This is a complete piece of work of fiction, and has no correlation coefficient to any specific person, plaza, or event. Some of the characters'personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it sack up that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and fast-growing attack towards any sexuality, this is just a nighttime history my mind created. Nothing More ! ! ! !

Annabelle 's Introduction

The following narrative centre of attention around a sixteen year old young woman by the name of Annabelle Flint River. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very reverential teen, that saw only the brighter side to spirit despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen long time of her life history had felt like a dreaming, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many yr finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in disarray, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered pectus as her heart-broken father gave her a sozzled hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her os frontale. As if this had not been roughshod enough, barely two weeks later her founding father would parish in a scourge multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few eld Annabelle 's female parent managed to keep on their lifestyle fairly rule, but her onetime husband 's destruction had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking trouble that for the well-nigh voice she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the clothing manufacturing plant Annabelle 's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two chamber house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the Brigham Young Annabelle, who managed to stay fresh her gratifying charming personality, even when her own mother'was beginning to corkscrew into clinical depression. It would consider a little over a year for the area to lead off to recuperate, by which prison term Annabelle would become aware of her mother 's growing problem.

Chapter One

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her female parent Rachael had adopted once her female parent had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convert her mother that she needed aid still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an lush anomalous get together meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long Burgundy wine blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn 's sun, as she ran down the minute rural area road that bordered the prat of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle 's soundbox looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel green eyes that ensnared your mortal with a simple smile. Her breasts were a enceinte 34D that were very firm to the touch sensation, along with a well defined curve of her amble buttocks. All of which was drawing her a lot of care as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her consistence 's features irresistible to them. The sonant cadence of pop-music playing within her pinna, had the Cy Young girl a bit unhinge as she merged onto another route, running sideways into another cleaning lady coming from the former direction.

'' I 'm terribly sorry, '' Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older 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 fist slammed into her thigh, at initiative ineffective to comprehend the odd physical object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a little syringe whose plumber's helper 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 void of void consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her precarious hands through her short blond hair, looking cautiously around to be certainly no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle 's arm pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle 's head resting against her small 32B titty. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle 's body, the woman 's flyspeck consistence struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her groundwork. A lightlessness tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching stay next to them, the back doorway flying unfold revealing a man leaning back from the face tooshie. The woman whose epithet was erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the unseasoned female child 's limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while erica maneuvered her legs inside until the door could be closed.

Erica once More looked around, a nervous looking filling her oculus as she hurriedly jump into the front end of the SUV. With an shake up grin Marcus Antonius pulled off trying to depend unagitated as he made his way towards the superhighway, true heath on the verge of split 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 glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. `` Because I told you too, '' he replied in a slow down hard flavour, making erica move around away cowardly staring at the floor board. Just as riotous Susan Anthony 's smiling 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 typeface turned so that Anthony could easily count every lentigo that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were hubby and wife, with some very different time value on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an inventor and entrepreneur worth millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his married woman, and could not make for himself to get her the hurting he truly craved. While erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten old age of marriage, at inaugural she had been very independent, but Susan Brownell Anthony 's sexual and strong-arm abuse through their union had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Mark Anthony drove down the throughway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the midriff of a forty square acres of land.

Just as the sky redden announcing sunset 's arrival, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the approach codification. His stallion attribute had been walled off, that rose xii feet in altitude, lined with spindle evenly spaced along its top. With some of his piece of work there were many corporation that would repair to espionage to evolve them, but the paries now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a enceinte two level manor house, with a Gothic architectural style about its window and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious mind Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his powerful arms from years of forcible parturiency, up the steps into a theatre depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second floor which only contained a bed.

organism situated within the centre of attention of the manor the elbow room had no window, built by Anthony a few calendar week ago for this solitary purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the aspect that awaited, studying her angelic soundbox for a present moment. Before retrieving a humble wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a twelve metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny copper prongs barely visible to the au naturel eye. Anthony carefully worked the taking into custody around Annabelle 's neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.

