1. To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 3


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Sado-Masochism, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    David. It was the man who caught her. "Here, princess." He said as he held out a peanut butter sandwich and another bottle of water. Sara refused to take it from his hand, turning her head away from him defiantly. Evan wanted to leave without giving either to her, but he knew David would kill him if he did. He placed them on the floor while keeping an eye on her. He left the room in silence. Sara waited for a few agonizing moments before taking them. Under normal circumstances, she would have never imagined eating food off of a floor, but being naked and left in a prison cell wasn't normal for her either. Time seemed to inch by as she waited for her fate. She alternated between sleeping and pacing around her cell like a caged animal. The ache in her back grew worse from lying on the hard surface. She began to wonder if he was going to leave her there forever. Different men came in to bring her food every now and then, leering at her as they did. She didn't speak to them and they did not speak to her either. The light in her cell never went off making it further impossible for her to tell the time of day. She was worried about her mental state. Sometimes, she caught herself speaking out loud without thought. She was beyond bored, her mind numb at times, and at others it was shrieking at her. She tried to not think about her present or future, but as she remained alone she could not stop. The internal battle with the dark side of her mind waged on. The side she tried to shun ...
    for so long remained persistent, telling her to submit. Sara shamefully remembered one of the books that David had taunted her with. It was a BDSM pornographic novel. She found it when she moved into her house, but she lied when she told him in one of their conversations that she had never read it. She remembered staying up all night unable to stop reading. She fantasized about it for months. Her mind turned to her captor again. She had tried not to think about her encounter with David in college, but this too kept creeping back into her thoughts. Sara could remember sneaking glances at him during class. It seemed like every time she looked at him, he was looking at her. He was so much older than everyone else in class and his confidence captivated her. However, when he asked her out she panicked. She had planned to apologize to him the next time she saw him, but he never came back to class. Sara was on her side, facing away from the door, drifting in and out of sleep once again. She heard the door open and did not look to see who it was. She waited for them to leave, but she could feel a familiar presence standing behind her. She stayed still, unsure of what to do. She felt his warm hand gently rub her sore back. Her breath left her body as she waited in anticipation. "Can you sit up?" David asked. Sara rolled over and sat up. She could not make herself look at him. He sat next to her and she did not resist as he took her hand in his. David looked at it thoughtfully. Her hands ...
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