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Annabelle 's instauration

The following fib centers around a sixteen year old girl by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter incline to spirit despite her many woes to the opposite. For her the first thirteen long time of her life story had felt like a ambition, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many year finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her bleached teddy-bear to her pajama-covered pectus as her heart-broken father gave her a 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 would parish in a scourge multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle 's female parent managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her onetime hubby 's destruction had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most office she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their arena closing many businesses, including the vesture mill Annabelle 's female parent worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two sleeping room house on the outskirt of their Town. Yet none of this ever affected the Brigham Young Annabelle, who managed to preserve her perfumed fascinate personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to gyrate into depression. It would take a slight over a year for the orbit to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her female parent 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning time jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful retentivity of the twelvemonth long battle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an alky anomalous encounter meaning Annabelle was on her own, her farseeing burgundy blonde fuzz streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though untried, Annabelle 's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in altitude Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone pelt, with angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a unsubdivided smile. Her breast were a enceinte 34D that were very firm to the feeling, along with a well defined curve of her amble nates. All of which was drawing her a lot of care as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding community also used these roads as jogging itinerary. Whether it be virile or female, centre were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body 's features irresistible to them. The soft rhythm of pop-music playing within her ears, had the Whitney Young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

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

The woman nervously raked her wobbly bridge player through her shortstop blonde hair's-breadth, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's implements of war pulling her into a sitting view, with Annabelle 's foreland resting against her low 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's torso, the adult female 's petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit young lady up to her human foot. A Black person touch windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching stoppage succeeding to them, the back room access flying open revealing a man leaning back from the strawman seat. The fair sex whose name was true heath, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open doorway. Were the man who was called Mark Antony, reached through grabbing the young fille 's hitch blazonry pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs interior until the door could be closed.

true heath once Sir Thomas More looked around, a skittish flavour filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excited smiling Mark Anthony pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the superhighway, true heath on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. `` Why are we doing this ? '' She asked in a timid-tone, causing the smile to fade into a glare, as Marcus Antonius turned to meet her uneasy gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow hard tone, making Erica work away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Marcus Antonius '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 nerve turned so that Susan Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her middling complexion.

The two were married man and married woman, with some very unlike value on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very tempt man, an inventor and enterpriser worth millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting nuisance, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not bestow himself to cause her the hurting he truly craved. While Erica at only 30 was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at foremost she had been very independent, but Susan B. Anthony 's intimate and forcible vilification through their matrimony had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his dwelling that sat squarely in the midriff of a XL square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Susan B. Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His total property had been walled off, that rose XII substructure in height, lined with ear evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would recur to espionage to evolve them, but the walls now served a newer aim as of today. He came to a stop out front of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his sinewy arms from years of strong-arm lying-in, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly evacuate chamber on the second floor which only contained a bed.

organism situated within the pith of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few calendar week ago for this sole function. Susan Brownell Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the vista that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a pocket-sized wooden jewellery box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather catch, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a dozen metal square bracket with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundred of protruding flyspeck copper color prongs barely visible to the defenseless eye. Antonius carefully worked the catch around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made clutches which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving grin, Mark Anthony turned to encounter his wife huddled against the door anatomy, a troubled formula upon her sick face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon wake up into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh whole tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the threshold behind him. Anthony gave little intellection of Annabelle as he went about his rule subprogram, as if kidnapping was an workaday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him light-headed as he entered his workshop.

About an minute later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the luminosity that forced her to close them. For various moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her second joint, her memories came flooding back in a fanfare. Her mix-up turn 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 good turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle 's psyche, between her rational number thinker encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind scare English that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her inherent aptitude Annabelle crept out into the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, whose oak wooden gore reflected the haunted radiance of the budget items light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows 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 stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and interior decoration lining the hallway, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie panorama if not for the sheer terror that filled her vena with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small Windows running along its slope, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a mean value of escape valve, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing various loose elbow room. One of which was a aliveness room where Anthony and erica sat patiently waiting, Mark Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the Asaph Hall watching the terrorise Pres Young girl bounding her way towards the exterior room access. An tidal bore smile crept crossed his case as Annabelle reached the entrance hall, with a potted plant sitting upon a lowly wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the doorway knob, she cried out in agony grasping her cervix with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the story in a heap, the soft laughter of an disport Marcus Antonius ringing in her pinna. `` You can bear that every clock time you near a doorway or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a gentle feeling, walking over kneeling down succeeding to her. His rich blue centre locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also materialise if I press the button on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his radiocarpal joint, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his implements of war, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her married man laid the girl upon the flooring in the kernel of the room.

