The Story of Annabelle - Part 2

Sabrina was one of the last to leave the room. She was always happy to be there when her guests were having fun and it was important to her to take care of her girls. Arrived in the bar room nothing had changed in the meantime. Even the stranger seemed to be having a great time, so everything went as it should.

Melchior followed a first jug of wine with another, which he shared with his neighbors at the table. All of a sudden, this made him a lot of friends, who sat with him around his table, joking and laughing loudly. Less drunk than it appeared, he listened intently to the words of his drinking buddies, hoping to learn from a carelessly spoken word things that could be of benefit to his thieving sprees. The appearance of the next dancing girl still took him completely, but he wasn't the only one, as he noticed with a quick look around.

All men's eyes and also those of the women hung spellbound on a girl who had only entered the dance floor in the middle of the tavern a few seconds ago. She was of medium height, covered with a very fine and transparent material, apart from which she wore only a few ornaments on her ears and around her neck. Barefoot, she turned to the music of the bard and she moved barefoot across the floor more and more quickly. She must still be very young, because her milky white breasts stood out boldly and erect from her body and there wasn't an ounce of fat too much or too little to notice on her body.

Her nipples had grown large and hard from the constant friction, pushing the fabric slightly away from her body with ease.

Her hips flexed and squirmed as if she were in a trance. She held her hands straight up, only to stretch them sideways again a moment later. After minutes that seemed endless, she sank to the ground, drenched in sweat. The crowd clapped wildly as she slowly stood up and staggered backwards.

Immediately after her, the next girl came in, so as not to lower the tension, she had no clothes on at all and her whole body had been rubbed with fragrant oils from top to bottom and accordingly she shone and shimmered like lust personally. Only Melchior could no longer distract his thoughts from this girl, so he called Sabrina to his table and explained his wishes to her. At first she refused on principle, but when he took some coins from his sack, her eyes lit up with greed and she agreed that he could have them for the evening. So he got up and pushed his way through the crowd.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw how the girl was lying on the floor and rubbing herself to the climax with hectic movements, while several men were sitting next to her to be able to stroke and knead every part of her body.

A boy from the mountain regions was already massaging his member and one after another several other men did the same. Melchior couldn't find the girl in the back rooms, so he looked in the stables and in the haystack, where he finally found her. She was about to fasten the last button on her linen dress and leave with a bundle of food. At his call, she turned and looked up, startled.

Her hair was plastered to her face, and from perspiring profusely she gave off a strong scent that almost overwhelmed Melchior. So he walked up to her and roughly grabbed her hips to kiss her. Completely taken by surprise, she let it happen that he pushed his tongue into her mouth and felt it wildly.

Her eyes widened in terror and now she tried to defend herself by hitting his chest with her small fists. This only spurred him on more, so he threw her face down onto a bale of hay and began to push her dress up.

Now she started begging and whimpering while he pulled his pants down and pulled his cock outside.

"I'm still a virgin!" she yelled, putting a little damper on him. "I paid for that, you whore," he yelled back and put his cock on her cunt. "I can't get pregnant," she began to whimper. "I'll take care if you're quiet for it," he replied.

Still holding on to her, he pushed harder now. Since it was still so tight, the first few centimeters caused big problems. In order not to hurt her too much, he moved more slowly but still determined. He only noticed that he had deflowered her when some blood ran down his legs.

Reaching forward, he encircled her white breasts with both hands, also firmly grasped her large nipples and pushed completely into her cave.

When he was deep in, he moved back and forth very gently for a few minutes, it had been too long since he had last had a woman and in the last few weeks a lot had built up. He watched closely as his now-soaked cock slid in and out, her inner labia clinging to him, sliding in and out in unison with his cock. He stroked her white back lying under him extensively and massaged her neck muscles while he banged her. "Please don't make a child," she repeated plaintively.

"It's okay," he replied and withdrew from her cunt. "As you wish," he said, grinning, and shoved his cock, now well lubricated, up her ass. She cried out in pain and tried to wriggle out of his grasp. But he only laughed at that and took off his doublet completely and put his dagger aside.

Again and again he pushed and more and more he took possession of her asshole until he was finally completely in her.

As if he wanted to push his balls in too, he kept pushing. The feeling was just too good and after a few strokes he was almost ready to cum. So he pulled it out again lengthwise, which was accompanied by a smacking noise. Then he dragged her in front of him until she knelt in front of him and shoved his slightly soiled stick into her mouth.

