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 ANNABEL AND MR.  NASH

   Copyright 2013 by Lorenzo Marks

   (MF, nc, humil, bd, enem, exhib, spank)



   (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', and Part Three - `Annabel's
Descent')





   PART FOUR - ANNABEL'S PUBLIC DISGRACE



   Chapter Thirty-Eight

   Three days had passed since the strip poker night, and although she had
not been forced into any further sexual encounters, Annabel knew that
something within her had been altered permanently.  Try as she might as she
went about her menial household tasks, she was unable to erase what had
happened from her mind.  Every time she closed her eyes, she saw only the
leering faces of her tormentors, and even more disturbingly, recalled every
minute detail of their erect penises - with which she had become so
intimately familiar!

   The worst part was that she couldn't shake the feeling that she was
somehow to blame.  Intellectually she understood that she had been
manipulated and coerced into stripping for them and then allowing them to
violate her body.  But deep down inside, she knew that ultimately it had
been her choice to remain in this depraved madhouse.  Initially it had been
all about the money, but Nash's constant insinuations were beginning to
seep into her psyche.  Was it really possible that she was taking a
subconscious pleasure from being degraded in this way?  What had happened
to the proud and self-confident young lady that she used to be?

   Right now, she felt nothing but disgust and self-loathing as she stared
back at herself in the mirror on her closet door.  She was currently being
punished because Mrs.  Craddock had found a speck of food on one of the
dishes that Annabel had previously washed.  For the past hour, Annabel had
been standing motionless, with nothing to do but gaze at her own absurd
image and think.

   She was standing stark naked in the middle of her room.  Mrs.  Craddock
had secured her thumbs together with plastic tie-wraps half way up her
back, and then balanced a glass of water upon her head.  Then Mrs. 
Craddock had left Annabel alone with the parting warning that if she were
to spill one single drop, a far more serious punishment would ensue.

   And so here she had remained, listening to the muted sounds of the
house, afraid to move a muscle, and endlessly replaying in her head the
devastating scenes from the weekend that simply refused to go away.

   *

   After spending two hours at Annabel's laptop scrolling through her
social networking history, Darius figured he had a pretty good grasp of who
was who within her inner sanctum of friends.  Many of the recent
conversations had centered around Annabel's lack of communication over the
past few days.  Evidently she was something of a celebrity within her
social circle, her beauty, style, and future wealth making her an
irresistible attraction to the rest of the in-crowd.

   A few of them had paid visits to Pemberton Hall, only to be informed
that Annabel had `gone away for a while' and that she would `contact them
again when the time was right'.  With no other information forthcoming, her
friends had concluded that she was safe, and that her disappearing act must
be in some way linked to her inheritance.  Technically they were right on
both counts, although Darius thought they would be more than a little
shocked if they were to see how far their idol had fallen over the past
week!

   The latest exchanges made reference to an upcoming pool party at the
home of a sexy-looking blonde called Helen.  Also, judging from some of the
comments he had read, Darius noted that Annabel's boyfriend, Bobby, was
rather upset by Annabel's unexplained silence, and that Helen was trying to
capitalize by inviting him to the party.

   Interesting.  One of Annabel's so-called friends is planning to make a
move on her man.

   From the way Bobby still talked about Annabel, Darius doubted that even
a hot babe like Helen would have any chance at this early stage, but as he
followed the dialogue, the germ of a fiendish idea began to formulate in
Darius' mind.  It was time for the new Annabel to go public - and by
Saturday night, neither Bobby, nor any of Annabel's other admirers, would
retain any further romantic interest in her at all!

   He composed his thoughts for a moment, and then began typing a message
to Helen.

   *

   After Annabel had been standing still for over two hours, Mrs.  Craddock
returned to the room, took the glass of water off her head, and freed her
thumbs.  Annabel's legs ached from such prolonged immobility but she was
hesitant to move until the old woman gave her permission.

   Feeling decidedly uncomfortable under Mrs.  Craddock's gaze, she
remained motionless, unsure of what to do with her hands.  As Mrs. 
Craddock scrutinized her exposed body, Annabel wondered, not for the first
time, about the sexual leanings of this sadistic housekeeper.  An awful
image of Mrs.  Craddock's revolting husband ejaculating into Annabel's
stretched open mouth suddenly resurfaced, and she wondered if the old woman
knew about it.

   Mrs.  Craddock finally nodded and said, "Come with me to the kitchen."

   Annabel glanced at the closet.  "Aren't I going to get dressed first?"

   "You won't be needing clothes for your exam," Mrs.  Craddock said, and
for the first time, Annabel thought she detected the faintest of smiles on
her face.

   Exam?  What does she mean?

   Perplexed and apprehensive, Annabel followed her down the stairs.  Even
though her customary maid's uniform was extremely revealing, walking around
the house without a stitch on made her feel that much more vulnerable.

   Earlier, when she had been standing in her room, Annabel had heard the
doorbell ring followed by voices downstairs, and now she wondered anxiously
if the visitors were still here.  When she reached the kitchen doorway, she
wrapped her arms around herself and froze.  Nash was seated at the kitchen
table which had been covered with plastic sheeting, and standing next to
him were a small man in a white coat, and a stern-looking woman in a
nurse's uniform. 





   Chapter Thirty-Nine

   The suggestion that Annabel be subjected to regular medical exams had
come from Mrs.  Craddock.  When she had also informed Darius that she knew
of a debarred former doctor who would be more than willing to accommodate
Annabel's special requirements, she had shown no indication that this would
be anything other than a regular examination.  But after observing her
cruel and titillating treatment of Annabel over the past week, Darius knew
that this was going to be anything but straightforward for the poor girl.

   Dr.  Schafer was a diminutive man with a bald head, a goatee, and round
steel-rimmed spectacles perched on the end of his nose.  His assistant
nurse was tall, with intense black eyes, and had her dark hair tied up in a
severe bun beneath her cap.  On arrival they had presented themselves
politely and professionally, as if they really didn't have anything deviant
planned for their young patient.  Darius had happily gone along with the
role-play, relishing the prospect of watching Annabel being put through a
series of painful and embarrassing procedures under the pretext of
maintaining her health.

   Now he watched as the naked girl spotted the ominous-looking medical
equipment they had laid out on the kitchen unit, and to his delight her
knees began to tremble.

   "Annabel," Darius said.  "I'd like you to meet Doctor Schafer and Nurse
Ingle.  I've explained your medical problems to them and they will be
coming here periodically to treat you."

   Annabel looked at them mutely, the shaking now spreading through her
whole body.

   "Please," she finally whimpered.  "I feel fine.  There's no need..."

   "Come, my dear," Dr.  Schafer said in a creepy voice.  "You don't have
to be afraid.  I'm here to make you better."

   He held out his hand, and Annabel took a step back.

   Darius feigned exasperation and said, "For goodness sake!  Must you
always act so immaturely?  If you refuse to cooperate with the doctor, you
know what will happen.  Now get in here this instant!"

   For a second it looked as if she would bolt, but then the quivering girl
allowed Dr.  Schafer to take her by the arm and guide her up onto the
kitchen table.

   *

   What do they mean by medical problems?  There's nothing wrong with me!

   Dr.  Schafer had positioned her on all fours on the table, making her
feel horribly exposed without any clothes on.  Nash and Mrs.  Craddock had
taken their seats, and now the spiteful-looking nurse picked up a
curious-looking vinyl sleeve from the kitchen unit.

   "Bend your arm so that she can put it on you," Dr.  Schafer said softly.


   Annabel had always been afraid of doctors, and could hardly bring
herself to step inside a hospital, but when she'd had to, she had always
acknowledged that they were there for her benefit.  But after everything
she had suffered here, she knew perfectly well that this weird little
doctor was not interested in her wellbeing in the slightest.  In a state of
near-panic, she allowed the silent Nurse Ingle to slip the sleeve over her
arm and then zip it up tightly, which forced Annabel to bend her arm back
with her fingers touching her shoulder.  Then she repeated this process
with Annabel's other arm, obliging her to lean forward on her elbows.

