Annabel and Mr. Nash
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PART THREE – ANNABEL’S DESCENT
Chapter Twenty Seven
“Annabel, the sausage rolls are ready,” said Mrs. Craddock.
With a weary sigh, Annabel stopped what she was doing, picked up a dishcloth, and crouched down in front of the oven. It was a maneuver that she found both awkward and embarrassing,
due to the bizarre and kinky costume that Nash had assigned her for the morning.
She wobbled on her absurdly tall pumps as her round ass cheeks settled just above her heels. In the reflection of the glass door, Annabel could see the old woman scrutinizing her
bare back, and was grateful that Nash had at least allowed her to cover her front with a blue apron. Other than that, her only other attire was a pair of black satin panties and a white cotton cap,
under which she had been instructed to tie up her auburn hair. So far this week, Mrs. Craddock hadn’t displayed any lesbian tendencies, but the way she constantly examined her new charge was somewhat
disconcerting, to say the least.
Nash had hired the stern, gray-haired woman to teach Annabel how to cook and clean, as well as give her lessons in etiquette and deportment. At first, Annabel had welcomed the idea,
thinking that for at least four mornings a week, she would be spared Nash’s lewd and intimate attentions.
But Mrs. Craddock had turned out to be a hard and relentless taskmaster, and any illusions that Annabel had harbored of receiving some feminine sympathy were quickly dispelled. This
was their third morning together, and it had been no less physically or mentally tiring than the first two. After spending three hours on her feet in the living room, practicing how to bow, curtsy,
kneel, and speak to her master in the correct manner, Annabel had passed the remainder of the morning learning how to make sandwiches, dips, salads and snacks under Mrs. Craddock’s watchful
Placing the tray on the counter, Annabel felt the stern old bitch’s hot breath on her neck and she automatically
Why does she have to stand so
“Not bad,” the old woman said. “I think we might just about have you ready in time to receive Mr. Nash’s guests tonight. Now, go upstairs and change into your
Darius settled into a garden chair with his Canon Sure Shot at the ready, and watched as Mrs. Craddock put Annabel through her paces. It was a crisp, clear afternoon, just cool
enough for Annabel’s nipples to poke proudly against the green latex leotard that she was squeezed into. Right now, Mrs. Craddock had Annabel holding a rather comical and uncomfortable-looking pose –
her left arm held out straight to the side, her right arm aiming at the sky, and her legs bent slightly at the knees with her feet pointing outwards. The posture had the effect of accentuating the
bulge of her mons, and certainly merited a couple of pictures.
Annabel had been motionless like this for over a minute, and already her slender arms were beginning to tremble. However, Mrs. Craddock appeared to have no intention of giving the
hapless girl any relief just yet.
“Now we are going to work on facial muscle control,” she said from the comfort of the other garden chair. “I want you to open your mouth and poke out your tongue as far as it will
Darius watched gleefully as Annabel’s eyes briefly flickered in his direction and her cheeks glowed a deeper shade of pink. As her pretty features contorted into the absurd
expression, Darius could have clapped with delight.
Oh, Mrs. Craddock, you are
There could have been no useful purpose in having Annabel display herself like this – the sole intention being simply to humiliate
Darius was very pleased that he had invested some of Sissy’s payment money in procuring the sadistic old housekeeper’s services. She had been recommended by an acquaintance who
shared Darius’ warped sexual tendencies, and her presence acted as a buffer between himself and Annabel, helping to consolidate their master-slave relationship. To further enhance the illusion, the
old bag never once dropped her officious demeanor, even though it was quite evident that she got her sexual kicks from directing Annabel’s escalating
As Annabel struggled to maintain the excruciating pose, Darius realized that he was watching a master of cruelty at work, and from whom, over the coming months, he hoped to learn so
The aching in her jaws, arms, and back, were becoming intolerable, but Annabel knew from her previous exercise session that if she moved without Mrs. Craddock’s permission, a
painful and humiliating ass-whipping would ensue. She had only been laid across the old woman’s lap once before, but the red stripes that Mrs. Craddock’s crop had left on Annabel’s buttocks were
still visible. On that occasion, Nash had not been present, but now, the possibility of having her bottom flayed in front of the dirty lecher seemed
While her tormentors waited for her to slip-up, Annabel avoided their eyes and tried to concentrate. Her mind had been such a ragged mess over the past few days that she wasn’t
thinking coherently any more. Between Mrs. Craddock and Nash himself, she had been kept constantly on her toes – often literally – and her only time alone had been spent in an exhausted sleep whilst
handcuffed to her bed. The only positive was that Nash had not touched her since she had so shamefully offered herself to him – although his apparent indifference both baffled and worried her. Even
she wasn’t naïve enough to believe that that would be their last physical liaison.
“Very good, Annabel,” Mrs. Craddock said grudgingly. “You may close your mouth and stand up straight.”
Grateful for the relief, Annabel did as she was told, but then Mrs. Craddock added,
“Now we’ll have twenty minutes running on the spot. Hands behind your head, and knees up high!”
Annabel jogged in place and tried to remind herself why she was still here. She hadn’t lost sight of her goal, but there were other factors now – the punishment chair and the
terrifying rubber hood, Mrs. Craddock’s painful crop, and of course Nash’s ever-growing collection of pictures.
With her breasts bouncing wildly, and her bare feet pounding on the grass, Annabel stared at the back door of the house, and out of the corner of her eye, saw Nash raise his camera
Chapter Twenty Eight
Showered and shaved, dressed in a pressed white shirt, gray slacks, and highly-buffed loafers, Darius settled into an armchair and waited for his delightful maid to bring him his
drink. He was quite honestly astonished at how readily Annabel had buckled down over the past few days. He had deliberately reduced their personal contact, preferring to take on the role of
occasional observer – and photographer – while Mrs. Craddock molded Annabel into his subservient plaything, and he had to admit that the results so far appeared to be beyond
In their few exchanges, Annabel had been courteous and obedient, kept her lovely eyes lowered, and had followed his orders promptly and without complaint. Ever the connoisseur of
delayed gratification, Darius had refrained from instructing her to do anything of a sexual nature –but that would all change this evening, and he was interested to see how she would react. Having
come this far, she would undoubtedly do her utmost not to allow her efforts go to waste, but by bringing three other equally-depraved players into the game, Annabel would once again soon be breaking
While he was dwelling upon the delicious possibilities ahead, the beautiful young girl timidly entered the living room with a tumbler of bourbon on a silver tray. She was back in
her skimpy maid’s outfit, complete with cap, garter belts, fishnet stockings, and five-inch pumps, the only addition this time being a matching black lace bra and panty set, which was plainly visible
under the see-through uniform. Mrs. Craddock evidently knew a thing or two about make-up too, because Annabel was wearing just enough scarlet lipstick, black mascara, and green eye shadow to look
slightly tarty without obscuring her innate beauty.
Averting her eyes, Annabel placed Darius’ drink on the coffee table whilst remembering to keep her legs straight, and her rump thrust out. Admiring the smooth curves of her thighs,
Darius was just contemplating giving her ass a squeeze when the doorbell rang.
“Ah,” he said. “That will be the first of my guests. Be a good girl and see them in.”
