Driving Is Dangerous (Closed for TieMeTightly)

Annabelle was beyond uncertain if she could handle this and keep handling it. The way that he was working her mind to make her have to accept everything that he was doing to her..parade her around the neighborhood wearing next-to-nothing with a mouthful of cum, her cheeks full as well as being horribly flushed the entire time.

It didn't help matters that he was touching her the entire time, and the comment that his 'friend' made about her had her immediately glaring as best she could and as threateningly as she could.

By the time they made it back to the house she was nearly panting, though attempted to pull away as he forced her back down to the basement, back onto the dildo that filled her cunt, so easily locking her in place despite her attempts at struggling away from him.

Again she was panting, flinching at each smack, nearly certain that by the end of a few days she would have a few bruises on that ass of hers, her back arching as she attempted to not get anything out of the rough treatment, though her horniness had her struggling to remain still, each slap causing her hips to move, to fuck the dildo in her sopping pussy.

She wasn't concentrating, and her breaths were short inhalations through her nose as she attempted to move her legs, mouth still horribly full of the liquid.

It was only moments later that she came after what seemed like endless torment to her tits and ass, her stomach muscles tightening visibly as her cunt contracted around the dildo. In response she pulled against the restraints straining against them as she struggled visibly to swallow the copious amount of cum in her mouth, eyes lidded when she finally did so, panting heavily through parted lips, a bit of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth.

She had done what he wanted yet again,..and was somewhat afraid that he would find something wrong with what she did...simply because she believed he just enjoyed punishing her.

What a cute slut! The words rang in Frank's head, and his dick twitched inside of his pants, but instead of letting any of that show beyond the twinkle in his eyes, he simply began untying Annabelle from her binds. Of course, being free didn't last long. After only removing her hands, he brought out more rope and began to once again strap her up tightly.

Rather then use the same boring leather straps as before, Frank had a new idea in mind. Taking a plain belt he slid it around her waist, and then attached a leather bracelet to either of her wrists. These snapped easily to the belt at her sides, leaving her hands completely useless once again. Smiling at his own success, Frank untied her legs and after cleaning between her legs and putting on a new pair of pink panties; he led her back upstairs to the kitchen.

"It's a shame you need to eat, and get rid of that taste in your mouth isn't it? I know you fucking love it. Now, let's feed you your cereal and have you drink your milk before we get your started with your training for today." Of course, it didn't sound as simple or as normal as he made it sound, eating cereal consisted of him feeding it to her and purposefully spilling it on her if she didn't open her mouth as wide as possible and make the baby-ish "Owwhmmmp." Sound every time she took a bite. "Yummy in the babies tummy?" He snickered, before breaking out the bottle to feed her again, and smirking as held it up. Only this time instead of a normal little nipple, there was a much large, cock looking contraption on the end. And it wasn't simple sucking that got the milk out, nope. She had to literally swallow the cock, just to force an ounce of milk out. Frank even allowed himself to laugh when she gingerly sucked and nothing came out. He pushed it further into her mouth, waiting to see if she would understand.

She was panting as he began to untie her, saying absolutely nothing which had her thinking that she didn't do it right, and the fact that within minutes she was again bound, hands once more useless, her light eyes struggling to focus properly as he cleaned her between her legs, again making her feel like an infant, only to be dressed afterward, once more in panties.

She was practically shuddering as he fed her, the comments causing her to cringe but still she said nothing, mainly because it was getting rid of the taste in her mouth. And she was certain that the restricted diet was going to cause her to lose weight - which was just one more thing that he had control over...though he had control over everything.

Her eyes focused on the 'bottle' that he held up, her heart beating somewhat rapidly, lips parting wide to fit the damn thing in her mouth, attempting to suck and getting nothing to come out, whimpering around the cock in her mouth as he laughed at her, her legs lifting somewhat in her frustration, hands twisting in the restraints.

She attempted to pull her head back, to question him about how the fuck she was supposed to drink though he didn't seem too keen on that either since as she pulled backward he followed with the bottle. She started sucking again, and after he had pushed it further into her mouth she attempted to try again..sucking,moving her head forward and using her throat to 'swallow' the cock he was feeding her, the 'cockhead' in her throat as she felt the liquid - just a tiny bit in her throat.

