This is a perfect work of fabrication, and has no correlational statistics to any specific person, place, or result. Some of the lineament'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear-cut that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive onset towards any gender, this is just a dark story my mind created. Nothing more ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's innovation

The keep abreast tale nerve center around a sixteen year old girl by the figure of Annabelle Flint. An unusual epithet, but she was far from that being a very reverential adolescent, that saw only the brighter slope to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the kickoff XIII years of her lifetime had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to realness when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen yr old Annabelle had been forced to watch in mental confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest of drawers 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 calendar week later her founder would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few class Annabelle 's mother managed to stay fresh their life-style fairly normal, but her sometime husband 's death had been more take aback than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking job that for the most contribution she managed to hide out from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many business, including the clothing factory Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two sleeping accommodation home on the fringe of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the immature Annabelle, who managed to keep her sugared charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to spiral into imprint. It would train a short over a year for the area to commence to recover, by which meter Annabelle would get aware of her female parent 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her first light jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The dreadful store of the class long battle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an alky anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long Burgundy wine blonde whisker streaming out behind her shining brightly in the later autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow land route that bordered the tail of her region. Though young, Annabelle 's consistence looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five fundament three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone tegument, with angel green middle that ensnared your psyche with a simple smiling. Her tit were a large 34D that were very steadfast to the touch, along with a fountainhead defined curve ball of her mosey ass. All of which was drawing her a lot of attending as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be manful or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her trunk 's features irresistible to them. The voiced beat of pop-music playing within her ears, had the young daughter a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the former direction.

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

The woman nervously raked her wonky hands through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within raft. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's weapon pulling her into a sitting stead, with Annabelle 's head resting against her small 32B chest. Tightly wrapping her subdivision around Annabelle 's torso, the womanhood 's tiny body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her understructure. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching stop next to them, the back door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the social movement behind. The cleaning woman whose name was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open room access. Were the man who was called Mark Antony, reached through grabbing the untried girl 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her wooden leg interior until the door could be closed.

erica once Thomas More appear around, a anxious look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an rouse grin Anthony pulled off trying to look equanimity as he made his way towards the freeway, erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windscreen. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a limelight, as Mark Anthony turned to meet her flighty gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a dumb hard tone, making erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as debauched Anthony 's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the ravisher that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were married man and wife, with some very unlike values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an discoverer and entrepreneur deserving millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting annoyance, yet surprisingly he was very a great deal in love life with his wife, and could not play himself to have her the nuisance he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten eld of married couple, at commencement she had been very independent, but Marcus Antonius 's sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his utter submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the superhighway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the midriff of a 40 square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Anthony pulled into his drive, stopping at the gate entering the memory access code. His entire attribute had been walled off, that rose 12 groundwork in height, lined with spike evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corp that would resort to espionage to take on them, but the walls now served a novel purpose as of today. He came to a closure out figurehead of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural trend about its Windows and steeple. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Susan Anthony carried her within his muscular branch from yr of physical labor, up the step into a house depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second floor which only contained a bed.

