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The Surrender of Annabelle
by Zorbas (aeroblair@yahoo.com)

***

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. (FF, 
reluc, bd, mc, anal)

***

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."


Chapter two

It was evening now, and Annabelle was sitting in the 
first class lounge of the hotel were young slaves were 
moving fans overhead to cool the room, she had ventured 
outside for a while but it had been filthy and crowded 
and she thought maybe it was a mistake to come here. 

Then a dark skinned lady dressed in the local kuftan  
approached her and said " Hello miss Annabelle, welcome 
to our island" she was dressed in the way the affluent 
people dressed and had gold rings on her fingers, "My 
name is Samia and I found out your name from the 
British reident (a thoroughly corrupt man),  I am 
usually asked to chaperone lonely ladies that arrive 
from England."

"Why that's so kind of you, said Annabelle, please sit 
down and tell me what there is to see on this island."

"The best thing you could do is to allow me to invite 
you to my mansion on the other side of the island and 
from where you can feel the fresh breeze of the sea, 
listen to some local music and try some of the local 
delicacies."

"I would love to do this, you are so kind, when could 
we do this?"

"Now, if you want, my carriage is out side and the 
evening is still young."

"Alright, let us then go."

Samia could not believe how easy this had been, once 
she got this beauty inside her mansion, she would make 
sure she never left it again.

The ride was slow until they got out of the city, then 
the road twisted and turned in the country side until 
they reached the far side on the island and true to 
Samia's word a huge mansion, more like a castle stood 
at the edge of a cliff below which was the sea.

They entered through large wooded doors and when the 
doors closed behind them with a loud clang, Annabelle, 
felt shiver go through her, as though there was a sense 
of finality came with that noise. They entered a very 
large sitting room with large comfortable chairs and 
soon a pretty female servant with dark skin like her 
mistress and large eyes, always looking down, came in 
and lit a small burner next to Annabelle, then she 
threw some incense on the charcoal producing a heavily 
scented blue smoke, then she left and reappeared with a 
tray of Turkish coffee and some sweets. 

"Take deep breaths of this incense young lady, it will 
make you relax somewhat, it is the custom of our 
hospitality," said Samia.

Annabelle inhaled the smoke and truly after a while she 
felt light headed, the Samia offered her a cup of 
coffee and when she had finished she offered her some 
more, little did Annabelle know that both the smoke and 
the coffee were laced with powerful aphrodisiacs.

After some time she felt herself getting hot and there 
was a warmness in her loins uncalled for. As they 
talked and time passed she became increasingly 
disorientated and now her pussy was running it's 
secretions freely. 

"Is something wrong, sweet lady," Samia asked.

"Uhh, I feel sort of hot and dizzy," the victim 
answered.

"Why don't we go to my room and have you lie down for a 
while, maybe it's the heat of the island that's 
effecting you."

She led her to the interior of the castle, into a huge 
bedroom with an equally huge bed with high bedposts at 
it's corners.

Annabelle was now feeling so hot she had started to 
develop a light sweat on her forehead and her pussy was 
now so active her under panties were soaking wet, she 
was resisting an urge to play with herself again.

"Let me help you take your clothes off, young woman, 
you are burning up," and Annabelle did not offer any 
resistance as Samia started undressing her. Whe she was 
down to her under panties she tried to protest but 
Samia told her they were both women so she shouldn't be 
shy. 

Finally she was completely naked and she lay on the 
bed, but by now her senses were completely confused and 
did not notice that Samia was also undressing. Then, 
through the haze of her mind she felt her arms being 
lifted over her head and something was being tied to 
her wrists.

"Uhh, what are you doing to me," she whispered through 
the haze she was in now.

"Nothing sweet lady, just making you ready," said 
Samia.

"Ready for what," Annabelle whispered again.

"You'll see soon, now just lay back and rest." And with 
those words spoken, Samia finished tying the padded 
leather straps around Annabelle's wrists and then tying 
the rings on the straps to hidden chains on each of the 
head bedposts. 

