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Lima Heights Bitch	By : ToughLove Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9620 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Santana Lopez skipped excitedly home on the first day of senior year at McKingley High, her Cheerio outfit swinging around her. All summer she’d been struggling with her feelings for Brittany, but finally she’d come up with a solution.
Entering her three storey, Lima-Height adjacent mansion home, Santana let out a typically imperious scream. “Is my package here!”
Her father let out a replying bellow. “The crate is in your bedroom.”
“Thanks pa.” Santana hurried up the sweeping staircase that led up to her room and raced inside, locking the door behind her. The sleekly-muscled Latina quickly stripped, revealing her lithe, tanned body. Next she approached the crate, both sets of lips moistening with anticipation. God, she’d wanted this for so long. Her family had been one of the most influential in the Watchers Council for centuries now, the one sent over on the Mayflower to expand their holdings into the New World. And now, that influence had enabled her to get the Council’s most notorious rebel delivered to her for her exclusive use. After all, after years in the Council jail, the new Mass Calling meant the Council no longer had any need or use for failed Slayers.
Forget Brittany, she had Faith Lehane. And if the video and photos she’d seen came even close to the reality, her pretty little toy was going to give her the night of her life.
Santana picked the crowbar off the top of the crate and eagerly set to opening it. A lithe, yet full-breasted figure lunged out of the crate the moment the box’s lid hit the ground only to fall screaming to the ground when Santana clicked her fingers. “That collar around your neck has been set to my DNA,” the McKingley High queen bitch smirked. “Disobey or displease and you’ll get pain.” The low-class slut let out a growl and tried to lunge across the floor at her only to scream and convulse as pain enveloped her. “Try and attack me, and the pain will get worse. Every time you disobey or displease me, the pain will get worse.” Santana felt her excitement growing, god she’d always wanted to indulge her outer bitch as a dom, and now she got this super-powered piece of gorgeous ass to order, use, and humiliate as she wished. “Now stand up with your hands on your hips.”
The older brunette rose, a glare on her face. Santana’s hand crashed against the Bostonian babe’s cheek, knocking her head to the side. “You’re enjoying this, so I wanna see a smile on those pretty lips.” Santana smirked as the Bostonian obeyed, full, curved lips reluctantly re-arranging themselves into an alluring smile. “Oh yeah,” the wealthy Latina leaned into her girl, hands resting on the east coast native’s bare shoulders and pressed her warm lips against hers, wet tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The Slayer was at first stiffly responsive, but then melted into her kiss, pushing her own tongue back against her.
Santana pulled away with a giggle, her dark eyes hungrily inspecting her new girl-friend. The Slayer was about her height, and completely naked apart from the silver collar around her neck and matching ankle and wrist bracelets, and waist chain fastened around her trim midsection and through her belly button, all the jewellery painstakingly enscrolled by the Council mages to ensure pain engulfed the Slayer should her owner wish it.
“Just call me Miss Lopez young lady.” Santana reached up and ever so gently ran her hand down the beauty’s face, other hand tousling her mane. The Slayer had thick black hair that cascaded down to her mid-back, limpid black eyes, full curved lips, and high cheeks. But as pretty as her face was, it paled in comparison to the centrefold body. Square, perfectly postured shoulders, full, round high tits with pencil eraser nipples, a perfectly flat midsection that was the product of thousands of belly crunches, an ass so round and pert you could bounce a quarter off it, thick pink nether lips that were alluringly bald and a cute little pleasure button just above it, and long muscular legs that wouldn’t have looked out of place on an Olympian sprinter. Santana prided herself in being in shape, but this girl’s long legs, muscled arms and shoulders, and cobbled midsection where a whole other league.
“Now,” Santana picked up a belt and bent it double, excitement growing as she stared at the Slayer’s perfect alabaster butt, “I have the collar and your jewellery to instill discipline, but I’m an old-fashioned girl and believe in old fashioned discipline.” Faith’s dark eyes glowered at her as the giggling cheerleader reached behind the naked beauty and slapped her pert ass. “So get up on the bed on your hands and knees, there’s a good girl!”
