The Anne Chronicles

                                                                                               The Anne Chronicles

                                                                                                Chapter 1 Holiday Plans

                                                                                                   by roccodadom44

                                                                                                    roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

    Annie and her lover, Sean, were discussing plans for the upcoming holiday weekend. She wanted sun and sand,  just the two of them, He wanted to take Annies fag hubby up to Seans isolated White Mountain retreat for a long weekend of abuse and humiliation. Well, he talked her into it by promising to really fuck up Marco, Annies tiny dicked husband. As Sean explained, he would invite some of his buds,  Annie should invite some of her girl friends, and they could all get after the loser. Annie didnt take long to figure this could get interesting, as she had gotten addicted to hurting the whiney fag, she knew a roomful of like minded sadists would really give hubby what he deserved. She giggled at the thought that everyone just naturally wanted to fuck with wimpy, he brought it on himself, she was sure. Of course after sucking her lovers fat eight inch cock, Annie got a promise of a week on the Vineyard, a nice bonus, she thought.

As it was only Tuesday night, they had all week to plan the party, Annie was sure her two wildest friends would jump at the chance to abuse Marco, they loathed him, and also get some of Sean and his boys cocks, not to mention, party in the White Mountains. Sean already knew who he was inviting, five hard core sadists, led by the imcomparable Johnny Reb, a war buddy of Seans, who was  a nurse, who liked to play doctor, if you follow. He also wanted Billy, his State Trooper pal, another vet, he was bringing his taser gun,  telling this to Annie got the desired response, she was visably excited, wanting to get on with the destruction of hubby, you have to love that level of hate.  Sean asked Annie who she would bring, and Liz got him hot, he didnt want her, she was to pushy, to self centered for him, but she loved to abuse Marco, had it in for him, and she could fuck, would fuck.  Annie had told him that Liz could get Marco to piss himself, just by yelling at him, thats sweet. She also was bringing Gina, a firery little redhead, who was a violent cunt, to say the least. Sean dug Gina, though he thought her a little flighty, a little unstable, Marco was in for an extended period of pain and humiliation, that made him happy, Jesus, he despised the fag, the creepiness oozed off of him, like sewage.

   Well as the week progressed, Annie started to feed her hubby doses of meds, antidiareha, antibiotics, blood thinners, to ward off blood clots from the bruising shithead would get. She thought back at how fast her boring, dull, unfullfiled marriage had come undone in the past year, wow, she was a different person, stronger, wiser, freer, and she had Liz, who encouraged her to cheat on Marco, and his three inch boner, and Sean, who had swept her off her feet, he was  the ying to Marcos yang, to thank. Sean was a decorated veteran, had a trade, carpentry, lots of friends, eight inch fat cock, witty, funny, and was a naturally dominant guy. Compare that with Marco, a fucking sad sack toad, she thought, a whiney wimp, who was completely broken, when Annie said jump, the weasle was a jumpin, he had no friends, his family hated him, but the fucker still adored her, Annie loved that she had that power over him. She had control of everything, told him when to eat, shit, sleep, most important she controlled the money, she was putting all their savings, considerable after three years, into a private account. Dummy hadnt a clue, and as she looked at her hubby cleaning the kitchen cabinets, Annie insisted all the food was lined up alphabetized, she giggled that it turned her on to make him waste his life doing stupid things, she didnt really get why, but she loved it, and thats enough.

  She knew Marco was nervous about the few snippetts of talk he picked up between the lovers, he must be curious about all the booze and food Annie ordered him to pickup on his errand runs, then again, Annie giggled, he was a dimwitted fag, he was always going to be the dumbest person in the room, Annie knew. She did tease him that something wild was going to happen this weekend,  he was quick enough to read her evil laugh,  he was begging, she did love to hear him beg, not that she ever gave in, fuck him, she really did hate him, she dug that he still tried to believe she was just roleplaying, but,no, she fucking hated him,  wished Sean would move in, so she could divorce the loser, she allready owned half of Marcos house, a condtion she insisted on, before marrying the lizard. She still marveled that she ever thought she could be happy with him, she had come off a bad breakup, was in her forties, allready divorced, and she wanted security. Well, Marco had a nice pension, and he was only in his early fifties, could keep giving her his 3600 each month, she never gave him any money back, only let him use a credit card when he shopped for groceries, picked up her dry cleaning, and such, not bad, she giggled, he gave her his money, she gave him her shit, literally.

