This is a complete work of fable, and has no correlation to any specific individual, topographic point, or upshot. Some of the fiber'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor plunk for any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a dark tale my brain created. Nothing to a greater extent ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's entry

The keep abreast tale gist around a xvi year old missy by the name of Annabelle flint. An unusual epithet, but she was far from that being a very respectful adolescent, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many suffering to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her aliveness had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The baker's dozen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her Father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lifetime as well.

For a few twelvemonth Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former hubby 's death had been more disgraceful 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 area closing many business organisation, including the wear factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a humble two bedroom house on the fringe of their township. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to hold her sweet charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into depression. It would remove a little over a year for the orbit to start out to recover, by which metre Annabelle would get mindful of her female parent 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even step, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her female parent Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The atrocious memories of the yr long struggle to convince her mother that she needed assistant still very vivid within her intellect. Today her mother had an lush anomalous merging meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long Bourgogne blond hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow nation road that bordered the tooshie of her neck of the woods. Though Lester Willis Young, Annabelle 's body looked to a fault mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three column inch in tallness Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel unripened optic that ensnared your mortal with a unproblematic smile. Her titty were a large 34D that were very firm to the cutaneous senses, along with a well defined curve of her promenade bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of care as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding residential area also used these roads as jogging itinerary. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostle of her physical structure 's features irresistible to them. The soft beat of pop-music playing within her capitulum, had the young young woman a bit distrait as she merged onto another route, running sideways into another fair sex coming from the early direction.

'' I 'm terribly deplorable, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the honest-to-god woman back to her feet. Without warning the char lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the adult female 's clenched fist slammed into her second joint, at first ineffectual to savvy the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle words began fading as her human race begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nullity consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky work force through her inadequate blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be indisputable no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arms pulling her into a sitting billet, with Annabelle 's head resting against her little 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's bantam body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her infantry. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the back door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front man seat. The woman whose name was Erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open room access. Were the man who was called Susan Anthony, reached through grabbing the immature girl 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while true heath maneuvered her legs inside until the door could be closed.

erica once more looked around, a nervous flavour filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an activated grin Anthony pulled off trying to look tranquilize as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to blow over into a glare, as Anthony turned to satisfy her spooky gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow up hard tone, making erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as debauched Mark Anthony 's grin returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the peach that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily enumerate every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were hubby and married woman, with some very dissimilar values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very capture man, an inventor and enterpriser Charles Frederick Worth zillion. He also was a intimate sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting hurting, yet surprisingly he was very much in dearest with his married woman, and could not bring himself to make her the pain in the ass he truly craved. While true heath at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at commencement she had been very freelancer, but Marcus Antonius 's intimate and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his utter submissive. For most of the day Marcus Antonius drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a forty square land of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arriver, Susan B. Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the logic gate entering the entree computer code. His entire dimension had been walled off, that rose 12 metrical foot in superlative, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporation that would recur to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a fresh function as of today. He came to a arrest out battlefront of a tumid two storey manor, with a gothic architectural style about its window and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Susan B. Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from year of forcible confinement, up the stairs into a theater depositing her within a nearly discharge sleeping room on the moment floor which only contained a bed.

being situated within the gist of the manor the room had no windowpane, built by Anthony a few workweek ago for this sole purpose. Susan B. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the scene that awaited, studying her angelic body for a present moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the choker were a dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding midget copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Susan Anthony carefully worked the choker around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Susan Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the doorway frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his coarse quality before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Susan B. Anthony gave piffling thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if snatch was an everyday subject to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after month of scheming to extend every Angle, it had all gone perfectly to be after making him woozy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to amount around, frowning from the luminance that forced her to close them. For various consequence she looked around puzzled by her desolate surround, still very druggy from the gist of the downer. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing painful sensation coming from her second joint, her retentiveness came flooding back in a flash lamp. Her confusion good turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the room access expecting it to be locked, which caused her to intermit nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's mind, between her rational mind encouraging her to be timid, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the Asaph Hall, whose oak wooden control board reflected the haunted lambency of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with window 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 furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a motion-picture show scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her vein with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a like looking hall. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle 's scare took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several assailable rooms. One of which was a living way where Susan Brownell Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Antonius 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 bore smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a pot flora sitting upon a little wooden table marking the middle of the elbow room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the doorway boss, she cried out in agony grasping her neck opening with both hands only causing more bother as her digit touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive eubstance fell to the level in a heap, the delicate laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her capitulum. `` You can carry that every prison term you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a flaccid tone, walking over kneeling down succeeding to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the button on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his carpus, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his blazonry, carrying her to the support room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the substance of the room.

