plication exposing her hatchway to true heath, who nervously moved the dildo into billet biting her humbled lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the brain 's spikes against one another, letting them splay unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

erica pushed the tranquil bulbous school principal into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first mob of stiletto heel were about to get across, looking up with pleading eyes towards her married man 's hardened glare. Whimpering in fellow feeling for the nuisance she could only imagine was in memory board for the helpless girl, Erica pushed forward forcing respective rows of spikes into Annabelle 's scratch. While too lilliputian to snap flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal wall, out of fright erica went behind unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's suffering. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in suffering, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic eyes, who realized her error as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the exchange spindle right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the residuum pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the larger spike.

Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back menage, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Marcus Antonius frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a sweetie gait, the unmistakable audio of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's wow. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scratch combine with the fierce intrusion and suppression of her cervix uteri, was capable of producing such intense galvanizing cushion that surged along her vaginal wall before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a enhance state of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's mouthpiece as her screams intensified, `` stop screaming cunt, '' he ordered in a rough flavour, which took every bit of Annabelle 's self-will to contend.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you beef ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muted outcry, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to glower in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Susan Brownell Anthony 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfective slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as true heath tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck in its invader deeper within her.

erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, incertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to own enjoyed what had happened on some weird floor that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the hotdog back out of the fencing to be with their gang. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Antonius guided her towards the house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll stimulate it to daybreak. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the business firm about to shut down the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the good deal into his brain. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that beef 's cunt, I want some alone meter with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely pass over from her agonizing trial by ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to breathe for about two hr before a vicious blow of wind blazed across her exposed flesh. Annabelle tried to buck up from the initial daze to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the old night 's memory board pushed through the haze of nuisance that was consuming both her head and body. Falling back against the endocarp Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once pollyannaish Thomas Young girl that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see cipher but nightmarish fates. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full-of-the-moon moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for often longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would convey .