Submissive Sarah Novels & Stories

In the days that followed, Sarah found herself navigating the treacherous waters of her new life with a sense of grim determination. Passive submission became her only recourse, her spirit broken by the knowledge that resistance would only invite further misery upon her. She understood all too well that fighting Zakariah would only serve to exacerbate her suffering, so she made the difficult decision to adapt to her circumstances and mold herself into the image of the woman he desired.

Master said I would need to give Lisa an orgasm as she'd only had one. The girl, I learned she was Sarah, walked with us on the way to our destination, asking us lots of questions about our slavery and our experiences thus far. We were honest with her and told her all we could. As soon as we arrived at our picnic spot, a natural cold water spring, I put down the blanket again, and gave Lisa her owed orgasm. I'd barely finished with Lisa when Sarah told me to seduce her. Looking at Master, he nodded in approval and told me to make him proud.

Sarah pulled away from the kiss, breathing hard, her lips shiny with spit. She sat up between us on the messy bed, staring at the ceiling like she was trying to talk herself out of something. Then that dark look came back. She looked at both of us, eyes narrowed. “Get on your knees,” she said quietly. “Both of you.” Ethan and I glanced at each other, but we didn’t argue. We slid off the bed and knelt on the carpet in front of her. Sarah stood up slowly, towering over us, completely naked, cum still glistening on her thighs.

Arc replied with a hint of dry sarcasm. Sarah appeared before him, radiant in a bright yellow sundress, her hair tied up in a relaxed, messy bun. Her warm smile and sparkling eyes exuded a cheerful energy, which didn't surprise Arc one bit - he'd grown accustomed to her sunny presence. "You never miss an opportunity to highlight my single status, do you?" He rolled his eyes, "You're well past the era of trying not to be single." With a delighted clap of her hands, Sarah exclaimed, "Ah hah, someone's developed a sense of humor, I see!" Her gaze swept over Arc, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You look good today, Arc."

Isaac said before he walked towards the direction of where the noise that was surely Everest was coming from. “Daddy! Uncle Leslie!” The twins shouted as they ran towards us. I hugged Rebecca while Ruth hugged her father before she kissed his cheek. Always the affectionate elder sister. “Baby.” Sarah said as she placed her hand on her hip while the other on her lips. Sarah was a beautiful alpha, six feet with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a genetic engineer at a huge company as one of their employees and shareholder. Her personality was carefree and lax with a wild personality that balanced Isaac’s gentle nature.

I didn’t flinch. Sarah leaned forward, elbows on the small table between us. She was maybe twenty-eight, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a low ponytail, and always wore red lipstick that looked like fresh blood. People said she’d climbed from reception to marketing in eighteen months because she noticed everything and feared nothing. “I’m not here to snitch,” she said quietly. “But I’m also not blind. You’ve got fingerprints on your neck, faint, but there. And the way you flinch every time the executive elevator dings? That’s not normal intern anxiety.”

The moment she drank it, the marks across her body vanished. By the time Blake staggered drunkenly back into the room, the Sarah he saw was sitting composedly on the edge of the bed. Blake’s face darkened with fury. “Sarah! How dare you disobey my orders!” he yelled. Under the overwhelming presence of an Alpha, Sarah was different this time. Rhett had left a sliver of power inside her, so faint that Blake couldn’t detect it, yet just enough to resist the suppression. Instead of collapsing like before, she slowly stood. She had deliberately chosen a thin gauze dress. Under the moonlight, she looked almost ethereal, like a holy goddess bathed in silver light.

he yells, stumbling up the stairs like a dog chasing meat, already undoing his belt. Sarah giggles, fake and practiced. She knows she’s in for a long flight. They know they can all use her. They've used her before, just like Paula who appears behind her. Red hair, bouncing curls, those overexaggerated tits that move like they’ve got their own zip code. She steps forward with a sway that’s meant to hypnotize.

“I’m not leaving you with her. Not after everything. I’ve wanted you for years. I’m not giving you up because she changed her mind.” Sarah’s expression twisted into something dark and possessive. “If you don’t want to go, then be prepared to watch p**n, little girl.” She kicked off her shoes, ripped her shirt over her head, and shoved her jeans and panties down in one motion. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and glistening like she’d been touching herself the whole drive here. Her full tits bounced free, bigger than Janie’s, nipples already stiff. She pushed me backward until my legs hit the armchair, and I dropped into it.

Thinking about it put more weight on my head. His interest in Sarah was completely unfounded, I mean, what did he like about that haughty woman who was always so stiff? Even during his time as her husband, I was never interested in touching her. I couldn't even imagine her on the bed. I could never imagine fucking her with that expressionless face of hers. I was worried about mine getting wedged in there without being able to come out because it was too tense. Imagining it only added to my stress. I massaged my temples lightly, lowering my gaze to stare down. "But how can someone as submissive as her just turn away from me and obey Ethan? What has happened? What did Ethan do to her?" Althoug