Bonus Round 11 - Honeymoon

[b]*Honeymoon*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in front of a pair of glass doors. She peered around and figured she was in a tropical place of some sort. Palm trees swayed to and fro in a gentle breeze. The sun shined brightly down onto a canopy which she was presently under. On the opposite side from the doors was a circular driveway with a small collection of high-class cars parked closely together. Through the doors Annabelle could see a marble lobby. This was clearly the entrance to a hotel.

She looked down at herself. She wore a wide brimmed white sun hat and large leopard print sunglasses. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Hugging her curves was a skimpy red bikini which showed a lot of skin. Her jiggling breasts were barely contained in the thin piece of fabric. Her bottoms were a high riding red thong that left very little to the imagination. The material of the thong stuck into her vagina, giving her a prominent cameltoe. It also stuck into her protruding ass cheeks, giving her the feeling of having a wedgie. Her navel piercing shone in the light and her tattoos were visible for anybody to see. She stood on five inch sandal pumps.

Annabelle reached into her hat, fished out her cigarettes, and lit one up. She inhaled the smoke deeply and eyed her surroundings, waiting for something to happen. The feeling of smoke filling her lungs felt much more routine to her now; like she had been doing it for years. She listened to the birds chirp, and enjoyed a few seconds of solace.

But the solace was quickly broken as a black Cadillac thundered up the drive and stopped in front of Annabelle. The windows were darkly tinted and the vehicle shone brightly. Stepping out of the Cadillac's back seat and slamming the door was Anthony. He wore a pair of black shorts, a red tank top, black sandals and a confident smile. His eyes came to rest on Annabelle as the vehicle behind him sped off. Annabelle smiled coyly back at Anthony and felt butterflies in her stomach as he stared. The sun reflected off his dark brown skin. His rippling muscles and powerful stance hypnotized Annabelle who quickly found herself staring as well.

He strode towards her and grabbed her tiny left hands in his huge one. He examined her cheap diamond ring.

"Careful, Daddy, don't ruin my nails." Annabelle blurted up at Anthony.

He looked down with a wider smile as he smoothly replied, "Don't worry, Ho', I ain't gonna mess your shit up."

Anthony continued to hold Annabelle's hand and he started leading her through the doors into the lobby. She continued to drag her cigarette as her giant husband led her along. Inside the doors there was more activity with guests and workers walking across the area. Annabelle felt people staring as the couple made their way across the floor. Whether they were looking at the sexy black man or, more likely, the tiny almost nude white woman, or maybe they were looking for the source of the cigarette smell. Either way, everybody they passed lingered their gaze for a bit too long.

The lobby was well furnished and illuminated brilliantly. The sun shone in through a large glass circle on the ceiling. Tropical plants and accents tastefully covered the walls and tables. As they reached the front desk, a young black man carrying luggage and wearing a hotel uniform stopped in his tracks and eyed Annabelle up and down. His gaze lingered for quite a few extra seconds on her cameltoe and black spade tattoo just above it. He appeared lost in a daze until realizing that he himself was being stared at by Anthony. He quickly snapped out of it and met Anthony's gaze. He was mortified for a second before realizing that Anthony's smile was a proud one. The worker mouthed the word "nice" and nodded towards Anthony who bowed his head in appreciation. Annabelle felt desired and sexy, like a prize coveted by many but only owned by one. She actually felt her cheeks flushing with arousal as she thought about it more. The man quickly walked past and the duo reached the front desk.

The concierge was a familiar looking every man, Stan. He looked at the couple who continued to hold hands, Annabelle periodically puffed on her cigarette.

His face was blank and his androgynous voice sounded bored and routine, "Excuse me, ma'am, there is no smoking in the hotel. Furthermore, please cover yourself, I don't think the other guests appreciate seeing your 'business'."

Anthony released Annabelle's hand. She rolled her eyes and threw the cigarette into a nearby garbage can. She normally would have felt embarrassed by his words but instead felt proud of her sexy body.

Anthony spoke calmly and smoothly, "Alright my man, didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I'll make sure my wife is covered up when we return. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson for check in."

