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Introduction:

This is a new series, dedicated to the winner of my competition on tumblr.

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones.


Chapter 2

She continued crying on the floor for almost an hour. David could hear her, but he decided to leave her alone. He got dressed again and turned on the television. When he could wait no more, he pounded on the door.

Sara's heart raced when she felt the door shake behind her.

"Get in the shower right now or I'm going to put you in there." He gruffly said.

She scrambled to her feet and went to the shower. She turned on the water and got in. The hot water did feel good on her sore muscles. She was sickened as she noticed David's cum on her thighs. She covered every inch of her body with soap.

When she was finished, she searched the bathroom until she found a towel. She was happy that it was big enough wrap around her. She stood there for a moment, trying to gather the courage to go out and face him. She held her breath and opened the door. He was sitting in a chair reading a book.

David looked up at her. "There are some clothes for you on the bed."

Sara turned and looked at them. He had neatly laid out a pair of her black silk panties and one of his t-shirts. She turned to him to protest.

He did not look up from his book as he said, "It's that or nothing."

She took them back into the bathroom and put them on. She then returned to the bedroom.

He put his book down, "There's water in the fridge. You must be thirsty."

Sara went to it and got a bottle of water. She sat down the bed and examined it in awkward silence.

"So, what are you majoring in?" David of course knew the answer, but he was trying to get her to speak.

"Accounting." She said, almost guiltily. She waited for him to make fun of her.

"You must be smart. I dropped out of college in my freshman year."

There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation. Sara felt odd making idle conversation with the man that had technically just raped her.

David spoke again, "I'm retiring from this job soon. I'm going to open a tattoo shop. I haven't decided where yet..."

He continued talking and asking Sara various questions. She responded, but did not engage him in conversation. She was relieved when he said he was going to get them dinner.

When he left the room, Sara slunk down on the bed. She was too exhausted to try to escape again. However, she did think about it until she dozed off. She did not hear David return to the room. He let her sleep for a while before waking her up.

"Sara," she heard him say as he rubbed her back. She thought she was dreaming at first, forgetting about what had happened, but the day's events soon returned to her memory and she sat up.

"Here." David handed her half of a turkey sandwich.

"I'm not hungry," Sara said.

"You have to eat. I can force you to if I have to." David insisted.

Sara took the sandwich from him and began eating it slowly not tasting anything.

"Do you feel okay? You look a little pale." David was genuinely concerned about her.

"I have a headache."

"Try to eat anyway. It'll probably make you feel better." David knew drug he had used sometimes caused side effects for a day or two.

They finished eating and David told her she was going to bed. Sara noticed it was only 7 o'clock. She worried that he was going to sleep in the same bed as her.

David pulled a small pill out of his pocket and held his hand out to Sara. "Here take this. It's a sleeping pill. I promise it won't hurt you."

Sara looked at it sceptically. She thought he must really be insane to think that she was going to take a pill from him.

Her reaction was clear to David and quickly made his own position on the matter clear, "Take this thing or I'm going to shove it down your throat."

Sara closed her eyes for a moment and cursed herself. She held out her hand. He dropped the pill in her hand. Sara put it in her mouth and took a drink of water.

"Open your mouth." David ordered.

She did. David looked inside to make sure she wasn't hiding it.
“Good girl.”

He tucked her into bed which did not help ease the surreal situation. He sat back in his chair and picked up his book again.

Sara closed her eyes and silently prayed that she would wake up in the morning. She laid awake for a while. She couldn't stop thinking about her cat. The pill began to take effect and she felt relaxed enough to broach the subject.

"Um, David?" She felt weird saying his name. Somehow it made her feel worse.

"Yes, dear?"

She paused for a moment. She was still lying on her side and she didn't dare look at him. Him calling her dear didn't make it any easier to ask him, "I know you probably won't care, but I had a cat and...I...well I know it's going to be a long time before anyone looks for me and I don't want him to starve to death. I don't think he can get to any food..." Sara felt foolish for telling him this.

David was surprised, figuring it would be at least few days before she got the nerve to ask him about the cat. "You don't think very much of me do you? I found him a good home."

"Thanks..." She wondered if he was telling the truth, but she now felt very sleepy and closed her eyes again. She slept dreamlessly.

