To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 5

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Chapter 5

David was growing impatient. Another week had gone by and he was ready to leave, but he was afraid he was rushing things. Sara seemed fairly docile, but for all he knew she was planning to escape the first chance she got. He settled on a test for now. They would go out in public.

David returned to the room after being gone for a couple of hours. Sara was sitting on the floor leaning up against the bed, reading a fantasy novel David had given her. She barely glanced up at him as he entered the room.

"I have something for you," he said.

Sara looked up to see that he was holding out a large shopping bag to her. She thanked him as she took the bag and peered inside. She could see clothes.

"I hope they fit alright." He said as she began taking them out. The bag contained a pair of dark blue jeans, a pink and black striped polo shirt with a skull and crossbones embroidered on the pocket, a sheer black bra with matching thong panties, socks, and pair of black leather lace up boots. There was also a small red velvet bag.

"Do you want me to put these on now?" Sara asked.

"Yes," he held out his hand to help her up.

"May I ask why?" she questioned, taking his hand.

"We're going out." David smiled at her.

"Really?" Her thoughts lighted on the possibility of escape.

"Yes, hurry up, we don't have much time." David insisted.

Sara began taking her clothes off and putting the new ones on. Everything fit fine except for the jeans which were a little tighter than she would have normally worn. When she was finished dressing, David handed her the velvet bag. She opened it and found that it was full of make up.

"I want you to look like you did last week." David smiled as Sara looked at him, exasperated.

"I'd feel stupid," she pleaded.

"Put it on anyway. We're just going to get something to eat and then go to a movie. There's a small theatre nearby that's having a cult horror movie marathon tonight." David said, his voice taking on a hint of annoyance because of her hesitance.

Sara did not want to lose her chance to get out, so she went to the bathroom and began making up her face. She did not go quite as dramatic as Jenny had, but she still looked the part. Next, she brushed out her hair and made it look more presentable. She examined herself in the mirror, the clothes were not something she would have ever worn on her own. She felt like she was going to stand out. The shirt looked nice, but the jeans were definitely too tight. She was surprised to see how flat her stomach was when she looked at herself from the side.

"You look great," he beamed at her from the doorway of the bathroom, "but you forgot something."

Sara looked up to see that he was holding out Jenny's collar. She lifted her hair so he could put it around her neck. She glanced in the mirror again and was satisfied that the collar did not send the blatant message of what she was. It could pass as part of her outfit.

She followed closely behind him as they left the room and then the building. It was still daylight out. He led her to a barn in the back. David slid the heavy metal door open and walked inside. Sara peered in and saw that it was full of vehicles. David walked over to something that was covered with a black tarp. He lifted the tarp, revealing a motorcycle. Carefully, he pushed it out of the barn.

"Is that yours?" Sara asked as she looked over the bike, it was black with silver chrome. She could see the Harley logo.

"Yeah. Have you ever ridden?" David asked as he went back inside the barn.

"No, they scare me. I'm afraid I'd fall off." Sara looked at the bike again wondering if he expected her to ride on it. She wondered how easy it would be to jump off and run.

David returned carrying two helmets.

"You won't fall off," he assured her and then continued, his voice dropping, "I know you're thinking that this is your chance to escape, but I'm not stupid. I've made plans. You won't get more than a mile away before someone catches you. And I'm also sure you can imagine what will happen once I get my hands on you."

"I wasn't" Sara started to say as she looked away.

"Don't lie to me!" David barked.

She stepped to the side like a nervous horse as David approached her with one of the helmets. However, she did not protest further as he helped her put it on. When he was satisfied with the helmet's fit, he assisted her with getting on the bike. She was grateful that there was at least a back rest; it made her feel a little more secure.

David mounted the motorcycle. Before he started it, he said, "Put your arms me."

She felt the bike jump as it rumbled to life. She grabbed him tightly around the waist as they began to move. They rode slowly down a long gravel driveway onto a paved country road. Sara closed her eyes as they began to gain speed. She could not bear to look at the trees and road speeding past them.

David had imagined for so long how it would feel to have Sara riding with him. He could feel her clinging to him, her chest pressed against his back. They rode on the highway for over twenty minutes before reaching town. David tried to prepare himself for the chance that she would jump off and run at the first opportunity she got. He did have a plan, he had several people ready to assist him, including a sympathetic local cop, but there was always the possibility that she could slip away.