Now Annabelle's arms were spread open over her head and 
firmly tied. Then Samia made her move, she started 
feeling the victim's body enjoying the silk like 
texture of her skin, the softness of her breasts and 
then brought her mouth over one of the nipples which 
was now fully erect and sucked on it.Annabelle sighed 
and offered a meek protest saying, "Ohh, what are you 
doing to me, we're both women, you are touching me like 
a man."

"No honey," Samia said, "no man can touch you like I 
will," and her mouth closed over Annabelles mouth and 
kissed her deeply for a long time. Annabelle tried to 
offer one more meek resistance but by now the 
aphrodisiacs she had consumed had taken her over 
completely and she opened her mouth and returned the 
kiss. 

While Samia was kissing her, she thought "This slut not 
only looks pretty, she tastes nice too, I'm sure her 
pussy tastes like honey," and she started to move 
towards the victim's pussy liking everything in her 
path until she reached her clit and closed her mouth 
over it.

"Oooohhhhh, that feels so good" Annabelle sighed and 
spread her legs more.

Samia moved from her pussy downwards licking the inside 
of her legs until she reached her ankles, then removed 
from under her bed two more leather straps and wrapped 
them around her victim's ankles and tightened them, 
then she started licking her up to that delicious pussy 
and it took only a few more second of sucking to bring 
Annabelle over the rim of one of the most powerful 
orgasms she ever had, she threw her head back and 
cried.

"Ahhh, I'm cuming, uhhhh it's...it's so ahh strong," 
and with those words her whole body convulsed in the 
spasms of ecstasy, and Samia licked up her juices 
hungrily. 

Whes the waves of her orgasm subsided, Samia kissed her 
on the mouth and said to her, you are such a lovely 
woman, but you have many unfulfilled desires, and I 
know what they are.

"Uhh, what are you saying," the helpless victim moaned.

"You need to be dominated, used and abused, to be 
treated like a slut, don't you little lady?"

"Nohhh, I... I am not uhh... like that," moaned 
Annabelle.

"We'll see soon, but remember you will get what you 
asked for."

Samia pulled from under the bed one more item, it was a 
ten inch long black mahogany wooden penis replica, 
polished to a superb smoothness with straps at the back 
which she started fitting on herself then she took from 
the table next to her bed a jar filled with scented oil 
which was also an aphrodisiac and dipped all of the 
wooden penis inside it.

She then got on the bed, put her hands behind her 
lover's knees and lifted her legs up, over her head and 
spread them, then tied the straps on her ankles to the 
same chains her wrists were tied, now Annabelle was 
bent double, her hands and legs tied together and 
spread helplessly open for the enjoyment of Samia. 

Her victim was now perfectly restrained and slowly this 
brought to the surface her hidden fantasies, in which 
she was always the maiden in distress in a strange land 
controlled by forces more powerful than hers. Slowly 
Samia brought the penis to the entrance of her pussy 
and with a smooth push the penis started sliding in.

Annabelle threw her head back and cried out," Ahhh, 
it's...it's too big stop."

But it kept sliding inside her deeper and deeper until 
it passed the limit of anything she had had before and 
went much deeper.

"Ahhh, it's so...so big it's hurting me, it's too deep, 
take it out pleeeease."

But Samia was having none of this, she started moving 
in and out like a man and the scented oil started 
burning all over inside Annabelle's tunnel making her 
want to skewer herself on the cock to stop the 
delicious burning sensation. Slowly her protests became 
moans of pleasure and Samia bent forward and between 
kisses on her victim's mouth said to her.

"Isn't this much bigger, harder and better that any man 
offered you?"

"Owww, yes but it's burning me."

"But you love it that way don't you my honey, and you 
want it to go deeper and faster."

"Ahh, no... yes.. uhh yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes please," Annabelle was starting her first lesson 
in humility.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you or I 
will stop."

"Nooo, don't stop, please don't stop."

"Then tell me."

Annabelle was now going to use language that in all her 
upbringing had never uttered and was considered the 
language of whores.

"I...I want you to uhhh fuck me."

"You want to get fucked slowly like a lady or hard like 
a slut."

"Nooo , not slowly, fuck me hard, fuck me like... like 
uhh a slut."