   Wordlessly, the nurse moved behind Annabel and pulled her right ankle up
so that her calf was pressed up against the back of her thigh.  Once
Annabel's leg was snugly bent double inside its sleeve, Nurse Ingle
completed her task by securing Annabel's left leg in the same fashion.

   Blushing furiously, her body shivering and covered in goose bumps,
Annabel could only imagine what kind of a sight she presented, balanced on
her elbows and knees, and as naked as the day she was born.  It came as no
surprise when Nash pulled out his trusty camera.

   *

   The quietly professional manner in which this perverted doctor and his
assistant were going about their work, only added to Darius' growing
excitement.  Judging from the wicked-looking contraptions that they had
arranged on the kitchen unit, Annabel was going to be in for a long,
uncomfortable, and horribly embarrassing afternoon!  Her cheeks had already
turned their usual deep pink as she braced herself for the coming torture.
With her finger tips touching her shoulders and her dainty feet stuck up in
the air behind her, she already resembled some kind of four-legged beast
perched up on the table.  But her disfigurement was about to get much
worse!

   Nurse Ingle fetched the dog collar that Darius had previously used on
Annabel after the card game, and swiftly fastened it around the wriggling
girl's neck.  Next, just as Darius had done on the preceding weekend, she
placed two little metal hooks inside Annabel's nostrils and pulled the
attached strings up over the top of her head, before affixing them to the
back of her collar.  Once again, Annabel's pretty nose had been transformed
into a little pig's snout!

   Darius didn't need to guess what was coming next.  When Nurse Ingle
prompted Annabel to open her mouth, the terrified girl clamped her lips
shut and within the restrictions of the nose hooks, tried to shake her
head. Darius would ordinarily have said something at this point, but today
he figured that this corrupt medical team had everything under control.

   He was right, but he didn't anticipate the sudden and brutal technique
that Nurse Ingle would use to make Annabel open up her mouth.  Without
warning, she thrust two fingers inside Annabel's distended nostrils,
blocking off her air supply.  It must have hurt too, because the nurse had
long, red fingernails.  Sure enough, after a few seconds, Annabel's mouth
opened with a deep huff, and the plastic extension device was quickly
jammed between her lips.  Then Nurse Ingle ratcheted it out to its fullest
width, once more pulling Annabel's mouth out into a ridiculously broad
grin.

   Unable to move, propped up on her knees and elbows, with her face
contorted into a freakish mask, Annabel's eyes yet again filled up with
tears.

   "Thank you, Nurse Ingle," Doctor Schafer said in a formal manner.  "Now
we'll commence with the irrigations."

   Darius' cock bulged in his pants as he snapped away with his camera.

   By God, these people are good! 





   Chapter Forty

   Because of the nose hooks pulling her head back, Annabel was unable to
see what they were doing behind her, but when she heard the sink faucet
running, her sphincter muscle automatically tightened.

   Irrigations?  He can't mean...

   Annabel jerked suddenly as she felt something hard touch against her
puckered anus.

   "Just try to relax, dear," Dr.  Schafer said comfortingly.

   Oh God, no!  Not there!

   As Dr.  Schafer began to force the intruding object into her body,
Annabel tried to protest, but with her mouth forced wide open, she could
only muster a gargled "Aah!" sound.  Prior to arriving in this lunatic
asylum, the very idea of anything penetrating her there would have been
unthinkable, but now her anus was as accessible as every other orifice in
her body.  A sharp pain shot through her as her sphincter finally yielded
and she felt the tube-shaped invader easing deeper inside her rectum.

   "Ugh!"

   Annabel waited with trepidation for the sudden gush of water that was
sure to follow, but instead, Nurse Ingle appeared in her field of vision
once more, and placed a bowl of water on the table beneath Annabel's chin.
Next she produced a small plastic syringe from her top pocket, and with a
malicious smile, filled it from the bowl.  Then she stuck the nozzle of the
syringe inside Annabel's right nostril and slowly depressed the plunger.

   "Ach!"

   As the tiny jet of liquid shot up her nose and back down into her
throat, Annabel simultaneously felt a powerful cold surge exploding inside
her rectum.

   "Kak!"

   Her whole body went rigid from shock as she coughed up the water in her
mouth.  Before she had time to recover from the first assault, Nurse Ingle
promptly ejected a second spurt up into Annabel's left nostril, whilst
behind her, Dr.  Schafer pumped another flood of water into her bowels.

   The synchronized watery assault was so quick that Annabel didn't have
time to assimilate which orifice was causing her the most discomfort.  Her
mouth was filling up with water, and the steady succession of nasal
injections were making her hack constantly.  Meanwhile, as the pressure in
her bowels began to build, Annabel started to feel the first sharp
abdominal cramps.

   *

   Darius lowered his camera for a moment and watched in awe as Annabel's
suffering intensified.  Her eyes rolled madly in their sockets as she tried
to dispel the water that Nurse Ingle was shooting into her nostrils. 
Behind her, Dr.  Schafer was squeezing a rubber pump attached to the hose
that protruded from Annabel's asshole.  The other end was submersed in a
deep bowl of soapy water, and as Dr.  Schafer gradually emptied it into her
bowels, Annabel scrunched up her lovely little toes in distress.

   It was her sheer helplessness that Darius found so captivating. 
Balanced as she was on her knees and elbows, Annabel's attempts at shifting
forward were easily checked by Nurse Ingle's firm hand on her shoulder. 
Right now for Annabel, standing upright like a normal human being was an
impossibility, and, unable to close her expanded mouth, she was also
incapable of uttering a single intelligible sound.  Darius had no idea what
the wretched girl must be thinking, but even her shame and embarrassment
surely had to be secondary to her incessant choking combined with the
liquid pressure building inside her.

   Water ran freely from Annabel's nose and mouth now, spreading out over
the plastic sheeting and onto the kitchen floor.  Two strings of snot
dangled from her distorted nostrils, and her tongue thrashed around wildly
in her gaping mouth.  Minutes passed, and Darius watched with fascination
as Annabel's once-flat belly began to swell.

   *

   Mercifully, Nurse Ingle finally ended her liquid bombardment, although
it took more than a minute before Annabel finally got her breathing under
control.  The downside was that her mind was now free to focus fully upon
the increasingly painful cramps in her abdomen.  She had never felt so
uncomfortably full in her life!

   In her side-vision she saw yet another flash from Nash's camera, and
then she heard him say, "She's really beginning to bloat out.  Are you sure
this is safe?"

   Dr.  Schafer replied, "Don't worry, Mr.  Nash.  I know what I'm doing.
As per your instructions, your patient will be physically undamaged after
her treatment.  You'd be surprised at how much the human body can take."

   "And how much has she taken?"

   "Ordinarily, I wouldn't administer more than two quarts, but given
Annabel's circumstances, I'm giving her a gallon."

   As the sharp stabs in her stomach increased in frequency, Annabel
emitted a gargled cry.

   A gallon of water inside me?

   Utterly defenseless, Annabel could only listen to the repetitive hiss of
the hand-pump as the evil little doctor filled up her bowels.

   "There," Dr.  Schafer said briskly.  "That should do it."

   Annabel gasped as the tube was pulled roughly out of her.  Before she
had a chance to eject any of the water however, she felt another hard
object replace it, and she emitted another moan of disapproval as her anus
was abruptly plugged again.

   The spasms and flashes of pain were constant now, and Annabel
instinctively strained to relieve herself, but unable to expel the foreign
object, the huge enema remained inside her body.  Incapacitated by her
bonds, Annabel could only gurgle in pain when Nurse Ingle reached under her
body and gently squeezed her enlarged stomach.

