Annabel and Mr. Nash Pt. 04

"Think about our conversation, Annabel," Darius said carefully. "Friends come and go, but your inheritance is forever."

Annabel's knees were shaking and her cheeks had again turned their now-familiar bright red.

Darius held out his hand again. "So, what's it going to be?"

With a final moan of despair, Annabel put her trembling fingers into the palm of Darius' hand, and they walked to the patio. 

Chapter Forty-Four

Annabel wished the ground would open up and swallow her as Helen stood to greet them. All of the select members of her inner sanctum were here -- the beautiful crowd whom she had permitted to associate with her! She had always, in a condescending way, accepted them as her friends, but now they looked anything but genial as they each regarded her unattractive, elderly boyfriend, and her peculiar get-up with a mixture of shock and distaste. The only person smiling was that jealous bitch Helen, and why wouldn't she be? Bobby was sure to have told them about Annabel's message by now.

Bobby!

Annabel glanced at him nervously, and was devastated to see the look of utter contempt in his eyes. Realizing that she was still holding Nash's hand, she tried to pull away, but he gripped her tighter, and so she stood unhappily beside him as they made their introductions.

"Mr. Nash," Helen stood and offered her hand. "It's very nice to meet you."

"And you too, Helen. Please call me Darius."

Through her tortured haze, Annabel picked up something complicit in the way they spoke to each other -- and then it suddenly hit her that this whole thing was a set up.

She knows! Nash has told her about our arrangement, and she's going to use it to get Bobby!

"Annabel, honey, how are you? We've all been so worried," Helen said.

Annabel stiffened, but sensing Nash watching her, forced a feeble smile. "I'm fine thank you, Helen."

Helen greeted Barclay, and then introduced everyone else. Despite her efforts at joviality, there was a noticeable tension in the air, and the awkward silence was broken when Bobby suddenly snapped, "This guy, Annabel? You dumped me for him?"

Annabel looked around at them all hopelessly. She desperately wanted to tell them the truth. Surely they must realize that there was no way on earth she could have fallen for a revolting old man like Nash. But they were all awaiting her answer, and mournfully she knew that there was only one she could give.

Feeling just two feet high, she mumbled, "Yes Bobby. I'm sorry, but I love him."

Another astounded silence followed, during which Bobby's eyes angrily flitted from Annabel's face to Nash's and back again.

"This is bullshit!" he snarled. "I'm out of here!"

As he stormed off, Helen chased after him, shouting, "Bobby! Wait up!"

Nash cleared his throat and said, "Perhaps coming here wasn't such a good idea. We should go."

When nobody immediately objected, Nash squeezed Annabel's fingers painfully, and remembering the ground rules, she asked, "Please can we stay?"

*

Alastair was inwardly delighted at the drama that was unfolding before him. He had had the pleasure of waiting upon all of these obnoxious brats at some time or another at Pemberton Hall, and they had all treated him in the same offhand manner that Annabel had. How he wished that Nash could find a way to lure them into his depraved world of sexual humiliation -- or the girls, at least.

Surreptitiously checking them out, he once more felt a stirring in his nether regions as he visualized them being put through their paces by Nash and his wicked housekeeper. They were all extremely attractive girls -- Chelsea, dark-haired, slender, and pert-breasted; Alisha, a stunning African-American, with almond-shaped eyes and enormous breasts that strained at her bikini-top; and Samantha, her platinum-dyed hair cropped short, a diamond stud in her navel, and legs that went on forever.

The three boys, Trent, Drew, and Josh, all looked as though they had stepped out of the pages of a glossy magazine too, and it was Trent who spoke first. "Hey man, look, if Helen invited you, then pull up a seat. What's your poison?"

"Well if you're sure there won't be a problem...?" Nash said, and Alastair grinned inwardly.

The devious old bastard is certainly a good actor!

"Nah!" Trent moved behind the makeshift bar. "Helen will calm Bobby down."

"Okay then," Nash said cautiously. "But Annabel is a little overdressed. Is there somewhere she can change into her swimsuit?"

"There's a bathroom through those French windows. Can't miss it."

"Barclay," Nash said. "Would you please escort Annabel to the bathroom?"

"Of course, Mr. Nash," Alastair said. "After you, Miss Annabel."

