"Why are we doing this?" She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. "Because I told you too," he replied in a slow hard tone, making Erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Anthony's smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her fair complexion. The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an inventor and entrepreneur worth millions. He also was a japanese sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony's sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a forty square acres of land. Just as the sky redden announcing sunset's arrival, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve feet in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from years of physical labor, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second floor which only contained a bed. Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle's japan neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. "Go do something productive," he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle , it Hardcore had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop. About an hour later Annabelle's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle's head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run. Choosing to blowjob trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond. Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open rooms. One of which was a living room where Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils. Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ears. "You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits," he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, "it can also happen if I press the button on my watch." He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room. It would only take a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to asian roll to her side pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. Trish asked. Yes, really, see the tag? Amy though, was oblivious to him, being Hardcore married to him. Guys have a lot of things their self-concious about too. “Okay” I thought, and stood up and went into the sauna. The guys are pulling in closer to watch. She was dying to be touched and held. It hung long, thick and dark between his legs. 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