Sara's Submission Ch. 02

Sarah brings a friend. Seraph's degradation continues. Most of the same themes from part 1 continue.

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Seraph woke to the sounds of slow passion. He blinked away his sleep and propped himself up on his elbows. He was still on Sara's bed, still surrounded by the candles, and still confused. He saw Sara, his childhood friend, engaged in a long kiss and full embrace with a woman he had seen before. Sara was wearing boyshorts, a small tanktop, and no shoes.

The other woman wore brown cork wedges that left her toes exposed and a long jacket that covered the rest of her attire. Her hair was a chestnut tumble that fell to her shoulders. She was shorter than Sara even in her heels, with bronzed skin and polished red nails. The nails played over Sara's cheek and lips as she stroked her face between kisses. They heard him rustle awake and turned from each other to him.

"How long was I asleep?" Seraph asked reflexively.

"Well he's a tasty one. I can see why you liked him," the new woman said to Sara. Her dark eyes fixed onto Seraph's. She took slow, rocking steps over to the bed, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath her jacket as she approached.

She was as gorgeous as Sara, but in a different way. Sara's features were delicate and her body was pert. This woman had a thicker body, with powerful thighs and larger, fuller breasts. Her features were fuller too. Her lips were plump, her nose was strong, and her gaze was intense. Seraph guessed she was a few inches past five feet tall, a full foot shorter than him. She began to work at the buckle that held her jacket closed, her eyes never leaving his.

"Professor Fat Booty?" Seraph puzzled. He tried to spring awake, to get to his feet, but found his actions sluggish and weak. Something was tranquilizing him. "What did you do to me, Sara? Why is she here?" With effort, he struggled out of bed and got his balance. His mind felt sharp, but his body was weak.

"How adorable," the new woman cut in. "You still let him call you by your first name?"

She finished with her buckle and shrugged her jacket off, revealing a transparent nightie that stopped just below her hips, framing her hourglass figure. She wore barely opaque white panties with a matching bra that her breasts were straining against. She turned her back to him and kissed Sara again, allowing her tongue to drag over Sara's lips slowly.

Seraph was transfixed by her legs and ass for a moment. This woman never missed legs day, and her ass might have been the best that Seraph had ever seen. Two tanned, muscled globes bubbled out from atop her shapely legs. The slinky white panties she wore disappeared between her cheeks before reemerging below them, cradling and showcasing her plump mound. Seraph felt himself start to rise in spite of his apprehension.

"Address me as Mistress Talia, henceforth. I taught your friend Sara all her new tricks."

Talia turned away and bent down slowly, giving Seraph a prolonged view of her ass. She came back up holding one of the red ribbons that had held Sara's panties together and approached the bed. She whispered to the ribbon briefly and ran her fingers along its length. Symbols appeared and disappeared along the length of the ribbon as Talia spoke to it, characters in a language that Seraph could not identify.

She approached him slowly, her predatory stare never wavering, wedges lightly clicking on the floor with each step. With a single motion, she shoved him back onto the bed. She crawled between his legs and took his rising cock in her hand. Seraph tried to scoot away, but only made it a few feet before she gripped his length firmly and fixed him in place with a glance. Once he submitted, she tied the ribbon snugly around the base of his shaft and sack. Talia crawled a little further up the bed, bringing her face a few inches from his cock. She was lying flat, with her ankles crossed in the air behind her, giving Seraph a view of her tanned ass that his fear couldn't keep him from soaking in. The heels of her wedges clicked together as her feet playfully rubbed against one another.

"You're wondering what she did to you? And why she did it?"

"I am." Seraph watched his cock grow and widen, eclipsing much of Talia's pretty face.

"Well, the one who taught me all of my tricks has been gone for some time, and I miss her." Talia placed her tongue at the very base of his cock and began to slowly drag it north.

Despite himself, Seraph groaned in pleasure. He looked to Sara, who was still standing a few steps from the bed. She had been his best friend and his closest confidant for over a decade. What had she done to him? She caught his eye and looked away for a moment before looking back to him. She bit her bottom lip and slipped a hand down her boyshorts. The aggressive hunger that had permeated her eyes earlier was gone, replaced by insecurity and self-doubt. Seraph could see her fingers working as she watched Talia coat his cock with her tongue. A whimper escaped her lips, drawing Talia's attention.

