(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AnnalieLisson_Avatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">ANNALIE RACHEL LISSON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Picnic in the mountains<br/><strong>With:</strong>The bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner<br/><br/>I looked up at the cruel bitch of my daughter as she pointed at the sausage on the ground.  That session when she'd been six had been one of the last times I had been able to discipline the child properly.  Had Roland not immediately spoiled her by buying her a brand new bike and taking her to Euro Disney then there might have been some chance to raise her to be a polite, normal child.  I knew there was pain to come but not seeking to provoke more and certainly not certain of when I might eat again I leaned down and took the piece of meat in my mouth.  I was always hungry, a side effect of the hormonal tweaks that Roland had asked me to take in order to keep my body plump but not quite obese. I took one bite and chewed, not speaking to her but watching the evil girl out of the corner of my eye.  I grew worried as she  pulled up her skirt and dropped her panties to the grass as I choked down the last bite of the sausage that was covered with dirt on one side.<br/><br/>My concern turned to horror as Marie-Claire pulled a strap on penis from her bag of perverted toys.  Oh I'd seen such things, one couldn't miss them as the TV was full of female-female sex as well as normal male-female copulation.  I knew what it was certainly but had never expected to see my own daughter wearing one and absolutely never expected her to be waving it in my face.  I cringed at the thought of being impaled on it and quickly answered my daughter.  "Maitress, please stick it in my... in this slave's cunt."  Both my holes cringed at the thought of being reamed or buggered by that hard piece of plastic.  I looked at her with all the distaste and horror that I could muster as she knelt in front of me and held the terrible thing in front of my face.  I shook my head slightly but when Marie-Claire pressed the abhorrent thing against my lips I reluctantly opened them and began licking and sucking.  The riding crop and the electric whip enforced her demands and I knew that it was going to pierce me soon; as she said I might as well lubricate it a bit.<br/><br/>I was a good cock sucker having signed up for twice weekly classes at the gym.  We occasionally used rubber dildos so I was familiar with sucking on an inanimate object although I much, much preferred real male flesh.  I tired to forget what I was doing and focus on licking the hard shaft but hearing Marie-Claire get off on what I was doing made me sick to the stomach.  When she pulled out suddenly my lips were still around the shaft and there was a faint 'pop' as well as a strand of my saliva connected to the end of the horrid thing.<br/><br/>When my daughter ordered me to turn around and expose myself to her I balked, at least at first.  The motion toward the crop got me moving again but not quickly enough to avoid a pair of painful strokes from the leather instrument, one on each heavy breast.  I turned and arched my back to present my holes and prayed that she would take me in my womanhood.  At the touch of her hands on my ass and the wet plastic on my arse hole I cried out but could not pull away.  "Merde!  Oh merde!" Despite the plug my ass was on fire as the blazing rod of the dildo penetrated my bowels.  The plug had been sleek and smooth while this dildo had a cruel, flared head and bumps and the Bitch shoved it into me without mercy.  My screams turned to sobs as she pummeled me, her hands on my soft breasts.  My sobs continued until she stiffened against me in orgasm and I collapsed face down in the grass, her dildo lewdly plugging my rear hole.  The intimate feeling of laying with Roland had always been my favorite part of intercourse and here I was tied to my daughter with this dildo up my bowels.