To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 1 - Sex Stories

To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 1

... was one small window near the ceiling, but she could only see blue sky from the bed. In an alcove, she saw some exercise equipment. There was also a small desk with a computer and a clock. It said 10:12. Tentatively, she sat up. Her head pounded even harder in rebellion and she noticed that she was also nauseous. She willed herself to try to stand. She slid to the edge of the bed and lowered her legs down. They wobbled as she stood and took a small first step. Hobbling to the closest door, she opened it. It was an ordinary bathroom. She moved on to the next door, finding a closet. It was mostly filled with t-shirts. She reached in to examine one. It was an old Metallica shirt. Sara's heart began to race as she quickly put it back. She realized she was likely in a man's room. Her head spun again as she tried to remember how she got there. I was kidnapped! Her mind screamed at her in terror. She dashed to the last door in the room. Frantically, she tried to open it. It was locked. She continued pushing and pulling on the door in vain. To her surprise, it suddenly swung open. A tall man stood in the doorway with an amused look. "Going somewhere, dear?" he asked with a subtle southern accent. Sara froze in fear. "Hi, I'm David." He spoke casually as if they were meeting like normal people. Sara stared at him in shock; he looked familiar. Her eyes drifted down to his tattoo covered arms. On his left arm there was a Chinese dragon that appeared to wrap around his entire arm. His ...

... right arm had various designs that melded together. Some of them looked like they were military insignia. The memory of her meeting him hit her suddenly along with the comprehension that he must have been stalking her ever since. David followed her gaze, "Do you like my tattoos?" He asked with a charming smile as he closed the door behind him. Sara gathered enough courage to speak. "Where am I?" She asked while she took a few steps back. David didn't answer her right away. He turned around and entered some numbers on a key pad next to the door. Sara hadn't noticed it in her earlier scan of the room. He walked over the bed and sat down. His eyes burned into her. Sara shifted uncomfortably as she stood before him. "My room." He finally responded. When he spoke, Sara saw that his tongue was pierced. Sara shifted her weight again. She looked out the window. In the distance, all she could see were trees. It looked like she was at least a story up. "Will you at least tell me what you want with me?" She nervously asked as she clenched her fists. "I want you," he simply said. Sara's head spun. He is insane!, her mind screamed at her. It raced to think of a response. "Want me?" She dared to glance at him. He looked in her eyes and she immediately looked away from them. "Yes," David tried to make eye contact with her again but she continued to avoid him. "You are so beautiful, I had to have you." Beautiful, did he say beautiful? He is FUCKING insane, she thought before blurting out, ...