Alastair found it difficult to keep a straight face as he led the red-faced girl into the house -- with everybody except Nash watching them in shocked amazement.

*

"So how did you two guys, um... get together?" Alisha asked, eyeing Darius suspiciously as he sipped his drink.

"As I explained to Helen," Darius said, "Annabel's aunt has hired me to supervise her for a year."

"Yeah, but why?" asked Drew.

Darius cleared his throat, feigning uneasiness. "Well, as you probably know, Annabel is due to inherit a sizeable trust fund when she comes of age, and her aunt is afraid that she is too... immature to handle that sort of money. My job is to, shall we say, guide her in the right direction."

Trent, who had returned to the grill, said, "Got to say, the old lady's got a point."

"Please," Samantha said to him. "Like you are all grown up!"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to become a rich bitch without having to work for it."

"What I don't understand," said Chelsea, "is how much she has changed! It doesn't make any sense. I mean, Annabel was always the life and soul of the party, but she hardly said a word just now! And those awful clothes!"

"Yeah, like what have you been doing to her, man?" asked Josh, and Darius was sure he detected a hint of amusement in the young man's tone.

In fact, he had been watching them all very closely since they had first laid eyes on the 'new' Annabel, trying to gauge exactly what they really felt about her. During his hours spent eavesdropping on their internet conversations, he had picked up more than a couple of caustic remarks regarding her prior arrogance and vanity, which had given him a slight indication that they might just be enticed into becoming willing accomplices in her downfall.

"Actually, I was asked to instill in her a sense of responsibility and discipline, and I was surprised at how quickly she has accepted her new position." He leaned forward and said in a conspiratorial voice. "In fact, I have discovered that she actually enjoys being told what to do."

"So you told her to say she was in love with you?" asked Alisha.

"Oh no, not at all. But I suspect that this infatuation is a by-product of her newly discovered desire to be controlled."

"So let me get this straight," said Drew. "Somehow, you have awakened some deeply hidden submissive yearnings in her, and she gets turned on by being ordered around?"

"As bizarre as it sounds, that is correct," Darius said. For Alisha's benefit, he added, "The reason I am telling you all of this, is so that you won't be taken by surprise by her behavior today. I would greatly appreciate it if you would all pretend to go along with her somewhat kinky games."

"Annabel, taking orders?" laughed Samantha. "I can't wait to see this!"

Darius leaned back happily, as his suspicions were finally confirmed. This group of spoiled brats were like hyenas! Their so-called friendships were just a façade to mask the bitter rivalry that festered below the surface. If he had calculated correctly -- and he usually did -- by the time this little gathering was in full swing, the girls would be wallowing in Annabel's misery, and the boys would be getting to know her a lot more intimately than they had ever dreamed of! 

Chapter Forty-Five

When they reached the bathroom door, Annabel went to take the beach bag from Barclay but he made no effort to release it.

Belatedly understanding his intention, Annabel said, "There's no need for you to come in with me."

"Is that so?" Barclay whispered. "Don't make the mistake of believing this play-acting, missy. The rules have changed now, and don't you forget it. I fucked you last week, and I'm going to keep on fucking you for as long as Darius allows it. So you can drop your pretenses and do exactly as I say, or I will inform Darius of your misbehavior immediately!"

Barclay's outburst was so unexpected, that Annabel could only stare at him incredulously. She had come to accept Nash and Mrs. Craddock's authority, but it had never occurred to her that she would be taking orders from her former manservant!

During her long session in Nash's study before they had left, Nash had given her a set of rules to abide by. One of them, heartbreakingly, was to shun Bobby at all times, and to make it obvious to one and all that she absolutely doted on Nash. She had also been instructed not to initiate any conversation, and to answer any questions briefly, without in any way indicating that she was acting against her will. The most perplexing instruction however, was that she was to comply with any request given to her by anybody unless Nash indicated otherwise.

She couldn't possibly imagine any of her friends wanting her to do anything for them, so she didn't fully understand the point. But now, here was Barclay, rudely telling her that he would be joining her in the bathroom! If she refused, then she would be technically breaking Nash's rules! Forlornly, she turned and went into the bathroom and Barclay followed, locking the door behind them.

