1. The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 4


    Date: 8/20/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Toys, Written by women, Author: Breanna Renaud, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    night just days ago. Elizabeth tossed her head back with pleasure, moaning out loud. Kurt laughed again, getting a kick out of the fact that the young woman had no control over her body or the sensations he was giving her. He held tightly to the handle of the flogger, raising it high before harshly lowering it with a cracking whip to her breasts. The B cups bounced with the whipping they received, pale skin growing red already. Elizabeth whimpered, and then cried out loudly as the first orgasm wracked her body. The wooden chair creaked beneath her as she uncontrollably struggled against her restraints in orgasm, then breathlessly whispered, “O-One…” Kurt smirked, “What was that, slave? I couldn’t hear you.” Elizabeth glared at him, then raised her voice a bit, “One, Master!” She bit hard on her bottom lip, feeling the dildo beneath her as it relentlessly pounded into her hole over and over again. Kurt walked around her again, swinging the flogger again. She heard the tails whooshing through the air before she felt the sting of them on her back. And as soon as the pain from the whipping subsided, another orgasm, just as powerful as the last, shook her body. “T-Two, Master…” the girl called out mid-orgasm in a raspy voice. This continued for the next thirty minutes. Kurt smacked the leather against her white skin, turning it a shade of bright pink in some areas. He laughed at her as she called out her numbers, getting a hard-on over her humiliation. She had a few more orgasms ...
    before her mind began to spiral out of control. She wailed with her seventh orgasm in a row, tossing her head back. Her brow was heavy with beads of sweat, and she realized she’d lost count with disdain. “Which number was that, whore?” Kurt asked, waiting for just a moment of silence for her answer. She was afraid of answering him. Afraid of being forced to begin this madness all over again. But Kurt’s face twisted in annoyance and he whipped Elizabeth hard against her breasts, “I SAID which number was that?!” With the crack of the whip, one of the clothespins on the blonde’s nipples gave out and fell off. Elizabeth cried out in agony, a dull pain taking the place where the pin had once clamped onto. She shook her head, tears falling from her eyes, “I-I’m sorry, Master… I do-don’t know…” He sighed deeply at her, kneeling beside her. Once again, he ticked his tongue at her in disappointment. He raised his hand then, thumb and forefinger pinching at the young woman’s nipple and pulling it. She whimpered; another tear or two slipping from her wide doe eyes. “Now, how hard is it to count to fifteen, Elizabeth? I know you are far smarter than that,” he teased her, though there was a fire behind his gaze. She knew he wasn’t happy with her, “I expected more from you.” “I’m sorry, Sir…” she whispered, begging him with the expression on her face not to make her start over again. “Because you are obviously terrible at this game, we are going to play a different game, then,” Kurt said ...
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