As droplet after dribble spilled into her throat and the revulsion swept through Annabelle again and again, Frank couldn't help but smile sickly to himself. He continued to feed her, forcing the bottle down her throat, until the entire bottle was bone dry. "Still thirsty?" He asked, knowing she wouldn't be of course as it was quite a large bottle. "Good... Good..."

For some reason Frank just couldn't control his cock today, it was raging inside her pants again. Quickly he stood Annabelle up and led her into the nearest bedroom. He didn't want to fuck her though, why waist another pair of panties right now? She just looked so sexy in those things, with the tight tee shirt giving no space for imagination.

Frank walked around behind her and pressed his obviously bulging crotch into her ass, and at the same time slid his hands around her sides and up to her covered breasts. He began squeezing, pinching, and fondling them gently while his crotch ground into her tight ass. Slowly he trailed a hand down her flat stomach towards her crotch, but always he stopped just before reaching her panties and then he would kiss her, hard, right on her cheek. Next to her lips, not quite touching her lips. In this way he continued to tease her as he simply got more and more aroused, and while he couldn't stop himself from getting hard, there was no chance that he would orgasm until far after Annabelle had done so herself. He was waiting for something, a sign, something to show that Annabelle wanted him to kiss her on the lips and touch her between her legs.

By the time she had finished the bottle she was nearly panting, her jaw aching, and cheeks red with embarrassment and shame of the entire situation. He still praised her somewhat, even as she breathed through parted lips, trying to get her jaw working properly even as he forced her to her feet.

The walk was a short one though she hadn't quiet been expecting the sudden onslaught, his crotch against her ass while his hands began working on her slender frame, causing her back to arch somewhat.

The touches continued and she attempted to squirm away from him, the constant touching causing her seemingly always-sensitive cunt to get wet again, his lips hard on her cheek, fingers clenching as he kept moving his hands down toward her crotch only to go upward again.

It wasn't long before her breathing was uneven and she started to wriggle against him, the constant teasing causing her to be aroused - but it seemed she was refusing to ask for anything..even attempting to pull from him and his hands..and the obvious bulge in his pants. She even went so far as to protest, attempting to turn her head away from him, lifting one leg slightly and leaning over as she really had no way to get away from his grip, though this pressed her ass harder against his cock.

Once again Annabelle's delicious head of rebelliousness popped it's tiny little head up. Her struggling felt wonderful, especially how her strong ass cheeks seemed to be squeezing on either side of his ever thickening cock. "You can't go anywhere Annabelle dear, there is nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, nowhere that you can escape me..." It was almost reflex, spilling these words of doom onto her tiny, very edible ears, which he now nibbled and licked with care after using his arms to press her entire body back into his.

Now that he had her riled up, Frank slipped his hands underneath the tight shirt that covered her very sparsely and cupped both her wonderful breasts in his hands as his fingers quested for, and found her erect nipples where the cool air turned them rock hard. "I know you're wet Annabelle. I can smell it. Do you want it again? Do you want to be fucked?" Gently he nuzzled her neck, and licked at her ear again.

Then he removed a hand from inside her shirt and pushed her chin to the side so her lips were only millimeters from his; their hot breath collided. His sweet, minty flavored air overpowering her short, heavy pants easily just like the way he overpowered her body. "Do you want to be fucked?" He repeated the question slowly, his eyes commanding hers to stare at him as she made up her fucking mind.

Her attempts to get away seemed to fail miserably, beyond miserably and what was worse was that he was enjoying it so much. Even when she squirmed she couldn't help but think that he knew her mind and body were both failing her, that he was getting what he wanted each and every time.

He asked her if she wanted to be fucked and she shook her head slightly, still panting, still struggling to stay focused. Without the use of her hands it made it impossible to get away from him, and his skilled hands had her squirming helplessly.

She had really no choice but to look at him as he tilted her head to the side, her eyes lidded, cheeks red as he questioned her again. She was struggling to find a way to answer him that wouldn't make her sound as desperate as she was..as he had somehow made it so that her cunt hungered to be toyed with..that she needed it...

'Y..you..want to fuck me.."

She spoke slowly, quietly as though trying to get her point across without allowing the desperation to escape through the words she spoke.

"You're just...trying to make it...make it the other way..but..but you want to fuck me.."