Sara briefly woke up at dawn. She saw the purple sky through the window. She quickly went back to sleep. She didn't notice that David was lying next to her with one of his legs draped over hers.

Hours later David woke up. He had woken up several times that night to make sure she was still there. It was finally morning and his hard cock insisted he fuck the desirable creature that his arm was draped around.

He let his hand wander under the blanket to her waist. He managed to snake his way up her shirt without waking her. His hand stopped on her breasts. He blindly caressed them and began stroking her nipples. He could feel them growing harder against his hand.

Satisfied, David let his hand wander under her silk panties. He stopped to rub her clit.

Sara moaned softly. At first she thought she was dreaming, but as David's fingers moved faster against her clit her eyes flew open.

"What are you-" Sara's question was stifled as David pounced on her. He pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue in her mouth. She was appalled at how good his kiss was and how yet again she could feel her body responding to his touch.

David took his lips away from hers and pushed up her shirt to expose her breasts. He briefly kissed them. Next, he pulled her panties down to her knees.

"Don't touch me." Sara tried to wiggle away from him. David roughly pulled her closer to him by grabbing her hips. He flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Put your face down and your ass up." He commanded.

"I don't think so. Why don't you go fuck yourself." Sara hissed back at him. Her long nights sleep seemed to renew her courage.

David still had a grip on her hips and jerked her backwards until she was on her knees. He slapped her on the top of the ass.

Sara yelped at the sudden sting. She felt another one on the other side of her ass and then the process repeated again. It hurt worse than the first time he spanked her yesterday morning. When he paused, she immediately put her head down on the bed and raised her ass in the air a little. She whimpered as she thought of how exposed she was.

He smiled at her submission. "Any more fight left in you today?"

His arrogance made Sara want to tell him to fuck off again, but she was also ready to get the inevitable over with.

"No," she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"We'll see about that." David moved behind her and shoved his cock in her cunt.

Sara groaned at the pain caused by him entering her so suddenly. This new position made her feel even more like she was being reamed out. She could feel him slowly going in and out of her. Each time was a little less painful. Again in spite of her reluctance, she began feel her pussy growing wetter around his cock.

David released one hand from her hips and moved it back to her clit. Rubbing it hard, Sara bucked underneath him and he could feel her walls tighten a little around his cock. He fucked her harder with his fingers against her clit. He could hear her breathing heavy now. He continued until he felt her cum.

His cum was leaking out of her as he pulled out. Sara lowered her knees and laid on her stomach.

David got off the bed. He briefly admired Sara before saying, "I've got some work to do. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone." He dressed and left the room.

Sara laid on the bed for a long time. She felt empty. Eventually, she got up and went to the bathroom. She found a washcloth and cleaned David's cum off her again.

Back in the bedroom, she found her panties that were hiding in the bed sheets. He hadn't given her any other clothes so she figured that meant she wasn't supposed to wear anything other than the t-shirt again.

She got a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a few drinks. She explored the room again, but stayed away from the closet. She stopped and looked at the treadmill. She went back to a bookshelf and looked at the contents. There was quite a variety of books and DVD's on the shelves.

She found things to occupy herself while David was gone. When he returned hours later, he seemed happy with her.

The next couple of days passed without much incident. They managed to co-exist together. David fucked her a few times, but did not start many of the BDSM activities he enjoyed. He continued to try to move things along slowly.

On Wednesday, David had to leave for work early in the morning. He was gone when Sara woke up. She used the treadmill for the first time, watched television, and tried to take a nap. She couldn't sleep and realized that she was bored. She started thinking about what had happened to her and was disgusted that she was getting aroused. This is what you've always fantasized about, a quiet voice from inside of her said. She groaned out loud at the thought. It was true, she had been plagued by fantasizes about being forced into submission for years.

Sara rolled over onto her other side and stared at the patch of sky through the small window. She knew she should be worried about what David was going to do to her, but she had led herself to believe that he wouldn't really hurt her.

This admission made her even more revolted. She had to get out of here, before she completely lost herself.

David returned just after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. He'd left Sara a pair of sweatpants to wear with her shirt that day. She was sitting on the bed when he walked in.