Even though Mrs. Craddock had explained in chilling detail the dire consequences Annabel would face should she fail to perform her duties exactly as instructed tonight, she was
still swamped by a sudden attack of stage fright as she approached the front door. Thus far, Nash’s vulgar sport had been conducted in relative privacy, with only two witnesses to her steady fall
from grace, but tonight there would be three other strangers in the house, and although the new list taped to the refrigerator merely outlined her responsibilities as a hostess, there was a lurking
dread in the back of her mind that she was going to be the object of a more debauched form of entertainment.
After taking a series of deep breaths, she opened the door with trembling fingers. Two men of about Nash’s age stood on the doorstep and eyed her
“Good evening, sirs,” she said, following Mrs. Craddock’s script. “My name is Annabel. Welcome to Mr. Nash’s
Then, trying not to blush, she dipped into a dainty curtsey whilst holding out the edges of her flimsy miniskirt. The first man entered the room as Annabel straightened up, and then
holding her breath, kissed him on the cheek. She had to reach up to perform this demeaning greeting because he was a tall man, with a square, stubbly chin, and striking gray eyes that were currently
fixed upon her well-supported cleavage.
“Very nice to meet you honey,” he said, giving her cheek a playful squeeze. “I’m Eddie Yeats. I have to say, Darius is a lucky man to have such a sweet-looking
As Yeats went into the living room, Annabel turned towards the second guest, a squat, balding old guy, with a bulbous red nose. Resisting the urge to retch, she went to press her
lips against his cheek, but at the last moment the dirty old pig turned his face towards her so that their lips connected, causing her to pull away in shocked
“Hello, Annabel,” he grinned, displaying a row of yellow uneven teeth. “Tom Craddock. I believe you know my
Alastair Barclay decided to park his car a block away from Nash’s house and walk the rest of the way. Oddly, despite his eagerness to discover how much Annabel had been altered
during the past week, he was also a little nervous. Nash had promised him on the phone that he would soon be living out his lifelong sexual fantasy, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to believe
that it was really going to happen.
Over the years, Alastair had watched Annabel grow up and develop into a most desirable young woman – and the inspiration for most of his dirty dreams – but he had never even
remotely considered that she would become anything other than that. As he walked, Alastair reminisced over some of the disgusting acts that he had visualized Annabel performing during his frequent
masturbation sessions – was it really possible that he was about to see them happening in the flesh?
He climbed up the steps of the modest brownstone and shaking with anticipation, pressed the doorbell. When the door swung open a moment later, the heavenly apparition standing
before him, almost took his breath away – Annabel was dressed in the most provocative maid’s outfit he had ever seen! The black, low-cut, semi-transparent top was trimmed with white lace and stopped
just below her thrust-up breasts, leaving her flat midriff bare. The tiny skirt and apron barely reached the tops of her thighs which were adorned with white garters, and her long legs were wrapped
in black fishnet stockings, their shape accentuated by a pair of high-heeled pumps. Her make-up was heavier than she usually wore, enough to make her look cheap but not comical, and the stunning
image was crowned by a cute little white cap on her head, under which her glorious red hair had been pinned up into a bun.
My God, just look at
Alastair watched open-mouthed as without preamble, Annabel pulled her miniskirt outwards with her fingertips, and bent her legs into a low
“Good evening, sir, my name is Annabel…” she started, and then her eyes grew wide and her face twisted into a mask of horror. “Barclay!” she shrieked, and in the next instant, she
fled up the stairs.
Chapter Twenty Nine
As soon as she reached the landing at the top of the stairs, Annabel stopped, her breasts heaving. The dreadful repercussions of any transgressions on her part had been deeply
ingrained into her over the past few days, which was why she had managed to dredge up the inner strength to demean herself in front of the other two guests. She hadn’t meant to run, it had been a
spontaneous reaction when she had seen Barclay standing in front of her. This was a man who had been catering to her every whim for as long as she could remember! For her entire life, she had barely
given him a second thought as he had chauffeured her to school, served her food, and obeyed her orders without question. It hadn’t entered her head that he might be one of the guests tonight. Now the
tables would be completely turned. How could this possibly be happening?
I’m going to have to
“Annabel!” Nash bellowed up the stairs. “Get back down here this instant!”
Slowly, she turned around. Her pumps were at the foot of the stairs where she had kicked them off in her panic. Barclay remained in the doorway, a bemused expression on his face.
She needed time to think. There had to be a way to avoid this. But Nash was waiting, and Mrs. Craddock’s ominous words still echoed in her
“Annabel! This is your last chance!” Nash yelled from the living room.
Her mind enveloped in a fog of confusion, Annabel skipped down the stairs in her stockinged feet and put her pumps back on. Then she tottered along the hallway and stood once more
in front of her former servant. Swallowing hard, and unable to meet Barclay’s gaze, Annabel lowered herself before him.
“Good… good evening, Sir,” she croaked, feeling her cheeks on fire. “My name is Annabel. Welcome to Mr. Nash’s
Then she straightened up and, for the first time in her life, kissed Barclay on the cheek.
Darius had no idea if Annabel understood anything about the rules of poker, but as the delectable young girl hovered around making sure that their glasses and plates remained full,
she appeared unaware of the absence of money or chips on the table as they played out the first hand.
Alastair and Craddock folded, but under the previously agreed rules, they couldn’t have cared less – they were all going to be winners tonight. Yeats beat Darius with a straight and
then said, “So let me see if I’ve got this right. Now I get to choose – a shot, an item of clothing, or a forfeit?”
“That’s correct,” Darius said, glancing at Annabel for a reaction, but she either wasn’t listening, or didn’t understand. “But before you do, Annabel has a special little gift for
Now she looked at him nervously as he continued, “Annabel, would you be so kind as to fetch the little tray from the coffee
Darius had left it there earlier among the plates of snacks and bottles of liquor, and although she hadn’t said a word, she must have noticed the blue, diamond-shaped tablets on the
silver tray. Again, he wondered just how naive the pampered young lady had been before her arrival here, but surely she must have known what they
Remembering to keep her legs straight, Annabel bent down and retrieved the tray.
“Now, when I explained to
Annabel that we would be playing strip poker tonight,” Darius smiled, “she came up with a delightful
Annabel looked at him, her face a picture of anxiety and bewilderment. “In order to ensure that the forfeits won’t be
a… flop, so to speak, she is going to feed each of you a Viagra, aren’t you
Darius observed the panic in Annabel’s eyes with delight as he went on. “And you can start with Mr. Eddie.”
Oh, this is too good to be
true! Alastair Barclay thought as he watched Annabel pick up the first tablet with her slender little
fingers. Darius Nash is wicked beyond words! Not only are we all soon going to be sporting
rock-hard erections, but he has managed to create the illusion that Annabel will be responsible for them!
She stood awkwardly before Yeats, her ever-present blush intensifying as she waited for him to take the pill from her. The big fella had no intention of letting her off that easy,
however! With a twinkle in his eye, he simply opened his mouth and offered her his long tongue.
Alastair watched in fascination as the wretched girl warily placed the tablet on his tongue, and then whipped her fingers away quickly, as if he was going to bite
“Offer Mr. Eddie a drink,” Nash prompted.