A light laugh hid the surprise that Frank had from such a clear thought in what had to be a very foggy mind. He pulled her a bit tighter, and squeezed her breast firmly between his fingers; digging his nails in slightly and pushing his pelvis into her ass further. "Yes," Being thrown off as he was, he decided it was better to tell the truth then some watered down lie, especially if it could make her feel worse, "I want to fuck you. Who wouldn't? Your panties are soaking wet, your nipples are harder then a marble, you're breathing harder then a horse, and your stomach is trembling almost as hard as your legs."

Admitting such a thing could do many things to Annabelle, but Frank felt as if he could deal with any of them. She had already shown her weakness to the increasing sexuality and degradation that was afflicting her. So while this victory, if she saw it that way, could pick up her rebellious spirit for awhile in the end it would be more devastating since no matter what it wouldn't break her free of his control. That was the only thing that would really ever be a true and complete victory for Annabelle.

"But the thing is, my dear Annabelle, I can fuck you whenever I want to. I can also choose, to not fuck you, so that is why the choice is truly and utterly yours." Gently Frank leaned over, deciding to kiss her sweetly on the lips and delight in the feel of her body trembling from such a lewd and inescapable moment as this. Slowly, and carefully to avoid any bites, Frank pushed his tongue inside of her mouth and gently brushed it against her own, the spark of nerves sending a shiver down both their bodies.

Annabelle's lips parted as he squeezed a bit harder, pushing against her ass and she managed only a sharp inhalation in response as he so easily admitted to her little accusation, which seemed to throw her off guard probably more than she had done to him. He hadn't gotten angry, and he certainly hadn't moved away from her.

In response to this she squirmed again, breathy protests escaping her lips as he pressed his lips to hers, the act seeming to cause her to still for a few moments, perhaps again in complete shock. She was trembling horribly, her pussy aching to be touched as his covered cock pressed against her ass.

His tongue in her mouth caused her to squirm again, attempting to pull away. She couldn't allow herself to actually give into what he was trying to do..and yet every moment that she was with him..she felt herself falling further under whatever influence he was pressing on her young and obviously easily manipulated mind.

"..No.."

She whimpered the word and turned her head away from him, but despite the weakness of the small protested word, what followed seemed to cause her to nearly collapse against his grip due to the fact that she was simply giving in.

"P..please...just..just fuck me.."

The defeat was rather glorious, to be honest, Frank hadn't expected such a complete and effective win so quickly. He smiled at her red and turned cheek, then licked it gently and kissed her sweetly. His breath lightly caressed her ear, "Are you sure? You wouldn't rather I... Make love to you?" The visible reaction was thrilling, as her body froze and her pulse raced. Unfortunately for Annabelle that was the exact reaction for which he thrived, and tenderly he pushed her down onto the bed.

Her hands, locked as they were to her hips, made it impossible for her to stop the fall or the subsequent roll as he placed her on her back for the first time. It was strangely startling, to realize that he had made such a clumsy mistake, always taking her from behind, keeping it so impersonal. The grin of savage cruelty that he'd worn before slipped over her face as he saw her squirming from side to side, trying to escape his gaze.

With longing he sucked in her entire teen body. Her agonizing face, so beautifully and perfectly stained with tears. Her smooth neck and small hill of cleavage that poked out from the tiny tee shirt covering her firm breasts with erect nipples that tented the shirt ever so slightly. Her bare midriff, exposed to his eyes and erupting in goosebumps all around her tiny belly button. Then the leather belt that held tight her slim hips, and connected her struggling arms by the wrist to her hips. To the pink panties, so tightly stretched against her hot mound and dripping slit between two tensing thighs.

Carefully he laid over her, off to the side slightly so as to not suffocate her. Then gently he made love, tenderly kissing her entire body. Starting on her face, to her shoulders where he pulled back her tight shirt to get at the soft skin. Down her arms to her stomach, where more goosebumps whetted underneath his hot tongue. Up he went from there, pushing her shirt up as he covered both breasts in hot saliva and wrenched tortured moans from the lungs beneath them, until finally he pulled down those tiny little panties and unzipped his fly. Slowly he pushed his cock deep into her hot tunnel, he pushed and pushed until their bodies met. Slowly the rocked together, making sweet love between the slave and her master.

She froze horribly at his words...'make love'. It wasn't love..and she didn't quite know how to react. When he had rolled her to her back and she was forced to stare up at him with wide eyes - not really understanding why he was doing this to her, save to further humiliate and dominate her mind entirely.

"Don't.."

