1. The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 5


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Group Sex, Male / Females, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Threesome, Written by women, Author: Breanna Renaud, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    commands is… ill-advised.” The man eyed Elizabeth; she looked at him, and then quickly looked away. She was trying her best not to listen to their conversation, but she was ordered to stand there, and there was not much else for her to do. The mocha-skinned bitch smirked, then chuckled lightly under her breath, “You’re quite the passionate lover, Kurt. And quite the slave trainer as well. Have you ever considered becoming a trader in the business?” He eyed her, eyes narrowing slightly, “You trying to get me to go into business with you?” “With me?” Raven laughed and shook her head no, “No, you and I would rarely get into bed with one another. I don’t like getting my hands dirty, you know that. I’m more of a… facilitator.” “And I would be?” Raven looked at Elizabeth, her gaze searching the young woman, “You would be making a lot of cash. That inheritance of yours is not going to last you forever, Kurt. I’m only offering you a valid way to earn quite the pretty penny doing what you’re good at – making bitches like her learn their place.” Elizabeth squirmed under the other girl’s gaze, and shivered slightly at her words. Was she suggesting to Kurt that he should sell her for a profit? Elizabeth could get used to being Kurt’s slave, but she didn’t want to think about what kind of creep she could be traded to next. She frowned. Kurt stared at Raven for a moment, his lips formed into a straight line. He took a moment before responding to her, “You make a good point. But is the ...
    risk truly worth it?” “That’s for you to decide,” the dark-skinned girl was quick to answer him, “For myself, I make a couple hundred thousand here and there to simply be an accessory. For you, Kurt… You’d be making from one to three million dollars to kidnap, rape, and abuse a girl into being obedient like little Elizabeth here…” His gaze was contemplative, lost in thought. Probably calculating his risks in his mind. “For example: for her in the condition she’s in… you could make a couple million dollars just selling her to any random Joe Shmoe,” Raven said to further her point. And Elizabeth cringed at the thought of being sold. She cringed at the thought of what kind of man would be her master after Kurt. Maybe someone not so handsome. Maybe someone not so gentle. Maybe someone not even so kind. “Thank you, Raven,” Kurt said quickly, “You’ve given me a lot to think about. But if you wouldn’t mind, it is getting a bit late.” “Not at all,” Raven replied with that sick smile still on her lips. Elizabeth couldn’t believe she’d ever trusted such a sadistic bitch. The woman stood from her place on the couch, downed the rest of her wine in a few gulps, then slid on her high heels and walked to the front door. Kurt accompanied her, leaving Elizabeth standing sore and naked alone in the living room. Her ears were peeled and she heard as Kurt wished Raven a good night. Elizabeth didn’t wish anything good for that cunt. She wished she would die in a terrible crash on the drive back to ...