Out of disgust she made gagging noises, which he didn't pay attention to and pushed further and further into her mouth. Going beyond her uvula, he pressed himself down into her throat. From the outside he could already see how her neck was getting a little thicker when he had pushed himself in to the base. He didn't even notice her fists and just concentrated on his lust.

Slowly he pulled himself out again and again for a few centimeters and then pushed himself back in completely. During the brief pauses in breathing, the girl, who was already blushing, gasped for breath and fought against the gagging sensation. The feeling of his climax inexorably approached, and when it finally came, he pulled her all the way in against him, shooting his semen right down her throat. It took long seconds until the oily mucus had landed completely in her throat.

Then he pulled his shrinking cock back out of her throat.

The girl fell over and vomited on the floor. Her stomach contents mixed with his semen formed a large stinky pool under her head. Again and again she had to choke until the last of her stomach had been transported upwards. Laughing, he got dressed again, got up and was already on his way to the exit of the barn when he remembered his dagger, which he had left next to the hay bale.

So he turned and there she was, only a meter away from him, dagger raised to thrust. He was too scared to move, but it would have been too late, because the steel that was meant for his back came way too fast and so it hit him right in the heart. He died instantly. Sabrina, who was summoned in a hurry, helped her to make his corpse disappear, of course not without taking his leather pouch with his blood money.

"No one will miss him," she sighed as the two of them threw the body into the septic tank. A new day broke, the sun slowly emerging from behind a veil of haze and greeting those who were already on their feet. Annabelle didn't notice.

She was still asleep, leaning against a corner pillar in a corner of the secret passage. She only woke up when she heard scratching noises.

Somewhere a few meters away she heard noises like those made when large furniture is moved. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she slowly stood up. As usual, she first began to worry about the position of her long hair before adjusting her dress. So far nothing had happened to her and since she hadn't heard from anyone since she fled, she assumed that nobody would bother to look for her, so what was she supposed to tell down in the village? That a white-haired old man was after her, or that strange, disgusting things were going on in his castle? She couldn't confide this to anyone and if she did, nobody would believe it anyway.

Again the scraping sound echoed through the narrow corridor. The sun, which was now at its zenith, spread a slight shimmer through the cracks in the stone and Annabelle was now able to perceive her surroundings better. The brighter light regained her courage and she slowly moved towards the sound. After a few meters she came to a spiral staircase leading up, so she followed it and climbed the many steps until she came to a platform.

It didn't go any further up here. She was now standing on an intermediate floor made of wood, in the floor of which the stairs had ended in the form of a round hole.

There were two windows, the smaller of which led to the outside and showed the rooftops of the city in the distance, the other window offered a view of a large ballroom. This is where the scraping noises came from, for a large number of maids were just setting up chairs and tables in the shape of a large circle. In the center of this circle was a large cage, like the one Annabelle knew from the circus, which stopped here once a year.

Especially the big animals like the dancing bears were always housed in such cages. Soon it was time again for such amusements, for the handsome horses with the daring riders, and for the sword swallowers, which Annabelle most delighted in. Lost in such thoughts, she suddenly woke up when loud noises echoed upstairs from the bottom of the stairs. Lying flat on the floor, she squinted down to look and saw several men scurrying by with large trays.

So it was a supply passage she had used, she thought to herself and at the same time was glad that she was no longer sitting downstairs, but up here where nobody seemed to take any notice of her.

After a few hours, the preparations in the ballroom were completed. Huge trays of goodies were set out on the tables. Quantities of wine and beer were provided in large casks and a crowd of servants waited to be served. As if waiting for a signal, everyone suddenly jumped while the large double doors at the entrance opened, releasing a steady stream of well-dressed people into the room.

As far as Annabelle could tell, it was all important people who entered the room, because only rich people could afford such a luxury of robes. This had to be one of those balls that people always talked about, even if these clothes, which showed more than they hid, didn't live up to their expectations. There were small, delicate people, tanned, busty women with wide necklines, tall women whose open backs went well below their buttocks, dark-haired and blond men, whose gait reflected military service, as well as smaller, stooped ones you didn't really know what to think of them. They stood chatting in small groups until the host entered.

It was again this white-haired man who had driven Annabelle to flee and now greeted his guests and invited them to take a seat at the table.

Laughing and joking, they sat down at the bulging table. When everyone was seated, the host spoke a few words, which were answered with shouts. Unfortunately, Annabelle couldn't understand everything because there was already a lot going on in the hall below. "...now let's begin," ended his speech, which was answered with loud "cheers" and clapping.