Stan raised his eyebrow slightly but seemed to appreciate Anthony's acknowledgement of the situation. "Yes, well...Mr. and Mrs. Johnson..." He clicked a few times on the computer in front of him before continuing, "Ah yes, standard room."

He held out two room key cards, one in each hand towards both Anthony and Annabelle. Anthony quickly snatched both keys.

Stan seemed slightly taken aback but collected himself quickly before speaking again, "Now I must tell you, this hotel is for quiet and relaxing. A strict policy of relative silence will be enforced." Stan looked down at a scantily clad Annabelle and continued, "Now I know this is your honeymoon but please refrain from any activity that would cause an...uncomfortable situation for other guests or hotel staff."

Anthony let out a little laugh as he responded, "Don't worry, my man, we are here to relax and enjoy each other's company. You won't hear a peep from us. Ain't that right, Honey?"

Annabelle raised her eyebrows and nodded her head.

Stan seemed a bit more cheery as a slight smile crossed his lips, "Well good, we can certainly accommodate that. Your room number is on the card and your bags have already been placed in the room. Breakfast begins at 6:00 and ends at 11:00 and it is fully included with your stay. Available activities and events will be playing on the 'events' channel on the television in your room. If you're interested in any, be sure to call down to the desk and ask. You booked a one night stay which, admittedly, is short for a honeymoon but that's okay. Check out is at 11:00 tomorrow. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you, my man, have a good one." Anthony grabbed Annabelle's hand again and pulled her towards the elevator. The stares continued as the couple made their way across the floor. Annabelle felt her hips swaying in an almost exaggerated way while her breasts and ass bounced along. When they were alone in the elevator, Annabelle pulled her hand away and lit up another cigarette.

"We getting kicked out of this place?" Annabelle asked between deep drags.

Anthony let out a laugh before answering, "That's up to you, bitch. I ain't gon' scream while I fuck you. If you can't control yourself then yeah we probably will."

When they reached their floor, they quickly filed out and walked through the carpeted hallway to the room. It was a nice room. Not luxurious but definitely not cheap. It had a tropical, sea theme with a painting of the ocean and dark blue curtains. The television was a large flat screen and the bed was a king size with tall wooden posts at each corner. The bathroom was standard and the view out the window was the parking lot. A black piece of luggage sat at the foot of the bed.

After the door to the room closed Anthony looked back and Annabelle and said in a commanding voice, "Strip off your clothes."

Annabelle threw her hat and sunglasses to the floor before pulling up her bikini top, letting her breasts bounce free. She threw the top to the floor then proceeded to peel the thong from between her legs and let it drop. She left her heels on but was otherwise completely nude. She stood with her hands on her wide hips and looked at a staring Anderson.

"Lay on the bed." Anthony's voice was stern and demanding.

Annabelle quickly complied, laying in the middle of the bed, her legs facing Anthony who continued to stare at her with a stoic expression. Anthony rifled through the bag and threw some clothes at Annabelle. It was a white sheer backless top with holes cut in the breast area. The top looked familiar...this was her wedding 'dress'. The top was stained with dry semen but Annabelle sat up and pulled it on, tying the white ribbon around her neck and pulling each tit through the holes. She remembered the last time she wore the outfit, fucked by multiple guys but none in the pussy. Why didn't they fuck her pussy? She was an expert at vaginal sex at this point. Well, their loss, she would have rocked their worlds. The outfit reeked of cum which got Annabelle feeling damp between her legs. It must have been some sort of conditioned response. She removed her heeled sandals and put on the tall, white stiletto heels.

As Annabelle finished dressing herself, Anthony was busy tying ropes to the bed posts. Each bedpost had a length of black rope attached to it. Annabelle watched curiously until Anthony was finished. He grabbed her left leg which made Annabelle jump slightly. But she sat and waited as he tied her left then right ankle with the ropes. They were slightly itchy on her legs. There was just enough slack to let her move a bit but not much more. He proceeded then to grab her arms and tie her wrists until she was fully immobilized in a spread eagle position. Her damp, hungry pussy was open and ripe for the fucking. Her legs were splayed open and no amount of pulling on the ropes could close them. Her body was completely out of her control, Anthony was in charge.

He stood at the foot of the bed and eye fucked an increasingly flushed Annabelle.