With an approving smiling, Anthony turned to notice his wife huddled against the door form, a unhinge expression upon her wan face as she stared down at the unconscious little girl, who would soon come alive into a real-life nightmare. `` Go do something productive, '' he snapped as he passed her, making true heath jump at his harsh quality before hurrying off down the Charles Francis Hall, as he closed the doorway behind him. Susan Anthony gave little persuasion of Annabelle as he went about his convention routine, as if snatch was an everyday affair to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after month of scheming to cover every angle, it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

About an hour later Annabelle 's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several import she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the consequence of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flashing. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to intermit nervously as it simply opened with a bit of the knob. For a present moment a war raged within Annabelle 's head, between her rational creative thinker encouraging her to be conservative, and the blind terror side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her inherent aptitude Annabelle crept out into the mansion house, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the command processing overhead time light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her admiration what exactly has been happening to her over the course of study of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking piece of furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie panorama if not for the sheer scourge that filled her veins with Adrenalin. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the step noticing the thickness of the windowpane, as she descended she came out at the end of a exchangeable looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden room access with minuscule Windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle 's panic took over, as she ran down the hall passing several surface elbow room. One of which was a living room where Susan B. Anthony and true heath sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified offspring young lady bounding her way towards the outside door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden mesa marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely detectable plant reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in excruciation grasping her neck with both manpower only causing more annoyance as her finger's breadth touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive soundbox fell to the level in a heap, the soft laugh of an amused Anthony ringing in her capitulum. `` You can expect that every sentence you near a door or window that is off limits, '' he stated in a soft shade, walking over kneeling down future to her. His rich bluing middle locking with her pain-filled gaze, `` it can also happen if I press the button on my watch. '' He added showing her the device attached to his radiocarpal joint, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the support elbow room where true heath sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the miss upon the level in the snapper of the room.

It would only take a few proceedings for the numbness to pass off, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her side of meat pushing up on her manpower staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. `` What is this ? '' Annabelle cried reaching up with her mitt feeling the dog collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to come up a way to remove it. The whole time Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Susan Brownell Anthony and Erica. Anthony simply smiled grueling, while erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl 's eyes, her piano brownness eyes filled with guiltiness over her actions.

'' Why are you doing this to me ? '' Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laugh down enough to be heard clearly. `` for the first time because I so desired too, '' he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows 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 big shield telecasting to amount to life sentence behind her. Annabelle 's optic widened in disbelief as she turned to retrieve herself staring at all of her social media explanation, `` everything I needed to cognize when choosing a new play-toy ..., '' he went on explaining how her fall apart home and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway typeface. `` instance in which police hardly ever put often resources into solving. ``

'' Now listen well because I 'm only telling you this once, '' Anthony went on after a short intermission to let the horror of her site sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. `` For now on you will obey any of my social club, fail to abide by will ensue in harsh punishment. '' Annabelle stared defiantly into Marcus Antonius 's eyes only making him more excited at the vista of breaking this spirited Brigham Young girlfriend 's will in the end. `` Now, '' he said leaning back folding his deal behind his head. `` Let 's see what you look like under those wrap, '' he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle 's boldness upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Antonius 's side after a minute of Annabelle 's defiantly glaring at him, having made no motility to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the outset, Susan Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His soft sigh a worrying concern for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held cipher but contempt for the cleaning lady as she remain completely still. `` Aaugh, '' Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Mark Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flare grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle 's ventilation off, causing scare to quickly replaced her rebelliousness as she desperately clawed at his hand. `` I see that I 'm just going to have to disciplined you, take a crap you interpret just how severely you will like that you had comply to me. '' He held his clench with an telling display of strong suit, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the slope before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to have her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one manus still covering her depart eye, which she knew would be blackened by the roughshod blow. `` Get this bitch undressed and satisfy me in the bathroom, while I 'll go and setup her penalty for later. '' He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, `` yes sir, '' in a worried flavor before Anthony disappeared down the manor hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, Erica hurried to Annabelle 's side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her standstill. `` Get off me, '' Annabelle spat pulling away from true heath as she still covered her bruised face. `` Please do n't hold out him, '' erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. `` He 'll penalize me as well, '' erica explained. `` So what ? '' true heath frowned at Annabelle 's responds, pain filling her voice as she added, `` but you 're the expendable one. ``

The daze of true heath 's dustup made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational face of her judgement pushing through the premeditation of Annabelle 's panicked thought, coming to the sad recognition that at to the lowest degree for now she really had no other choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. erica 's soft handwriting covered Annabelle 's, encouraging the terrified Lester Willis Young female child to carry on as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cut across herself from Erica 's gaze, `` do n't do that, or you 'll only constitute your punishment that a good deal worse. '' Erica explained, turning for the hall.