"Oh, my sweet girl. Come, now. I gift wrapped it for you, even." Talia said, thumbing the bow she had tied around Seraph's length. She turned back to Seraph. "How rude of me. She did all the work of breaking you, and here I am enjoying the fruits of her efforts. You're her first, you know?" Talia placed a sweet kiss on his glans. "She came to me crying, saying she would do anything to have you."

Unlike the night prior, Seraph had full control of his faculties. He pulled back as far as Talia's grip on his cock would allow and sat up. "What did you do to her? What did she do to me?" He put his hand on Talia's wrist, stopping her. He was seventy pounds heavier than her, he thought, and even in his weakened state he figured he stood a fair chance of overpowering her.

"I took her the same way she took you, my sweet. Though I imagine it took a bit more coaxing from me to get to the first kiss than it took for Sara. I mean, just look at her." Seraph did just that. He watched as Sara folded one knee over the other and shook a bit. She was getting close. "Come here, I can't have you coming on your own," Talia said, beckoning Sara with a firmer voice than she had earlier. Sara hurriedly came to the bed and lied beside Talia. Her longer, slimmer body was a pale relief to the tanned sexpot beside her.

"For my friend to come back to this plane we need to fill a vessel with the will of both sexes. Sara has yours but I have hers, so we'll need to do some more swapping, you lucky boy," Talia said, starting her tongue on Seraph's cock again. "You get to have us both, and then I'll get to have you both." She pulled away for a moment and slipped her fingers through Sara's long, dark hair. Talia clutched Sara's hair firmly and crushed their mouths together, their tongues slipping visibly around each other for a moment as they pulled apart. "Don't you want that?"

Seraph almost responded affirmatively, but caught himself. "You need me to consent willingly." Not a question.

Talia crept her face close to his cock again, bringing Sara with her. "I do," she purred, lightning behind her dark eyes. "I need your consent to transfer your will, even though it is not presently your own, you clever toy."

Sara's green eyes were full of uncertainty, fear, and apology in stark contrast to the hunger and lust that filled the darker set just beside them. Whatever had been possessing Sara when she took his will was gone now. Seraph's cock stood enormous between their faces, which were fractions of an inch from it. Sara and Talia looked from him back to his cock, their mouths and heads moving around it like a meal they were unsure how to take the first bite of, no longer making any contact. Talia began sliding her hands over Seraph's abs, caressing each ridge of them slowly. Her palms found his V line, where his abs met his obliques, and her fingers began to slowly trace downward, her red nails working slowly towards his length.

"You let Sara go, and I'm in," Seraph said. He was proud of his fortitude.

Talia looked surprised for a moment, but quickly regained her self and slid both hands onto Seraph's cock, one atop the other. He had length to spare, and his glans emerged from atop her double fisted grip. "You consent, and when my friend comes back I'll release Sara's will." She arched an eyebrow in question before smiling seductively. "And I'll let you finish wherever you want." She arched her back a bit, elevating her ass more prominently into Seraph's view.

He swallowed. "And we'll be free? Free for how long?" Seraph looked from Sara to Talia's ass and back again. She worked one thumb over his frenulum while her other hand slowly stroked him.

"I won't have control of your wills after tonight, if you fuck me properly," Talia assured him. "Sara says that you're up for the task, but bear in mind that you'll need to make Sara come hard so I can pull your will out of her and into myself. You'll also have to drink of us, same as you did when she took you. Sara said you enjoyed that part. It's my favorite, too."

Talia took a finger and wiped a fat bead of Seraph's pre from the tip of his cock. She sensually pressed her finger into his mouth, working it in and out a few times, spreading his cream thinly over his tongue. She followed her finger with her lips and kissed Seraph, pinning his cock between them. She writhed against him as her tongue found his, the smooth skin of her thigh sliding against his frenulum and shaft. Her kisses weren't like Sara's. They held no love, only forceful lust. She smiled knowingly and slid back down him, making sure to drag his cock between her breasts as she went.

"How will it work? How do you take someone's will?" Seraph was burning under Talia's hands and her offers, but his mind was clear enough to worry over the details.