Sara opened her eyes just in time to see a city limits sign go by. She did not recognize the name. David began slowing down as they approached the town. She thought of what David's "plan" might be. Did he have someone following them? Sara tried to run different scenarios through her mind. She imagined herself trying to get off the bike and run, but she didn't think she could get off fast enough to get out of his reach. She had never been a fast runner. Her best bet would be to ask someone to call the police. But then the thought occurred to her that the way she appeared would make some people not want to help her.

David stopped at the first stop sign and waited for Sara to try and bolt. She did not. He continued on past one more and a stop light before reaching the restaurant. He parked the bike in the front.

As David helped her off the bike, Sara realized that she was correct in her assumption that she would not have been able to get off of it easily enough to run. Her legs were too short. She looked at the restaurant they were at; it was a run down looking Chinese restaurant. She took of her helmet and David locked them onto the motorcycle.

"Do you like Chinese?" David asked as he opened the door for her.

"It's my favourite." Sara said good-naturedly while walking inside.

A middle aged Chinese lady came to the front and it was apparent that she recognized David.

"Hello, I haven't seen you in a while. Is this your girlfriend?" She asked him.

"Yes," David said, squeezing Sara's shoulder with his hand.

The lady sat them in a booth. Sara sat across from David.

"You didn't want to tell her that I'm your slave?" Sara couldn't resist taunting.

"Do you want me to call her over here so I can tell her? I was just trying to save you some embarrassment, but if that's what you want, I'll do it." David retorted.

"No, that's okay." Sara said flatly and looked at the menu.

They ordered and Sara looked around the restaurant as they waited for their food. There were only a few other customers in the restaurant and Sara decided this was not the place to plead her case for help to someone.

"So what movies are they playing?" She asked between bites.

"Well, the one that's starting at eight is 'The Evil Dead'. Have you seen it?" He knew that she particularly liked horror movies.

"No. It was directed by Sam Raimi, right?" It was one of those movies that Sara had always planned on watching, but never got around to.

"I'm impressed." David said. They continued talking about movies until they were done eating.

They left and drove to the theatre. Sara was surprised to see how crowded it was. David held her hand as they walked inside and got their tickets then drinks.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Sara said when she saw the restrooms.

David looked at her with suspect. This would be her chance, he couldn't go in with her, but she would have to convince someone to help her.

"Okay, but make it quick, the movie starts in fifteen minutes." He said nonchalantly.

Sara was prepared for more resistance. Was he really that confident that she wouldn't do anything? She gave him an unsure look before going inside.

She frowned when she saw that it was empty. She really had to go to the bathroom, so she went into one of the stalls. Her heart raced when she heard the door open and someone else came in. Quickly, she finished up and went to the sinks. She washed her hands and then stood there waiting for whoever was in the bathroom to come out. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but notice how thinner her waist and thighs looked. She almost didn't notice the raven haired girl come out of the stall.

"Is that your boyfriend outside?" The girl asked when she saw Sara.

Sara's mind whirled. Is this someone he knows? She fretted for a moment before blurting out, "Yes."

"Well, you sure are lucky, he's a cutie." The girl said, leaving before Sara could say anything else.

David looked at the dark haired girl intently as she came out of the bathroom. He tried to see any hint of fear in her eyes. Instead, she smiled at him flirtatiously and sauntered off. Good girl, he thought.

Sara waited for a moment longer, but no one else came in. She decided the whole thing was probably a set up. For all she knew, everyone in the town was in on his secret. She came out of the bathroom with her hopes crushed.

"What's wrong, you couldn't convince that slut you're my sex slave?" David chastised as he uncrossed his arms.

"No, she's calling the police as we speak." Sara said haughtily.

"You're a terrible liar." David smiled, as he took her hand and led her to the theatre.

They found their seats and the movie began. In spite of her situation, Sara became engrossed in watching it. A giggle slipped out of her during the early part of the movie.

She whispered to David, "You didn't tell me there was tree rape."

He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Instead, he seized the opportunity of her leaning into him to lick her ear. He almost laughed again at the look of complete disgust on her face as she pushed his face away.

They made it through the rest of movie uneventfully, despite David's occasional groping.

"Well, did you like it?" He asked as the lights brightened.

"I loved it." Sara replied and then asked, "What's playing next?"

"Bad Taste." David answered, he wasn't planning on staying for another movie, but she seemed to be having fun.

"That's a great movie, it's so cheesyare we staying?" Sara asked with an amount of exuberance that was rare for her.

"I don't know," he said frowning, "what's in it for me?"

Sara asked hesitantly, "What do you want?"

David twirled a lock of her hair in his fingers, "Just a kiss."