   "We'll leave it in there for while so that she's thoroughly cleaned
out," Dr.  Schafer said to his nurse.  "Now help me lift her up so that we
can check for lactation." 





   Chapter Forty-One

   As they levered Annabel backwards into a kneeling position, Darius
blinked in wonderment.  He could hardly believe what they had done to her
once-gorgeous body.  In addition to the temporary contortion of her facial
features, she now looked as though she was in the early stages of
pregnancy!

   Nurse Ingle went over to the kitchen unit and returned with two glass
cylinders which were connected by a plastic tube and a small
battery-operated vacuum pump.  Annabel seemed to be totally preoccupied by
the pressure in her distended belly as Nurse Ingle placed the cylinders
over her nipples while Dr.  Schafer switched on the pump.  As it buzzed
into life, Annabel's already prominent pink nubs were rapidly sucked into
the vacuum, stretching them out to over an inch in length.  Dr.  Schafer
leaned in close before announcing, "No sign of lactation.  I'm increasing
the suction."

   He twisted the small dial on the pump, and the whirring noise became
louder.  More bestial ululations emanated from Annabel's throat as her
breasts were pulled deeper into the cylinders, squeezing them into two
misshapen tubes of white flesh.

   When Annabel still refused to provide milk, Dr.  Schafer turned off the
pump, but instead of pulling the glass cylinders off her squashed
mammaries, he simply left them to dangle ludicrously on top of Annabel's
bulging stomach.  Darius raised his camera yet again to capture the
depraved spectacle.

   The tormented girl was now emitting a continuous low gargling sound from
the back of her throat.  With her mouth and nose stretched out of shape,
her stomach obscenely swollen, her elongated, tubular tits encased in the
hanging cylinders, and her arms and legs bent double, she looked absolutely
and delightfully ridiculous!

   *

   Annabel was so intent upon her efforts to expel the plug from her anus,
that it wasn't until Dr.  Schafer and Nurse Ingle maneuvered her off the
table that she realized they had removed her arm and leg bindings.  She
stood on wobbly legs, the glass suction cylinders swinging to and fro, and
her bloated stomach jiggling, while she awaited the next part of her
ordeal. The aching in her open jaws, the constant tugging of the hooks in
her nostrils, the constriction of her crushed breasts, all paled into
insignificance compared with the incessant cramping in her abdomen.  Her
bowels were pushing of their own accord now, and she instinctively reached
around to grab at whatever was obstructing her anus - only to have her hand
slapped away by Nurse Ingle.

   "We'll just take a few measurements now," Dr.  Schafer informed his
small audience.

   Oh, please!  I really need to go to the bathroom!  Why won't you let me
go?

   Disregarding Annabel's obvious state of agitation, for the next few
minutes, Dr.  Schafer ran a tape measure over every conceivable part of
Annabel's naked body.  Her arms and legs, her back, her hips, the length of
her feet, the circumference of her thighs, the dimensions of her contorted
face, her newly increased waistline, even the extended length of her
glass-encased breasts, were all measured and then recorded on a clipboard
by Nurse Ingle.  Throughout it all, Annabel found it increasingly difficult
to keep still, and was compelled to clamp her knees together and wiggle her
ass as her internal discomfort intensified.

   Nurse Ingle then placed a set of bathroom scales on the floor and
Annabel obediently stepped up onto them.  Her thoughts were far from
rational now, but she hoped that the quicker she complied with their
instructions, the sooner they would allow her to relieve the pressure in
her bowels.  While she stood awkwardly on the scales, Dr.  Schafer stooped
to read her weight.

   "A hundred and twenty-eight pounds."

   Even through her agony, the number instantly registered with Annabel. 
She had always been obsessed with her weight and checked it daily - and for
the past three years, she had never been an ounce over one-twenty.

   There is eight pounds of water swilling around inside me!  she thought
despairingly.  What must I look like?

   As he had done on so many other occasions, Nash seemed to read her
thoughts, because he raised the camera to her face so that she could see
the display screen.  Annabel let out a warbled cry of dismay as she stared
in horror at the monstrosity that she had been transformed into.

   Her nose was a turned-up snout, and her mouth was stretched into an
enormous yawning grin that exposed every single one of her small white
teeth.  Her normally pear-shaped breasts had been contorted into two pale
sausages, capped with long, pink nipples.  But the source of the bulk of
her discomfort - her obscenely bulging belly - was what shocked her the
most.  How would she ever look normal again?  Would she be able to fit into
her own clothes?  What about stretch marks?

   "Okay, I think we have enough data for now," Dr.  Schafer said.  "Now I
want to check Annabel's strength and fitness.  There will be more room if
we go out into the yard.  Nurse Ingle, would you be so kind as to bring the
jump rope?"

   *

   Darius had seen Annabel go through her exercise and posing routine with
Mrs.  Craddock before, but even his perverted imagination couldn't have
conjured up a scene like this.  With Nurse Ingle on one side, and Mrs. 
Craddock with her crop on the other, Annabel tried her best to get her
knees up as she swung the yellow rope under her legs.  The only sounds in
the secluded garden were Annabel's strangled breathing, the slapping of the
glass cylinders encasing her breasts, and the gurgling of the water
sloshing around inside her bouncing, swollen stomach.  Copious amounts of
drool splattered from her open mouth, and her beautiful hair flew up in an
auburn spray behind her head as she laboriously skipped over the rope.

   Darius couldn't take his eyes off Annabel's enlarged stomach as it
wobbled and shook with her jumping.  The absurd glass cylinders that
tightly imprisoned her squashed tits flailed around insanely, banging
against Annabel's face on each upward motion.  Occasionally the unfortunate
girl was forced to stop when the rope became entangled around her feet, but
each time she would immediately receive a sharp crack across the buttocks
from Mrs.  Craddock's crop.

   After about ten minutes, Dr.  Schafer called a halt to the exercise and
instructed Annabel to turn around and bend over.  Her body heaving and
sheened with sweat, Annabel wearily complied, giving them all a clear view
of the black rubber plug jammed inside her asshole, and below it, the
succulent petals of pink flesh nestled between her thighs.  Dr.  Schafer
took hold of the butt-plug's little handle and after some twisting and
tugging, plucked it out of her body.  Immediately, a dribble of soap water
followed, accompanied by a mournful groan emanating from Annabel's other
end.

   "Turn around, put your hands behind your head, and give me twenty
squats," Dr.  Schafer said.

   There was no hesitation from the distraught girl now, and as she dropped
down into the undignified pose, a line of discolored water spurted between
her legs onto the lawn.  As she straightened up, she let out a shuddering
sigh of relief.  Up and down she went, and each time she lowered herself
into a crouch, more soapy water was purged from her bowels.  Her four
tormentors watched in silent pleasure at Annabel's liquid evacuations, as
with each ejection, her face turned a deeper shade of scarlet.  This was
the most intimate of bodily functions, but due to the intensity of her
suffering she was performing it in front of them quite readily.

   After five deliciously heady minutes, the eruptions from Annabel's anus
diminished to a trickle down the insides of her thighs.  She stood upright,
knees shaking, hands still clasped behind her head, and tears of shame
rolling down her flushed cheeks.

   Dr.  Schafer broke the silence.  "Nurse Ingle, would you please hold the
patient steady while I remove the suction cups?"

   Darius looked on in utter delight as the nurse moved behind Annabel and
locked her arms tightly around her.  Dr.  Schafer then hooked his fingers
into the two glass rings situated at the bottom of the cylinders and pulled
backwards.  With Nurse Ingle holding her in place, Annabel's breasts were
stretched even further as the cylinders resisted relinquishing their tight
grip on them.  Gradually, her distorted teats eased free of the glass, and
then with an embarrassingly loud pop, they sprang free.  Dr.  Schafer
staggered backwards and Darius had to put out his hand to stop him falling
onto his ass.

