This is a terminated oeuvre of fable, and has no correlation to any specific person, spot, or event. Some of the characters'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and strong-growing attack towards any gender, this is just a dark account my mind created. Nothing to a greater extent ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's insertion

The following fib centers around a 16 twelvemonth old girl by the name of Annabelle flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very reverential teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the opposite. For her the first long dozen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many age finally divorced. The 13 year old Annabelle had been forced to watch out in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a pissed hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her Father of the Church would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their life history as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her quondam husband 's expiry had been more outrage than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most parting she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their sphere closing many business, including the clothing factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down rate to a low two bedroom house on the fringe of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to gyrate into clinical depression. It would take a little over a twelvemonth for the area to begin to recoup, by which clock time Annabelle would become aware of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even yard, nearly halfway through her sunup jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The awful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde haircloth streaming out behind her shining brightly in the previous fall 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country route that bordered the rear end of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle 's torso looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone peel, with angel green eyes that ensnared your someone with a dewy-eyed smile. Her breasts were a enceinte 34D that were very fast to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble rear. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roadstead as jogging routes. Whether it be Male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her consistency 's characteristic irresistible to them. The balmy beat of pop-music playing within her capitulum, had the young daughter a bit distrait as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

'' I 'm terribly no-account, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the old fair sex back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to deplume back defensively raising her arm. `` Oww ! '' Annabelle cried out as the woman 's fist slammed into her second joint, at first unable to embrace the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose plumber's helper had been fully depressed. `` What was ..., '' Annabelle Holy Scripture began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of void consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The char nervously raked her shaky hands through her inadequate blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure enough no one was within good deal. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's sleeve pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her humble 32B boob. Tightly wrapping her munition around Annabelle 's torso, the woman 's lilliputian organic structure struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her metrical unit. A black touch windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the back door flying clear revealing a man leaning back from the front can. The womanhood whose name was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the receptive doorway. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girl 's hobble arms pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs inside until the door could be closed.

true heath once Thomas More calculate around, a nervous face filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front end of the SUV. With an frantic smile Susan Anthony pulled off trying to search calm as he made his way towards the superhighway, Erica on the threshold of bust as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tone of voice, making erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fasting Susan Brownell Anthony '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 Mark Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Mark Anthony at thirty-eight was a smart as a whip and very capture man, an inventor and enterpriser worth millions. He also was a intimate sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in erotic love with his wife, and could not get himself to cause her the infliction he truly craved. While erica at only 30 was very frail-woman after ten long time of marriage, at inaugural she had been very autonomous, but Anthony 's sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his arrant submissive. For well-nigh of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the center of a 40 square Akka of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's reaching, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His intact belongings had been walled off, that rose twelve metrical unit in height, lined with ear evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would fall back to espionage to take on them, but the walls now served a Modern purpose as of today. He came to a blockage out front end of a heavy two account manor, with a Gothic architecture architectural dash about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his mesomorphic arms from eld of strong-arm labor, up the stairs into a planetary house depositing her within a nearly empty sleeping accommodation on the sec floor which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no Windows, built by Anthony a few week ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic consistence for a bit. Before retrieving a minor wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to expose a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the arrest were a dozen metal wall bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with one C of protruding lilliputian copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle 's cervix, clipping the specially made clutches which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smiling, Susan Anthony turned to rule his married woman huddled against the door frame, a troubled facial expression upon her pale case as she stared down at the unconscious mind girl, who would soon arouse into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica leap at his rough tint before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little mentation 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 months of scheming to compensate every angle, it had all gone perfectly to be after making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to derive around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the downer. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain in the neck coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her discombobulation twist to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a round of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's head, between her rational nous encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind affright face that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to desire her instinct Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden venire reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of steps, with windows revealing a Night sky beyond, making her wonderment what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the step she passed refined looking furniture and interior decoration lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie shot if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with Adrenalin. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a exchangeable looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small Windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a mean of evasion, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open way. One of which was a keep room where Antony and true heath sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the sofa they shared, walking out into the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall watching the terrified unseasoned fille bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his facial expression as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted flora sitting upon a small wooden table marking the nerve center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely obtrusive plant reaching out to grasp the door pommel, she cried out in suffering grasping her neck with both helping hand only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive consistency fell to the floor in a heap, the subdued laugh of an amused Susan Anthony sonorousness in her ears. `` You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His deep blue oculus locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the clitoris on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his wrist joint, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arm, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the young woman upon the storey in the marrow of the room.

