The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 4

... after a short pause. He took a seat before her, flicking a switch suddenly on the chair she was restrained to. The dildo began to thrust harder and faster into her wet pussy and her eyes widened, mouth falling open. Kurt grinned at her, watching closely as she soon collapsed into an eighth orgasm. Then only minutes later a ninth and a tenth… And an eleventh. With each time he saw her body react to her climax, he chuckled out the numbers to her orgasms. And finally, after another half hour of this torture, he called out, “And… fifteen. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” The man stood once again, hanging the flogger back on the wall and walking back over to her again. Elizabeth’s body hung limply in its restraints, exhausted and driven halfway to madness by the twenty or so orgasms in a row. Her breaths were shallow as her chest rose and fell every few seconds. Kurt ran his hand through her sweat soaked golden locks of hair, then grasped the side of her face, forcing her to look up to him. “Did you enjoy the game we played, slave?” he asked her with enjoyment behind his own low voice. “N-No….” Elizabeth spoke softly, but didn’t have enough sense to lie to Kurt. Once again, ...

... his face was one of irritation and he raised his hand to smack her hard across the face, “Fine then. Another punishment is in order until you learn to bite your goddamn tongue.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of her, then showed the picture to her. She gazed at it through heavy, tired eyelids. Then he took his phone back, and sent the picture to someone through text message, smiling proudly at himself, “Sent.” Elizabeth seemed to be alarmed at what Kurt said, she sat up straight, eyes large, “S-Sent?” He didn’t bother to answer her question, but seconds later his phone buzzed to which he typed a long reply. Then he looked to her, “Tomorrow, someone will be joining us for the fun. I hope you’re prepared for that, slave.” “What…?” the blonde asked, confused, worried, “What do you mean…?” But Kurt was not in the mood to explain what he had in mind. He was aggravated with how she’d acted, with how little appreciation she’d had for the pleasure he’d allowed her. And quickly, the man unstrapped her from the device, shutting it off and ordering her to get out of his sight. She’d find out what was in store for her tomorrow. For now, she could guess.