Annabel And Mr Nash No2
Anonymous
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Summary
DESCRIPTION: Following on from Annabel’s Initiation, Transformation, Descent, and Public Disgrace in Part One, Annabel continues her compulsory year of servitude under the cruel tyrant, Darius Nash. This book is the second of a three part series chronicling Annabel’s reluctant relationship with Mr. Nash—along with a host of other unsavory characters! EXCERPT: Darius settled back into his chair and beamed at the rapt expressions on his guests’ faces as they watched Mrs. Craddock go into the house to fetch Annabel. After spending the morning helping Mrs. Craddock prepare the buffet, she had been confined to her punishment room. Before receiving his guests, Darius had checked in on the terrified girl, who had been perched on the end of her bed, already dressed in her humiliating costume. She had looked at him pitifully as he had complimented her on her outfit, knowing perfectly well how much she was dreading her ordeal to come. For the past week, after completing her chores, Annabel had been mercilessly drilled in the back yard by Mrs. Craddock for five hours, non-stop, every day. Even the slightest hesitation or mistake had been met by a severe thrashing from Mrs. Craddock’s crop, with the result that she had now been conditioned to respond perfectly to the old woman’s every command. Darius had watched a couple of sessions but had generally stayed away because he wanted to enjoy the show as much as the others. The eager silence in the back yard was finally broken by Trent who asked, “Dog and Pony Show? What the fuck is—?” He was cut short as Helen let out a squeal of delight, and they all turned to see Mrs. Craddock leading an extremely red-faced Annabel out across the lawn. She was stark naked, with her pussy, as ever, cleanly shaven, but it was the rest of her attire that drew gasps of excited approval from the guests. Her arms had been bound together at the wrists and elbows, and were folded together halfway up her back. A leather bridle had been fitted onto her head, with a rubber bit jammed between her teeth, and a strap running over her crown, on top of which flew a long, multicolored feather plume. Her lustrous red hair had been tied back into a ponytail, and attached to her nipples were two painful-looking metal clips, from which dangled silver bells that jingled merrily as she pranced into the garden. With Mrs. Craddock and her riding crop hovering menacingly nearby, Annabel trotted with her knees up high before coming to a halt on her toes in front of her captivated audience.