<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/>I grimaced with pain but more really with the humiliation of it as Marie-Claire slapped my face.  I yelped as she hit my breasts.  I'd always been large and voluptuous but the last three years of a special diet as well as constant breast enhancement treatments had made my chest particularly large, firm and sensitive.  Roland and I had loved tittie play in bed; tit fucking and all manner of fun with my breasts.  Now, the lash of the leather leash was showing the dark side of such large and tender orbs.  My pale skin reddened under the blows and my nipples hardened and grew reluctantly erect under the press of the breeze and the effects of the lash.<br/><br/>Crawling on my hands and knees I felt exposed, my asshole and pussy were in plain view between my rounded, jiggling ass cheeks.  My full figure jiggled seductively as I struggled to keep up with Marie-Claire.  I jerked involuntarily as my hands and knees were skinned and reddened by the rough pavement which earned me a brutal jerk.  Almost pulled off my feet by the strength of my daughter I choked and scrambled to keep up.<br/><br/>I knelt quietly for a moment as the bitch, my daughter ran up and looked at the car my traitor of a husband had bought her.  I thought he... was devoted to me and would never do this but some twisted family loyalty made him offer me up to this harridan of a daughter.  At the sight of the little prison built into the boot of the Porsche I groaned in the gag and stood to get away.  I had always had a strong fear of enclosed spaces and there was no way I was going to climb in that little prison.  I would sooner die than be confined like that for who knows how long!<br/><br/>This of course earned me a shock from one of the BAF enforcers directly behind me.  I screamed and fell back to my knees as Marie-Claire came over and jerked me onto my face, spanking my plump, reddening ass and dragging me bodily across the parking lot.  I managed to get to my hand and knees again and yanked back at her.  This earned me a flurry of shocks until I was laying drooling on the ground, leaking piss as my bladder had let go under their assault.  The BAF men dumped a bucket of water on me and injected me with a stimulant used to keep slaves wide awake and jittery during training sessions where they might be inclined to pass out from pain.<br/><br/>Climbing in a wobbly fashion back to my knees I groaned and reluctantly climbed into the tight coffin prepared for me.  My body was a mass of cramps and pain, my head wrapped in cotton and hazy with the after affects of the shock.  The faux fur was ticklish and itchy and the memory foam confining but soft and gently conforming to my body.  I had to curl up into a tight, fetal ball to fit in the boot and already my heart rate began to rise as my predicament overcame my shocked mind.  Then I squealed as Marie-Claire shoved a well lubricated anal plug up my back hole.  I jerked and struggled to climb out as Marie-Clair pushed me back down even as one of the BAF enforcers again shocked me.  Slumping back I cried in pain, fear and humiliation as my ass was plundered by the plug.  Roland knew that I was utterly opposed to anal sex and other than a few drunken shots up my rear passage I was untouched for my entire life.  Sobbing more heavily I jerked and cringed as the mask was placed over my mouth and nose and the catheter fed up my urethra.<br/><br/>With a scream from me the boot was closed and I was locked in the darkness.  My fear swept in and claimed me and I began to jerk and pound futilely as the memory foam encased me and absorbed my every attempt to claw my way out of this coffin.<br/><br/>