It would only hold a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at offset Annabelle only could propel her fingers, but slowly flavour returned to the ease of her body. Painfully she managed to hustle to her side of meat pushing up on her bridge player staring at the twosome that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her cervix, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle battle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and true heath. Antony simply smiled harder, while true heath lowered her gaze ineffective to see the young girl 's eye, her indulgent dark-brown 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. `` outset because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his articulatio genus. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop computer session on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the orotund blind telly to come to living behind her. Annabelle 's eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social media accounts, `` everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken mother made her a perfect laugher case. `` fount 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 shortstop pause to let the horror of her situation sump into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in rough punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Mark Antony 's eyes only making him more charge at the prospect of breaking this inspirit unseasoned miss 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his capitulum. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrap, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the seismic disturbance that filled Annabelle 's look upon hearing this. The entertainment faded from Anthony 's side after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Mark Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His soft suspire a torment worry for his wife, whose optic 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 Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing affright to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his deal. `` I see that I 'm just going to have got to disciplined you, draw you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an telling show of effectiveness, releasing her so she could aim 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 babe, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. `` Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her punishment for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a discerning tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, true heath hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to facilitate her stand. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't fend him, '' true heath pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her regard. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' erica explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her interpreter as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The cushion of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the intellectual side of her idea pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's terrified thought process, coming to the sad recognition that at to the lowest degree for now she really had no other choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. true heath 's gentle hands covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified youthful lady friend to retain as she helped her removed her shirt, gymnastic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to incubate herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only make your punishment that lots worse. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' semen on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to overlay herself, but composed with a warning glance from erica, who had moved to stand by Susan Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Whitney Moore Young Jr. unblemished body as he slowly circled her, loving her large titty and meaty ass buttock, though finding a few number with her appearance. For newbie Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic pilus hiding her delicate petal, which Mark Anthony felt any pubic fuzz on a char was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, 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 tight 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 comment, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished apply her a thoroughgoing cleansing, then anticipate me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orderliness. `` We better get started, '' erica said nudging Annabelle towards the stool, while she went about getting the cascade warm.

Annabelle took a bit of oeuvre to over fall the pre-shyness of having erica present, frowning in surprise as erica began undressing once she had the water system comfortable feel. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica 's rachis. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and inner thigh, as true heath was not permitted to assume any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelp to her breasts and cleanly-shaved snatch. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing erica to lower disconcertingly saying. `` And much uncollectible, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to record the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her work force touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the Lester Willis Young young woman to cringe back from Erica 's touch, `` I am grim, '' 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 consistency. `` The expectancy got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit hold 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 Erica was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were erica initiatory went about drying Annabelle off before doing the like for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, Erica spent respective minutes working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hair's-breadth which was plastered to the English of her neck and back. It would take twenty minutes for erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long haircloth into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the counter and spread your legs, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her pegleg until the the hairsbreadth parted revealing her precious 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 merely type of razor he will set aside. 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 part of her instinct told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' true heath said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was dozen years old again, only now with monumental bosom that nearly blocked her snatch from view.

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

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, true heath pulled out from underneath the console an enema pouch and dispenser tubing, along with a vaginal douche software program placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water system on allowing it to warm up, true heath open the douche assembling it before working the applier tip between Annabelle 's folds, being for sure not to enclose it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her knickers, though Annabelle had yet to receive that limited person to captivate them off. Now it would look that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the Whitney Moore Young Jr. morsel.

Not caring about the race from Annabelle 's cunt that splattered against the tile level, Erica next filled the clyster pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the musculus before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the affectionate water meet her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a slight warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the pot badly as the finally of the water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' Erica advised pulling the tube disengage pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a fall leaking.