"It will work the same way it did for you two earlier. Someone offers, and someone receives." Talia took Sara by the hair and urged her mouth onto Seraph's cock. Sara let out a relieved moan as she took him deeply and slowly, dragging her tongue up the length of him. While Sara worked, Talia continued her seduction. "There are certain material lubricants that help the transfer, and we'll all need to produce our own and mix them together so your will can move from her to me."

"Lubricants?" Seraph couldn't pull his eyes from Sara as she slid her mouth and tongue around him, alternating between using just her tongue and taking him in her throat. His cock swelled against the ribbon Talia had tied around it, restricting the blood flow out of his engorged member. The pressure was becoming dully painful.

Talia jerked Sara's head off Seraph's cock, the sudden movement producing a trail of viscous precum and saliva linking Sara's mouth and his cock. Talia used her free hand to gather as much of the precum and saliva as she could from Seraph's cock and caught a particularly thick rope as it tried to fall from Sara's mouth. Talia pressed Sara back onto his length and smiled at Sara's lust-moan, watching her for a moment before addressing Seraph.

"Lubricant." She showed Seraph her creamed hand. "We have to have enough of you two in me for me to take your will, and enough of me in you two to allow the transfer." She saw in his eyes that Seraph wasn't completely comprehending and simplified for him. She reaffirmed her grip on Sara's hair and began to push her mouth further down his cock. It disappeared slowly into her mouth, Sara at first moaning and then gagging a bit in resistance. "You just do what feels right, and I can take care of the specifics. At the end of all this I will surrender Sara's will, and yours with it. I promise that I will hold neither."

As the words dragged out of Talia's mouth in her smokey cadence she moved behind Sara and began to press her head with her other hand, forcing Seraph's last inches into her throat. Sara's eyes begged a teary plea to Seraph as his cock vanished to the ribbon tied around its base. Talia took one hand from Sara's head and slid it into her boyshorts. She began to work Sara's clit. Sara's eyes began to cloud as pleasure and lack of air took her, and Talia gave one last shove to press her nose to Seraph's stomach. Sara began to squirm and moan under Talia's dominance. She was getting very close.

"I don't know if she can breathe like this, but she can definitely cum," Talia mused, smiling again at Seraph. "Hurry with your decision, pet."

There was more occurring than he knew, and something like guile beneath all Talia's promises. For all that though, Seraph couldn't see another way free. "Fine, I agree. I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name, and you're going to release us both when your friend gets back into town." Talia held Sara's head steady. She cocked her head, as though listening for something left unsaid. "I agree, Mistress Talia," Seraph said acidly.

"A pact, at last," Talia said, pulling Sara free of his cock. Sara took in a deep gasping breath that Talia cut short with another of her crushing kisses. "Behind me," she commanded, releasing Sara's hair as she spoke.

Sara moved behind Talia on the bed and slid Talia's pristine white panties to her ankles. She pressed her mouth to Talia's sex and began tonguing her greedily. She lathered her thoroughly before affixing her mouth to Talia's clit and forcefully sucking and tonguing it. Talia squealed and reached a hand back, fixing Sara's mouth against her sex. Talia turned to Seraph, who was transfixed.

"She broke so easily, you know. She broke for you. Now look how good she is for me."

Once she was slick with Sara's spit, Talia rose off the bed and slowly turned away from Seraph, affording him a view of her newly unclothed ass. His cock raged against the ribbon that constrained it, the glyphs that ran its length beginning to glow softly. She let out low, smoky moans as Sara treated her. The moans were as much for Seraph as for her own pleasure.

"That's enough, sweet girl. Move there," Talia said after a few minutes. She gestured beside the bed, where Sara went there and kneeled.

Talia took the other ribbon from Sara's discarded panties off the ground and brought it close to her lips. She whispered something inaudible to the ribbon and walked slowly to the bed, deliberately swaying her hips to make her ass and thighs jiggle a bit. Her bronze thighs were slicked with her own juices and Sara's love so thoroughly that Seraph could trace a droplet as it slowly descended her leg. She still had her semi-opaque nightie on, and the bra beneath it pressed her full tits together. She straddled him across his navel, too high for their sexes to align, and took his hands. She pinned them over his head, near the headboard, and tied them together with the ribbon she had taken from the ground.

