Annabel and Mr. Nash Pt. 07

Annabel shrieked out loud once more as Trent delivered the final lash, and then in a moment of exquisite delight for Alastair, a damp patch appeared in the crotch of her panties.

"Oh, fuck!" laughed Samantha. "She's going to wet herself!"

Annabel's hand flew back to cover herself but the floodgates had already opened, and a steady stream of urine erupted from her bladder, running down her thighs and forming an expanding puddle between her feet.

Mortified, Annabel straightened up and started to hobble off in the direction of the house, but Helen shouted, "Hey! Come back here!"

Her crimson face streaked with tears, and her hands pressed between her legs, Annabel came to a halt and looked around desperately. The stream of piss had now slowed to a trickle between her fingers, but the insides of her legs were shiny from her micturition, and she had left an embarrassing large dark pool on the patio.

"Oh, no! No, no, no!" Annabel moaned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"You filthy girl!" Helen smirked. "Well you can't wear soiled knickers can you?" Take them off immediately."

*

Although this hadn't been a part of Helen's plan today, watching Annabel unexpectedly disgrace herself in front of everyone fueled her excitement even further. Just as when she had witnessed Annabel performing like an animal at Nash's house, she found herself becoming increasingly stimulated by her former antagonist's obvious state of mortification.

"Please, can't I go inside and do it?" Annabel moaned.

"Absolutely not!" Helen said. "You deserve to be punished for pissing on my patio, and I will keep punishing you until you are house-trained! Now take them off and hold them up so everybody can see what a disgusting girl you really are!"

Looking quite pitiful, Annabel reached behind and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Then, looking upward to avoid their faces, she pulled the soaked garment down her thighs and then stepped out of it. After a brief delay, she picked it up and held it between thumb and forefinger. Her obvious distaste gave Helen another wickedly delicious idea.

"Now put them on your head. Wear them like a hat."

Annabel looked at her in horror. "Please, Mistress Helen, don't make me do that!"

"If you don't do as I say right now, you'll get another six lashes across your bare ass."

Annabel vented another delightfully shuddering sigh, sniffed back her tears, and then, in front of them all, actually pulled her wet panties down over the top of her head! With her breasts sticking out of her dress adorned with the little bells on her nipples, and her silly plastic shoes on the wrong feet, she now looked ridiculous beyond words, and the anguished look in Annabel's lovely blue eyes said it all.

"Now get back to work," Helen said. "I need another drink."

"Me too," said Josh.

Obviously terrified of incurring further chastisement, Annabel quickly gathered their glasses and stumbled over to the poolside bar. When she had returned with their drinks, Samantha said, "My ashtray is full, Annabel."

As Annabel picked it up, Helen's sadistic imagination sparked into life again. "Where do you think you are going with that?"

Annabel paused and looked at her in bewilderment. "I... I..."

"Eat it," Helen said with a devilish smile. "Then lick it clean."

Trent burst into laughter, nearly spilling his drink, while Annabel merely stared in disbelief. For a second, Helen though she might have tipped her over the edge. Several expressions seemed to pass across her face in succession - revulsion followed by a glimmer of anger, then a scowl of disgust, but finally that now-familiar expression of sad resignation.

Helen knew that Annabel had never been a smoker, so having to consume the four cigarette butts in the ashtray would be an even more revolting experience for her. The whole group went deathly quiet as Annabel, unable to keep the look of repulsion off her face, gingerly picked up the first stub and after a momentary pause, popped it into her mouth. She grimaced and swallowed, and Samantha said, "Eew! Annabel! That is so disgusting! I cannot believe you actually ate that!"

Annabel briefly looked as though she was going to throw up, but she seemed to manage to get it under control.

"Hurry up!" Helen beamed. "Finish your meal!"

Everybody looked on in repugnance as Annabel slowly and miserably swallowed the other three butts, one after the other. Her constantly red face had taken on a rather pale hue now, and she was unable to prevent herself from gagging as the last cigarette butt descended into her stomach. Finally, to a background of groans form her former friends, Annabel stuck out her little pink tongue, and started to lap up the ash on the bottom of the tray.

