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Annabelle, abducted by a deviant sexual

The following tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

For a few years Annabelle’s mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband’s death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle’s mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet charming personality, even when her own mother’ was beginning to spiral into depression. It would take a little over a year for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother’s growing problem.

Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn’s sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle’s body 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 soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention 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 body’s features irresistible to them. The soft beat of pop-music playing within her ears, had the young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older 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 first unable to comprehend the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. “What was…,” Annabelle words began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

The woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle’s arms pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle’s head resting against her small 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle’s torso, the woman’s petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the back door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front seat. The woman whose name was Erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girl’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 look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excited grin Anthony pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. “Why are we doing this?” She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. “Because I told you too,” he replied in a slow hard tone, making Erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Anthony’s smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

The two were husband and wife, with some very different values 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 wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony’s sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle 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 access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve feet in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from years of physical labor, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second floor which only contained a bed.

Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a small 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 dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle’s neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony’s.

With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. “Go do something productive,” he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle , it had all gone perfectly to plan making him 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 moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle’s head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its 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 hallway passing several open rooms. One of which was a living room where Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ears. “You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits,” he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes 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 wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room.

It would only take a few minutes for the numbness to fade, 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 pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. “What is this?” Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find 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 Anthony and Erica. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl’s eyes, her soft brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. “First because I so desired too,” he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. “And secondly you made it easy for me,” he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large screen television to come to life behind her. Annabelle’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social media accounts, “everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy…,” he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway case. “Cases in which police hardly ever put much resources into solving.”

“Now listen well because I’m only telling you this once,” Anthony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her situation sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. “For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in harsh punishment.” Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony’s eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this spirited young girl’s will in the end. “Now,” he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. “Let’s see what you look like under those wrappings,” he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle’s face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony’s face after a moment of Annabelle’s defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, 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 nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. “Aaugh,” Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle’s breathing off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. “I see that I’m just going to have to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me.” He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. “Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I’ll go and setup her punishment for later.” He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, “yes sir,” in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the 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 stand. “Get off me,” Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. “Please don’t resist him,” Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. “He’ll punish me as well,” Erica explained. “So what?” Erica frowned at Annabelle’s responds, pain filling her voice as she added, “but you’re the expendable one.”

The shock of Erica’s words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational side of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle’s panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least 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 hands covered Annabelle’s, encouraging the terrified young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from Erica’s gaze, “don’t do that, or you’ll only make your punishment that much worse.” Erica explained, turning for the hall.

“Come on,” Erica called after her. “He won’t be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom.” She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unblemished body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic hair on a woman was outright disgusting.

“Relieve yourself,” he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. “Once she’s finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. “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 don’t like it loose. Once it’s dry, braid it into a tight ponytail.” He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, “something to hold onto later.” He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his wife. “Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then call me for inspection,” he finished leaving them to their orders. “We better get started,” Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the water comfortable feeling. “What..,” Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica’s back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and inner thighs, as Erica was not permitted to wear any undergarments. Annabelle’s jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussy. “Is he going to do that to me?” Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. “And much worse,” she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

To Annabelle’s humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her hands touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to cringe back from Erica’s touch, “I am sorry,” she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. “I’ve really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see.” Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica’s bruised body. “The anticipation got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit carried away…,” Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, “a bit.” She questioned, though Erica paid little mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

Once Erica was sure 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 blow dryer, Erica spent several minutes working her fingers through Annabelle’s damp hair which was plastered to the sides of her neck and back. It would take twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle’s long hair into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her back. “Sit back on the counter and spread your legs,” Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion style straight razor, which Erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, “it’s the only type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful,” she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman’s work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her instincts told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. “There,” Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

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