Annabel and Mr. Nash Pt. 05

Leaving the string of beads dangling from her back end, he retrieved the duct tape and then plucked the clothes peg off her tongue.

"Please! Take them out! They hurt so much!" Annabel implored him with round, watery eyes.

Without replying, Darius promptly slapped the end of the duct tape across Annabel's lips and then proceeded to wrap the roll several times around her head until she was well and truly muzzled. With the silver tape encasing the pegs attached to her ears and also binding her lustrous red hair to her head, she looked both amusing and desirably helpless!

Returning to Annabel's rear end, Darius squeezed some more lube onto the baseball-sized central bead. Her butthole had already been expanded enough to cause the poor girl considerable distress, but this was going to cause some serious disfiguration!

Who could have devised such a malicious instrument of torment?

Using both of his thumbs, Darius pushed against the bead, as behind him he heard Tom Craddock laugh, "I don't think Annabel's butt-hole is going to be big enough for that!"

Ignoring him, Darius braced his feet and pushed with all his might. Slowly, Annabel's anal opening grew and grew, and the large, stippled ball began to disappear from view, eliciting a muffled scream from Annabel. Just as her asshole looked as though it could expand no further, her sphincter suddenly accepted the offensive trespasser and literally sucked it inside.

Annabel let out an indignant snort as Darius completed the relatively easier task of filling Annabel's rectum with the remaining, smaller beads. Finally, all that remained on view was the plastic pull-ring protruding from Annabel's red-raw asshole. Bound to the chair, Annabel's nude body writhed in pain as she sobbed into her gag.

Satisfied, Darius took a seat and said, "Mrs. Craddock? If you please?"

*

A red mist of fury engulfed Annabel as she instinctively strained to expel the string of beads from her rectum. Her body felt totally stuffed, and her recently-violated anus was on fire! She no longer cared what she looked like as she frantically flexed her bowel muscles. She was so focused upon this all-consuming task that it took a few seconds before she registered that Mrs. Craddock was talking to her. "I said, raise your right leg, Annabel."

Annabel's mind was in such a turmoil that she was at first unable to process the old woman's words, but a searing crack of the cane across her buttocks soon caught her attention.

"I won't ask again," Mrs. Craddock said.

Petrified of receiving another stroke, Annabel quickly raised her leg as required.

"Higher," Mrs. Craddock said. "Bend your knee and ankle so that the sole of your foot is facing upwards."

Apprehension now accompanied Annabel's pain as she adopted the absurd pose.

"Hopefully, this will remind you not to play around with other people's husbands in the future."

Before Annabel had a chance to reflect on how unreasonable all of this was, an inconceivable flash of pain tore across the sole of her foot. Annabel shrieked into her gag and waved her leg around wildly. Such was the intensity of her suffering that she was momentarily sidetracked from the agonizing beads plugging her ass!

"Now lift up your other foot."

Her body shaking in terror, Annabel reluctantly raised the her left foot. Trying to ready herself for the impending stroke of Mrs. Craddock's cane, she took a deep breath though her nose. A few seconds passed, but nothing happened.

The cruel bitch is toying with me! For God's sake, just get it over with!

With her bowels bursting, her anus inflamed, her nipples and ears numb from the relentlessly pinching clothes pegs, and balanced on the toes of her right foot, Annabel's body was unable to take the strain any longer, and to her utter mortification she felt her bladder suddenly let go. 

Chapter Fifty-Eight

A gush of yellow piss unexpectedly erupted from between Annabel's legs and cascaded onto the flagstones, forcing Mrs. Craddock to jump back to avoid getting splashed.

"Filthy girl!" Mrs. Craddock brought the cane down hard onto Annabel's upturned sole, leaving an angry red stripe across the sensitive flesh. The anguished girl bellowed into her gag, and her left foot shot up into the air before slamming back down into the spreading pool of urine between her legs.

Darius had seen Annabel in a number of painful situations since her arrival, but he doubted whether she had ever experienced such concentrated agony as this. Her face was soaked with tears which ran down over the duct tape and dripped from her chin.

"Right foot," Mrs. Craddock commanded.

"Nnn! Plss!" Annabel begged.

Immediately, Mrs. Craddock laid another stinging blow across Annabel's ass, causing the girl to squeal like a stuck pig as she wiggled her burning rump.

