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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 moments 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 speed, indian with its cracker made from a much softer material to keep 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 retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony's mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected. Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbors hearing anything. Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelps were quick to develop after each impact, each five times the width of the whip's tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes. Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle's face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To kissing her disbelief 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 understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it much thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker. He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle's pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, more than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight's fun. "Let's get a beer," he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to bend over it, as Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, "never get teen between my desires and that bitch again. She is mine to do with as I wish," Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to Erica as he quickly finished his off. Anthony retrieved four water bottles from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where young Annabelle's limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smooth surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle's wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle's thighs just above her knees, thin cotton ropes had been attached to the bands, the ends of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone's sides spreading Annabelle's legs as wide as the shackles would allow. Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire couple covered the girl, who could feel the flame's severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl's chest who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle's pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding shackles. Annabelle's body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his dress pants and boxes. He moved to stand at Annabelle's feet where he retrieved a small tube from his pant's pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. When she was ready, she announced that she wanted me in her arse first. With steady heat radiating from the stove I returned to the bedroom. Barry sat on the sofa and lay back, pulling Grace on top of him. 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