Helen’s Ultimate Surrender (Part 1)

As Helen was being strapped into this strange and exotic machine in the basement

of the large country mansion, she wandered what she had gotten herself into and reflected on the events that brought her here.

Helen was one of those rare women that was born beautiful, just perfect.

She had a beautiful face, nice green eyes, perfect upturned French nose, just that extra fraction wide that added to her beauty, her hair was jet black, thick and shiny, falling on her shoulders like a mane and reaching to her waist. She was 5 feet 5 with dream proportions, narrow delicate shoulders, narrow chest but with breasts that were far larger for a body like hers, natural ones, that you could still see them no mater from which angle you looked at her. Her nipples had a large ring around them and were most of the time erect, pink like new cherries. Her waist was small but as you looked down it expanded into maddeningly wide hips curving in an ass that was, like her breasts, much bigger and heavier than you would expect on a body like hers, so perfect it was, as though sculptured by an artist. Then here legs were long, full, with delicious curves on her thighs and her feet were small delicate, simply perfect.