   "I think that will do for today," Dr.  Schafer said.  "Nurse Ingle,
would you please remove Annabel's mouth and nose restraints?  And then
perhaps you and Mrs.  Craddock can take her upstairs for a bath." 





   Chapter Forty-Two

   Helen Parker still could not believe her eyes as she scrolled through
the images on her i-pad for the tenth time.  She was simply unable to
reconcile the humble and shamefaced girl in the pictures with the haughty,
self-assured Annabel that she had known and envied for the past five years.

   Periodically, she paused the slideshow in order to more closely examine
some of the images that particularly grabbed her attention.  As incredulous
as they were, she also found them strangely exciting.  She put a hand to
her mouth to stifle a titter when she came to the series of Annabel in her
brown-stained panties.  Then there were the shots of her exercising and
posing in a leotard that was way too small for her womanly curves.  And the
absurdly comical faces she was pulling!

   She stopped at a picture of Annabel strapped into a chair, stark naked,
with a rubber hood covering the top half of her face, and with her mouth
stuffed with a pair of panties.  Helen had never seen Annabel nude before,
and she was shocked at how aroused the image made her feel.

   She closed the file and gazed out of the French window across the lawn
to the pool.  The maid had finished setting up the outside bar, the
barbecue was ready to go, and extra garden furniture had been arranged on
the patio.  Helen's pool parties were always good fun, but she was eagerly
awaiting this one with far more excitement than usual.

   When Darius Nash had unexpectedly messaged her earlier in the week, she
had initially ignored him.  It was only when he had explained that he was
now Annabel's legal guardian and that he had a proposition that would be of
benefit to both of them, that she had cautiously replied.  After several
more communications, including the selection of photos that he had
entrusted her with, they had come to an agreement.

   It seemed that Nash was keen to isolate Annabel from her former circle
of friends, but of far greater interest to Helen, that he particularly
wanted to end her relationship with Bobby.  He had also been insightful
enough to figure out that although Helen was keen to move in on Bobby, he
still only had eyes for Annabel.

   Nash's proposed solution had had Helen licking her lips in anticipation.
She had always harbored a private jealous grudge against Annabel because
she had always been the center of attention wherever she went.  But after
tonight, if Nash delivered on his promise, Annabel's reputation would be
destroyed beyond repair - and Bobby would be so repulsed by her behavior
that he would be certain to fall straight into Helen's arms!

   *

   Considering Mrs.  Craddock's usual exacting standards, Annabel's day had
been surprisingly relaxed.  After showering and dressing in her skimpy
maid's outfit, she had prepared and served Nash's breakfast and then spent
the rest of the morning doing light housework.  Thankfully, she had seen
little of Nash, who had been mostly ensconced in his study.

   In the three days since her demented medical exam, to Annabel's relief
her body had reverted back to its original shape.  Her stomach was as flat
and toned as before her ordeal, with no indication of the hideous bloating
induced by Dr.  Schafer's awful enema, and her face was as beautiful as
ever.  Evidently, Nash intended to keep his word that she would suffer no
permanent physical side-effects resulting from her depraved punishments -
but he had not made any guarantees about the psychological damage.  As she
went about her lowly chores, the nightmarish scenes from the strip poker
night now mingled with the memory of the medical exam, and together they
spun constantly around in her head.

   Something else had happened to her as well - in all her years growing up
at Pemberton Hall, she had spent many an hour in front of her mirror,
vainly brushing her long red tresses, and checking her face for the
slightest of blemishes.  Now however, whenever she caught sight of her
reflection, she would quickly look away - not because her appearance was
any less appealing, but because she simply couldn't face herself anymore.
This self-loathing was a new and desolate emotion, and she wondered
miserably if it would remain with her long after she had said good-riddance
to Nash and his disgusting acquaintances.

   Not long after lunch, Mrs.  Craddock interrupted Annabel's dark
ruminations by calling her upstairs for a bath.

   *

   Darius closed Annabel's Sony laptop, satisfied that in Helen Parker he
had found a new ally.  During the course of their electronic conversations,
Darius had ascertained that not only was Helen totally enamored with Bobby,
but that there was also no love lost between her and Annabel either.  In
fact, it seemed that throughout their years together at senior high and
after, Annabel had been the only girl capable of getting the better of
Helen, which she had done with regularity.

   Helen was beautiful, but Annabel was stunning.  Helen was popular, but
Annabel was the center of attention.  All the boys were attracted to Helen,
but they absolutely worshipped Annabel.  Annabel had been the Prom Queen,
Annabel had been the head cheerleader, Annabel had dated the best-looking
boy in school - and if Annabel hadn't been there, Helen would have had all
of those things.

   But thanks to Darius, that was all about to change.  Not only was he was
giving Helen the opportunity to steal Annabel's boyfriend, but also to
eliminate her from their social scene forever.  He realized that he had
taken a huge risk by involving an outsider, but if it went to plan,
Annabel's world would continue to shrink until the only person that
mattered was her lord and master - Darius Nash.

   "Mr.  Nash, Annabel is ready for her inspection," Mrs.  Craddock said
from behind him.

   Darius swiveled around in his chair and smiled contentedly.  Annabel was
dressed in the same clothes he had selected on her first day here - the
undersized grey blouse with band collar, black pleated flannel skirt, white
ankle socks, and buckle-down flats.  Perfect!  With her hair tied in
bunches, it was just the geeky, bland look he wanted her to present to her
trendy pals!  There was one other refinement he had asked Mrs.  Craddock to
attend to, however.

   "Come here, sweetheart," he crooned.

   Head down, the blushing girl shuffled forward, and very slowly, Darius
raised the hem of her skirt, and then took in a sharp breath of delight. 
After her bath, Mrs.  Craddock had shaved her pubes, and as per his
instructions, she now wore no underwear.  Darius gazed adoringly at her
sumptuously smooth vulva before gently caressing it with his finger tips.
Annabel gasped at his touch and raised her head, but didn't pull away.

   A good sign.  Her resistance is gradually weakening.

   "What a pretty little snatch," he said, lowering her skirt, and her
blushes deepened.

   "Now today you are going to be given a special treat.  But before we
leave, I want you to sit down and type a message to your friend, Bobby."

   Annabel glanced anxiously at her laptop on Darius' desk.  "Bobby?"

   "Yes.  I'm afraid you've got some rather bad news for him." 





   Chapter Forty-Three

   Alastair Barclay could hardly contain his excitement as he knocked on
Nash's front door for the second time in a week.  After Annabel's
deflowering the previous weekend, he had gone back to his duties at
Pemberton Hall in somewhat ambivalent mood.  On the one hand, he had
fulfilled a lifelong sexual fantasy.  He had had the pleasure of watching
Annabel being wickedly taken down from her lofty perch, and had then
actually mounted her from behind and deposited his seed inside her womb! 
When it had been time for his goodbye kiss, the wretched girl had hardly
been able to look him in the eye!

   But during the following days, an emptiness had descended upon him which
he had been unable to shake off.  His all-too-brief sexual liaison with the
stuff of his dreams had left him aching for more.  He had paid Nash
handsomely for the heady experience and was quite willing to do so again.
The problem was that the old reprobate seemed to have a detailed and
carefully structured program laid out for Annabel's ruin, and whoever she
saw, and whatever she did, was entirely down to his discretion.  This meant
that when Alastair had eagerly inquired as to when she would next be
available, the miserable swine had refused to commit himself.

   So for the next six days, Alastair had been in a state of constant
agitation, once more reduced to masturbating himself to sleep - albeit with
a souvenir collection of photos on his computer to help stimulate his
memories of that wonderful strip poker night.

   Then, out of the blue, Nash had called him, outlining his plan for
Annabel's public shaming in front of her friends, and asking if Alastair
would be willing to help him add some authenticity to his charade. 
Wouldn't he just!

   The door swung open and there she was, dressed up in a drab blouse and
skirt ensemble complete with flat heels.  What a comedown for the
fashionable young miss!  Her friends were going to be totally shocked at
her new unstylish look!