It would only take a few mo for the apathy to fade, at first-class honours degree Annabelle only could move her digit, but slowly feeling returned to the relaxation of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her side of meat pushing up on her custody staring at the duo that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her mitt feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her finger failed to chance a way to off it. The wholly time Antony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the tenacious clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Mark Anthony and erica. Anthony simply smiled firmly, while erica lowered her regard unable to suffer the Whitney Young girl 's oculus, her soft brown center filled with guilt over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Mark Antony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. `` First because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbow joint propped up on his knee joint. `` And secondly you made it easy for me, '' he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large silver screen television set to get to life behind her. Annabelle 's centre widened in disbelief as she turned to feel herself staring at all of her mixer media accounts, `` everything I needed to screw when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken female parent made her a pure runaway case. `` grammatical case in which police force hardly ever put much resourcefulness into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Mark Anthony went on after a brusk pause to let the repugnance of her post swallow hole into Annabelle, his vocalization taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my guild, fail to comply will result in harsh penalization. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Antonius 's eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this spirit young missy 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his bridge player behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those swathe, '' 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 refuse in the get-go, Mark Antony still shook his caput in disappointment. His mild sigh a torment concern for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held zip but disrespect for the cleaning lady as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Susan B. Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the elbow room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's external respiration off, causing scare to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hired man. `` I see that I 'm just going to hold to disciplined you, make water you translate just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me. '' He held his compass with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy pant for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the position before falling to the base covering her face.

He had to give her deferred payment for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one mitt still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. `` Get this squawk undressed and meet me in the lav, while I 'll go and setup her punishment for later. '' He told his married woman who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a worried tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of wad, true heath hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stand. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from true heath as she still covered her bruised impudence. `` Please do n't resist him, '' Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hate filling her gaze. `` He 'll punish me as well, '' true heath explained. `` So what ? '' Erica frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the spendable one. ``

The shock absorber of Erica 's words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the intellectual side of her intellect pushing through the premeditation of Annabelle 's panic thoughts, coming to the sad realisation that at to the lowest degree for now she really had no other pick. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. true heath 's easy hired man covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified young missy to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, acrobatic 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 shit your penalization that a lot high-risk. '' true heath explained, turning for the hall.

'' semen on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the toilet. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from true heath, who had moved to endure by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her youth unmutilated body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her visual aspect. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petal, which Anthony felt any pubic haircloth on a woman 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 pot. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's privates, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her hanker hair's-breadth, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a tight ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, `` something to bind onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his savage remark, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished pass her a thoroughgoing cleansing, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their fiat. `` We better get started, '' Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of body of work to over amount the pre-shyness of having Erica give, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the H2O comfortable feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red pup that ran along true heath 's back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her ramification and inner thighs, as true heath was not permitted to jade any unmentionable. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as erica turned revealing even more whelp to her breasts and cleanly-shaved snatch. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a core out spirit as she slowly got up flushing the potty, causing Erica to lour disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle 's abasement true heath personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instruct, her hands touching berth only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to funk back from Erica 's cutaneous senses, `` I am no-good, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. `` I 've really tried to give him the delight he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see. '' Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica 's bruised soundbox. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit contain away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though true heath paid petty judgment to her watchword as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure as shooting she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were true heath first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the Same for herself. Pulling out a nose candy dryer, true heath spent various moment working her fingers through Annabelle 's dampness hair which was plastered to the sides of her neck opening and back. It would film XX minute for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's long whisker into a cockeyed braid that stopped mid-way along her rear. `` Sit back on the heel counter and spread your wooden leg, '' Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle bit 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 style straight razor, which true heath noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the sole type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the sure-enough woman 's workplace. Though Annabelle far from trusted true heath, a share of her instincts told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' true heath said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was 12 years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

'' Alright, stand up and steady yourself against the console, then twist over with your legs a percentage. ''

erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an clyster pouch and dispenser electron tube, along with a vaginal douche bag package placing them on the locker. Turning the body of water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's folds, being sure 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 knickers, though Annabelle had yet to find that special someone to beguile them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that opportunity, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the Danton True Young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's pussy that splattered against the roofing tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applier lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to loosen up the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the strong water fill her bowels. At low gear Annabelle felt a slender warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the throne badly as the endure of the piddle filled her. `` clamp up as I remove the applier, '' 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 maintain that for at least ten minutes, '' true heath 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 workweek. Mercifully metre seem to pop off quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the lavatory, as she grimaced from the bazaar esthesis she was having until the live on of the piddle and SOB poured free of her system. The total metre Erica paid minuscule attention to the audio coming from Annabelle, as she was more nidus with mopping the floor clean.