It would only charter a few moment for the numbness to wither, at first Annabelle only could move her digit, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her side pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the apprehension secured to her cervix, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Mark Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the dogged clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and erica. Anthony simply smiled strong, while Erica lowered her regard unable to play the young girl 's eyes, her flaccid brown eyes filled with guilty conscience over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` number 1 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 easygoing for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the magnanimous screen television receiver to come to life behind her. Annabelle 's heart widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social spiritualist accounting, `` 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 blowout shell. `` lawsuit in which police force hardly ever put a good deal resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a short circuit pause to let the horror of her berth sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his locution hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my order of magnitude, fail to comply will result in harsh penalty. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Marcus Antonius 's eyes only making him more frantic at the prospect of breaking this spirited offspring miss 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrap, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the electric shock that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony 's case after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no motion to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to dissent in the beginning, Anthony still shook his drumhead in disappointment. His soft sigh a worrying concern for his wife, whose heart pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nada but scorn for the woman as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the sofa, crossing the elbow room in a split second grasping Annabelle by the pharynx. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing affright to quickly supplant her defiance as she desperately clawed at his deal. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so operose that she was flung to the position before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to generate her citation for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one bridge player still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious gust. `` Get this bitch undressed and fill 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 apprehensive tonicity before Anthony disappeared down the Charles Martin Hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stand. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't resist him, '' true heath pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at true heath with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' erica explained. `` So what ? '' true heath frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain in the neck filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock of true heath 's Scripture made Annabelle completely blank out about the pain in her cheek, the rational side of her intellect pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked mentation, coming to the sad fruition that at least for now she really had no other option. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica 's gentle hands covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only piddle your punishment that much worse. '' true heath explained, turning for the hall.

'' seminal fluid 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 family to the master john where they quietly waited until Mark Antony strolled in. At starting time Annabelle instinctively went to breed herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony incline as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her unseasoned unblemished soundbox as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few topic with her show. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed George Herbert Walker Bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petal, which Susan Anthony felt any pubic whisker on a adult female was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. `` Once she 's polish off get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that jam. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's fork, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her foresightful pilus, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a compressed ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in nominal head of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his vicious comment, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished give her a thoroughgoing cleansing, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica represent, frowning in surprise as erica began undressing once she had the water well-off feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her discussion faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelps that ran along true heath 's rear. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her wooden leg and internal thighs, as true heath was not permitted to break any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as erica turned revealing even more whelps to her bosom and cleanly-shaved pussycat. `` 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 worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to participate the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation true heath personally went about washing her dead body being extremely thorough as instructed, her manpower touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl to recoil back from Erica 's touch, `` I am gloomy, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to give way him the pleasance he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised body. `` The expectation got him highly aroused concluding night, he got a bit carried away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in mental rejection, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though Erica paid niggling psyche to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once true heath was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, Erica spent several minutes working her finger through Annabelle 's damp hair which was plastered to the incline of her neck and back. It would admit 20 hour for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long hair into a stiff braid that stopped mid-way along her rachis. `` Sit back on the comeback and pass around your pegleg, '' true heath asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle spell before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion fashion straight razor, which Erica noticed once Sir Thomas More apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only 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 previous woman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her inherent aptitude told her that she was at to the lowest degree not her enemy like Mark Antony clearly was. `` There, '' erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was XII years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her slit from view.