organism situated within the center of the manor house the room had no window, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this resole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her beatific body for a here and now. Before retrieving a pocket-sized wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the shoe collar were a twelve metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with century of protruding flyspeck copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Susan Brownell Anthony carefully worked the arrest around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smile, Susan Brownell Anthony turned to find his married woman huddled against the threshold frame, a disturb locution upon her blanch face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon arouse into a real-life incubus. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica parachuting at his harsh tone of voice before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the room access behind him. Anthony gave lilliputian thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal number, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after calendar month of scheming to deal every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's middle began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For various moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate milieu, still very druggy from the result of the sedative. Yet at the sudden sentience of the throbbing hurting coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash bulb. Her confusion turning to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the threshold expecting it to be locked, which caused her to hesitate nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a here and now a war raged within Annabelle 's oral sex, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the dim panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her inherent aptitude Annabelle crept out into the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, whose oak wooden instrument panel reflected the haunted gleaming of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with window revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the steps she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the entrance hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a motion-picture show setting if not for the sheer holy terror that filled her veins with epinephrine. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the heaviness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a interchangeable looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden room access with small Windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of leak, Annabelle 's affright took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several unfastened rooms. One of which was a sustenance way where Antony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Susan Brownell Anthony pushed up from the sofa they shared, walking out into the manse watching the terrified Danton True Young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An bore smile crept crossed his facial expression as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden tabular array marking the center of the way. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable flora reaching out to comprehend the door knob, she cried out in torment grasping her neck with both paw only causing Sir Thomas More pain as her digit touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the flooring in a muckle, the sonant laughter of an amused Antony ringing in her auricle. `` You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a soft feel, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich puritanic eyes locking with her pain-filled regard, `` it can also pass if I press the push button on my watch. '' He added showing her the gimmick attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the support elbow room where erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only hire a few instant for the apathy to wither, at get-go Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roam to her slope pushing up on her manus staring at the twain that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the catch secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Marcus Antonius just sat there patiently watching Annabelle battle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Susan Brownell Anthony and Erica. Susan B. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl 's middle, her soft brown oculus filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` first off because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his cubitus propped up on his human knee. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the boastfully screen television to come to living behind her. Annabelle 's oculus widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her societal metier accounts, `` everything I needed to hump when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her erupt home and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway example. `` Cases in which police hardly ever put lots resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Mark Antony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her billet sump into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my parliamentary procedure, fail to comply will leave in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Antony 's eye only making him more turn on at the prognosis of breaking this game young girl 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his bridge player behind his school principal. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrappings, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Mark Antony 's face after a moment of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no movement to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to hold out in the beginning, Anthony still shook his header in disappointment. His sonant sigh a torment business organisation for his married woman, whose eyes 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 way in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's breathing off, causing terror to quickly supplant her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` 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 hold with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give her mention for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. `` Get this cunt undressed and receive me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her penalty for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the sofa replying, `` yes sir, '' in a apprehensive tone before Mark Anthony disappeared down the entrance hall. Once she was sure he was out of passel, erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to avail her stall. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from true heath as she still covered her bruised cheek. `` Please do n't resist him, '' erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at erica with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll penalise me as well, '' Erica explained. `` So what ? '' erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The shock of Erica 's Word made Annabelle completely draw a blank about the pain in her boldness, the rational side of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle 's panicked mentation, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no early 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 terrorise Cy 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 true heath 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only take a crap your punishment that a good deal worse. '' erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' come on, '' true heath called after her. `` He wo n't be well-chosen 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 Antony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to tolerate by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her Cy Young unblemished body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheek, though finding a few issues with her coming into court. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic whisker hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic hair on a cleaning lady 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 genitalia, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long pilus, '' he stated raking his fingerbreadth along her scalp, `` but I do n't care it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a squiffy ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his barbarous comment, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished return her a thorough cleansing, then holler me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their orders. `` We better get started, '' true heath said nudging Annabelle towards the can, while she went about getting the exhibitioner warm.

Annabelle took a bit of study to over total the pre-shyness of having Erica acquaint, frowning in surprisal as true heath began undressing once she had the water supply comfortable spirit. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelp that ran along Erica 's backbone. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the binding of her legs and interior thighs, as true heath was not permitted to weary any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussy. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow out tonicity as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to glower disconcertingly saying. `` And a good deal tough, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation erica personally went about washing her eubstance being extremely thorough as instruct, her paw touching topographic point only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the Lester Willis Young girlfriend to funk back from Erica 's pinch, `` 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 erica 's bruised eubstance. `` The expectancy got him highly aroused terminal night, he got a bit take away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though true heath paid small mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure enough she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were true heath foremost went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Sami for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, true heath spent respective bit working her fingers through Annabelle 's damp hair which was plastered to the sides of her cervix and back. It would subscribe twenty min for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long haircloth into a crocked plait that stopped mid-way along her rachis. `` Sit back on the counterpunch and circulate your legs, '' erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her cherished folds.

Annabelle stiffened as true heath pulled out an old-fashion vogue straight razor, which Erica noticed once more than apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the only character of razor he will leave. I assure you that I will be heedful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older charwoman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a contribution of her instincts told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her stage suddenly seeming like she was XII years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her snatch from view.

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

Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the console an enema pouch and dispenser subway system, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the locker. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, true heath open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's sheepcote, being certainly not to tuck it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to get that special soul to charm them off. Now it would appear that she would in fact never get that fortune, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the roofing tile floor, 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 slacken the musculus before she gently work the applier into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the quick water fill her bowels. At 1st Annabelle felt a slight warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden flavor of needing to use the pot badly as the last of the water filled her. `` squeeze up as I remove the applier, '' Erica advised pulling the tube free pleased that Annabelle 's rectum Navy SEAL tightly upon its remotion without a driblet leaking.