She was already turning her head away from him, attempting to roll back onto her stomach. She was whimpering as he stared at her, the grin so clear on his face, tormenting and torturing her as she shut her eyes tightly, her legs bending and straightening somewhat, attempting to pull her arms free of the straps with no luck.

Annabelle wasn't certain that she could handle this as his lips trailed over her entire body, making her tremble and shudder beneath him, back arching somewhat as he finally pressed his throbbing cock into her, her lips parting, though it was obvious that she couldn't quite stand what was happening to her.

The issue was, she was certain, that she didn't like it. She wasn't used to it...this..slowness, sensual movement. Her hips were moving upward as though trying to make him move faster, head tilted back slightly as she continued to breathe through parted lips.

"S..stop..." She was struggling to force out the words, bending her legs somewhat. "This...this isn't right...please..please stop it.."

Already her brain was telling her that this wasn't right, perhaps that this wasn't how a slave was supposed to be..used.

Annabelle's utter embarrassment and scared facial expressions sent more bursts of pleasure popping behind his eyes. He grinned and leaned lower, pressing his lips to hers and again giving her a full sensuous kiss. The way she tried and tried to desperately fuck him back was laughable, charming, cute, he enjoyed it but did not give in and start fucking her.

"Slaves who argue don't get to be fucked. They only get what their master will give them.... And I'm giving you this."

The last words came out in a rush, as their chests rubbed together and his cock firmly planted itself deep within her body. Just like the slow, tender thrusts from before, Annabelle did not know what to do with this one either. Frank made it even worse by not moving, he simply held himself deep inside of her, allowing her throbbing insides to take care of his engorged cock.

Again he leaned over to kiss her gently, and run his tongue against hers while his hands lightly fiddled with her ears and neck, stroking and holding to keep her face pointed right at his. "How does it feel Annabelle? Sitting there, inside of you. Do you love it?"

She was nearly sobbing as he simply stopped, as the movements stopped coming altogether, instead leaving her to nearly tremble beneath him, her hips moving desperately, trying to get him to move despite the fact that he just stayed there. She almost looked as though this was some sort of torture,..and as he began to question her she merely whimpered, repeatedly attempting to turn her face away from him, wanting nothing to do with his sensual touches, anything that made her believe that he was something more to her than what he was.

She couldn't move him away - hell even if she had her hands free she was certain she wouldn't be able to move him - what he was (or wasn't) feeding her alone was ensuring that she had only a certain amount of strength and it was not enough to move him.

She was struggling to breathe properly, managing, short panting sounds tilting her head back as she was unable to turn away from him. Again Annabelle had her eyes shut tightly, her back arching as he remained perfectly still inside of her, the lack of movement causing her to try harder still to get him to move.

Each time his lips found hers she protested against them, the mere word 'love' drawing a desperate whimper from her lips.

"No..no.." She repeated the word uselessly, frantic to get away from him and his words..his actions.

Finally Frank couldn't take it anymore. Maybe he could have staved off his impending orgasm a bit longer, but he simply did not want to. He began to move again, gently still though, so that Annabelle could not find the rhythm she wanted so badly. The orgasm would surprise her, he thought, when she came. For himself... He enjoyed this session greatly, not simply for the gentle, soothing throb that coursed through his body but also the great many memories it brought to his mind.

At one time he had been a hopeless romantic, hopelessly in love with this one particular girl... It was all in the past, but they had made love like this, just like this in fact. She had turned him on to all things kinky and being tied, 'forced' to make love was one of her favorites. Annabelle's version did not take away from his past lover however, it only served to heighten the feeling as he blushing, squirming body wriggled underneath him.

For Frank the orgasm was much more powerful then his typical release, his cock was at the deepest point inside of Annabelle when he felt the contractions begin and in a rush his sperm filled her, deep inside her. The first two or three waves came so fast it was almost like one big one, then the next five or six were much more regular and normal. Still, eight jets of cum filled up the little Annabelle while his mouth pressed against hers and his tongue pressed against hers as he groaned in deep satisfaction.

She was trying not to fall under his influences - at least not this time. She realized rather quickly that he was teasing her..that he was using his influence over her to make her mind believe things that she knew weren't true. Maybe not this first time - but if he kept this up, 'making love' to her like this, she would start to believe it being in such a controlled environment and she wasn't certain if her mind could handle that.

Breathing heavily as he began moving again she managed not to protest as much, simply because he was moving,..though not as she wanted. Still, the thrusts had her legs bending, toes curling against the sheets beneath her as he used her slender frame in quite a different way.

