The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 2

... will always address me as one or the other, slave.” Elizabeth felt her legs tremble beneath her and cautiously nodded again to him, “I-I’m sorry, Sir…” He eyed her for a moment before the anger on his face dissipated, then walked back toward the door and opened it for her, “Come. There are a few more things you need to see.” ************************* Kurt showed Elizabeth where the bathrooms were located, as well as a built-in library and home gym. He informed her that she was always allowed to ask permission to use the library and the gym, and that she would most likely be granted access as long as she was good. A few more doors down, though, they reached a door painted black and he grinned back at her, “This is where the fun happens.” The door creaked open, and Elizabeth couldn’t hide her curiosity as she peeked inside. There was a big arm chair inside, as well as a wooden bench and a black leather stool. The one window in the room was blacked out and along the deep red walls there were various hooks with whips, floggers, ropes, and chains hanging on them. The small blonde couldn’t help but feel her heart skip beats at just the thought of what kind of “fun” Kurt would have with her in there. And she felt just the slightest sliver of excitement as well… With wide eyes, she looked back to the smiling man, “A-Are you going to hurt me, Sir..?” He chuckled at her words, “A bit, yes. But I won’t do anything you can’t handle.” His electric green eyes gazed into her blue hues ...

... with a sense of longing. She could tell he was already playing out his darkest fantasies in his head. She frowned and looked down over her naked body. His cum was still slowly seeping out over her inner thighs. Kurt spoke up again then, “You are mine, Elizabeth. I will do with you as I please.” “Why do you keep saying that?!” Elizabeth asked, confusion on her soft features, “I’m not some object that has a price tag… y-you said earlier that you paid for me, but what is that even supposed to mean? I’m a person not fucking c-cattle!” Her voice was panicky. And the more she thought about how helpless this situation was, the more she spoke without thinking. But her blue eyes were wide at the end of her outburst and she backed up from him just a step, quickly adding the word ‘sir’ to the end. And she expected him to hit her again, but surprisingly, the man’s expression seemed calm. He simply wrapped a hand around Elizabeth’s wrist and pulled her to follow him as he walked. They headed back down the stairs, then found a door which lead to another flight of stairs down. It was pitch black until Kurt flipped the light on and Elizabeth looked around at the basement they stood in together. He let her wrist go, then and turned to busy himself with looking through a cabinet against the wall. Elizabeth’s eyes searched for something she could use as a weapon against him as his back was turned, but to no avail. The concrete block of a room was barren of anything useful to her. She frowned and ...