Anthony's voice had lost a bit of its edge as he spoke, "The Doc was nice enough to set our honeymoon at the ovulating part of your cycle. The most likely time to conceive. Also, given your high fertility from that pregnant bitch and the special fertility boosting cigarettes you've been smoking, i'd say our odds are pretty good."

Anthony pulled a laptop from the black bag. Annabelle watched as he proceeded to plug a cord into the television and into the laptop. On the big screen there suddenly appeared pornography. Not just any porn, interracial porn. Annabelle watched as some blonde bimbo got railed by a huge black cock. The sound was quiet but she was clearly enjoying herself. Annabelle felt an increasingly strong itch in her vagina. She watched as the woman was pounded again and again. She could feel her natural lubrication dripping onto the bed. Annabelle bit her lip and let out a slight moan as she looked to Anthony who had removed his clothes. His heavily muscled body dwarfed even the actor in the porno. Anthony also had a bigger cock. He slowly ran his hand up and down his shaft, bringing himself to attention. Annabelle's mouth watered as her attention switched between the feverish action of the porno and her husband. Her mind raced, when would he jump on her and pump himself in and out? She longed to be filled with his giant cock. Annabelle squirmed in her restraints, she wanted to touch herself so badly.

"H-hey...i'm ready..."

Anthony seemed to ignore her request as he continued to slowly jerk himself. The big titted actress was riding the black bull cowgirl style. Her big breasts flopped up and down as she jumped. Annabelle looked past her own pierced tits and writhed slightly. She shifted her hips and felt a puddle forming beneath her.

She was on fire. Her breathing came in quick and shallow. Her blood burned through her veins and there was nothing she could do but sit and beg, "Puh-please, I need you to...I need..." She let out a frustrated groan as her attention returned to the tv where the blonde was taking it doggy style.

"You know, I ain't cum in a few weeks for this. You gonna be one filled slut." Anthony stated.

"What are you waiting for then? Get over here and do it!" Annabelle yelled, frustrated.

Anthony hesitated. "I don't know if I wanna have a kid anymore. It sounds like a lot of work, and you a lazy ho'."

"You mean to tell me you married me, fed me hormones and fertility boosters, tied me to a bed and you're not going to fuck me? Are you fucking serious, do you see this dripping pussy!?"

"I just don't know...if I want to..."

"GET OVER HERE AND FUCK YOUR WIFE GODDAMNIT!!" Annabelle screamed.

Anthony stood up and stomped over to the bed. He positioned his ten inch black cock and heavy swinging balls directly in front of Annabelles wet, quivering, pierced, white cunt. He inched himself forward until his cock head parted her pink lips slightly. He grabbed onto Annabelle's child bearing hips and squeezed.

Annabelle locked eyes with her husband and, for the first time, commanded him, "Make me a mommy."

Anthony grunted as he thrust his hips forward and his full length glided into Annabelle with a *squelch*. Annabelle held her breath at the long awaited feeling of a full vagina. Anthony began slowly thrusting in and out. His huge length reached the walls of Annabelle's love canal. She enjoyed the feeling as he pumped again and again, increasing in speed. She tightened her vaginal muscles around his rod which swam in a river of natural lubrication.

As his hands dug harder and pulled faster on her hips, they developed a rhythm. Annabelle released the occasional high pitched sigh or moan, not caring if the paper thin walls revealed their activities. Each thrust was powerful and deep. Annabelle's cunt released a wet squelching sound around his cock with each stroke. For almost five straight minutes, Anthony fucked Annabelle deeply. Her orgasm built and built after each cycle. She was unable to move or push back. She could only take it like a piece of meat, or a sex doll. Just a hole for Anthony to have his way with. As her breaths came in more and more ragged and the thrusting continued, Annabelle felt the big 'O' approaching. Her moans and screams became louder and louder.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Hey, open the door, you two are gone!"

It was Stan! Anthony stopped thrusting looked towards the door.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Open the door or i'll do it myself!"

Annabelle and Anthony locked eyes.

"Finish it." Annabelle cooed.

That was all the encouragement Anthony needed as he began again with increased fervor. His rippling muscles wore a sheen of sweat as he pushed it to the max, absolutely pounding Annabelle's gushing cunt. The banging on the door continued but neither cared. It was all about orgasm now. Annabelle looked down past her cum soaked wedding 'dress'...past her jiggling, pierced tits... to her grunting husband who was giving it his all...giving it his all for her...It felt so right, he was the giver and she was the receiver. He was the penetrator, she was the penetrated.

He gave her one last deep, hard, thrust that sent her over the edge. She let out a high pitched scream as an orgasm rocked her body. Waves of warmth and numbness washed over her entire body. Anthony let out a grunt as he too came. Annabelle could feel the spasming cock deep inside her. He was pushed all the way to the hilt as he unleashed a giant load directly into her fertile uterus. Annabelle laid her head down as the waves of pleasure began to slowly dissipate. She felt completely paralyzed in a blissful afterglow. Anthony slipped himself out and looked towards the door which flipped open. Stan stood in the door frame with several other employees, including the young black man from earlier.

"Out, out, out!" Stan yelled in his androgynous tone.

Annabelle was totally numb as the men untied her. They were pretending not to look but it was clear they were all sneaking glances as they released her. When they finally did, she just lay there. She felt compelled to put her legs into the air for some reason. Stan was standing at the foot of the bed, yelling but Annabelle didn't care. She closed her legs and reached for her cigarettes, lighting one up. She looked at it, would this fertility laden puff be the difference between conceiving and not conceiving? She took a deep drag, the deepest she had taken yet.

Anthony began pulling his clothes onto himself as Stan pulled Annabelle to her feet. She looked at the bed, there was a wide wet spot where she had just laid. She looked down, between her legs, no cum had slipped out yet, but surely gravity would run its course soon. Sex smell pervaded the room, it was a deep musk that was arousing on its own. She half-halfheartedly looked around the room for her bikini bottoms and wasn't able to find them before being pushed into the hallway by hotel staff. She and Anthony were forced into the elevator as they were. Anthony had his pants on but no shirt while Annabelle was completely nude except for her wedding 'dress'. Her pierced breasts hung down while she stood on tall white heels. Her cheap blond hair was a bit of a mess but she didn't care. Everything seemed so distant as the was pushed out of the elevator into the lobby. Right at that moment she felt the semen begin falling out of her. It slipped down her legs and onto the polished marble floor in globs. There were audible gasps as Annabelle was pulled across the floor. She jiggled and swayed in a daze while gushing a big wad of cum in a trail behind her. She dragged her camel cigarette as she was released outside with Anthony beside her. The scene began to collapse.

She looked at Anthony and curled her thin, talon-ed fingernail in a 'come hither' motion. When Anthony approached with a smile, Annabelle whispered to him, "See you soon, that was fun!"

"I love you, Bitch." He stated.

"I love you too, Daddy." Annabelle replied. And she meant it.

The scene collapsed.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 1

SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.

PREGNANCY: ???

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Hanging loosely down the back.

VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.

FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.

EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.

FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.

BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.

CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.

EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.

GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.

TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattooed just above the vagina. Flowery black tramp stamp in a pseudo arrow pointing towards her ass with the word SLUT in bold letters just above it. The word SLAVE is tattooed in black on the back of her right shoulder.

PIERCINGS: Medium sized golden hoops in earlobes and a silver stud just above the belly button. Silver stud clit piercing. Silver nipple studs which keep the nipples constantly erect.

OUTFIT:A silken, white, sheer, backless top which hugs the body tightly going down to just above mid thigh. The top is connected to a white ribbon wrapped around the neck. Two holes are cut into the top allowing the breasts to pop free. No underwear or support of any kind. White six inch heels that fit well. Streaks and globs of semen cling to nearly every part of the outfit. A cheap diamond engagement ring on the left ring finger.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to be submissive in sexual encounters. Specifically attracted to black men. Very high libido. Enjoys having cum on and in her body and being humiliated sexually. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex.

PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. Doesn't care much for the rule of law. Has an extensive criminal history including drug, theft and prostitution charges. Has difficulty trusting others and often displays obsessive jealousy in relationships. Not very smart, has trouble learning. Doesn't know how to drive and is afraid to get behind the wheel. Acts naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking

FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.

EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick