The Story of Annabelle

A small town nestled in the mountains of Ilbar. According to the Christian era, we are in the middle of the 15th century. Several town houses are crowded around the town centre, which consists of a small market square. But directly behind it are the camps and shacks of the less fortunate residents, right up to the three meter high city wall, on which the city guards make their rounds around the clock.

The castle of Count Moranthes II towers high above the city. Not a magnificent building like the residences of the counts from the richer north, but rather a fortress that has already proven its functionality in many sieges. It had been another very long day. When the sun is shining outside, it's never long before the air in the bakery comes to a standstill and the flour dust begins to cling to your body in an unbearable way.

So Annabelle wasn't upset when the master baker chose her to bring the fresh baked goods up to the castle that day. Although she had already been working in the bakery for over 4 months, it was the first time she had to leave. From earlier conversations between the other assistants, she had picked up a few stories about the castle and its inhabitants, but she could never really classify them and so she was very curious about the other, which was certainly very luxurious Life in the castle With these temperatures, it was a welcome change to climb the small mountain that rises just behind the town. The other ubiquitous fear of the men of the lord of the castle was also gone.

After only a few steps she was high enough to see the city. The few taller buildings made of stone belonged without exception to the lord of the castle, who let the city administrators he favored live and rule in them. With the Friday market in full swing it was a pleasure to see the colorful crowd from up here. Each stand tried to attract attention with exotic colors and to be noticed in the general crowd.

Recently, traders even came from far away Sanguir to offer their goods for sale here. On their long journey across the Kalaren Mountains and through the middle of the large sandy desert, they collected and exchanged goods, which enabled them to offer an almost unbeatable range when they arrived here. This did not give them any friends - yet no one dared to touch them, the many warriors who accompanied them on their journey made sure of that and whose weaponry was known and feared across borders. With a jolt, Annabelle remembered her assignment and ran the last few meters up to the castle.

As soon as the castle was first fortified, her good mood vanished and suddenly all the rumors came back to her that young girls were kidnapped up here to serve as amusement for the lord of the castle and his entourage.

Not a timid girl per se, Annabelle had experienced more than most of her age at 18. Early on she had to stand on her own two feet in order not to end up as a beggar or whore in the dirty streets. For this reason, she began an apprenticeship with the largest master baker in the city. With a jerky movement of her head, she tossed back her long black hair, chasing away the dark thoughts.

But she still pulled her dress up to her neck so as not to allow even the slightest glimpse of her full breasts. For the first time she felt a little embarrassed that her pointed nipples were pushing through the fine, thin fabric and that the dark areolas of her nipples were showing through. "Oh," she said to herself, "everybody walks around like me". As always, the passage to the interior of the castle was blocked by a heavy oak door.

As Master had told her, she knocked twice and then took a step back. With a loud creak, the door swung back and a tall man in full armor came out to meet her. Despite Annabelle's unusual height of 1.72 m, the man still towered over her by a head. Seeing her hesitation, he impatiently waved her inside.

The interior of the courtyard was covered with thick paving stones.

Several horse stables extended on the left side right up to the outer castle wall. Even from here you could hear the horses fighting in the stables for the best feeding place. Accordingly, most of the ground was covered with hay and manure. In the middle of the courtyard a fountain could be seen, around which several women were standing and arguing vigorously.

Each of them was dressed in a light dress, the light-colored material of which revealed more than it concealed. Especially against the sun it was easy to see that these clothes were the only clothing the women were covered with. When Annabelle stopped to take in the new impressions, the guard cleared his throat and motioned for her to go to the main house immediately. "You will find the kitchen on the ground floor, immediately to the right after the ballroom."

Without stopping again, Annabelle went straight to the kitchen and delivered her bread. The only thought on her mind at that moment was how to get back to town as quickly as possible. A nice-looking man who was busy keeping the flames in the oven told her to pick up the payment on the first floor.

The walls on the first floor were completely different from the bare, forbidding walls on the ground floor. Expensive-looking fabrics and paintings covered much of the aisles.

It was only at that moment that she realized how huge the main building of the castle was. From this corridor alone one could reach more than 20 other rooms. Since no one was around, Annabelle felt some of the fabrics and imagined what they would look like in her tiny attic room. Just as she was about to make herself known by clearing her throat, she heard a stifled scream, followed by several men giggling.

"Seems to be a feast," Annabelle said to herself without further thought. Nevertheless, she refrained from announcing herself and instead walked further down the long corridor until she came to an open door. The giggles she'd heard before were definitely coming from that room now. Quietly, always afraid to disturb, Annabelle slipped into the room.

At first she couldn't see anything at all.

Several partitions were set up directly behind the door and blocked the view of the brightly lit room. As Annabelle pushed past the screen, she suddenly saw the whole room in front of her. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling at a height of more than 5 m. Several dozen candles lit the room from him.

In the back third of the room, which was at least 10 meters long, was a bed whose dimensions seemed larger than Annabelle's entire living space in the city was available. Incredible scenes played out on the bed. A very young girl with expansive breasts and light blond hair lay naked on the bed tied with silk scarves. Her legs were spread wide, allowing Annabelle to take a deep look down her hairless slit.

The scream from earlier was undoubtedly hers, because now she tried to say something, but this was prevented by a gag in her mouth. A big beefy man was standing right next to the bed rubbing his cock. A smaller, dark-skinned man bent over the girl at that moment and began massaging her large breasts and tongue-licking her stiff nipples. The girl squirmed like a snake and a flush of shame spread across her face.

Suddenly a door behind the bed opened and three more, already naked, men and a woman stood by the bed.

After a little exchange of words with the beefy man, one of the men sat down between the girl's legs and stuck a finger into her already red, swollen genitals. He then bent down and started licking her clit with his tongue. The newly arrived woman, a very tall redhead with smaller, high breasts, bent her upper body onto the bed and spread her legs. The beefy man immediately stood behind her and pushed his thick, throbbing cock right up to her cunt.

At first it seemed like there was no way he could fit his full length, but the woman motioned for the man to push harder and finally he shoved him in with a jerk. He immediately began to thrust back and forth, pushing the woman harder and harder onto the bed. The man who had so far spoiled the girl between her legs with his tongue now sat up and pushed his cock all at once into the girl's narrow grotto, which she acknowledged with a hoarse scream, muffled by the gag. Another man took the gag out of the girl's mouth and, not listening to her protests, pressed his small but very thick stick into her mouth.

Her mouth was almost completely filled by this and so he moved away every few strokes to give her a chance to breathe. After a while, on these occasions she not only took a breath, but also let out a deep moan - with which she testified to the pleasure that slowly rose in her. Annabelle couldn't tear herself away from the spectacle and ducked into a corner of the room. She had already had her first experiences with men, almost exclusively her master's customers, but this spectacle took her breath away.

It contradicted all moral concepts that had been drummed into her and that she believed to be correct.

The man who had been working wildly on the girl's cunt suddenly pulled out his cock, turned around and pushed it into the mouth of the woman who was being pressed onto the bed to his right by the huge cock. She was completely taken by surprise, but couldn't resist when he shoved his cock deep into her throat. After a few thrusts, he shook himself a little and let out a sigh that was accompanied by a powerful eruption into the woman's mouth. After the first few spasms, he pulled out of her mouth and squirted the rest straight into her face.

Large threads of sperm ran down the corners of her mouth and mixed on the sheet to form a small pool of warm sperm enriched with the woman's sweat, into which she was pushed again the next moment. The two other men, who had only acted as spectators up to now, now approached the girl who was lying on the bed and began to turn her on her side. This gave them room to take possession of both the cunt and the asshole. The cunt didn't cause any problems, because the girl, shaken by several orgasms in the meantime, produced large amounts of mucus that ran in streams from her genitals.

The muscular, very young-looking man used this mixture to prepare her asshole for his long but thin rod.

So it wasn't a problem for him to push himself in to the base. They now took turns thrusting into the girl who was squirming like a snake. The man who had already cummed was now ready to partake again, thrusting his cock into the redhead's well-oiled mouth, who had already resigned himself to it and began sucking and licking passionately. The beefy one who was still pounding into her cunt now pulled back and tried to push his huge cock into the woman's asshole.

The woman immediately tried to push him away and get up. But since she had no chance against the two men and she was held by the hair by the man with the cock in her mouth, she surrendered to her fate and tried to relax. But this was easier thought than done and so it took agonizing minutes until at least the head of the pulsating rod penetrated her overstretched asshole. After that it was easier and at least halfway he could penetrate her.

