ANNABELLE extract

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"Tell me how you feel now slut? I want to know what is going through your mind right at this point, right now. Tell me?" Petra was sipping from a glass of red wine and she was looking up at Annabelle. There was no smile now - it seemed that this was not the time for smiles. And there was this atmosphere - this vibe that filled that living space in that penthouse apartment. It was almost as though there had been a row between the two women - the older one and the younger one. But there had been no row. There had been no 'words' between them at all, and certainly no 'argument'. It had been a case of Petra switching it again. It had been a case of her blinking out one set of vibes and then when she opened her eyes again, there was this other vibe. One of control and subjugation. She had insisted that Annabelle watch as those words, 'slut' and 'whore' had been painted on her breasts and she had carefully and confidently scrolled those words with lipstick at the same time as watching Annabelle. She was watching for any sort of reaction - she was watching for the slightest sign of distress in Annabelle - and she was watching for any sign of resistance. And to watch like that she had to be intense, she had to be switched on and alert - and she was.

But this was a woman who was apparently confident in her own abilities. She was a woman who knew where she had taken Annabelle so far. She knew how far she had taken her - and more to the point she knew what she'd had to work with from the very start. She hadn't planned this for Annabelle. This young woman with sexual issues had fallen into her lap and she was merely making the most of the opportunity. Now that she had her, that is, now that she had her where she wanted her there would be plans going forward and when Petra thought about that she smiled. But it wasn't a smile of happiness that crossed her perfectly made up, attractive face, there was a hint of evil in there. And it was the first time that evil had showed itself in this woman - except of course for her plans for her elderly husband. With Annabelle though it was like a first hint of 'direct evil'.

"I don't know what I feel. I just feel horny all the time. I feel wet all the time. More than ever before." And there was more than a hint of distress in Annabelle's voice. It was like it was all coming on top for her. It might have been even like she was wishing it was just herself again and not this woman. Like she wished that it was back to the way it had been with her dealing with issues on her own. She had been able to keep a lid on it that way and she had been able to function in her own way. "Yes. Yes I'm sure this is true slut. But you know, you will have to know some time that there is no 'cure' for you. Your sexuality will take up more and more of your time. I said I would help you and I will. But my help is only to get you through each and every day because this intense sexuality you feel is not going to go away. It is going to grow and grow. And it is in the future that you will need support in what you are going through."

Petra spoke as though painting a picture of doom for Annabelle. That was precisely what she was doing. And yet at the same time she was painting that picture the way she wanted it to be. She was leading Annabelle - she was leading her like a lamb to the slaughter and it was easy for her to do that. She watched this young woman, smooth and hairless between the legs, and yet slick with her own juices as well, absorb her words and take them in. It was like there was no sign of questioning from Annabelle. There was no sense that she wasn't believing a word of what Petra was saying and that she needed to question it. Rather there was this sense of a heavy load being put onto the shoulders of this young woman - a heavy load that she had to deal with and not question, like she was accepting what Petra was saying was the truth the whole and nothing but the truth.

"What I meant was what are you 'feeling' inside? What are your thoughts? Do you agree with my 'assessment' in two words of you, for instance?" Petra was referring to the words slut and whore written in lipstick across Annabelle's tits. And it was like Annabelle herself didn't want to look down at them - or didn't want to look at those words because she was fearful that her retinas would burn off.

"It's true isn't it? Those words. They are true. They are me." And again there was this distress in Annabelle's voice. It was like the part of the truth that she didn't want to hear or that she didn't want to face. "Look down at the words on your flesh in slut red lipstick. Look at them Annabelle and realise what you are." Petra knew that if Annabelle sounded distressed when she was so sexually charged and aroused, that the distress must have been acute. A mild level of anxiety and distress would be drowned out by the need to gain sexual gratification. And so if there was this distress showing through that, then it had to be acute. Petra smiled to herself at that thought. She liked it that Annabelle was distressed and she liked it that the distress and anxiety were watered down a little bit with sexual arousal. That would make it all the better all the more harsh when she could take that pleasure and that arousal away from this girl. And she would be able to do that. She would be able to do that with ease in due course. But at the moment it was baby steps that she was taking and that she was making Annabelle take.