As he came, she managed a sharp gasp, her pussy clenching his cock as he filled her with his cum, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she arched her back, eyes shut tightly as he kissed her, her useless moans drowned out by his groans of pleasure.

The orgasm was stronger then many before it, and it lasted longer as well. The sweet feeling of rushing and falling pleasure lingered over their hot bodies and left Frank laying atop Annabelle for some time. Finally he propped himself up on his elbows and used his hands to turn her face to look at him. He stared into her eyes and waited until the blush returned in full bloom on her face, then he grinned, shrugged, and laughed before kissing her one last time, sweetly and longingly.

After removing himself and cleaning up somewhat, he helped her off the bed and brought her downstairs into the basement. The belt around her waist had a partner in crime that fit perfectly around Annabelle's beautiful neck. It too had attachments for the cuffs on her wrists. He tightened the whole contraption together, and then brought another bit that he enjoyed using very much.

It was shaped like a hood, but only had four straps rather then solid material all the way around. One strap came down the nose, two on the ears, and one on the back of the head so that her eyes still showed plainly. This hood could hold any number of devices in her mouth, and for the moment Frank shoved a hard rubber ball gag into her mouth.

The top of the hood, had a ring like the ones used on bird cages to hang them from the ceiling, the one on Annabelle's hood served much the same purpose as Frank looped a chord through it and over a pulley up to the ceiling. He pulled until she could still stand comfortably, but could not crouch at all. "You're quite rebellious Annabelle. I must teach you some manners, my dear." Of course this was a double reason, he really enjoyed the resistance and if he 'punished' her for it she would continue to do it as a sign of defiance. Of course if he punished her too hard, it would just make her much more timid, something he didn't want at this point.

So this would be sort of a reward/punishment, rather then an either/or kind of thing. With her hands strapped to her neck, and her neck strapped to her head, and her head strapped to the ceiling. She wasn't going anywhere. The last thing he had to do was spread her feet slightly, so that she finally was forced to the balls of her feet.

Frank stepped directly in front of Annabelle and began to lightly rub her clitoris, it was still rather raw and at first she would shy away from the contact, but it didn't take long for her horny body to overwhelm her. Soon her pelvis was thrusting forward, as far she could reach to push herself into his hand harder. The harder she pushed, the harder Frank would smack her ass or inner thigh. Then she would do it again, harder, and harder, until another smack rained down on her flesh. It was an evil game, rewarding pleasure with pain, but soon she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. So it hardly mattered to Frank, he just kept playing, not saying a word, watching her reaction and enjoying it as much as possible.

She was squirming somewhat as he pulled her to her feet, cringing as she saw where he was leading her - back to the basement. Her legs were trembling as he had her standing there, tensing visibly as a collar was strapped around her neck, a rather sick sound ensuring that it wouldn't be coming off anytime soon.

What followed, however had her attempting to move away as he forced the hooded-contraption over her head, her jaw spread wide to accommodate the size of the ball gag.

Immediately she was protesting against it, and it seemed to only get louder as he forced her up by her head, her eyes widening somewhat again at the simple fact that she couldn't move. She realized that she wasn't mobile very much anymore, strapped to something almost at all times.

At the first contact to her swollen clit she groaned, immediately attempting to pull away, but he was persistent, and she was needy. It was moments only before she was panting again, thrusting against his hands in a horribly desperate way only to yelp at a sudden smack - though moments later she would do so again. She was practically rocking into his hand with the use of her neck, her hands pulling frantically at the restraints almost in a need to attempt to pull away even as her hips thrust and fucked frantically,unable to drop her head, simply forced to look up at him through heavily lidded-lust-filled eyes, repeatedly thrusting against his hand.

"I know what you're thinking Annabelle..." Frank whispered softly as he rubbed and smacked at her delicious body, turning her ass and legs red rapidly as could be. He grinned into her lustful face and brought his eyes as close as he could as he dug his fingers deep inside her wet and still dripping pussy, "I wish he had bigger fingers! Ha!" With a grin, he stepped back and with an open hand slapped down against her bare stomach. His hand was soaked already in her juices, and the wet skin colliding with dryness stung violently as well as echoed around the room loudly. Followed by her muffled screams.

