Annabel and Mr. Nash Pt. 02

(Author's Note: If you want to find out how Annabel became entangled in this humiliating trap, please first read Part One -- 'Annabel's Initiation')

PART TWO -- ANNABEL'S TRANSFORMATION

Chapter Seventeen

Annabel didn't sleep for a long time. It was well over an hour before her tears stopped, but even then her mind was a whirlwind of agitation. Everything that Nash had inflicted upon her during the day seemed so unreal that had she not been shackled face-down on the bed, she could easily have believed it had all been a horrible nightmare.

In less than a day, she had been stripped, forced to dress up in humiliating clothes, covered in shoe polish, bathed, paddled on her naked buttocks, and then finally... what did he do to her? The violation that she had been expecting had thankfully never materialized, but the revolting masturbation that had followed, had left her on the brink of despair. She could still feel his hard penis sliding up and down between her buttocks and his sticky, clammy mess as he rubbed it into her skin!

Once more she was on the verge of quitting. With the obscene penis gag in her mouth, and her arms and legs spread wide, there was nothing she could do right now. But when Nash eventually released her from the bed, she would demand her possessions back and leave. She simply would not be able to stand a whole year of this abuse.

As a parting shot she would inform Nash that she intended to report him to the authorities. That would give the sadistic old pig something to think about! She pictured him falling to his knees, begging her not to report him -- or would he? He had told her that he could remove all his kinky paraphernalia in no time, and that it would be her word against his. Meanwhile he would be certain to call Aunt Sissy, and then her future life of luxury would be over before it began.

With her pajama bottoms at half-mast and her semen-coated buttocks exposed, Annabel's tortured and conflicted mind finally succumbed to sleep.

*

Darius awoke in his own bed with the most fabulous erection. He had to admit that he had gotten way ahead of himself with Annabel on her first day, but the young woman had proven too gorgeous to resist. He allowed himself a few moments to relive the sensation of his cock sandwiched between her warm ass cheeks.

Oh Lord, I even licked her asshole!

Darius put his hand to his mouth to stifle a sudden burst of laughter. He realized how close he had been to actually mounting her from behind, and was glad that he had withstood the temptation. He doubted if the young missy was still a virgin, but it was a possibility. He would have to clarify that today. What mattered now was taking the bull by the horns while she was still in a state of shock. He couldn't afford to let her recover.

He climbed out of bed, threw on a robe, and then went into Annabel's room. There she was, the stuff of his dreams, sleeping soundly. Her head was turned to one side, her luxurious red tresses partly obscuring her graceful features. He crept a little closer to examine her semen-encrusted buttocks and then recorded the image with his Sure Shot.

With the flash of the camera, Annabel's eyes snapped open. She looked disoriented, no doubt expecting to wake up in her own bed at Pemberton Hall, but then she began to strain at her bonds, uttering mild ululations through the gag.

Darius parked himself beside her and stroked her hair out of her face.

"Good morning, Annabel," he said in a kindly manner. "I hope you slept well. I have a lot of fun and games lined up for you today."

*

Why am I still here? I should have left as soon as he untied me!

She had had every intention, and yet she had allowed Nash to deflate the penis gag and remove it from her mouth, un-cuff her wrists and ankles, and then guide her into the bathroom. She had already decided that if having a sexual relationship with Nash was the price of her fortune, then she would gladly forfeit everything. She was in love with Bobby, a handsome muscular sports jock, and her lithe young body was designed for a virile stud like him, not this ugly middle-aged man.

She stood in the bathroom in her jammies, and watched in horror as Nash allowed his bathrobe to slip over his shoulders and onto the floor. She held his gaze, willing herself not to look down at the erection that he was surely pointing at her.

"Raise your arms, Annabel," Nash said.

Sluggishly she did as she was told, and was temporarily blinded as he tugged the ill-fitting top over her head. Nash's eyes automatically dropped to her beautiful breasts and Annabel watched transfixed as his Adam's apple danced in his throat. Then he knelt and pulled her pajama bottoms down -- and they were suddenly both naked together for the first time!