The ensuing binge reminded Annabelle that it had been half a day since her last meal, but at the moment she couldn't dare leave her relatively safe place, so she followed the spectacle presented to her and reconciled herself to her situation. After a few minutes a side door of the hall opened and a huge naked man was ushered in. His hair hung down in long tangles. He must have been well over two meters tall and must have weighed over 200 kilos, Annabelle guessed.

One of those mountain men, she thought, and shook herself as the man was locked in the cage, accompanied by half a dozen soldiers. The soldiers then positioned themselves around the corners of the cage and took up position when a scream came from the side door, uttered by a naked woman struggling frantically, carried by two other soldiers. Her black hair was swirling wildly and her face was flushed with anger.

Every scream from her was acknowledged with satisfied faces from the guests. drenched in sweat and panting wildly, she was now locked in the cage and the door locked behind her.

Now she could look at Annabelle a little better. Involuntarily she had to admire the erect posture of the tall woman with medium-sized breasts. Even now, looking like a dwarf next to the giant, she didn't bend. And as if ready to fight, she surveyed her situation.

Still, she didn't stand a chance as the giant grabbed her and pressed her against the bars.

Wildly, he fingered her breasts with his huge paws, grabbed her awkwardly between her legs and held her hair with one of his hands. His huge member was already standing out horizontally. The glans as big as her closed hand, thick veins pulsated wildly up to the base, hidden in a tangle of black hair. The length of his tail was comparable to her arms and it still seemed to keep growing.

With his left hand he now held her wrists and pressed her upper body down while he clasped his member with his right hand and slowly sank to his knees. The crowd was completely silent now, transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before them. Some of the ladies gasped as the giant tried to stick his enormous cock in her cunt. When it didn't work, the crowd started cheering him on.

Goaded like that, he repeatedly spat in his hand and rubbed the slime between her legs. He also tentatively stuck one of his giant fingers in and awkwardly moved it back and forth. His spit dripped in long threads onto the floor when he tried it a second time.

Encouraged by her scream, he managed to press part of his glans into her cunt. Strained to the limit, the entrance of her cunt formed a ring that was tense around his massive member.

Gradually, millimeter by millimeter, he kept pushing, emitting animalistic grunts that drowned out even the woman's screams. Stimulated in this way, he secreted quantities of lubricating fluid that made his member glisten wet and made it easier for him to penetrate her further and further. She was pressed against the bars in such a way that one of her breasts was pressed through a gap between the bars. Two very bold guests jumped up and rushed to her and began kneading and rubbing fat on her exposed breasts.

In the meantime, the man had penetrated her as far as the length of her cunt would allow. After all, about 30 centimeters were now in her. Whenever he pushed again you could see how her abdominal wall rose and fell again as he pulled it out again. One of the two guests had got rid of his trousers in the meantime and was rubbing his cock like crazy.

He didn't attract attention because half of the guests fingered each other. Many women were already sitting naked or scantily clad, but almost all of them just looked at the couple in the cage. Having become idle in his kneeling position, he now turned her around, lifted her a little and pressed her to the bars with his penis.

She knew what was in store for her if she bit him, so she opened her mouth until she thought she would never be able to close it again. Pushing hard, he actually managed to slide the head of his stake and a few more inches into her mouth.

Her lips seemed completely white from the intense pressure and the veins in her neck swelled as he began to thrust back and forth. With her tongue she tried to exert some irritation to get the matter over with, but this was no longer necessary. Like a stake, he filled her entire mouth as he came, flooding gigantic amounts of cum over her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed.

Only marginally remarked that one guest was just spilling a gout of juice over her hair, which slowly ran down her forehead and got stuck in her eyebrows. She swallowed and swallowed until he finally pulled out of her mouth. But that's not all, he continued to squirt in the direction of her mouth. Rivers of semen ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts at the level of the red welts she'd picked up on the bars.

It was finally over, she thought as she was led to the exit by the soldiers. The giant came shortly after her, both of them were at the end of their strength and wasted no more thought in defending themselves.

When the unequal couple had left the hall, the last inhibitions of the guests present fell. If they had previously been uninhibited and boisterous, the festival now developed into a great orgy. Several women were already lounging on the big banquet table amidst meat and leftover fruit while being banged by half-dressed men.

