Chapter-Forty Nine: What Passes as Downtime.
Sara took some time to reflect over the past couple of days. Moira running for Mayor most certainly threw her for a loop, and Sara really didn't know how to deal with it. It was just a thing which was happening, and Sara guessed they were going to have to deal with the consequences of what happened.
People had been really concerned. Sara had been on pins and needles for other reasons, beyond Moira running for Mayor. One of the biggest reasons had to do with the Court of Owls and the fact Slade was picking them off like no one's business. Slade was just an inch away from Sara's grasp, she could feel it.
Sara remaindered herself about the obsession she felt towards him. Slade was better left buried out at sea, but he rose back from the depths. How?
'Guess, he survived so long on Lian Yu, obviously, he can survive what you did to him,' Sara thought a few seconds later. She frowned deeply. 'You're out there somewhere, and one day, I'll find you.'
The Court only passed Sara's mind as the least of her problems. Moira running for Mayor throwing her for a loop also was something could deal with. And a greedy board of directors who wanted answers yesterday, Sara could handle them as well.
One of the biggest problems had to do with the fact Slade was out there, and he planned something. Sara remembered Slade's promise, how he would go after the people she cared about once. Sara didn't doubt Slade was a man of his word.
"There you are."
Sara had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn't see Isobel make her way around the corner. She turned to face the woman.
"I know you've been busy, worrying about your sister," Isabel said. "How, is she feeling by the way?"
Sara had been taken aback for a moment of Isabel making a genuine inquiry. Isabel had been acting a bit more cordial to Sara as of late, and Sara only could even begin to guess why this might be the case.
"Laurel's coming home tomorrow," Sara said. "She's not the best, but she's better off than a lot of people."
Isabel answered with a nod. She had been keeping tabs on the situation of Central City because it affected some of her potential business interests. And when it affected her bottom line, Isabel had to really step up and do what was necessary to ensure her business had been salvaged.
"We do have something we need to discuss," Isabel said. "And I need you to tell me straight up what's going on here if you knew about this."
"Well, tell me what you want to know."
Sara's tone had been a bit sharp. Isabel drew in a deep breath, nodding in response. "Moira Queen is running for Mayor of Starling City."
The two women looked at each other for a very long moment. Sara knew what Isabel was driving at; somehow she seemed to think Sara knew about Moira's candidacy before she announced it.
"I didn't know anything about it," Sara said. "Well, at least until she announced it. I was rather confused about why she would do it, but…maybe she wants to change what she did for the better."
Isabel's skeptical comment had been held in. She returned to face Sara with a sharp eye.
"I want to know where you stand regarding Moira's candidacy," Isabel said. "You're not going to support her, are you?"
"You know the policy of Queen Industries is to never take a public stance on politics," Sara said.
Isabel applauded Sara for giving the very politically correct answer. The type of answer which sounded very good at a press conference. While it might work for board members and investors, and the press to receive such a fluffy, lifeless answer, Isabel was someone who knew the game all too well. She approached Sara, leaning closer to her.
"And what of you doing so privately?" Isabel asked.
"Don't you think I have enough on my plate without worrying about politics," Sara said. "I think it's up to the people in Starling City to think whether or not Moira can do something to fix the city."
Sara decided not to bring up the point Moira didn't really need her support.
"I have to admit, it's almost inspiring she's pulled herself up in a couple of months from the top to the bottom," Isabel said. "She's never really been on the bottom….but women like us, we know all about crawling up through adversity."
Sara only just nodded. There was no real way she could answer this particular question from Isabel. She knew what it was like to be on the bottom, and after that one night on the island, Sara felt like she had hit bottom before she had been picked up by the League.
The woman closed her eyes a second later.
"I'm just glad you have business on your mind first and foremost, and won't worry about dealing with politics," Isabel said. "We've done a lot of work pulling Queen Industries out of the hole it's been in."
Sara wasn't going to argue about this point. They did put in a lot of work. One thing she was sure about Isabel was, despite her cold-hearted demeanor, she took business very seriously. There was an agenda there, but Sara doubted very much she went into any particular situation to fail.
