Page 25 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Tyler laughed. “Tommy won’t let me have fun with you, so I wanted to do it before he got here.” He pinched her clit with his fingernails and she cried out. “Hmm, what else can I have fun with?” He walked out of the bedroom and returned a few minutes later.

Something cold pressed against her asshole and she instinctively pulled away. He punched her hip. “Don’t move.”

The cold moved inside her and she whimpered as it stretched her hole.

He laughed again. “I’m giving you a beer tail. You like a beer bottle being shoved up your ass?”

Anna didn’t answer his question, and cried as he pressed forward. The neck was in and the bottle widened faster than her body could respond, but still he pressed forward. She tried to relax her muscles, but the cold made it impossible. She screamed as he hit the bottle, shoving it deeper inside. Her ass gave way, and she groaned in pain.

She cried as he twisted the bottle. It was too cold and too big.

“Aw, Anna. It’s alright. The blood’s helping it spin.”

She felt more pressure and then suddenly her muscles clamped shut. She gasped at the terrible cramp in her stomach and rolled onto her side.

“I didn’t say you could move.” He yanked her back onto her hands and knees, then unzipped his pants and rammed his cock into her pussy.

Anna screamed as the bottle was pushed aside for his girth and moved as he fucked her hard. She gripped the comforter and buried her face in it. Every move made the pain worse. She sobbed. Tyler laughed.

Suddenly, her body was empty and she heard the dull thud of flesh hitting flesh. She fell to her side and saw Tommy pulling his arm back and swinging to hit Tyler in the face. Tyler cursed and lunged at Tommy, but Tommy was more agile and moved aside. Tyler fell forward and somersaulted back to his feet. They glared at each other, fists clenched. Tommy looked ready to swing again if Tyler moved.

“You fucking bastard!” Tyler shouted. “What the hell did you do that for?”

“You were hurting her.”

“I always hurt her. That’s what she’s for, you idiot.”

“She’s an Elder-Mistress. She deserves your respect.”

Tyler laughed. “God, you sound like that fucking German husband of hers. She’s a fucking slave, Tommy. I can do whatever the hell I want to her.”

Tommy swung again, but Tyler backed out of the way. Tyler laughed and didn’t see the next swing coming. Tommy caught him on the temple and Tyler fell to the floor, clutching his head.

Tommy looked back at Anna, curled up on the bed. He stepped forward to pick her up and carried her into the second bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed and she immediately curled into a ball again and moaned in pain.

“Anna, what did he do to you?”

Anna’s cheeks burned with shame. “He... he shoved a... a beer bottle in my ass.” She groaned and shifted positions, trying to make the cramping go away.

Tommy’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything. He moved to look at her ass. “Holy shit. He pushed it all the way in?”

Anna nodded.

“God, I don’t know what to do.” Tommy looked around and then made a face. “Can you... push it out?”

“I don’t want to do that on your bed, Tommy.” She winced. Even talking made it hurt.

“How about the bathtub? I could put you in a bath?”

Anna shrugged helplessly, unable to summon more words.

He stood and walked into the bathroom. Anna heard the water running, and then there was a knock on the door.

“Tommy?” came a male voice from the living room area.

Tommy walked to the bedroom door and opened it. His dad and Devin stood there with Tyler behind them, glowering at him. His eye was darkening and his cheek was bruised.

Devin’s eyes narrowed at Anna. “What the hell did you do, Anna?”

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