Annabel and Mr. Nash Pt. 05

Unlike the first two weeks, when she either completed her ablutions alone, or under Mrs. Craddock's supervision, now she had to shower with Nash -- which also meant soaping, rinsing, and drying him -- before dressing in her maid's uniform and preparing his breakfast. After he had eaten, Nash would either retire to his den, or -- if Annabel was lucky -- go out on an errand if Mrs. Craddock was on duty. After her housework was completed, there might be an odd job to perform in the garage or garden, followed by a tiring exercise and posture session, for which she would have to change into her undersized leotard. The evenings would be spent attending to whatever whim took Nash's fancy. This might take the form of a neck massage, manicure or pedicure, serving him drinks or snacks, or merely sitting quietly at his feet while he watched television or read.

Then would come the part that Annabel dreaded the most -- bedtime. Her constant state of arousal was reaching almost unbearable proportions now, and to her utter mortification, as she went about her duties, she would catch herself secretly anticipating the disgusting nightly sex sessions she was forced to perform with Nash. Such was her need for release, that as disgusting as she found the act itself, her carnal yearnings would quickly take over, and she would eagerly bring herself to orgasm after shuddering orgasm. After they were done, Annabel would collapse into an ashamed and exhausted sleep until she opened her eyes the next morning, and then her demeaning daily cycle would begin again.

Annabel accepted this new submissive lifestyle with a dull resignation, and operated under the premise that if she managed to please both Nash and Mrs. Craddock in their respective ways, she might be spared any further sexual humiliations involving people from outside.

That fragile hope was cruelly shattered the day that Tom Craddock arrived to pick up his wife.

*

Annabel was hanging out the laundry and thinking about her phone call with Aunt Sissy earlier that morning. It had been an unexpected opportunity to talk to her aunt, but before dialing, Nash had given her a detailed briefing on how the conversation should proceed. Very quickly, Annabel had understood that there would be no chance of passing on a coded message about what was happening to her, and as Nash had sat with his cheek pressed against hers, she had miserably reassured Aunt Sissy that everything was going along just as Nash had described it.

Today Annabel was dressed in one of her alternative outfits, a red and white checked tea towel tied around her waist, with another matching piece covering her breasts. As usual, the inadequate pieces of cloth barely hid her charms, and the brisk late summer breeze kept lifting up her 'skirt' whenever she reached up for the clothesline.

Clasping two wooden clothes pegs between her lips, Annabel was on tiptoe holding up one of Nash's shirts when she heard Tom Craddock's voice behind her.

"Hey, kiddo! Remember me?"

Annabel froze, aware that her skirt was riding up high enough to expose the lower half of her buttocks.

How could I forget? You had your penis in my mouth! I was forced to swallow your sperm! You sucked my nipples and pushed lime wedges up my asshole!

"Damn, I'd forgotten what a lovely butt you have!" Craddock leered. "I can see your cunt lips, you know?"

Annabel spun around and held Nash's shirt up in front of her. "How did you get in here?"

Such was Nash's confidence in his total domination of Annabel by now, that he had gone off on an errand, leaving Annabel unattended in the house -- and his belief was fully justified because it had never entered her head to try and leave. What purpose would that serve after all that she had endured so far? But she had never expected anyone else to come in -- particularly as she had checked herself to make sure the door was locked.

"Is Mrs. Craddock back?" she asked cautiously.

"Nuh-uh. But I'm taking her to her sister's for the weekend and she told me to wait for her here."

Annabel looked at the key in his hand and her heart began to race. Her and this fat little pervert alone in the house together? For how long? Nash and Mrs. Craddock had only been gone for an hour!

"So," Craddock said, snatching the shirt away. "You want to show me the rest?"

*

Annabel instinctively made a run for it, but as she passed him, Craddock caught the knot on the side of her wraparound and it easily came away in his hand, leaving her naked from the waist down. She bounded barefoot across the back patio and slammed into the locked back door.

"Oops!" Craddock sniggered. "Must have accidentally turned the latch. We'll just have to wait for them to get back. Now, how are we going to amuse ourselves?"

Annabel slid down the door, and hugged her knees to her chest. "Please, I have to finish my chores or I'll be punished."

"That's okay," Craddock said, examining Nash's shirt. "Washing day, huh? Come on, don't be scared. I'll help you."

Annabel warily watched him like a cornered animal.