So Samia started riding her harder and harder and her 
victim's passion grow stronger and stronger and 
Annabelle felt herself being engulfed by an ecstasy she 
had never known before, she was ready to say anything 
and do anything Samia told her.

"Do you like being fucked like a common whore, you 
slut?" the politeness now leaving Samia's voice and her 
true self surfacing.

"Ohh, mmm, yes it feels good," she moaned.

"Do you feel like a whore now, you slut, does it feel 
good, her voice becoming harder.

-Uhhh, yesss, yesss, I feel like a whore, and... and 
it... it feels soooo good.

-Do you want to feel this way all the time, feel like a 
whore?"

"Yesss, it feels sooo good... like a whore."

"So you would like to become a whore to feel this way 
all the time, slut, would you like me to turn you into 
a whore, slut?"

"Unnnngghh," Annabelle was ready to have an orgasm of 
amazing strength, "yesss, do anything you want with me, 
make... make me your whore." And with those words said 
she was overcome by an orgasm shat shuddered and shook 
her body and then she passed out in blissful 
unconsciousness


Chapter three

Annabelle started coming out of her deep sleep feeling 
strange, she slowly realized that her arms were 
stretched over her head and tied by the wrists to 
something above her, her body was immersed up to her 
breasts in a pool of warm water with a light mist on 
it's surface, there was someone else in the pool, 
another pretty dark featured girl and she was 
administering a washing with a soft sponge over her 
body. The girl saw her wake up and spoke to her in an 
unfamiliar language. 

"Where am I," asked Annabelle, sleepily.

But could not understand what the girl was saying, then 
she felt herself being pulled upwards and more of her 
body exposed out of the water so the girl could wash 
it. After a while she was raised some more and as the 
girl started washing her pussy, she looked down and saw 
that all her pubic hair had been removed by wax, she 
gathered as there was no trace of it whatsoever.

"You are being prepared for your first customer slut," 
she heard Samia say and turned her head and saw her 
sitting in a comfortable armchair and the marble edge 
of the pool.

"What customer?" asked Annabelle, now slowly coming 
awake.

"Last night you asked me to make you one of my whores, 
so now you are one and you are going to earn me good 
money, we'll prepare you for your first visit of the 
night, yes you have been sleeping all through the day."

"You can't make me your whore, I'm English."

"Yes that's what makes you so valuable, it is very 
difficult to find fair skinned whores, but one as 
pretty as you is impossible, but now you belong to me 
so you must accept the inevitable."

"What have I let myself into" thought the helpless 
victim, as she was now lowered on the marble floor next 
to Samia, "nobody knows were I am, I could be here for 
a long time and nobody will miss me."

"Is there no way we can find an arrangement so you can 
set me free?" She asked Samia.

"You don't yet see your position clearly," said the 
hard woman, "you have no say in anything, you have no 
rights, you are just a beautiful body, nothing else and 
you will be used constantly."

Her arms were being lowered now and pulled behind her 
back were they were tied, still protesting, a leather 
collar with diamond studs was placed around her 
delicate neck and a long golden chain attached to a 
ring on the front of the collar, then the girl took the 
chain and tagged on it for Annabelle to follow her.

They entered a room of extraordinary luxury were there 
was a dressing table with every sort of cosmetic 
article available at the time. In front of the table 
was a large mirror, the girl sat Annabelle in front of 
the table and started combing her hair, after a while 
Samia joined them and directed the girl how to make up 
her new whore. For Annabelle all this seemed unreal, as 
though at some time she would wake up and be far away 
from this place, but her mistress voice brought her 
back to reality.

"The woman who paid to have you tonight is the wife of 
the Persian emissary, mostly she wants to fuck you, but 
with a little twist, you'll see, she will have you for 
two hours, then you will rest a bit and then the wife 
of an African king will have you for another three 
hours, she is a nasty bitch, I don't think you will be 
up to much after her, so I left the rest of the evening 
for you to recover, now let's finish here, you first 
customer is already waiting."