Faith leapt up onto the four postered bed with an agility and grace that not even Santana could match. Not that the pampered Latina minded, she was too busy admiring the way the Slayer’s lithe arm and leg muscles stood out, the curve of her upward jutting ass, and the way her dangling tits teardropped and swayed gently in the slight breeze, the wind making the naked Slayer’s flesh pimple ever so slightly.
But, Santana ran her hand over the beauty’s bare ass, enjoying the Slayer’s ever so slight tremble, as perfect as she looked, it wasn’t just so. After pulling on a silken black robe and fastening it around her waist, Santana strode over to the window and opened the blinds so anyone passing behind their house had a chance of getting a free show. Then she turned to her passively waiting girl. “I want to hear you ask to be punished.”
“Please punish me,” Faith muttered, a heat rising in her high cheeks.
“No,” Santana gently stroked the Slayer’s perfect ass, her tongue dancing over her lips. Oh she was going to be spending a lot of time playing with this ass, and enjoying the girl’s humiliation. The Slayer started, nubile body twisting when Santana jammed a pair of fingers between her legs, playing with her pussy. “I want to believe it.”
“Please, please,” Faith panted, an unwilling excitement growing in the naked beauty’s eyes, the little bitch wanted it, she just had to be forced to admit it, “whip my naked ass, please, please.”
Santana gave the beauty’s pale ass a quick rub before stepping up behind it and taking a photo of her perfect nudity. “Guess whose going to be my phone wallpaper now, Faith.”
The Slayer looked over her shoulder, a forced smile on her face as she fluttered her long eyelashes uncertainly. “Thank you, Miss Lopez.”
Santana smiled, savouring the moment as the sun blazed down on the naked beauty, bathing her in an orange glow. The Slayer squirmed as Santana reached under and began teasingly tugging at each of her dangling tits in turn. “Oh look,” Santana purred as the older brunette began wriggling and writhing, “I’m milking your udders.”
Faith’s hips bucked as sweat dripped off her nude frame. Santana smiled as she released her grip and picked up the leather belt. “I want you to look over your shoulder and watch the belt, there’s a good girl.” Faith silently obeyed, dark eyes alluringly fixated on her bare, upturned behind. “Good girl.” Carrot and the stick when training, Santana theorised as she swung the thick, wide leather belt. Although that was all theory to this point, Santana was looking forward to putting it into practice.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Ahhhh!” Faith screamed as the belt cracked into the Slayer’s naked buttocks, the rounded flesh jiggling and bouncing.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! “Ohhhh! Eeeeee!” Faith’s previously pale behind began to redden and welt, giving it a crimson glow.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! This time, rather than lashing her dead-centre, Santana aimed for the underside, licking her lips as every blow sent the sexy ass bouncing up, sweat flying off it after every lash.
Santana wiped the sweat from her forehead, her arousal growing with every strike as her eyes remained hypnotically stuck on the rounded butt that now completely belonged to her. “This is for your own good Faith,” Santana lectured as she lifted the belt over her shoulder and brought it down hard on the Slayer’s left cheek, eyes fixed on the jiggling cheek as the rough-surfaced belt dug deep into her plaything’s delectable derriere. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “And don’t you forget it missy!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Santana’s turned her attention to the Slayer’s right cheek, the muscled bun bouncing after every strike. “Besides you want it don’t you, you dirty little bitch? Don’t you!”