   That reminded her she needed to pinch a loaf, so she ordered faggy into position, she had devised different numbers for different positions, 1 kneel head back mouth open, call it urinal, 2 flat on back, mouth open, call it shit hole, 3 he bent over and grabbed his ankles, call it ass beating time, and so on. It still turned her on to use him like this, she always stared into his sad eyes as she first pissed down his throat, and then squeezed out a log or two of fine caviar, she made him call her shit caviar and her piss champagne, made him beg for it, he did, he usually got a tiny hard on when she shit him,  this excited Annie, but it also made her want to savage the fag, what guy willingly ate shit, got hard over it, what a loser. He always screwed up his face while he ate her offering, but he did it, as Annie casually dribbled spit into his ugly face, coating his eyes, she teased him that he would be having caviar and champagne to beat the band this weekend, he shuddered, Annie giggled, perfect.

    He could cook, she had to give him that, as she enjoyed her perfectly done salmon steak, potatoe, and salad. Call it training, but hubby was conditioned to wait off to his Mistress s  side, while she dined, he waited. He always wore white elbow length gloves, white cotton frilly apron, his tiny showed, she loved to be reminded of his short commings. She giggled, she did this alot, recalling how it was impossible to train him to walk in heels, she really had wanted him in six inch heels, but the fucker was to uncoordinated, he would fall every couple of steps, the creep. She gave up, beat him senseless, but gave up, she liked to be waited on, what girl didnt, and as she snapped her fingers, toadface stepped forward, gave her a pink dog dish. She chewed up the remaining bits of fish and potatoe, not much really,  spit it into the dog dish,  while dummy went and got her a cigarette and glass of Merlot, her latest fave, Annie relaxed, enjoyed the serenity of taking control of your own life, all the nights she put up with wimpy humping her, well, getting an inch in and shooting a feeble spurt of unmanly juice, her feeling tense, unfullfilled, sneaking to the bathroom, washing his pathetic cum out of her snatch, god forbid, he ever pregged her, she couldnt bare the thought of ever having his child, she wondered if he even could get her pregnant.

    She loved her after dinner cig, knew it was bad, but fuck it, wine and a smoke made her positively calm. Flicking the ashes in the dog dish, she ordered the dolt to begin jumping jacks, she wanted him energetic, she loved to work him hard, had his day chored up, some legit, some boring, humiliating time fillers. As she looked at his fag body, she could only smirk, his little willy looking like a clit. He was always smooth shaven now, even eye brows gone, he had no hair, so his shriveled dick looked like a babys, this amused Anne to no end, fuck, he was scary tiny, what was the point of having a cock at all, if it couldnt satisfy a cunt, pointless, totally pointless. He got winded so fast, face red, sweaty, yuck, she tired of him, quick, she snapped, he knelt,  tongue out, which she used to exstinguish her smoke, nightly rituals are fun. He always ate the butt, she considerd it fiber for him,  she then let him eat his dinner, using her foot to push his pig face deep into the dish, he got every bit, truth be told, she didnt feed him much, why bother, fuck him.

