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To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 3

Date: 3/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Sado-Masochism, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

apologized. "It's okay. Let me see what you were looking at." He moved quickly toward her to get the book before she could close it. Luckily, she still had one hand on the page and it marked her place as she scrambled to shut it. Sara sighed as he pulled the book away from her. She knew he wasn't going to let this pass by without comment. She watched his smile broaden as he looked at the photo. "Do you like this?" he asked. "I think she looks nice." Sara coolly replied. She folded her arms across her chest. "Would you like to look like her?" David prodded. "No," Sara shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "Do you want to fuck her then?" David asked as he put the book back on the shelf. Sara caught herself from gasping. She paused for a moment before answering, "Why would you think that?" "Your face looks a little flushed. I bet you're wet aren't you?" He teased. "Yes, I'm really a lesbian, so you have to let me go." She said sarcastically. Sara smirked as she saw the briefest look of a smile on his face from her catty response. David knelt down on top of her, pinning her against the chair, "I don't care what you think you are, pet, I'm never letting you go. If I have to, I'll keep you chained to my bed for the rest of your life." Sara snorted insolently, "We'll see about that." David pressed his mouth against hers and forced his tongue into her. He thought he felt hers respond before she tried to turn away. He pulled off of her and looked into her eyes. "Let's go for a walk," ... he said. She looked at him with suspicion. "Do I have to go outside dressed like this?" "Well I did have some clothes for you to wear, but now you've made me change my mind..." David looked to her for a response. Sara wasn't sure if he was serious or not. She decided to err on the side of caution, "Please, I didn't mean it like that." He went outside his door and retrieved a brown paper bag and handed it to her. She opened the bag and pulled out a pair of denim shorts, white socks, and white tennis shoes. Sara stood up and put them on in front of David. When she was dressed, David took Sara by the hand and led her outside. It was now the middle of June and the heat of summer had already arrived. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. "Don't get any ideas about running away." David cautioned her. Sara nodded, still squinting her eyes. She was satisfied in the moment at simply being outside. She was never much of a fan of the outdoors, but she had never stayed inside for so long either. David continued to hold her hand as they walked towards a fenced area with several horses. Sara turned her head to look at the building that was her prison. From the outside it looked like a mansion. It was painted all white. Off in the distance, she could see several barns and more horses. She scanned the horizon carefully; all she could see were trees and several small hills. "Where did you bring me?" she asked. "I can't tell you that." David said as they continued to walk towards ...