"Right foot!"

With a snort and a whimper, Annabel raised her right leg again, giving Darius a clear view of the raised welt bisecting her foot. Once more, Mrs. Craddock slashed the bamboo cane across her sole, triggering another frenzied one-legged jig from Annabel. As she twisted and struggled against her bonds, Darius noticed the that the first two anal beads had popped out of her asshole, and were swinging around like a little tail.

"Left!"

Annabel was making a continuous whinnying sound now, and it took three attempts for her to muster the courage to offer her left sole again. After a long, sadistic pause, Mrs. Craddock brought the cane down hard again, and once more Annabel howled and danced for them.

Mrs. Craddock looked at Darius who nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Craddock." He squatted down next to the sobbing girl and grabbing her chin, turned her face towards him. "I'm am going to leave you here so that you have plenty of time to ponder your indiscretion today. And while you are at it, I expect you to have squeezed out all of the beads by daybreak. If not, you can expect further punishment. Is that understood?"

Annabel nodded sorrowfully as Darius pinched off a line of snot dangling from her nose and wiped it on her right breast.

"Good. Mrs. Craddock, as Annabel will be otherwise occupied tonight, would you be so kind as to prepare supper before you leave?"

*

As the shadows lengthened across the lawn, Annabel gradually began to get a grip on herself. For a moment back there, when Mrs. Craddock had been viciously whipping the soles of her feet, she thought she was going to lose her mind. It was still way too painful for her to stand on her flat soles, so with her wrists taped to the arms of the garden chair, she remained bent over, balancing on the tips of her toes.

In her peripheral vision, she could see Mrs. Craddock pottering around in the kitchen, so even as her calves and thighs began to ache, she remained motionless for now. As the fiery pain in her buttocks and feet began to subside, her focus of attention returned to the anal beads jammed inside her. Nash had told her that she had to push them all out by morning, which on the one hand meant she would be bound in this uncomfortable position for hours, but at least she would have plenty of time to complete the humiliating and painful task.

Although she couldn't see what was happening behind her, by contracting her sphincter muscle she deduced that a couple of the smaller beads were already out of her -- but it was the middle one that she was most concerned about. When Nash had earlier forced it inside her, she had thought she was going to explode! This time however, the onus was on Annabel to force the vile object back out through the tiny, sensitive orifice.

Unsure of whether Nash intended to check up on her or not, Annabel decided it would be prudent to get on with the distasteful deed. If she ejected the whole string before dark, perhaps Nash would allow her back inside.

After a few minutes of grunting and squeezing, she felt the third bead slip out of her. The next one though was a different proposition, and Annabel winced as she felt it expanding her anal ring. Twice she thought she had expelled it, only for her sphincter muscle to give out and allow it to slide back inside her body. Finally, Annabel pushed as hard as she could and the two-inch bead popped free.

Ugh! God, that hurt! It's like being constipated!

Breathing heavily through her nose, Annabel decided to take a rest. It was going to take a superhuman effort to get past the monstrous central bead with its wicked little bumps.

*

After enjoying one of Mrs. Craddock's pre-cooked casseroles, Darius crept into the kitchen and peered out of the window. As expected, Annabel was still attached to the chair, although she was now kneeling on the flagstones. Not wishing to be discovered, Darius shifted his viewpoint so that he could see how much progress she had made with the beads.

In the glow from the kitchen window, he could just make out four of the smaller beads dangling between her thighs, which meant that the vicious three-inch bead was now blocking her anal canal. She really did present a delightfully absurd picture, taped naked to a piece of garden furniture, her head half-encased in duct tape, her nipples pinched flat by the clothes pegs, and the obscenely ridiculous string of beads emerging from her ass like a rear appendage!

Annabel had her head turned to one side on the seat of the chair, and apart from the gentle motion of her dangling breasts, she was quite still.

Goodness me! I do believe she has fallen asleep!

After covertly observing his beautiful slave for another minute, Darius returned to his den, poured himself a drink, and settled own for another exploratory session on Annabel's laptop. He eavesdropped on Annabel's friends' online chatting for while, noting with satisfaction that Bobby and Helen were still getting along just fine. Jose and Trent were still raving about the incredible pool party, and so Darius couldn't resist inviting them over for a return match -- using Annabel's identity, of course!