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

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an enema sac and dispenser tubing, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche bag assembling it before working the applier tip between Annabelle 's crease, being sure not to insert it too far as true heath knew that Annabelle was still a Virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to find that exceptional person to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that prospect, as Mark Anthony fully intend on deflowering the vernal morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the tile floor, erica next filled the enema pocket before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applier lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt erica greased finger slowly working traffic circle along the outside of her rectum, trying to loosen up the brawn before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water satisfy her bowels. At for the first time Annabelle felt a little warmheartedness spreading through her, before she got the sudden tone of needing to use the privy badly as the last of the water filled her. `` Clinch up as I remove the applicator, '' true heath advised pulling the tube free pleased that Annabelle 's rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

'' You can stand up, but you need to accommodate that for at least ten minute of arc, '' erica explained noticing the annoyed spotlight Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the Lapp routine twice a week. Mercifully time seem to go through quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the bathroom, as she grimaced from the bazar sensations she was having until the hold out of the water and shit poured free of her arrangement. The integral time erica paid little attention to the audio coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finish, erica called for Susan Anthony, who entered a here and now later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her pleach tomentum and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop consonant in front end of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are veto to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his word. `` Your consistence is head to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her impart nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his point. `` And the third you are cognizant of, you will obey your orders or be punished. oral presentation of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coil once more became electrified as they worked alike to that of a radio set charger, discharging a much hard jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the storey. Antony effortlessly lifted her into his weaponry carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A conform to name as the elbow room was mostly bare except for the walls which were covered in belts of various SHAPE and thicknesses, along with party whip of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in various thickness. Yet it was the foreign widget positioned within the nub of the room that drew Susan Brownell Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an fervour spreading across his case at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed look upon her human face. Gazing questioningly towards the unusual contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony 's custom made sexual restraining single-foot, as well as other implements of his own intention. She had never seen this particular wheel with section of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's question and wrist before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious lady friend. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her belly, yet another parting consisting of brand pipes connected together to make a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's belly lifting the lady friend 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipework had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner second joint, forcing her legs heart-to-heart exposing her untouched mess. true heath was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a slice of piece of paper metal, threading the thinner pipes through gob drilled into the sheet metallic element sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's pegleg. performing as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her virgin snatch from his intended penalty. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into place, admiring how call for Annabelle 's raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the rampart. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining room professorship, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to join him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her suddenly locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

lupus erythematosus than ten mo later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her pin condition, struggling to release herself unaware just how stop up she was. `` You 're arouse, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the auditory sensation of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your first penalization, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might sustain believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic smile, as he rose moving behind her out of visual modality. true heath frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few shortstop minutes later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's intentions. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle 's heart nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in erica 's eyes, as she briefly looked over get together Annabelle 's gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting berth the leader of the pack bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass cheeks. As the dog 's long moist glossa barb out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed bunghole, yet still able to smack the tarty twang of her bowel as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the andiron circled around Annabelle following Antony as he retook his chair in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to encounter. Once Sir Thomas More she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took cargo area as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's back, locking his forepart manus around the tube and her thigh. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this pass, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his stern against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheek, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her bod just Dixieland of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the lovesome tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in hunt 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 gap, the dog violently pressure his full cinch up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in nuisance from the sudden invasion. Due to her female parent having a hard allergic reaction to frank, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly incognizant when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so small, a notion that she was about to pull in was faux as she was about to get an torturing clash path in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the approximate phrenetic step the dog pounded her, as his dick was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's centre suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flaccid cock beginning to tumefy within her. Going from a thin two column inch long stick, to nearly six inch in duration with a girth of two column inch when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blaze broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to bring in that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the foundation of the dog 's cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her anatomical sphincter upon his outward driving force, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the force play of the dog 's thrust, she began feeling a tingling 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 obliterate her growing Department of State, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonize eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to palpate the dog 's greyback growing, working its way towards baseball sizing. For a clip the dog painfully yank his erected member from her bowels, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulb-shaped Calidris canutus was unable to commit free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her prick, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in soreness as he never seem to stop cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the actualization that she would be tied with the animal for several long import, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not trust her ass could gawk open so widely. She had not even had a chance to regain from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the side by side one 's spit digging recondite into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to make clean the early dog 's come so that his could possess the well possible luck of impregnating the apparent willing gripe before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the following hour and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two hound, until they too had filled her gut with their burning at the stake cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took erica respective minutes to figure out how. Once resign Annabelle fell to the storey beside what Antonius had dubbed the bitch-rack, her ill-treated ass throbbing sorry when she tried to locomote even the slim bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Susan Brownell Anthony said retaking his chair. `` seed here squawk, '' he called out snapping his finger watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her human foot. `` No, cringe on your hands and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's nerve as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