"You really don't have any choice," Craddock said, lowering the shirt towards the freshly cut lawn "If you don't let me play with you, I won't let you finish your job."

Annabel looked at Nash's shirt in horror. If there was so much as a single grass stain on there, she would be in serious trouble!

"Okay, have it your way," Craddock said, reaching for the laundry basket.

"No!" Annabel leaped to her feet, her hands covering her naked pubes. "You promise... you promise you won't do anything?"

The fat, bald man grinned nastily. "I promise I'll let you finish hanging out your laundry, that's all."

Annabel let out an exasperated sob. It's going to happen again! This hateful little man knows I have no choice! And when he touches me, I know that my disgusting body is going to betray me too!

Warily, she approached him and accepted the proffered shirt. When Craddock reached for her top, she reflexively shrunk back.

"Come on baby," he said. "Uncle Tom wants to play!"

With a disheartened sigh, Annabel stepped forward and allowed Craddock to untie the top. He gazed at her exposed nipples and said, "Look at you, all puffed up and ready for action!"

He leaned forward and kissed each of her swollen nubs, sending an unwanted tingle of pleasure down Annabel's spine.

"Carry on, then," he said, and so Annabel was forced to hang out the washing in the nude, while Mrs. Craddock's lecherous husband looked on. 

Chapter Fifty-Five

Her cheeks glowing, Annabel picked up two wooden clothes pegs and reached up to hang Nash's shirt on the line. As she raised her arms, Craddock moved up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, causing her to jump.

"Easy, baby," Craddock said, his breath hot on her neck. "Don't mind me, just concentrate of finishing your work before my wife gets back."

While Annabel pegged the shirt, Craddock slid his hands around to her flat stomach and then up over her breasts. Annabel's breathing quickened as his fingers found her hardened nipples.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "You're really up for it, aren't you?"

Just as Annabel had feared, her treacherous body was already responding to Craddock's touch, and she could feel herself becoming damp between the legs.

"Please," she gasped. "I have to finish this first."

I have to finish this first? Annabel thought in horror. What the hell did I just say? I don't want this disgusting little man to touch me... do I?

"Okay, a deal's a deal. Work first, play later," Craddock said, and with a light kiss on her shoulder he released her sensitive nipples.

In spite of the fact that Craddock had already seen every detail of her anatomy before, Annabel demurely kept her thighs pressed together as she picked up a pair of Nash's underpants. When she reached into the basket however, Craddock beat her to it and snatched up a handful of clothes pegs. When Annabel straightened up, he said, "Turn around a moment. I want to try something."

Her heart pounding, Annabel did as she was told.

"Stay perfectly still," Craddock instructed, and then to Annabel's astonishment and outrage, he clipped a peg to her right earlobe.

"Ow! That hurts!" she said, reaching up.

Craddock pulled her wrist away and grinned up at her. "It suits you, he said. Have another one."

*

Annabel stood helplessly naked in the afternoon sun, as Craddock snapped a second peg on her other earlobe. Apart from the fact that they pinched her painfully, she knew that she must look absolutely ridiculous! But her latest tormentor was far from done. As Annabel stood meekly before him, Craddock went into a kind of childish frenzy, and began decorating her ears with the wooden pegs.

Annabel winced each time another one was clipped on, and by the time he stopped to admire his handiwork, Craddock had attached five pegs around the edges of each of Annabel's ears. Tears of pain and shame welled up in her eyes, but still Craddock continued with his depraved little game.

"Aah!" Annabel flinched as he stuck a peg on her stiff right nipple.

"Eek!" Craddock followed up by pegging her left teat.

"Ooh! That's sore!" Annabel whimpered. "Please take them off!"

Craddock had a familiar glazed look in his eye as he pulled one more peg out of the basket. "We'll have to do something about that wagging tongue of yours. Stick it out."

"No," Annabel moaned desperately. "I'll be good. I'll... I'll suck your cock!"

"My, haven't we turned into a dirty little slut?" Craddock chuckled. "Now stick it out."

Despairingly, Annabel opened her mouth and offered him her tongue.

"Not like that. Stick it out further, and keep it flat," Craddock said, peering inside her mouth.

"Hungh!" Annabel braced herself as Craddock squeezed the wooden peg open, and then tantalizingly slowly, closed it onto her tongue.

"Hagh!"