It was by pure chance that he happened upon the curiously titled 'MY SAFETY DEPOSIT BOX' folder hidden away in Annabel's video library. When he double clicked it, four sub-folders appeared, labelled 'Helen', 'Samantha', 'Alisha', and 'Chelsea', respectively, and even more interestingly, they were all encrypted. His pulse quickening, Darius sat back thoughtfully.

Now I wonder what information my ditsy little lover has obtained about her former girlfriends that would require password protection? 

Chapter Fifty-Nine

It had been a long, miserable, and uncomfortable night, punctuated by sporadic snatches of troubled sleep, and increasingly desperate attempts to dislodge the rest of the revolting string of anal beads from her rectum. As much as she wanted to however, Annabel was simply unable to summon up the courage to force the enormous middle bead through her tiny anus. Each time she got close, the awful searing pain that ripped through her was too much too bear.

It's like trying to pass a bowling ball!

Eventually, her tear-filled frustration had given way to weary resignation as she had miserably accepted the fact that until somebody came to her assistance, the bowel-clogging beads would have to remain embedded inside her. As the hours had ticked by, she had instead concentrated on alternating her posture between kneeling on the hard patio and straightening her legs and pushing out her butt, in order to ease the incessant aching in her limbs and back.

Awoken by the dawn chorus, she raised her head and looked around blearily. The black and gray shadows of the night were slowly being colored by the sun rising into the brightening sky. Since she had been forced to share Nash's bed, she had become accustomed to watching the dawn break while he snored contentedly beside her, and so she knew from habit that it was now a little after six.

She wondered what time the fat old pig would be getting up. He didn't seem to have a regular job to go to, so his daily routine varied. Under any other circumstances, Annabel would have savored every second without his presence, but she was so sore and thirsty that she was -- as incredible as she found it -- actually eager to see him!

Despite her aggravated condition, she was forced to wait another two hours with the sun on her back before the kitchen door finally opened. Nash leaned on the doorframe with a cup of coffee in his hand and watched her for a moment before coming around to inspect her rear end.

"Still in there, eh?" he said. "I thought I told you to get rid of them?"

Annabel shuffled her bare feet and gurgled into her gag.

"Perhaps you like beads inside your ass, is that it? Do they make you feel good?"

"Nnn!" Annabel cried frantically.

"Very well," Nash said. "If that's what you want, you can keep them."

*

After freeing her wrists from the chair, Darius took Annabel into his den and made her kneel on the floor in front of him. From the way she gingerly lowered herself onto the carpet, it looked as those she was in a great deal of discomfort -- as well she might. He couldn't imagine what it must have felt like to spend an entire night with those irritating balls stuffed up inside her! Not to mention being doubled over with a sore ass and smarting feet, and with the added torment of the clothes pegs pinching her ears and nipples. No wonder she had such a pathetically mournful look in her lovely blue eyes!

First Darius unwound the duct tape, which proved harder than he would have thought, and resulted in quite a few strands of Annabel's red hair being torn out. As she gasped for air, he plucked the pegs off her earlobes, and then pulled the other two off her nipples. Again Annabel sucked in a breath as the blood suddenly rushed back to her soft, pink nubs.

"Is that better?" he asked.

Lowering her head, Annabel mumbled, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Nash."

"I expect you must be quite hungry and thirsty."

Annabel nodded, still looking at the floor.

"Well, as Mrs. Craddock is off for a couple of days, you'll have to prepare breakfast on your own. But first, I have something to ask you. Stand up and take a look at your laptop."

Now Annabel made eye-contact with him as she unsteadily rose to her feet.

Yes, that's right. Your laptop means the outside world doesn't it!

He pointed to the secret folders he had discovered earlier. "I have been trying to get into these, but you have protected them for some reason." He noticed the look of apprehension on Annabel's face as she looked at the names of her four former girlfriends.

"So," Darius said. "What is the password?"

*

Oh shit! How did he find that?

Back in her former life at Pemberton Hall, Annabel had been secretly building a dossier of potentially compromising photos of the other girls, some covertly take on her own phone, others acquired via various means from third parties. She didn't know why she felt the need to do this, except that she thought they might come in useful one day.