Wordlessly he took her by the hand and they stepped into the tub. Nash pulled the shower curtain across and turned on the water. As he took Annabel gently by the shoulders and positioned her under the spray, the tip of his penis bumped against her thigh and she yelped in surprise.

While Nash poured liquid soap into his hands, Annabel felt the confines of the curtained tub closing in on her, but still she was unable to run. Inevitably, Nash started by soaping her breasts, and once again Annabel closed her eyes. 

Chapter Eighteen

I don't believe I'll ever get bored with these puppies! Darius thought happily, as he massaged Annabel's breasts.

She had her eyes screwed tight shut and her fists were clenched, but judging from the erect state of her swollen nipples she didn't look as though she was in any discomfort -- expect perhaps, that of her humiliation! He deliberately spent a long time on her boobs, lifting them up, squeezing them, and then rotating his palms slowly around her nubs before tugging on them and stretching them out -- which elicited a gasp from the wet and naked girl.

Eventually he re-soaped his hands and knelt down before her as if he was about to propose marriage -- but his intentions were nowhere near as gallant! Mesmerized by her stunning young body, he paused to scrutinize every dip and curve -- her trim little waist, her cute, indented bellybutton, her full hips, and her long, shapely legs. He marveled at the way the water dripped from her nipples and then ran in rivulets down her tight stomach and over her firm thighs.

Finally he turned his full attention to her compact little honeypot under its covering of soft, downy red hair. He had invaded her most private space before in this very bathtub of course, but then he had made sure to use the flannel as a buffer. Emboldened by the events of the previous day however, he now fully intended to delve inside her again, but this time with his bare fingers, flesh against flesh.

Tremulously he placed his soapy fingertip against Annabel's slit and immediately her eyes opened and she lurched backwards, banging her head against the tiling.

Darius waited anxiously. Had he finally gone to far?

*

He touched me there!

It was not the first time that he had probed her most sacred parts, but this time without the protection of the flannel, the sensation of his bare fingertip against her vulva had felt like an electric shock. Even after all she had been through, Annabel had still been clinging to the vain hope that he wouldn't really go all the way with her. Now she realized she was just being naïve and stupid. With every physical contact he was getting bolder, going a little further each time, in order to groom her for the inevitable ultimate act of intercourse!

She jammed herself into the corner as hard as she could, hoping for a reprieve of some sort. He was still kneeling below her and the running water obscured her view, but she felt the palm of his hand against her inner thigh, pushing it aside firmly and relentlessly until he had positioned her left foot on the rim of the tub.

Her tears began to flow, mixing with the shower spray, as he touched her again. This time she had nowhere to go as his digital invader wormed its way between her outer labia, drilling deeper until she let out an involuntary moan.

When she was fully impaled, Nash gently withdrew his finger almost completely, and then slid it back inside her again, seeking out her g-spot -- and to her mortification, finding it! In and out it went, his thumb pushing against her prepuce on each inward thrust, and inescapably she felt herself becoming lubricated as he increased his rhythm.

Annabel pressed her palms flat against the tiles and mewled through her clamped teeth as the arousal built inside her.

He's doing it again! she thought miserably. And this time he's going to make me come!

*

In a state of rapt delirium, Darius fixed his eyes upon Annabel's juicy wet cunt. He had planned to bring her to the point of orgasm and then deny her again, but once more this desirable young morsel was derailing his plans!

He could just about hear her guttural warbling over the noise of the shower, and as he upped the tempo of his finger-fucking, her thighs began to shake and her stomach muscles twitched. He turned his head to one side and pressed his cheek against her flat belly whilst continuing to pump his hand back and forth.

He could hear her stomach juices gurgling and could feel her breasts bouncing on top of his head as her climax approached. Suddenly she squealed and gripped his hair, and then her foot slipped off the rim, and the next moment she was sliding down into the tub with him. She quivered and jerked and slapped him on the back of her head but still he kept on, adding a second finger now, slipping in and out of her slick cunt with ease.

With water cascading over their naked bodies, they lay in the tub in a ungainly embrace. Annabel's left leg was draped over the side, leaving her inflamed pussy open as Darius sought to bring her to another peak. Somehow he had one of her nipples clamped between his teeth, and he pulled at it, making her squeal in pain.