After just a few thrusts into the tight hole, he realized he was ready, so he pushed the woman all the way onto the bed, letting her cock out of her mouth, then the beefy man sat on the woman's breasts and lifted her head on.

She now knew what was coming and opened her mouth as far as she was able to. She had assumed correctly, the beefy one pushed his mighty tail directly into her mouth with a grunt, grabbed her hair and pressed himself down her throat as far as possible. He didn't hear the drumming of the redhead's little fists anymore as he started to push himself in and then out again. Meanwhile, the woman's eyes were wide open and she was struggling to breathe.

It wasn't long before the brawny came and announced his orgasm with a loud scream. Long, heavy streams of his semen ran down her throat. She felt like she was being swamped by his seed.

Although she tried to swallow as much as possible and get it over with, more than half ran out of her mouth and down her throat. At least she could breathe again and smelled the lake of semen that had collected under her head.

But her breather was only brief, until the brawny got up and his place was immediately taken back by the man who had been so rudely rejected before. At least his cock wasn't half that big, which was almost a blessing. That's why it didn't take long until he came too and she got her mouth full of cum for the third time that day.

The three men who had been working on the young girl all rose at the same time and sat around her head. The redhead seized the opportunity and began to tongue tease her now neglected clit.

The bits of mucus mixed with sperm dripping from the girl's cleft tasted sour. But since she already had sperm all over her body, she didn't care and she really enjoyed making the girl tremble with her trembling, heavy breasts. As agreed, all three men were now ready to let their feelings run free. The girl was moaning wildly under the redhead's massage and had her mouth wide open.

And so he got the most of it when the men started cumming almost simultaneously. Much covered her hair and her bobbing breasts were also hit. When the licking woman saw this, she lay down on the girl with her upper body and rubbed and sucked on her wet, slippery breasts. The first man then shoved his dripping cock into the girl's mouth while another used the redhead's mouth.

After a few minutes it was all over.

Everyone got up and, more or less safely, staggered out through the side door. Annabelle kept getting cold and hot and she couldn't and didn't want to get up. Eventually her fear won and she trembled to her feet to continue her quest for reward. She had never experienced anything like it and that's why Annabelle didn't know how to classify her feelings properly.

Was it curiosity, fear or was it the first signs of beginning lust that made itself felt in her? When she fleetingly thought of this, she blushed once more and, shaking her head, she hurried even more to do her job and hurriedly return to her familiar surroundings down in the city. Soon she was lucky, through the wide open door of the next room she could see an older white-haired man at a wooden table, who waved her in as soon as he noticed her. The room was sparsely furnished, a small wooden chest with fine carvings on it and a wide tapestry on the right side being the only furniture apart from the table. Already reassured by the fact that this man seemed to be older and attracted by his big smile, Annabelle stepped up to him and asked for her money as payment for the baked goods already delivered.

Oddly enough, the man ignored her request without hesitation, explaining that her master had already been paid handsomely for the goods and also for the pleasures she, Annabelle, was supposed to provide.

At first she didn't understand what this man was getting at, until she remembered the old stories of kidnapped girls and boys that circulated around town. "You must understand that our guests, on whom we depend, require more than just food and shelter," the white-haired man tried to placate her. "Times are dire, external enemies threaten our existence and without our allies we cannot survive another summer," he whispered while slowly getting up and walking towards them. He stretched out his hands to calm her.

But he achieved exactly the opposite. Annabelle looked around the room like a caught deer, the window, the carpet, the small chest and suddenly she also recognized a small, low door to the left of the carpet. As she backed away, the man realized he might need help and slowly moved to the door, calling for his servants as soon as he got there. Annabelle had been waiting for him to turn and at the same time, lithe and nimble, rushed towards the door in the wall, flung it open and disappeared through it.

A hoarse curse from the white-haired accompanied her the next few meters through almost impenetrable darkness before she met a first junction, where she kept to the left and moved along the outer castle wall.

It had to be one of those secret passages that the tapestry usually hides, I guess. On and on she hurried, only feeling with her hands and relying on her instincts. She didn't hear any footsteps or noise behind her and after the next couple of turns she calmed down a bit. What did the man mean? Politics were made by the rich, those who rolled through the city in gold-shod carriages and could afford houses.