Annabelle was made to look like a doll with very red 
lips and her nipples powdered, she now walked behind 
her mistress, following the chain pulling her and tried 
to remember the instructions her mistress had given 
her, they were very simple, never look at anything but 
the floor in front of her, never speak unless spoken 
to, and always obey without question,

Any thought of insubordination would be severely 
punished and if she entertained thoughts of escape she 
would be thrown off the cliff into the sea, nobody 
should ever know the real source of Samia's income. She 
would never wear any clothes other than her bonds and 
she would always walk barefoot, as every part of the 
mansion was heavily carpeted.

They entered the familiar large sitting room and a 
squat, heavy woman was waiting for them. When she saw 
the whore Samia was leading with the chain, her face 
became contorted with pure lust. She talked with the 
mistress in a language Annabelle did not understand but 
the content was obvious, the heavy woman, in her early 
fifties took the chain from Samia and started leading 
the poor slut away, and Samia said to the whore,

"You will satisfy her in every way she wants or suffer 
the consequences."


Chapter four

The heavy woman led Annabelle in a large heavy 
furnished room, there she undressed and pushed her 
possession towards the bed and made her lie on it, then 
she started kissing her breasts and feeling her body, " 
How will I ever go through this" thought the poor 
victim, "She is so awful and so hairy." Then the woman 
moved down to her pussy and started eating it hungrily. 

Against her own will, Annabelle's body begun one more 
time betraying her and she started feeling the first 
stirrings of desire. The heavy woman was now also 
moaning and feeding deliciously on Annabelle's pussy, 
kissing the inside of her thighs and then licking her 
all the way down to her feet. Then after a while, she 
stopped and turned the beautiful body on her stomach, 
licking her from the back of her neck, slowly all the 
way down to her ass.

Then she put her chubby hands on Annabelle's big ass 
and slowly spread the cheeks apart, looking hungrily at 
the virgin pink anus. She brought her mouth over it and 
started liking it slowly. The helpless beauty had never 
been paid attention to that part of her body and the 
sensations at first were mixed but as time passed she 
felt herself aroused more than she had while the woman 
was paying attention to her pussy, and she started 
moaning softly.

After a short while, the heavy woman stopped her 
ministrations and grabbed a handful of Annabelle's hair 
from behind her head and pulled her up, then walked her 
over to a low heavily padded rectangular couch. She 
pushed her possession to lie on it, then she came from 
the side and lifted from each side two wide straps of a 
leather belt, brought them together over the small of  
the beauty's back, just above her big ass and tied them 
tightly together.

Then brought her arms together behind her back and tied 
them with some leather straps to the same belt, then 
went behind her and put her hands on the inside of 
Annabelle's thighs and pulled them wide apart and 
pushed them against the legs of the couch and started 
to fasten the wide leather straps that were attached to 
the legs of the couch. A strap went around each thigh 
just under her ass cheeks, another went around each leg 
above the knee, then her legs were bent and her ankles 
were fastened to the straps under her ass cheeks.

The helpless beauty was now totally immobilized and 
felt helpless to stop the heavy woman from doing 
anything she wanted to her, and in her present 
predicament her desire to be submissive started once 
again surfacing making her involuntarily quiver with 
anticipation.

Then the heavy woman dipped her fingers in a jar next 
to the couch, full of liquid and started massaging the 
bound beauty's anus, slowly she inserted a finger in 
and Annabelle cried out in protest, but the finger kept 
going in and out lubricating the hole.

When the heavy woman was satisfied, she went to a small 
cupboard, opened it and inside was a large selection of 
instruments, she selected a large wooden replica of a 
penis, nicely polished and strapped it on herself , 
then walked back to the bound girl and said something 
to her but was not understood. She then smeared cream 
from the same jar over all of the wooden penis, and 
positioned herself behind the bound woman. She grabbed 
the beautiful ass cheeks and spread them and placed the 
head of the phallus squarely on the pink anus.

Annabelle understood then her intentions and started 
protesting, this was such a forbidden act back home, it 
was utterly humiliating.

"No, not this way," she said, "it's not right it's 
aagghhh!!" she screamed as the phallus started entering 
her anus, "it huuuuurts, uhhhh, you're killing meeee."