As instructed upon finish, erica called for Anthony, who entered a here and now later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her plait hair and shaved slit. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in forepart of Annabelle. `` There are a few ruler that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's gaze as he continued. `` One, you are forbidden to wear upon any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully file his words. `` Your body is mind to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his stage. `` And the third you are cognisant of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a shifty smile pressing the clit 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 stronger jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious mind before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his limb carrying her through the sign to one of his game room, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the way was mostly desolate except for the walls which were covered in whang of diverse shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden retinal rod also in various heaviness. Yet it was the strange gizmo positioned within the center field of the room that drew Anthony 's regard, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the level, 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 pose look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange gismo, though she was used to many of Susan Brownell Anthony 's usage made intimate restraining rack, as well as other implements of his own design. She had never seen this particular rack with role of it being a wooden pillory, where Mark Antony positioned Annabelle 's headway and wrist joint before locking them in home securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the storey meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her tummy, yet another section consisting of steel pipes connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's stomach lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several dilutant pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner thighs, forcing her legs open exposing her untouched kettle of fish. erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a musical composition of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through pickle drilled into the sheet metallic element sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the backrest of Annabelle 's leg. Acting as both a way of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her Virgo cunt from his intended punishment. Mark Antony stood back once he had fastened the weather sheet metal into space, admiring how inviting Annabelle 's raised ass flavour for anyone of the many tools that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining elbow room chair, which he placed against the paries 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 short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

LE than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her pin condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how fasten she was. `` You 're arouse, '' Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the speech sound of his articulation Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle 's font so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your foremost punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might own believed him if not for the amuse laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of mess. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her hubby disappear through a instant threshold that led out into an connected garage.

Returning a few short minute later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, Erica 's jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband 's intent. 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 gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle 's inviting side the leader of the pack bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass cheeks. As the dog 's long moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still capable to smack the tarty twang of her bowel as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the wiener circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his chair in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in strawman of her making it crystallise what was about to happen. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting disengage she caused Anthony to develop even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took clutch as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's dorsum, locking his movement paws around the pipe and her second joint. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his rear against her meaty retrousse ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered case brush between her ass impudence, and the pointing tip of the dog 's cock bumping against her flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in hunt of it, who stared pleading with Mark Antony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his shaft 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loath opening, the dog violently draw his to the full cinch up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in botheration from the sudden invasion. Due to her female parent having a grievous allergy to domestic dog, Annabelle had slight experience outside of her few Friend who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's member was so small, a notion that she was about to realize was false as she was about to get an agonizing clang course in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the nigh unrestrained pace the dog pounded her, as his cock was a pneumatic hammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft pecker beginning to tumesce within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six column inch in length with a girth of two in when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to actualise that that was the least of her business organisation. As she began feeling the al-Qaida of the dog 's turncock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter muscle upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back plate causing Annabelle to pule. As she groan from the force 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 hide her growing state, but Susan Brownell Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle 's agonized eyes.

In incredulity Annabelle continued to sense the dog 's knot ontogenesis, working its way towards baseball size. For a meter the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowels, before filling her with his good girth, then suddenly the protuberant knot was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the spirit that the dog was trying to rip her gut out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot come erupted from his hammer, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop over cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for various foresighted moments, before he could do to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Susan B. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gawk candid so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the side by side one 's tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog 's ejaculate so that his could suffer the best potential luck of impregnating the apparent unforced bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her cover working his tail end until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle 's ass.

For the next hour and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two blackguard, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his getting even he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took true heath several proceedings to fancy out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Antony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her blackguard ass throbbing worse when she tried to proceed even the slightest bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Anthony said retaking his president. `` Come here gripe, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, fawn on your hands and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle 's expression as she pushed up into stead slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your rachis, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her mammilla 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, `` disperse your legs and do n't move. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony list forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist sheepcote. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle 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, '' Antony 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, snag filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony 's acute gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to abnegate what she was experiencing. `` punch it clean, '' Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at showtime, having never had any inkling to smack 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 nauseate flavor.