Almost in slow motion, Annabel picked up Yeats’ glass of scotch and held it to his lips. After he had swallowed, he moved the glass aside and held her gaze, before leaning forward
and kissing her on the lips. Incredibly, Annabel didn’t scream, jerk away, or even close her eyes – it was as if she had been
“Mr. Tom’s turn now,” Nash said, breaking the spell.
Mechanically, Annabel moved around the table to where Craddock was eagerly waiting. As soon as she reached him, he
grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. Now Annabel did react with a yelp, but Craddock held her in place as he opened his mouth and waggled his tongue at her. As he
sucked the Viagra pill from her fingertips, his other hand slid up over her stomach, pushing up against the underside of her bra and jiggling her breasts. After a brief struggle, she managed to worm
her way off his lap and then stood in front of Alastair.
If hand-feeding erectile-dysfunction medication to middle-aged strangers wasn’t bad enough, Alastair could only guess at the inner turmoil Annabel was suffering as she offered him
his pill. For Alastair, it was a highly symbolic moment as he opened his mouth and allowed her to pop the blue tablet inside – they both knew what this meant, and where it was all
As Annabel’s pretty blue eyes brimmed up, Alastair felt a stirring in his loins that couldn’t possibly have been caused so soon by the
Standing numbly to one side, Annabel fought back tears of shame as she tried to process what was happening here. Of course Nash had lied when he had told his friends that she knew
they would be playing strip poker. But what did that mean? Were they all going to get naked in front of her? And what would happen when the Viagra kicked in? An unwelcome image popped into her head
of the four old men with their penises jutting out from under their fat bellies.
“So now that the naughty little maid has given us our medicine,” Yeats caught Annabel’s eye and winked, forcing her to look away. “I get to
“An item of clothing, a shot, or a forfeit,” Nash confirmed jovially.
“Well, that’s a no-brainer,” Yeats said. “Shots and forfeits come later.” He rubbed his chin and looked around the table and Annabel held her breath. She still hadn’t come to terms
with Nash’s nudity earlier in the week, so she most definitely didn’t want to see this!
“Let’s see,” Yeats said. “I choose Annabel’s top.”
There was an awkward silence as all eyes turned towards her. Then Yeats’ words finally sunk in.
“But… I’m not playing!” she pleaded.
“It’s in the rules,” Nash said, leaning back in his seat. “The winner of each hand decides who takes off what. Now hurry up, girl. We haven’t got all
“Please,” Annabel whimpered, as
realization dawned. They’re going to strip me completely naked! The game is all about
“Annabel!” Nash snapped.
“Do not try my patience! I have guests! Now get your top off, and pour me another
His sudden switch to authority figure mode stabbed against something fragile within her, and Annabel thought of the punishment chair and the long, lonely hours spent under the
stifling rubber hood. All of her resistance crumbled and she slowly unbuttoned the scanty top. She could feel their lecherous eyes boring into her as she parted the material and then shrugged it over
her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet.
Now the shape of her generous bust was clearly on display, her cleavage pushed up by the sexy lace bra. Trying not to make her breasts wobble too much, Annabel timidly took Nash’s
proffered glass and made him another drink. Her ears burned bright red as she heard them dealing out the next set of cards.
“Flush!” Craddock declared triumphantly, and then without hesitation said, “Annabel loses her bra!”
well! Darius thought. They’re getting impatient. The Viagra must be doing its work!
He had noticed during the second hand that they were having difficulty concentrating, but for Darius it was important that they kept up the charade. The rules of the game had to be
observed, and the striptease that Annabel was performing, would have to be slow and – for her – painful. The fact was, even though his perverted pals were going to have a deliciously rude evening at
Annabel’s expense, he had devised this scenario purely for his own gratification. She might, in time, get used to being groped and fucked by him, but each time a new person was introduced to her
continuing abasement, she would be forced to endure her humiliation anew.
They all looked up at their unwilling temptress, and she took an involuntary step backwards.
“I can’t!” she breathed, and her hands came up to cover her black bra. She looked at Darius helplessly, but all he did was raise his bushy eyebrows. Fresh tears ran down Annabel’s
cheeks now as she understood that it was pointless to keep stalling. They both knew what was at stake, and having come this far, that she may as well accept everything else that was heading her way.
Sadly for her, it was never going to get any easier.
Her bottom lip trembled as she reached around and unhooked her bra. Darius noticed each member of her audience lean forward slightly as, after a brief delay, she let the cups slip
from her ample boobs and then dropped the bra at her feet. Darius wondered if she was going to cover her nipples with her hands this time, but to his surprise and delight, she kept them at her sides,
giving them all a splendid view of her pointed, pink nubs.
“Oh my Lord, Annabel!” Yeats chuckled. “You could hang your hat on those headlamps!”
Craddock and Nash both laughed, but Alastair simply stared transfixed at the gravity-defying tits that his former mistress was presenting to them. He couldn’t count how many times
he had fantasized over seeing them uncovered, but the reality in front of him was even more breathtaking than he could have imagined. He tore his eyes away from her bloated areolas and leisurely
perused the rest of her stunning young body, taking in every inch of her shapely legs, her narrow waist, her exquisite little belly button, and finally her overly made-up face, which was now deeply
flushed with shame.
“Okay, gentlemen,” Nash said briskly. “Tom to deal.”
How can he possibly be interested in
cards? Alastair thought. When all three of his guests continued to gawp, Nash added, “Don’t worry, our topless maid isn’t
Somehow they managed to play out the hand, although Alastair’s shaking fingers gave away his excitement. He could only make a pair, but all he wanted was for somebody to win quickly
so that he could get a good long look at Annabel’s naked pussy.
“Flush beats a straight,” Nash said to Yeats, and then without even glancing at Annabel said, “Remove your
There was no complaining from the tearful girl this time, and she simply slipped the negligible piece of material down her legs and stepped out of it. Now she was clad only in her
fishnets, heels, panties, and the charming little white cap. Alastair’s cock strained at his underpants as he studied Annabel’s pubic mound, her camel-toe almost devouring the black satin. She stood
quite still and kept her moist eyes fixed upon the opposite wall.
The next hand was Craddock’s, but by now it didn’t make any difference who won because they all had the same agenda - to strip Annabel naked and then move on to the forfeits. But to
Alastair’s frustration, rather than choosing Annabel’s panties, Craddock said, “I think I’ll take a shot.”
Chapter Thirty One
“Annabel, bring over
She had deliberately been trying to ignore their lewd comments while the four middle-aged men drank and played cards. Now the sound of her name brought her back to the awful present
moment, and after a split-second’s confusion, she went over to the coffee table. Painfully aware of her obscenely dangling breasts, she bent forward – legs straight and buttocks pushed out, as she
had been drilled by Mrs. Craddock – and picked up a tray of salt, limes, shooter glasses, and the squat bottle of gold
Returning to the table, she needed no further instruction from Nash as she poured out a shot glass of the amber liquid and then handed it to Craddock, whose face was just inches
from her breasts. When he stuck out his wet tongue, Annabel flinched and drew back.