   Again, routine, she would lock the toad in his dog cage, just big enough for him to kneel, mesh wide enough to get your hands at him, fun fun, he would press his silly face against the wire siding,  Annie would use her heel tip to slam his forehead. He looked like a fucking hindu fag, as the scar was always broken open, blood dripping, it was a nice feeling for Anne, here asshole take my rage,mmm. She would then piss in a water bowl, and leave it in his cage, and that was that, see you in the am, bitch. Looking over her shoulder, as she passed through the door of the downstairs bathroom where she kept him, she had to laugh at his sad state. Naked, head bloody, piss bowl in his face, forced to kneel in one place all night, allready he was shifting weight as his knees hurt pressing on the hard plywood bottom of the cage, again, she knew it was perfect, right, and definitly just, payback for his inability to be a man, Annie needed a man not a toad.

   Sexual energy, Anne woke throbbing with it, her cunt was soaked, stank, she loved it, Sean would be over, they would head to NH, for a weekend of fucking and mayhem. Hubby was gonna catch hell, God, she wanted him savaged, their guests were just the folks to help, Annie giggled. Thinking of all the cocks she would be getting got her moaning, as her fingers played, but thoughts of her husbands abuse pushed her off the cliff,  she rolled two huge orgasms to start the day, not bad, the old broad still had it.

  What a creep, she loathed looking at him, though his condition aroused her. He was curled un in the fetal position, like an ugly freak baby, he had even shit himself, fag, his sad, stupid eyes followed her, she giggled, some more, the fear in him was abundant, he looked like a mental defective,  she was certain he was. His knees were bloody,  as she opened his cage, she ordered him out and on his feet. He was a fucking stooge, flopping to his feet, dazed, confused, stupid, nice. She slapped him, hard, making his face distort nicely, had his attention, "Since you cant be house trained, you will sleep outside, forever, for fucking ever, under the porch in the summer, garage winters, thats it shitboy, case closed."  He was sobbing, she laughed at his wimpiness, his inability to take control, she loved that he knew, absolutly knew, that he never, ever would sleep in this house again, that got her clam flapping, Jesus, she needed Seans cock to soothe, take this edge off.

  She settled for whipping her screaming hubby, she love to use an old belt of Seans to savage him,  as wimpy grasped his ankles, Annie went crazy on his ass, legs, then she did his back, finishing with a nasty knee to his tiny ball sack, he left the floor, crashed, and puked, perfect, She ordered him to clean up and then make her tea and toast, as she went to shower. One of her fave things, hot showers, she shaved her legs, humming, thinking sexy thoughts, thinking Sean and his magic stick, leaving her thick black bush intact, Sean dug her forest, she dug Sean. As she dried, she studied her forty six year old body, loved her still spectacular tits, heavy, slight sag, pink gumdrop nipples, her skin still supple, despite her fondness for hot showers, a little beginnings of celluite on her thighs and fat, sexy ass. She guessed everyone was right, older women got horny, cause she was glowing, wanted it everyday, wanted new shit, wanted her husband punked royally, that, she knew, drove all her sexual feelings off the chart, the knowledge that hubby was suffering got her off something fierce.

  An useful idiot, thats what he was, her tea fixed perfect, toast just done, butter spread quite right, TV on her fave morning show.  He was standing, waiting for her command, off to her left, out of her sight, why look at that ugly fuck while eating, she figured. She loved that she could get so drastic with him, like earlier, she was going to make  him sleep uder the porch for the rest of the summer, her cunt was dripping, she was giggling,  not at the telly, her mind was much more entertaining than morning TV, thank you very much. A simple snap and faggy went to get her morning smoke, lighting it with an overdone curtsy, she couldnt help spitting in his ugly face, fuck you. He disgusted her, fascinated her, she wanted to see how far he would go, she knew, and she knew they would get there, that thought was scary, exciting, staggering, but it was there.