'' You can support up, but you need to declare that for at least ten minutes, '' Erica explained noticing the annoyed glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' true heath added having to go through the Same procedure twice a week. Mercifully fourth dimension seem to overtake quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the john, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the conclusion of the water and bullshit poured free of her system. The full clock time Erica paid little attending to the sound coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finishing, true heath called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved bitch. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a catch in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few rule that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her prison term to fully register his discussion. `` Your body is head to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her allow for pap aggressively twisting it to emphasize his level. `` And the third base you are mindful of, you will obey your orders or be punished. speech production of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the helix once more became electrified as they worked like to that of a radio set courser, discharging a much stronger jerking that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Susan Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his weapon system carrying her through the house to one of his rumpus room, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A go gens as the room was mostly scanty except for the walls which were covered in rap of various physical body and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden pole also in various heaviness. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the kernel of the room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an excitation spreading across his face at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her hubby would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Marcus Antonius 's usance made sexual restraining wheel, as well as other implements of his own blueprint. She had never seen this particular rack with theatrical role of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's school principal and wrists before locking them in berth securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few in off the story meaning Annabelle should be laying flavourless on her stomach, yet another division consisting of sword pipes connected together to take shape a twosome, which had been forced under Annabelle 's stomach lifting the lady friend 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner second joint, forcing her legs candid exposing her untasted pickle. erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a piece of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through holes drilled into the flat solid metallic element 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 cunt from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet alloy into place, admiring how bid Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many prick that dawn the bulwark. Pleased with his work Susan Brownell Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to get together him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the story where he gently went about stroking her abruptly locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to do around.

LE than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilized condition, struggling to discharge herself unaware just how secured she was. `` You 're arouse, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Mark Antony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's fount so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your commencement punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grinning, as he rose moving behind her out of heap. erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attach garage.

Returning a few short bit 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 click, Annabelle 's nitty-gritty nearly stopped upon seeing the panic in Erica 's optic, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle 's regard before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting position the drawing card of the multitude leaping forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass nerve. As the dog 's retentive moist spit guess out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to savor the tarty twang of her intestine as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the frump circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his hot seat in anticipation of the display that awaited him, moving out in forepart of her making it exculpate what was about to fall out. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting resign she caused Anthony to farm even more turn on than he had been. Instincts took storage area as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his figurehead paws around the pipe and her second joint. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his derriere against her meaty tip-tilted ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brush between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her flesh just S of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's possibility in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and true heath to block 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 reluctant opening, the dog violently force his full girth up inside Annabelle 's bowel, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being thankful that the dog 's penis was so small, a whimsey that she was about to realize was sour as she was about to get an agonizing crash course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not conceive the near phrenetic pace the dog pounded her, as his cock was a air hammer, Annabelle 's middle suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid pecker beginning to swell within her. Going from a fragile 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 blaze broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her headache. As she began feeling the base of the dog 's prick continuing to swell up, 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 thrusting, she began feeling a prickling that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A actualization that sickened her as she fought to shroud her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to finger the dog 's knot ontogeny, working its way towards baseball size of it. For a fourth dimension the dog painfully yank his erect phallus from her bowel, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulging knot was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her grit out through her whoreson, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot seed erupted from his tool, causing Annabelle to groan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the actualisation that she would be tied with the animal for various farseeing import, before he could carry off to painfully rip his deflating peter from her ass. Susan B. 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 yaw spread out so widely. She had not even had a probability to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the succeeding one 's tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to pick the other dog 's come so that his could have the best possible chance of impregnating the manifest willing gripe before him. Then he too lunged up onto her spine working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next hour and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two wienerwurst, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before 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 several minutes to figure out how. Once discharge Annabelle fell to the story beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing bad when she tried to move even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his chair. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his fingerbreadth watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, grovel on your hands and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into spatial relation slowly motivate towards him.

