1. The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 3


    Date: 1/6/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy BDSM Blowjob Bondage and restriction Cum Swallowing Domination/submission Male Domination, Male/Female Non-consensual sex Oral Sex Rape Reluctance Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women Author: Breanna Renaud, Source: sexstories.com 

    Early that morning, Kurt woke up to his alarm. He took a long hot shower, then enjoyed a croissant and some fruit for breakfast before heading down the basement stairs. From atop the stairs, he could already hear the vibrator humming. And as he reached the bottom his grin widened from ear to ear. Elizabeth was still lying in the same position he’d left her in. Her hair was a mess from the squirming he was sure she’d done all night. Her skin was stained by the dirt from the floor. There were bags under her blue eyes, a telltale sign that she’d gotten little to no sleep with the toy placed on her clit all night. She looked up at him tiredly, eyes pleading for him to release her, but not a word spoken. It was clear she had learned her lesson over the long eight hour night. Kurt came to her side, kneeling beside her and cupping her face with his hand, “How many times did you climax last night, slave?” She breathed rigidly, trying to move her legs against the tape that held them together, but ultimately failing. Elizabeth’s voice finally came in response to him, though, a bit raspy and dry, “I… I don’t know, Master…” “You lost count?” his voice was amused. Bowing her head away from him in shame, the blonde girl gave him his answer. He was satisfied with that. Reaching forward, he flicked the off switch on the vibrator and the distinct humming ended. The look of relief on her face was priceless and he couldn’t help but to be entertained by her. “Your punishment is over,” Kurt ...
    ... said, pulling a small knife from his pocket. She eyed the blade, terrified that he may hurt her with it, but biting her tongue. “Stay still,” the man warned her as he continued with it, dangerously close to her skin as he cut through the duct tape holding her thighs together, then the tape binding her wrists. He pulled the tape from her skin quickly, obviously a yank-the-Band-Aid sort of guy. Elizabeth whimpered in pain as the adhesive was torn, but was suddenly relieved to be able to move her limbs freely. She looked up at the figure of him standing over her, “Th-Thank you, Master…” He smirked at her, then pulled a key from his pocket and slid the knife back within his jeans. Kurt unlocked the iron collar from around the blonde’s neck and instructed her to stand up. She complied. But as she stood, her legs felt sore and weak and she wobbled a bit, nearly losing her balance. He caught her, realizing she wouldn’t be able to function through the day without a bit of rest and recuperation. Kurt allowed Elizabeth to lean on him, leading her quietly up the stairway and then another until they reached her bedroom. He helped her onto the bed, smiling down at her. She couldn’t help but feel indebted to him for his help, foolishly forgetting for a moment that he was the reason she was in this predicament in the first place. “Get some rest,” he ordered, though his voice held no malice, “I will wake you up in a few hours.” But he didn’t have to ask her twice. Elizabeth laid down at the end ...
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