*

Even though he had already once had the pleasure of enjoying Annabel's lovely body, Alastair could not suppress a shiver of excitement as his prey stood timidly before him. Unlike at the poker night, this time he was in control. He didn't want to arouse everyone's suspicions by taking too long, so he got straight to it. "Okay, Miss Annabel, lets get you out of your clothes."

After a brief delay, Annabel started to turn away, but he said, "Uh-uh, young lady. Facing me, and no covering yourself with your hands either."

Alastair watched rapturously as once again, the object of his desire began to undress in front of him. First she stepped out of her shoes, and then slowly rolled down her ankle socks. When her legs and feet were bare, she hesitated, but then unbuttoned the blouse and shrugged it over her shoulders. To Alastair's surprise and delight, she wasn't wearing a bra. She managed to stop herself from covering her succulent nipples, before undoing her skirt and then allowing it to drop to the floor. She straightened up in front of him, arms at her sides, and eyes lowered.

Alastair stared in amazement at her freshly shaven mound. "My goodness, Annabel," he breathed. "Your 'lady garden' has gone! Well, lets have a look at what we've got for you in here."

He rummaged in the bag until he found her swimming costume and held it up for them both to inspect. Annabel's face immediately fell, while Alastair's broke out into a wicked grin. Darius had done himself proud yet again by selecting a black micro bikini that was clearly way too small to accommodate Annabel's generous bust!

"Here you are," he said, handing it to the stricken girl.

In spite of her obvious qualms, it was marginally better than being naked, and she didn't waste any time squeezing into the snug outfit. She pulled the skimpy g-string up between her legs and tied the strings, and although the tiny triangle of lycra just about covered her smoothly shaven vulva, its shape was clearly defined. She took a lot longer wrestling her sizeable breasts into the bikini top, and try as she might, it proved impossible to get them all in, leaving two half-moons of flesh exposed underneath the material.

"You look delightful," Alastair mocked the shamefaced girl. "Now you are ready to go out and play with your friends."

Annabel glanced anxiously at the door, her expression making it clear that that was the last thing she wanted to do in this revealing little ensemble! Well, no problem, there was something that Alastair badly needed from her first anyway. Without preamble, he unzipped his fly and produced his erect member. Annabel's eyes automatically flickered down before she quickly looked away again.

"Please, Barclay," she said. "Don't make me do this."

"Come on, it's not like you haven't had it in your mouth before," he said.

Evidently realizing that resistance was futile, Annabel dropped to her knees, and then Alastair placed his hands on her head as she squeamishly wrapped her lips around his penis for the second time in her life.

*

Annabel immediately detected a palpable change in the air when they re-emerged on the back patio. There had been a stilted atmosphere earlier as her friends had tried to process Annabel's uncharacteristically humble demeanor and bizarre attire. But in the fifteen minutes or so that she had been in the bathroom with Barclay, it looked, to her dismay, as though they were actually warming to Nash, and everyone was chatting quite freely now.

She was still trying not to throw up after having just swallowed Barclay's semen. If anything, it had been even more unpleasant than their public coupling on the strip poker night. At least then he had seemed entranced by her. This time he had guided her movements by roughly manipulating her head back and forth, and on several occasions, holding his hot, hard penis deep inside her throat until she had been forced to frantically slap his thighs to get him to release her.

That hideous memory was receding rapidly now as they approached the pool deck. How could she possibly let them see her in this revealing get-up? On the way over, she had tried to prepare herself for the coming ordeal. Her friends, the very people whom she had lorded it over for the past five years, were going to watch her being treated like a retarded bimbo! In spite of her addled and wretched state of mind, she had managed to remind herself that deep-down, she really didn't care about them, and that when this nightmare was over, she would at least be able to start anew somewhere else.

But right now, that counted for little as Samantha looked up and gasped, "Oh, my God!"

All heads turned as one, each with an initial expression of shock that was quickly replaced by undisguised amusement. Her cheeks on fire, Annabel now understood that nobody was going to come to her rescue. All of those years of arrogant boasting and one-upmanship were going to come back and haunt her with a vengeance. And yet, as much as she longed to curl up and die on the spot, some unknown force propelled her forward to face her ultimate humiliation. 