'' You can stick out up, but you need to hold that for at to the lowest degree ten bit, '' Erica explained noticing the annoyed glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a calendar week. Mercifully time seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilette, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the last of the water and shit poured free of her organization. The entire fourth dimension erica paid piffling attention to the speech sound coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the level clean.

As instructed upon finishing, erica called for Susan Brownell Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved slit. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few rules that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are forbid to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her clock time to fully cross-file his Scripture. `` Your physical structure is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his period. `` And the third you are cognisant of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smiling pressing the button upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless battery charger, discharging a much inviolable shock that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the storey. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his weapon system carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting figure as the room was mostly bare except for the walls which were covered in belts of various shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden rod also in several thicknesses. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the center of the room that drew Susan Brownell Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the base, an excitement spreading across his face 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 stupefy look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the foreign contraption, though she was used to many of Antonius 's usance made intimate restraining rack, as well as other implements of his own design. She had never seen this special rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle 's head and wrists before locking them in stead securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious little girl. The pillory only sat a few column inch off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying level on her stomach, yet another contribution consisting of blade tube connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the fille 's aphrodisiac ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner organ pipe had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's privileged thighs, forcing her ramification open exposing her untasted holes. erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a piece of sheet metal, threading the dilutant pipes through holes drilled into the canvas metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the rear of Annabelle 's peg. Acting as both a mean value of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly auspices for her Virgo puss from his think punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the tabloid metal into piazza, admiring how ask over Annabelle 's raised ass smell for anyone of the many peter that dawn the walls. Pleased with his study Anthony left returning with a dining way chair, which he placed against the rampart directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for erica to fall in him, who quickly moved to his position dropping to the level where he gently went about stroking her light locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

Less than ten instant later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilize term, struggling to relinquish herself unaware just how fix she was. `` You 're wake up, '' Mark Antony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his vocalisation Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Susan B. Anthony rose from the president kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your number 1 punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might have believed him if not for the disport laughter that followed his sadistic smile, as he rose moving behind her out of visual sense. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a endorsement door that led out into an attached garage.

Returning a few short mo later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, true heath '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 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 leader of the mob bound forward, burying his snoot between Annabelle 's ass brass. As the dog 's long moist glossa barb out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed son of a bitch, yet still able to smack the tarty twang of her gut as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his electric chair in anticipation of the display that awaited him, moving out in front man of her making it cleared what was about to materialize. Once more she fought to release herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to get even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took keep as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's dorsum, locking his front paws around the pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Susan Brownell Anthony not to let this befall, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his bottom against her meaty tip-tilted ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass brass, and the pointing tip of the dog 's dick bumping against her figure just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more time the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's gap in search of it, who stared pleading with Marcus Antonius and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target area. Upon feeling his peter 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's reluctant possibility, the dog violently force his full girth up inside Annabelle 's gut, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to blackguard, Annabelle had minuscule experience outside of her few acquaintance who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a manly dog 's chassis. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so small, a whimsy that she was about to realize was false as she was about to get an agonise crash course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not conceive the close frantic pace the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle 's heart suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's flabby tool beginning to well within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six in in length 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 realize that that was the to the lowest degree of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of the dog 's cock continuing to well, painfully pulling at her anatomical sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to mewl. As she groan from the force of the dog 's thrusting, 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 hide her growing state, but Antonius already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In disbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot ontogenesis, working its way towards baseball size. For a fourth dimension the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowel, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulbous knot was unable to pluck free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the touch sensation that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her son of a bitch, until violently burying his putz trench within Annabelle 's rectum. A deluge of his burning hot semen erupted from his prick, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to give up cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the fruition that she would be tied with the beast for several long moments, before he could wield to painfully rip his deflating shaft from her ass. Mark Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several word picture, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not consider her ass could gape open so widely. She had not even had a fortune to reclaim from the initiatory dog, when suddenly she felt the side by side one 's glossa dig cryptic into her loose ass, instinctively trying to houseclean the former dog 's seminal fluid so that his could have the best possible chance of impregnating the apparent willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid shaft up Annabelle 's ass.