The normal people didn't understand anything about it, or at least only what was spread by the jugglers in the form of songs. But she didn't see his problems as hers and, shaking her head, she hurried on.

After a long time of hurrying around, her stomach was beginning to make itself felt. She hadn't eaten since morning. Now that the excitement was slowly calming down, she was all the more aware of this.

So she paid a little more attention to more doors to other chambers. Once she also climbed one floor up on a wooden spiral staircase. Everything was very dusty and not having been used much in recent times. "All the better, then I won't have any problems either," she thought to herself.

At the next door she dared to open it quietly, of course not without first looking through the keyhole. Nobody was in this room, and unfortunately there was nothing edible in it either. She had no luck in the next two rooms either. Only in the third room could she see a bowl of fruit.

It was a bedroom again and thinking about the last one made her shudder. Nevertheless, her growling stomach won and there were also partitions in this room that she could hide behind, so she opened the door and crept behind one of these walls from where she could see the entire room.

Only now did she realize that she wasn't completely alone. A completely naked young man was lying on his back on the bed, apparently asleep. In any case, he was breathing calmly and relaxed and that's probably why she hadn't noticed him immediately.

With a bulb in hand, Annabelle was about to leave when the main door swung open and a dark-haired woman stepped into the room. Annabelle was just able to disappear behind the wall again when the woman began to tie the man's legs to the lower bedposts. With her hands she did the same thing on the top posts, not with shawls like the girl had done in the last bedroom, but with strong ropes. The man moaned softly and started to move his head a bit without really waking up.

The woman grinned and began to undress. She hung her white bodice on the partition behind which Annabelle was hiding. When Annabelle dared to look next to the wall again, she was able to look at the woman naked for the first time. Her body shimmered completely white.

Her dark hair was a very strong contrast. Another contrast were her firm, slightly oversized breasts topped by huge nipples. Longer than a knuckle of her hand, Annabelle guessed, those nipples must be long. Similar to the women before, this one was shaved around the bottom.

Her labia minora were clearly visible. Now she got what looked like butter from a small container by the bed and knelt between the man's legs. He woke up, shook his head once more and immediately snapped at her: "What did you put in my wine, witch? Leave me alone and go.”

As if nothing had happened, she got up, walked to the head of the bed and slowly but surely forced a gag into his mouth. Although he squirmed and tried to turn, his range of motion was more than limited and so she soon succeeded.

Reaching between his legs, she distributed large amounts of butter on his genitals and immediately took his cock in her mouth. At first it seemed as if her sucking movements weren't crowned with success, but after a few minutes he grew to a stately size under his sparkling eyes. She took it deep in her mouth a few more times before standing up, smiling and turning around. She squatted on the bed with her back to his face and slowly began to lower herself onto his cock.

The butter was still running down his member, smearing her asshole as she pressed his cock against it. Disgusted, the man looked at the ceiling and stopped struggling because it seemed pointless anyway.

Millimeter by millimeter she pressed parts of the tip into her asshole. She pressed the butter away and therefore before the next attempt she took a handful of it again and smeared it both on his member and on her sex. She massaged it deeply and tried to get a part into her already slightly widened hole.

The next attempt was more successful. In just a few minutes, she pressed a considerable part of the red, swollen, swollen cock into her ass. Again and again she let him escape for an inch and then stuck him in for an inch. Soon he was completely gone in her ass.

She enjoyed that feeling for a few seconds before beginning to ride him fast and furiously. His cock kept penetrating her wildly like a hammer, and even opening the door and another woman entering didn't stop her. The newcomer was a very different type of woman, short with short blond hair and huge breasts. Rocking more than walking, she naturally moved towards the dark-haired woman and began kissing her while she continued to ride the cock.

Meanwhile, the man was about to cum, too much irritation from a woman sitting on his cock with her back to him.

Again and again he saw him pushing into the small, now extremely widened asshole. In the meantime he had thrown off his shyness and so he kept pushing his pelvis to push it even deeper. The feeling grew stronger and more intense, the woman noticed this and pushed all the harder until it finally shot out of him. Again and again with violent spasms he shot his juice into the white ass of the dark-haired.