Chapter Eighty-Eight

Annabel had been constantly standing for over two hours and her tortured feet felt as if they were on fire! When there were no glasses to refill, instead of allowing her to sit down, Helen had instructed Annabel to stand perfectly still with her hands behind her head, except for a couple of occasions when she had been deemed too slow to react to an order and had been sent on an agonizing trot around the back lawn. As her underwear had dried out, to Annabel's shame it had started to give off a rather unpleasant fishy odor, and Helen had ordered her to remove it and rinse it under the outside faucet. Now, as the sun started to sink and it started to get cooler, the group decided to move back inside.

"Annabel, take the dishes and glasses into the kitchen and wash them, then join us in the dining room," Helen said.

Even as accustomed as she now was to taking orders, Annabel still inwardly bridled at Helen's offhand manner. Who did she think she was? Even so, there was no question of disobeying or showing any sign of dissent with Barclay watching. As with all the other indignities she had suffered so far, she knew she would just have to endure this awful day as well - otherwise all of her efforts so far would have been for nothing.

She loaded everything up onto a tray and took it into the kitchen. Apart from the pain in her feet and nipples, her legs were aching now and she desperately wanted to sit down for a while. On top of that, despite drinking from the kitchen sink, she couldn't get rid of the horrible taste of ash in her mouth!

As she washed the dishes, she listened to them taking in the other room. Along with her conflicting states of shame and arousal, a vague sense of unreality had now enveloped her. A few months ago, she would have been sitting there with them, sharing their jokes and gossip and enjoying the envious glances of Trent and Josh while she snuggled up next to Bobby.

Now she was nothing more than their menial, and worse, the target of their verbal and physical abuse. So far, apart from making her expose her breasts, her mistreatment hadn't involved anything of a sexual nature, but she was sure that would come soon. The boys in particular had been drinking quite heavily all afternoon, which did not bode well!

"Annabel, hurry up will you?" Helen yelled from the living room. "We're ready to start the game!"

Annabel's stomach tightened and she drew a deep breath. Game? That doesn't sound good.

Then she hung up the dishcloth and hobbled painfully and anxiously into the living room.

*

Alastair watched with interest as Helen laid out her kinky props on the coffee table. Clearly the young lady had been putting a lot of thought into Annabel's trials and tribulations today. He thought back to the times she had visited Pemberton Hall as Annabel's friend, and it reminded him that you never really knew what was going on in other people's minds. Yes, he had observed that they had been rivals, constantly jousting with each other in a fake-friendly manner, but he had never realized the depth of animosity that Helen had been carrying all this time. She had already stolen Annabel's boyfriend, but she was evidently far from satisfied, and it looked as though it was her intention to destroy Annabel's spirit as well as her reputation.

Annabel appeared apprehensively before them, her face beginning to glow from embarrassment again. Her tits still poked ludicrously out of her dress, her pink nipples decorated with the tinkling bell-clamps, and her feet remained squeezed the wrong way around into those ugly plastic shoes. He glanced around at the rest of the audience, and noted the same sexually charged excitement in their eyes as before. Even Bobby, despite the smirk of contempt of his lips, couldn't take his eyes off his ex-girlfriend.

"We're going to play a little game now, Annabel," Helen said. "You'd like to play a game, wouldn't you?"

Annabel looked at her, looking both puzzled and fearful. She had become accustomed to a variety of sordid 'games' under Nash's tutelage, none of them pleasant for her.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress Helen," Annabel said, and Samantha tittered, evidently still unable to get used to Annabel's new submissive position in their lives.

"Good," Helen said. "This game is designed to test your obedience. I'm going to set you a few simple tasks. If you don't complete one, you will have to pay a forfeit instead."

She gestured to a glass bowl in the middle of the coffee table, which was filled with slips of paper. "Myself and the boys have already decided on the forfeits, but as I am a kind mistress, I will allow you to chose them yourself."

Annabel's eyes wandered anxiously over the array of sex toys and other items littering the table, her expression becoming visibly more distressed.

"Of course, if you don't want to pay the forfeits, simply carry out each task as requested," Helen smiled. "It's entirely up to you. Are you ready to begin?"

As it was a rhetorical question, Annabel watched silently as Helen picked up an empty beer bottle and walked over to the far end of the living room. When she returned to the sofa, Helen said, "We'll start with a simple one. I want you to remove your dress and then pick up that bottle - with your pussy!"