Chapter Forty-Six

As Annabel walked stiffly towards them in her undersized two-piece, Darius discreetly observed the reactions of her peers. After their initial surprise, they were now wearing fascinated grins on their faces, except for the beautiful black girl, Alisha, who stared open-mouthed at Annabel and said, "What in God's name are you almost wearing?"

Annabel came to a halt and stood awkwardly beside Darius' sunlounger. As per his instructions she was trying to keep a sweet smile on her face, but he could see the anguish in her eyes. He wanted her to feel humiliated of course, but his main objective was to create the impression that Annabel was behaving this way of her own free will. Her friends must have suspected that he had some kind of a hold over her, but if Darius was reading their faces correctly, they seemed prepared to overlook their suspicions so that they could enjoy the forthcoming show. The only person who appeared dubious was Alisha, but as long as Annabel remembered her lines, there really wasn't anything she could do about it.

"I picked it out for her," Darius said.

"Couldn't you at least have chosen something that fits?" asked Chelsea incredulously.

"I believe that a beautiful body like Annabel's deserves to be on show," Darius said. "And Annabel agrees, don't you, dear?"

Annabel maintained her fragile smile and meekly nodded.

He patted his thigh and said, "Sit down, my dear."

Her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of crimson, Annabel lowered her pretty ass and settled onto Darius' lap. He put his arms around her waist and, after a brief hesitation, she responded by draping her left arm around his shoulder.

"If you give me a kiss, I'll let you have a soda. Would you like that?" Darius said.

Annabel nodded again, and haltingly tilted her head until their lips touched. Darius opened his mouth and, as a confirmation of their intimate relationship, pushed his tongue between Annabel's lips. He felt her instinctively try to pull away, but he gripped her waist firmly until she eventually yielded her mouth to his. Her breath was hot in his throat as their tongues met, and his dick sprang to attention under her buttocks.

When they finally broke apart, Darius said, "Well? What do you have to say?"

She looked into his eyes pleadingly, but Darius wasn't going to let her off the hook.

"Annabel, remember your manners."

She drew a trembling breath and said, "Thank you for my kiss, Mr. Nash."

*

Trent spat a mouthful of beer onto the patio. "Mr. Nash?"

"We've decided that Annabel should always address her elders in a respectful manner," Nash said. "She has confided in me that she missed having an authority figure around when she was growing up, and I am more than happy to fill that role if she so wishes."

"She never mentioned anything like this before," Alisha said.

"Well, as I explained earlier, we've unearthed a number of deeply concealed idiosyncrasies in her personality over the past couple of weeks."

Listening to the unfolding conversation, Alastair was quite impressed at what a skilled manipulator Nash was proving to be. He had even managed to lure the skeptical Alisha into talking about Annabel as if she wasn't even there!

Meanwhile Annabel's face was a masterpiece as she struggled to preserve the brainless grin on her lips while her pretense at loving happiness was being betrayed by the constant blush in her cheeks and the look of sheer mortification in her eyes. Surely her friends must have spotted her contradictory expression -- so why hadn't anybody mentioned it?

Alastair had spent many an hour serving drinks and snacks to these kids at Pemberton Hall, and he had often wondered what they really thought of Annabel as she had shown off in her fabulous home. Whether they bought any part of Nash's story or not, it looked as though the were becoming aware of an opportunity here to bring the mighty Miss Annabel down from her high-horse with a resounding bump -- a fall from which she would never recover!

There was something else noticeable about Annabel's body language as she sat on Nash's lap -- the absurdly small bikini top was losing its battle to protect her ample breasts, and the twin bulges of flesh underneath were slowly escaping their confinement. Annabel must have been all too aware of this, because Alastair noticed that she was unsuccessfully trying to free her arm from around Nash's neck. All too soon, her nipples would be ready to reveal themselves, and a quick glance around the patio confirmed that the rest of the boys were surreptitiously awaiting that exquisite moment too!

Whilst observing this subtle interplay, Alastair had tuned out of the dialogue, but his musings were rudely interrupted when somebody behind him exclaimed, "You have got to be shitting me!"

Looking around, he discovered that Helen had managed to persuade Bobby to return to the party.

*

Trent handed Annabel a glass of cola with a pink drinking straw. "Here you go. Are you sure you don't want something stronger?."