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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

were so small, soft, and perfect compared to his. He finally spoke, "I'm going to take you back to my room. I'd rather not get stitches again. Do you think you could try to behave yourself?" Sara looked up at him. He was still looking at her hand. She could see his stitches. Guilt overwhelmed her; she had never hurt anything in her life. She wanted to promise him that she would be good, but she couldn't find the words. Her eyes began to sting as tears formed. Horrified, she jerked her hand away from his and covered her face. David watched in wonder as she began to sob. Even in the first days of her abduction she had not showed this much emotion. He put his arm around her and she rested her head against him. As she cried, she became more aware of David tightly holding her. Even though he was her captor, she felt safe. She could smell the faint scent of his aftershave and it stirred distant feelings of desire. Her attraction to him was undeniable. Her primary fear, she realized, was not of him but of herself. She was afraid how far her descent into submission would take her. Her tears slowed and she caught her breath. She did not lift her head from his shirt to speak, she barely knew her own voice as she said, "I'm sorry. I won't try to run away again." His hand lifted her head up to meet his eyes. "It’s alright pet. I forgive you," he said. Sara looked away from him. She couldn't believe what she'd said, she sounded so different. "Let's get out of here." David helped lift Sara ... to her feet and moved to lead her out of the cell. Sara was not going to complain about her nakedness, she figured by now everyone had seen her, but she was relieved when David handed her a bathrobe. She put the robe on and followed him back up to his room. She noticed through the windows that it was twilight. The house was empty, so she assumed it must be dawn. Sara felt comfortable back in his room. "Go take a shower." David said. Sara went into the bathroom and complied. She had never felt so dirty in her life. At first, the hot water stung her back, but as she washed, it took some of the ache out of her muscles. The water also felt good against her sore breasts. She took time to shave her arms and legs. She peered between her legs and noticed how much her hair had grown out. She paused for a moment, before starting to shave there too. When she was finished, she stepped out of the shower. She dried off slowly before wrapping a towel around her. She looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked to see how much thinner her face looked. Her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. She tried to brush her hair, but all she could find was a comb and she feared she would break it in her thick tangled hair. She combed out the mats with her fingers and tried again. Finally satisfied with her appearance, she bit the inside of her lip as she opened the door. David was on the bed waiting for her. Sara had no illusions of what the morning was going to hold for her. "Take the towel ...