'And neither do I.'
"So, I asked you out for dinner one time, and you turned me down," Isabel said. "I wonder if you had a change of heart."
Sara figured she would make an attempt to ask her out again. She looked in Isabel's eyes and answered with a very swift nod.
It might be a way to trap her and to gain information. And Sara learned of many ways to get information. Isabel wanted to play this game, fine, Sara could play it just as well.
"Sure, it might be interesting," Sara said.
"Great, we can discuss business, and maybe get to know each other a bit better," Isabel said. "The boardroom isn't a good place to get to know someone."
Isabel now had made her move. Now it was time to move in for the kill. Finally, after months of slowly integrating herself in for the kill.
Dinah Laurel Lance made her way up the steps to the clocktower. She moved around a bit gingerly, but other than the fact she moved around gingerly, she was fine. Other than the fact she couldn't really speak right now. Every time she tried, there was a stabbing pain in her throat. It was very awful and Laurel did not know whether or not she would speak again.
The doctors operated on her throat twice while she was in Central, but they could find nothing out of the ordinary wrong. Laurel figured, perhaps she was wrong, but it was almost like there was something stuck in her throat. Yet, it was unable to be found by common medical procedures.
Felicity had been at work on the computer. Cass had been sitting nearby. She looked up and smiled when inviting Laurel inside. She bounced up to her feet and gave Laurel a hug which the older girl returned. The two of them parted ways.
"Hey, Laurel," Felicity said.
Laurel smiled and moved over towards Felicity to shake her hand.
"They couldn't find what's wrong with your throat, could they?" Felicity asked.
Laurel answered by shaking her head. The remorseful look on the woman's face showed Felicity how much she regretted losing the ability to speak.
"I'm sure they'll find something," Felicity said. "Iris is still in a coma, and she's been moved to STAR Labs. According to Barbara, who heard it from her father, Detective West put up a bit of a fight, but understood Harrison Wells and his staff are the best people to take care of Iris right now."
Laurel sank down on the chair next to Felicity a few seconds later, and breathed in deeply, before breathing out. She looked very much out of it, and it was very alarming to see her like she was.
"I swear between the two of you, I'm going to have to talk enough for three people," Felicity said.
Two sets of eyes, both from Cassandra and Laurel found their way towards Felicity and stared her down. Felicity threw her hands back.
"Too soon, it's much too soon, isn't it?"
"Way, too soon," Cassandra said.
Felicity thought she should be used to getting the taste in her mouth. Laurel reached in and put a hand on Felicity's shoulder to squeeze in reassuringly as if trying to tell her missteps in speech were part of her charm.
Laurel looked back and forth, looking at the case where Sara's uniform was. She looked towards Felicity and then back to the case, before gesturing around the Clocktower.
"She wants to know where Sara is," Cassandra said.
"Oh, Sara, well, she's out on a date with Isabel Rochev, yeah, that Isabel Rochev," Felicity said. "I didn't think the Ice Queen would be the type, but she seems to be acting a lot more tolerable, at least to Sara. Which, if she was a guy, people would be accusing her of trying to get into Sara's panties. Not, she couldn't be trying to get into Sara's panties, she doesn't have to be a guy to want to get in Sara's panties, but…"
Cassandra picked up a donut and stuffed it in Felicity's mouth. Felicity almost gagged when the donut stopped her from talking. She let it fall out of her mouth. Cream splattered all her over upper lip and nose from where Cassandra hit it in her.
Laurel threw her head back with a silent round of laughter. She started to cough, paying dearly for any laughter. Cassandra moved in to pick up a glass of water and hand it to Laurel, who took it. Laurel gulped down the water, rather gratefully in the process.
"Still trouble?" Cass asked. "Hang in there."
The woman's frustration bubbled over despite Cass's words of encouragement. And given how she barely had any words to spare, in the best of times, words of encouragement from Cassandra Cain were very interesting.
