Slave
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Chapter 5: Late Victorian times
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 5: Late Victorian times - Aneesha is taken from Africa to the Americas as a slave on the plantation.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Horror Vampires Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Anal Sex First
Two centuries had passed. The number of years meant very little to Victoria. It had been 1590 when she was taken. Victoria left the Caribbean, searching for love as well as the necessary food of life, blood.
She travelled through America, observing the brutality of the early 1800s. Took part in the gold rush, panning for gold, not that she had any interest in the metal, only the steady supply of victims that were destined to fail or freeze in the harsh climate. Many more died from the privations of a panhandler’s life than she killed.
The Oregon Trail offered a veritable banquet of easy conquests. Young men, enamoured of her timeless charms, willingly entered her wagon to sample her delights, never to leave alive, but had the fuck of their lives. Victoria, through experience, had become adept at bringing forth a hasty climax. She had to be careful, of course. Disposing of the bodies in the dead of night for the coyotes to finish the job for her.
Victoria restricted her feeding to no more than once or twice a week. Not that the hunger ever left her, just that it was too dangerous for more disappearances to be explained away. It was enough for her to survive.
It took a long time for Victoria to travel the length and breadth of America. As she learned, a wanderlust overtook her. She wanted to see what the rest of the world had to offer. She eventually arrived in Florida, having hitched, walked and ridden to embark on a journey to travel across the Atlantic.
She took a ship on the opposite route to her original journey and eventually landed on African soil. As a paying passenger, her conditions were very different from her previous crossing of the Atlantic. She had her own private berth, comfortable enough and vastly different from her previous traverse across the ocean. Victoria discovered that she liked the sea. Liked its wildness, seemingly endless horizons and endless skies. The trip had six unexplained disappearances. The sharks had benefited from her needs as exsanguinated bodies slipped over the gunwales with a quiet splash. Such disappearances were not uncommon, so they went unremarked after a brief search of the ship.
Cape Town was a growing town. Bustling, crowded, a melting pot of several nations, all hoping to make a living. The shanty towns provided her with a ready supply of victims. No one ever investigated the missing. A shrug of a shoulder, and the deceased was quickly forgotten. Her sexual appetites were more than catered for. Being black and seeming to be educated had its advantages with the nomadic tribesmen who populated Cape Town.
Unlike her appetites, her wanderlust was never quite satisfied. Over several years, she travelled up through the spine of Africa, eventually arriving in Morocco, where she would board a steamer across the Mediterranean to land in Greece. She had briefly tried to find her homeland as she travelled, but with no reference points, she failed. Leaving the spices of North Africa was something she wouldn’t regret. The blood she consumed had a spicy taint, one she didn’t like overly much.
It is a fallacy, purported by fiction and the medium of the screen, that Vampires are averse to garlic, it being their kryptonite. Or that they sleep during the day, safely ensconced in a coffin. Sleeping during the day was a necessity after prowling for much of the night, taking advantage of darkness. Victoria walked among the people during daylight hours and slept during the night in a bed, usually in a room she had rented. Seeming to be just a normal human helped her to maintain her anonymity and be able to blend in seamlessly. She has seen hundreds of sunrises and sunsets. The sun in the Greek Islands was just a little too hot for her. Heat radiated both from up and down as the sun bounced up from the pavements and relentlessly beat down from above.
Victoria travelled northward, passing through the countries of Europe in a meandering route until she arrived in Mongolia with its vast grassland plains over rolling hills. Feeding was very difficult. The people lived in small, family groups. Never settling anywhere for long. Taking their horses to new pastures and living in yurts in a nomadic lifestyle. More than once, she had to rely on the blood of a horse. To sustain her.
Imperial Russia was a revelation, poor as it was. The people were friendly, open and inviting. She moved freely through the country, feeding with impunity, never staying in the small villages for very long. Westwards called to her.
Many, many months later, Victoria arrived in Paris, having travelled through Poland, Germany, A bit of Holland and Belgium. She found lodgings in the Italian Quarter of Paris, loving the artistry and bohemian way of life the Parisians were so enamoured with. She blended in, leaving her victims in narrow alleys, melting away after feeding into the darkness between buildings.
She was content with her lot until Victoria met Anneke. As her next intended victim, her plump figure appealed to Victoria. The girl was accepting, eager for her company and pleasant to just be with. She exuded happiness with an outlook on life that was filled with promise, with love, with joy. In her youthfulness, she had yet to discover the harsh realities of life, of poverty and deprivation. Her innocence struck a chord in Victoria to the point that her hunger was briefly overcome, to be replaced with a longing. She wanted to feel love. She wanted to share that certain something that only lovers can share. Victoria almost turned Anneke, intending that she become her partner. But she didn’t
They had shared a bed, delighting in sapphic embraces, exploration of each other’s bodies and the exchange of natural juices. Victoria worshipped Anneke’s ample breasts and the way her teats grew to hard points suffused with blood. Her cunny would become awash as her ardour grew in intensity. Breathlessly, the girl would squirm and shriek as paroxysms of lust overwhelmed her body. It was Anneke’s heart that Victoria loved the most. The girl was so willing, so free to just love and revel in the afterglow of climactic exuberance. She would clasp Victoria’s back to her bosom while sleep overcame her.
Anneke didn’t question Victoria’s nighttime disappearances, only welcomed her back into her arms sometime later. Victoria loved. She loved as she had never done before.
She knew her way around the anatomy of the human body, but there was something extra with Anneke, something of the free giving of her heart and the desire of the girl to bring Victoria to a crashing climax. Anneke did everything imaginable with Victoria, fingers, tongue and sex to sex. Anything to excite and please.
They spent several months together, living in an apartment over a boulangerie, happy in each other’s company. Anneke loved with a ferocity, an all-consuming passion and a freedom Victoria had never had the pleasure to feel for herself.