Her initial impulse was to tell him she had forgotten the password -- once he saw the pictures and attached notes, Nash would not be able to resist using them for his own nefarious ends! But then she thought back to the humiliating pool party and they way they had all turned upon her.

Why the fuck should I care how he uses them?

"I'm waiting," Nash prompted.

Annabel opened her mouth and blinked twice -- her mind was a blank!

"Well?" Nash drummed his fingers on the desktop.

"I... I can't remember it," Annabel stammered.

It was true! Her psyche had been so devastated by Nash's endless series of painful degradations that she literally had no idea what it might be.

"That's a pity," Nash sighed. "Because I was going to take the anal beads out of you. But until you give me the password, they shall remain in place permanently, day and night, the only exception being when either I or Mrs. Craddock remove them for toilet breaks. How does that sound?"

It sounds awful!

"Please, Mr. Nash," Annabel whined. "Just give me a moment to think."

"Oh, you'll have plenty of time to think, waddling around like an old woman while you do your chores. Turn around and grab your ankles, I'm going to push them all the way back in again."

"Oh please don't, I'm begging you. I'll remember it, I promise!"

"Bend!"

With a whimper, Annabel assumed the degrading position. She felt Nash's fingers on her buttocks and then her sphincter being stretched apart as he began to push the string of anal beads back inside her.

Think, for God's sake Annabel!

She knew it wasn't a difficult password -- she wasn't that sophisticated when it came to computers, and besides, she had never expected that anybody else would ever see the files.

"Ungh!"

Annabel wobbled forward as the first bead re-entered her rectum.

"Painful, is it?" Nash asked. "Then why don't you tell me how to get into your blackmail files?"

Blackmail! Of course! How could I be so stupid?

"Ech! Stop, Mr. Nash! Please!" Annabel grunted. "I can remember it now! It's 'blackmail911'.

Nash stopped pushing and said, "Now that wasn't so difficult, was it? And as a reward, I'll take the beads out for you." 

Chapter Sixty

Darius felt a sudden rush to his dick as he hooked two fingers into the plastic ring that dangled from Annabel's asshole. It wasn't just the sight of her naked behind that had excited him -- he was pretty sure that he had now gained access to some damaging information about Annabel's lovely young friends -- and that meant an opportunity to try and trap one, if not all of them, into joining his sexually depraved world.

As he tugged slowly on the sting of anal beads, he cast his mind back to the pool party. Even though Annabel's suffering had taken up the majority of his attention, he could still recall Chelsea's slim physique with her small, pert breasts, and long-legged Samantha's green eyes and short platinum hair. But he already knew who he was going to focus on first -- Alisha, the gorgeous African-American girl, who had captivated him the minute he first laid eyes on her! The fact that she had made no secret of her distaste for Darius, would make ensnaring that proud young woman all the more pleasurable!

A mewl of discomfort from Annabel drew him back to the present, and he watched in fascination as the fourth bead emerged from her butthole. The biggest one that she had been unable to pass, was next in line, and Darius intended to have a bit of fun with it.

Using two hands, he leaned back in his chair and pulled on the string. After some initial resistance, he saw her anal opening begin to expand as the three-inch wide ball slowly revealed itself.

"Ah!" Annabel moaned, and gripped her ankles tighter.

When the bead was halfway out, he heard Annabel emit a low, guttural, bark as if she was defecating. A little more, and she would be able to squeeze the bead out by herself.

Not just yet, my dear! Darius smiled wickedly, and stopped tugging on the ring.

"Oh!" Annabel gasped in frustration, as the large, stippled sphere receded back inside her rectum again.

"Mr. Nash! Oh, God, please take it out!"

"Before I do, I want to know if you enjoy having foreign objects stuffed up your ass."

"Wha.. what? No, I..."

"Oh, dear," Darius said. "That wasn't the answer I was looking for at all." He slapped her lightly on the ass and added, "It looked like we're done here. I've got things to investigate on your computer, so you'd better start doing your housework."

Instead of straightening up, Annabel actually wiggled her naked ass in front of Darius' face.

"I can't take this anymore! Please pull it out!"

"Then answer my question," Darius said.

*

As was usually the case with this sick bastard, Nash was making no sense at all! Annabel was begging him to remove the beads that had been stuck inside her body for hours, but in order to be released from her agony, she was supposed to tell him how much she liked having her ass violated!