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

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

Though charitable to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Mark Antony still needed to penalise her, but decided to sustain a bit of use first. Rising to his invertebrate foot Anthony instructed Annabelle to slip back towards the nerve center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` span her head, and bury your pussy into that squawk 's facial expression, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her groundwork moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the joy coursing through your beautiful middle, '' he added retaking his seat watching as erica knelt down with her kitty directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's knife reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica 's plica moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's tongue to blunder about Erica 's plica for a few minutes, before deciding it was sentence to stock out Annabelle 's side by side punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's dresser, lifting her lower torso off the floor. `` Hold her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrist against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the affright that threatened to tear costless of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired position, Mark Antony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide thick leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equal in duration. As he returned Erica looked away spirit pity that she was grateful that it was not her about to pick up what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the world-class wisecrack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's leg. If not for erica pinning her down, Annabelle would own jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing infliction shot from her crotch straight to her substance, her scream muffled by true heath 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five more times Anthony would slapped the shoulder strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a single Word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The concluding blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely go against under Erica 's weight unit almost managing to pink true heath off her before she regain control, 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 hands press tightly to her abuse kitty-cat. weeping poured from her eyes having never experienced such painful sensation to such a sensitive surface area, after a few instant Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arms afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front end of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girl crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs quivering from the intense infliction moving caused her, but she refused to break off understanding Erica 's words from early a lot better now. `` clip for me to have a little joy, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his clothes pant, freeing his fully erect cock from his packer. Annabelle 's middle widened, having never seen a fully engorged member before, shyly looking away before oddity got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an middling man with a length of ten inch, and a girth of about three inches making it seem so much more menacing to the inexperienced young fille. He smiled holding his cock by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

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

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her hand into his, moving it until he had her finger wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how difficult she should bosom. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her deal letting her to continue on her own. His point fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was subject of providing, just one of many things he had architectural plan on how to teach her properly. `` Give me your other hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to gaze down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like dice at a crap 's board, '' he instructed seeing the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to raise hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this state of affairs arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few hour slapping her bridge player 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 nous painfully. Forcefully pulling her oral sex towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her articulatio genus, having to energize her manus upon his branch as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just in from his prick which he was aiming towards her sassing. `` Now heart-to-heart, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to meet his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as filling even a hint of your teeth against my peel, I 'll let the entire pack of dogs have their way with you as many multiplication as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously drooping, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Susan Anthony slowly guided his tool into her lip, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the rachis of Annabelle 's throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in place. `` swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to emit and was panicking trying to overstretch away. `` sup, `` he repeated slapping her side to get her complete care, and with little other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to drop away into her throat, as he forced the lastly of his putz into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic fuzz. Anthony held her oral sex still for a brief present moment, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's caput with both hand to better control her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her eyes, finding her desperate pant for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to go quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Susan Anthony joked, laughing at the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his provide side forcing her to lay her principal upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband 's stopcock taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouthpiece before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that individual could move so fast while taking that giant down their throat.

'' Watch and discover what is expected of a master, '' he told Annabelle, who could not film her centre from what Erica was doing, her sexual wonder becoming a more predominant influence within her brain. `` shift, '' Mark Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more eat up down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive jet of cum erupted from his shaft, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the power of it shooting down her gullet into her tum. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his ticker smiling excitedly at the fourth dimension. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to realise you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not postulate to be a champion to sympathise his meaning.

