1. 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

    looked down at the dress, and ran her hands over it, in an attempt to flatten any wrinkles there might have been. “You look,” he paused, blinking a few times in surprise, “amazing!” Angel still didn’t understand him, she turned, looking back into the empty dressing room, at the mirror on the back wall. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened. The dress, which she didn’t even bother to look at after putting it on, was a red halter top dress, that came to just below her knees. Where the halter straps met the bodice of the dress, there was a small crystal cluster, almost like a broach. It wasn’t like the other, flashy dresses that were better suited for going to the club. It was classy, elegant. “You like it?” She nodded, still absorbing her appearance in the mirror. It was the first time she actually liked the image in the mirror. +-+-+ Angel stared out over the river. She had finished eating, and was patiently waiting on Rich to finish. The food was good. Angel had eaten a small dish of rosemary chicken, and Rich had insisted she have a glass of white wine. Rich was still chowing down on a steak he had ordered medium rare. “Did you like the food?” Angel nodded, glancing back at Rich before looking over the river again. Their table sat on a nice patio outside, that overlooked the river that ran through the downtown area. It was dark out already, and the water seemed to be pitch black and silent. Rich thought nothing of the dark evening. He was in fact, quite ...
    impressed with the lit candles, and the warm evening breeze. But to Angel, the darkness was suffocating. It was wrapping it’s ugly fingers around her mind, and pulling her down towards the silent black pit that was the river. Rich had meant well by their candle lit dinner, but Angel would have much rather slipped into the shadows, and be washed down stream and out of sight. +-+-+ Rich had stopped at the club to collect money from a handful of his girls who were working there that night. He had dragged Angel along with him, not wanting her to be alone in the truck. It wasn’t uncommon for Rich to make stops at the clubs and streets his girls worked at, to collect their earnings. “Amber, I know you made more than that. Hand it over.” “Daddy, they just ain’t buying tonight. It’s slow.” “You better have made more than that.” “Daddy, I swear!” Rich had rolled his eyes, looking past the red haired dancer, silently counting to ten. His patience was running thin. There was no way, in the crowded club, she had only made one hundred dollars. “Daddy, please!” All he wanted was to grab Angel and get out of there. It was her birthday, and she shouldn’t be here, at work. “Well you get up there and shake your damn titties. Get me my money.” He folded the bills, and shoved them in his pocket, looking around the club for Angel. Where the hell was she? “I wonder if that girl is dancing tonight. I love seeing her dance.” Rich wandered through the club, still searching for Angel. “What’s that chick’s ...
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