He wondered briefly how it felt, being unable to curl into a fetal ball as you were bruised and tortured like this. That was one of the reasons he became a master, he supposed, so that he would never find out. Plus, it was just his natural instinct to dominate those lower then him. Again he began rubbing between her legs, heating her pussy, then moving his hand away slightly so that she was forced to stretch out and touch him. Again and again. Until this time he used his free hand to swing in an underhand way and slap his palm against her red hot, and wet flesh.

Another well earned scream.

It would be monotonous almost, save for the fact that Frank enjoyed experimenting with new, untouched places on Annabelle's body. He found that the area just below her armpits, around her ribs, were very sensitive to an open handed smack. As were her calves, which were beautifully taunt with the strain of her body. But it wasn't just pain of course, he also found that rubbing at the top of her ass crack sent goosebumps all over her back and rear. He particularly noted that fact, and began toying lower down her crack, until finally his sopping wet finger was playing at the entrance to her asshole. He wiggled it deeper and deeper, applying more and more pressure as he waited to see what would happen. Would she keep it tight? Or find the new pleasure to be enjoyable?

She struggled to focus on him as he spoke to her, whimpering, crying out with each smack though she was moaning as his fingers dug deeper into her sopping cunt only to step back and smack her stomach open palmed, her wrists twisting in the restraints in her attempt to move away from him, each draw forward to her cunt initially making her attempt to pull away from him though within moments she was grinding against him desperately, frantically only to have him pull away again to smack her.

She was breathing heavily, unable to focus as he worked her body to submission, her pale eyes filled with lust even as he toyed with her asshole.

She didn't know what was happening, her body made useless as she attempted to squirm away from him, nearly her entire body red from the repeated slaps, jaw aching horribly from the gag.

She couldn't concentrate, and couldn't breathe properly as his finger pressed into her asshole, her whimpers and moans muffled by the gag, legs spread awkwardly, pussy sopping wet as she struggled to rid her ass of his finger, unable to even shake her head in protest.

While there was a big difference between the inability to protest and not protesting, they didn't look very different. "So you like it, huh? What a horny little girl you are, my dear Annabelle... So very horny... I'm glad you approve, it's one of my favorite pastimes. Fucking little girls like you in the ass, that is." When the first knuckle of his finger popped into her sphincter, Frank didn't even slow down. He kept the pressure on until his entire finger was all the way up her asshole, he wiggled it a bit to wrench a few more screams from her trembling body. Then he brought his free hand down on her pelvis, just above her clitoris with a tremendous amount of force. The stinging sensation in his hand seemed to travel right to his dick, as it grew with a few throbs.

He rubbed the red skin on her stomach softly, then moved his hand lower and began sawing his dry, but quickly soaked finger through her slit. He didn't actually penetrate her, but just kept rubbing from her clit all the way through her sopping wet pussy until he touched her taint. The long, slow strokes once again had an unnerving effect on his little slave, it wasn't right for him to be gentle anymore.

It only took a few seconds for him to approve, as he slapped her again. Just as he did so, he added a second finger to her ass, and to his unending delight this one really seemed to hurt. He pushed, and pushed, because the entire thing would just not fit up her tiny asshole with how hard she was clenching. With a grunt, Frank smacked her lower stomach again and the pain forced her to loosen her muscles so that his second finger shot up her ass very quickly. Immediately Frank's fingers felt like they were caught in a vice. Deciding he'd like to keep both fingers attached to his hand, Frank began to slowly rub circles around Annabelle's still erect clitoris. He spoke softly to her at the same time, "Does it feel good when I rub your clit little Annabelle? Even with my fingers up your dirty ass? Are you going to cum? With my fingers up... There?" The lingering question had plenty of sarcasm and more then a smear of demonic hatred. Since he was standing at her side, he didn't have a good look at her face until craning his neck he brought her face into few. He sat their staring as his finger moved in unending circles around her red clit, and the two in her rear started to wiggle here and there.

Annabelle was starting to lose the battle she was waging with herself. His words, telling her constantly that she was horny, practically telling her as often as he possibly could, in effect keeping her horny. She shifted somewhat, having difficulty standing, eyes closing briefly as he invaded her ass with his finger, brows knitting from her discomfort but she could do nothing to stop him.

She was again twisting her wrists, somewhat frantically as she continued to protest through the gag though nothing registered, nothing actually sounded like anything that could be confused for words. She clenched her fingers into fists as he pressed his second finger upward, the smack drawing a muffled cry before she was reduced to panting and protesting again.