"Do you think it could be a mental block somehow?" Felicity asked.
"Maybe," Cass said.
Laurel shook her head; she doubted very much it could be a mental block. Something was causing her to be unable to speak, but whatever it was, it wasn't physical. Laurel pointed over her shoulder back to the case, and back to Felicity. She took a drink of water.
"Oh, we were getting off of the subject with Sara," Felicity said. "The point is, after Isabel had been working over her for months, Sara accepted the date. And I don't like this…and no, I'm not spying. I'm really not trying to spy on the date."
Laurel raised her eyebrow and looked Felicity dead on in the eye. Felicity wilted a slight amount, sighing in response.
"I'm not spying on the date because it's very hard to get a fix on Sara because she's an awesome ninja type person, who can't really be tracked, "Felicity said. "But, I'm sure if she's in any danger…well she won't be, because what can Isabel do to harm her?"
Cass gave Felicity one of the worst sidelong looks ever. It plainly told the blonde not to underestimate her.
The elevator on the Clocktower opened up and Barbara moved in. The first thing she saw Felicity with white cream on her nose and lip.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Barbara asked.
"No, you never come at a bad time," Felicity said. "Um….you know, that sounded a lot cleaner in my head."
"I was going to let it slide," Barbara said. "And you've got a little something….."
Barbara moved over and slipped her finger into the frosting on Felicity's upper lip. She popped it into her mouth and sucked the frosting off. Felicity gave an involuntary shudder at Barbara's actions.
"Cassandra just stuffed a donut in my face, I swear," Felicity said.
Barbara figured as much, but could not resist giving Felicity a smile.
"Okay, fine, I wasn't questioning what goes on in this Clocktower when I'm not here," Barbara said. "You really should be resting."
Laurel pulled out her cell phone and texted Barbara despite the fact she had been standing about three feet away at the time.
"Right, you've been resting for about three months, and had two throat operations," Barbara said. "I get your point, but you're not going to go out on the field. You look like a wreck."
Laurel texted a short, but irritable "gee, Thanks" at Barbara, with an emoticon with its tongue sticking out.
"So, where's Sara?" Barbara asked.
"She's out on a date with Isabel Rochev," Felicity said. "Yeah, I know, shocking, but….I think Sara finally is curious enough to see what she wants."
Barbara wasn't going to doubt Sara went in with a plan regarding Isabel, but it made her worry. Given what they believed Isabel to be working with, Barbara kind of wished she had been hanging close to there, just in case.
'Still, if I know Sara, she has back up.'
Isabel finally letting her hair down, in the figurative and literal sense, and relaxing for a nice dinner threw Sara off a little bit. She relaxed, just a tiny bit, but as always, a true warrior kept one eye opening.
"I have to admit, you surprised me," Isabel said. "Oliver Queen has a lot of girlfriends, and I doubt many of them have the business savvy you do."
"Well, I've had to learn, if I wanted to keep this company afloat," Sara said. "The three of us, and I'm including Doctor Starr in this as well…..we've done some great things."
The two of them poured drinks with each other.
"Queen Industries is a passion of yours," Isabel said. "Just like it is mine...I was very close to Robert Queen when he was alive. His passing was a tragedy….the world lost a great visionary. Maybe the world would have been a lot better place if he survived."
Sara answered with a polite nod, as a bottle of wine had been delivered to the table by a waitress with dark hair. The waitress turned around and left.
"Compliments of the staff," Sara said. "Well, isn't that something?"
"Yes," Isabel said.
Sara's phone rang, and she looked towards Isabel. Isabel waved her off.
"It happens, when you run a company, you're on the clock twenty-four-seven," Isabel said. "I'll be here when you get back."
"Thanks."
Isabel watched Sara move to the bathroom. She had been waiting for this opportunity all night. Isabel reached into her purse and slipped out a small bottle. She dropped two white tablets into Sara's glass of wine which dissolved in an instant.
The woman waited very patiently for Sara to return to the meal. A few seconds passed when the doors opened up and Sara returned to their private table. Isabel slid the glass of wine right in front of her.