My God, that hurts!

"Very good," Craddock said, appraising his sadistic efforts. "Get back to work then."

Unable to retract her tongue, Annabel immediately started to drool as she returned to her embarrassing, and now painful, task.

*

Feeling idiotic beyond words, her nipples, ears and tongue hurting unbearably, Annabel hurried to hang out the remainder of Nash's laundry. Each time she bent down to retrieve an item of clothing, she felt Craddock's wandering hands squeezing her buttocks or tickling her pudendal cleft.

She already understood that he intended to have her when she was done, but what actually worried her more was Mrs. Craddock's impending return. If she came back now, perhaps Annabel would be spared from Tom Craddock's lewd attentions, but a far worse scenario would be getting caught in the act.

Locked out of the house, Annabel was now at Craddock's mercy. Nervously, she turned to face him. The loathsome toad licked his lips eagerly as he tugged on the pegs clamping Annabel's nipples.

"Hah!" Annabel cried out in pain as a line of saliva swung from her chin.

Without speaking, Craddock took Annabel by the wrist and guided her over to one of the garden chairs.

"Bend over and hold onto the arms," he hissed.

As Annabel despondently complied, she felt Craddock's hands on the inside of her thighs, pulling them wider apart until she was offering him an uninterrupted view of her naked rear. Hearing the sound of Craddock's zipper, Annabel closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the back of the chair. Then with her pegged tongue hanging out of her mouth, she could do nothing but listen to the afternoon birdsong as Craddock casually entered her. 

Chapter Fifty-Six

Craddock took his time, slowly drawing his penis in and out of her, obviously secure in the knowledge that Annabel was his to play with at his leisure. Even as recently as a week ago, Annabel would have been horrified to think that she would submit so readily to such a disgusting old man. But she had now sunk to such a low level of self-esteem that being fucked from behind in the open air seemed to be no more than she deserved. At least this time, there weren't any witnesses.

The other thing though, was almost more shameful than she could bear -- her pussy was sopping wet, and she was actually pushing back with each of Craddock's thrusts in order to maximize his penetration.

He's right! She thought woefully. I'm a slut!

Annabel could hear Craddock panting as he picked up the pace. Then his stubby fingers tightened around her sides, and with a guttural moan, he erupted inside her. Annabel raised her head and she stamped her bare feet on the flagstones, as she too, reached her climax.

"God, that felt good!" Craddock exclaimed.

"Aah!" Annabel replied, the peg on her tongue waggling in the air.

A bewildering feeling of carnal bliss mixed with a disturbing sense of remorse flooded through her as she slowly descended from her high. There was no denying that she had really needed that release, but what a demeaning way to get it! This wasn't lovemaking! She had simply been used as a receptacle for Craddock's disgusting cum!

As he pulled his prick out of her, Annabel opened her eyes and then froze in shock -- Nash and Mrs. Craddock had returned, and were watching them from the kitchen window!

*

As the back door opened, Annabel's legs began to shake uncontrollably.

Oh, shit! She saw me fucking her husband!

As Nash and Mrs. Craddock approached, Annabel straightened up and reached up to remove the peg from her tongue.

"Don't touch it!" Mrs. Craddock snapped, her face like thunder. "Hands by your sides!"

Rigid with fear, Annabel immediately stood to attention, highly conscious of Tom Craddock's sperm trickling down the inside of her thigh.

"Thomas, what is the meaning of this?"

Hurriedly zipping himself up, Tom Craddock breathlessly said, "It wasn't me, my dear. She seduced me!"

"Is that so?" Mrs. Craddock glared at Annabel who, unable to make a coherent response, frantically shook her head.

"She was hanging out the washing and I merely came out to say hello," Craddock explained. "The next thing I knew, she had stripped off her clothes and opened my fly. I'm sorry darling, but I just couldn't resist her persistent advances. Can you forgive me?"

Dimly, Annabel understood that this was yet another debauched game, but so intense was her terror of the old woman, that she desperately tried to absolve herself.

"Nng!" she gurgled, still shaking her head from side to side.

"What?" Mrs. Craddock snapped.

"I... int... oo.. it!"

Nash, who had been quietly admiring the clothes pegs adorning Annabel's nude body, said, "Are you accusing Tom of being a liar?"