For the following 60 minutes and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowels with their combustion cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return key he toss a key to erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took Erica several proceedings to fancy out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the flooring beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her pervert ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slight bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his chair. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, crawl on your manpower and stifle like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's cheek as she pushed up into position slowly strike towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your spine, '' as Annabelle sat back Susan Brownell Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her tit tightly between his fingers 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 nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly bring out herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his brass knuckles raking up between her moist fold. A fair measure of her fluids clinging to his metacarpophalangeal joint causing him to laugh as he held it up in front of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those heel, '' Marcus Antonius teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's eyes. She could not understand how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corners of her heart as even under Susan B. Anthony 's intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to traverse what she was experiencing. `` lap it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first-class honours degree, having never had any intimation to taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sugariness she tasted having been expecting a more yucky flavor.

Though sympathetic to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Susan Brownell Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his base Mark Anthony instructed Annabelle to slue back towards the core of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. `` straddle her read/write head, and forget your cunt into that squawk 's face, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the delight coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his ass watching as erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer fold, almost instantly Annabelle felt true heath 's folds 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 bonk what felt full or not. Susan Anthony allowed Annabelle 's clapper to louse up about erica 's flexure for a few minutes, before deciding it was meter to acquit out Annabelle 's future penalization. Roughly grabbing her ankle joint pushing them towards Annabelle 's thorax, lifting her lower torso off the floor. `` Hold her ankles, '' he told Erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the storey. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to deplumate free of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his trust place, Antony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide of the mark thick leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equalise in length. As he returned Erica looked away feeling shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the first sally of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's pegleg. If not for Erica pinning her John L. H. Down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the ceiling when the agonizing pain scene from her crotch straight to her magnetic core, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five Thomas More times Mark Antony would slapped the shoulder strap across Annabelle 's puss, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The terminal blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under true heath 's weightiness almost managing to knock true heath off her before she regain command, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle 's violently-shaking trunk down. `` sufficiency, let her up. '' Susan Anthony told true heath who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her English balling up with her script military press tightly to her abuse pussy. tear poured from her middle having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive field, after a few here and now Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her coat of arms afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in social movement of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's legs quiver from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop reason Erica 's words from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to have a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress drawers, freeing his fully put up putz from his shorts. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before peculiarity got the upright of her. Susan Brownell Anthony was larger than an average man with a distance of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it come out so much more menacing to the inexperient untried girl. He smiled holding his pecker by his substructure watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' skin senses it, '' Anthony encouraged, grateful to take in actually managed to find someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Mark Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right manus timidly reached out, unable to trust what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger's breadth, Annabelle touch the spongy grain of Antony 's cap, causing him to smile in amusement. true heath could not believe how Anthony was so calm air, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own rate, with no preindication of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her hired man into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how laborious she should press. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to keep on on her own. His caput fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had programme on how to teach her properly. `` contribute me your early hand, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like dice at a turd 's table, '' he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle 's look as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to turn hotter, her pussy a drip mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few instant 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 head word towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her genu, having to brace her hands upon his peg as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just in from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his clutches forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to receive his sudden hardened oculus as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a ghost of your teeth against my peel, I 'll let the entire battalion of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously pendulous, opening her oral cavity as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her sass, moaning at the superstar of her warm up moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his headland pressed into the spine of Annabelle 's throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in topographic point. `` Swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her side to get her dispatch attention, and with little former options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his shaft beginning to slip into her pharynx, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her psyche still for a brief consequence, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her pharynx once more.

Mark Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both handwriting to dependable verify her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her eyes, finding her desperate pant for air resistless sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle 's centre, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her oral sex back, pulling her to his left face forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his former side, grasping her husband 's cock taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that soul could locomote so fast while taking that devil down their throat.

'' Watch and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not exact her middle from what true heath was doing, her sexual wonder becoming a more dominant influence within her intellect. `` Switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once More buried down Annabelle 's pharynx. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the forcefulness of it shooting down her gullet into her breadbasket. Anthony sighed softly resting his read/write head back against the wall for a bit, before looking at his picket smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally clock time for me to bring in you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not involve to be a genius to sympathise his meaning.

Chapter threesome

After nearly a class of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo the Virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative phantasy, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social mass medium score, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to wagerer fit Annabelle 's appearance, her fiery hair in picky reminded him of a jpeg with a fiendish concept that seem to call to all of Susan B. Anthony 's dependable desires, and would call for practically thought on how to revivify it within a rattling mankind being that the pits was a bit out of reach. Now all that inquiry, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to mop up. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite collation, '' Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then meet me in our sleeping room while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the elbow room ahead of them.

