<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>Roland Lisson and the bitch Marie-Claire Lisson her daughter and owner<br/><br/>The ride in the boot of the car was a living hell.  Confined in the memory foam with a mask on my face, barely able to breath, a catheter in my urethra and a plug up my butt it was like I was back in the womb.  Marie-Claire drove the car like a maniac through what had to be the hills outside of Monaco.  Every twist, turn, bump and squeal of the brakes made me cringe and cry.  For the first ten minutes of the ride I screamed hysterically, crying and thrashing inside the boot.  I jerked and banged to no avail only managing to exhaust myself.  The exertion and fear caused me to start to hyperventilate and I feared I would die back there in the boot.  Soon my screams turned to whimpers and tears as I curled myself even tighter and sobbed.<br/><br/>With each stop hope flared anew and I screamed and banged on the boot.  I could hear Marie-Claire speaking to some one as she filled the tank with petrol but no one came to my rescue.  At two more stops I continued to try to get someone to free me to no avail.  Gods, what was my life going to be like?  The bitch said she was going to keep me in the trunk like this for a long time; take me everywhere confined like this.  I knew I was going to die from the fear and confinement.  The minutes blurred into what seemed like hours as I broke down into terrible dreams.<br/><br/>Finally when the trunk opened I lay comatose and unmoving, my body still heaving with sobs.  Marie-Claire's voice broke into my dark dreams and I raised my head to look up. My face was reddened from crying and the emotional trauma of my confinement.  Still, I glared at the little cunt for daring to treat me like this.  Whatever I was going to say died stillborn on my lips as the little bitch shocked me with some kind of overpowered cattle prod.  I screamed inside the mask and felt the warm trickle inside the catheter as my body convulsed in the most intense pain I had ever felt.  When the shock was finally over I lay back limp in my little nest of foam, my sobs racking my body as I struggled to breath.   I looked up at Marie-Claire, this time pleading as she asked if I would cooperate.  Before I could nod my head yes she shocked me again with the lash.  I didn't think a human throat could shape a scream as loud as I screamed that instant.  After I regained control of my body I looked back up at my daughter.  "Yes, please Marie-Claire I will behave, just don't lash me again.  Please..."