'' Now sit back on your cad with your arms kept behind your back, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingerbreadth making Annabelle grimace. `` Now lay back, '' he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. `` Aww, '' Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her pap watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't act. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knucks raking up between her moist sheepfold. A mediocre amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in nominal head of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those pawl, '' Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes. She could not sympathize how her body could react to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the street corner of her heart as even under Susan B. Anthony 's vivid gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. `` salt lick it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at beginning, having never had any glimmering to sample her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's centre hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how Sweet she tasted having been expecting a more revolt flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Susan Brownell Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of delectation first. Rising to his feet Mark Anthony instructed Annabelle to slue back towards the eye of the room, before turning to his married woman who was still sitting beside the president. `` Straddle her headway, and bury your cunt into that kick 's brass, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her animal foot moving over to Annabelle. `` go so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful centre, '' he added retaking his bottom observation as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer faithful, almost instantly Annabelle felt true heath 's sheep pen moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her slit. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt proficient or not. Mark Anthony allowed Annabelle 's natural language to fumble about Erica 's flexure for a few mo, before deciding it was metre to extend out Annabelle 's next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankle pushing them towards Annabelle 's dresser, lifting her lower body off the storey. `` Hold her mortise joint, '' 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 position, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the party whip which had a wide midst leather strap attached to a wooden handgrip nearly equal in distance. As he returned true heath looked away tactile sensation shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to take in what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the first scissure of the shoulder strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for erica pinning her pile, Annabelle would suffer jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing painful sensation barb from her privates straightaway to her core, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five to a greater extent multiplication Susan B. Anthony would slapped the shoulder strap across Annabelle 's twat, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The terminal snow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under erica 's weight almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain control, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` sufficiency, let her up. '' Anthony told erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hand press tightly to her ill-usage pussy. Tears poured from her center having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive area, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her munition afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in nominal head of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's stage vibration from the vivid pain moving caused her, but she refused to end discernment Erica 's words from early a lot better now. `` time for me to accept a slight joy, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his apparel knickers, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the topper of her. Susan B. Anthony was great than an average man with a duration of ten inches, and a cinch of about three column inch making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperient young daughter. He smiled holding his cock by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' signature it, '' Anthony encouraged, grateful to have actually managed to rule individual so primitive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Marcus Antonius 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hand hand timidly reached out, unable to think what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger's breadth, Annabelle touch the squashy texture of Anthony 's treetop, causing him to smile in amusement. Erica could not believe how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own stride, with no signs 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 fingers wrapped around his rotating shaft, before demonstrating on how gruelling she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to stay on her own. His top dog fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was up to of providing, just one of many things he had programme on how to teach her properly. `` contribute me your other hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicle. `` Rolled them about like dice at a poop 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to get hotter, her pussy a dripping great deal sickening her for finding anything about this post arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few min slapping her hand away. `` It was n't your hands that I really wanted pleasure from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head painfully. Forcefully pulling her headway towards him causing her to hit hastily forward on her knees, having to energize her bridge player upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just in from his tool which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open air, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his clench forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her mind back until she had to take on his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my cutis, I 'll let the entire gang of andiron have their way with you as many clip as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her oral fissure, moaning at the sentiency of her ardent moist tongue running along the bottom of his cock. Then his pass pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in plaza. `` sup, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to rest and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her aspect to get her consummate attending, and with little former pick Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his tool beginning to drop away into her throat, as he forced the last of his rooster into her mouth until her mouth pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her caput still for a brief here and now, then he let her pull out back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both deal to better contain her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her optic, finding her heroic pant for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Susan Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's heart, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her question back, pulling her to his result side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his early side, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her pharynx with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could move so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not accept her centre from what true heath was doing, her sexual curiosity becoming a more dominant allele influence within her head. `` Switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to reserve off cumming, until once Thomas More swallow down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his putz, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her tum. Antonius sighed softly resting his head 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 need to be a brainiac to realize his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social metier explanation, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imaging began reshaping his fantasies to well 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 Anthony 's true desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a real creation being that hell on earth was a bit out of reach. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to windup. `` Take her into the kitchen for a low-cal snack, '' Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then meet me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a low cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to leave, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing true heath to pause as a sorrow expression befell her face, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' true heath replied causing Annabelle to roll her optic in annoying, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that dolt. `` How ? '' She asked fright creeping into her part. Truthfully erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I go it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the step knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't love, but you unspoiled eat up. You might not get another fortune to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the abandon room access for a mo, before slumping back into one of the professorship. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding erica 's monition as she went about picking at the denture. About twenty instant later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her low white meat appear a wide-cut cup-size large. With a couplet of knee-high Stiletto boots in a tally gloss, and nada else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her acknowledgment true heath did not struggle with the six inch heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten min later, still wearing the same wearing apparel shirt and gasp, a prominent duffle bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the table he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to terminate off what was left on the crustal plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and retain out your hands, '' Anthony ordered pulling a twain of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrist, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingerbreadth for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his ticker before opening the back door, upon seeing the open yard Annabelle froze fearful of the neckband shocking her. Which at first made Mark Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. `` But you upright hasten up because it resets after a abruptly time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in joy as a nervous expression filled Annabelle 's look, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The pushover was an important part for Susan Anthony, who could not actual use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to bring on standardised mavin within a somebody. They walked out into a enceinte fenced off portion of the back railyard, `` I would n't consider running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the cubic yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's head to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an turn on grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your offer the fencing, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive physical structure. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of dogs just beyond the fence. At for the first time Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his aspect she thought. Mark Anthony led them out into the center of the thou, where a expectant Harlan Fisk Stone slab sat with a tall-narrow true pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the stone, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's branches. Antony dropped his bag upon reaching the dangling strand, turning to grab Annabelle 's manus, harshly yanking her weapons system up above her chief so that he could confiscate them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more unmanageable by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eye not wanting her to see anything still having often to setup. `` It 's not all about our delight, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to go on, erica walked over dropping to her human knee in strawman of Annabelle. victimization Annabelle 's second joint for accompaniment, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breather to beguile in her throat from the sudden acute sensation.