Only the servants didn't bother about the hustle and bustle and continued to serve as if what was happening here was quite normal and maybe it was. For Annabelle, however, it was anything but normal. She hadn't expected something like that, not even after what she had already seen in the other rooms. With her large brown eyes, she stared spellbound at the wild goings-on.

Very slowly, a slight tingling spread in her, which seemed to begin in her shame. Her dress was soaked with sweat and her curls hung in wet strands in her face. It seemed to burn up here where she was sitting, the sun was shining so hot on the roof above her head and heating up the room. Her iron-hard nipples were already aching as they pressed against the damp fabric of her blouse.

Pressing her hand against her genitals, she leaned forward again not to miss. In the meantime several girls had entered the room. It seemed like they were twins, they looked so alike. Short black hair covered their shapely faces.

Large soft breasts protruded from their muscular looking torsos. Each of them had a narrow leather strap around their necks to which rings were attached.

Because this was their only clothing, they looked even more exciting and provocative. They quickly distributed themselves throughout the room and took particular care of the ladies and gentlemen who were still sitting alone. The first, who was also closest to Annabelle, climbed under a guest's table without much fuss and rested her face on the edge of his chair.

She hung her collar on a ring attached there, which Annabelle only noticed now. The guest, whose lower body was already naked, paid little attention to the girl who, like all the others, seemed barely past puberty. Meanwhile, she knelt in front of him between his thighs, her hands resting on the floor. She lifted her buttocks and arched her lower back to find a reasonably comfortable position.

Between two sips, which he took from his large wine jug, he casually put his penis in the mouth of the beautiful woman at his feet. The collar made it almost impossible for her to avoid him and so she took him in completely. As he continued to eat, she now tongued his cock and soon he was filling her entire mouth with his growing member. With fast up and down movements, as far as she could move, she drilled into her throat again and again.

Her breasts rocked back and forth as she blew him.

Once he got going, he also played along and kept sliding back and forth on his chair to support her movements. On a whim, he picked up the wine jug and poured its contents over her head, continuing his thrusting efforts. The wine dripped all over her face and her hair was stuck together in tangled strands. Some ran down her back and between her buttocks and even managed to wet her asshole.

Without warning, he suddenly gasped and tried to push more of his cock down her throat, then pulled back a little and squirted his semen into her mouth. Swallowing and continuing to suck, she managed to only let a little of the white juice drip out of her mouth. Still, a small puddle formed on the chair, into which she rested her chin as he continued to eat, as if nothing had happened. She continued sucking and licking his shrinking cock.

Suddenly, Annabelle saw yellow liquid spurting out of her mouth.

It dripped out of her nose and between the corners of her mouth in large spurts. A large part ran between her breasts to her lap, where it was caught by the few hairs. It grew more and more and Annabelle realized with a shock that this man was relieving himself in a girl's mouth. Wildly she swallowed the sweet juice to get her mouth free again as soon as possible.

She felt it dripping from her nose and starting to itch everywhere where the piss covered her body. Finally he was done. As requested, she continued to hold it in her mouth and suckled while he began to pile another batch of vegetables onto his plate. A game was already in progress on the other side of the table.

Ten men stood in a circle while their wives knelt before them, obsessively trying to be the first to make him squirt. Meanwhile, one of the black-haired girls was lying on the floor in the middle of the circle. A silk pillow had been pushed behind her neck so that her wide-open mouth looked straight up. A leather device prevented it from closing again.

A smaller plump man lay between her legs and sucked and licked her cunt.

Slight spasms of her tense body betrayed her excitement. Steep protruding dark nipples showed that she was about to have an orgasm, a light reddish shimmer stretched across her face and her pelvis twitched uncontrollably towards the licking man. He continued his licking down her butt hole while continuing to finger stimulate her clit.

Hindered by the leather contraption, all that could be heard from her was small, sharp gasps when she finally came. Whitish mucus oozed out of her cunt, which he caught with his tongue and spread gently over her abdomen.

The first man was now ready, he motioned to his wife, whereupon she took him out of his mouth, led him to the girl and held his squirting tail straight in. The first ray caught her bared teeth, but all the others hit her tongue squarely. In turn, the women, one after the other, managed to imitate the first. Only one man held his sucking wife by the hair and pumped his cum into her mouth instead of the girl's.

Annabelle could tell that she didn't like it because she started screaming wildly when he was finally done. White foam clung to her face and threads trailed down her neck as she resolutely left the room.