"I'm guessing it wasn't anything too truthfully important, was it?" Isabel asked.
"Nothing that couldn't have waited until the board meeting tomorrow," Sara said.
"Oh, I feel your pain," Isabel said. "Why don't you have a drink?"
Sara took the drink in hand and held up the glass of wine in her hand. Isabel held up the glass of wine as well and they both held it up.
"So, here's to business, and forging alliances, both present, and future," Isabel said.
The two of them clinked the glasses of wine together. Sara took a couple of drinks of the wine and then put the glass down on the table. Her eyes drooped shut for a few seconds, barely able to keep her head above the water.
A devious smile spread over Isabel's face as she took a long drink of the wine. She smiled having finally trapped Sara.
"Here's to…."
Isabel's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fell back, sliding to the ground in one fell motion. Sara's eyes opened wide and alert with a very obvious smile on her face. She made sure the curtain had been secured in her private area before walking over to the downed form of Isabel Rochev.
"It worked like a charm," Sara said.
The waitress who served Sara and Isabel the wine slipped in to join them.
"Of course it would, beloved."
Nyssa knew tonight would be the night where Isabel would try something. She couldn't get the company away to Sara, so she attempted to try another tactic. The plan would have worked if Sara and Nyssa hadn't been a couple of steps ahead of their enemy.
"So, we need to get her out of here?"
The fire alarm in the restaurant went off, answering Sara's unasked question about how they really intended to get Isabel out of this place. Both Nyssa and Sara scooped up the woman and made their way to the back exit to the alleyway while everything had been blocked.
They moved off into the shadows before anyone saw anything out of the ordinary. Sara knew the press would have a field day of one of the majority owners of Queen's Industry kidnapping another majority owner of Queen Industries.
Nyssa smiled in triumph. She knew the sneaky bitch would try something, and they have her.
Isabel's eyes flickered open in a bedroom surrounded by candles. She found herself secured to the center of a bed. Arms and legs had been hooked to the bed. Isabel tried to break out of the bed, only to have her snapped back and fall onto the bed.
"Let me out of her."
Isabel heard her own slurred speech to realize something wrong happened. The woman's eyes shifted around the dimly lit room.
'I didn't drug her, and I didn't take her back to Slade. Damn it, it's….it's her, isn't it?'
"I'm sure you understand you're in a very delicate position now, Ms. Rochev. And your cooperation may be the deciding factor of whether or not you leave this bed intact."
Isabel looked up just in time to see the face of the Daughter of the Demon, Nyssa al Ghul. Nyssa walked over towards Isabel.
"I saw you drink the tainted wine," Isabel said. "I know you're there….hiding behind her…."
"I don't need to hide behind Nyssa," Sara said. "I will stand beside her, however."
Isabel realized her plan to drug Sara didn't go as intended. In fact, one could say the plan to drug her became very much unraveled. She tried to lift a hand off of the bed and it snapped down.
"When I was in the bathroom, taking a call, I took an antidote," Sara said. "It's very rare but very useful. It helps make a person immune to most drugs for at least forty-eight hours."
'Damn it,' the woman swore.
"It seems to me you wish you would have had such an antidote on hand," Nyssa said.
Isabel's mind cleared, and she noticed for the first time, Nyssa and Sara stripped the woman to her bra and panties. And likely also removed all of the concealed weapons she had for her person.
"Here's the deal," Sara said. "You're a broken woman. And you've been a very bad girl…..trying to drug me like that. I thought we made progress."
The mocking tone in Sara's voice caused Isabel to look up at her.
"You don't deserve the company," Isabel said. "Robert and I were supposed to run away together, but he got cold feet at the last minute. It was all because of Thea, that bi….."
Sara slapped Isabel across the mouth as hard as possible which caused her to cringe.
"I don't like it when you insult my friends," Sara coldly said.