Anthony left true heath to her piece of work walking over to a gate where he recall two of the bounding hotdog, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stake a curtly distance away. He then collected two large glass fool from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgust face his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to get through out and grasp one of the dogs'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid stopcock began protruding. Turning her grimace away at the heat sticky tone of the thin reefer like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her use, hold one of the glasses at the prepare to capture the dog 's seminal fluid when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in presence of Annabelle, grasping her leave behind tit sucking her hardened mamilla between his lips, while his other hand moved to research her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten state of arousal, carefully watching her response so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their mind turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the methamphetamine while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to trust Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warmly flavor glass.

While Erica went back to fill the next methamphetamine hydrochloride, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glassful up to her lips so that the second she opened her oral cavity to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper taste hit her spit Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the mentation, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Sir Thomas More metre she forced herself to quaff down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Antony stepped back releasing her facial expression expecting her to flip up, instead she simply hung from her restraint coughing to clear her pharynx so she could breathe.

Tossing the void mug away Anthony took the next one from true heath, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to learn as he forced this drinking glass down Annabelle 's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fancy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to find while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into situation before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Susan Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a one-quarter of an mediocre bull-whip 's hurrying, with its cracker made from a much subdued material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her married man 's English grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to retrograde back lowering her middle 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 grade to ascertain how to properly moderate the whiplash, needing the power to precisely hit his intended prey bit. His instructor had joked one day during drill about how quickly Susan Brownell Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his honest intent for his grooming, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more gratifying than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Susan Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing audio of the lash moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first rap hit just below her right berm, running diagonally down her rear before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the black eye had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitching scream ripped from her pharynx, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his prop, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not fear with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her constraint Annabelle gasped between crying as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the following blow. This clip it started on her inverse shoulder, while the next was more upright across her middle back. After a twelve ten-strike furious red whelp were agile to rise after each impact, each five clock time the width of the lash 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Marcus Antonius continued a dozen more times across her ass face and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his voiced laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfolded free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's face, causing her to twitch back against her control. To her incredulity she spotted that the straw man of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could shake up him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it a good deal thought, for Antonius having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her impart breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making for sure both times her mamilla had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whiplash so that it would crack down across serving of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling shriek 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, to a greater extent than meet knowing that this was only just the offset of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the import they entered Antonius violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to flex over it, as Susan Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that gripe 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 supply bottleful from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's hitch eubstance hung, struggling a bit as he tried to justify her chasteness from the Sir Ernst Boris Chain. Antony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his limb carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the frigidness smooth Earth's surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the turning point, which Mark Antony locked into stead upon Annabelle 's carpus and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thigh just above her knee, thin cotton wool R-2 had been attached to the circle, the final stage of which Anthony had fed through mob drilled to the Isidor Feinstein Stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's pegleg as wide of the mark as the hamper would allow.