"How's my darling little one?" He asked as he walked beside her.

Sara chose to ignore the latter part of his question and answered, "I'm bored."

He smiled. "Well I think I can think of something to keep you entertained." He leaned down in an attempt to kiss her, but she turned away from him. He pushed her down on the bed and held her head steady so he could kiss her.

Sara gasped as his tongue caressed her mouth. She parted her lips slightly allowing him to enter her mouth.

David fondled her breasts under her shirt. Sara tried to fight her desire to submit to him.

"Stop," she pleaded, "Please stop."

"When will you stop resisting me?" David whispered into her ear.

"Never." Sara was more determined now to get away.

"Have it your way then." David said as he unceremoniously pulled her pants down and then his. They both still had their shirts on, but he didn't care. He flipped her over onto her stomach and entered her pussy from behind.

Sara couldn't help but notice how the struggle between them had made her more excited. Her arousal increased as he continued to fuck her. Not being able to resist anymore, she came.

David ran his hands over her firm ass as he felt her cum. He could feel the pull in his own groin as he came in her hot pussy.

They rested on the bed for a short time. Sara sat up to put her pants back on.

"After we eat we can go for a walk." David told her.

Sara stopped what she was doing.

"That would be nice," she said through clenched teeth. David left soon after to get them some food. Sara decided that she had to act now. She'd watched him enter the room enough times to know that when he had his hands full it took him a few moments to get the door locked. If she attacked him when he walked in, she might have enough time to slip by him. She searched the room for a weapon. She picked out a book. It was a hard back and might be heavy enough to hurt him a little.

She opened it and pretended like she was reading. She sat on the edge of the bed, closest to the door and waited.

Her head shot up when she eventually heard footsteps outside of the door. She shut the book and stood up. Holding it high above her head she waited by the door on tiptoes. Her heart was pounding with fear.

The door opened and she struck him in the face before he could see her. She tried to push him aside to get out, but he didn't move. She stomped on his foot as hard as she could and kicked him in the shin. He finally budged enough for her to get by. She shoved him as hard as she could and he lost his balance, hitting his head on the door frame.

Sara ran as fast as she could toward the direction of the stairs. She gasped in shock as she ran directly into a large man at the top of the stairs. The man caught her and held her tightly.

"Did you lose something?" Evan asked with amusement until he saw the blood trickling down David's neck. Sara saw his face harden into something cold and frightening.

"Take her downstairs." David said.

Evan nodded and clenched Sara's arm in a death grip as he dragged her down the stairs into the basement.

Sara was truly terrified at the thought of what they would do to her. She had really hurt him. "Don't hurt me," she tried to plead, but Evan ignored her. He continued dragging her down the stairs until they were in the room with the cage.

Evan led her to a large metal support beam in the centre of the room. Sara shuddered as she could see one of the other men and the two girls in the cage bewilderedly staring at her. Evan wasted no time securing her to the post with her arms wrapped around it. He also tied her legs to the post so she couldn't move at all.

Sara suddenly felt faint and forced herself to take a few deep breaths.

"What the hell is going on?" the other man asked.

Evan replied, "The little shit tried to escape. It looks like she fucked Dave up a little. I'm going to check on him. Don't touch her until he tells us what he wants to do." He left to go back upstairs.

Sara couldn't see the man, but the two women sneering at her was enough to make her skin crawl.

Evan met David as he was heading for the basement.

"You need to get that cut looked at." Evan said as he saw the blood continue to trickle down David's neck.

"It's fine. Head wounds always bleed a lot." David tried to push his way by Evan to get to Sara.

"Well, have it cleaned up anyway. I can take care of her." Evan insisted.

"No, I'm the only one who's going to touch her." David was determined to deal with her his way. The thought of anyone else punishing her affronted him.

"What are you going to do?" Evan asked.

"I'm going to give her a punishment she won't ever forget and then I'm going to leave her in the hole for a little while..." David said and then muttered, "That will give her some time to think about actions and consequences."

"At least let me help you." Evan bargained.

"All right." David continued walking to the basement as Evan followed.

As they approached Sara, David couldn't help but consider how beautiful she looked tied in that position. Her large breasts were mashed against the pillar and she looked so helpless. He thought he saw her eyes lighten when she saw him.