“Stay where you are,” Nash said. “We can’t have a titty tequila, without a nice pair of tits, can we?”
Titty tequila? What the hell is
Annabel suddenly felt a little faint. In her peripheral vision, she was aware of Barclay’s intent stare as she reluctantly offered her left breast to Craddock. When the vulgar
little man’s tongue touched her nub, she let out an involuntary groan of revulsion. Taking his time, Craddock lapped around her areola until it glistened with his saliva. Then to her horror, he
picked up the salt cellar and sprinkled it over the moistened area.
As disgusted and red-faced as she was, Annabel couldn’t help but look down at her salt-encrusted nipple before it disappeared once more between Craddock’s lips. This time, instead
of licking, he suckled on her like an infant, filling the air with the sound of his slurping. It didn’t take long before – to Annabel’s chagrin – he succeeded in arousing her teat to erection before
pulling his mouth off it with a resounding plop.
After drinking the tequila, he placed a slice of lime between his teeth and arched his neck so that he was facing up to Annabel. There was no point in pretending that she didn’t
understand his meaning, so she bent down and hesitantly put her lips against his. Then, in front of the others, they French-kissed, Annabel trying not to retch due to the alcohol fumes in his throat
as he spat lime juice into her mouth.
Eventually she broke away, but not before Nash had captured the humiliating moment on his Canon Sure Shot. Understanding now that she was going to be in for a long night, Annabel
tried not to dwell upon what they might have in store for her next.
Barclay won the next hand, and Darius knew exactly what he was going to do. The lustful old butler was practically panting at the prospect of exposing Annabel’s cunt, and it was
greeted with general mirth when he said, “Okay! Annabel drops her panties!”
“Steady on, buddy!” Yeats laughed. “There’s plenty of time!”
“No, it’s fine,” Darius said. “Rules are rules, and the winner gets to choose. Annabel stand back from the table so we can all have a good look at
Her tears had dried up since the titty tequila ordeal, and her pretty eyes had taken on a resigned expression. Of course she would have known that this was eventually going to
happen, and apparently she had mentally steeled herself for it. How she reacted when they started on the forfeits would be another thing entirely,
She backed away, and after letting out a deep, shuddering sigh, took hold of the waistband and drew her panties down over her thighs. Then bending forward, she pulled them down to
her ankles and then over her pumps. She remained in that position, with her breasts hanging beneath her for a moment, before finally, painstakingly slowly, she straightened
Everyone gazed adoringly at her well-pronounced vulva with its covering of soft, red hair. Barclay leaned so far forward that he almost fell out of his chair, while Annabel seemed
to be exerting incredible willpower not to cover herself, her fists clenched tightly by her sides. Now completely nude except for the cap, stockings, and pumps, Annabel was ready for the
Alastair had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The unobtainable Miss Annabel, whom he had lusted over for the past few years was effectively naked! Not only that,
but she was being forced to serve him in that embarrassing condition!
He hardly noticed the cards he was dealt as she tottered back and forth, making sure that their glasses and plates were replenished. He had tried to make eye contact, but she was
having none of it, keeping her eyes lowered as she went about her duties. However, her attempts at retaining even a tiny amount of dignity were exposed by the constant red tinge in her
As Yeats laid down a full house, Alastair glanced over at the coffee table where Annabel was preparing another drink. She was bending over with her back to them, her legs straight
and thighs together so that she presented them with a first-class view of her sensational ass. Alastair’s cock was almost bursting out of his pants now, and he was willing to bet that there were
three more rock-hard erections under the table.
Just look at her! How long have I dreamed about this? And it’s actually
“Well, there’s no point in getting Annabel to take off any more clothing,” Yeats said.
“I think we’re all agreed that the fishnets and high-heels look just fine.”
There was an enthusiastic chorus of approval, so he went on, “In that case, it’s either a shot or a forfeit, am I
“You are,” Nash said.
“And I get to decide the forfeit?
“In that case,” Yeats grinned, pushing his chair back from the table. “Annabel gets to give me a blow job! Sorry
Chapter Thirty Two
Annabel watched in stunned silence as Yeats unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. In her short life, the only other ones she had seen were Bobby’s and Nash’s, but this was by
far the biggest, with heavy veins and a bulbous head. Because of the Viagra, he had a powerful erection, and mesmerized, she couldn’t take her eyes off
Blow job! He said blow
She knew what it meant but she was unable to make any sense of the words. Her friends had talked about it, and she had seen some dirty pictures, but she had never agreed to it with
Bobby, no matter how much he had begged her. It had just seemed like such a filthy act! The closest she had come of course, had been when Nash had twice ejaculated into her mouth, but she had somehow
compartmentalized that day, and when no repeat performance had occurred, she had almost succeeded in pretending that it had never actually
But now she was staring at another stranger’s phallus, rude and angry, and pointing right at her!
“Come on, honey,” Yeats cooed. “You’re responsible for this. Give me some relief.”
In spite of everything that had happened, Annabel’s whole body began to shake.
I can’t do this. Not in front of them! Especially not in front of
“What’s up, Annabel?” Nash said. “Stage fright? I don’t know why. You know what sperm tastes like, don’t
“I… can’t,” Annabel said tremulously. “I don’t know how.”
“Just get on your knees,” Yeats coaxed. “I’ll show you.”
Annabel knew that eventually she would have to do what he wanted, but she was frozen to the spot.
“Do as he says,” Nash warned her. “By the time this night is over, you’ll be quite the expert.”
Darius watched Annabel slump to her knees in front of Yeats’ spread legs. He had moved his chair back far enough so that they could all see the action, and Darius had to admit that
the big guy was impressively well hung. Watching Annabel take that monster into her mouth would be quite a spectacle and he reached for his camera as Yeats placed one large hand on the back of
Annabel’s head, while with the other, he guided the tip of his cock towards her mouth.
Annabel kept her lips clamped tightly shut when they made contact with Yeats’ swollen glans, and then shook her head and started making desperate whining noises. Her reluctance only
made him laugh however, and he at first satisfied himself by wiping his cockhead back and forth along Annabel’s lips, coating them with pre-cum. Then he pinched her nostrils together and increased
the pressure on the back of her head.
“I don’t know about Annabel,” Craddock commented, “but it looks like Eddie had done this before!”
It was only a question of time before Annabel was forced to take a breath, and when she did, Yeats pulled her head down and thrust his hips forward. Darius began taking pictures as
Yeats’ manhood disappeared into her mouth, making her cheeks swell. When his dick touched the back of her throat, she gagged and Yeats withdrew his shiny
“Put out your tongue,” he said, huskily.
Annabel coughed and shook her head.
“Do it,” Nash said, and a tear trickled out of the corner of Annabel’s eye and she let out a miserable sob. Then she poked out her little pink tongue and started lapping at Yeats’
“That’s a good girl,” Yeats crooned. “Lick it all the way up and down, just like a popsicle.”