   Nash appeared behind her, greeted Alastair, and handed him a plastic
beach bag.  When Alastair hesitated, Nash said," Please understand that
it's important for you to revert back to your former role as Annabel's
manservant today.  I have given her precise instructions regarding her
behavior, so all you have to do is follow my lead."

   This just gets better and better!  I can pretend to be her considerate
butler again, but she will never be able to ignore the fact that she
submitted to me on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat!

   Alastair carried the bag to his waiting vehicle and opened the passenger
door.  "Miss Annabel," he smirked at the desolate girl.  "If you please."

   *

   "I'm so glad you decided to come, Bobby," Helen purred, handing the
handsome young sports jock a cold Schlitz.

   Laying on his sunlounger in his tight Speedos, Bobby smiled weakly,
although Helen did observe his eyes lingering on her breasts as she
pointedly leant over him - she had deliberately chosen her skimpiest
two-piece, which left little to the imagination.  The last thing she wanted
was competition from Alisha and Samantha, who were currently frolicking in
the pool with Josh.  Along with Trent, who was contentedly barbecuing their
burgers and steaks, they were all single, and she hoped that they might
pair off as the alcohol flowed.  Drew and Chelsea, her other two guests,
were already dating, and were so hot for each other that they would almost
certainly retire to one of the spare bedrooms before the party was over.

   "I nearly didn't," Bobby replied.  "I still can't believe she broke up
with me like that.  Everything was going so well."

   "Sometimes you just don't know people," Helen said, putting her hand on
Bobby's thigh.

   He glanced at her hand but didn't move it away, and she winked at him.

   "Who is this other guy, anyway?" asked Drew from across the patio.

   "She said he's her new guardian, whatever that means," Bobby said
bitterly.  "She's been living with him for the past two weeks."

   "I thought she went overseas."

   "Yeah, so did I," Bobby snorted.

   Helen sighed.  "If she lied to you about that, she was probably lying
about her feelings for you as well."

   "I feel like such a jerk!" said Bobby.

   "Are you sure you don't mind my inviting her?  She sounded quite keen to
show off her new...  boyfriend."

   "No, I've got to see this with my own eyes.  She could have at least had
the guts to tell me to my face."

   "Well," Helen said, looking over his shoulder and across the lawn. 
"Now's her chance, because here they come."



   *

   As they approached the poolside patio, Darius' earlier misgivings about
attending this party were somewhat mitigated by the sight of the four
bikini-clad young ladies who were now watching himself, Barclay, and
Annabel with great interest - as far as he was concerned, the four boys in
attendance may as well not have existed.

   My, my, what a bevy of beauties!  Wouldn't they look just lovely
crawling around naked and ashamed in my little house?

   Helen, a curvy blonde whom he recognized from her internet photos, was
sitting next to a well-built young guy, who he assumed must be Bobby.  From
their close proximity, it looked as though she was already working on him.

   Clever girl!  When macho Bobby sees Annabel fawning all over me, he will
be sure to rebound off Helen to restore his battered ego!

   Back in his study, Annabel had initially balked at sending Bobby his
`Dear John' message, and it had taken a few minutes of threatening and
cajoling before she had sadly typed it out.  Then he had given her a
detailed description of the role she was to play when they got to Helen's
house - with a reminder of the grim consequences if she should fail to
perform.

   She had listened with growing disbelief, before bursting into tears and
whining, "But I'll be the laughing stock!"

   "That may be," Darius had said.  "But you know what will happen if you
disobey me.  Think about it.  When your year is up, you'll have more money
than all of them put together.  Perhaps after today, your so-called friends
might ostracize you.  So what?  You can always get new friends.  But if you
don't go through with this, everything you have endured so far will be for
nothing."

   Now, as they crossed the manicured lawn, Darius whispered, "Take my
hand."

   He reached out and grasped air, and turning, saw that Annabel was
standing stock-still a couple of yards behind himself and Barclay, with a
look of absolute terror on her face.

   "Annabel!" Darius hissed.  "Do I have to go over this again?"

   Dressed in her insipid, unfashionable outfit, Annabel whimpered, "I
can't do this!  Not in front of my friends!"

   Darius wondered uneasily if she really had finally reached her limit. 
He was ninety-nine percent sure that having come this far, she would find
the fortitude to continue.  However, although she had somehow dredged up
the resolve to weather the degradations he had heaped upon her within the
privacy of his home, this was something altogether different.  Her
reputation was about to be publicly annihilated - which he had initially
promised her would not happen.  By moving the goalposts, there was now a
possibility that he might lose everything he had accomplished with her so
far.

   "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?."

   Before she could reply, Nash said, "Annabel doesn't drink alcohol
anymore."

   "No way!" Trent exclaimed.  "She can't resist my famous margaritas!"

   "That was before," Nash said.  "Now she lets me choose what she eats and
drinks."

   "Good God!" Alisha muttered, and Chelsea let out an involuntary snigger.


   Nash guided the straw to Annabel's lips and, feeling even more foolish
by the second, she reluctantly sucked on it.  She was acutely conscious of
the fact that her breasts were pushing out from under the tiny bikini-top,
and that it was only her prominent nipples that were now holding them in.
God forbid that the guys should get to see them here!  Over the past few
years, they had all hit on her at one time or another, and whilst she had
reveled in the attention, she had always smoothly rejected them.  Now she
could see them all secretly hoping for a glimpse of her pink nubs, and she
knew that there would be nothing she could do to stop them from looking!

   Apart from Nash and Barclay, the only person present who had seen them
before was, of course, Bobby, but he was now pointedly talking to Helen,
only occasionally glancing in Annabel's direction with a thin sneer fixed
upon his lips.  How she desperately wanted to jump off Nash's lap!  If she
could only explain to Bobby what was really going on, he would be certain
to drop Helen like a hot potato!

   But instead, she could only sit helplessly watching as Helen flirted
with him, and all the while that Annabel was canoodling with Nash, she was
sending Bobby a clear message that she was no longer interested in him!

   As she struggled to hold back the tears, Trent passed around the
margaritas and then announced, "I'm roasted!  Drew, watch the steaks while
I cool off."

   As Trent jumped into the pool, Josh picked up a football and launched it
across the water before diving in himself.  They passed the ball back and
forth a couple of times, and Trent shouted, "Anyone else want to play?"

   Much to Annabel's relief, nobody was interested.  She had resolved to
focus upon keeping as motionless as possible, lest she suffer the awful
embarrassment of accidentally exposing her breasts to everyone, but to her
horror, Nash had other plans.  He patted Annabel lightly on the ass and
said, "Why don't you go and join them?"





   Chapter Forty-Seven

   Annabel shifted on Darius' lap slightly, clearly unwilling to make any
sudden movements, and by now, also probably reading Darius' mind.

   And you would be absolutely correct, my dear!  It won't be long before
you are displaying your once-unobtainable assets to this group of horny
young lads!

   After it became plain that she wasn't going to move, Darius pressed his
lips against her ear and whispered, "Get into the pool now and follow my
lead - or else."

   With the faintest of whimpers, Annabel raised her delectable butt off
Darius' lap.  The lump in his pants was quite obvious, but nobody was
paying him any attention because all eyes were fixed on Annabel as she
reluctantly walked to the shallow end of the pool.  With her breasts
jiggling beneath the over-stretched top, and the g-string riding up the
crack of her ass, she was most definitely a sight for sore eyes!

   As she made her way self-consciously down the steps, Darius saw that the
boys had stopped playing, and were now eyeing her with a palpable hunger.

   As she lowered herself into the water, Darius noticed that she was
anxiously tugging down on the bikini top, but it was obvious from the way
her breasts were straining at the small triangles of lycra that she was
ultimately fighting a losing battle!

   "Throw Annabel the ball," Darius prompted wickedly.