"You've been a bad girl, pet." David growled at her.

Sara looked away. She was afraid of what he had planned for her.

"Help me cut her clothes off." David told Evan.

Evan got two pairs of scissors from their tool box. He handed one of them to David and they began cutting her clothes off.

Sara tried to recoil as she felt the cold metal press against her skin. David was working on her pants and panties while Evan removed her shirt.

Standing naked, she broke down and begged, "Please don't do this. I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"It's too late for that, dear." David whispered to her, "Tell me what rule you broke and I won't punish you as much."

Sara cried a little. She knew she was about to be horribly humiliated in front of five people yet she couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear.
"I can't," she sniffed.

David went to the cabinet and removed a long leather whip. As he held it, he had mixed feelings. He had always dreamed of doing this to his sweet Sara, but at the same time he had empathy for her. It would be so much easier if she would just allow herself to enjoy it, he thought as he moved to stand in front of her.

"Oh god, no." Sara said when she saw what he was holding.

Wordlessly, David went behind her again. He gently lifted her hair and placed it over her left shoulder to fully expose her back. He took a few steps back and tried to mentally balance himself. He raised his arm high in the air and brought it back down with practiced precision. The whip cracked against the bare flesh above Sara's right shoulder blade.

Upon the first blow, Sara shrieked and clamped her eyes shut to block out the people staring at her. He continued whipping her, crisscrossing her back, ass, and upper thighs. Sara continued to cry and feared her pain was never going to end.

David stopped when he saw that her back was covered with numerous welts. He had to admit that he was a little surprised with her stamina.

"Tell me what you did and your punishment will end," he said.

Sara sobbed, "You know what I did."

"I need to hear you say it," he patiently said.

She still did not respond.

"Help me untie her." David said to Evan.

They worked to get her loose and Sara collapsed on the floor when she was freed. They each took an arm and carried her to the table strapping her down.

David went to the cabinet where they kept their medical supplies. He put on a pair of latex gloves and began looking through the different gauges of needles. Finding the one he wanted, he found a matching pair of silver nipple rings. He had planned on piercing her later, but he hoped that the psychological torture might have an impact on her.

Sara saw what he had when he turned around and shrieked.

David carefully opened the needle's package. He was very good at piercing and knew that it would literally only take seconds. However, the pain afterwards would serve as a reminder of his control as well.

"I won't ever try to run away again," Sara said with a trembling voice. She had never even had her ears pierced and the thought it frightened her.

"I believe you, but it's too late now." David said calmly. He cleansed her already erect nipples.

The cold liquid he used on her breasts made Sara too aware of what was about to occur. She felt faint and hoped she would lose consciousness.

"Try to take deep breaths and let yourself relax. This won't hurt much." David comforted.

Sara closed her eyes. She did not want to see the needle, David, or anything else in the room. She wanted it to all disappear. She felt him grasp her right breast and a brief pinch following by a quick tug. Then the same process repeated on her left breast.

"Take her to the hole." David said as he left the room.

Sara opened her eyes to see the other men unstrapping her from the table. She looked down at her nipples to see that they were both now pierced with silver rings. She was yanked off the table and drug to the room they called the hole. It was indeed a prison cell. The only contents of the room consisted of a metal bed and a toilet. The door had a small window in it.

The door was locked behind Sara after she was shoved inside. She felt faint again and went to the metal slab. She laid on her side and blissfully slipped into darkness.



David laid in bed staring at the ceiling. He knew Sara was going to try something dumb. He saw it in her eyes from the beginning. Truth be told, he would have been disappointed in her if she had not tried to escape.

Part of him knew what he had done was crazy, but something about Sara had triggered an obsession that he could not stop. He had never even had a relationship that had lasted more than a few months, but yet he had watched and waited for her for years.

He'd spent many nights sitting alone in his truck watching over her dark house as she slept. He worried about her being alone. Sometimes he wished that she would have found someone to love her, maybe he would have been able to forget her.

David sat up, trying rationalize things. It had now been almost a week since he left her down there. He'd fought the urge to go to her until this point, but his instincts told him it was time.


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