“Yes! Yes!” Faith nodded, the excited moisture dripping on her cunny confirming to Santana’s gaze that her dirty girl really wanted her punishment.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Once again the belt hit the underside of the Slayer’s buns, forcing them to rise and fall as the Bostonian’s rounded buns reddened and welted under the cheerleader’s enthused onslaught. Faith gritted her teeth, sweat dripping down her shaking body as she meekly took her punishment, upturned ass staying pushed up to continue taking her whipping. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Santana Lopez licked her lips as she stared hungrily at the glowing rear, the cheerleader’s long legs spread apart as drool dripped from her excited cunt. God what she wouldn’t do to have her hands on this slut’s tiny waist and be pounding her strap-on in and out of her beautiful behind. But that wasn’t on the agenda today. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The sultry Slayer’s back arched, every sensual muscle standing out in bold relief as the Latina mistress beat out a tattoo on her perfect posterior, laying the blows hard across both cheeks, the cheeks flattening after every blow’s flattening then bouncing pugnaciously back out to their usual pert shape.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Exerted sweat glowed on the cheerleader’s forehead as her vigorous blows striped her fellow brunette’s ass, the older beauty squirming and whimpering with every buttock bounce.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! “Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!” The sultry Slayer squealed as Santana concentrated her fire solely on the Slayer’s left buttock, every welting lash cutting deep into the rounded flesh. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Ohhhh!” Faith jiggled and bounced alluringly as Santana’s every lash cut deep into her right buttock, the Slayer’s muffled squeals lost under the echo of her belt’s crack.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The belt’s crack sounded like a shotgun firing as Santana blistered the nude Slayer, pained sweat flowing off her shaking frame. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The Slayer’s dark eyes bulged, rounded chest heaving for air as the cheerleader alternated between buttocks, laughing as each buttock bounced individually only to be followed immediately by the other. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Santana returned to laying the belt across both cheeks, laying in the blows with a marksman’s accuracy, the Slayer’s burning behind twitching wildly after every blow, further welts springing to life on top of those already there. And then Santana’s hand was in the Slayer’s thick, glossy mane yanking her head back. “Are you ready to be a good girl?” she demanded. “Have you learnt your lesson?”
“Yes,” Faith sobbed, her hands reaching behind to gingerly wipe at her glowing rear, “I’ll be a good girl.”
“Good,” Santana hurriedly pulled the blinds closed then unfastened her robe, allowing it to pool at her ankles before sprawling onto her bed, dark mane pooling under her, and her bare crotch beneath the older woman’s face. Santana crocked her finger and smirked. “I’m Lima Height adjacent bitch, and that means you lick the hell outta my pussy.”
“Yes Miss Lopez.” Faith shot her a glare, but right now Santana couldn’t care less, she had a beautiful nubile and carnally knowledgeable slut who had no choice but to go down on her over and over until she said quit.
Santana tousled the Slayer’s rich, dark mane. “What are you waitin’, oooooh!” Santana’s query turned to a panting gasp when the older woman began snaking her tongue up and down the wealthy cheerleader’s labia, her nether lips quivering and jolting as if electricity was being passed through them.
Then the Slayer began kissing her, gentle lips just teasingly caressing her nether lips, sometimes nipping them between her perfectly even teeth and tugging on them, seeing how far she could pull them away from her crotch before returning to kissing her. “Ohhh, ahhh,” Santana’s bare hips rose off the bed, hands gripping tightly to the silken sheets beneath her, dark eyes squeezed shut and lips parted in a series of low moans. “God, yes, you dirty, dirty, ohhh.”
“Yes, yes,” Santana continued to happily babble when the east coat sexpot blew chilly air on her heating sex, the cheerleader shivering in erotic reply. “Uhhh, gooood, yessss.” Santana thrashed sexily on the bed as Faith continued blowing on her, the cheerleader’s tanned body leaking aroused sweat on the bed, perfect ass grinding on the sheets beneath her. “Yessss, yesss.” Santana ground her teeth together when her newly submissive slut began kissing and licking up and down her dripping cunny, stroking her with her tongue, but nether allowing it to penetrate her shaking folds. “Ohhhh.” A decadent thrill filled the cheerleader as the Slayer served her, she’d broken the whispered legend, the Dark Slayer, made her into a sexy slave that ate her out like she was a prize buffet. “Oooooh.” The cheerleader groaned as the Slayer’s callused hands rubbed up and down her firm-muscled but soft-skinned thighs, every touch sending yet more arousal rushing through her.
Santana shivered when the busty Bostonian’s long tongue slid into her quivering honey pot, her excited juices dripping onto her Slayer’s tongue. “Goddddd!!” Santana threw her head back and wailed as she thrust her pelvis up, ass rising off the sheets as her crotch rubbed against Faith’s face, the Slayer licking reverently at her slit. “Goddd! You’re so good! You dirty puta!” Santana panted as the older beauty alternated between teasing licks up and down the cheerleader’s pussy and jack-hammering her tongue in and out. “Yessss!” Santana moaned as the east coast beauty’s cunt-soaked tongue slid out of her pleasure hole and poked teasingly at her twitching clit, the pleasure nubbin shuddering happily in reply. “Ohhh, ohhhh.” Santana groaned as the older girl’s tongue drove back between her legs, hammering at her with ever greater intensity. “Puta! Puta! Puta!”