   Josh briefly tore his eyes away from Annabel's chest.  "Huh?"

   "She wants to play, too."

   "Oh!  Okay.  Here Annabel, catch!"

   Darius' rules were simple, and Annabel was in no doubt about the
consequences if she disobeyed them.  With a look of absolute terror on her
face, she raised her arms to catch the ball, and her magnificent boobs
finally broke free.

   *

   Annabel instinctively grabbed the tiny top and pulled it back down, but
because of its inadequate size, she was unable to work the material
securely over her breasts.  When she had first put it on in the bathroom,
she had only managed to harness her bust by pulling it upward and then
tying the string behind her neck.  Now she realized, in order to cover
herself again, she would have to take it off completely and repeat the
procedure.

   In a total panic, Annabel reached behind and untied the bikini, but
before she had a chance to put it back on, she heard Nash say, "That's a
good idea, Annabel.  The silly thing is going to keep riding up anyway. 
May as well leave it off."

   Under a dark cloud of despair, Annabel suddenly became quite still. 
Nash had outwitted her again.  In the context of her earlier briefing in
Nash's study, the meaning of his comment was crystal clear - from now on,
she would have to remain topless in front of everybody.  Only she, Nash,
and Barclay knew that it was a command, not a suggestion, and yet as far as
everybody else watching was concerned, she had removed the damned thing of
her own accord!

   She became aware that she had put her arm across her chest, and now,
totally crestfallen, she lowered it, giving everybody an unobstructed view
of her naked breasts.

   *

   At first there was a stunned hush as everybody stared in amazement at
Annabel's naked breasts.  Alastair had to admit that, as familiar as he was
becoming with Annabel's luscious young body, it was impossible to drag his
eyes away from them!

   After a seemingly endless moment, Trent broke the silence with a simple
comment.  "Holy shit!"

   Alisha sat bolt upright and said, "Annabel!  What are you doing?  Cover
yourself, girl!"

   Keeping her arms by her sides, Annabel glanced imploringly at Nash, who
said, "Would you rather go topless, Annabel?"

   If it were possible for her to turn any redder, Alastair was sure that
she would have, and yet the tortured girl still managed to conjure up a
quivering smile.  "Yes, Mr.  Nash."

   "And do you like showing your titties off to everyone?"

   Annabel nodded imperceptibly, and again mumbled.  "Yes, Mr.  Nash."

   Alastair quickly scanned her audience - Trent, Drew, and Josh all had
their eyes glued upon Annabel's magnificent jugs, Helen was positively
beaming, and Samantha, Chelsea, and Alisha were all gaping, open-mouthed.
Clearly, this was a first for all of them - except Bobby, who had a face
like thunder!

   Nash, ever the thespian, put on a show of concern, and said, "Very well,
but I wouldn't want them to burn.  Barclay, there is a tube of sun lotion
in Annabel's bag."

   As Annabel climbed out of the pool, Alastair quickly located the tube
and was eagerly about to squirt some cream onto his hands, when Nash said,
"Annabel, would you like one of the boys to help you?" 





   Chapter Forty-Eight

   For a second, Annabel almost broke character, but she just managed to
catch the cry of protest rising in her throat.  It was unbearable enough
just to be sitting there half-naked in front of her friends, but now Nash
wanted one of them to touch her!  She had only ever allowed Bobby that
pleasure before!

   Feebly, she uttered, "Yes, Mr.  Nash."

   As crushingly ashamed as she was, Annabel couldn't help but cast her
eyes around the astounded group.  Like her, they all seemed to be
struggling to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening!

   Trent said, "Are you serious?"

   Instead of replying on Annabel's behalf for a change, Nash nudged her
lightly in the back with his knee.  Annabel bit her lower lip and then
mechanically replied, "Yes, I'd like one of the guys to rub the lotion into
my breasts."

   "What a slut!" Bobby muttered, and his words cut through Annabel like a
knife.

   "Well, guys?" Nash said cheerfully.  "Any volunteers?"

   Drew looked as though he was about to say something, but Chelsea punched
his arm and said, "Don't even think about it, pal!"

   That only left Trent and Josh, who were both watching her curiously. 
Annabel knew that they would love to get their hands on her - they had both
tried to date her on several occasions before she had hooked up with Bobby.
Her only hope was that they would recognize the vulnerable position she was
in, and would be decent enough not to take advantage of it.

   Unfortunately, as Annabel was rapidly learning about the male members of
the species, very few of them, when presented with a delectable target like
herself, would pass up such a golden opportunity.

   "Hell, I'll do it!" said Trent.

   That sparked Josh into action.  "I don't mind helping either!"

   "Well, why don't you take a tit each then?" Nash said heartlessly.

   As the two lustful young guys approached her, Annabel's head started to
swim.  She was about to be openly fondled in front of everybody - including
her ex-boyfriend!

   This cannot be happening!

   *

   Trent got there first and took the tube of sun lotion from Barclay. 
Darius was not surprised at how quickly these two lads were adapting to
this steamy situation.  There was something about this girl that brought
out the worst instincts in a man.  Perhaps it was her residual air of
inaccessibility that made her so irresistible - or maybe it was just her
smoking hot body!

   As Trent squeezed a generous blob of cream onto his palm, Alisha cried,
"Trent, stop that right now!"

   Trent paused, his hand hovering close to Annabel's left breast.  "I
will, if Annabel wants me to."

   Darius took a breath and waited.  He could see Annabel's shoulders had
tensed.  Obviously there was nothing in the world she would want less than
to have Trent pawing at her, and if she balked now, he would certainly
desist.  On the other hand, giving him permission to touch her would pave
the way for the next stage of her total abasement.

   After what seemed to be an interminable pause, he heard Annabel quietly
say, "It's okay, Alisha."

   The pretty mocha-skinned girl let out a snort of exasperation.  "Helen!
Do something!"

   Helen shrugged.  "If it's what she wants..."

   "Annabel?" Trent said.

   Annabel nodded imperceptibly, and so Trent smiled and gently cupped his
hand underneath her breast.  The humiliated girl let out a gasp which Trent
mistakenly took as an indication of her desire.

   "You like this, do you?" he said, moving his palm up across her nipple.

   Now Josh came up, and kneeling on Annabel's other side, said, "Make
room, bro."

   He picked up the plastic tube and squirted a white line across her right
breast.  Then he tenderly spread the lotion around with his fingertips,
focusing mostly on her puffy areola.

   Annabel closed her eyes and another involuntary moan escaped her lips as
her slippery breasts wobbled and shook under Trent and Josh's fingers.

   "You see?" Helen said.  "Annabel's having fun!"

   For once, Alisha had no reply, and Darius caught Helen's eye and winked.

   *

   With her eyes tight shut, Annabel tried to stifle yet another groan as
her nipples quickly stood to attention.  Even though she was abhorring
every second of this awful situation, her deceitful body was nevertheless
responding to the boys' ministrations!

   Her mind was also a swirl of conflicting emotions.  On the one hand, she
was under Nash's strict instructions to create the impression that she was
enjoying the experience, but she still desperately wanted to somehow convey
her true state of subjugation to Bobby.  Incredibly, only Alisha seemed to
understand that Annabel was not really okay with this, but with Annabel
being forced to consistently confirm that she was quite happy, how long
would it be before even Alisha gave up on her?

   She was so intent upon the tingling sensation in her nipples that she
was totally taken by surprise when she felt a hand on her stomach.  Her
eyes snapped open, and she found herself looking into Josh's dark eyes.

   "Would you like us to do the rest of you?" he asked.

   With Nash sitting close by, Annabel glumly remembered that she was
compelled to go along with anybody's suggestions unless Nash countermanded
it.

   Damn you, Josh!

   "Yes, please, Josh."

   Trent looked at Nash.  "Is this okay with you?"

   "As long as Annabel is happy," Nash replied.

   Happy?  I'm half naked, in a state of arousal, and my friends are all
watching me!