"Here?" Sara looked around the theatre that was slowing filling up with people again. She wanted to see the movie, but she had also hoped that the longer they stayed the more of a chance she would have to get away. Do it, she thought, I've kissed him in worse places

David leaned over and gently placed his lips on hers. She opened her mouth and he took advantage, slipping inside. They kissed until David was satisfied that more than a few people noticed. He reasoned if she tried something he might be able to convince good Samaritans that it was only a lover's spat.

Sara leaned back in her seat trying to regain control. The kiss seemed to hit a nerve leading straight to her pussy. She was grateful when the lights finally dimmed and the movie began.

During the movie, she kept finding herself looking at David. His hair was usually disheveled and this night was no exception. She had always thought he was handsome, but he was looking especially boyish as he watched the movie.

When it was over, they left the theatre. Sara thought about asking to use the restroom again, but figured he would refuse. They walked together into the warm sticky night. She let David help her with her helmet again and they got on to the motorcycle. She was a little more resigned to riding on it this time. Strangely, she found that riding in the dark scared her less. She was again too aware of how close she was to David, how strong he was to touch, and how much the seat underneath her was vibrating.

By the time they returned, Sara was straining to maintain her aloofness. While David put the bike away he talked to her about the movies. When he turned back to her after shutting the barn door, he caught a glimpse of something familiar in her eyes, lust.

"You want me to fuck you." He unabashedly stated.

Sara put her hands on her hips, trying to hide her guilt. "What would make you think that?"

"I can see it in your eyes." He was speaking in that too casual voice that could almost hypnotize her. He moved to her and placed his hands on her upper arms. She instinctively leaned into him before she could stop.

"Stop it." Sara said weakly. She wasn't sure if she was talking to herself or David.

"You were a good girl tonight." David said as he continued to hold her.

His words sent a dark chill through her body that further fuelled her desire. She couldn't keep from moaning.

David felt that she was standing on the edge of plunging into the depths of her submission. He walked with her to his room. She did not protest as he unclothed her and tied her face down on the bed. The scene was similar to the one after the evening with Evan, but this time she could not blame the alcohol.

Sara woke up the next morning and immediately noticed that David was gone. She squinted at the clock, it was after ten in the morning. Still nude, she stretched and thought of last night. She could not deny his skill at manipulating her body and even her mind into bliss. Smiling to herself, she touched her ass and found that it was still a little sore from the crop. She was becoming more accepting of the fact that she enjoyed the pain, even the next morning.

She rolled over when she heard the door opening. It looked like David was holding something behind his back.

"Close your eyes." David ordered.

Sara reluctantly did, she wondered what he could have. She felt a slight weight on the bed and then something furry brushed against her exposed hand. She opened her eyes and saw her cat frantically rubbing against her hand.

"I thought you said you gave him away." Sara said, smiling happily.

"I'm not a complete bastardI was just waiting until you deserved a good reward." He reached down to scratch the cat on the head.

"Thank you." Sara said as she looked at the cat in wonder.

More days passed. With the cat, Sara seemed more content. David, on the other hand, had become restless. Even as Sara continued to warm to him, he began to wonder what he had done. He did not like the possibility of having to keep her entombed for as long as he would have her. He begrudgingly admitted that he wanted her to be his by her own free will. He knew what he would have to do, but he was not sure if he could bring himself to do it.

"Get ready. We're going out." David suddenly said Wednesday afternoon.

"Where are we going?" Sara asked.

"You need some clothes," he replied.

Sara was already wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She decided they were acceptable enough and fixed her hair and make-up.

They went out to the barn and retrieved his other vehicle, an old pick-up truck with faded red paint. Sara climbed in with him.

"It'll take us about an hour to get there. Pick out some CD's." David said.

Sara looked through a worn CD case that had been left on the floor. David had quite the varied taste in music. There was everything from country to death metal. She picked out a few of her favourites and loaded them into the CD player.

She watched the scenery in wonder as they drove. They passed many farms dotted with cows and horses. Sara learned where she was when they got on the interstate. Soon, David was pulling the truck into a mall parking lot in a medium sized town.

She expected him to remind her of how she should behave, but he didn't. He smiled at her as they walked inside. Suddenly, Sara felt uneasy. It seemed like everyone was staring at her. She wasn't wearing a collar and her make up wasn't that noticeable, but she wondered if other people could see what she really was, his slave.

David's first stop was Victoria's Secret. The saleslady measured Sara's hips and bust and directed her to the right sizes. David was not a fan of bras, but he knew that Sara's breast size was a little too large to go without one all the time. He picked out a few that were revealing enough to satisfy him and matching panties. He also got her some silky nightgowns that she liked.

