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

To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 1

... headache and nausea were becoming too much for her to bear. "Answer my question," he flatly stated while paused to rub the reddened areas. For some reason, the casualness of his response frightened her even more. She started to tremble again. She could feel tears beginning to from in her eyes. She willed herself to stop. The last thing she wanted was to seem weak to this psychopath. Stammering between shallow breaths she said, "No, I have not seen a man naked...I'm a virgin." "That wasn't so hard, was it?" David helped her to her feet and then guided her to sit back down on the bed. She winced as her sore rear touched it. David took a few steps backwards and peeled off his shirt. Sara watched him in disbelief. His slightly hairy chest was firm and several more tattoos adorned it. Under normal circumstances, she would have considered him attractive. "It's time for your anatomy lesson then." He was joking, but Sara looked terrified. Her eyes remained glazed with tears. David continued undressing. He removed his shoes and then his blue jeans. He had not worn underwear that day. His semi-hard cock pulsed upwards toward her. Sara wanted to avert her eyes, but she could not tear them away from him. "It won't bite. Touch it." He insisted as he sat next to her on the bed. He put his arm around her. "Fuck you. I'm not touching your pathetic dick." Sara knew she was stupid for insulting him, but she could not stop the rage that was starting to take over. David could not help but look ...

... amused. "Rule three, ladies don't swear. I guess I should show you what's in the closet." He stood up and jerked her forward by the arm. Sara followed him to his closet. He shoved some of his clothes to the side. Behind them was what looked like a metal gun locker. He opened it and Sara was even more horrified by the contents. There were whips, paddles, and dozens of other implements of torture. Sara had never seen many of the things before, but she could guess at their purposes. "I'm sure you can imagine what the next step in punishment would be after a spanking. By the way, I'm going to lock this from now on, so don't get any ideas about finding a weapon." David looked at Sara for a reaction and was pleased to see she looked worried. "Look Sara, we both know no one is going to look for you. Your best bet at getting through this is to cooperate. Now, touch my cock." She knew he was right. She was estranged from her family and had no real friends. She was completely at his mercy, for now at least. Her hand moved in slow motion towards him. It finally, softly, touched his cock. Sara stroked the head. She found herself surprised at how smooth the skin was. It felt so hot and firm. As she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand away. David looked at her questioningly. "Did I tell you to stop?" "No, I'm sorry." Sara tensed preparing herself for his next move. He pulled her once again to the bed. "Lie down on your back." He demanded. Sara did as he asked. She kept her legs ...