   "Well then, stand up, honey," Trent said.  "Let's get that g-string off
you."

   Utterly defeated, Annabel took his hand and stood up.  She kept her eyes
focused on the flower bed across the lawn while they all stared at her. 
Still kneeling, Josh and Trent took a side each and undid the tie-strings.
As the skimpy piece of material fell away, Annabel's freshly-shaven vulva
came into view, and Chelsea shrieked, "Oh, my God!  Just look at
her!" 





   Chapter Forty-Nine

   Now completely naked, Annabel held her arms close to her sides and
balled her fists whilst trying to ignore the avid stares of her unwanted
audience.  It was body language that Darius had become accustomed to,
revealing her inner turmoil as she battled to maintain her naked pose.

   Detecting the tacit approval of the majority of the group, Darius
decided to seize the moment and escalate Annabel's torment.  As Trent and
Josh began working their way up her legs, Darius said, "Move your arms,
Annabel."

   When the miserable girl raised them out to her sides, he added, "Put
your hands behind your head, so that the boys can get to you properly."

   This time there was a telltale hesitation before Annabel complied. 
Darius wondered if the others had noticed the subtle alterations he was
making to his wording.  He was no longer `asking' or `suggesting', and
there were no more terms of endearment.  He finally felt confident enough
to steer this little get-together in the direction he wanted.

   When Trent and Josh reached her thighs, he simply said, "Open your legs,
Annabel."

   The faintest movement of her head was followed by a shuffling of bare
feet.  "Wider than that," Darius said, still keeping a covert eye on the
others, who appeared completely enthralled with the display of
exhibitionism unfolding before them.

   Annabel emitted a tiny mewl of shame as she gave her bare pubes more
air. Darius noticed Barclay shifting around for a better look as Trent and
Josh finally reached her exposed cunt.  Almost solemnly, Trent squeezed out
a dollop of cream onto his hand, added some to Josh's palm, and then they
proceeded to slide their fingers between Annabel's legs.

   *

   Feeling their fingers softly ticking her most private parts, Annabel
again tried to mentally withdraw from the shamefulness of the present
moment, but the harder she tried, the more vivid her physical perceptions
became.  She really was actually standing here on Helen's back patio, stark
naked, while her friends looked on in bemused but fascinated silence!

   Nash had tried to convince them that she was taking a perverse pleasure
out of this humiliating ordeal, but surely they had known her too long to
really believe that.  The truth was, with the possible exception of Alisha,
they all had their reasons for going along with Nash's disgusting
pantomime. It was obvious what Trent and Josh wanted, and should events
evolve along the lines of the poker party, Annabel had no doubt that Drew
would be a more than willing voyeur when it happened.  The fact that Bobby
hadn't intervened meant that she almost certainly had already lost him, and
he would therefore draw a vengeful gratification from her public disgrace.
As for the girls, Helen's main motive was to steal Bobby away, as well as,
along with Samantha and Chelsea, wallow in the spectacle of their former
role-model's total degradation.  As she stared fixedly into the distance,
she felt her outer labia being pulled apart, and then heard Trent say,
"Well, look at that!  Annabel's getting wet!  She really is enjoying
herself!"

   "So she is!" Samantha put her hand over her mouth and giggled. 
"Annabel! Really!"

   Oh, God!  They can see inside my body!

   "It's so soft and pink," Trent said.  "I'd better put a some lotion
inside so it doesn't burn!"

   As his digit invaded her velvety opening, Annabel drew a sharp breath.
Woefully, she understood that it was only a matter of time before she would
be having sex with these boys.  All she could do to retain a modicum of
dignity was to keep her counsel and avoid eye contact as much as possible.
Unfortunately for her, Nash was, as usual, way ahead of the game.

   *



   Darius quickly assessed the rapidly degenerating atmosphere and decided
it was time to play his trump card.  Despite everything that he had put her
through, Annabel still seemed to be able to draw upon a mysterious quality
that enabled her to rise above the indignities being thrust upon her.  It
was probably the same infuriating characteristic that had inwardly
antagonized her friends over the years.  But Darius had come to know young
Miss Annabel rather well over the past fortnight, and he believed he might
have found a way to breach her last remaining bastion of defense.

   While Trent and Josh continued to massage Annabel's ass and pussy,
Darius cleared his throat and announced, "Apart from satisfying Annabel's
kinky sexual urges, there is another longstanding issue that she wishes to
resolve."

   Nobody spoke, the only sound being the squelching of the boys' hands as
they moved over Annabel's shiny skin.

   Darius went on, "She has confided in me that she feels deep remorse for
the way she has treated you all in the past."

   Now Annabel turned to look at him with an apprehensive frown on her
flushed face.

   "When I told her we would be coming here today, she though it would be a
good opportunity to apologize to you all."

   "Annabel has never apologized to anyone in her life!" Drew exclaimed,
nearly choking on his cocktail.

   "That was the old Annabel," Darius said.  "But now that she has
discovered her new self, she wants to wipe the slate clean and start anew.
I trust that you are all willing to accept her apologies?"

   After a stunned silence, the air was filled with a chorus of approval.

   "Excellent," Darius said.  "But I told her that I want it to be sincere,
so...." He paused for effect.  "She has agreed that she should be punished
at the same time."

   Annabel was looking at him pleadingly now, and her bare legs were
beginning to tremble again.

   I've got you!  Darius thought with satisfaction.  Nowhere to hide now,
Annabel!

   "Punished how?" asked Josh.

   "Well, I find that a sound spanking is always a very effective way to
bring arrogant young ladies down to earth," Darius said.  "Barclay, would
you please fetch Annabel's paddle from her bag?" 





   Chapter Fifty

   "Are you saying that we get to watch Annabel being spanked?" Trent asked
in amazement.

   "Actually, no," Nash said.  "As you are the offended parties, I think it
would be fit and proper if you guys were to administer her punishment."

   As Annabel listened to this verbal exchange, all of the strength drained
from her legs and she sank to her knees.  Each time she thought she had
reached the darkest depths of this ongoing nightmare, it just kept getting
worse!  The very people whom she had had wrapped around her little finger
for years, were now being given permission to spank her on her bare
buttocks!

   "Look, she must be keen," Helen mocked.  "She's already on her knees!"

   "That's her favorite position," she heard Nash say.  "She likes to be on
all fours, don't you Annabel?"

   Knowing that her voice would betray her state of abject misery, Annabel
merely leaned forward on her hands and knees and waited for the worst - but
Nash was just getting warmed up!

   "That's not how we do it, is it?" he said.  "You know the position.  Up
on your toes, legs apart, and push out your butt."

   Oh, you spiteful bastard!

   With an indignant moan, Annabel assumed the humiliating position, fully
aware that she was now giving everyone an unhindered view of her spread
labia.

   Nash said, "Okay, who wants to be first?"

   "I will!" Trent and Josh said in unison.

   "I admire your enthusiasm," Nash smiled, "but I would like to give one
of the girls a turn."

   Annabel didn't need to guess who would jump at the opportunity first. 
"Okay, I'll do it!" Helen said, taking the paddle from Barclay.

   "What do you have to say to Helen?" Nash said, as the blonde girl took
up position behind Annabel's proffered behind.

   From her vulnerable position, Annabel uttered a choked reply.  "I'm
sorry, Helen."

   "Sorry for what?" Nash asked.

   Annabel knew what he was after, but the words simply wouldn't come.  The
next instant, she felt a stinging blow across her left buttock.

   "Ah!"

   "Well, we're waiting," Nash said patiently.

   Thwack!  The next searing blow struck Annabel's right cheek, and Helen
wasn't holding back either!

   "Hungh!  I'm sorry for being so arrogant!"

   "And for being such a snotty bitch," Helen said.

   Smack!

   "Ow!  I..  I'm sorry for being such a snotty bitch, Helen!"