Sara felt embarrassed as he paid for them and the clerk commented on how sweet he was for buying her lingerie.

They went back into the mall and stopped at more stores, he bought her two pairs of jeans and a few shirts. Sara felt uneasy with him paying for everything.

"I do have money of my own," she finally said to him. Between her job, scholarship, and the large trust fund her parents had set aside for her college, Sara had more money than most college students probably did.

"I know. Don't worry about it, besides you're going to hate me in second." He grinned devilishly.

Sara looked around trying to figure out what he was talking about and then she saw it.

"Oh god, no, please," she begged.

He nodded with the same stupid grin, "You need to dress more appropriately." He said as he began herding her into Hot Topic.

Sara stepped inside, becoming surrounded by pulsating rock music and clothes.

David has been anticipating this moment for a long time. Immediately, a girl with streaked black and purple hair approached them. She had a labret piercing and her eyebrows were shaped very thin and high. She was wearing black fishnet gloves and a short black dress adorned with safety pins.

"Is there something I can help you with?" The girl asked.

"She needs some clothes." David thrust Sara forward as if he was offering her for sacrifice.

The girl smiled at Sara, "Do you want to look at dresses?"

"Yes." David answered for her.

They followed the girl to an area with skirts and dresses. She rummaged through them and picked a few out for Sara. "Do you want to try them on?"

"I guess so" Sara looked at David and he nodded.

Sara began trying outfits on. David insisted on seeing every one of them, he did not trust her judgment. He selected more than a few. One especially grabbed his attention. It was a very short red and black plaid dress. The bottom was pleated like a school uniform, but the top of the dress was corseted. It accentuated every curve of Sara's body perfectly.

The clerk came back with more clothes and David whispered something to her. She smiled and left to return with a studded black leather collar and a pair of knee high black leather boots. David took them and slipped into the dressing room with Sara. He fastened the collar around her neck and admired their reflection in the mirror.

"Oh baby, Lilly Munster, ain't got nothing on you," he quoted teasingly.

Sara knew the song he was referring to and rolled her eyes, "You are such a nerd. Are you going to call me evil next?"

"You are evil, see" He put her hand on his jeans so she could feel his erection.
"Get out of here." Sara tried to push him out, but he didn't budge.

David laughed at her and murmured, "Come on, you know you want it"

"Hey, no fucking allowed." The salesgirl called from the other side of the curtain.

"I think you have enough clothes for now." David pulled her out of the room with him.

"I need to take this stuff off." Sara said motioning down to the dress.

"No you don't," the salesgirl said, "I can take the tags off."

Sara glared at her. She did not want to go out dressed like a whore. Her panties…her wet panties were almost visible under the dress as she bent down to put the boots on.

The girl rung up their purchases and bagged everything. Sara and David left the mall to return to the truck. They struggled to fit everything in it, luckily there was a small area behind the seat.

Next, they got something to eat. Sara winced as she walked into the restaurant and everyone stopped to stare at her. She was careful to pull the dress underneath her as she sat down. As they ate, Sara thought about running away, but her mind kept returning to what David would do to her. She thought of him catching her and pulling up her dress to spank her.

After they finished their meal, David said, "I think you need to go somewhere and show off your dress."

"Where?" She questioned. Something told her she should be worried.

"A bar I know," was his only answer.

They went back to the truck and he drove to the bar. It was a place he used to frequent and he was comfortable taking her there. It was friendly to the BDSM lifestyle and he would likely know most of the people there.

Sara looked at the outside of the bar cautiously. It was dark, but she could see a hulking bouncer standing at the doorway. She wondered if she would be able to get in without identification.

As if reading her mind, David pulled out his wallet and fished out her driver's license. He handed it to her, "You might need this."

It felt odd in her hands, like it was from a life that she'd never known. She took it and carried it with her as they walked in.

Of course, the bouncer asked for her license.

"Is this really you?" He asked as he glanced at the photo and then at her.

"Yes." Sara said with annoyance.

"When is your birthday?" He quizzed.

She answered correctly and he let her in. Her dress didn't have any pockets, so she handed the license back to David. He put it back in his wallet and walked inside with her.

Sara had never been in a bar before and wasn't sure what to expect. The music was extremely loud and it was a moment before she realized there was a band playing. The place was larger than it looked on the outside. The bar lined the opposite side of the stage and there were few tables scattered around. Most of the people were crowded around the stage.