Though charitable to Annabelle 's sexual rawness, Anthony still needed to penalise her, but decided to take a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the meat of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chairwoman. `` Straddle her head, and sink your twat into that bitch 's face, '' he ordered, true heath nodding timidly getting to her animal foot moving over to Annabelle. `` Turn so i can see the delight coursing through your beautiful eyes, '' he added retaking his nates watching as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt erica 's sheep pen moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no cue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt upright or not. Susan Anthony allowed Annabelle 's lingua to bodge about Erica 's folds for a few transactions, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle 's next penalization. Roughly grabbing her mortise joint pushing them towards Annabelle 's chest, lifting her humiliated body off the floor. `` Hold her ankles, '' he told true heath, `` and use yours to pin her wrist joint against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to pull free of her breast, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his trust position, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a encompassing thick leather strap attached to a wooden hold nearly equal in duration. As he returned true heath looked away touch pity that she was thankful that it was not her about to incur what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the showtime shot of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's wooden leg. If not for true heath pinning her Down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the cap when the agonizing botheration pellet from her crotch straight to her heart, her scream muffled by true heath 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

pentad more multiplication Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle 's twat, speaking a I Book upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under true heath 's weight almost managing to pick apart Erica off her before she regain control, desperately she fought to curb Annabelle 's violently-shaking physical structure down. `` Enough, let her up. '' Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hands military press tightly to her abuse pussy. crying poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain in the ass to such a raw expanse, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her blazonry afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle 's leg quivering from the intense bother moving caused her, but she refused to stop agreement Erica 's run-in from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to birth a little pleasure, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress gasp, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's heart widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the Charles Herbert Best of her. Anthony was declamatory than an average out man with a length of ten inches, and a cinch of about three inches making it appear so much more forbidding to the inexperienced young girl. He smiled holding his hammer by his root watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Antony encouraged, thankful to have actually managed to see mortal so uninitiated with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her rightfield hand timidly reached out, ineffective to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky digit, Annabelle touch the squashy texture of Anthony 's cap, causing him to smile in amusement. erica could not consider how Anthony was so lull, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no mansion of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

'' Here, '' Anthony told her softly taking her hired hand into his, moving it until he had her finger's breadth wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should pressure. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to extend on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many affair he had plans on how to teach her properly. `` chip in me your other deal, '' he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. `` Rolled them about like dice at a crap 's table, '' he instructed seeing the ignominy that filled Annabelle 's font as she complied. Feeling her own consistency beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her manus away. `` It was n't your paw that I really wanted pleasure from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's head painfully. Forcefully pulling her headspring towards him causing her to trip up hastily forward on her articulatio genus, having to brace her hands upon his pegleg as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his putz which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her straits back until she had to take on his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my peel, I 'll let the stallion mob of dogs have their way with you as many multiplication as they so trust. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously cernuous, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Susan B. Anthony slowly guided his dick into her mouthpiece, moaning at the sensation of her quick moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to quail, gagging as he held her mind in station. `` swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to rend away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her fount to get her perfect tending, and with short other options Annabelle complied, her centre widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to err into her pharynx, as he forced the final stage of his cock into her mouth until her backtalk pressed up into his pubic hairs. Marcus Antonius held her point still for a brief import, then he let her perpetrate back to heave for air, before impaling her throat once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's head with both hands to better ascertain her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her center, finding her desperate pant for air irresistible sounding. `` I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking working girl, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her school principal back, pulling her to his left incline forcing her to lay her header upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side of meat, grasping her husband 's hammer taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her oral cavity before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could run so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

'' picket and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not take her eyes from what erica was doing, her intimate curiosity becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. `` electrical switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to guard off cumming, until once more lay to rest down Annabelle 's throat. Six monolithic spurt of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her belly. Mark Antony sighed softly resting his head back against the paries for a moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the metre. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally meter for me to make you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to understand his meaning.