The man just laughed and unmoved tugged at his shriveled member. The girl's mouth was now filled to the brim with the lifeblood of the nine men. Apparently she had been instructed not to swallow it and so she just blinked every now and then, waiting for what was to come.

One of the women dipped her finger into the creamy whitish soup, pulled it out and tasted the nine men's mixture. The others laughed. "It's too bad to just swallow it," she said. "Bahhh that's disgusting," said another, a medium-sized blonde with long straight hair and an expensive tiara on her head, and giggled.

A dark-haired woman with shoulder-length hair and tiny breasts rushed over with a jar and a funnel and told the girl to spit everything into the jar. It did, and a considerable amount of sperm sloshed back and forth in one of the rare glass jars. After removing the leather device from the girl's mouth, she closed it with great relief. The whitish mucus was still sticking everywhere and the taste was now dominating.

"Lie down, with your cunt up," commanded the woman with the small breasts, from which two huge nipples protruded in the meantime, which showed how aroused she herself was. So the black-haired lay down on the floor and stretched her pelvis up.

The small-breasted woman then took the leather funnel and stuck the hollow end into her cunt as far as it could go. Her still hot and soft hole didn't offer much resistance. A few strands of mucus indicated her previous peak.

Once the funnel had been inserted, she poured the contents of the glass in and filled her cunt to the brim with it. It was too much for it not to be squeezed out again immediately if she moved even too much, that was clear to everyone and so she was instructed to remain in this position. A picture for gods she was, lying there, her butt stretched out, her red, wet cave filled to the brim with the semen of the surrounding men. A horny sight that made the blood boil in those present.

"That's too much," gasped one of the ladies, a long-haired blonde with high set breasts and flushed cheeks, kneeling in front of the girl's ass. Everyone around them clapped wildly and cheered them on. Encouraged by this and throwing her last inhibitions overboard, she lay down behind the girl and gestured for her to kneel over her.

She did so immediately. She was there, trembling slightly and a little unsure, because the pretty blonde who was now lying beneath her was one of the most influential women in this room and so she could hardly believe what was going on.

As instructed, she knelt over the woman's mouth so that her tongue was right under her cunt. She immediately stuck out her tongue and began to lick through the open labia. The black-haired woman tried to hold back the masses of sperm in her cunt canal at first, but she didn't succeed and suddenly she had the feeling as if all the floodgates had been opened and the white splendor was pouring out in spurts over the blonde's face. She grabbed the buttocks of the black-haired woman with all her might and pulled her sex even closer to her. A loud gulping and smacking sound was now heard as she got a portion in her mouth and most of it ran down both sides of her face.

The men and women watched spellbound before they finally reacted.

One shoved his rock hard cock into the blonde's cunt and started thrusting furiously. Another took the black haired's unoccupied asshole after pushing her forward a little. He entered her without much trouble. He pressed himself into the tight intestines as far as he could before he began to thrust quickly, his sack hitting the chin of the woman lying below, which she didn't seem to notice, she slurped and sucked on, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go into her cunt and took the last bit of mucus out of her.

The man in her cunt came with a loud scream and squirted deep inside her.

He was immediately pushed aside and his place was taken by the next one, who didn't seem to mind that everything was already getting slippery and that with each of his thrusts, sperm from the previous one was squeezed out. So the next time, a small lake of secretions formed between her feet and more and more of it dripped down her thighs to the ground. Finally the one in the ass of the black-haired was ready. At the last moment, however, he pulled out of her and stuffed his slightly soiled member into the mouth of the surprised blonde, who swallowed it without having a choice.

A few seconds later he squirted and his juice mixed with that of the others in her stomach. After a seemingly endless period of gasping as he cummed in her mouth, he fell to the side, breathless, and eyed the blonde.

Her hair was all matted together, rivers of semen covering her and sticking her together. Her mouth was covered in endless layers of the whitish-pink mass, giving her a beautiful expression. Her eyes were closed and threads even ran from her eyelashes to her nose.

Her large breasts hung to the side, they too glistened wet and were covered by this mixture of the girl's cunt. She breathed very slowly and relaxed, she had a blissful smile on her mouth as if she had now done something that she always wanted to do without being able to dare. When her breasts started bobbing up and down again, it was clear that someone had once again sat down between her legs to fuck her. And sure enough, a long, wet, glistening cock bored into her again, which she hardly seemed to notice; she was so caught up in the aftermath of her orgasm.

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