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Erica once more looked around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excited threesome 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 cumshot 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 anal 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 amateur 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 creampie 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. She laughed, and said, “and since they know everything, how you act as my submissives will also reflect on me.” Her voice hardened as she added, “. “Uh-huh,” creampie panted Mom. But then he kept on speeding up, until he was finally shoving his fingers in and out of her baby-making hole so fast, that the palm of his hand was slapping up against her mound, on each inward thrust. He eagerly licked up her juices and held her hips to his face until she had finally subsided and relaxed. There was amateur no tension anal between them as Zach started stripping as well. Her fingers thrust faster into my asshole. The Weasleys could not be seen anywhere so Harry and Ginny stepped cumshot inside the house. She gagged in response and a teeth made my cock uncomfortable. Use the restroom! Sam and I commented on some of the previews that we would like to see them. Because the fondest memories of my childhood, were bonding moments with my dad during fishing trips, hiking, things like that. That got Reginald going “Pfft! threesome Patricia sighed.