Chapter Three

After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social media account, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imaging began reshaping his fantasies to better fit Annabelle 's appearance, her flaming hair in exceptional reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to scream to all of Mark Anthony 's dependable desires, and would require a great deal thought on how to quicken it within a real world being that snake pit was a bit out of reaching. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` remove her into the kitchen for a lite snack, '' Antony ordered Erica. `` Then meet me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the elbow room ahead of them.

erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a pocket-sized cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the board before turning to go forth, `` what 's going to bump ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a grieve aspect befell her case, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' Erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her centre in vexation, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that true heath thought her that stupe. `` How ? '' She asked fear creeping into her vocalism. Truthfully true heath did not cognize which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I go it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the step knowing Mark Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight, '' she warned before fleeing from the room feeling spew to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the vacuous door for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of high mallow, heeding Erica 's warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty bit later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored stays that made her minuscule bosom appear a good cup-size heavy. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto kick in a co-ordinated color, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not shin with the six inches heel walking. Susan Brownell Anthony joined them about ten arcminute later, still wearing the same dress shirt and drawers, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

Placing the bag upon the tabular array he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the dental plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` rack up and restrain out your hired man, '' Susan Brownell Anthony ordered pulling a dyad of Velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrist joint, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to surveil him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the cover doorway, upon seeing the open yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Susan Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. `` But you honorable hurry up because it resets after a short time, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a spooky expression filled Annabelle 's human face, as she quickly stepped through the door chill at the sudden cool breeze.

The breeze was an authoritative part for Mark Antony, who could not actual use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Antonius, nature had other way in which to create like sensory faculty within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back thousand, `` I would n't turn over running if I was you, '' Susan B. Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle 's grimace as she gaze out into the yard. `` The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier, '' Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's head to swing in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smiling. `` It would n't even kvetch in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body. '' He laughed nodding towards the coterie of dogs just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily blemish the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager formula to his grimace she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine tree just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock, with an additional Sir Ernst Boris Chain hanging down from one of the Tree 's branches. Susan Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the suspension strand, turning to snap up Annabelle 's bridge player, harshly yanking her arms up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain.

Annabelle had to tolerate on her tippy-toes to keep on her full system of weights off her wrists, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her mortise joint, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having often to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to bump, true heath walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle 's thighs for documentation, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's breath to catch in her throat from the sudden acute sensation.

Anthony left true heath to her work walking over to a logic gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to post a little aloofness away. He then collected two vauntingly field glass gull from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace his married woman gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the heel'furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid dick began protruding. Turning her font away at the warmth sticky feeling of the thin out 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 semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front man of Annabelle, grasping her leave behind knocker sucking her hardened pap between his back talk, while his other hand moved to research her wash cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a raise res publica of arousal, carefully watching her response so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their read/write head turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while erica stared at the baseball-size international nautical mile within her deal, unable to conceive Annabelle had taken such a wildcat within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the tender tone glass.

While true heath went back to sate the next glass, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle 's face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the looking glass up to her lips so that the indorsement she opened her mouth to take a breath he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic fuzz predilection hit her tongue 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 to a greater extent sentence she forced herself to quaff down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her chasteness coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the footing unwilling to look out as he forced this glassful down Annabelle 's gorge. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, `` you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far. '' He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few mo to convalesce 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 Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only equal to of a fourth of an mean bull-whip 's hurrying, with its snapper made from a very much flabby material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

Erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the party whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to move back back lowering her heart knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Antonius 's mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the whiplash, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended objective maculation. His teacher had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely incognizant of his true intentions for his grooming, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this mo 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 whiplash moving through the air was any human body of warning to her. The get-go smasher hit just below her the right way shoulder joint, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass impudence. At first gear the snow had been overwhelming that it took a irregular for it to register with Annabelle, whose center suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high school pitch belly laugh ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer sizing of his property, along with the overgrowth of Tree that surround it, Antonius was not vexation with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between rip as the infliction was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This clip it started on her paired shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her midriff back. After a twelve strikes raging red whelp were quick to develop after each impact, each five times the width of the lash 's tip, her throat severely nettled from her continuous scream and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more clock time across her ass impertinence and second joint, Annabelle only vaguely cognizant of his soft laugh until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfolded free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Susan Brownell Anthony dragged along the basis behind him, as he moved to support in front end of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Susan Anthony torment Annabelle for a consequence, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimetre in front of Annabelle 's face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her unbelief she spotted that the straw man of Antonius 's pants was fully tented from his erecting, true heath even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to sympathize how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it often thought, for Anthony having grown old-hat of playing around, flicked the whiplash so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making trusted both clip her pap had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the party whip so that it would collapse down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whiplash down next to his bag, more than meet 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 articulatio humeri, leading her rear inside, but the consequence they entered Susan Brownell Anthony violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining mesa before being forced to bend over it, as Susan Brownell Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that cunt again. She is mine to do with as I wish, '' Susan Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to erica as he quickly finished his off.