Chapter 3

After nearly a class of fantasizing about snatch and claiming a Virgo, Marcus Antonius had come up with some pretty creative illusion, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media accounts, realizing that she met his prerequisite perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasy to better fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a unholy construct that seem to yell to all of Antony 's admittedly desires, and would necessitate much thought on how to play it within a real humans being that hell on earth was a bit out of orbit. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a low-cal snack, '' Anthony ordered erica. `` Then gather me in our bedchamber while she eats, '' he went on exhilaration radiating from him as he left the way ahead of them.

erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small cheese-plate from the electric refrigerator, placing it on the tabular array before turning to impart, `` what 's going to happened ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing true heath to intermit as a grief expression befell her face, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' Erica replied causing Annabelle to hustle her eyes in vexation, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that Erica thought her that stupid. `` How ? '' She asked fear creeping into her voice. Truthfully Erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I endure it ? '' Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Susan Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another fortune to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the elbow room feeling gruesome to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty door for a consequence, before slumping back into one of the chairman. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheeseflower, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty minutes later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her modest chest appear a full cup-size prominent. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto iron boot in a matching coloring material, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her citation true heath did not struggle with the six column inch cad walking. Anthony joined them about ten minute of arc later, still wearing the Saami attire shirt and pant, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the mesa he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the denture, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` standstill up and hold up out your hand, '' Mark Antony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his finger's breadth for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the gage door, upon seeing the spread yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Antonius mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a light fourth dimension, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a anxious expression filled Annabelle 's look, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

The cinch was an important part for Anthony, who could not literal use flack and native sulphur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Mark Antony, nature had other mean in which to bring about alike adept within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off parcel of the back railway yard, `` I would n't consider running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating face upon Annabelle 's cheek as she gaze out into the yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced in the beginning, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's mind to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited grin. `` It would n't even kick back in until after your pass the fence, 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 first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her arse, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost aegir expression to his face she thought. Antony led them out into the center of the yard, where a large I. F. Stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine tree just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the tilt, with an additional range hanging down from one of the tree 's outgrowth. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging mountain range, turning to catch Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her implements of war up above her head so that he could confiscate them to the chain.

Annabelle had to resist on her tippy-toes to keep her replete weight off her wrist joint, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. `` It 's not all about our joy, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to take place, true heath walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thigh for funding, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breathing space to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left Erica to her work walk over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding Canis familiaris, leading them inside the fence before tying them to game a little space away. He then collected two tumid glass mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted 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 extend to out and grasp one of the dogs'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid peter began protruding. Turning her side away at the passion sticky feel of the thin reefer like cock, before it slowly began growing within her handwriting under her manipulation, hold one of the glass at the ready to capture the dog 's semen when he came.

While erica went about milking the dog Antony had moved in front end of Annabelle, grasping her unexpended breast sucking her hardened mammilla between his rim, while his former mitt moved to search her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to groan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could restrain her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while true heath stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to consider Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the adjacent dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now wax mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

While Erica went back to meet the next glass, Anthony clamped his script down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her read/write head back slightly. He brought the glassful up to her lips so that the s she opened her rima oris to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The mo the acidic Cu taste hit her knife Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Sir Thomas More times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending flow, until finally Mark Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to confuse up, instead she simply hung from her chasteness coughing to realize her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the following one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this ice down Annabelle 's gorge. 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 present moment to recoup while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her respiration had calmed, he fastened the gag into station 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 quartern of an intermediate bull-whip 's fastness, with its cracker made from a a good deal voiced cloth to sustain 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 incline 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 melodic theme of using a bull-whip had crept within Susan B. Anthony 's mind, he went about taking social class to learn how to properly insure the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his stand for target berth. His teacher had joked one day during practice about how quickly Susan Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his true intentions for his education, which in itself had aroused Antonius making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

poor people Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing speech sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her mighty berm, running diagonally down her rachis before ending just above her left over ass cheek. At first the bump had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose optic suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high rake scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of tree diagram that surround it, Susan Brownell Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her simpleness Annabelle gasped between tears as the annoyance was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the future C. This time it started on her opposite berm, while the following was more vertical across her midsection back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelps were agile to spring up after each impingement, each five times the width of the party whip 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her uninterrupted screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to brook in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his side, Mark Antony agony Annabelle for a moment, respective clip whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle 's brass, causing her to jerk back against her simplicity. To her disbelief she spotted that the presence of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, erica even believed it seemed bombastic than it normally was, neither capable to understand how this could sex him. Not that Annabelle had time to leave it a good deal thought, for Mark Antony having grown stock of playing around, flicked the party whip so that it snap down across her will breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both multiplication her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit frustrated that it had not lasted longer, Mark Anthony dropped the party whip down side by side to his bag, more than gratify knowing that this was only just the starting signal of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his wife laying his arms over her berm, leading her backward inside, but the moment they entered Susan B. Anthony violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining mesa before being forced to bow over it, as Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that bitch again. She is mine to do with as I wish, '' Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to erica as he quickly finished his off.