Darius watched entranced as their naked maid licked and slathered up and down the giant cock and then to his surprise, took the whole thing back into her
wave of jealousy swept through Alastair as he watched Annabel pick up the tempo. It was irrational he knew, but he felt as if she somehow belonged to him. He had served her all these years, and he
knew her better than any one else present – and he had jerked off with her on his mind so many times that it seemed unfair that he should now be watching her pleasure another
But his frustration was soon outweighed by a voyeuristic delight as he watched her head bounce up and down, taking Yeats’ cock deeply into her mouth, gagging occasionally, but
sticking to her task until Yeats began to moan. As he raised himself off the chair, Yeats said, “Hold it in your mouth!”
He grunted a few times, jerked his hips, and then clamped his hand around Annabel’s neck as she tried to pull away. Finally he relaxed with a sigh and allowed her up for
“Don’t swallow,” Nash commanded. “Look this way and open your mouth.”
Annabel’s tearful eyes were filled with despair as she faced the camera. Her tongue was covered in Yeats’ white spunk which soon dribbled over her bottom lip and down her
“Show everybody what a dirty little whore you have become,” Nash said, as he snapped away.
Annabel continued to exhibit the filthy contents of her mouth to the four spectators, and it was as much as Alastair could do not to whip his own cock out right
Oh, how the mighty have
Finally, Nash said, “You may swallow.”
With a grimace, Annabel closed her mouth and gulped Yeats’ sticky issue down her throat. She remained on her knees, her crimson face wet with tears and her beautiful breasts heaving
as she caught her breath.
Nash put down the camera and said, “You see, it wasn’t that difficult after all, was it? In fact, I think you are a natural cocksucker. Eddie, your deal, I
Chapter Thirty Three
For a long while, Annabel stayed on her knees, tasting Yeats’ sticky semen in the back of her throat. That had been her first attempt at fellatio, and she hoped, without much
conviction, that it would be her last. After her initial aversion, she had impulsively opted to try and get him to come as quickly as possible, her sole objective being to get his rigid penis out of
her mouth. But in doing so, she had fallen into another of Nash’s psychological traps – his throw-away remark had made her feel cheap and
While the men turned their attention to the next hand, they appeared to have lost all interest in her. At least when Nash was constantly giving her orders, she had been the center
of attention – now she just felt as if she had been used and discarded. Even Yeats, whom she had just satisfied so efficiently, had his back to her. Her physical and emotional revulsion was now
joined by an emptiness in the pit of her stomach.
cocksucker! Is that all I am
“Four of a kind!” she heard Craddock say. “You know what? I think I’ll take another tequila!”
“Annabel!” Nash said.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. Once more, all eyes were upon her as she approached the table. She saw Yeats leering at her and looked
away. No matter what happened after this, he would always have the pleasant memory of her sucking him off in front of the
“Another titty tequila for Mr. Tom,” Nash announced.
Instinctively she raised an arm across her breasts, but Craddock said, “No, not titty this time. I want
an asshole tequila.”
“Asshole?” Yeats nearly spat his whisky across the table.
“Why the hell not?” Craddock beamed.
“How the fuck does that work?” Yeats chuckled.
Nash and Barclay looked at him inquiringly – and so did Annabel.
Sounding a little on the drunk side, Craddock said, “I’ll show you. Annabel dear, please be so kind as to turn around, part your legs and grab your
Well, well, I didn’t see this
coming! Darius thought, as Annabel looked at him
imploringly. Should be
“Come along, Annabel,” he said, as if what Craddock had just asked her was the most natural thing in the world. “You’ve just performed like a common whore so you should have no
trouble with this.”
Annabel stared at him, lips slightly parted, and Darius was sure he saw a flicker of outrage in those pretty eyes – but it was soon replaced by a dull look of resignation. She
turned and bent, shuffling her feet apart, and then wrapped her fingers around her calves. They had been ogling her naked ass for the past hour or so, but this was a vision to behold! Her fleshy
pussy lips were fully on display, and between her spread legs, her breasts and hair hung downward. For a second she looked at her tormentors upside-down, but then quickly closed her
The other three men looked at Craddock curiously as he pulled Annabel’s ass cheeks apart, causing her to jerk in surprise. Then he poked out his tongue and started lapping at her
ring-piece. Annabel let out a barely audible gasp as he worked his tongue around the sensitive area and then prodded at her
Next, he began drawing long strokes up and down the cleft of her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks with his fingers and tickling her labia with the tip of his tongue. Annabel began to
squirm and wriggled her hips. When Craddock finally took his face out of her ass, the whole area was shining with his saliva.
“Delicious!” the old deviant said, reaching for the salt cellar. After coating her with salt, he went to work with his tongue again, giving a little more attention to her cunt lips
From her obscene and inverted position, Annabel moaned, “Oh, stop! Please stop!”
What a disgustingly filthy old
lecher! Alastair thought as he watched open-mouthed at Annabel’s latest defilement. He felt another stab of envy as
Craddock downed the tequila and placed a wedge of lime between his teeth.
Everybody is getting to play with her except me! I’m going to have to concentrate on my
After sucking on the lime, Alastair assumed that Craddock was going to feed it to Annabel’s inverted mouth between her legs – but the salivating little man had other ideas. Prying
her ass cheeks apart with his left hand, he took the small piece of fruit out of his mouth and squashed it against her puckered anus. A fascinated silence fell over the table as he worked the lime
wedge past Annabel’s sphincter muscle and pushed it into her rectum with his thumb.
Annabel wiggled in discomfort and emitted a high-pitched squeal of disapproval – but still Craddock wasn’t done. Alastair watched awestruck as a second, third, and fourth wedge of
lime followed, plugging up her asshole, and with each insertion, Annabel’s protestations grew louder.
“Ugh! Aah! Oh! Don’t. Please! Take them out!” she groaned, her eyes now wide open as she observed each piece invading her
I’ll bet that’s a first for you, young
Annabel! Alastair thought contentedly, as he absently massaged his own erection through his
Finally Annabel was allowed to straighten up, and on Nash’s command, she turned around to face them. Her cheeks, already flushed with embarrassment, were now scarlet from having
spent so long bent over. Her eyes had begun to fill up again, and her whole body quivered. Alastair drank in her beauty once again, his eyes lingering on her full breasts and then dropping down to
the downy triangle between her thighs.
She has stripped naked for us, had her nipple sucked, performed fellatio, and is now
carrying four wedges of lime up her ass! And the night is still young!
As Craddock shuffled the deck, Alastair decided that he
absolutely had to win the next hand.
Chapter Thirty Four
This time Annabel paid attention as they played out the next hand. Until now, the card game had appeared to be an
incidental backdrop to the real game – which was to subject Annabel to their increasingly sick sexual torments. But by now she had grasped the fact
that whoever won the hand earned the right to do whatever they wanted to her, and that meant that there was still one unthinkable eventuality that she desperately hoped she might avoid – being
molested by Barclay!
All of those years growing up at Pemberton Hall, he had been a constant background presence, but unlike the cooks, maids and gardeners, whom Annabel had treated almost like family,
she had always sensed something insidious about the old butler. As she had matured into womanhood, she had become aware of the furtive looks he gave her, but as creepy and annoying as that was, she
had never quite been able to catch him doing anything incriminating. There would have been nothing more enjoyable than getting the old reprobate fired, but she had eventually concluded that he simply
didn’t have the guts to act upon his filthy urges. That knowledge had provided Annabel with a measure of security, and over the past year she had deliberately provoked him, parading herself in the
skimpiest of clothing, safe in the knowledge that there was nothing he could do to her.
