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"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 oral 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 tits 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 blowjob 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 big 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 amateur 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. I whimpered and kissed my futa-mother hard. It was that sweet innocent look, but her eyes burned pure lust. I pretended I tits could, but now that I was here I was bored and lonely. She wished Rebecca had skipped gymnastics and come with her. Trish replied coldly, it wasn’t just me you hurt. The Cook turned. That seemed to calm her down. Thinking back over all the things he had done to Rachel that night turned him on so much. "My secret name is Seraina; it’s a tribal name. But what horrified her most is the fact her pussy twitched every time he mentioned those words and him owning her. I’m not feeling all blowjob amateur that great and I don’t want to be running around.” “Can big I suck their dick?” We both nod. Suddenly my concern for May’s agitation towards me melted away. “Okay, when did you have in mind?” he oral asked. Pam noticed the bulge in his pants and she pushed her chair away from the conference table.