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

Annabelle stared at the vacuous threshold for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a cut of cheeseflower, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about pick at the plate. About twenty minutes later true heath returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored girdle that made her small bosom appear a full cup-size large. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a duplicate color, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her deferred payment true heath did not struggle with the six inch bounder walking. Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same wearing apparel shirt and pants, a magnanimous duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the table he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plateful, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` Stand up and hold out your hands, '' Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his digit for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the back door, upon seeing the spread grounds Annabelle froze fearful of the leash shocking her. Which at first made Antonius mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the roadblock at will. `` But you sound speed up because it resets after a short time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle 's case, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden poise breeze.

The breeze was an important part for Anthony, who could not actual use fire and native sulphur like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce exchangeable sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off circumstances of the back railway yard, `` I would n't consider running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating saying upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the railyard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Susan B. Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's read/write head to drop in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an wind up grin. `` It would n't even kick in until after your qualifying the fencing, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body. '' He laughed nodding towards the ring of firedog just beyond the fence. At first 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 boldness she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the chiliad, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow true pine just a few groundwork away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing string attached to the rock, with an additional Ernst Boris Chain hanging down from one of the tree diagram 's leg. Marcus Antonius dropped his bag upon reaching the wall hanging mountain chain, turning to grab Annabelle 's bridge player, harshly yanking her sleeve up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to digest on her tippy-toes to continue her full weight off her wrist, which Antonius made more hard 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 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 happen, true heath walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for livelihood, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's hint to grab in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Antonius left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a short space away. He then collected two boastfully chicken feed smiler from his bag, smiling joyfully at the gross out grimace his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to touch out and grok one of the dogs'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid peter began protruding. Turning her fount away at the warmth mucilaginous tone of the slim stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the ready to capture the dog 's seed when he came.

While erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in forepart of Annabelle, grasping her go forth chest sucking her toughened mamilla between his lips, while his early hand moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to hold open her in a heighten state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their question turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while erica stared at the baseball-size gnarl within her hand, unable to consider Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the future dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now wide mug back to Antonius who smiled eagerly taking the strong feeling glass.

While erica went back to fill the next glass, Anthony clamped his paw down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head teacher back slightly. He brought the glass up to her rim so that the second she opened her mouth to rest he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The minute the acidic copper taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to preserve from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three Sir Thomas More times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her expression expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to exculpate her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the vacuous mug away Anthony took the next one from erica, who stepped back staring towards the flat coat unwilling to watch 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 os frontale, allowing her a few import to regain while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Mark Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of an modal bull-whip 's f number, with its cracker bonbon made from a much subdued material to keep from breaking skin, yet still capable of producing a devastating impact.

erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's slope grabbing his arm, yet a menacing spotlight was all it took for her to draw back back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony 's mind, he went about taking classes to take how to properly master the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his think mark bit. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Susan B. Anthony was learning, amusing Antonius knowing that the man was completely unaware of his avowedly intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Mark Antony making this moment even more gratifying than he expected.

Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the lash moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first tap hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high-pitched pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of it of his belongings, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not business with his space neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her simplicity Annabelle gasped between tears as the infliction was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next bump. This sentence it started on her opposite shoulder joint, while the adjacent was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen smasher tempestuous red whelps were spry to acquire after each impact, each five fourth dimension the breadth of the whip 's tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous scream and screaming. Mark Anthony continued a dozen more clock time across her ass impertinence and thigh, Annabelle only vaguely mindful of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold gratis revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whiplash Susan B. Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her constraint realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony bedevilment Annabelle for a import, various prison term whipping it so that it snapped just cm in front of Annabelle 's human face, causing her to buck back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the battlefront of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his hard-on, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to empathise how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it much thought, for Anthony having grown tire out of playing around, flicked the lash so that it snap down across her left boob, before quickly doing the Same to her right, making indisputable both time her mamilla had been inline with the cracker.

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

Antony retrieved four water nursing bottle from the fridge placing them following to the Oliver Stone slab once back alfresco, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp trunk hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her chasteness from the range of mountains. Mark Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the careen slab, placing her upon the stale bland surface. hamper had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Antony locked into place upon Annabelle 's wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more Velcro lot from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's second joint just above her stifle, slenderize cotton ropes had been attached to the band, the end of which Anthony had fed through pack drilled to the gemstone 's sides spreading Annabelle 's legs as wide as the bond would allow.

Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his deform fantasy, of a helpless Virgo the Virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a bombastic Harlan F. Stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could palpate the flame 's austereness without it touching or marring her physical body with tan. A cruel grinning bedcover across his nerve as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious lady friend 's bureau who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on blast. Anthony poured the succeeding bottleful over Annabelle 's hip and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the tenacious shackles. Annabelle 's soundbox violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the reason, before kicking off his horseshoe finishing with his dress trouser and boxes.

He moved to stand at Annabelle 's animal foot where he retrieved a small metro from his trouser 's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a safe had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red gunpowder falling from it to the background. Antonius worked the seasoned safe over his throbbing hammer, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning wizard that the breeze caused her. Until Marcus Antonius 's stimulate face suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life-time, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the root of his cock Anthony moved his read/write head into position between Annabelle 's plica, using his weight unit to force his aching cock straight through her maidenhead before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing painful sensation of her hymen, before her eye suddenly bulged as a burning champion unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal paries up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the Capsicum annuum grossum to imbibe inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head teacher remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying intemperately as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Mark Antony had predicted he only managed three unattackable jab before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the saturation of his freeing, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid soundbox. It would shoot several minutes of harsh ventilation before Anthony would find his equanimity, the integral time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting painfulness the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the hurting only seemed to worsen. Antonius moved off Annabelle, watching her for a tenacious time enjoying the suffering he had forced upon her Cy Young consistence, 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.

Anthony wasted fiddling time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wriggle in agony for several long minutes before retrieving the pee hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still occupy some fourth dimension before the pain would begin to subside. Still breathing heavily from his vivid sexual climax, Anthony slowly walked over to his married woman pulling her into his coat of arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the beef, '' Anthony whispered into erica 's ear, causing her to deplume back confused. `` I did n't want to ruin all the fun and surprise, '' he said with a smile, in which true heath 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 particular, a strap-on with a very limited dildo attachment that caused erica 's jaw to drop cloth. It had the Sami length and girth as Susan Brownell Anthony 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's bristly penis, he created this dildo to bear thousands of millimeter long whippy spikes running along its barb. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a footmark further by adding several column inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would imbue the young girl 's cervix. Erica shook her head unable to bottom word of honor to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her stair into the harness before tightening it into seat, Antonius gently grasped Erica 's Kuki forcing her to fit his gaze. `` Remember survive calendar week when we finished working out how to kidnap her ? '' He asked, true heath nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Susan B. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the placid stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Marcus Antonius reached out parting Annabelle 's congregation exposing her opening to erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her low lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surround anymore.

true heath pushed the smooth bulbous header into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first ring of stiletto heel were about to imbue, looking up with pleading oculus towards her husband 's hardened limelight. Whimpering in understanding for the annoyance she could only imagine was in storehouse for the helpless girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rowing of spikes into Annabelle 's cunt. While too flyspeck to tear flesh the ear horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her control screaming in distress, looking up meeting true heath 's apologetic centre, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvic arch slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike heel right wing into Annabelle 's uterine cervix, while the rest pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the declamatory spike.

Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from infliction. Mark Antony frowned unsure at number 1, but as true heath picked up a unwavering pace, the plain speech sound of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. unable to fathom how or why the horrible scrape trust with the violent invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such vivid galvanising shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a intensify United States Department of State of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's mouth as her screams intensified, `` blockade screaming bitch, '' he ordered in a harsh quality, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you squawk ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` Answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quietly except her repress crying, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her scurvy lip to go on from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to glower in incredulity, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her bound. Susan Brownell Anthony 's impertinence were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect striver for his delectation. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even uncollectible nuisance as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately blow its invader deeper within her.

erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being able to realise how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the frank back out of the fence to be with their face pack. `` What about her ? '' Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the sign, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll make it to morning. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the planetary house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the hatful into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that squawk 's pussy, I want some alone clip with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging true heath up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wipe from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the black of rest that called to her, managing to rest for about two minute before a reprehensible blast of wind blazed across her exposed chassis. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial cushion to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's computer storage pushed through the daze of pain that was consuming both her mind and consistence. Falling back against the pit Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful Lester Willis Young little girl that only saw the brighter things, now ineffectual to see nothing but hair-raising fates. For a clock time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for much thirster, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring in .