After the last spurts, the woman slowly got up, his still stiff cock slowly slid out of her hole. Then she pushed the busty woman onto the carpet in front of the bed, grinned again, and knelt over her face.

Resting her hands back on her huge breasts, she positioned her asshole so the blonde could comfortably reach it with her tongue. White slime mixed with butter and other things slowly oozed out of the large hole that had been a closed hole this morning. The blonde now began to lick the red walls of this hole and collect the mucus on her tongue before swallowing it.

The steady stream didn't seem to want to dry up. After all, he was deep inside her when his last splashes landed in her intestines.

But that was exactly what the dark-haired woman seemed to like and she moaned wildly at the treatment by the blonde, whose face didn't betray much of enthusiasm. When there was nothing left in her, the woman got up and staggered out of the room a little uncertainly. The blonde remained lying there for a while and tried to remove the mucus that had covered her entire face in the meantime.

Then she got up and walked towards the man who had watched the whole scene with the dislocated neck and was correspondingly aroused, and sat down on him as a matter of course, guided his member into her cunt and now subsequently got the satisfaction that no doubt had earned. Annabelle backed out of the room, glancing at the small woman with the huge bobbing breasts and her sighs of comfort in her ear. Evening was slowly falling in the city. The shadows of the houses grew longer and the merchants in the marketplace were already busy packing their goods.

Annabelle didn't notice that much.

The narrow corridor was only illuminated by the isolated cracks in the stone or in doors and then only when the light was on behind them. Slightly fed up with the stolen fruit, she soon sat down in a dry corner and fell asleep almost immediately. If you heard someone raving about the city, it was mainly because of the many inns and dive bars that a member of the city guard would never stray into after nightfall. Jugglers performed in them, thieves went about their work almost undisturbed, and travelers could find all kinds of amusements there.

Even in these days of upheaval, when no one knew for sure whether the hourglass of time would bring good or bad, no one thought of not enjoying every minute of life. This established the name that outsiders gave the city, Tavar, synonymous with sin or worse, was murmured in private when the city of Moranthes the Second was mentioned. However, this did not stop anyone from learning about sin, provided they had enough money and courage, and it was this money in turn that attracted the most beautiful, wildest and most uninhibited women and men. One of these taverns was the "River of Insight", three-storey, ancient and located in a back alley, it was one of the main attractions for informed visitors to the city.

Melchior, who had only recently returned from the mountains of Ilbar and now longed for some fun and company, was also drawn there.

The coins rang heavy in his bulging pouch, which had cost more than one man his life to earn. But conscience was something a thief couldn't afford. There was a seat right behind the entrance and he sat down there. Bawling people and loud clattering of jugs and metal plates formed the backdrop under which he slowly and attentively looked around.

Countless people of every skin color and every social rank formed a colorful pattern in which he himself did not stand out. Still, he loosened his sword, which he kept well hidden under his cloak. Maria the innkeeper's wife saw the newcomer with a practiced eye and hastened to present him with a large jug of wine, which he accepted with a polite smile and immediately put to his lips. She knew how to please guests so that they would stop by her tavern again next time.

Touched by countless hands and found to be good, she skilfully made her way back to the counter, picked up a tray with more drinks there and took it to the back rooms.

She had to bend down a little to get under the great beams, but finally she came to a large oaken door, which opened immediately after her knock and let her in. Inside, a scene familiar to her was playing out next to a large, burning fireplace. A naked girl was tied frontally to a large bulbous barrel while a small black man penetrated her deeply from behind, over and over again. From the front, a slightly taller guy with long black hair just stuffed his cock deep into her mouth without hearing her protest and now also started jerking into her.

The barrel she was lying on started to move and both men didn't have to make an effort, because these movements were enough to penetrate her again and again.

On a leather sofa in the corner another very young girl knelt with her legs wide apart and prodded a tall giant to penetrate deeper into her asshole. At the same time she was massaging his balls and tugging on them occasionally to remind him that he had to penetrate her fully to please her. Next to the sofa was a wooden tub filled with water in which a fat girl with large sagging breasts was trying to blow three men at the same time. Since her mouth wasn't big enough, she began to jerk off with both hands while one of them was always in her mouth up to the balls.

