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Trafficked Love Ch. 19

Date: 7/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Body modification, Discipline, Hardcore, Job/Place-of-work, Male Domination, Non-Erotic, Prostitution, Reluctance, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Violence, Written by women, Author: ObedientAngel, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

up that French restaurant downtown?” It was the usual place Rich took the girls for their birthday. It was fancy; had white linen tablecloths, live music that usually consisted of piano and string instruments. And it was expensive. No meal was under thirty dollars, and the menu was littered with French words Angel didn’t know. Angel bit her lip. She didn’t want a fancy dinner at some expensive restaurant. “I know, that’s not your style,” Rich played, giving her a half smile. “I know a place I want to take you.” He smirked, and stood, giving Angel no other clue as to where they were going tonight. He stood from the table, and put a hand on each of Angel’s shoulders as she scooped another bite of eggs into her mouth. “But first, I’m going to take you to the mall. You’ll need a dress.” +-+-+ The mall was more like a local gang hang out. Everywhere you turned there were pimps and their girls, thugs, hood rats, drug dealers, and other people who would generally be labeled as “trash” or “ghetto.” Angel kept her eyes low as Rich led her to one of the smaller stores. It was a women’s apparel store, and Angel notices that the store specialized in flashy club attire. Angel felt awkward, and did not want to be in the store. Rich moved over to a rack of dresses. He leafed through them, the sequence and rhinestones on the dresses caught the light and gave a twinkle here or there. He looked up “find something you like,” he encouraged. Reluctantly, Angel thumbed through a rack of dresses ... half-heartedly. “Grab any you want to try on.” She sighed, continuing to leaf through the dresses, not really paying attention to them, despite their twinkling demands for attention. After a while, Angel for a red dress that seemed alright. She looked up at Rich, who had four or five dresses for her to try on. She sighed again. Rich wasn’t going to let this be easy. +-+-+ Angel repeated the process, mindlessly. Wiggle into some tight sheath of a dress that Rich picked out, open the dressing room door, awkwardly spin for Rich to examine, awkwardly tug at the dress to make sure it covered what it needed to, go back into the dressing room to wiggle back out of the dress, to repeat the whole process with another dress. Dress after dress. Angel finally managed to get down to the last dress in a pile of flashy, flirty, and showy dresses that Rich had wanted her to try on. She wasn’t sure she was going to have any luck, and every time she opened the door, she could sense Rich’s irritation at not liking any of the dresses. One more dress, and maybe he’ll take her home. She tugged the dress free from its hanger and unzipped the short zipper in the back. Half-heartedly she slithered into the dress, zipped it, and opened the door. Rich's expression changed. He perked up and his mouth hung slightly open in awe. His eyebrows rose in surprise, and he straightened in his seat, on the little bench outside of the dressing room. "What?" Angel wasn't sure what to make of Rich's reaction. She ...