1. The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 1


    Date: 6/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Rape, Slavery, Written by women, Author: Breanna Renaud, Rating: 86.8, Source: sexstories.com

    hearing the music as they started walking across the street to the house. Once they stepped through the doors, Raven’s smile brightened. This was her scene. She was used to going to parties, staying up all night, experimenting with drugs and alcohol. She was everything Elizabeth was not. But Liz looked around at the college students packed into the house like sardines with a level of nervousness. Another girl, only an inch or two taller than Elizabeth came over to the two of them. She greeted Raven with a friendly hug and some gossipy banter about some guy Raven had been flirting with being there. Raven shot a pleading look at Elizabeth, who couldn’t help but to be amused by it all. She nodded to Raven, “Go on. I’ll find something to do around here…” “I so owe you, Liz!” the other girl chimed with excitement, practically jumping onto the blonde with a big hug. Before Elizabeth knew it, both girls had run off somewhere looking for some guy. She stood awkwardly among the crowd of people for a little while, not sure of what to do with herself. Soon, the girl started bobbing her head to the music playing throughout the house though. She shuffled awkwardly through the crowd, trying her hardest to go unnoticed. Unfortunately for her though, Elizabeth never went anywhere unnoticed. A drunken boy came over to her with a bong in his hand came over to her. He was smiling goofily as he looked over her figure, obviously checking her out. Elizabeth couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at ...
    him. He spoke up finely, a slight slur to his speech, “Damn, girl you ff-fine…” Elizabeth chuckled, “Thanks, I guess.” He held the bong out to her then, “Wanna take a hit?” Her eyes widened at his question. She’d never so much as touched a cigarette before and now this boy was offering her marijuana? She remembered her friend telling her to let her hair down, but she couldn’t help feeling this was too much. Not that marijuana was harmful, really: she’d done the research on it. But drugs were just… out of the question. She shook her head, politely replying to the boy standing beside her, “No, thank you.” But he didn’t seem to take her rejection very well. His eyebrows creased and his face twisted into some sort of drunken rage. Elizabeth frowned as the boy started to rant to her, “What? My shit ain’t good enough for you? You need that high class shit, you prissy little CUNT??” The girl was taken aback by his sudden flare and stepped backward, feeling herself bump into someone else. “S-Sorry…” Elizabeth stammered an apology as she turned to see the 6 foot, muscular, and quite handsome man she’d bumped into. He smiled down at her kindly, waving of her apology with his hand, then stepping between her and the drunken idiot, “Go home, Frankie.” And the boy looked down at his bong, like a kid who had just had his candy stolen from him, then back up to Elizabeth’s saving grace. “You’ve had enough for tonight, eh?” he said, snatching the bong from the obviously younger boy’s hands. It ...
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