   Another painful smack landed on Annabel's rump and she yelped in pain.

   "And for telling Alisha's boyfriend about the New Year's Eve party,"
Helen added.

   Oh no!  Not that!

   "What?" Alisha said.

   Slap!

   "Tell Alisha what you did," Helen said.

   "Ai!  Pl...please..." Annabel gasped, her ass really starting to burn
now.

   "I thought you wanted to confess your sins?" Nash chipped in.

   Helen again brought the paddle down hard across Annabel's scorched
cheeks, and this time she was unable to stop the tears from flowing.

   "Ooh!  Ah!  Okay!  I...  I'm sorry Alisha, I..."

   "Look at her while you confess," Nash interrupted.

   Through blurry eyes, Annabel made eye contact with her former friend.

   "What did you say to Ricky?" Alisha demanded.  "You swore you would keep
it a secret!"

   Annabel didn't know which was more painful, the stinging in her rear
end, or the look of fury in Alisha's eyes.  It had been pure malice that
had prompted Annabel to tell Alisha's boyfriend about her drunken one-night
stand at the party.  Ricky had promptly dumped Alisha, leaving the poor
girl devastated.  Annabel had no idea how Helen had found out about it, but
there was no denying her guilt this time.

   "Ricky told me," Helen explained to Alisha.  "It was Annabel who ratted
on you.  Right, Annabel?"

   Whop!

   "Eeh!" Annabel was openly crying now.  "Y...  yes...  I told him!  I'm
so sorry Alisha!"

   "You bitch!" Alisha snarled.  "And I was feeling sorry for you!  Helen,
give me that paddle!"

   *

   Now that was a turn up!  Darius thought, as Alisha took over Annabel's
punishment session.  Well done, Helen!

   The powerful black girl was merciless as she rained a succession of
blows across Annabel's smarting buttocks.  Annabel yelled at the top of her
lungs each time she was struck, her head shaking wildly from side to side,
and her dangling breasts swinging to and fro as she wriggled her tortured
rump.

   A quick glance around the patio revealed that everyone was relishing
Annabel's crushing humiliation, and Darius was now satisfied that when he
inflicted her ultimate indignity upon her, there would be no
remonstrations.

   After Alisha had vented her fury by adding another dozen spanks, Darius
decided that there was one more piece of Annabel's personality that needed
to be chipped away before he moved on to the next step in her total
debasement.

   "Now it's time to formally apologize to Bobby," he said.

   With her thigh muscles straining to keep her up on her toes, Annabel
managed to croak between sobs, "I'm sorry...  Bobby...  for dumping you."

   With a venomous look in his eye, Bobby said, "Don't worry about it.  I'm
glad you did.  Look at the state of you now, showing off your wet cunt! 
There's no way I would want to get back with you after this performance!"

   "Would you like to give her something to remember you by?" Darius asked
him.

   "Hell, yes!"

   Bobby leapt up, grabbed the paddle out of Alisha's hand, and proceeded
to pepper Annabel's contused ass with a flurry of potent swats.  After
almost five minutes of this, the howling girl could take no more and her
knees gave out and she crumpled into a sniveling heap on the floor.

   While Darius gave her time to pull herself together, he secretly
observed that every male present was sporting a sizeable erection.  The
time was ripe to shatter Annabel's reputation completely.

   *

   The burning in Annabel's buttocks was agonizing, but it paled into
insignificance compared with the aching in her heart.  Bobby had said what
they all felt.  Everybody hated her now!  They were all perusing her at
their leisure while she lay at their feet, and since her confession to
Alisha, any lingering sympathy they may have had must surely have
evaporated.  Now she had been reduced from her former celebrated status to
nothing more than a pitiful source of amusement to them!

   She miserably watched Trent make up another round of margaritas while
they sadistically commented on her red-raw ass.  She desperately wanted to
put some clothes back on when she heard Trent describing how wet her vagina
had been when he had slipped his finger inside, but she knew that her
ordeal was not yet over.

   A moment later, Nash confirmed this by saying, "You still have to
apologize to Trent and Josh for being a cock teaser."

   Annabel remained on the ground, knowing very well where this was going
to lead.

   "Up on all fours, Annabel," Nash commanded.

   Woefully, Annabel rolled over, and then got up onto her hands and knees.

   "What do you have to say?"

   She drew a shuddering breath and haltingly said, "I am sorry...  for
being a...  cock teaser."

   "I don't think she really means it, do you?" Nash asked.

   "Nah," Trent said.  "I don't believe she's sorry at all."

   "Perhaps another round of spanking will help," suggested Helen.

   Annabel's heart started to pound - there was no way she could endure
that much pain a second time!

   "Please don't!" she whimpered.

   "Then how are you going to convince the boys that you really are sorry?"
Nash asked.

   Annabel looked at him beseechingly - she didn't need to be a mind-reader
to understand his implied meaning.

   For God's sake, don't make me say it!

   "Oh well, it's the paddle again, I guess," Nash sighed.

   "No!" Annabel gasped.  "I...  can you...  will you, please...  fuck me?"

   Prostrate and naked, Annabel hung her head in abject shame.  She had
just declared herself to be a wanton whore in front of everyone!

   Feigning indifference, Trent said, "Okay, if you really want to."

   Annabel looked up in time to see him drop his swimming shorts, revealing
his throbbing erection.  As he moved around behind her, Josh also slipped
out of his `Speedos' and knelt in front of Annabel's face.  She closed her
eyes as she felt the tip of his glans touch her lips whilst Trent
simultaneously prodded at her labia.

   Horrifyingly, she was still well-lubricated, and with a jerk of his
hips, she felt Trent's cock slip into her, causing her to groan loudly.  As
soon as she opened her mouth, Josh pushed his dick inside, and she
automatically closed her lips around it.

   As the two boys worked up a rhythm, Annabel was forced to listen to the
others' cruel remarks.

   "Annabel, you dirty girl!  Two guys at the same time!"

   "I'll bet she's been secretly doing this for years."

   "I think you're right.  She looks very accomplished at it."

   "All this time, acting like miss prim and proper, too!"

   "And just listen to the noise she's making!"

   "Yeah, I never knew that she was such a horny bitch!"

   After a few minutes of pumping, the two boys pulled out of her and
Annabel opened her eyes.  To her shame and self-disgust, a thin string of
saliva mixed with pre-cum connected her lips to Josh's glistening cockhead.


   Alisha grimaced.  "Eew!  Gross!"

   The boys switched positions, and Annabel now found herself staring at
Trent's proud manhood, which was now coated with her own vaginal juices. 
Numbly, she accepted it into her mouth without protest as Josh took his
turn to invade her from the rear.  Once more they rocked together, Trent
pushing his cock deep into her throat, with his bush of pubic hair tickling
her nostrils, and Josh working up steam, his thighs slapping rapidly
against Annabel's sore buttocks.

   The vulgar `spit-roasting' seemed to go on forever, with the boys
changing places twice more.  Just when Annabel was miserably wondering how
long they intended to keep up this debauched performance, Trent
unexpectedly ejaculated into her mouth, and Annabel coughed and gagged as
his semen hit the back of her throat.  With her face pressed up against
Trent's belly, she heard Josh grunting behind her, and then felt his dick
spasm as his hot seed flowed deep inside her womb.

   To Annabel's dismay, her treacherous body reacted to these dual
emissions, and she squealed around Trent's cock as her body convulsed with
a mighty orgasm.  They remained locked together while their climaxes
subsided, and when the boys finally pulled out of her, Nash said, "What do
you have to say, Annabel?"

   They had it all now.  She had just climaxed like a cheap harlot whilst
impaled at both ends on her former friends' cocks!  There was to be no
going back, and everybody present would remember this day for the rest of
their lives.

   Irrevocably crushed, Annabel mournfully said, "Thank you for fucking
me."






NEXT: PART FIVE - ANNABEL'S NEW LIFE.