Oh, how she regretted that now! So far this evening he had watched her strip naked, have her nipple sucked, taken a stranger’s penis into her mouth, and had lime wedges pushed into
her rectum! That was mortifying enough. God forbid that he should win a hand now. Who knew what he might do to her?
Her heart-rate increasing, she watched uncomprehendingly as they showed their hands – and when Nash won, she let out an audible sigh of
Darius laid his four of a kind on the table and looked at the other hands. Yeats had a straight, Craddock a two pair, and Barclay just a king high. Either the old butler was plain
unlucky or he was the lousiest poker player Darius had ever seen!
But even as he considered what to do with Annabel next, he saw the relief wash across her face and he instinctively understood what she was thinking. She had already been more
intimate with Yeats and Craddock than she could ever have imagined, therefore she would probably find a repeat performance repugnant, but just about doable. So why was she suddenly so interested in
who won the hand? Darius’ wicked eyes flicked from Annabel to Barclay, who was looking at her breasts with increasing
Of course! Years of subservience, lusting over the unobtainable princess! There was more
than sexual release at stake here. This was a role reversal that neither of them could have conceived of a week ago! Okay, Mr. Barclay, it’s payback
“Well, my turn, I guess,” he said casually. He perused the naked girl for a moment and she eyed him with a mixture of bewilderment and trepidation. Had she guessed what was
“And my choice is… Alastair gets to fuck Annabel in front of us!”
Yeats guffawed and slapped the table, Craddock licked his lips, and Barclay simply blinked and stared first at Darius, and then at
“No,” she whispered. “No, that’s
not fair! You won the hand. You should… have me!”
The naked girl looked so delightfully flustered that Darius was almost tempted to change his mind. He had a raging hard-on that needed serious attention – but this was going to
prove far more fun.
“Oh, our sexy maid is setting the rules now is she? Well that’s earned her a punishment session after the game.” He turned to Barclay who was still gazing at Annabel rapturously.
“Well, Alastair? You had the lowest hand, so I think it’s only right that you should carry out the forfeit.”
Barclay opened his mouth but no words came out, so Darius prompted, “I’m sure Eddie or Tom would be happy to oblige if you
“No, no!” Barclay suddenly found his voice. “I’ll fuck her!”
Alastair would have preferred to have taken Annabel somewhere private, but like it or not, this was Nash’s game and he had full control of it. If Alastair had to fuck her in front
of these guys, then so be it – for all he knew, this might be his one and only chance to fulfill a lifelong fantasy.
There would certainly be no danger of him failing to perform – regardless of the Viagra that was currently coursing through his veins, he had been maintaining a constant erection
ever since Annabel had been forced to reveal her gorgeous body to them. He downed his drink for a bit of Dutch courage and then stood up. As he approached her, Annabel put out her hands and backed
“Please don’t do this, Barclay!” she begged him, eyes wide in panic.
From behind him, Alastair heard Nash say, “Annabel! What were you told about being rude to my guests? Do you want to spend a week in the punishment
She glanced at Nash desperately, and then appealed once more to Alastair. “I’ll make it worth your while if you don’t touch me,” she
Alastair’s eyes dropped to her perfectly formed tits, and then further down to her succulent pubic mound. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he said. “But I’ve dreamed about this moment for a
long, long time.”
Annabel sobbed forlornly and Nash said, “As it’s my forfeit, I get to direct
proceedings. Are you okay with that, Alastair?”
“Whatever,” Alastair said impatiently.
“Good. Annabel, get on your knees in front of Mr. Barclay.”
With a look of despair on her face, Annabel hesitatingly sank down to the carpet. Alastair gazed down at the top of her head, now level with his crotch, and once again had to remind
himself that this wasn’t another wet dream.
“Take out Mr. Barclay’s cock,” Nash instructed.
Annabel squeezed out yet more tears as she reluctantly pulled Alastair’s zipper down. He felt her shaking fingers delving inside his underwear, and then fumbling to free his erect
member. When it popped out, she jumped back and turned her face away.
“You know what to do now, don’t you, little miss cocksucker?” Nash said cruelly.
Chapter Thirty Five
He’s a beast! A terrible, awful
Even after all the torture and humiliation, this was something that she simply could not bring herself to do. This was the hired help! A sad old man who probably hadn’t been with a
woman in decades! And yet, to resist now would mean she would lose everything, and all that she had endured would be for nothing. Nash had spun a web around her so tightly that she could see no way
out. In a few seconds she would be sucking the penis of her lifelong servant, and she was powerless to prevent it from
“Hurry up, girl,” she heard Nash say, and after taking a long, shuddering breath, she opened her mouth, shut her eyes, and leaned forward. With disgust, she felt Barclay’s enlarged
glans sliding against her lips as he uttered a groan of pleasure. Then she closed her lips around his shaft, feeling its repulsive skin moving against her
Her nose touched the fabric of his pants as she took in his length, feeling it prod against the back of her throat, and making her gag. She pulled back until her lips encircled his
cockhead, and through her eyelids, she saw a flash from Nash’s camera.
What does it matter
now? she thought desolately. It’s really happening, right now. I can’t go back in time and change it. Barclay’s penis is inside my
She continued to suck him gently, afraid of making him ejaculate into her mouth. She had already swallowed Yeats’ semen, but the prospect of adding Barclay’s to it was too awful to
“Okay, enough foreplay,” Nash announced. “Annabel, turn around and get on your hands and knees. Alastair, I want you to take her
Annabel let Barclay’s penis slide out of her mouth and she inadvertently opened her eyes. The swollen head was pointing at her face, glistening with her saliva. She stared at it
with a horrified fascination, unable to connect it with the humble manservant from Pemberton Hall. As she turned away and got down on all-fours, it seemed unimaginable that in a moment he would be
inserting it into her vagina!
The shame and mortification on Annabel’s face was plain for all to see as she presented her rear-end to Barclay. It was such a titillating scene that Darius almost forgot to keep
Barclay looked as though he had just gone to heaven as he took himself in hand, and then guided his wet cock towards Annabel’s waiting pussy. He needed a couple of tentative thrusts
before her labia yielded, and then he nudged himself inside her, each poke going in a little deeper, until she finally accommodated the full length of him. Annabel’s head hung down, her forehead
touching the carpet, her face hidden by her hanging red locks, and her arms braced as Barclay began to pump his cock in and out of her
He gripped her by the hips, pulling her backwards with each forward thrust, gradually picking up speed. Darius watched intently as Annabel’s fingers dug into the carpet and her
breasts swung back and forth. For an old guy, Barclay was giving her a pretty good seeing to, but then again, he had probably had plenty of mental practice in the
The room was silent except for the squelching sound of Barclays’s rigid prick slipping steadily in and out of Annabel’s juiced-up cunt, accompanied by her deep breaths as she became
unwillingly aroused by her former manservant.