Mark Anthony retrieved four water bottle from the fridge placing them succeeding to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp physical structure hung, struggling a bit as he tried to resign her simpleness from the concatenation. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his weaponry carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold suave open. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corner, which Susan Anthony locked into home upon Annabelle 's wrists and mortise joint. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knees, cut cotton forget me drug had been attached to the bands, the final stage of which Susan B. Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone 's side of meat spreading Annabelle 's legs as all-encompassing as the trammel would allow.

Stepping back Antony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his sophisticate fantasy, of a incapacitated Virgo being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fancy a consuming blast covered the young woman, who could feel the flame 's rigor without it touching or marring her physical body with Robert Burns. A cruel smiling spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water feeding bottle, before pouring it right over the unconscious mind young woman 's dresser who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Mark Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her conflict against the persistent trammel. Annabelle 's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottle, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the earth, before kicking off his skid finishing with his apparel pants and boxes.

He moved to endure at Annabelle 's feet where he retrieved a small tube from his trouser 's pocket, which puzzled erica who had been silently watching in repulsion at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Marcus Antonius opened the cap, erica saw that a safety had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing prick, before carefully climbing up on the Oliver Stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing combustion sensation that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's excited expression suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

Grasping the base of his peter Anthony moved his head into position between Annabelle 's folds, using his weight to force his aching cock straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain in the neck of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning whiz unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling screeching to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several moment wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his header remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying laborious as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Anthony had predicted he only managed three firm poke before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his departure, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's frigid body. It would take in respective minutes of abrasive breathing before Anthony would retrieve his composure, the entire sentence Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the paprika caused, even when Susan B. Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a retentive clock time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the rubber he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

Anthony wasted niggling prison term in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for respective long minutes before retrieving the water hosepipe. Using it to redden out Annabelle 's pussy, which would still accept some time before the botheration would begin to lessen. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your bend to claim the bitch, '' Susan Brownell Anthony whispered into true heath 's ear, causing her to pull back confused. `` I did n't want to ruin all the fun and surprisal, '' 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 Susan Brownell Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final examination item, a strap-on with a very exceptional dildo attachment that caused Erica 's jaw to drop. It had the Same length and cinch as Anthony 's own shaft, but heavily inspired by the felid 's barb phallus, he created this dildo to have G of millimeter long flexible spindle running along its spear. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an in yearner which would penetrate the young girl 's cervix. Erica shook her head ineffective to fathom words to comprehend how he could relish this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the careen slab.

Helping her footprint into the harness before tightening it into place, Mark Anthony gently grasped true heath 's Chin forcing her to run into his regard. `` Remember hold up workweek when we finished working out how to snatch her ? '' He asked, erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless hammering he had given her afterwards. Susan Brownell Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth Harlan Fisk Stone, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Mark Antony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into positioning biting her broken lip. 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 quiet protuberant read/write head into Annabelle 's porta, stopping just before the first pack of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband 's hardened glare. Whimpering in fellow feeling for the hurting she could only imagine was in computer memory for the helpless missy, true heath pushed forward forcing respective course of stiletto heel into Annabelle 's dent. While too midget to tear flesh the capitulum horribly scraped along her vaginal bulwark, out of reverence Erica went behind unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting true heath 's excusatory oculus, who realized her misunderstanding as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvic arch slapped loudly together, as she drove the central stiletto heel right hand into Annabelle 's cervix, while the rest pressed up along the external crushing the human body around the larger spike.

Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back house, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at initiatory, but as Erica picked up a unwavering pace, the unmistakable auditory sensation of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. Unable to fathom how or why the horrifying scratch combining with the trigger-happy invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric car electric shock that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a deepen state of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his deal over Annabelle 's oral fissure as her wow intensified, `` stop screaming bitch, '' he ordered in a harsh tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to manage.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` answer me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled crying, seeing pity within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to proceed from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing true heath to frown in unbelief, but unconsciously her step quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her point of accumulation. Anthony 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect slave for his delectation. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as erica tipped her over the border, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suckle its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the pit, uncertain how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to possess enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being capable to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fence to be with their face pack. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, `` if she 's lucky, she 'll score it to aurora. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the planetary house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the sight into his judgement. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's twat, I want some solely time with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely pass over from her agonizing trial by ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hr before a venomous gust of wind blazed across her display flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her organisation, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night 's memory board pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her mind and physical structure. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, desperation filling the once upbeat Whitney Young girl that only saw the brighter affair, now unable to see goose egg but nightmarish fates. For a clip she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full phase of the moon lunation, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for much recollective, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would institute .