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Annabel stood motionless, her eyes fixed upon a large pink dildo on the table poking rudely up in the air. There was other bondage equipment too, cuffs, gags, hoods, whips and canes, most of which she had already been unfortunate to have become quite familiar with over the past three months, as well a bowl of eggs, and a rather large banana whose purpose she didn't even want to think about! What the hell was this? Had Helen been taking lessons from Nash?

"If you don't do it now, I'll take that as a forfeit," Helen said, snapping her out of her hypnotic daze. Annabel had no idea what was written on the slips of paper, but if Trent and Josh had been adding their input, she had a pretty good idea. As repugnant as her 'task' was, it would be infinitely preferable to submitting to those two sex-crazed animals again!

Inadvertently catching Bobby's eye, Annabel felt her cheeks getting hotter as she pulled the dress up over her head and let it fall to the carpet. Absurdly, she reflexively put her hands between her legs to cover her bare crotch.

"Don't be such a prude!" Trent laughed. "We've seen it before, and besides, you're going to need it in a minute."

Awash with shame, Annabel knew that if she didn't get the disgusting deed over with soon, she would have to draw a forfeit from the bowl. Now wearing nothing but the bell-clips on her nipples and her painful plastic shoes, Annabel turned away from them and squatted over the bottle. Then, feeling like a cheap whore, she reached between her legs and parted her labia, which, adding to her mortification, were wet and swollen. This was in no way of course due to any enjoyment on her part, merely her treacherous body's reaction to whatever artificial stimulus Nash was lacing her food with.

As the neck of the bottle slid into her vagina, she heard Josh say, "I once saw a sex show like this," which drew another round of hurtful laughter.

Now came the hard part. When she had received the length of the neck, she removed her hands and squeezed her vaginal muscles, praying that she would have the strength to hold it in place. Then she gradually straightened her legs and, her embarrassment mingling with a sense of relief, managed to raise the bottle off the ground.

"What a slut!" Bobby muttered, his familiar voice driving home the fact that she was actually standing naked in front of her former peers with a beer bottle stuck up between her legs!

"Now I want you to carry it across to the other side of the room," Helen said, adding, "and if you drop it, you draw a forfeit."

With a slight whimper, Annabel shuffled clumsily around, thighs apart, her vaginal wall clenched around the glass neck of the bottle. She could already feel it slipping due to the excessive lubrication inside her, and as she took the first ponderous step, she instinctively knew that she wasn't going to make it.

"I hope you're not going to disobey me," Helen said.

"Look at her cunt!" said Josh. "She's sopping!"

"She must be enjoying herself," said Drew.

Why are they being so cruel? Annabel thought. Did they really always hate me this much?

As she attempted another step, she felt the bottle slip a bit further. One more and she would lose it, and then she would have to draw one of the dreaded slips of paper from the bowl. Realization quickly dawned upon her that Helen had no intention of letting her complete any of the so-called 'tasks', and that, just as with Nash and his cronies, she was in for a long evening of humiliation and sexual abuse again.

Resignation and despair swept over her as she inched forward, and sure enough, the unfaithful bottle slipped out of her body and bounced onto the carpet.

"Annabel!" Helen said, her eyes glowing with sadistic pleasure. "You disobeyed me!"

"She wants the forfeit," Drew laughed. "She's horny!"

Annabel closed her eyes, wishing the ground would swallow her up. Despite all of the physical, sexual, and mental anguish she had endured so far, she knew she would never, ever, get used to being humbled so completely like this in front of all of her old friends.

Helen stirred the slips of paper in the bowel, and said, "Pick one, and read it out aloud."

*

With trembling fingers, Annabel reached into the bowl and picked out the first paper slip she touched. She knew it didn't matter which forfeit she picked because they were all likely to be equally repugnant.

Her eyes ran across the words but she failed to register their meaning. She was suddenly acutely aware of how absurd she must look, standing naked before them with the little bells on her nipples, about to read out her vile request.

"Well?" Helen said. "Have you forgotten how to read?"

Annabel tried to focus on the paper, aware in her peripheral vision of their eyes boring into her, each of them savoring her total downfall. As with all of her previous degrading trials, she knew that she was going to do this, because that nebulous day of freedom and wealth some nine months down the line was all that she had left to cling to.