But the penis slid deeper and deeper inside her, tears 
of pain and humiliation run down her cheeks and she 
felt the searing pain of the large intrusion opening a 
new path inside her, she was so well restrained she 
couldn't move at all ,until she felt the heavy woman's 
belly press against her ass, the penis was now all 
inside her. As she lay tightly bound, protesting and 
crying out, the woman behind her leaned onto her and 
started kissing her ears and the back of her neck, 
sometimes licking sometimes biting and now started 
puling out the intruder and when it was half way out, 
she pushed it  hard back in.

"Uuuuuggghh, it huuuurts," the tightly bound beauty 
moaned.

But there would be no mercy, the heavy woman had paid a 
small fortune for her, more so because she would be the 
first to enter Annabelle's virgin anus. The sight of 
this amazing beauty bound tightly and helplessly at her 
mercy to enjoy so much was exciting the woman and she 
started to sweat heavily and push the penis harder and 
harder in the now deflowered anus. 

Annabelle's cries and protests grew weaker as her anus 
begun to grow accustomed to the large intrusion, and 
after some time she begun to feel an unfamiliar 
stirring of pleasure in her nether area. " No" she 
thought to herself, "This can't be happening, I can't 
be liking this" but her body had a mind of her own and 
her arousal increased in this so unusual way.

Feeling once again the stirrings of passion that the 
combination of her bonds and her submission and the 
rear intrusion were giving her, the first light waves 
of an orgasm started building inside her.

The heavy woman was now fucking her in long hard 
strokes, her sweat dripping on the back of this 
maddeningly beautiful slave, at that point Samia walked 
into the room and stood next to the two women, and 
heard, in that unfamiliar language how much the heavy 
woman was enjoying sodomizing the English whore, then 
Samia kneeled next to Annabelle's head and asked.

"You love what she's doing to you don't you?"

Now Annabelle's passions were taking her over and 
replied.

"It hurts, but... it sort of...feels good."

Samia started caressing her whore's hair and said, "You 
love being helpless and being used don't' you, slut?"

"Uhh, you know me... so well," her orgasm building up.

"Shall I ask her to give it to you harder, slut , make 
her hurt you a bit?"

"Uhhh...no...yes... yes tell her."

Samia talked to the heavy woman who started giving it 
the poor girl so hard, like a woman possessed, she now 
started slapping hard Annabelle's ass cheeks. Annabelle 
cried out a few times but then went back to her 
moaning, as the power of her orgasm was getting out of 
control.

"It's fun being a whore, isn't it, you slut, it's what 
you wanted all along, I'm I right?"

"Yes, ohh...it feels so good what she's doing to me..."

"Answer me, you slut, what are you?"

The friction in her anus was not arousing her to 
heights unknown before, as she replied.

"Ohh...I'm a ....a... whore," and with those words 
spoken she lifted her head back and cried out as a 
massive orgasm swept over whole body, the heavy woman 
sensed this and reached her own climax and fell on top 
of the bound girl, smearing her with her sweat.

Gradually the phallus was pulled out of Annabelle's 
anus and she was released from her bonds, when she was 
free and stood up, the heavy woman walked up to her, 
grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her face close to 
hers and kissed her passionately on the mouth, then got 
dressed and left, Samia was now alone with her new 
whore.

"You did better than I expected, I knew what you 
secretly wanted to be from the first moment I saw you."

"Will I ever be allowed to be free?" Asked humbly the 
English woman.

"No, never, you can never go back now, firstly you know 
too much about me and secondly deep inside you, you 
want to remain here a be my whore, I will prove it to 
you tonight, now I must wash you and prepare you for 
your next customer."

Some time later when Annabelle was washed and made up 
again, she was taken to the large sitting room to meet 
her next customer, she was still feeling a burning 
sensation in her anus.

The woman waiting for her was fearsome, she was far 
taller than her completely dark with huge white teeth 
and a burning hate for the English for taking over her 
country. Not much was said, she led her to the lower 
part of the mansion into what looked like a dungeon.

At the centre of this place was an enormous wooden 
structure like an X with leather straps all over it. 
The tall woman placed the white whore at the bottom of 
the structure and turned her to face her. Then she made 
her climb a high stool and when on top, she spread her 
hands to press against the top V part of the structure 
and tied leather straps to her wrists and arms. She 
then lifted Annabelle's ankles, one at a time and tied 
them to the same straps as her wrists, thus bending her 
completely double. 