   She liked playing that mind game, worth more dead or alive, his pension was nice, but it went with him, she had married him after his retirement, no survivor benifits. However his insurance was half a million, not bad, would ease her mourning, right. She flicked her ashes on his disgusting tongue, really didnt even think about it, just normal, made him kneel on the marble tiles, his knees were shot, he was in pain all the time, fucking right. She started to grind her bare foot into his balls, he wimpered, didnt move though, she got rougher, squashing his nuts hard, he was sweating, squirming, but his mouth stayed open, he knew the punishment for not making his mouth available for her ashes, she had put the cig out on his tiny cock head, she loved the smell of his flesh, had that notion tucked away in her deviant mind, smelled like chicken, she giggled. She wanted to go to the gym, but the sexual tension was overpowering, decided ot use her toys to milk another cum before Sean got here, So after putting her butt out on his tongue, kicking his nuts, telling him no breakfast, ordering him to go count the stones on their crushed stone driveway, that he would try to actually count them, made her juicy, she was off to her bedroom.

   Pretending to read the magazine, really way to excited about the comming festivities, Anne shifted on the couch, giggled at her fag hubby through the window, on his bloody knees, counting rocks. As their house was secluded he was nude and she realized again, how tiny he was, his dick was barely an inch soft, wow, she hated him, hated his spinelessness, was overcome with longing to go all the way, made her dizzy. She forced her brain to say what this was, and she didnt flinch at the word snuff, she felt her clit stir, her breathing deepen, she was going to have to do it, sooner or later. Laughing at the notion that she would be doing him a favor, he really had no reason to live, it would only get worse for dummy, giggling that she could give a fuck about what was best for him, she was drawn, like a moth to hot light, to his ultimate demise. It was daunting, had to be done right, she would need to plan it perfect, only share it with certain people, thinking his death got her mind off of her sexual tension,  as she turned away from watching the dolt do his thing, she went to the computer and started asking questions, like the best way to off your loser husband, while going on your merry way.

    Just having Sean in the house gladdened her, his presence enveloping her, making her feel special, God, he was gorgeous, she moaned, swooned at his strong embrace, his tongue probing her tingling mouth. She fairly dragged Sean upstairs, undressing him with demon speed, swallowing all of his eight inches in one greedy gulp, running her fingers all over his hard man body, loving his bullet holes, what they represented, bravery, feeling his heavy, potent balls, letting him have his way with her electric tits, she was already in that zone, her cunt was insisting on fullfillment. Sean took her on the floor, hard, fast, with all of his being, it was amazing to Annie, who had never been a prude, that sex, fucking she meant, could be this intense, he played her like a violin, he was a virtuoso, knowing just when to slow, when to quicken, when to powerdrive her into a frenzy. She had been embarrassed by how loud she got when he banged her like this, but with his assurance, she now let it rip, screaming his name, her love of him, for him, while wrapping her legs around him, arms holding him, as if forever, her pussy shooting streams of juice, soaking his crotch and belly, sticking to her thick pubic hair, she felt like her soul was on fire as she came over and over again. Her tears, pure, unadulterated joy, she never wanted this to end, knew it would, shit, Sean was only thirty two, he would want kids, Annie could see that day comming, before, she would wallow in self pity, now, she would milk every ounce of passion from this improbable relationship, before moving on.

  She adored how terrified her hubby was of Sean, and as the troll knelt before them, naked, bruises ample, bloody forehead always, lil wee wee hard. Giggling, Annie knew the mega doses of viagra caused that, but dug her hubbys tiny staying hard while he got fucked over, proving his enjoyment of his destruction. As Sean urinated down faggys throat Annie taunted him with, "Consider the party started dipshit, the next seventy two hours are going to be fucking beautiful, well, maybe not for you, but fuck you, I hate you. If you make it through the weekend, if, you will be completely broken, this is it fag, I want to really destroy you."  As her hubby sucked Seans cock clean, his tears ran, snots bubbled, his body sob wracked, Annie was soaked, she loved to see him suffer,  her brain was screaming violence,mmmm, brutality. She always stood over him to feed him Seans creampie, she would not allow him to ever touch her again, that was set in stone. Giggling at the way the loser hastily swallowed it, she knew he was starved, but she figured he ate enough shit and cum, fuck him.