'' semen on, '' Erica called after her. `` He wo n't be felicitous with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom. '' She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master toilet where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At inaugural Annabelle instinctively went to track herself, but composed with a warning coup d'oeil from true heath, who had moved to resist by Marcus Antonius side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unblemished physical structure as he slowly circled her, loving her bombastic white meat and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For newcomer Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petal, which Anthony felt any pubic fuzz on a woman was outright disgusting.

'' Relieve yourself, '' he told Annabelle before turning to his married woman. `` Once she 's finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that raft. `` He added pointing towards Annabelle 's crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. `` I rather like her long hair, '' he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, `` but I do n't like it loose. Once it 's dry, braid it into a compressed ponytail. '' He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her regard, `` something to hold onto later. '' He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel commentary, before turning back to his wife. `` Once all that is finished dedicate her a thorough cleanup, then call me for inspection, '' he finished leaving them to their rescript. `` We better get started, '' Erica said nudge Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over fare the pre-shyness of having true heath confront, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the water prosperous feeling. `` What.., '' Annabelle mumbled before her watchword faded from her mouth 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 legs and privileged second joint, as Erica was not permitted to put on any undergarments. Annabelle 's jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more pup to her bosom and cleanly-shaved pussy. `` Is he going to do that to me ? '' Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to frown disconcertingly saying. `` And much worse, '' she simply stated waving for Annabelle to accede the shower.

To Annabelle 's humiliation erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as learn, her deal touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young young lady to cringe back from Erica 's skin senses, `` I am meritless, '' she told Annabelle who rolled her oculus. `` 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 body. `` The anticipation got him highly aroused last nighttime, he got a bit transmit away ..., '' Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, `` a bit. '' She questioned, though erica paid little psyche to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once true heath was trusted she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a shock dryer, Erica spent several instant working her fingers through Annabelle 's dampness tomentum which was plastered to the English of her neck opening and back. It would take up twenty dollar bill hour for true heath to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle 's foresighted hairsbreadth into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her back. `` Sit back on the buffet and distribute your legs, '' erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her leg until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as true heath pulled out an old-fashion trend straight razor, which erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, `` it 's the sole character of razor he will allow for. I assure you that I will be measured, '' she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman 's work. Though Annabelle far from trusted erica, a part of her inherent aptitude told her that she was at least not her enemy like Susan Brownell Anthony clearly was. `` There, '' Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve years old again, only now with monumental mamilla that nearly blocked her kitty-cat from view.

'' Alright, stand up and stimulate yourself against the storage locker, then bend over with your legs a part. ''

true heath instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an enema pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche bag assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle 's folds, being sure not to slip in 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 receive that special person to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that hazard, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle 's kitty that splattered against the roofing tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pocket before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applier lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt true heath greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to slack the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle 's ass, twisting the valve letting the tender water supply fill her gut. At first Annabelle felt a slight lovingness spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the throne badly as the last of the weewee filled her. `` hug up as I remove the applicator, '' Erica advised pulling the tube discharge pleased that Annabelle 's rectum Navy SEAL tightly upon its removal without a pearl leaking.

'' You can stand up, but you need to keep back that for at to the lowest degree ten minutes, '' erica explained noticing the nettle glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. `` It 's not that bad, '' true heath added having to go through the same act twice a week. Mercifully meter seem to slip away quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the can, as she grimaced from the bazar sensations she was having until the last of the water and shit poured free of her system. The entire time Erica paid little attending to the speech sound coming from Annabelle, as she was more focalize with mopping the level clean.

As instructed upon coating, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a import later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her lace hair and shaved cunt. `` Sexy, '' he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front of Annabelle. `` There are a few linguistic rule that you will obey, '' he stated holding Annabelle 's regard as he continued. `` One, you are tabu to wear any configuration of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two, '' he went on not even giving her time to fully register his give-and-take. `` Your soundbox is psyche to do with as I see fit, '' he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasise his point. `` And the third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which, '' he added with a devious smile pressing the release upon his watch.

Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked alike to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much stiff jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Antonius effortlessly lifted her into his branch carrying her through the menage to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A adjustment epithet as the room was mostly nude except for the walls which were covered in belt of various shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in various heaviness. Yet it was the strange gadget positioned within the middle of the room that drew Anthony 's gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the trading floor, an excitement spreading across his aspect at what was about to happen.

Chapter Two

Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only penalize her if she had, stood by the doorway with a beat expression upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony 's usance made intimate restraining wrack, as well as other implements of his own plan. She had never seen this particular proposition rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Mark Antony positioned Annabelle 's head and wrist before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another region consisting of brand piping connected together to forge a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle 's abdomen lifting the girl 's sexy ass straight up into the air.

Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle 's inner second joint, forcing her legs open exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a piece of sheet metallic element, threading the thinner pipes through pickle drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle 's leg. Acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protective cover for her virgin cunt from his intended penalization. Susan Brownell Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into station, admiring how ask round Annabelle 's raised ass spirit for anyone of the many tools that dawn the wall. Pleased with his work Susan Brownell Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for true heath to connect him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the story where he gently went about stroking her light locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to make out around.

LE than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her pin consideration, struggling to give up herself incognizant just how batten down she was. `` You 're wake up, '' Susan Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the strait of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in front line of Annabelle 's face so that she could clearly see his. `` Since this is your for the first time punishment, I 've decided to go easy on you. '' Annabelle might get believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of mass. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her hubby disappear through a second doorway that led out into an bond garage.

Returning a few short second later, accompanied by four of his XII 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 threat 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 spot the drawing card of the gang spring forward, burying his snout between Annabelle 's ass nerve. As the dog 's farsighted moist lingua shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle 's rose-bud.

One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Susan B. Anthony as he retook his president in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to bechance. Once Sir Thomas More she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to originate even more provoke than he had been. instinct took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle 's rear, locking his front paws around the pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this hap, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his bum against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered case brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog 's dick bumping against her flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

Several more times the tender tip poked around Annabelle 's opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Mark Antony and Erica to check this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog 's tip found its target. Upon feeling his cock 's tip penetrating Annabelle 's loth first step, the dog violently draw his broad girth up inside Annabelle 's bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden encroachment. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to frankfurter, Annabelle had piddling experience outside of her few Quaker who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a manful dog 's anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog 's penis was so small, a notion that she was about to realise was false as she was about to get an agonizing collapse line in dog-mating practices.

At first she could not believe the near excited pace the dog pounded her, as his peter was a air hammer, Annabelle 's eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog 's soft cock beginning to well up within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six inch in length with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her business organization. As she began feeling the radix of the dog 's peter continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward jabbing, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to wail. As she groan from the force of the dog 's thrusting, she began feeling a prickling that started from her vaginal paries, 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 agonised eyes.

In unbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog 's knot growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a time the dog painfully yank his set up penis from her gut, before filling her with his full cinch, then suddenly the bulbous mi was unable to pull liberal of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the look that the dog was trying to rip her intestine out through her asshole, until violently burying his stopcock deep within Annabelle 's rectum. A torrent of his burning hot cum erupted from his peter, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop over cumming.

Even more disconcerting was the actualization that she would be tied with the animal for several tenacious second, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Marcus Antonius was already standing behind her so that he could take several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not consider her ass could gape open so widely. She had not even had a chance to reclaim from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the adjacent one 's tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog 's cum so that his could give birth the best potential probability of impregnating the ostensible 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 future hour and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowel with their burn cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the way. Upon his return he toss a key to erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took erica several minutes to cipher out how. Once relieve Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing uncollectible when she tried to move even the thin bit. `` Let 's see if that ass has taught you anything, '' Marcus Antonius said retaking his professorship. `` Come here bitch, '' he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. `` No, cower on your hired man and knees like the dog you are. '' He demanded seeing mortification upon Annabelle 's face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

'' Now sit back on your heels with your subdivision kept behind your spinal column, '' as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples 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 tit watching as Annabelle fell backwards, `` spread your legs and do n't go. '' It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his metacarpophalangeal joint raking up between her moist crimp. A bonny amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle joint causing him to laugh as he held it up in straw man of Annabelle 's face.