"She isn't Robert's anyway, Moira wasn't faithful to him, not as faithful as I could be," Isabel said. "He ripped my heart out and stomped on it, and the strange part is…he knew….he knew Thea was Malcolm Merlyn's bastard spawn and….he still ran back to her when she broke her arm anyway."
Isabel shuddered, and Sara leaned closer towards her.
"You latched onto Robert, you latched onto Slade because you aren't as independent as you liked to me," Sara said. "You know what I think? You're not a powerful woman. You're a lost little girl who needs a firm hand to keep them in line."
Sara ran her finger down Isabel's cheek and slowly moved closer down.
"And now, you tried to drug me, you tried to betray me," Sara said. "I bet you wanted to bring me before Slade…and you're going to tell me where that bastard is right now."
"Go fuck yourself."
Sara slipped a finger down Isabel's panties. The touch was only fleeting. Isabel realized what Sara was trying to do, she was trying to break her, and she refused to let it happen.
"Stop it, you sick bitch, I don't want this!" Isabel yelled.
Nyssa looked at the wet spot on Isabel's panties and scoffed.
"And yet, you do," Nyssa said. "The heart rate, the breathing, the look of lust in your eyes, the obvious signs of arousal…..I bet you wanted Sara because it was the closest you would ever get to the Queens again."
"Shut up you…."
Isabel's body betrayed her. Sara's finger worked her magic, and then, right when Isabel reached her peak, Sara pulled out, denying her pleasure.
"You'll never finish if you don't tell me where Slade is," Sara said.
"Go to fucking hell!" Isabel yelled.
Her body begged for release, but somehow, her will reinforced.
"Have it your way," Sara said. "So, beloved….it's been a long night, hasn't it?"
Nyssa smiled and made sure Isabel's eyes were on them, when she latched lips with Sara, kissing her hard and on the lips. Sara returned the kiss without any problem.
Isabel breathed heavily, not wanting to be turned on by this shameless display right next to her. Her body demanded release, but given Sara and Nyssa strapped her to the bed, there was really no way to receive it.
"And now, let me show you how good you would feel, if only you behaved."
The two women leaned into each other for a kiss. Sara worked off the bottom of Nyssa's attire and pulled her tight leather pants down to expose her pussy for the world. The skilled warrior showed her fingers were good for something other than weapons while running her fingers down Nyssa's pussy lips.
"Why don't we show her what it looks like when a woman is allowed to finish?"
"Good suggestion," Nyssa said.
Sara slipped one finger inside of Nyssa. The warmth of her body surrounding Sara's finger made her feel really good. She smiled when looking at the look of lust burning in Nyssa's eyes. Sara pushed a finger deep inside Nyssa and almost slid it out of her all of the way.
The Daughter of the Demon enjoyed the pleasure spreading through her body. The pleasure doubled even when Sara added a second finger. She leaned in to make sure Isabel saw the look of pleasure cascading over her face. The woman had a full view of how good Sara made Nyssa feel.
Isabel's breathing increased the more she watched Nyssa's face size up with pleasure due to Sara working her fingers deep inside of her.
"We should kick things up another notch," Nyssa managed through ragged breaths.
"Great idea."
Sara shifted her position where she now kneeled between Nyssa. Her mouth came inches away from Nyssa's pussy lips and came down to between her legs. Nyssa put her hands on the back of Sara's head and guided her face between her thighs.
"Yes," Nyssa moaned. "It feels so good to be rewarded."
Isabel shifted, giving an angry glare. She tried to rub her thighs together. The position she had been put in made any kind of relief basically impossible. Which she felt was by design. Isabel cursed the lack of pleasure and cursed the two of them.
Sara went down on Nyssa's moist womanhood. The two of them established a familiar pattern with each other. This time though, Sara increased the frequency of what he was doing.
Nyssa's moans escalated every moment. She took painstaking efforts not to hold back, to ensure Isabel watched every moment of the assassin's approaching orgasm. Sara's travels between her moist thighs resulted in Nyssa's body singing with more pleasure than she could ever release.
"YES!"
Sara ate her beloved to a very intense orgasm which left her body quivering. The blonde archer slowly licked the outside of Nyssa's lips to taste the juices from her.
