<div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/lola_lynn_s1-024.jpg)</div><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>BAF Office Foyer<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her husband and owner Roland Lisson and her daughter Marie-Claire Lisson<br/><br/>Annalie was in a terrible mood and hid it poorly.  She'd loved her daughter, perhaps too much and the girl had ended up a spoiled little bitch.  Oh it had started out with the typical mother-daughter clashes; Annalie had fought tooth and nail with her own mother at this age.  But Marie-Claire took it to an entirely different level.  She'd perfected the skill of playing up to her father, Roland who was also her husband and owner, for favors.  The man spoiled her rotten and had increasingly ignored her.  They had never been entirely close although Annalie had done her best to give him a good home and help him entertaining his business friends and colleagues.  Of course Annalie conveniently ignored her own part in spoiling the child as a preteen in order to play her against her often distant husband.<br/><br/>As a result Annalie had drifted away from Roland as well as her own daughter over the last three or four years.  Of course he fucked her often and hard.  Her soft, voluptuous body was just what he liked and she had carefully kept her body tight and attractive under her plush exterior to keep him attracted to her.  No, it was not so much her distant relationship with her husband that was upsetting her it was that the bitch of her daughter was getting freed today and probably gifted with some pretty slave girl for her twisted lesbian desires.  Marie-Claire thought she was oh so clever in making sure papa caught her with that one bitch.  Oh, she'd made sure Roland sold that girl off to a pony farm in South Africa.  The last she had heard the woman was branded, tattoo, pierced and 'enhanced' for the pony circuit.  Served the little bitch right.  Of course Marie-Claire had had other little lovers amongst the house slaves although she thought they were oh so secret.  Annalie has said nothing to Roland know that he'd only indulge the little princess even more.<br/><br/>Well, now that the bitch of her daughter was 18 she'd get her freedom that Roland refused to give her despite years of nagging as well as that damn Porsche.  Now as they walked into the BAF office Annalie at least was dressed up in a cute Yves St. Laurent outfit with a nice skirt that showed off her full figure and a low cut blouse that provided an excellent view of her cleavage.  She let her mind drift a bit thinking of the party tonight she would give for Roland's firm.  It had taken some doing but she had all the details settled.  Annalie started and smiled for a moment as Roland stated the Marie-Claire would be enslaved but she settled back as he indicated it was a joke.  Served her right...<br/><br/>Annalie shook her head and started to turn away as Marie-Claire received her card and paperwork.  So she was free... paugh.  She'd do something stupid within the month and be thrown into the BAF cunt holding pens as a slave if there was any justice.  When Roland offered to gift her with one of his slaves, Annalie's ears perked up.  It would probably be that red headed cunt that Marie-Claire liked to work on at night.  Then she frowned as he recited a collar number.  That sounds familiar...<br/><br/>Annalie gasped in horror about the same time as Marie-Claire read the name on the deed.  No!  He couldn't.  Annalie stood shocked looking from her husband/owner to her daughter and back.  "No, darling, how could you.  Not to her!  I'm her mother for gods sake!"  Roland only laughed as he handed the leash to Marie-Claire.  "I'm done with you.  You're useful but I can get another cunt or two to do my entertaining and suck my cock.  It's time for a bit of quality mother-daughter time I think."  Laughing he ignored her pleas and walked off whistling.<br/><br/>She tried to make another plea her head was jerked around by Marie-Claire and she glared at her daughter.  Meanwhile, several of the BAF officials had gathered, drawn by Annalie's raised voice and the tension between the three family members.  Annalie spit at the ground in front of her bitch daughter "No, you'll respect your..."  and was she was shocked in the ass by a tall, burly man with a slave prod.  "Ahhhgggghhhh...  ooohhhhhh..." Annalie wavered and fell to her knees before being prodded again and then picked up roughly by a guard.  Her eyes were a bit frightened as she looked at Marie-Claire and nodded.<br/><br/>Taking off her clothing piece by piece she stood nude and voluptuous in front of the assembled office staff and her leering daughter.  She choked as the ball gag was shoved in her mouth, the taste of rubber and the pressure on her mouth foreign as Roland had never gagged her during their years of marriage and ownership.  Shaking she knelt before her daughter.