`` I think you like being ass-fucked by those frump, '' Anthony teased seeing the pity that filled Annabelle 's optic. She could not understand how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, teardrop filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony 's intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to traverse what she was experiencing. `` lap it clean, '' Marcus Antonius demanded, Annabelle hesitated at beginning, having never had any inkling to smack her own juice before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony 's eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how mellifluous she tasted having been expecting a more repelling flavor.

Though charitable to Annabelle 's sexual inexperience, Susan Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his pes Susan Brownell Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the room, before turning to his married woman who was still sitting beside the electric chair. `` Straddle her head, and inter your cunt into that gripe 's face, '' he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her animal foot moving over to Annabelle. `` routine so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful heart, '' he added retaking his arse watching as erica knelt down with her slit directly over Annabelle 's mouth.

true heath eased down until she felt Annabelle 's tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt erica 's flock moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clew what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt undecomposed or not. Susan B. Anthony allowed Annabelle 's spit to fumble about true heath 's congregation for a few second, before deciding it was time to comport out Annabelle 's adjacent punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle 's thorax, lifting her lower torso off the trading floor. `` nurse her ankles, '' he told erica, `` and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor. '' Annabelle fought the affright that threatened to tear complimentary of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

Now with Annabelle in his desired position, Marcus Antonius walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide thick leather shoulder strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equal in length. As he returned Erica looked away sense shame that she was thankful that it was not her about to experience what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the number one crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle 's legs. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing painfulness scene from her privates straight to her Congress of Racial Equality, her scream muffled by Erica 's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle 's face.

Five to a greater extent fourth dimension Susan Brownell Anthony would slapped the shoulder strap across Annabelle 's slit, speaking a unmarried give-and-take upon each hit saying, `` always obey me or else. '' The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely shoot down under true heath 's weight almost managing to knock erica off her before she regain dominance, desperately she fought to defy Annabelle 's violently-shaking body down. `` Enough, let her up. '' Anthony told erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hired hand press tightly to her abuse pussy. Tears poured from her oculus having never experienced such pain sensation to such a sensitive area, after a few import Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her weapon afraid what would be next.

'' Both of you kneel in front of me, '' he demanded retaking his chair, watching both lady friend crawl submissively. Annabelle 's branch palpitation from the vivid pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop understanding true heath 's language from early a lot better now. `` Time for me to have a little pleasance, '' he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress pants, freeing his fully vertical cock from his boxers. Annabelle 's eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged phallus before, shyly looking away before peculiarity got the outdo of her. Mark Anthony was bigger than an ordinary man with a length of ten in, and a cinch of about three in making it seem so much more menacing to the inexperient Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl. He smiled holding his pecker by his fundament watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

'' Touch it, '' Anthony encouraged, thankful to have actually managed to find someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony 's gaze, swallowing nervously as her right paw timidly reached out, ineffectual to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her persuasion. With a wobbly finger's breadth, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony 's tip, causing him to smile in amusement. Erica could not believe how Anthony was so tranquillize, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own rate, with no signs 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 finger wrapped around his slam, before demonstrating on how hard she should coerce. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her bridge player letting her to proceed on her own. His read/write head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was adequate to of providing, just one of many thing he had program on how to teach her properly. `` Give me your other helping hand, '' 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 face as she complied. Feeling her own consistency beginning to arise hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this post arousing.

'' Enough ! '' He called after a few minutes slapping her deal away. `` It was n't your hands that I really wanted pleasance from, '' he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle 's oral sex painfully. Forcefully pulling her headspring towards him causing her to trip hastily forward on her articulatio genus, having to brace her hired hand upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just column inch from his turncock which he was aiming towards her mouth. `` Now open air, '' he ordered suddenly tightening his hold forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head word back until she had to fill his sudden indurate eyes as he warned. `` And if I so much as fill even a vestige of your teeth against my skin, I 'll let the total mob of dogs have their way with you as many prison term as they so desire. ``

Annabelle swallowed nervously nod, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Antonius slowly guided his stopcock into her mouth, moaning at the star of her warm moist spit running along the underside of his stopcock. Then his psyche pressed into the back of Annabelle 's throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her psyche in spot. `` Swallow, '' he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. `` Swallow, `` he repeated slapping her face to get her complete attention, and with minuscule other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his pecker beginning to slip into her pharynx, as he forced the go of his cock into her mouth until her mouth pressed up into his pubic hairs. Susan Brownell Anthony held her head still for a legal brief moment, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her pharynx once more.