She captured Nyssa's lips one more time and gave them a parting kiss. The moment Sara's lips coated on Nyssa's she turned around and moved closer towards Isabel.
Isabel's heart raced. No matter how much she convinced herself mentally this encounter was not what she wanted, the fact was her body betrayed her at the worst possible times. Sara moved closer towards Isabel and gave her an aggressive kiss.
It showed Sara controlled what pleasure Isabel received tonight. And it showed that Sara could snatch the pleasure away.
The businesswoman's body squirmed underneath Sara. Sara used her tongue to invade Isabel's mouth and also gave her a taste of the results of Nyssa's orgasm.
Sara pulled back, switching the play, and running down her body. Once again, Sara's fingers slipped between Isabel's legs and pumped her fluidly.
Nyssa, seeing how Sara's womanhood was neglected for attention, decided to do something like it. She worked Sara's thighs apart. She slowly buried her face between Sara's cheeks and gave her asshole a teasing lick, before moving down and tonguing her pussy.
Sara's eyes blazed forward with a moan. She quickened the pace and then slowed down. Isabel's hormones were taken on an emotional roller roaster ride. Sara pulled almost completely out of Isabel and plunged back into her with one fluid motion.
"How about now?" Sara asked. "Are you ready to succumb?"
"No….I'll never tell you….."
Sara ripped her finger from Isabel and left her hanging one more time. She leaned back, looking over her shoulder. Nyssa was very busy in getting her pussy very wet for the next round of pleasure.
The next round involved, Sara being rolled over onto the bed. Nyssa climbed on top of Sara and mounted her hips. The two of them joined together hip to hip, loins rubbing together, and the friction started to build between them.
Sara leaned up and played with Nyssa's nipples. They hardened underneath her grip. Sara leaned up and showed her oral talents also extended north. Nyssa appreciated the attention being given to her right nipple, and then to her left nipple as well.
Isabel watched the pleasure increased. Their pussies ground together, and it made her panty clad pussy burn with desire.
'Those bitches,' Isabel thought furiously.
Nyssa and Sara swapped spit and other bodily fluids. The two of them caressed each other's bodies, trying to bring the other to full pleasure. Nyssa wrapped a leg around Sara and slowly drew her in. Sara responded by lifting up her hips in response. The two of them worked together with each other.
Sara came hard when Nyssa tapped one of her pleasure points. Her finger stuck her nerve endings and made Sara's body size up. Not one to leave a favor unreturned, Sara's fingers moved towards Nyssa and took control of her clit.
Nyssa rode Sara like there was no tomorrow. The pleasure spreading through her body from her clit onwards shook Nyssa. Their pussies connected together by the strands of sexual fluids. Both of them grew more excited.
Isabel chewed on her tongue. No matter what, she would not beg for the pleasure. Still, her body betrayed her one more time, and her eyes closed shut. The dark-haired beauty envisioned Sara bending her over a desk at Queen Industries and plowing her ass with a large dildo before the meeting.
She shook herself awake. Her pussy throbbed, needing release at once.
Nyssa and Sara came away from each other. Sara stood up on the bed and made sure to walk over so she stood over Isabel's face. A few strands of womanly juices dropped from Sara's pussy before they broke off and just missed landing in Isobel's mouth.
Sara's cum stuck to Isabel's face. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily.
"Want to talk to us now, honey?" Sara asked. "Are you too proud to give in?"
Isabel opened up her mouth. Sara bent down to close her lips.
"Don't tell us yet," Sara said. "I want you to see one more thing."
Nyssa slowly lubed up a strap-on and handed it over to Sara. The beautiful woman lay down next to Isabel. The woman's dark thighs spread apart and showed Sara all she had to work with.
Isabel watched as Sara crouched over the top of Nyssa. The dildo pushed against Nyssa's opening and came inches away from penetrating her. Isabel closed her eyes to try and avoid looking at the display.
