The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 2

... kept her eyes on his back, assessing everything he did. Kurt finally found what he was looking for, an iron collar. He turned to face the blonde and strode toward her with it. “Do you know what I paid for you, Elizabeth?” Finally, he approached the girl and secured the collar around her neck, moving her hair out of the way. Kurt locked the padlock at the side of the collar, then smiled down at her, hand running along her perky tits. “Exactly 200,000 dollars. That’s one fifth of a million dollars. But you’re a bright one, I’m sure you could figure that out yourself.” Elizabeth swallowed uncomfortably with the heavy iron around her neck. That was a lot of money. “But… to who..?” she asked, still confused at how this could have happened. “Let’s just say, a friend of yours and I go way back,” he responded vaguely to her, enjoying his game of cat and mouse. He walked around her, taking a chain from another cabinet and securing it to a hook on the concrete floor. “I’ll let you figure that out. Who in the world would be catty enough to bring you to me, Elizabeth? Who in the world would sell you out for a large amount of cash?” She turned to watch him secure the chain to the ground, her heart sank in her chest and she couldn’t help but be distracted from the conversation he was trying to have with her. “Wh-What are you doing, Sir..?” she asked, an ounce of fear behind her words. And as he continued to speak, only one face popped into her mind. The realization was crushing. And she ...

... felt like a fool for having ever trusting the girl, having ever called her a friend… Kurt must have seen the recognition on her face because he smiled, “Yes. Raven.” He stood before her, attaching the chain to the collar around her neck, then finally answering her, “My slave needs to learn the consequences for raising her voice. I am your master. I call the shots. You have a problem with that, you are going to spend a lot of time in this cold basement sleeping like a fucking wild animal.” He pressed down on her shoulders, forcing the young woman down onto her knees, then ran his hand along the side of her face, “Are we clear, slut?” Elizabeth felt her heart sinking with each moment. Was he really going to leave her in here? She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and resisted the urge to cry. She complied to his silent order to get onto her knees, staring up at him. And as he ran his hand down her face, Elizabeth felt chills run down her spine. Her nipples were hard and goose bumps rose all over her soft skin. She nodded to him. He was crystal clear. “Now for your real punishment,” Kurt said abruptly, walking back over to the cabinet. He pulled out a roll of duct tape and a vibrating wand, smiling widely at the face of pure fear on Elizabeth’s face as he came back to her and knelt beside her. “Lay down on your back,” he commanded. And though she hesitated, Elizabeth knew better than to deny him. From her knees, she slowly laid her back on the cold, hard floor. Forcing her ...