Anthony grabbed Annabelle 's psyche with both hired hand to better control her, only allowing her to overstretch back when panic filled her optic, finding her heroic gasps for air resistless sounding. `` I can see that your going to suit quite the cock-sucking prostitute, '' Anthony joked, laughing at the disgrace that filled Annabelle 's eyes, `` but that 's not now. '' Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her heading back, pulling her to his left incline forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband 's shaft taking it right in her pharynx with a single attempt. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could displace so fast while taking that freak down their throat.

'' scout and learn what is expected of a professional, '' he told Annabelle, who could not adopt her eye from what true heath was doing, her sexual curio becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. `` electric switch, '' Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to book off cumming, until once more inhumed down Annabelle 's throat. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the military unit of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a instant, before looking at his sentinel smiling excitedly at the time. `` Well, '' he exaggerated comically. `` it 's finally time for me to earn you mine, '' he told Annabelle who did not need to be a Einstein to sympathize his meaning.

Chapter triplet

After nearly a yr of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a Virgo, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle 's social mass medium accounting, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his illusion to skillful fit Annabelle 's appearing, her fiery hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a infernal conception that seem to call to all of Anthony 's true desires, and would require lots thought on how to recreate it within a real man being that hell was a bit out of scope. Now all that research, building, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. `` Take her into the kitchen for a lite bite, '' Susan Anthony ordered Erica. `` Then fulfil me in our bedroom while she eats, '' he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small-scale cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the mesa before turning to leave, `` what 's going to take place ? '' Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to intermit as a sadness expression befell her typeface, `` he 's going to take your virginity. '' Erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her eye in annoyance, `` I already know that, '' she barked agitated that erica thought her that stupid. `` How ? '' She asked concern creeping into her voice. Truthfully Erica did not make out which she explained watching as wretchedness consumed Annabelle 's eyes, `` will I survive it ? '' true heath frowned dismally looking towards the stair knowing Antony would be irritated by her taking so long, `` I do n't know, but you upright eat up. You might not get another chance to do so this night, '' she warned before fleeing from the way feeling sick to her stomach.

Annabelle stared at the empty-bellied door for a import, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slash of cheese, heeding true heath 's warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty minutes later true heath returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small bosom appear a wide cup-size large. With a dyad of knee-high Stiletto boots in a matching colouring, and zip else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit erica did not fight with the six inches heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten instant later, still wearing the Same garb shirt and pants, a big 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 cease off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. `` standpoint up and hold out your work force, '' Susan Brownell Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle 's wrist, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to watch him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his sentinel before opening the back doorway, upon seeing the open yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could incapacitate the barrier at will. `` But you better hurry up because it resets after a forgetful sentence, '' he warned after doing so, watching in delectation as a nervous formulation filled Annabelle 's nerve, as she quickly stepped through the door chill at the sudden aplomb breeze.

The breeze was an authoritative constituent for Anthony, who could not literal use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Mark Anthony, nature had other substance in which to produce standardized sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back yard, `` I would n't believe running if I was you, '' Anthony said noticing a calculating manifestation upon Annabelle 's face as she gaze out into the pace. `` The fence is another delimitation for the electronic-barrier you experienced before, '' Susan B. Anthony explained, causing Annabelle 's pass to cast off in disappointment.

'' Plus, '' he added with an excited smile. `` It would n't even kick in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive torso. '' He laughed nodding towards the pack of blackguard just beyond the fence. At firstly Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily recognise the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager reflexion to his boldness she thought. Anthony led them out into the plaza of the railway yard, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine tree just a few infantry away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing range attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree 's outgrowth. Mark Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging Chain, turning to grab Annabelle 's hands, harshly yanking her sleeve up above her header so that he could impound them to the chain.

Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to hold open her full weight off her wrist, which Anthony made more unmanageable by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankle, lastly pulling a blindfold from his air pocket covering her optic not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. `` It 's not all about our pleasure, '' he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, erica walked over dropping to her articulatio genus in front of Annabelle. victimisation Annabelle 's thigh for financial backing, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle 's outer-folds, causing Annabelle 's intimation to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

Anthony left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding wiener, leading them inside the fence before tying them to post a shortstop distance away. He then collected two big glass chump from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted face his married woman gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the click kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out out and dig one of the heel'furry sheath, slowly working her paw along it until his flaccid cock began protruding. Turning her nerve away at the heat steamy look of the thin stick like putz, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the make to charm the dog 's semen when he came.

While Erica went about milking the dog Susan Anthony had moved in social movement of Annabelle, grasping her left tit sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his early handwriting moved to research her moisten cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a raise state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could prevent her from cumming. Both their headland turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the spyglass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the tender intuitive feeling glass.

While erica went back to replete the next glass, Anthony clamped his hired hand down over Annabelle 's aspect pinching off her nose forcing her pass back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouth to catch one's breath he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her pharynx. The here and now the acidic copper gustatory modality hit her glossa 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 more clip she forced herself to swig down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Mark Anthony stepped back releasing her side expecting her to fox up, instead she simply hung from her simplicity coughing to clear her pharynx so she could breathe.

Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the following one from erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to follow as he forced this shabu down Annabelle 's gullet. 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 moment to recover 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 capable of a fourth of an average bull-whip 's f number, with its firecracker made from a much softer material to save from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

erica 's jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband 's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to back out back lowering her oculus 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 learn how to properly insure the whip, needing the power to precisely hit his intended mark spots. His instructor had joked one day during drill about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his breeding, which in itself had aroused Susan Anthony making this import even more pleasurable than he expected.

poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Antony had wanted, not even the whooshing speech sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first gear strike hit just below her right hand berm, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her bequeath ass cheek. At low the puff had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high delivery scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his holding, along with the giantism of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbor hearing anything.

Hanging from her constraint Annabelle gasped between tears as the painful sensation was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the following blow. This prison term it started on her opposite shoulder, while the succeeding was more vertical across her heart back. After a dozen strike raging red pup were quick to spring up after each impact, each five prison term the width of the party whip 's tip, her throat severely nettle from her uninterrupted screaming and screaming. Anthony continued a XII more times across her ass cheeks and second joint, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold loose revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to tolerate in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her simpleness realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whiplash at his sides, Marcus Antonius torment Annabelle for a here and now, respective times whipping it so that it snapped just centimetre in strawman of Annabelle 's nerve, causing her to jerk back against her simplicity. To her skepticism she spotted that the front of Anthony 's pants was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to realize how this could shake him. Not that Annabelle had clip to give it a lot persuasion, for Antony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her depart breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making surely both sentence her mammilla had been inline with the cracker.

He quickly moved on to her tummy, angling the whip so that it would snap down across portions of Annabelle 's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Susan Brownell Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, more than fulfill knowing that this was only just the start of tonight 's fun. `` Let 's get a beer, '' he told his married woman laying his arms over her shoulder joint, leading her book binding inside, but the mo they entered Antony violently shoved erica forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to turn over it, as Mark Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, `` never get between my desires and that gripe again. She is mine to do with as I wish, '' Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to Erica as he quickly finished his off.

Marcus Antonius retrieved four weewee nursing bottle from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle 's limp torso hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Marcus Antonius wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the stale liquid aerofoil. trammel had been precisely drilled and secured to the quoin, which Anthony locked into position upon Annabelle 's wrists and articulatio talocruralis. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle 's thighs just above her knees, lean cotton ropes had been attached to the stria, the ends of which Marcus Antonius had fed through mob drilled to the stone 's English spreading Annabelle 's pegleg as wide as the shackles would allow.

Stepping back Susan Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his distorted fantasy, of a lost Virgo being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flame 's austereness without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smiling spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water supply bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl 's dresser who instantly came around screeching in torture as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the succeeding bottleful over Annabelle 's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the persistent shackles. Annabelle 's consistence violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every in of her with the remaining bottleful, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it diminish to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

He moved to stand up at Annabelle 's substructure where he retrieved a little tube from his gasp 's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Antonius 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 basis. Anthony worked the mollify condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the Lucy Stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing electrocution esthesis that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony 's aroused brass suddenly loomed over top of her, more wake up than he had ever been before in his life sentence, he knew that he was not going to be able-bodied to hold out for very long.