He rose up onto his knees, pulled his fingers out of her sopping pussy, and turned off the shower faucet. Annabel was staring up at him with wild, big eyes, her shiny breasts rising and falling with each juddering breath. He looked down at her puffed-up labia surrounded by matted red hair, and knew that he could quite easily mount her right now with his rigid cockhead just inches away from her Holy Grail.

But there was something not quite right. By lying there in a posture of apparent submission, she was actually subtly turning the tables on him. He had already lost his self-control, and with it, most of his dignity. By succumbing to her overwhelming charms, it would appear as if he needed her, and that was not the impression he wanted to create at all -- and it was a situation that needed to be immediately redressed. 

Chapter Nineteen

Waiting -- but not at all ready -- for the worst, Annabel watched in amazement as Nash slowly rose to his feet and stepped out of the tub. He had a glowering look on his face that seemed to intimate that she had done something wrong.

She remained supine, legs asunder, too surprised and relieved to think about covering herself up, and she watched him apprehensively, wondering what the hell was going on in that depraved mind right now.

Nash stood naked in the middle of the bathroom and turned to face her. Aware of his aroused condition, she kept her eyes on his. There was something very disquieting about the way he was regarding her, and now she covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.

Finally, he spoke. "Do you see what you have done?"

Oh shit, the authority figure is back!

Not understanding, Annabel remained silent.

"Get out of the tub."

Still keeping her hands strategically placed, Annabel maneuvered herself into a standing position and then gingerly stepped out onto the vinyl-covered floor.

Apparently attempting to make his meaning clearer, Nash glanced down towards his groin. "Look at what you have done, Annabel."

The penny had dropped, but there was no way she could bring herself to look.

"You know the penalty for failing to obey me," he warned her.

Oh, no, I can't look at it!

"If you don't acknowledge the problem you have caused, I'm going downstairs..."

"Okay, okay!"

Grimacing, she allowed her eyes to drop down to Nash's midriff. He had a fairly substantial belly which was covered with a layer of dark, coarse hair. Below it, protruding from a thick, curly black nest, his excited member jutted towards her. Horrified, she immediately looked back up at his face.

"I said, look at it!" Nash snapped irritably. "This is all your doing."

How is it my fault? Annabel thought helplessly.

Again she reluctantly lowered her eyes. It was thick and quite long, and it curved upwards like a banana with a glistening purple plum on the end.

Gross!

"As you are responsible," Nash said, "I think you should do something about it, don't you?"

*

It was as much as he could manage to keep the quiver of excitement out of his voice. Once more he was going to test the limits of her endurance, but more importantly, he was in the process of manipulating the situation so that it would appear as if she were the guilty party.

"Come over here and get on your knees, and have a good close look at what you have created with your disgusting performance in the shower."

She glanced up at him and almost spoke back, but then thinking better of it, shuffled forward and dropped to her knees so that her face was inches from his swollen bell-end. He looked down at her, and seeing that she was focused upon his navel, shouted, "Look at it!"

Annabel jumped at his command, and lips trembling, directed her gaze at his proud member. Her mortification only served to arouse Darius further, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Now that she was on her knees before him, the fun and games could begin.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Knowing better than to look away, Annabel kept her pretty eyes on his erect cock and mumbled, "I... I don't know."

"Then let me help you," Darius said. "You say 'I am sorry for sexually arousing you with my disgraceful behavior in the shower, Mr. Nash.'"

After a moment's delay while she was evidently weighing up the unfairness of what he was making her say, Annabel repeated the absurd statement.

"And I deserve to be punished for it," he added.

Almost choking on the words, Annabel reiterated her guilt.

"Very well," Darius said. "But before your punishment begins, you'll have to take care of the problem you have created."

He swallowed, and yet again braced himself for her sudden flight.

"Do you understand what I have just said?"

Annabel's only response was a single tear rolling down her crimson cheek.

*

Above her, Annabel's tormentor said, "Hurry up girl, I haven't got all day."

It was obvious what he wanted, but she had to ask him anyway. "What do you want me to do?"