All too soon, Barclay’s body tensed and he arched his back, pushing his hips forward so that she was fully impaled, and then he let out a long blissful moan as he emptied his seed
into her womb. The two unlikely lovers remained coupled together for a moment, and nobody at the card table was inclined to speak, realizing that they had just witnessed a groundbreaking moment for
both of them – their relationship would never be the same again.
Eventually Barclay pulled out of her, presenting them all with a good view of her puffed-up labia. Annabel’s cheek was pressed into the carpet, her face turned away from them, and
from the way her shoulders gently shook, Darius figured that the woeful girl was crying again. He had no intention of giving her a reprieve,
“I don’t know what you’re so miserable about,” he said. “It was your idea to feed everyone a Viagra. What did you expect to happen? Now, what do you have to say to Mr.
Annabel couldn’t face them now. She had surely reached her nadir this time. She had just submitted to the last man on earth that she would ever have wanted to have sex with. Through
her indescribable grief, as she choked back a fresh flood of tears, Annabel’s only consolation was that he hadn’t managed to bring her to orgasm. Not that the old fuck would be concerned about that.
He had just acted out a dream that neither of them had even slightly considered could ever happen. His erect penis had been inside her, and now so was his hot semen! Both of them were very well aware
that nothing could ever change that fact. They had fucked. Mated. Copulated. And Nash had it all recorded on his camera.
“Well? Aren’t you going to thank Mr. Alastair for fucking you?” Nash said mockingly.
Suddenly Annabel felt an overpowering surge of hatred engulf her. She slowly raised herself up and turned around. Barclay was still on his knees, his face flushed, his eyes alight
with passion, and his flagging member still hanging out of his fly. Craddock and Yeats were smiling curiously, as if they had just learned something new and interesting about her – perhaps they were
looking ahead to their turn.
She knew that it was essential to keep control, but the words just came tumbling out. “You pig!” she spat at Barclay. “You fucking dirty old
Her eyes blurred with tears, she turned towards the table. “You’re all pigs!”
For a long moment, nobody spoke. Then Nash said softly. “I’m shocked, Annabel. Does this mean that you want to nullify our
Annabel blinked away her tears and looked at him. She had almost forgotten why she had allowed him to subject her to this endless string of degradations. There was a purpose to all
of this, wasn’t there? A light at the end of the tunnel? She was so confused, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
And then her shoulders slumped, and from somewhere far away she heard herself meekly reply, “No, Mr. Nash. I
Chapter Thirty Six
Darius breathed in a deep sigh of
relief. That was
He had been absolutely convinced that Annabel had been psychologically broken by now. That was why he had allowed things to progress so far. Her sudden violent reaction had been
totally unexpected, and had frankly scared the shit out of him. If she went to the police now, even if the four of them colluded against her, a simple test would confirm that the semen inside her
belonged to Barclay and Yeats. After that, it would merely be a matter of time before they were all fucked themselves!
But just when he had begun to fear the worst, she had abruptly capitulated. In spite of everything they had done to her, Annabel was apparently still able to bring her focus back to
the end game – her fortune. The question was what to do now? Call it a night and give her a chance to calm down? Or seize upon this sudden downshift in her anger and press home his advantage? Yeats
and Craddock were looking at him a little anxiously – clearly they had been startled by her reaction too. He had promised them that Annabel would be as docile as a lamb. How he wished Mrs. Craddock
were here now!
With some effort, he assumed his mask of authority. “Well then, under the terms of our arrangement, you have just committed a serious breach of the rules. You have insulted my
guests. I cannot tolerate that can I?”
Anxiously, Darius awaited her response. If she flared up again, it would surely be over. He knew he was taking a huge risk right now, but if he prevailed here, then surely her
subjugation would finally be complete.
In a barely audible voice, Annabel again said “No, Mr. Nash.”
“Then I think we’ll call an end to the card game and spend the rest of the evening working on your punishment. Does that sound
Annabel kept her eyes lowered, her damp cheeks glowing, and her tits bouncing as she tried to suppress a sob. “Yes, Mr.
So that’s it then. Her outburst must have been an aberration triggered by the trauma of
being forced to submit to Barclay.
“Good. Then we’ll begin with an apology.”
Despite his measured tone, Darius realized that he was perspiring as he excused himself and went up to Annabel’s
While they waited for Nash to return, Barclay zipped himself up and returned to his seat at the card table. He had a vague, ponderous expression on his face, as if he couldn’t quite
believe what they had just done either. Still kneeling, Annabel was suddenly aware of her nudity again and – absurdly, considering what she had been through so far – covered her breasts and pubes
with her hands.
Yeats waved his empty glass and said, “Honey, we could all do with a refill, if you don’t mind?”
It was a ludicrous, nightmarish scenario. She had been penetrated by Barclay, forced to perform fellatio on Yeats, had her nipple sucked and her ass plugged with fruit by Craddock,
and yet here they were, expecting her to continue in her absurd pseudo-maid’s role!
Annabel let out an exasperated, miserable sigh and rose to her feet. As she gathered up their glasses, she had no other option than to allow them to ogle her unprotected body again.
She went over to the coffee table and prepared their drinks, automatically keeping her legs straight and pushing out her bare
What the fuck! Let them
look! she thought dejectedly.
When she got back to the table, Nash had returned to his seat. In front of him were a bamboo cane, a leather collar, handcuffs, an odd-looking plastic circular contraption, and two
small metal hooks attached to lengths of string. Her newfound resignation was suddenly replaced by a knot of dread in her stomach. She had no idea what he intended to with the other mysterious
objects, but the purpose of the cane was obvious!
“Go and stand in the middle of the floor and turn around and grab your ankles as you did before,” Nash said
Understanding that any resistance would only increase her suffering, Annabel obeyed.
Between her parted thighs, she watched Nash hand the cane to Craddock. “Tom, you can go first. Six of the best in your own
Annabel felt her heart beginning to pound faster as Craddock took up position behind her.
Nash said, “Annabel, after each stroke you will count, and then say
‘Thank you, sir. I apologize for being rude’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Nash,” Annabel replied in a quavering voice.
Without preamble, Craddock swished the cane through the air and then Annabel jumped as a fiery pain tore across her
“Ow! One! Thank you, sir! I apologize for being rude!”
As Craddock delivered his six measured strokes, Alastair was unable to tear his eyes away from Annabel’s inflamed cunt
My cock was inside there! Good God, after all these years of frustration! And Nash has
photographic evidence. I must get copies!
Each time Craddock brought the cane viciously down, Annabel’s head came up, her mane of glorious auburn hair flying wildly, but somehow she managed to keep her indecent pose. As her
ass cheeks began to redden, her apologies grew increasingly louder. Clearly each strike was agonizing. Finally Craddock delivered his sixth slash across her
“Aah! Six! Thank… thank you, sir!” Annabel sobbed. “I apologize… for being ru… rude!”
“You’re welcome, Annabel,” Craddock smiled, and returning to the table said, “Whose next?”
Yeats looked at Alastair, and said, “After you.”
Alastair took the cane and walked over to where the distraught girl remained bent over. He whipped it through the air, testing its flexibility, and Annabel visibly
How many times over the years have I wanted to do
this? he thought excitedly.