Talia whispered something as she finished tying the second ribbon, and Seraph felt his strength flood back into him. He immediately pulled to free himself from the tiny ribbon that constrained him was stopped as it held fast. It cut into his wrists a bit, but it didn't break. Something a lot more substantial than a ribbon was holding him in place. He strained his whole body, arching his back and elevating Talia with his rising hips. She drank in the spectacle greedily, running her hands over him.

"I like you just like this, for the time being. So it's like this you'll remain," Talia said as she began to slide back down him, allowing his glans to drag along her thinly veiled slit as she passed it over.

Talia opened Seraph's legs and moved to sit on her heels between them, her ass bubbling out beneath her weight. She leaned forward a bit to emphasize her cleavage and the way her ass bubbled as she sat on her heels. A cruel smile bent the edges of her lips up. She palmed some of the moisture from her sex and worked it over Seraph's cock.

"Sara, my toy, would you recount our first encounter. It was a few months ago. Do you remember what we spoke about when you came to my door weeping?" Talia took Seraph in her mouth as Sara spoke. She vigorously worked her fingers over her clit as she slowly slid her tongue along his cock.

"I saw Seraph and Leona together, and I . . . I didn't know how to handle it," Sara admitted.

"It hurt you to see him with your step-sister? I thought you two were just friends." Talia said, turning her head to give Sara a better view of her sucking on Seraph.

"That's what he's thought for years, but I don't want to be his friend."

"What do you want?" Talia moved from between Seraph's legs to mount him, leaving her panties in a small heap as she went. She kept his cock at her entrance and leaned over him, stretching to reach his lips with her own. She brushed her lips over his and teased her slit over his length as she did. The first contact of their naked sexes was electric, and Seraph bucked despite himself, trying to angle himself to get into her. Talia kissed him slowly and theatrically for Sara's benefit, a cruel display of passion.

"I want him to love me back," Sara said.

Seraph saw pain behind her lustful vacant expression, and his lust turned to anger. "I didn't agree to hurt her like this. I want out," he raged. He pulled away from the headboard, straining his arms against the thin ribbon. It held him securely, not so much as fraying or tightening its knot.

Talia's pupils dilated as she continued to drag her entrance over Seraph's cock, readying it with her slickness. She eyed the way Seraph's muscles contracted against his constraints closely, getting pleasure from his futility. The veins on his biceps bulged and his cockhead began to purple with the strain and pressure. Talia wet her lips and teased Sara again.

"When you saw Seraph with your sister, I'm sure you did the decent thing and left immediately?" Talia watched Seraph's face intently, wanting to see his reaction to what she was going to reveal.

"No." Sara answered simply, not wanting to divulge more.

"What did you do, instead?"

"I watched. I stayed and I watched."

"What? Why?" Seraph said, turning his head from Talia's kisses to look at Sara.

"I liked watching you with other women. I don't know why but it turns me on. It hurts me, but I get off on it somehow. I'm really sorry, Seraph." Sara admitted.

"So you like it when he has other women, but it hurts you?" Talia put both hands on Seraph's chest and positioned herself atop his cock as she spoke. "Tell me how it hurts," she said, lowering herself onto him for the first time, her eyes never leaving Sara's crushed expression as she took Seraph into herself.

For the first time Sara disobeyed her. Her mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. Instead, her mouth hung agape and a small sigh of pain and pleasure escaped her. She collapsed into herself, her shoulders slumping and her chin dropping. Her emerald eyes covered with water but she didn't look away.

"Help us, Sarah. Come here," Talia said, her breath shortening. Her stomach began to contract in quick spasms. She was already close, having been immensely charged by Sara's pain and Seraph struggling beneath her.

"Fuck you," Seraph said. "You didn't' have to do this to her." He bucked as hard as he could, slamming his pelvis up into Talia's, trying to dethrone her. He only succeeded in bouncing her atop his cock.

"I know. This is for me," Talia said. She smiled and gasped at Seraph's thrashing, holding firm. Sara got close and Talia grabbed her face, pulling her into a violent kiss just as she started to cum. Sara's tears ran into their kiss and Talia pulled away for a moment to lick them from her lips before pushing her tongue into Sara's mouth again.

"I need you to open me up, Sara. I know where your love wants to cum. He's been looking all night, but he always looks at other women, doesn't he?" Talia taunted.