Though the torture continued as he worked her clit, her pussy aching due to the attention, clit swollen from all of the rubbing and playing. She was panting heavily, barely even concentrating on his words as he continued playing with her, her knees trembling as she visibly began to have difficulty keeping herself on her toes. She was nearly certain that at the rate she was going she would nearly have her weight supported by the contraption on her head, her sopping pussy dripping as she moaned desperately, hips bucking against his hand as he worked both her clit and ass, visibly close to cumming as she repeatedly pressed her hips forward against him.

As Annabelle teetered on the invisible edge of orgasm Frank's demented mind rapidly raced and quickly came up with her next embarrassing act. It was the first time in awhile he was working on the fly, typically this was all planned out. As she grew closer and closer to orgasm he began playing less and less with her pussy, and more and more with her ass. He knew that as painful as it had been, the sensation of cumming from her asshole on the very first usage would be a deep blow into her psyche. It basically meant he was right, she was a horny little bitch, and she'd cum no matter what dirty thing he did to her.

The second thought was a been more disgusting, and much more embarrassing. Seconds before she would have went into convulsions, Frank stopped all movement and commanded her, "Push." She was in such a fog he knew he would be forced to repeat himself and explain it clearly, "Push on my fingers." He gave them a little wiggle in her ass and repeated, "Push hard. The harder you push, the faster you'll cum." It was a promise that Frank would keep, although it was hard to see how.

He watched her face as it slowly made up it's mind to comply, no argument against was going to stop her from getting the pleasure he'd teased and teased her with. Tentatively she pushed, and the moment she did he slid his fingers halfway out, and pushed them all the way back in.

Her groans and whimpers were hidden behind the gag as he started to work her ass more and more, causing her to tremble and jerk against his hands, unable to actually pull from his grasp as he kept fucking her ass with his fingers, wiggling and moving them, her legs trembling uselessly.

At the moment she wasn't even realizing what was happening, what he was doing to her or how he was turning her mind to mush. She was panting heavily through the gag, the command causing her to make a rather high pitched sound before quieting again, reluctantly doing as he said, pushing against his fingers. Her hips rocked as she kept pushing, working her ass muscles in order to cum, his words making her believe this was what she had to do.

Each time he pressed upward she nearly cried out against the gag, not seeming to notice any ulterior motives, simply working toward cumming now that there was no longer any attention on her clit.

The high pitched squeal sent shutters down Frank's spine. It was so delicious. He continued to fuck her ass, shoving his fingers up whenever she loosened and began pushing back against him. Every time he delved deeply into her bowels her entire body would tighten and he thought she might cum, but then she would push back and he would smile as she prolonged the inevitable.

The feeling of her ass sliding back and forth over his fingers sent small waves of pleasure through his cock, for it was quite easy to imagine those slippery walls sliding over the head of his cock and all the way down the base as he fucked her ass. Of course his cock was much thicker then two fingers, and he knew she wasn't quite ready for it. Though that would hardly stop him if he had the overwhelming urge to fuck her right then and there.

He didn't though, it was much more fun to tease her taut body further and further towards orgasm with only his fingers up her asshole. No longer did he even use his free hand except to turn her cute, lost little face towards him so he could see her reaction to every little flicker of his fingers. "Annabelle, when you cum I want you to fight it. Push with all your might against my fingers, do everything you can to stop it from happening. Fight it as hard as you can."

She was literally allowing him to fuck her deeper and harder with his fingers, nearly urging him on as she forced her ass walls to loosen, eyes filled with tears though it wasn't from pain so much as torment. She couldn't concentrate, and at this point was literally being turned on..brought closer to climax with each time he fucked her ass with his fingers.

She whimpered uselessly at the command, as he decided to toy more with her. She was so close, attempting to rock, wanting his attention back on her clit despite the fact that he was plainly refusing to do so.

Annabelle was instead literally allowing the last hole to be used and penetrated repeatedly, her cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused as he forced her to look at him. Occasionally her eyebrows would knit in response to the thrust of his fingers, though as she was near to cumming she pushed, and she pushed as hard as she possibly could though the orgasm still raked through her slender frame, her legs giving out almost immediately, knowing something would happen because she didn't listen to him, though at this point she could only deal with the fact that her body wasn't listening to much of anything except for the fact that she was forcing her asshole to work while cumming.