She walked with David to the bar and he got them both beer. They sat at the only empty table and Sara continued to look around, taking in the sights. There were several stripper poles around and one had a topless girl dancing on it. She also noticed a large wooden wheel on the wall across from her.

"What is that?" She asked David.

He smiled at her and she immediately knew that she shouldn't have asked, "See the cuffs attached"

Sara interrupted him, her face now red, "Okay, never mind, I get it."

"Don't you want to try it?" He asked mischievously.

"I'd get sick." Sara quickly replied.

Sara noticed a leggy blonde approaching them with purpose. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a red leather corset top. Sara could see tattoos winding around her legs and across her chest. As she got closer, she noticed the piercings on her eyebrows and her bright red lipstick.

"I haven't seen you around for a long time." The blonde rubbed David's shoulders.

Sara felt a twinge of jealously. She wondered if this was someone he fucked.

He glanced up, unconcerned, "Hi, Mona."

Mona pulled up a chair and sat with them. "Are you going to finish the work on my tits?" She asked, referring to her tattoos.

"No." David had decided several months ago that she was not interested in his art work, only in fucking him.

Mona decided to change the topic of conversation, "Busy huh? Is this your new sub?"

"Her name's Sara," he said.

"She's cutequiet isn't see?" Mona looked her over.

David nodded, "Some men like that in a woman."

Mona scoffed and took out a cigarette. She lit it with a matchbook that was on the table. Sara noticed her long red fingernails as she put the cigarette to her lips.

"You should bring her over to my house; I could show you how to train her." Mona continued.

Sara tried to look unconcerned, but she wanted to slap Mona. Hard.

David laughed. "I think not."

Mona smiled, "You're afraid of me."

David's eyes hardened as he leaned closer Mona, Sara recognized the look of anger on his face, "I told you before that I'm not interested in playing slave. If you want to stay and talk about something else, that's fine, otherwise get out of here."

"Oh calm down, Dave, I was just teasing you." Mona did not bring up the subject again. They spoke about people Sara didn't know for a little while and then switched back to discussing her tattoos. David finished his beer and switched to water. He bought Sara another drink.

Sara was getting bored listening to them. She had decided that she didn't like Mona, she was too interested in David. She didn't like the way she kept touching his arm.

She stood up and said, "I'll be right back."

David frowned as he looked up at Sara, "Sit down."

"No." Sara said defiantly, but she did not dare to try to walk away.

With lightning fast reflexes, David yanked her across his lap. The bar had seen far worse activities than a spanking and it would probably not draw much attention even if she resisted.

Sara could feel her wetness already starting to trickle down her thigh. She was aware that her dress was riding up and her black panties were probably visible to all. She stayed still and waited.

David swung his hand down hard against Sara's ass. As he continued, he could feel her muscles begin to tighten and he heard her moaning. He had seen her cum enough that he was sure she was about to. He kept the rhythm of his blows regular.

Sara could not understand how she could feel like she was getting ready to peak. All he was doing was spanking her. Something about the glimpses of people she could see watching in awe and the atmosphere of the place had suddenly driven her into a sexual frenzy.

It was too much when he began hitting between her thighs. She was going to cum in public just from a spanking. She knew David saw the signs because he immediately stopped. More than few people clapped when she got off of his lap. She wondered if they knew.

David could see the sheepish look on her face and he was sure that she had reached orgasm. Sara winced as she sat back down in her chair.

"How sweet, she's blushing." Mona admired.

"I think it's time for us to go." David said looking at Sara's hazy eyes.

They stood up and Mona walked with them out to the truck.

"Good luck, Dave. Keep in touch." She said to him as he got in. He nodded.

Sara could not bear to look at him as they drove. She stared out the window wordlessly, deep in thought, until she could stand it no more. She turned off the radio.

David spoke first, "You disobeyed me."

"I'm sorry." Sara said, truthfully. They sat in another uncomfortable silence before she spoke again.

"I want to tell you something," she said, "but it's hard for me to say it."

"I'm listening." David said.

"I wanted you to punish me. I did it on purpose I came just from you spanking me," Sara blurted out. She swallowed hard and looked out the window into the night.

"I thought so."

"It wasn't just tonight" she struggled to continue, "that I've thought about doing something on purpose to make you mad."

"It's okay if you like being punished, but I will not tolerate you acting like a brat," David patted her on the knee and then added, "Besides, we can just pretend you were bad."

Sara sighed. She wanted to say more, but she couldn't bring herself to. She wanted to tell him that she surrendered, she was his. He was right about her all along.


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