His verbal torment was relentless. "What do you think, dummy?"

With a low sigh, Annabel raised her hand, and with shaking fingers, wrapped it around his shaft. It had finally happened, and the cruel bastard had engineered it so that she was the initiator of this latest vile act between them. His silence told her to get on with it, and so she began to slowly masturbate him, something she had only ever performed on Bobby before.

She could hear his breathing quickening as she slid her fingers up and down, and belatedly remembering that she was directly in the line of fire, she pulled her face away.

"Get back in place," Nash breathed huskily.

Annabel squeezed out another desolate tear as she comprehended what his intention was.

Oh, you sick pig!

But he wasn't finished there. "Open your mouth."

Shocked, Annabel halted her pumping action.

"Do it!" he hissed.

She could have let go, could have stood up there and then and walked away from her fortune, but she didn't. Something was compelling her to stay and finish the task. Maybe it was the fact that if she went now, everything she had already endured would have been for nothing. Or was it the fear of him distributing those humiliating pictures of her to her friends? She was no longer sure of what she was doing or why, so she just fixed upon the only constant that made sense anymore.

Think of the money!

Feeling like a two-bit whore, Annabel opened her mouth. She could no longer see his glans, and now she stared blankly at his fat stomach, trying not to retch at the sensation of his skin moving under her fingers as she worked his stiff cock.

She heard Nash issue a low, guttural grunt, and in the next instant the first spurt of his seed hit the back of her throat. Instinctively she let go of his dick and jerked her face away, but not before the second salvo hit her on the nose.

"Ugh!" Annabel gagged and tried to hawk up Nash's briny issue, but to her utter dismay he had already clamped his hand over her mouth. 

Chapter Twenty

What a sight!

As Darius came down from the throes of his heady orgasm, he gazed in wonder at his beautiful young victim. A white sticky glob of his spunk dangled from her cute little nose. She remained kneeling, and although he had his hand over her mouth, incredibly she wasn't fighting to get free. Her glistening eyes were focused upon his navel, and she was making strange little mewling noises as she struggled not to swallow his semen. Poor thing! Why did she think he was forcing her to keep her mouth shut?

"Swallow."

She mumbled something through his fingers and shook her head.

"You're already going to be punished for masturbating in the shower, so I suggest you don't make things worse for yourself. Swallow."

He felt her hot breath streaming out of her nostrils onto his hand as she contemplated this latest disgusting outrage.

"We'll stay here like this until you do as I say," Darius admonished her. "But let me tell you that you have already made your punishment worse."

Annabel made a plaintive gurgle and then Darius watched her neck muscles contract as she gulped his ejaculate down into her stomach.

The seal of our intimate bonding!

Darius could never have dreamed of achieving so much, so soon! Satisfied that she hadn't faked it, he removed his hand and she let out a spluttering gasp.

"Did it taste good?"

Annabel didn't respond, but the defeat in her eyes was plain to see. How would she ever be able to recover from this? Even though they hadn't had intercourse, and her lips hadn't actually touched his glans, they had climaxed in turn whilst naked together in the bathroom. You couldn't get much closer as a couple than that!

But Darius' depraved imagination was already dreaming up so much more.

*

Back in her bedroom, Annabel waited while Nash flipped through her clothes rack for her new outfit for the day. He had put his robe back on thank God, but she couldn't shake the image of his flabby, hairy body from her mind -- in particular, his thick, veiny, purple-headed penis!

So much had occurred since her arrival that she was having trouble on focusing. She felt as though she had already been here a year, and Pemberton Hall seemed like a distant memory. She understood amidst her distress that she was in danger of being totally eclipsed by this odious man. Somewhere, somehow, she was going to have to remain focused on her prize. In a year's time, she would be rich and independent -- then she could plot her revenge.

Meanwhile she stood naked and feeling quite nauseous at the though of his sperm settling in her stomach while this complete stranger laid her clothes out on the bed.

She supposed she shouldn't have been shocked after what she had been through, but the ridiculously skimpy cosplay maid's uniform still caught her unawares.

"Put it on," Nash commanded, whilst ferreting through one of the closet drawers.