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ANNE'S TALE [ part 3 ] Anne laid in the dark, cold trunk, naked, crying, freezing and most of all wondering, why her mom did this to her. Somehow she managed to cry herself to sleep. She didn’t wake up until her mom jerked her out of the trunk, with a solid grab in her long blonde hair. She didn’t give her dazed daughter any chance to get on her feed, but simply dragged her along in the hair. First when she stopped to open the door, her crying daughter got a chance to get on her feet. But with a brutal jerk in the hair, she was sent floundering to the ground again. Inside she’s dragged to the bathroom- Her mother found a pair of handcuffs and locked them round the little girls’ wrists, fastened a chain to the handcuffs, walked over to a control panel, which she just got installed a few days ago, pressed a button and slowly her hapless daughter was pulled on her feet. She didn’t stop before the little girl was hanging freely in the air. Next a cuff was locked around each ankle and with a push on another button, her legs was forced apart, spreading them so wide, that she felt that she was torn apart. Anne really was a mess, her butt and pussy, still sore, discoloured and covered with swollen stripes after the severe whipping she’d endured just a couple of hours ago. Her else so pretty face was dissolved from tears and coated with cum. She’d got several bruises and abrasions, for being pulled along. Behind the curtain that had covered the control panel, there also was a hose. Mom took it aimed at the hanging girl and opened for the water. Who gasped for air from the chock when the ice-cold water hit her… The jet was so powerful, that she was pressed backwards. The evil woman aimed directly at her faces, almost drowning her, as the jet was so heavy. When the hapless girl was soaking wet. She cut of the water and took a scrubbing brush and began to scrub, the screaming girl all over, especially each and every corner of her little virgin pussy, until she was pink and raw all over. Once more Anne was pulled along in her long blonde hair, but at least she’s allowed to walk this time. She was dragged into her room, where she was forced down to her knees. Her mother pulled out a leather mask, with an inflatable gag inserted. Except from a tube, in a nostril to breathe through, there weren’t any openings at all in the mask—there was of course also the tube to the gag. With the mask in place, she couldn’t speak, hear or see and only breathe through the tube in her nostril. She’d made a block of expanded polystyrene, so little girls body just fitted in it. There were several leather straps on the block- bolts going the whole way through the bloc and wooden plate, so they couldn’t be pulled out. She laid Anne down in the block. It simply held the ½ of her body firmly in place. But as she still could sit up, she used the leather straps. The first she placed over her forehead, pressing her head in place in the block and making it impossible for her to move her head at all. Next strap was over her upper body, just above her breasts, next just below her breasts, one over her stomach and one just over her hips. 2 straps on each thigh, one just below her pussy and one just above the knee. 2 on each shin, just below the knee and over the ankle. There even were straps for her feet. Her hands was placed in gloves—make in stiff leather, so she couldn’t move them at all. The arms were securely strapped down as well of course. One strap just below each armpit, one above the elbow, one below the elbow and one over her wrists. So she simply couldn’t move at all. As the gag was blown up, she couldn’t utter a sound either. Anne was close to panicking. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear and the gag filled her mouth, so she felt that her jaw was breaking, and breathing was difficult through only one nostril. Back in her bedroom, her mom, laid in her bed, very glad that she’d let her internet friend (her so called sister) persuade her to turning Anne into a slave slut. Not to mention all the money she got for her daughters “performance”. She wondered how much money an 11 year old girls virginity would bring, if she put it on an action on the internet. As she always has been poor and with Anne’s father never accepting his daughter. She didn’t have any scruples using her daughter to get rich. Especially as she recently had moved her hate and bitterness to Anne’s father over to Anne instead. It’s only reasonable that the little whore did something to raise money too. When Anne’s bruises were healed, they went to see Natasha again. There was a couple of Km. left when Natasha stood at the roadside and motioned them to stop. Anne was ordered to get out of the car. Even though she feared the worst, she stepped out and stood beside the car. Her little mistress ordered her to strip, which she very reluctant did! It was very easy as she only wore a short dress. The little meanie worked fast, and within minutes she’d her slave girls hands securely tied behind her back, wrists together and elbows tied together too. Another rope was tied tightly around her waist, the long loose end, down between her buttocks into her pussy and up under the waist rope again. Then the little meanie’s cruelty really showed as she tied the loose end of the rope to the back of the car. Then she sat down in the car and told Anne’s mom to drive. Which she did, forcing her nude tied daughter to run behind the car. It didn’t take long until before Anne was painting for air, running as fast as she possible could, it didn’t prevent the rope to cut down deep into her pussy though. As they at long last stopped, she was so exhausted that she simply dropped to the ground and laid gasping for air in several minutes. Anne’s been washed down and tied spread eagle to a strange frame, in the backyard. Her mistress talked about an all over tan, she didn’t understand what she meant though. Then she realised that the frame slowly turned around, not only side ways, but up and down too, so she sometimes was hanging upside down. It didn’t last long before she felt like a grilled chicken. Anne didn’t know for how long she’s hanging there, but it’s dark and quite cold before she was released. Back inside the hapless girls’ ordeal continued. Since her last visit, Natasha’s made a lot of gear especially for her little slave girl. First she put on a corset; it was so tight that she had to get help from her mother to put it on. Anne got a real wasp waist, she could hardly breathe and bending over was completely impossible, next came on a posture collar, making it impossible for her to move her head. But there still was equipment to try out. She stared in horror on the boots her little mistress showed her. They had so high stiletto heels that she had to stand on the tip of her toe- Like a ballerina. She wondered how she ever would get in them, for not to mention being able to walk in them. But they came on and were securely locked around her ankles. Staggering she struggled to stay upright. Next she held a very long mean looking crop up in front of Anne’s’ mouth, even though it’s a new experience, she instinctly knew what her little mistress wanted her to, meekly she opened her mouth and bite into the crop. Wondering why. “You better start practicing, in ½ an hour you’ll have to walk properly… Else!!!” Natasha said and patted her on the pussy. Staggering she began to walk back and forth in the room. Even though her feet and legs hurt like hell, gradually she managed to walk very nice and even got praised for it. To complete her outfit was a pair of gloves, made of very stiff leather- so she only could hold her hands stretched. There was a tray secured to the gloves. Anne was ordered to bend her arms, so the tray was horizontal. Then the tray was filled with bottles and glasses. “We’re having a party and you’re going to serve for the guests” The little mistress explained and let the quite helpless slave girl into the next room… Will be continued… Where Anne is serving at the party and her virginity is put on auction. |