Then she produced a strange looking object like a ball 
with several straps around it and brought it close to 
her victim's face, pushed the ball into her mouth and 
then pulled the straps around each side of her nose, 
under each side of her chin and tied them all at the 
back of her head, then stood back to admire her 
handiwork.

Annabelle was now suspended from her bonds doubled over 
and feeling so helpless and exposed, her pussy and anus 
were like an open invitation and she could not utter a 
word.

She saw the dark woman select from a hanger on the 
wall, a vicious looking whip with several strips of 
leather and thought " Oh no, she's going to whip me, 
no."

The tall woman came back to the suspended whore, put 
her hands over her stretched thighs and felt them all 
over, then her ass cheeks, smiled then moved back a 
little, lifted her arm holding the whip and brought it 
down hard on the white woman's buttocks.

"Uuummfff," Annabelle tried to scream through the gag, 
but not much sound came through. She felt the sting of 
the leather straps burning her exposed flesh.

"Uuummfff," she screamed again and again as the blows 
started coming down harder and harder, and started 
moving up to the back of each of her legs and down 
again and when she thought she could take no more, the 
dark woman released her ankles, brought her legs down, 
spread them and tied the ankles again to the ends of 
the lower V of the structure. Then she picked up the 
whip and resumed her whipping starting from the feet 
and moving to her thighs, her belly and her breasts, 
she whipped the breasts quite thoroughly.

Tears were streaming down Annabelle's face thinking 
"This is impossible, I can't take much more of this," 
but it went on for a long time. When the tall woman was 
satisfied she had given enough to this white English 
whore, she untied and brought her down from the 
structure, deriving immense pleasure from the welts 
that now covered that lovely white body.

She then took her to a high rectangular stool, spread 
her legs and pushed them against the legs of the stool 
were she tied them to straps provided there, then she 
pulled Annabelle backwards bending her and painfully 
stretching her over the stool and tying her hand to the 
other two wooden legs. She now had the white slut bent 
backwards, almost in a circle her wrists tied close to 
her feet low to the ground and her belly stretched high 
in the air.

She left for a while and came back with some nasty 
looking metal objects, came close to were Annabelle's 
head hung close to the floor, covered each of her 
nipple with her mouth and instantly they became erect, 
then fitted on each one a metal clamp each of which had 
two small protrusions for stiffening them, took the 
protrusions and clamped them shut.

"Uuuuuummmffffff," Annabelle screamed into her gag as 
she felt searing pain shoot though her large breasts, 
but did not have much time to dwell on her breast's 
discomfort, as another metal clamp closed shut on her 
clitoris, more pain exploding between her legs. 

Every time pain shot through her body and she squirmed, 
it stretched her belly and made the position she was 
restrained more difficult, and the metal clips kept 
being closed shut all around her body, the inside of 
her thighs, her lower belly, around her breasts, the 
inside of her arms every ware. But slowly and 
unbelievable and not a little bit shocked she 
discovered that there was that tingling again in her 
loins and she anticipated with some excitement were the 
next clip would close.

"What is happening to me," she thought, " am I going 
insane, I' beginning to enjoy this perverted 
experience."

When all the clips were used up, the dark woman kneeled 
between the bound woman's legs and started feeding from 
her pussy, with a hunger that was almost painful. 
Annabelle's arousal started increasing and as her 
tormentor's mouth glued itself  between her thighs, she 
rumbled in an overwhelming orgasm.

She was then untied and the clips removed, leaving 
little nasty bruises all over her body and taken to 
another apparatus, this one had ropes hanging from 
heavy wooden beams from a structure under the ceiling, 
her wrists were again tied and by the use of pulleys 
were lifted high then her ankles were tied and a length 
of wood was placed between them to keep them far apart, 
were pulled backwards, leaving the floor and lifted 
high, she was now suspended in the air at then lowered 
a little to be at the height of the dark woman's waist.

As her breasts hung downwards, something hard was being 
fitted on them, two pieces of flat wood with a screw 
through them on each side and one in the middle, the 
screws were then tightened until the two wooden planks 
squeezed her breasts, and when they were firmly in 
their grip, her legs were lowered to the floor and the 
two ends of the wood keeping them apart were tied to 
ropes on the floor. Then the screws begun being slowly 
tightened and she felt her breasts being flattened, her 
discomfort turned to pain, and then to agony.

"Uuuuummmmmfffffff," cried into the gag the poor whore, 
but still tighter the screws went until she thought her 
breasts would simply burst. But their agony would take 
a new twist.

Her tormentor stopped tightening the screws and took 
one of the candles that lit the room, brought it close 
to Annabelle's nipples, tipped it over and let the hot 
wax drop on them.

"Uuuuummmmfffff," she screamed again in the gag, as she 
felt the burning sensation on her nipples, but 
surprisingly the wax cooled quickly and stopped 
burning, then more was dripped and the same thing 
happened, now wax was dripped on her shoulders, her 
belly, her ass , her legs and feet but the sharp short  
burning sensation it offered aroused her more than any 
other torture and her pussy started getting moist 
again.

When the dark woman was pleased that her captive was 
covered in wax, she untied her and took her to the same 
stool she was previously bound. Only this time she made 
her bent over on her stomach and tied her securely 
again. Then she brought the candle again and let it 
drip on the white whore's ass then in the crack of her 
ass and after letting the candle burn for a while to 
accumulate a lot of liquid wax.

She pried open with two fingers the ass cheeks and let 
it all drop on the girl's anus, then squeezed the ass 
cheeks together. Annabelle saw stars from the 
sensation, this time the sharp burning was so sudden 
and strong that she couldn't scream, only gasp.

Finally as her time was coming to an end, the tall 
woman strapped on herself  a wooden penis, much larger 
than the woman before her had and came in front of 
Annabelle, removed the gag from her mouth and pushed 
the phallus in making her suck it. This was not a new 
experience for the helpless English girl.

As her French lover, now so long ago, had often made 
her suck his penis and she had enjoyed doing it. So she 
licked and sucked on the thing, her arousal now on a 
high wave, but abruptly it was pulled out of her mouth. 
Then the dark woman went behind her bound slut, opened 
the cheeks of her ass and forcefully pushed the phallus 
in Annabelle's anus making her scream from the sudden 
pain of the much bigger now intrusion. 

She started riding her hard with an almost fanatical 
passion to break this English slut and make her beg for 
mercy, but to her amazement, after some time she saw 
and felt her moan in wanton pleasure and soon she was 
crying out as she was overcome what must have been a 
massive orgasm.

She unstrapped the phallus from her body and left it 
inside Annabelle as she left the room fuming with anger 
at not having beaten this slut.

Thus ended Annabelle's first day as a whore.


Chapter five

It was now late evening and Annabelle had been taken 
care of, and washed and had been brought to the very 
large bedroom of her mistress who was sitting on a 
comfortable couch  and in front of her was a tea table 
with a letter on it.

Annabelle was standing naked in front of her with her 
hands tied up behind her and heard her mistress speak.

"You have now felt what it's like being a whore, and 
from what I saw today, my lovely English slut, you 
enjoyed everything that was done to you. Tonight you 
will share my bed and I will love you slowly and 
tenderly, as although I thought this would never 
happen, I have fallen in love with you. Therefore I 
will give you a choice.

"I have had a graphist draft a letter, copying your own 
hand writing, saying to your family that you are fine 
but hat you will be away for a long time. You have the 
choice of being free to leave tonight and go back to 
your hotel and leave me forever, but if you decide to 
sign this letter, then you are sealing your fate 
forever, you will work as a whore only for a little 
while longer so you can experience everything a whore 
needs to know, and then you will help me run this place 
and become my lover. 

"The choice is yours, now that you had your chance to 
live your most secret fantasies, it's your decision 
were you go from here."

Annabelle's hands were untied from behind her and while 
she stood there, she thought for a long time, sensually 
she looked at her mistress in the eyes, gave her just a 
fleeting smile and signed the letter.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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