Sara teased Nyssa as much as she could, before pushing into her depths. The warm pussy stretched around the throbbing hard rod. Sara held back onto Nyssa and plunged into her. A couple of thrusts followed with Sara speeding up her thrusts, burying herself further inside Nyssa's tight, gripping pussy.
"Fuck," Nyssa said. "I need more."
Not wanting to let her beloved down, Sara delved deeper into her. Every fourth or fifth time Sara plunged into Nyssa's depths, she snuck a look towards Isabel. The woman's torment just increased, just as Sara wanted it to. She reared back and plunged into her.
Isabel groaned and thrashed on the bed. Her release having been denied and forced to watch Sara do to Nyssa al Ghul the things she wanted to be done to her.
'You get what you deserve,' Sara responded, a wicked grin flowing over her face.
Isabel's arms twitched. No matter what, she could not break free, and most certainly, she could not allow any release. The woman imagined in the spot of Nyssa. Sara was as firm and as loving as she needed to be at every single given time. The blonde haired vixen pushed deeper into her body and rode her pussy hard and fast.
Every single push inside of her body made Nyssa's body feel like it was going to size up with so much pleasure. The fact they were doing this to slowly bend Isabel's mind to make her more useful got her more excited than ever before. Sara pushed her fingers around Nyssa's nipple and squeezed it.
Sara wanted to ride Nyssa out through the most amazing orgasm possible. Every thrust, every push, it made her feel the orgasm spreading through her loins. Nyssa grabbed onto the bed. A hand lightly brushed against Isabel's thigh for a moment but didn't come close to pleasing her.
Deep down, Isabel knew what they were doing to her, and she let it happen. Her pussy sang for release, and it drove Isabel even more to the brink she had been denied this many times.
The scene grew even more intense off to the side. Sara picked up the pace and pumped Nyssa's depths rather deep. She felt her womanhood clench around her prick, and it made Sara feel really good at the time. Her juices had been collected at the base of the toy.
'Thanks, Starrwave.'
Sara gave Nyssa a few more pumps, brought her another orgasm, which proved to be a harbinger of Sara's own orgasm. She grabbed Nyssa's hips and pumped deep inside of her moist, clenching cunt. Sara rode out Nyssa all the way to the end.
"One more round?"
After the fact, Sara slipped her panties back on and turned towards Isabel, making sure the woman gazed upon Sara's cum and sweat soaked face. The woman looked positively shaken and her hips twitched when left on the bed. Frustration mounted, and all Sara had to do was wait for the right moment.
"Fine, Fine, FINE!" Isabel yelled. "I'll talk!"
She had been broken by the obscene display by her, and how much it turned her on. Her breathing grew extremely heavy when looking at them.
"You will?" Sara asked.
"Yes, I'll tell you everything I know about Slade's plans," Isabel said.
"Tell me," Sara breathed. "What you know?"
Sara straddled Isabel's hips. The dripping coming from Sara from her panties and the warmth of her crotch just a centimeter away from hers made Isabel crave getting any small amount of pleasure. Deep down, Isabel knew she didn't deserve it. A desire to please Sara bloomed within Isabel.
She would sell out anyone to be allowed to finally finish.
Nyssa rolled over and smiled, sore, sticky, and extremely satisfied.
"I'm listening."
Isabel's icy demeanor melting and showing she craved human interaction just as much as the next person excited Nyssa beyond all measure.
To Be Continued May 19th, 2017.
So, this chapter, well Isabel got outsmarted by Nyssa and Sara and slowly broken really was the main point of this one. Isabel's not technically in Sara's collective of women, and she really was just forced to watch Nyssa and Sara for the majority of that sex scene. So that technically that scene Nyssa and Sara, with Isobel forcing to watch as her resolve slowly break. While occasionally being teased and denied. And it makes sense for Sara to weaponize sex to use against her enemies.
It's very likely she'll be kept as a pet. Not sure how often she's going to show up in the main story, but Thea making Isabel her personal bitch in a side lemon is oddly appealing for obvious reasons.
Until Friday.
