The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 1

... wasn’t long before Frankie scurried off elsewhere. The other young man turned and faced Elizabeth, smirking at her. His skin was sun-kissed, his muscles defined. His hair was short and dark, face clean-cut with a strong jaw. And his eyes were like emeralds set on fire… “Sorry about him,” he said with a brief chuckle, “The young ones always think they’re unstoppable…” He placed the bong down on the nearest table. Elizabeth nodded with him, “Thank you for saving me.” She wouldn’t admit it, but she was truly afraid before he’d come along… “No problem,” his eyes flashed over her for a moment, “Can I get you a drink?” She smiled at him, “I don’t really drink much…” “How about a coke? That won’t hurt anything… in moderation at least,” he joked. Elizabeth laughed, unable to stop herself from feeling the butterflies fluttering in her stomach around this boy. She couldn’t help but to crave more time with him. “A coke would be great,” she agreed. The young man disappeared for a moment, and she stood, close to a wall, trying to remain invisible in everyone’s eyes. Except for his. It didn’t take long before he returned with a red cup filled with ice and the brown, bubbling liquid. He handed it over to her, leaning against the wall with her, “Drink up.” She took the cup, taking a few sips right off the bat. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until the cool liquid was in her mouth, traveling down her throat. Once she’d swallowed, Elizabeth grinned at the boy, “Thanks. My name’s ...

... Elizabeth by the way. Or Liz. That works too.” “It’s very nice to meet you, Elizabeth,” he responded to her, “I’m Kurt.” He looked out for a moment at the crowd of dancing people, then caught the eyes of someone and nodded to them. Elizabeth tried to follow his gaze to see who he was nodding at, but there were too many people in that small room. “Do you go to Ashwood…?” she asked, unsure whether she still had his attention. “Yes.” It didn’t go unnoticed that his answers were getting shorter and shorter. She sipped at her coke again, feeling a headache coming on. She got them often, especially when music was playing loudly. So she thought nothing of it at first. But within the next few minutes, she was starting to feel dizzy and disoriented. She slipped, falling a bit into Kurt before catching herself. “Wow, I’m so-sorry…” she apologized, “I don-don’t feel good… I think I sh-should go home…” He glanced over at her finally, smirking, “You’re not going home, bitch. You’re mine now.” Kurt clapped one of his big hands over Elizabeth’s mouth, holding tightly over it so that she couldn’t make a sound. In the busy room, not a soul noticed the commotion of in the corner. He stood behind Elizabeth, whispering huskily into her ear, “We’re going to leave this place now. If you so much as speak a word… I will KILL you.” Kurt removed his hand from her lips and she breathed heavily, eyes wide with fear. “Are we understood?” he asked harshly. She nodded without a peep through her lips. The two ...