He examined his sumptuous target. Red welts crisscrossed her cheeks, and already there wasn’t much unblemished skin left. Then he whipped the bamboo across her ass and Annabel
screamed in agony. As he continued to crack the cane hard into her flesh, Annabel’s apologies became more and more garbled, mingling with her cries of anguish. Alastair almost felt sorry for her by
the time she apologized miserably to him for the sixth time.
When he was done, he couldn’t resist running his middle finger tenderly up her labia, before handing the cane to
Chapter Thirty Seven
After watching Yeats dispense his six lashes, Darius picked up the dog collar, cuffs, mouth extender, and nose hooks, and went across to Annabel. She had collapsed onto her knees,
her red-raw ass thrust up in the air.
Ouch! That looks
“Annabel, sit up on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”
Her whole body convulsed by her uncontrollable sobbing, the wretched girl did as she was bade. After he had cuffed her wrists together, she watched him with moist, reproachful eyes
as he secured the collar around her neck – but she didn’t offer any objection. Next, he placed the nose hooks inside her nostrils and pulled the strings up on either side of her nose, up over the
back of her head, and then attached them to the collar. Her nostrils were now stretched long and upwards, disfiguring her previously pretty little button
“Look at her!” Yeats chuckled.
“Miss Piggy! And she called us pigs!”
Looking increasingly distressed, Annabel’s eyes were now fixed upon the mouth extender. This was one of several devices that Mrs. Craddock had brought here during the week, and it
was actually intended as part of an excruciatingly painful and embarrassing medical examination planned for Annabel the following week. The bizarre instrument had fascinated Darius however, and he
was keen to try it out.
“Open your mouth,” he said,
holding it in front of her face. This time Annabel did hesitate for a moment, but eventually she parted her teeth, and Darius fitted the plastic device inside her lips.
Then he pulled on the sides, and the extender grew much wider, stretching her lips out into a gigantic ugly grin. Her beautiful face was now transformed into a pig-nosed, mega-mouthed monstrosity,
with her teeth bared, and her tongue flailing around inside her now-cavernous mouth.
“I can’t believe you wanted to fuck that deformed thing, Alastair!” Craddock said sadistically.
Now Darius fetched the bottle
of Patron from the table. “It’s time you had a drink,” he said. Annabel shook her head but was unable to prevent him from
pouring a good measure into her mouth. She hacked and gurgled as the tequila burned the back of her throat. Then he placed the bottle on the floor and, taking her by the elbows, raised her up off her
“Squat down,” he said, feeling his erection intensifying.
Annabel uttered another incomprehensible ululation from her distended mouth, but after wobbling a little on her high heels, reluctantly allowed Darius to guide her cunt lips onto
the top of the bottle.
Stop! Stop it now! You’ve done
Annabel had no idea what she must look like, but the looks of disgusted fascination on the faces of her tormentors told her that it couldn’t be very nice. Her nose and mouth hurt
terribly from being stretched, and she was conscious of the cool air flowing into her open orifices as she breathed.
Below, she could feel Nash’s fingers prying her labia apart and then the hard neck of the tequila bottle, as they closed around it. She was no longer wet from Barclay’s rutting, and
it was painful as the glass pushed inside her. With her hands immobile behind her back, she could only use her legs to stop herself from being impaled deeper, but how long would she remain strong
enough to do that?
Seemingly satisfied at her humiliating and painful position, Nash inevitably took a number of shots with his camera. When he was done, he showed her what she looked like on the
display screen. Annabel could not believe her eyes! She looked absolutely hideous, with all her teeth exposed and her mouth distorted into a gaping grin! And her nose really did look like it belonged
to a pig!
I’m a repulsive monster! How does he come up with these insane and vile
More tears of shame coursed down her cheeks as she comprehended the next level that he had brought her down to. She had always been incredibly vain about her beauty, but now he had
taken that away from her too! With her ass cheeks on fire, the bitter tequila making her head swim, and her thighs trembling from the effort not to slip further down onto the bottle, Annabel waited
mournfully for the next part of her punishment.
Alastair looked on with entranced disbelief at what Nash had just done to Annabel. His pretty little angel had been replaced by a pug-nosed, big-mouthed, salivating apparition! The
grotesque mouth-widener had also bloated out her cheeks, and if it wasn’t for her lovely blue eyes, it would have been hard to tell that this was really Annabel at
Even in his most lurid fantasies, Alastair hadn’t been able to dream up something like this – Nash was a sicker pervert than he would ever be. But what came next was even more
mind-boggling. Nash gripped Annabel’s hair and then pushed his entire hand inside her yawning mouth. As his fingertips made contact with the back of her throat, Annabel began to retch, but with her
pussy impaled on the tequila bottle, and her hands cuffed behind her, there was nowhere she could go.
After a few seconds, Annabel’s eyes started to water, and Alastair watched captivated, as her throat strained in an attempt to vomit. Close to a minute passed before Nash withdrew
his fingers, which were now coated in Annabel’s saliva. While the poor girl gasped for air, he wiped his hand on her breasts before once more plunging his hand back into her throat. Her eyes bulging,
Annabel again started to gag, but Nash was merciless, keeping her in place as she struggled desperately not to choke.
It’s the ultimate power game! She is utterly under his
Nash subjected her to this torture another three times, and after each one, he wiped her sticky mucus over her chest until her breasts shone under the ceiling
While she was gulping down a lungful of air, Nash whipped out his stiff cock and, still grasping a bunch of her hair, began to masturbate. He seemed oblivious to the three
spectators at the table as he went about his business.
Seeing what was coming up, Annabel made a desperate ‘Aah!” sound, but there was to be no escaping the ropy salvo that Nash’s cock spurted onto her tongue. Unable to close her mouth,
Annabel was forced to allow the white glob of semen to dribble over her bottom lip and then dangle in a stringy line from her chin. The self-loathing that now revealed itself in her eyes was almost
too painful too watch. This once dignified beauty had been reduced to something less than human.
His passion satisfied, Nash finally let go of her hair, and said, “Gentlemen, she’s all yours.”
With Annabel disabled, Nash poured his own bourbon and ice. Barclay had remained seated, although his eyes were riveted to the action in the middle of the living room. Yeats and
Craddock hadn’t hesitated when he had given them Annabel to play with, and after some awkward maneuvering, they had succeeded in shoving both of their dicks into her gaping mouth at the same
As she fought to accommodate them, Annabel made more muffled gurgling, retching noises while her face was buried in their
“Um, fellas,” Nash said. “You might want to let her come up for a bit of air.”
They pulled out of her and she gulped deeply. He face was wet, her eyes almost popping out of her skull, and her breasts were glossy with her own regurgitated fluids. The neck of
the tequila bottle had disappeared inside her cunt completely, stretching her pussy lips out even wider. As a final indignity, as she strained to lift herself up, a wedge of lime popped out of her
asshole and landed on the carpet.
Watching Yeats and Craddock simultaneously shoot their glutinous semen into Annabel’s spread mouth, Nash sipped his drink and congratulated himself on a job well done. He didn’t
think he had entirely extinguished the fire inside her, but it was only a matter of time now. Another week or two more, and the superior young Miss Annabel of Pemberton Hall, would cease to exist
once and for all.