Judging from her coughing fit, the one in her mouth had come unexpectedly. Countering her reflex to pull away, he held her tightly by her red hair and continued to thrust down her mouth and throat. Eventually he pulled away and she had a chance to cough up copious amounts of semen, some spilling out of her nostrils as well. Spurred on by this, the other two men also squirted their slime on their hair, their breasts and their faces.

Only with the last spasms did one of them manage to get back into her mouth to let her clean his cock.

Large veins showed up on her forehead and her face had turned dark red from coughing. She didn't dare to let go in front of Maria, so she took the other dripping cock as well and cleaned it with her tongue. Covered in semen, she got up, grinned a little again at her appearance and went dripping as she was to the couple on the sofa she had summoned, laid her head sideways on the woman's back and watched spellbound Beatings of the giant slowly penetrated the asshole only to be pulled out again immediately afterwards. After a few more deep thrusts, the giant withdrew from her in a flash and put his cock in the thicker girl's mouth.

Ignoring the sour taste, she only had to suck on him for a few seconds to bring him to his climax and she felt the sticky and viscous juice flooding her tongue. She didn't swallow it but collected every drop of it in her mouth. She had the feeling of bathing in a lake of sperm and everything smelled penetratingly of this scent. Her whole body was covered and with every movement long threads pulled between her breasts, which slowly began to dry.

The woman on the sofa, whose rosette had just been filled with the giant's cock, now lay back lengthwise and opened her mouth wide.

She didn't have to wait long for the girl to bend over her to slowly release the phlegm from her mouth into the woman's mouth. Then they kissed long and hard while the girl lay lengthwise on the woman to rub sperm in her as well. Meanwhile, the two men who had been busy with the girl on the barrel had also come and covered her face with a thick layer of semen. Since neither of them could do it a second time, they had gotten thick wax candles in the meantime, with which they abused their lower holes.

Apparently they were having fun sticking an almost arm-thick candle up their already sore asshole while at the same time occupying their cunt with a no less thick and long candle. She looked unreal, struggling and trying to push out the two foreign objects that were stuck inside her at a good length. Having come up with a new idea, the two took a long ribbon from a pile of clothes and fixed the two candles with it. After that they untied her.

The girl got up uncertainly and strutted around like a wooden one.

After a few steps she fell down and lay on her back panting. Having regained his strength, the long-haired man removed the candle from her cunt and penetrated her deeply without any preparation. He could feel the candle in his gut and only a few layers of skin separated him from her; That's probably why the attraction was so great and soon he was about to cum. So he forced her to lie on her stomach and stretch her ass up, then he removed the second candle as well and entered her now huge asshole without resistance.

Due to the enormous stretching, the irritation first took place deep in her intestines and it took him many more minutes before he squirted with a sigh. After a short period of relaxation, he allowed himself to defecate while he was inside her. Warm and steady, she felt his piss flood her ass. He must have had a few drinks, she thought to herself and only hoped that it would soon be over.

After he finished and pulled away, the black man managed to pee standing up in her gaping hole without missing too much.

The other guests who saw this were less squeamish and soon they were all surrounding her, actively participating. A stream of yellow urine wet her hair, one splashed her face trying to hit her nostrils and the giant covered her evenly from bottom to top while laughing out loud. To top it off, they took the fat girl and forced her to sit on her mouth. They were now gossiping and waiting for her to start urinating too.

So overwhelmed she actually didn't manage to hold him back and in large streams she spilled into the mouth of the girl lying below her.

She couldn't and wouldn't even swallow half, so most of it ran down her cheeks, over her chin and over her eyes into her hair. The bit of make-up she had put on earlier collected in the puddle under her head. After everyone left, only she remained. Sunk to the ground and breathing heavily.

There were pools of yellow piss all around her, and she was lying in the largest one. The taste in her mouth was indefinable, a mixture of every bodily fluid that men and women could emit. But there was also a certain satisfaction in her eyes as she slowly stood up. She couldn't close her widened asshole again, the stretching had been too unusual and so a river of piss and sperm ran down her legs onto the already wet floor.

In order not to get everything dirty, she first decided to lie down in the bathtub, the water of which was still reasonably warm, and then she fell asleep there.

Read the second part: The Story of Annabelle - Part 2