Santana’s hands gripped tightly at the Slayer’ glossy mane, forcing the once-fearsome warrior face-first onto the cheerleader’s cunt. Faith slurped and suckled at the feast between Santana’s legs then took her trembling pleasure button between her lips and nibbled on it, every pinch making the smoky-skinned Latina thrash happily. “Gaaa, uhhh, gaaa.” Santana’s hips arched as the older brunette drove a pair of fingers deep into the teen’s trembling twat, going at her faster and harder with each successive thrust, the older woman’s eyes fixed on her, avidly watching her every writhe, wriggle, and tremble. “Yessss! Ohhhh! Goddddd!” the Latina clawed at the crumbled sheets beneath her, her flexing thighs now clamped around the Slayer’s head, the Latina’s musky scent thick in the air. “UHHHHH!” Santana’s back arched, her curved lips parting in a wail as Faith’s teeth sunk into her clit, finally shoving the aroused beauty over the edge and into climax. “YESSSSSS!” Santana thrashed wildly, her juices spilling out to soak Faith’s beautiful features. “OHHHHHHHHHH!”
Santana sunk limply back to her sheets, heart racing as she struggled for air, the beauty between her legs continuing to slavishly lick and kiss her leaking cunny. For a couple of minutes Santana just enjoyed the attention, but then her arousal began to heat her blood up and she crocked a finger at the bitch. “Beside me.”
Santana blinked as the sweat-soaked beauty blurred up the bed to lie beside her, her grace and speed amazing. For a few seconds the lusty Latina luxuriated in her dominance of the full-bodied beauty, her hands gently tousling her long mane, squeezing her tits, drawing patterns in her undulating midsection, and stroking her thighs. All the while keeping her eyes on the Slayer’s, watching the helpless arousal grow in them, the desire for her touch rather than magical compulsion keeping her there.

And then she eased her hand between the Slayer’s long sprinter legs and smiled sweetly at the older woman, her voice low and filled with desire. “Legs apart, there’s a good girl.”
“Yes Miss Lopez!” Faith panted eagerly, the Slayer quickly spreading her lower limbs to reveal her already arousal-inflamed pussy. The older girl’s cheeks flushed as she belatedly realised just how quickly the once badass Bostonian was submitting to her rule. “Uhhhh.” Then she shivered, all thoughts of her submission forgotten, as Santana’s long fingers danced nimbly over her bald pussy. “Ohhh, ohhh.”
“All you have to do is ask nicely and I’ll let you cum.” Santana leaned over the older girl, her own tits dangling down to rub erotically against the Bostonian’s bare bust. “Well?” Santana’s fingers continued their teasing foxtrot across the Slayer’s shaven crotch. “I’m waiting?”

“Please,” Faith panted, liquid eyes staring up into hers, “please finger-fuck me, Miss Lopez.”
Santana smirked triumphantly. Her beauty’s training was coming along swimmingly. This girl was tough in a way that Puck couldn’t even dream of. The Slayer could take the entire football team out in under a minute, or drink them under the table, or fuck them all into a coma, but Santana had taken her with humiliating ease. “All you had to was ask.”
“Uhhhh!” The Slayer thrashed happily as Santana pinched her labia between her fingers and rubbed them together like an early caveman attempting to rub two sticks together to make fire. “Ohhhh! Ohhh!” Santana watched happily as the Slayer’s rounded chest rose and fell, nipples hardening in arousal, and sweat beading on her naked, ivory flesh. Next she pinched each lip separately and began tugging on them, sometimes simultaneously and sometimes one at a time, the Slayer’s hips rising off the bed with every pull, her breath coming in ragged pants. “Ohhhhh, ahhhh, ooooh.”
“Oh yes, you like it don’t you baby?” Santana cooed at her girl as she leaned down and ever so gently placed a feather–light kiss on her lips.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Faith moaned as Santana’s thumb rubbed over her clit, the Slayer’s legs spreading further and further apart, her pelvis arching higher and higher. Sweat gleamed on the beauty’s naked body as Santana rubbed her fingers up and down her labia. “Ooooooh. Please, more.”