Annabel stopped shaking her head and looked at him tearfully as she realized that she had stepped into yet another of Nash's traps. Of course this had all been pre-planned! She was once more the unwilling victim of one of their perverted sports.

Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head a little less enthusiastically this time.

"In that case you have earned yourself a severe punishment for being such a profligate nymphomaniac. And with a married man, as well!"

But he was at the strip poker game! Annabel screamed in her head. He pushed lime wedges up my ass!

"Mrs. Craddock," Nash said. "Perhaps you'd like to accompany me upstairs where we can discuss Annabel's punishment."

After they had been left alone, Tom Craddock snuggled up behind Annabel and cupped her breasts in his hands. He buried his face in her long, red hair, and said, "I hope you enjoyed your fucking, because oh, boy, are you going to pay for it now!"

*

When they returned to the back yard, Annabel was as they had left her, naked and shaking with fear, her pegged tongue ludicrously poking out of her mouth, and her ears and nipples also crowned with wooden pegs, while Tom Craddock sat on one of the garden chairs pretending to look appropriately sheepish.

You dirty little bastard! Darius smiled inwardly as he laid Annabel's latest instruments of torment onto the garden table.

After a brief consultation with Mrs. Craddock, they had opted to keep Annabel's punishment relatively simple -- at least for them, if not for Annabel! Darius picked up a roll of duct tape and said to Annabel, "Bend over, and hold on to the arms of the chair again."

Annabel reluctantly reassumed the same position in which she had just surrendered herself to Tom Craddock, and then Nash swiftly wrapped the tape around her wrists, securing them to the chair. Next he handed Mrs. Craddock the bamboo cane that Annabel was so terrified of. As the old lady tested it out with a few air swishes, Darius noticed Annabel's body jerk involuntarily. She was probably expecting to get a thrashing across the buttocks, but although her ass was going to be the cause of much pain and discomfort, it would not be coming in the way she expected.

Darius picked up the remaining items on the table and moved around behind Annabel's naked rump. He had recently acquired a string of anal beads from an online bondage store, and it was now time for Annabel to become acquainted with them. The nine silicon balls were arrange in a series ascending in size from half an inch in diameter, up to the largest central bead -- which was not only an outrageous three inches across, but was also covered with uncomfortable-looking inverted dimples -- before descending back down to the smallest size again.

Although Annabel had already experienced the discomfort of a huge anal water enema, he doubted whether the poor girl would be prepared for this latest indignity. Indeed, she was now eyeing the beads and the tube of lubricant in his other hand with a look of horror, and the comical-looking peg jiggled crazily on her outstretched tongue as she made a strangled moan of protest.

"Tom," Darius said. "Would you be so kind as to pull Annabel's buttocks apart?" 

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Feeling the cool air on her exposed anus as Tom Craddock pried her cheeks apart, Annabel reflexively clamped her thighs together. She immediately received a slap on her right buttock and heard Nash say, "Don't make this any worse for yourself!"

With an inward moan of hopelessness, Annabel allowed them to manipulate her legs out wider, painfully conscious of the fact that her pussy lips were still very much damp and inflamed. But in spite of her abashment at being under such close scrutiny, it wasn't her crotch that she was worried about! She had managed to get a glimpse of the string of beads in Nash's hands, and despite her relative naivety regarding sexual matters prior to her arrival in this lunatic asylum, she had endured enough by now to figure out exactly which orifice they were intended for! It was the largest bead that had particularly caught her eye -- how in God's name was Nash ever going to get that frightful thing inside her?

Nash's cold fingertips prodded at her opening, and then she felt her sphincter painfully yield as his lubricated digit slipped inside. A second finger followed, and Annabel emitted an unladylike grunt as he worked them in and out of her body, making sure that she was greased up enough to accept the wicked-looking string of beads.

She actually heard his fingers popping out of her asshole and then, before her anal ring had time to close, Nash began to insert the smallest bead into her. Annabel tightened her grip on the chair as the larger second and third beads followed, stretching her anus out to over an inch in width. She began to pant heavily, and she tried to focus on the growing pool of her saliva on the seat of the chair as her discomfort quickly escalated into a relentless, tearing, agony.

*

Darius watched transfixed, as Annabel rotated her beautiful round ass in an attempt to alleviate the soreness in her enlarged asshole. She was making a continuous wailing noise now, and although they were protected from prying eyes by high brick walls, Darius didn't want to risk attracting any unwanted attention.