The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 5

Unlike all the other nights she’d spent in her bedroom on that big fluffy mattress, Elizabeth was unable to sleep a blink. She laid awake for most of the night, staring up at the ceiling in exhaustion and confusion. What had she done wrong in her life to have this happen to her? What had she done to this man specifically to make him want to hurt her so badly..?

She sighed and tossed and turned from side to side, trying to get comfortable so that maybe, just maybe her body would fall to slumber. But nothing worked. Her mind was preoccupied with memories of everything that had happened within the past few days, of the torment and of the pleasure. She was unsure how to feel of it all. Wondering whether she should just give in to Kurt and let him have his way, then feeling guilty for even thinking of consenting to this treatment.

She wondered curiously about who Kurt had sent that text message to. Who out there had seen her in such a humiliating setting? Who would be joining them tomorrow? Possible scenarios played through the young woman’s mind, causing panic and making it all that much harder for her to get some rest. And before she knew it, through her windows the light of dawn broke through. And not too long after that, a hard knock on her bedroom door.

Elizabeth sat up at the sound, staring at her door. Everything in her screamed for her not to give into him, but she still found herself sliding from the side of her bed and slowly making her way toward the door. She opened it up carefully, peering out at the tall, freshly shaven man. “Yes, sir?” she asked quietly in a groggy little voice.

“Good morning, Elizabeth,” his voice came through polite and controlled, but she detected not a hint of anger, which she took as a good sign, “Would you join me for breakfast?”

The girl gulped, remembering just how badly their last meal together had gone. Elizabeth had had a tough life. She had lost everyone she held close to her heart, and now she was alone. It had wounded her deeper than any physical scars for Kurt to use those facts against her. “I… would love to, master,” she replied to him hesitantly, opening the door wider to reveal she was only wearing shorts and a tank top, “Would you like me to change..?”

He stared at her for a moment, eyes grazing over the curves of her body before shaking his head no, “You may remain in your pajamas. Follow me.” Kurt turned his back on Elizabeth and began walking through the halls, then down the stairway. She left her room, closing the door behind her and following closely behind the man. Finally, the two reached the kitchen. Kurt had already prepared a breakfast for two. Plates adorned with scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast set up on the breakfast bar. Kurt pulled out her chair for her and she climbed in, taking in the smell of the food before smiling at Kurt. If nothing else, the man was an excellent cook.

Kurt took the seat beside her and began digging into his own food. She followed his actions, swearing not to speak unless he spoke first. At this point, she was too afraid of another punishment to speak out of line. They ate their entire meals in silence, then Kurt stood and took both of the plates, washing them in the sink as Elizabeth watched him quietly. “How was the meal?” he asked without looking to her.

“It was great,” Elizabeth commented honestly, “Thank you, sir.”

He nodded to her appreciation, but didn’t say anything more until he was standing by her seat. The man leaned in, kissing Elizabeth hard on the lips. She was taken off guard by the gesture, and her breath hitched in her throat. His hand held the back of her head, keeping her lips pressed tenderly to his. And finally, he pulled back and smirked at her, “You’ve been a good girl. A reward was in order.”

Elizabeth cursed at herself in her own mind for the fluttering feeling she felt in her stomach. She swallowed then awkwardly nodded at him, “Th-Thank you again, sir…”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled at her, then took her hand to help her down from the tall chair, “Now, we need to get you prepared for our guest.”

The blonde’s eyes went wide and her heart thumped in her chest, but she didn’t protest against him. Whatever he wanted, she would do. Maybe one day, if she lived by that philosophy, he would let her go. But even if he didn’t let her go, at least she could avoid the pain and live with only pleasure here. She could grow to be used to that kind of life… “Will you tell me who is joining us, master..?” she asked in a hushed voice.

Kurt chuckled, “An old friend.” Then he led Elizabeth down the hallway and into one of the bathrooms. She stood behind him once in the bathroom, watching as he turned on the water and felt its temperature. He then stripped out of his clothing, letting them fall to the ground gracefully. His body was fit for a god, toned and proportionate in every respect. He turned to face her, “Strip.”

She frowned at the order, but didn’t feel half as nervous being naked around him anymore. She was his after all, and she was sure he would have thrown her out long ago if he wasn’t fond of her figure. Elizabeth picked at the elastic waistline of her shorts and slowly lowered them, revealing thin, pale legs and a trimmed pussy with few blonde hairs. The girl pulled her tank top over her head then, allowing her b-cup breasts to breath. Her nipples became hard at the contact with the cold air. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her own body was one of a goddess, so maybe she was the perfect match for Kurt.

He watched her slowly strip for him, and his cock began to swell at the sight of her. She was truly beautiful and worth every penny he’d spent on her. Finally, she stood naked. Kurt held out a hand to her, “Join me.”

Elizabeth nervously stepped closer to him, taking his hand as he led her into the walk-in shower. The water was hot and steam filled the glass chamber they stood in. It felt incredible as the water rushed over her exhausted body. She looked up at Kurt insecurely, but he looked at her like some long lost treasure.

Allowing her to remain under the water, it was obvious that Kurt cared more for her comfort at that moment. He took a bottle of body wash and spilled it over the palm of his hand, then pulled her form towards his, lathering the soap all over her body. Kurt cupped her breasts as he lathered them up, then ran his hands down her stomach to her slit. His hand ran along her opening, back and forth as he cleaned her there. The blonde couldn’t help but to moan in ecstasy as his hands wandered over her. She wished it could be this way – this tender, this passionate forever.

Quite roughly then, the man forced Elizabeth to turn her back on him and to lean against the tile wall. His hand slid between her ass cheeks, all the way to the front of her pussy from behind. His thumb worked her clit for a moment, causing another loud sound of pleasure from the girl. He smirked at her moans, removing his hands and allowing the hot water to rinse off the soap from her skin. Then he ordered her, “Hold your ass out, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth wondered what he was going to do, but followed his order almost immediately. She kept her chest pressed against the wall, but arched her back so that her ass was perked outward. The blonde closed her eyes and awaited her master’s next move.

He was pleased to have her following his orders, and every time she proved to be obedient to him, Kurt only wanted to please her more. When she pushed her rear end closer to him, he kneeled down in the shower so that his face was level. He lifted a hand and inserted two fingers into her slit, wiggling them around inside and earning another moan from the girl. Kurt smirked, leaning in and licking Elizabeth’s clit.

Her eyes widened at the feeling of his mouth on her, but she couldn’t help the shaking in her legs or the sounds escaping from her mouth as his tongue continued to play with her parts. He started pumping his fingers in and out of her, every sound she made an encouragement for him to continue. His tongue flicked against her nub, hands holding to her thighs which quivered with the pleasure he was causing her.

When her moans lost their fervor, Kurt decided to add in another finger to the mix. Elizabeth was still as tight as ever, so he had to slowly work the third in. But once he began pounding her with all three, her sounds of pleasure were becoming increasingly louder.