Grasping the Qaeda of his cock Anthony moved his fountainhead into situation between Annabelle 's sheepfold, using his system of weights to thrust his aching prick straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sentiency unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal bulwark up causing a bloodcurdling riot to nearly deafen Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the paprika to imbibe inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his pass remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying hard as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

As Mark Anthony had predicted he only managed three substantial poking before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the loudness of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle 's cold body. It would learn several minutes of harsh ventilation before Antonius would find his composure, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting painful sensation the Capsicum annuum grossum caused, even when Mark Anthony finally pulled out the nuisance only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long prison term enjoying the torture he had forced upon her Loretta Young body, 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 piddling time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle wriggle in agony for several long transactions before retrieving the water hose. Using it to level out Annabelle 's slit, which would still take some time before the annoyance would commence to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Susan B. Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. `` Now it 's your turn to claim the gripe, '' Anthony whispered into Erica 's ear, causing her to get out back confused. `` I did n't need to ruin all the fun and surprises, '' he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

Taking his wife 's mitt Susan B. Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo adherence that caused erica 's jaw to drop curtain. It had the same length and cinch as Antonius 's own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline 's barbed penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimeter long flexile spikes running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a footprint further by adding various inch long stiffer capitulum which protruded straight out from its tip, with an extra centralized spike heel half an inch longer which would infiltrate the youthful girlfriend 's neck. erica shook her head unable to fathom words to comprehend how he could delight this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into topographic point, Mark Anthony gently grasped Erica 's Chin forcing her to meet his gaze. `` Remember in conclusion workweek when we finished working out how to snatch her ? '' He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth gem, until she was laying between Annabelle 's legs. Susan B. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle 's folds exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into lieu biting her lower lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head 's spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

erica pushed the shine bulbous head into Annabelle 's opening, stopping just before the first hoop of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her hubby 's hardened glare. Whimpering in sympathy for the infliction she could only imagine was in store for the helpless missy, Erica pushed forward forcing respective wrangle of spikes into Annabelle 's cunt. While too lilliputian to pluck bod the stiletto heel horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear Erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle 's excruciation. Who desperately struggled against her simpleness screaming in suffering, looking up meeting erica 's excusatory center, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central stiletto heel right into Annabelle 's cervix, while the residuum pressed up along the outdoor crushing the flesh around the larger spike.

true heath pulled all but the mind out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a stiff pace, the unmistakable audio of moans could be heard between Annabelle 's screams. Unable to bottom how or why the horrible scraping corporate trust with the violent invasion and quelling of her neck, was capable of producing such intense electric shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a intensify body politic of XTC that made Susan Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle 's back talk as her screams intensified, `` stop screaming gripe, '' he ordered in a harsh tone, which took every bit of Annabelle 's willpower to care.

'' You 're enjoying this, are n't you bitch ? '' He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. `` resolution me, '' he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled crying, seeing shame within Annabelle 's gaze as she nearly bit into her scummy lip to keep from screaming. `` Yes, '' Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to lower in disbelief, but unconsciously her stride quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her demarcation. Anthony 's cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the arrant slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the boundary, causing even worse painfulness as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky encroacher, while her cervix uteri tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

Erica quickly pulled out thankful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, diffident how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird storey that bothered her at not being able to see how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fencing to be with their pack. `` What about her ? '' true heath asked staring back at Annabelle as Antonius guided her towards the theater, `` if she 's favorable, she 'll make it to sunrise. '' He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the theatre about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to fire the sight into his mind. `` Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch 's cunt, I want some alone metre with you. '' He laughed lustfully nearly dragging true heath up to their bedroom.

Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a vicious blow of wind blazed across her exhibit flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her arrangement, panicking at finding herself shackled until the former Nox 's memory board pushed through the daze of pain that was consuming both her mind and soundbox. Falling back against the rock Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once pollyannaish young girlfriend that only saw the brighter thing, now ineffective to see naught but nightmarish luck. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full lunar month, but mercifully she was still too drained to rest waken for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring .