The Surrender of Annabelle
This is the story of a beautiful English woman, during the Victorian times,
who's passions had more control than reason over her and which eventually led
her down a path from which there is no turning back, ever.
Chapter one
The sailing vessel finally made it to the pier of the port of the island of
Zanzibar, to the immense relief of it's passengers. Among them was Annabelle, a
stunning beauty, even by today's standards. She was in her late twenties, and
shockingly unmarried for those times,
She was 5 ft 7 with the face of an angel, beautiful upturned French nose,
sensual pink pouting lips, high check bones, stunning light green eyes and long
thick wavy hair that was this rear mixture of light brown with red and blond
streaks and it reached down to her waist, but was now piled up under her hat.
Her body was perfection it's self, small delicate shoulders, with a narrow
ribcage and breasts that were larger than would fit someone so slim, they were
now held in the reinforced iron grip of the bra of that era, but when let free
they hang just slightly low on her chest, enough to make any man's mouth water
(and a few other things too), with her light pink delectable nipples needing the
slightest provocation to become hard. Her waist was slim but at the hips her
body expanded shaping in a large firm and beautifully curved ass, as though
sculptured, with big firm satin skinned cheeks. Her legs were what we call today
fashion legs, they were long and beautifully curved in the thigh and below the
knee ending in perfectly shaped feet.
She was arriving in Zanzibar to collect her thoughts and try to find for her own
sake some logical explanation of her behaviour with her French lover, she needed
the isolation this island would offer her.
She had been introduced to this tall French aristocrat two years ago, in the
hope of her relatives that she would get married but things took a different
course. The passions that burned inside her and which she tried hard to hide had
somehow been released in the hands of this man and finally finding it impossible
to resist her beauty, he had seduced her and although he had the reputation of a
powerful lover, he had been alarmed and humbled by her wantonness in bed, At
some time he had decided not to marry such an hot woman but to satisfy his kinky
desires he had wanted to be next to her while someone else was using her body,
so he started insinuating such a triangle but she rebuffed his attempts, until
one night when she had a glass of wine too much, they ended in his bed more by
force than her own free will and as his friend was mounting her with lust, he
would ask, lying next to her, if she was enjoying it. At first she protested,
but as the night wore on, the feeling of being helpless and the dominance of her
lovers had taken over her senses and she had acted so passionately reaching to
orgasms that had left her drained. After that she felt so ashamed of herself and
wanted to break up with him, but could offer only meek resistance when it
happened again and again and again, until one day her lover had to leave on a
trip and she had found the chance to calm down and decided to collect her things
and travel to some secluded place to collect her thoughts and examine her
feelings.
Disembarking from the vessel and reaching her hotel had been an adventure in
it's self, but now she had reached her room and thankfully there was that huge
bathtub filled with hot water, she started undressing and when naked she slowly
immersed her body into the now so welcoming water. She was unaware that a pair
of eyes was watching her through a concealed hole in the wall facing her. As she
relaxed in the tub, her hands wandered over her body in a sensual way, images of
her fantasies flashing through her mind, slowly her left hand rested on her
pussy and her right covered one of her nipples " No I shouldn't play with myself
again" she thought, "I keep doing this a lot lately", but her long slim fingers
closed over her clit and nipples and soon she was moaning, lost inside her
secret fantasies.
-This woman is amazing, thought the person watching behind the wall, not only
she is unbelievably beautiful, she needs to be made what I want to turn her
into.
The person thinking these thoughts was a dark skinned woman in her late forties,
with a full heavy body, not fat but the kind of shape found in the east. She had
dark charcoal eyes and black hair cut just over her shoulders. She had a
straight and hard mouth, just as she was hard and ruthless and not a little bit
sadistic. She was short but with proportional legs and a flat belly.
Her spies at the port had always reported to her if there was any pretty woman
from the west disembarking, there was great demand in the east for such women by
lesbian queens and princesses to add to their harems, and they would pay
fortunes for them, but none had ever arrived as pretty as the one she was
watching, but she would not sell this one, she would keep her in her own private
harem on the far side of the island and she would earn her a large fortune. "It
got even better", she thought "she has arrived alone and does not seem to know
anyone here, I must now set up my trap for her".
