1. The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 4


    Date: 5/5/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy Authoritarian, BDSM Bondage and restriction Discipline, Domination/submission Humiliation Male/Female Non-consensual sex Rape Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Toys, Written by women Author: Breanna Renaud, Source: sexstories.com

    The blonde girl slept for most of the day after her session with Kurt. Her body ached from his abuse and longed for more of the pleasure she’d only ever received from him all at the same time. She’d used the alarm clock on her side table to set an alarm for herself. The tone in Kurt’s voice as he warned her not to be late was not something she wished to test. She woke up at 4:30, giving herself more than enough time to take yet another hot shower and to get ready. Once she was dry, the girl sifted through the clothing hanging in her closet. They were not her own clothes, but they were all the perfect size for her. Elizabeth was anxious as she looked through the silk and cotton, wondering just what she was supposed to where to a dinner with her kidnapper. Eventually, though, the young woman decided upon a light pink dress with halter straps which tied behind her neck. It was a relatively short dress, only reaching past the first two inches of her upper thigh. In short, her ass was threatening to hang out of the back of it. Unfortunately, most of the clothing in her wardrobe provided by Kurt was quite revealing. Elizabeth did up her hair, curling it with an iron and pulling the golden locks into a pony tail. She did her eye makeup, but left everything else natural. There were some black flats that she slipped on her feet before she was finished getting dressed with only fifteen minutes to spare. Quickly, the girl trotted down the hallway and the stairs to the kitchen. The ...
    ... smell that filled the entire first floor was intoxicating, and as she reached the entryway to the kitchen, Kurt must have heard her steps. He called out to her for her to take a seat at the dining room table. She stopped in her tracks and turned about, following his order. The ebony dining table was made up with a thick table cloth, along with tall candles which were lit and held in small crystal holders. There was a bouquet of flowers at the center of the table in a vase, deep reds and eggshell whites. Elizabeth couldn’t help but to think of Kurt as a bit of a romantic. She was beginning to forget she was even his slave at all. She took a seat at the end of the table and waited for a few moments before Kurt finally entered the room. He was dressed nicely, as always. A pair of black dress pants hugged his hips so that she could clearly see his bulge through them. He wore a navy blue button-up as well, the top two buttons undone to reveal a bit of his muscular chest. He set a plate before her, then made his way to his own seat across from her and sat with his own plate. Elizabeth stared down at her food silently, soaking in the smell of it. She glanced up at him, “This looks delicious, Master… What is it?” “Honey-Basil chicken breast, zucchini, and wild rice,” he answered her, taking up his fork and stabbing a slice of zucchini, biting, chewing, swallowing. He stared at her. The way his eyes were on her made her fidget in her seat a bit. Around him, she felt so small… She followed ...
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