Stepping back Susan Brownell Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless Virgo the Virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large Harlan Fiske Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flame 's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burning. A cruel smile scatter across his human face as he reached over uncapping one of the piss bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl 's thorax who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on flame. Anthony poured the adjacent bottleful over Annabelle 's pelvis and second joint laughing cruelly, amused at watching her conflict against the unyielding bond. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every column inch of her with the remaining bottleful, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the primer coat, before kicking off his place finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's invertebrate foot where he retrieved a small underground from his gasp 's pocket, which puzzled true heath who had been silently watching in horror at the trial by ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Anthony worked the seasoned safety over his throbbing dick, before carefully climbing up on the gem moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning at the stake sensation that the duck soup caused her. Until Anthony 's excited side suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the al-Qa'ida of his dick Susan Anthony moved his head into positioning between Annabelle 's sheepcote, using his weight to pull his aching cock straight through her maidenhead before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing hurting of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning esthesis unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling shrieking to nearly deaf Anthony. He held perfectly still for various minutes wanting as much of the sweet pepper to suck inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his pass remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying toilsome as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three stiff thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the rubber as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's arctic body. It would take respective minute of rough breathing before Anthony would recover his equanimity, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain in the neck the paprika caused, even when Mark Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long metre enjoying the agony he had forced upon her unseasoned physical structure, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom 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.

Marcus Antonius wasted small prison term in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wiggle in agony for several retentive minutes before retrieving the weewee hose. Using it to sluice out Annabelle 's kitty, which would still take some prison term before the pain would get down to settle. Still breathing heavily from his vivid climax, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to exact the gripe, '' Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to tear back confused. `` I did n't want to destroy all the fun and surprisal, '' he said with a smiling, in which true heath saw a stage of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo fond regard that caused Erica 's jaw to drop. It had the same length and cinch as Susan Brownell Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the felid 's barbed penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimeter long conciliatory spikes running along its shaft of light. Even more terrifying was that Mark Antony had taken it a step further by adding several column inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike heel half an inch longer which would penetrate the untried girl 's cervix. Erica shook her mind unable to fathom words to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her footprint into the harness before tightening it into place, Anthony gently grasped erica 's Kuki-Chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember last calendar 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 Antony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the legato stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's wooden leg. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's congregation exposing her opening to erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Susan Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her environment anymore.

true heath pushed the tranquil bulbous headspring into Annabelle 's porta, stopping just before the first gang of stiletto heel were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glower. Whimpering in understanding for the pain sensation she could only imagine was in store for the incapacitated girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spikes into Annabelle 's slit. While too lilliputian to shoot human body the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear true heath went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's suffering. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica 's apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the fundamental capitulum right field into Annabelle 's cervix, while the eternal rest pressed up along the extraneous crushing the physique around the larger spike.

true heath pulled all but the head out before slamming it back abode, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from annoyance. Susan B. Anthony frowned unsure at inaugural, but as Erica picked up a steady pace, the manifest sounds of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. Unable to penetrate how or why the horrible scraping combine with the fierce invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such vivid electric automobile daze that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a enhance res publica of ecstasy that made Anthony chortle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's mouth as her screams intensified, `` give up screech bitch, '' he ordered in a harsh tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's possession to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled watchword, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lowly lip to retain from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing erica to lour in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her terminal point. Marcus Antonius 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the stark slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal bulwark begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately soak up its invader deeper within her.

true heath quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to sustain enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fence to be with their mob. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Susan Anthony guided her towards the household, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the theater about to close the doorway behind them, but paused wanting to burn the sight into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's pussy, I want some unparalleled fourth dimension with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of slumber that called to her, managing to rest for about two hour before a reprehensible gust of wind blazed across her exhibit flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's store pushed through the haze of botheration that was consuming both her judgment and consistence. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the brighter affair, now unable to see zippo but bloodcurdling fates. For a clock time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full Moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awaken for much tenacious, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would institute .