Almost inaudibly, she mumbled, "Trent... please may I...?"

As her voice faltered, Helen said, "May you what? Speak up!"

Annabel cleared her throat, the injustice of it all once again making her want to scream. Even though she hadn't written these words down, she was the one vocalizing them, and even though they all knew that it was under duress, it would still appear as if she was expressing herself willingly. Like Nash, this was the way Helen wanted it - Annabel appearing to act as if she really was a common hussy.

"Trent," she began again. "Please may I suck your cock and swallow your cum?"

Chapter Ninety

"Annabel! Really!" Samantha tittered.

Definitely not for the first time, Alastair felt his cock thickening in his pants. Even though he had witnessed Annabel being placed in so many different humiliating and degrading situations in recent months, it never failed to excite him when this former arrogant young heiress was forced to behave like a filthy whore.

It also occurred to him that some preplanning had been put into this, because the normally eager Trent, merely said, "Excuse me?"

Annabel glanced helplessly at Helen and then repeated her request.

"Why do you want to give me a blowjob?" Trent asked casually.

A rapt silence descended as everyone watched Annabel writhing with embarrassment. Not only was she going to be ravished physically, but mentally too. She was going to have to perform an act that she found abhorrent but she was also going to have to beg for it!

"Are you a nympho, is that it?" Trent said.

This was too much! Over the previous few years Alastair had watched many hopeful young men -Trent included - trying to flirt with the unobtainable Miss Annabel from Pemberton Hall, knowing deep down that she was way out of their league. Now here she was having to explain why she wanted to suck Trent's dick in front of everybody!

"Say it," Helen said. "Tell Trent what a horny bitch you are."

Eyes shimmering, Annabel said, "I... I'm a horny bitch..."

"And?"

"And.. and I want... please may I... suck your cock?"

A quick glance at Trent's bulging crotch told Alastair that he was more than ready to receive Annabel's services, but still her agony continued.

"I'm not convinced," Trent said. "Say it like you mean it."

Annabel looked at him, her face a mask of misery. Then, to Alastair's utter joy, she dropped to her knees and blurted out, "Please Master Trent, I am a dirty cunt and I would love to suck your cock!"

It was a defining moment, totally unexpected, and one which underlined Annabel's complete and final fall from grace. You could have heard a pin drop before Trent sighed dramatically, "Okay, if you must."

Despite the obvious pantomime that was unfolding, Annabel's emotional pain had created a sizzling electrical charge amongst her onlookers. As Annabel freed Trent's rigid member and enveloped his cockhead with her lips, Alastair looked around and didn't see one sympathetic expression in the room.

*

Filled with shame and self-loathing, Annabel took the full length of Trent's penis into her mouth, feeling its soft skin moving against her tongue while she relaxed her throat as Nash had taught her. Even though she was performing this hateful act in front of all of her ex-friends, there was nothing she could do to stop the warm rush as her deceitful body reacted to the physical contact.

She heard Trent sigh as she moved her head up and down on his shaft, and Josh said, "Damn, she's good! Did she ever do this with you, Bobby?"

"Uh-uh," Bobby said in disgust. "She always said it was too demeaning for her."

"What? She's loving every minute of it! That's not just a blowjob. She's deep-throating him!"

Annabel's ears were burning now as they discussed her whilst she continued with this most intimate and personal of acts. The most awful part was that everything they were saying was true. Prior to falling under Nash's control, she had been relatively naïve about sex. Now she was an expert 'cocksucker' as Nash liked to call her. But none of this made her ordeal any easier. Physically, they may have transformed her into a whore, but deep inside she was still the same proud Annabel, and no matter how many times she publicly dishonored herself, it never got any easier.

To add to her torment, her own arousal was now building to a crescendo, and as she felt Trent's thigh muscles tightening under the palms of her hands, she knew to her dismay, that she was going to climax when he did.

As she felt his cock twitch in her throat, a shuddering orgasm swept through her and she uttered a muted groan around his shaft. Trent also cried out, jerking his hips as his hot seed shot into Annabel's esophagus. She gulped greedily, nostrils flaring as she struggled for air. Another salvo of Trent's sticky issue was expelled down Annabel's throat and into her stomach, as a second unwelcome orgasm pulsed through her body.