Santana’s grin widened as she pushed a finger inside the Slayer’s warm wetness, her dark eyes widening at just how delightfully tight the older woman was. Either her slutty reputation was exaggerated or Slayer healing was really all it was cracked up to be. “You’re so tight,” she whispered, her breath hot against the Slayer’s face. “It must feel like magic when I,” the Slayer groaned as the Latina twisted the finger around inside her, “do this?”

“Godddd, yessss, you’re so good to me,” Faith panted.
Santana laughed as she took her free hand, placed it under the Slayer’s head and pulled her up into a hungrily possessive kiss, tongue darting in and out of her mouth in hurried tandem with the digit driving in and out of her flexing cunny. “Uhhh,” Faith moaned deep in her throat as Santana pushed a second finger inside her and began ever so slowly rotating them in and out, the Slayer twitching and writhing around her, like a puppet on her string, helpless to do anything but respond to her whims and wishes.
“Ahhhh!” Aroused sweat dripped off the Slayer, the Bostonian’s naked back arched as Santana upped it to three fingers, pushing them in and out of her with ever increasing ferocity, the cheerleader licking at the salty perspiration on her girl’s neck. “Ohhhh!” The east coast beauty’s lips and pleasure tunnel clenched tightly around the latina’s plundering fingers, her trim belly coiling serpent-like as the digits’ tips pounded against her G-spot. “Ohhhh.”
Santana watched avidly as the Slayer’s full, round tits bounced and jiggled, the nubile twenty-something’s body shivering as if electrocuted when the cheerleader’s hand trailed down her trembling body to begin pulling and twisting on her clit with ever increasing roughness. “Godddd! Yessss!” Faith’s hips shook, her ass bouncing up and down on the bed, silken sheets now drenched in their combined fluids.
“Not yet,” Santana teased as she slowed down, her fingers spreading out inside her bitch, stretching her. Faith let out a low moan, pleading eyes meeting hers as they begged for release. The younger beauty laughed hoarsely, body filling with arousal for this until now unbroken beauty grinding helplessly beneath her. Juices dripped off the Slayer’s slicked walls as Santana twisted the fingers around inside her bitch, holding them there, the tips grazing against her g-spot, forcing teasing tremors to crash over the nude Slayer like erotic earthquakes.
Her fingers still stretched inside the panting beauty, Santana began working them in and out of her, faster and faster, all the way in and then out until just the tips remained inside, then plundering back in. At the same time, Santana pinched and pulled remorselessly at the Slayer’s love button, the air filling with her grunts and gasps, then her back arching until her pussy jutted up at the ceiling and only her feet and head remained on the bed. “ “Uhhh! Uhhhh!” Faith gasped as every vaginal nerve tingled inside her, pleasure growing as her pussy trembled with excitement. “Goddddd, ohhhh yeahhhh.”
Santana’s merciless grin widened as she watched the Slayer react, her reaction only encouraging her to ever greater efforts. The sultry sexpot’s honeypot flexed and contracted around her as she slid a further fourth spread finger into her. “Ohhhh, ohhhh.” Santana continued to watch avidly as the Slayer thrashed around on the bed, her crotch convulsing around the fingers inside her, every sensual muscle flexing and relaxing as pleasure rushed over her body in wave after wave, tits bouncing, and nipples so hard they looked like they were about to fly off. “Ahhhh! Gdddddd! Yaaaaaa!” The Slayer’s cheeks hollowed and expanded as she struggled to take on air, dark eyes bulging as her head thrashed from side to side.
“Ohhhhh fuccccck, ooooh hell!” Juices exploded like a waterfall from the Slayer’s spasming twat, drenching the bed beneath them, sweat flying off her jiggling frame. “Ohhhhh!” Faith continued to shriek, dark mane falling over her face like some barely tamed cave-girl. “Jeeeeeesus! Ahhhhhh!”
Santana rolled off the still gyrating beauty and laid back in the bed, content with her domination of the older woman. “That’s how do things in Lima Heights, bitch.” Tonight was a very, very good night.
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