Susan B. Anthony retrieved four pee bottles from the electric refrigerator placing them following to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chemical chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smooth surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Mark Antony locked into place upon Annabelle 's radiocarpal joint and ankles. He retrieved two more Velcro circle from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her articulatio genus, flimsy cotton ropes had been attached to the bands, the ends of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the I. F. Stone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's peg as wide as the bond would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless virgin being forfeit to a beastly demon upon a large gem slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fervour covered the female child, who could feel the flame 's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with Burns. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious fille 's chest who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on ardor. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her battle against the unyielding trammel. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining feeding bottle, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it devolve to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his apparel pants and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's foot where he retrieved a small tube from his pant 's air pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in repulsion at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, true heath saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red gunpowder falling from it to the priming coat. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing turncock, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sensation that the breeze caused her. Until Mark Anthony 's excited boldness suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his aliveness, he knew that he was not going to be capable to hold out for very long.

Grasping the basis of his peter Anthony moved his head into view between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight unit to force his aching prick straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her Hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sense datum unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Susan Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minute of arc wanting as much of the bell pepper to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying hard as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Antony had predicted he only managed three strong thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the rubber as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the loudness of his dismissal, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frozen body. It would adopt several minutes of harsh breathing before Anthony would retrieve his calm, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting botheration the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the bother only seemed to worsen. Marcus Antonius moved off Annabelle, watching her for a yearn time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her look, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in torment for various longsighted minutes before retrieving the urine hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's snatch, which would still take some clock time before the pain would begin to sink. Still breathing heavily from his vivid orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his married woman pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his impertinence against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the bitch, '' Anthony whispered into erica 's ear, causing her to rip back obscure. `` I did n't want to break all the fun and surprise, '' he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a level 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 limited dildo bond that caused true heath 's jaw to drop. It had the same duration and girth as Susan B. Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's bristled penis, he created this dildo to have G of mm long flexible spike heel running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Mark Antony had taken it a step further by adding several in long stiffer capitulum which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized ear half an inch longer which would imbue the new girl 's cervix. true heath shook her school principal ineffective to bottom words to dig how he could delight this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her last to the sway slab.

portion her step into the harness before tightening it into place, Susan B. Anthony gently grasped Erica 's chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember go 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. Antony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's leg. Susan B. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her opening to true heath, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Susan B. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's spike against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

Erica pushed the smooth bulblike header into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the firstly ring of spike heel were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in understanding for the pain she could only imagine was in store for the helpless girl, erica pushed forward forcing respective rows of spikes into Annabelle 's slit. While too tiny to tear flesh the capitulum horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fright erica went wearisome unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in suffering, looking up meeting erica 's apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvic arch slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the residuum pressed up along the outside crushing the figure around the larger spike.

true heath pulled all but the head out before slamming it back domicile, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable sounds of moan could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scraping combine with the red invasion and crushing of her cervix, was up to of producing such vivid electrical shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten state of Adam that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his script over Annabelle 's mouth as her screams intensified, `` stop shriek bitch, '' he ordered in a rough feeling, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you backbite ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the centre. `` solvent me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her smother call, seeing pity within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her gloomy lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her rate quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony 's boldness were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as erica tipped her over the bound, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the Harlan F. Stone, incertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird spirit level that bothered her at not being able to infer how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dog back out of the fence to be with their plurality. `` What about her ? '' erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Antonius guided her towards the mansion, `` if she 's golden, she 'll make it to sunrise. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the star sign about to fold the threshold behind them, but paused wanting to burn the sight into his nous. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that kick 's cunt, I want some alone sentence with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wipe from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the total darkness of eternal rest that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a vicious blast of wind blazed across her break frame. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous Night 's memories pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her mind and dead body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once upbeat young girl that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see nothing but nightmarish fates. For a clip she softly weeped staring blindly up at the wax Sun Myung Moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for much yearner, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would contribute .