  

   It was Seans idea, he didnt want loser fucked up to much, quipping they would all enjoy a blank canvas to work with this weekend, cant argue that logic, Annies cunt was leaking she was so hot, as they used their lit cigs to burn between her husbands toes. He was screaming bloody blue murder, his voice already cracking, she knew he would be mute by the end of the weekend, this thrilled her, as his voice annoyed her. They had him chained tight to a weight bench, and his feet were tied over his head where they had easy access. God, she loved the smell of his burning flesh, his screams, farts, piss sprays, as they savaged him, turning his toes into a series of angry burns, swollen, pain filled digits, and she couldnt help telling the fool, "If we did this here, what the fuck do you think we are going to do to your sorry ass up in the secluded White Mountains?", he sobbed, she laughed, Sean stomped him in the ribs, perfect. Big reason she loved Sean, his rubbing vicks vapor rub all over her hubbys fried toes, the loser really did shit, piss, puke, all at once, who could ask for more. The way he writhed, the chains rubbing his skin bloody raw, sweat covered, he was making gurgling sounds, Annie was on fire, her hubby was fucked, really fucked.

   While Annie packed,  Sean groped her and amused her with ideas to fuck up her hubby, the dolt was where he had been ordered, doing jumping jacks, barefoot on the crushed stone driveway, ruined toes throbbing, panting, halfblinded by fright, but the fucker was doing them. They watched him from the bedroom window, She couldnt get his willingness to please her, really hated him, knew she needed to see this through, and she nervously broached Sean, "I cant see myself stomaching him much longer, I really need to destroy him, hide my mistake, I dont want, ever, to have to say,"Oh, thas my exhusband, fuck, how humiliating."  Sean held her, thank God, he was a man who knew when to act it. When he whispered that it had to end like this, She was in her safe harbor, had the only real green light she needed flashing brightly. They laughed about it, talked it loosely, Sean saying most of the work was done, as no one would miss the loser, or care that he was gone, they just needed to make it simple. Promising to work it out after their party weekend, they got back to commenting on the sad sack, doing completely uncoordinated jumping jacks, feet bloody, and when he finally keeled over, laying face down in the stones, Annie came, loudly, with no manual stimulation, and when Sean said, "Imagine your orgasm when hubby buys it, Annie had a minor hiccup cum, causing her to get the giggles,  the merry couple were in perfect moods for the party at hand.

They needed to have a little fun at the fags exspence, waking him with the cold garden hose, and then whipping him with bamboo canes, he schreeched nicely, Sean and Anne working up a sweat. Annie giggled,"Its the new workout, sweeping the country, sweating to the fag bashing." That set them off on a frenzy of activity. leaving dummy striped, bloody, cowering in the fetal position, wher he belonged, no doubt. Annie love watching Sean shit down her husbands mouth, how easily the fag took it, he was a natural shit eater, that he got terrible infections didnt bug her, again, fuck him, he ate shit, what did he expect. Sean, after making hubby clean his ass with Tp, then eat it, rammed the flowing hose down Marcos throat, causing the shit to cascade out, like a fucking volcano.

  Thye got him in the truck bed, staked on his back, naked, spread eagle, and gave him a little bit to think about on the ride to NH. First Sean rammed a beer can up his ass, duct taping it in place, he put alligator clips on the tiny ballbag and penis, including the sensitive head, getting a nice whimper from the hoarse fag. Annie clipped his nipples, enjoying the teeth digging through the fag nips, ordered his tongue out, he obeyed, no doubt, she clipped his tongue, and using fishing line tied his tongue to his nipples, his head was bent towards his chest, any relaxing caused his tits and tongue to yank beautifully. Sean finished the deal, tieing his willy clip and ballbag to his nipples pulling his tiny junk towards his chest. Annie thought it performance art,  as they stomped him good, spitting on him, cursing him, she felt on top of the world. Covering him with the tarp, throwing their bags and coolers on him, roughly, they were off, let the party begin.

                                                                                  end chapter 1